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."

Fighting the Djinn

(cross posted on my UFO blog The Orange Orb. I'm posting it here as well for its astral realm reference, but also because Djinn will mimic poltergiest and ghostly/haunting activity.)

Now, I've been very interested in learning about the Djinn for some time. Particularly the relationship between some UFO/alien encounters and Djinn. One book high on my list is Rosemary Ellen Guiley's The Djinn Connection: The Hidden Links Between Djinn, Shadow People, ETs, Nephilim, Archons, Reptilians & Other Entities.
Guiley was on Coast to Coast last night, and as usual, I listened to some of the interview but had to go to sleep (damn it! I should probably sign up for the Coast to Coast insider) and I had a very disturbing dream. I really don't remember much in way of details -- my dreams are usually extremely detailed -- and it wasn't a pleasant dream. The emotion, the feeling, was so unpleasant; I'd call it a nightmare, and in many ways it was, but I was half-awake the whole time. All I remember is finding myself in some gray astral realm where the Djinn lived, and they were not pleasant beings at all. Very mean individuals. And I, I was doing whatever I could to get away. I couldn't get away physically -- it was like I was stuck in some sort of astral plane quicksand -- but with sheer force of emotion, intense anger (after all, they were pissing me off!) I called upon every positive thing, force, and being I could think of to help me get out of there. For awhile, every time I managed to get out of the strange gray "quicksand" I only became stuck all over again. Maybe less so each time, but not an easy thing to do, escape this realm. Finally, after exhausting myself with prayer, anger, force of will and just plain fighting them, I got away. The Djinn were both happy with my struggles -- a game to them -- as well as displeased I was thinking about them.

I read this on Guiley's site about the Djinn:

FAQS About the Djinn | Vengeful Djinn: Q: Can the Djinn cause nightmares?

A: Yes, like some other entities, they can cause unpleasant dreams, especially “dreams” that are real experiences in an alternate reality. When they wish to manipulate and control, they are capable of interfering in sleep.

There is also this, about getting rid of Djinn:
Q: Are there ways to minimize Djinn visitations?

A: Like dealing with all kind of entities, one must often experiment to find an effective solution, as results vary by individual. However, many people have found that leaving lights, radios and television sets on dampen down paranormal experiences in general. The fields of energy generated by these devices may interfere with the energy fields of the Djinn, as well as other kinds of entities. Some people also have success with prayer, invocations of angels, and with forcefully telling the intruders to leave.

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...

Alien Vampires and Bigfoot Ghosts

Disclaimer: I'm just entertaining ideas on this lazy rainy afternoon. In a slight haze recovering from a bad ear infection and pain killers. So let's not take things too seriously dahlings.

Listened to an excellent interview on Coast to Coast last night. The guest was Marshall Klarfeld, author of books on ancient aliens, including his latest, The Anunnaki Were Here!. (The interview, combined with my foggy mind, caused the most interesting dream, which I wrote about on my Orange Orb blog: Glowing Eyed Anunnaki.)

Alien Vampires
I'm currently reading the late Michael Talbot's vampire book A Delicate Dependency. It's very good; well written and I enjoy the first person narration. The novel was written in 1982, and is set in the late 1800s. My favorite period for vampire stories.

One thing that I came to appreciate in Talbot's novel is the idea that vampires are not merely some evil undead ghoul, but possibly a mutation of human. Or an evolution of human. Or a hybrid. Some or all of the above. And in last night's Coast to Coast program, Marshall NAME theorized on the state of the Anunnaki, then and now. (For surely they still exist.) Not just the aliens as separate entities, but, since they have bred with humans, are of us. Or, we, them. And if they live a very long time, or even, as we may see them, immortal, and, if these aliens are also joined with us in some ways, could it be they have become the inspiration for vampire mythos? They wander, they live a very long time, they're changeable and they're ethereal. They don't drink blood, int eh literal vampire imagery sense, but they do use humans. From enslaving us for the gold they once needed to whatever other purposes (i.e., abductions and nocturnal intrusions), as well as their intelligence that far surpasses ours, the parallels are intriguing. We can also trace their routes and compare it to origins of vampire lore.

Bigfoot Ghosts
Aside from the mundane argument of Bigfoot being a flesh and blood, mysterious  creature -- yet still, a mammal, simply unknown at this time -- is the "paranormal Bigfoot" school. Scoffers at the idea that Bigfoot is a paranormal entity ask how it is a "spirit" can leave behind physical evidence: footprints, scat, vocalizations?

Ghosts leave behind physical evidence of their existence all the time. They can move objects. Sounds, including voices, are heard by both the naked ear and caught on tape. (It's been said that the voice print of a human matches that same person's "ghost voice.") Orbs and ectoplasm appear on film and tape, and can also be seen by the naked eye. The point is, often something is not seen or heard by humans, but later, activity is found on tape, film and audio. And when objects are moved by unseen hands -- well, something is moving the objects!

Related articles of interest:
Lisa Shiel, Water Gods: UFOs, Bigfoot, Fairies, UFO Magazine Blog
Anita Brown, Bigfoot's Ghost? 

My articles:
When Entities Collide: Ghosts, Aliens, MIB and Entities and The Trickster, UFO Digest
The Abominable Snowman: Was Film's Creator Aware of Paranormal Bigfoot? Fairies, Bigfoot and Hauntings 

Stephen Wagner: Animals and Ghosts

At About.com, paranormal writer Stephen Wagner has a post about animals and ghosts:Animals and Ghosts. His article reminded me of two animal ghost "dreams" I've had.

Sometimes ghosts and spirits communicate through dreams. I had a dog when I was a teenager -- Hobbit. He was with me until my early twenties, when I had to sadly give him away. A few years later I knew Hobbit had passed. He came to visit me in a "dream." He was running towards me in a swirling tunnel of violet and golden light, and "spoke" to me. Hobbit was very happy, and told me he was grateful for the love I gave him and he was all right; it was just his time to move on.

A couple of years ago I had another dream of a beloved pet. My cat Puck was very old, and we knew he was dying. I sat with him for hours on our front porch, held him in my lap as he let go of life. When I left him on his bed I knew he would pass. He was ill and for years had been in a lot of discomfort. Later that night, I had a dream/vision of Puck being sucked up into a whirling funnel of red and yellow light. Unlike Hobbit's experience, Puck's passing was not easy; he was yowling, angry and in pain, as he went up through the funnel. We buried him in the front yard the next morning.

That's What I Get For Watching Two Ghost Shows at Once

Fell asleep last night going back and forth between Paranormal State and Ghost Adventures. I woke up with a start and realized I had dozed off while the GA episode on a Savannah, Georgia pub was on; seemed very interesting and I wanted to finish watching it but had to give in to exhaustion.

So then I had my second recent ghost dream:

Jim and I are part of a ghost hunting team. I'm using a cane he made for me since my left knee gives me pain. (true about the knee, not true about the cane.) The house we're going into is in Chicago, and very haunted. Negatively so, particularly one of the two bedrooms.

Jim's the tech guy, I'm the medium. This is the first time I'm using my medium skills in an "official" context. We go into the haunted bedroom; Jim asks me if I'm sure I want to go in there since it's so full of bad ju-ju. I say yes, I'm not afraid, I'm grounded. The moment I enter I am almost literally knocked out with the energy of bright white light and three large round, flat cirlces. It's negative but not going to harm us. Not now anyway. It wants to communicate with me first and knows if it hurts us it won't have a chance. It's more important to this spirit energy that I hear it so it's behaving for now.


Jim asks if I'm okay and say yes, I want to go on. After that blast of energy I get my bearings. I see on overlay, like a transparency put up over the existing scene, of a young woman and a child, a boy I think, around eight years old. They're sitting at a nightstand, behind a lamp that is obscuring their faces. They, and especially the woman, are intentionally hiding their faces from me. These are two of the ghosts in the house. They are aware of the negative entity also present in this place.


This overlaid ghost picture contains information in the images. I "know" without exactly being told in words, the history of the woman and her child. Someone very famous lived in this house; someone like General Dwight D. Einsenhower, but it's clear it wasn't him. For some reason his name is being used to convey who it really was that lived here and I can't get a handle on it. I have a lucid moment in the dream: "Why not just tell me outright, why hide behind someone else's name?" I do know the person was famous, and a politician that had something to do with the military. He both abused and then killed his wife and child.


The lights and the energy are incredibly strong. I'm "told" via these images, this woman, that I can find out more in both specific places in the house, as well as archived materials in the local library and other records. 


I wanted the dream to continue but I was awakened by the alarm. I so hate that!

I don't know why the dream took place in Chicago. I've never been to Chicago and have particular connection or affinity for Chicago. The other ghost dream I had took place in the small town of Cottage Grove, which is about 25 miles from here. Both locations with "c" in their names.