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Uh no, Girlfriend here has not lost her Zyprexa. Never had it, never will. Wasn’t that a line from a beer commercial at some point? Yes, well, anyhow. Back to the topic at hand…animal communication.

I can have full blown conversations with dogs, cats, pigs, whoever, as can many other people. For whatever reason, to this day it surprises me that we can do this. I guess because I always thought of them as just cute, cuddly, funny little beings, here for me to squeeze, fatten up with too many treats, and sing songs to. Au contraire! They have opinions, concerns, desires, likes, dislikes, same as you and me. The things they say! Our cat Prince Phillip is way more serious than I am and doesn’t like to hear my silly songs, stupid nicknames, and the like. One day I gazed lovingly at my feline offspring and called him “Mr. Wincles” in a voice eerily reminiscent of Cartman from South Park. In my head, I immediately heard, “You make me feel like such a dumb ass when you talk to me that way.” I felt so badly! I try not to talk to him like that, but when you have a darling, chubby, pink nosed putty tat….well, it is just difficult to maintain composure and not get silly with him!

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Ha ha! How could I have forgotten about this? Oh boy. Here is a doozy for you to contemplate. I always welcome comments, but would really enjoy them on this one.

In 2005, I took an intuitive development class with local psychic Vicki Beaman. I adore her–she has a very dry sense of humor and way of rolling her eyes that always makes me laugh. She looks totally normal, her eyes alert and intelligent. Nothing about her appearance suggests anything batty, personality wise. Well, anyhooters, one night in class, she calmly announces with a straight face that there are aliens in human bodies traipsing gaily about our midst–they resemble us, but are actually E.T. in disguise. I was a social worker then who evaluated folks seeking psych services, so immediately my brain whirrs into action, highly suspecting she is psychotic as hell. Not seeing a bottle of Zyprexa nearby, I open my mind a little as I continue listening intently, eyes narrowed, brow scrunched like someone smelling a stinky fart. Vicki shares that these kinfolk of E.T. look and act like us–it is just when you tune into their energy to read for them that you discover something ain’t right–Dorothy, we sure the hell aren’t in Kansas anymore on this one!! Well, I tucked that one into my cap and went on my merry way. Whatever. Far be it from me to question this–I figured I would just get a second opinion. And yes, Jim Puskala, another local psychic who has been reading forever, agreed with Vicki. And he is perfectly sane as well. Hmmmm……

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So last week I shared what it is like to live intuitively, Annie style. This week, you will come along for the ride as I describe what it is like to use your intuition when the sh*t hits the fan!

Case in point: last Sunday morning. Took Daisy out for her morning toddle (at 10 years old, our little Pomeranian typically doesn’t move too fast in the morning these days). As we stood at the top of the stairs that lead to our apartment’s dumpsters, every dog’s favorite place for sniffing and pissing, I spied a baby raccoon. He slumped over before the bottom stair, then gazed up at me with sad, sick little eyes. “OH SH*T”! I gasped. I knew right then and there that my day was going to be very different than I had planned.

Continue reading “A Day in the Life of an Intuitive: Part 2 (or, what happens when the sh*t hits the fan)” →

So what is it actually like to live intuitively? Does an array of heavenly beings routinely beam themselves into my living room, recline leisurely on the couch, and chat? Do my family members who have passed into the Spirit world  suddenly materialize by my shopping cart at Target and admonish me to get the hell away from the clearance rack–I don’t need one more red cardigan? Uh, no. It goes more like this:

First thing in the morning–plop my ass on the couch after I have carefully placed my cabinet containing my Buddhist mandala onto the coffee table, chant, and tune into my guides. Or they get my attention first. Sometimes, information will arrive as soon as I open the doors to the cabinet. Such as, who is going to be dying (like when my great aunt died last summer–heard the date and approximate time two days prior), feel the energy of the day and receive advise about it, or just whatever. I tend to receive info about sales at stores as I drive, not in the morning. Then I chant and set my intentions for the day.

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At the risk of sounding like some doobie smoking New Age guru, I am here today to give you an important public service announcement: If you don’t believe in it, it ain’t gonna happen. Or it may be happening, but you will entirely miss out on it because you are too busy not believing.

The importance of your beliefs has been touched upon by so many authors, and I would like to add my ass to the list. And why am I reiterating what so many of you already are aware of? Because it is your A #1 determiner of how quickly your intuitive abilities will develop. Or not. Today I got totally blissed out of my shit taking a wee break at the grounds of the Indianapolis Art Museum. Not completely a break, you see, because that is where I always head with my mammoth crimson business journal to get information from my Guides and assorted others in Spirit. Yes, I plop my petooty right onto the green grass and chat with these beings who aren’t currently residing in a physical body. If someone had told me years ago that I would be able to do this, I would have heartily agreed with them. I always believed I would be able to someday. Now, if the same person also imparted that I would someday be able to understand algebra, I would have called them a liar. Guess who to this day, after 3 attempts at the same stinking college remedial algebra class, doesn’t get for the life of her why someone doesn’t just use their damn head and add together simple numbers? Quit pissing around with substituting numbers for letters, for John’s sake.  In addition to having no interest in math, I always have also believed that I just can’t do it. (But by God, I can tell you in a heartbeat how much a dress at Macy’s is at 30% off off the original price at 50% off. That is really all matters in my life mathematically.)

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This should be good! I have no idea what I am going to write about, as I shall be tuning in to my guides and allowing them to chat with ya’all this morning. Ready for an adventure? Here we go!! Oh, keep in mind I am connected to some real jokesters up there, ok?

“Slow down! You humans do too much. You should see it from up here–you look like ants scurrying around building a colony. We can’t get through to you if you don’t slow down enough to hear us. We give you what you want to know in a variety of ways–songs, dreams, bill boards, random thoughts, but if you are too lost in your own mind, then it is all for naught. Plus, you tend not to believe–you think only certain people have the ability to connect with their guides and friends who have passed. Not true! The main thing is slowing down. I can’t stress this enough.” — from my guide Jon.

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Yes, I do use my intuitive skills to shop. Even at places like Big Lots!!

A case in point:

A week or so ago, I was thinking I needed to hightail it to Big Lots to stock up on epsom salt (exercise like crazy and soak in it to relieve sore muscles). Since the bastards at Target now charge $3.99 for a box of it (the only thing I hate about Target–love everything else), my thrifty ass heads to Big Lots about every 2 months. At that illustrious bastion of retail glory, I can stock up on epsom salt for $2.20 a box. As I pondered my next Big Lots epsom salt extravaganza, I got that feeling that I would find other desirable goodies there as well. Now, Big Lots isn’t my favorite place to shop for anything besides the cheap muscle soak. It doesn’t provide me with the shivery jolt of pleasure that Macy’s or Forever 21 do. But I was just getting that vibe……and sure enough!! I have been needing a new pillow and blanket for my reiki table. Being a fussy sod (and thrifty), this isn’t necessarily an easy task. But there they were….as the clouds parted and the angels sang, I saw a wonderfully soft pillow that is perfect for my clients’s little noggins. Off to the side, there was lovely cream colored blanket, satin on one side, plushy and soft on the other. Voila!!! Perfection.

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I would love for us all to give a big round of applause for this morning’s guest blogger, Chris Maples. (Ok, stop reading now. Clap hounds vigorously in a circle in front of your body. You may now resume reading). Chris is a friend of mine and also founder and director of a way groovy local non-profit called Dads. Inc. Their mission is to provide education and support to fathers so that they can basically be better fathers. Cool, huh? Give ’em a look-see at www.dadsinc.org.  Anyhooters, Chris is also a ghost hunter. Ohhhhh yeeeeaaahhhh!!! Always wondered about ghosts and what it is like to try to find the elusive little boogers? Well, here ya are.  Thank you, Chris!

The interest in ghost hunting and the number of ghost hunting groups has exploded since the premiere of SyFy’s Ghost Hunters in October 2004 and in the aftermath of all of the popular paranormal-themed shows hitting the television waves.  Much of the American public has either come to believe in the existence of paranormal activity or at least accept that it might exist.  According to a survey conducted in October 2008 by the Associated Press and Ipsos, 34 percent of Americans say they believe in the existence ghosts.  Moreover, a Gallup poll conducted on June 6–8, 2005 showed that thirty-seven percent of Americans believe in the existence of legitimate haunted houses, with another 16% unsure.  Not sure that sounds like so much?  Well, consider this: just last month 32.9% of Americans self-identified as Republicans and 36.2% self-identified as Democrats.

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When you think about enjoying an actual reading with me, you may wonder  what it entails. I don’t blame you! Every intuitive is different. Well, this is what it is like…

I  start by saying a prayer before you  arrive. I begin the actual session by making sure you understand that you have the power to change any information regarding your future. You have free will–life ain’t set in stone, folks. I have a release form to sign (I am married to a lawyer, so go figure). After that, I sit quietly, shoes off, with whatever crystals I feel a kinship with that day, and connect with your heart energy. I do this by extending a white light out from my heart to yours, with the light also extending into the earth. It also travels up to my Higher Self, my Guides, Angels, my Divine Spiritual Family, and up to Spirit itself. Usually by that point, if not before, information begins to pour in. Sometimes I hear it, see it like watching a movie, sometimes I just know. It is always different with each client. I don’t do anything ultra weird like speak in a deep, masculine voice, roll my eyes back in my head while moaning and pointing my finger into the ethers, spin my head around in circles whilst spewing green pea soup….I just sit there like I have common sense and do my thing. Now one time, a client probably thought I was crazier than a shit house wolf due to my behavior. I was reading in a bar full of spirits, and they were being very nosy. I turned my head sharply and snapped to the air, “Do you mind? We would like to have some privacy.” Wooppps! She understood once I explained it to her. But that was just one reading. Rest of the time—smooth sailing.

Continue reading “Things that make ya go hmmmmm….” →