Talking to Heaven Oracle

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Bought the new Talking to Heaven Mediumship Cards deck created by Doreen Virtue and medium James Van Praagh. I don't like the images at all; they are photographs and it seems cheap to me. A matter of taste. I do like the card back design; a bit typical with stairs and puffy clouds all about, but it's all right.

James Van Praagh, Doreen Virtue Talking to Heaven Mediumship oracle

However, so far, as an oracle, I have had some intense mini readings. My cat Matisse died a couple of weeks ago. He was eighteen, and hadn't been doing well the past year or two, just getting old. We literally spent an entire Saturday watching him let go of life and it was damn hard. I have some guilt over this, as I did with my cat Roswell, who was killed by two dogs in May. I still haven't gotten over his death. As we do when loved ones die, we often question if we could have done things differently, and if only we had, we could have prevented their deaths. A normal reaction for many of us but it's also non-productive and not true. My question was "What do I need to know?" surrounding Matisse and Roswell, and the card that I pulled: "You have nothing to feel guilty about."

 A few nights ago I attended a "dumb dinner" (eating in silence, with a place setting, with food, for the ancestors) and afterwards, a sort of seance with the use of ghost hunting equipment. We all took turns holding an EMF detector, for example. It lit up and flickered while I held it (it did this for Jim as well) and I felt the presence of my Dad. I didn't hear his voice, or see any images, but I knew it was his spirit, and not anyone else's. Can't explain it more than that. There was also the ghost box (hacked radio that allows spirit voices to come through) and as I was thinking of my Dad, asking him if he was present, a few bars of jazz came through -- he was a huge jazz fan.

One thing about my Dad -- he has been appearing in my dreams, and his presence in those dreams has evolved. For some time, when he appeared to me in the dream state, he was silent, clearly unhappy. He seemed lost. He was usually behind a glass door or wall; the kind of pebbled glass that you can't see through clearly. His face was usually gray, ashen. The last couple of times he appeared in my dreams he was very happy, talkative, walking around, engaging with me. He looked healthy. Again I asked the cards, with the intent of communicating with my Dad, "What do I need to know?" The card that came up was "We have been together in  dreams."

Mrs. Mother: Past Lives, Moldavite

Bought a beautiful moldavite pendant on an ebay auction recently. The description said the item wouldn't arrive until around March 20th, but it arrived today, just as I was leaving the house to drive to the coast, a happy bit of timing for my birthday gift to myself.

Last night, I was hoping that the moldavite would arrive before I left. I was also working with Doreen Virtue's Angel Dreams oracle and developing my psychic skills. Specifically, working with spirit guides and energies.

Last night had the most vivid dream that was clearly a past life encounter:

With friends, including on-line friends and Fortean researchers, upstairs in a room that is painted a light blue color. We're here to watch a classic film -- European, subtitled. In the waking "real" world, there is no such film as this, but in the dream, it's understood this black and white movie is a classic. An "art house" type film, that all of us have seen at least three or four times in our lives. So here we are together, ready for a pleasant afternoon of watching this favorite classic movie. 

Just as the movie is starting, I wonder if I shouldn't call  my mother. My husband suggests I should as well. I hear my mother "calling" me - telepathically, she's telling me she's worried about me. I also see and hear my father (who is deceased) appearing to me, telling me I should call my mother. (In waking life this would be very strange indeed since my parents divorced when I was t I say "This is kind of silly, I'm an adult, I don't need to check in with my mother," but it's not about asking permission, it's about contacting her. I call her and she tells me she's relived to hear from me, she was just worried and wanted to know where i was.

Then the dream shifts. I'm about 9 years old, very precocious. It's the mid or late 1920s. I know we're somewhere in Western Europe, on a very large estate.  I'm with my mother -- only the woman isn't my mother in waking/real life. In fact, I call her something like "Mrs. M," or "Mrs. Mom," maybe Mrs. Mother. While that sounds formal, the feeling between us isn't. It's very loving and trusting. We're both dressed in woolen trench coats --mine is hwite -- and aviator goggles and hats. We're trying to fix our plane so we can take off. Escape, actually. For there is a man, connected to the military, in the second story window of the mansion on this property. He has a rifle, and he is aiming right at us. His only goal is to kill us. 

Both "Mrs. M" and I are working urgently, and of course we don't want to die. But at the same time, I'm resigned to the very likely possibility we might very well die. It is what it is. While I'd certainly prefer not to die, if I do, well, that's the way it needs to be. Mrs. M and I have a conversation as we're working on the plane. I ask her: 

"You're not my real mother, are you?"
"No, well, yes. This time, this third life around, I am. Here, on this earth. Don't you remember? We worked this out before you came here. Your other mothers had you, now, you're with me for this time."
"Oh, that's right." I say. "I remember now." I pause, then ask her, "You really do love me though, right?"
"Of course I do! Very much," and I believe her, absolutely.

The man in the window takes aim. He begins to pull the trigger. We look up, facing him. At that moment, a huge brilliant white orb of light comes flying down, between us and the man in the window. The orb blocks out the sun, and the brilliance of the light blinds the man. I hear an explosion; of the rifle, I"m not sure, of the ball of light, certainly, and I find myself tumbling though space. 

This is what one site says about one of Moldavite's properties:

Moldavite is an excellent stone to use to assist in astral travel and in the communication with spirit guides. Moldavite also assists in past life regression and it can help you to see into the future. source

"The Moldavite Man" writes:

There are many benefits of this stone, and exposure to it, including, activating the dream state when worn while sleeping...

The Haunted Health Professional

I'm not going to name the exact profession or person due to privacy issues, so I'll just call her/him my "health care professional."

I've been seeing this person for about six weeks now, and from the very beginning, things were off. I liked the person just fine; it was everything else. Something about the building, and especially her/his offices (from now on I'll refer to her/him as "Dr. Astral") really made me uncomfortable. Dr. Astral's offices are weird -- oddly shaped, strange jutting angles, narrow rooms, strange smells. Did not feel comfortable at all.

As I'm laying on the table after a treatment, I go into a light trance like state. I "see" Dr. Astral come in, stand over me, and say: "I'm going to kill you." I knew this wasn't true and not anything like the real Dr. Astral at all, or, anything in my own head. I told "it" who was pretending to be Dr. Astral to stop it. But I still felt very uncomfortable.

On my next visit I mentioned to Dr. Astral, as diplomatically as I could, that the rooms were very strange. That's when Dr. Astral told me the building, built in 1924, was Eugene's first hospital. (Google tells a different story; this building was actually the third hospital in the area.) DING! When I heard that, I literally felt my stomach drop down to my toes.

Today I had another odd experience. Once again, on the table, in that mild trance like state. From out of nowhere, I had the most intense feeling in my throat -- as if someone had flipped on a switch -- of sever hoarseness. Like a bad case of strep throat. And with it, the vague image in my mind's eye of an old man, laying in a bed, I got the impression the sore throat was connected to him. As soon as I focused on the feeling -- rather, acknowledged the sore throat, and the image -- both vanished. Again, like someone had flipped a switch, and immediately, the incredibly severe painful sore throat disappeared.

I have seen apparitions, heard voices, witnessed objects moving by an unseen force, and felt electrical as well as emotional feelings connected with hauntings, but never a physical feeling of discomfort that wasn't "mine," but the life of another.

Saint Theresa | TDG - Science, Magick, Myth and History

Blogger emlong at The Daily Grail on medium Theresa Caputo, with a mention of medium Kim Russo of The Haunting Of. . . . Saint Theresa | TDG - Science, Magick, Myth and History

Best Paranormal Reality Shows

Stephan Wagner at Paranormal Phenomena on the Best Paranormal Reality Shows.

I haven't seen Paranormal Witness yet, one of Wagner's top three picks, but I agree with his two other picks: Celebrity Ghost Stories and My Ghost Story. As Wagner comments, both shows have believable people telling their stories, and the reenactments show some restraint with the cheesy effects. (So many of these shows go overboard with the dramatic camera angles and over the top music.)

I appreciate the fact both shows  don't throw in skeptics or debunkers or try to "rationally" explain away the encounters.

Visit Wagner's site and if you like, share your favorite paranormal reality shows.

Monster Island News: Oh Cut The Re-Incarnation Crap!

At Monster Island News, one of my favorite blogs, Ken Hulsey  with a post on The Mummy. All the good stuff on classic cinema. Classic monster cinema that is! Monster Island News: Oh Cut The Re-Incarnation Crap!

'Heaven is real, says neurosurgeon who claims to have visited the afterlife'

Heaven is real, says neurosurgeon who claims to have visited the afterlife | The Sideshow - Yahoo! News: Dr. Eben Alexander has taught at Harvard Medical School and has earned a strong reputation as a neurosurgeon. And while Alexander says he's long called himself a Christian, he never held deeply religious beliefs or a pronounced faith in the afterlife.

But after a week in a coma during the fall of 2008, during which his neocortex ceased to function, Alexander claims he experienced a life-changing visit to the afterlife, specifically heaven.