From Psychic / Medium Danielle Egnew

2011 into 2012: What Happened, Where We’re Going, and What To Expect

Posted on December 31, 2011 by danielleegnew

As I sit and look at the early morning clock, it dawns on me that this will be my last blog of 2011. And what a year it has been! I started The Call To Light Press in 2011, and the year has flown by. Now we stand on the crest of 2012. So much is to come, so incredibly much, good, bad, and the ugly — and so much is going to go by the wayside; The good, the bad, and the ugly. Give time enough “time”, and all will be righted.

On one hand, I’m very glad to see 2011 go. It was a real white-knuckler for many, myself included. 2011 is what I call a “shelf year”, meaning that our toes are curled over the lip of the shelf, and we’re ready to dive right off, into something new, forever leaving behind the platform from which we’ve sprung.

On the other hand, I’m very sad to see 2011 go, because it is the last of an era, the last of an energy signature that will no longer be with us, whose last traceable shift was 1980. With the passing of 2011, we are letting go of, and witnessing the demise of, a 32 year social and spiritual cycle. For those of us who brought large parts of ourselves into the world during this time, there is sentiment to be had, in watching this energy signature evaporate into history.

Certainly, every ten years, the world changes. But this is different. It’s very different.

I’m talking about a timeframe in human history that will never come again. Unless civilization has to re-start itself from scratch, we will never again have a time when there is an open frontier, and open country, an open sea. We are able to read license plates from satellites and store countless libraries of information on a chip that fits on the head of a pin. We take pictures of the ocean bottoms from space and we watch the solar flares as if predicting storm fronts across Nebraska.

Now, I’m not bemoaning technology. I love technology. My smart phone and I have an unnaturally close relationship. Yet I am sad to see this familiar energy signature go. It’s the last echo we had of the 20^th century, the era where in 100 years, so much changed. However, even in those 100 years, the 20^th century can’t hold a candle to the rapid-fire exponential season of change we, as a species, will endure over the next five years.

Those of we Gen Xer’s are the generation at the tail end of that 32 year energy signature. I have watched people of my generation struggle greatly with the last of this transition from 2008 until now, moreso than even the Baby Boomers, who rode high – and, heh, I do mean high – during the social and spiritual shift of the 60’s. They’re old vets at this whole “world changing beneath your feet” thing. (And no, mom, I’m not calling you old.)

However, even the Baby Boomers have noted this change as unlike anything they’ve seen, even in the 60’s. I’ve had more than one conversation with a Boomer that ended with them saying, “Well, I’ve never seen anything like this, even in Vietnam. The world’s gone crazy.”

I’ve even wondered: Geez. What the heck happened to us, Eddie Vedder? Did we finally become those geezers who, at 40, just can’t get our cultural footing? If Curt Cobain were still alive, would he be rallying with the Occupy Protests, or would he be doing what a majority of we Gen Xer’s have been doing… staring at the news and wondering when exactly it was that we belly-flopped into a scene from Blade Runner?

My work in the spiritual world allows me a great deal of access to perspective, though often, I’m not terribly happy with what I find. I say this because I’d like to think I’m much more hip than I actually am. But it appears that that simply is not the case. As I’ve been pouring over the details of the Spiritual Physics of the last four years, attempting to make sense of how not only the timeline has been unraveling into a Nobel-Prize Winning experiment but how it’s subsequent affect has impacted our world and our culture – I’ve come across some fascinating ear-markers. Amongst other things, I’ve realized that all of the delightful Gen Y’s out there have no other reference for the world they are currently living in, because a majority of that 32 year old social, spiritual and cultural energy signature was wound to it’s end by the time they hit the scene. Many of them don’t even recall air travel in a pre-9/11 United States. All texts and Tweets, these sweet babies were born into this transition, which is fantastic, because their enthusiasm is needed.

And, those of us who are a “straddle” generation, like Gen X is and always has been, are bridging the gap between a world where rotary phones reigned, and smart phones rule. We are the generation that went from analog to digital. And we will be the generation to reach back to our Gen Y’s when it’s time for us to go from digital, back to analog for awhile, come 2014-2015.

Nothing is an accident. But sometimes – it’s just a trip.

This change in Spiritual Energies that we are currently experiencing, rolling into 2012, is significant. I would go on and on about all the positive, amazing metaphysical aspects of enlightenment that we all have to look forward to – and we do – however, I feel that my calling is more in line with banging the gong of the obvious for a moment, simply so many of us don’t feel like we’ve completely lost it in the past two years. Sheesh, I’m even someone who, for all intensive purposes, exists between time, regularly speaking with Angels who are not in phase with this incarnation, and dealing with crossing over spirits who are out of sync with our vibration. I ride the curl of space-time distortion all the time.

For instance, my laptop, which should always be synced with our server and the same universal clock that both the cable box and my smart phone are synced with — is currently running two minutes ahead of both the cable box, and my Blackberry.

They were all synced up when I started working on the computer six hours ago.

Now, the laptop is synched with me, not the server. Like I said – I seem to “wrinkle time”, or, time warps itself around me, as Star Trek as that sounds, because there isn’t actually any “time”, though we synchronize our watches to the spinning of the planet so we can all get to the same place at the same time. Anyway, I’m regrettably aware of this space-time distortion. It’s how I do my job. It’s how “the future”, which is the greatest probability margin crossroad, is laid out in front of me. I’m used to it. And all that being said — even for a dimension-bending veteran like me — these last few transition years have been challenging. I think this is important to acknowledge – not to bang the “woe is me” alarm, but if someone like me, who is used to a rather skewed perspective on a regular basis, has been having some truly astounding “WTF” moments, then it stands to reason:

Perhaps the white elephant in the room should be addressed.

Personally, I feel the old world leaving, and the new world arising. I feel as if I’ve boarded a spacecraft, and am standing at a port hole as we blast away, watching the earth get smaller and smaller as the craft whooshes away toward a new, unknown horizon. The familiar place that I grew up is behind me. On one hand, I am excited for new the challenge of horizons. On the other hand – I miss my home.

2011 said goodbye to the last of the familiar. 2012 moves us into a new epoch of human sociological and spiritual evolution. Change is always exciting, and in the end, is always a positive thing. However, if deep down you’re a traditional gal from Montana, like I am – one tends to wax sentimental about the “times” that we are leaving behind.

I say “leaving behind” because that is exactly what is occurring. One of the main reasons that 2011 had more in common with a bad acid trip than a calendar year was due to the Spiritual Physics. Many of you have noticed that time “flew by” in 2011. Well, it did. Quite literally. I spoke a great deal this year on this very blog about time compression, and how it works – with our planet moving through a dense gravitational section of the Milky Way, something it does every 50,000-60,000 years, and something it’s been doing since 2008 and will continue to do until 2015, time has “sped up”. Even the Queen Bee of the World, Oprah Winfrey, talked at length on her show about this time distortion. Yes, we still have 24 hours in a day – it’s just that those 24 hours crack on by a LOT faster. (It’s a Quantum Physics thing, and if you’re bored, you can read up on a little Einstein later tonight, after you get home from your New Year’s festivities. But I’m guessing you’d have to be MIGHTY bored.)

So, not only did our technically-24-hour-but-feels-like-17-hour days go flying by in 2011, but all that change that would normally take place in a real-time year took place, if we were to do the math – in about nine and a half months, biological time. I say
“biological” because our internal time clocks don’t sync up with a space-time compression. So people wandered about this year downing Red Bull and thinking they had some sort of undiagnosed micro-stroke because they simply could not “get ahead”.

For 2012, this time compression will continue, but it has stabilized. In other words – most of us are used to it by now. It’s sort of at it’s max, and will remain there until 2015. It’s going to be a real hay ride once we start returning to the “normal” 24 hour non-compressed cycle – I can see it now, people feeling like the day won’t end. Because by our newly accepted standards, a day will feel like it’s 32 hours long. But I’m getting ahead of myself, and this time distortion will unwind gradually, just as we wound into it, so it won’t be as shocking as I’m making it sound. At this point, I’m just having fun doing math. But I digress.

2012 is the start of a BRAND NEW ENERGY SIGNATURE! This is a new leaf turning over, It has absolutely nothing to do with 2011. It’s fresh, fresh, fresh, folks, right out of the birth canal of sociological and spiritual evolution, so expect big changes. 2012 brings with it a crispness and an excitement of a pioneering new beginning. My friend Connie Rose, who is also a wonderful numerologist amongst her many facets of spiritual work, told me that this year is a “5” – which is change. That confirmed the energy maps I’ve been staring down the barrel of, for the past several years.

Though I mentioned we’d never have a world again that was fresh with frontiers, we will have a world that is fresh with designing new systems. And in this new design, there will be much enthusiasm. New money systems, new fuel systems, new transportation systems, new social systems, new government systems, new voting systems, new everything – our social and spiritual culture will reflect this brand new energy. I almost said “energy of renewal” but I caught myself, because there is nothing being renewed here. Nothing is being resuscitated. 2011 brought the death knell for the old system. The final nails were driven in the coffin with Occupy Wall Street, no more banks loaning, Presidential primary debates that seem like outtakes from Real Housewives of Weirdness – wave good-bye to the old world. She’s done her time. 2012 is about RE-STARTING. This is what the Mayan Calendar is referring to, on December 21^st, 2012. The end of an old system. Technically, that system is done now. But just like a carp flapping endlessly on the dock once it’s been pulled from the water – it’s just going to take awhile for the old system to give up the ghost.

Instead, look forward to 2012 to bring innovation, cooperation, inventions, outstanding philanthropy, a return to “old school manners” but through new modalities, a return to community compassion rather than apathy, and more than anything – a feeling that ANYTHING is possible. The glory of a brand new energy signature, even though sentimental dweebs like myself bemoan the loss of all things 80’s, is that the Spiritual Physics of “brand new” literally means that all things “from scratch” will be supported!

What does that mean for you? Well, that business you wanted to start but thought you probably shouldn’t? Now’s a good time. You wanted to finish up that college degree? Do it, but you may want to change your major – again, this isn’t about finishing old business. It’s about starting something NEW. The Universal energies are attuned to support new birth, not the retreading of the same old tire. Be fearless in executing positive, BIG, forward changes you’ve always wanted to make. The Universe will absolutely, without a doubt, support your movement in that direction.

We are all supposed to be putting a brand new foot forward. This is not to say that if you have started projects in 2011 that you should throw them all away. It means that to continue them into 2012, make BOLD, positive moves, in ways that you normally wouldn’t, and your projects will thrive. Again, it’s very important that we all work with the brand new 2012 birthing energy. Otherwise – it’s going to be like trying to climb right back up the birth canal, against mother nature’s contractions.

Not a pretty visual.

For those who may be having a more difficult time understanding what I’m talking about, just pretend that we are all on a Mars colony, and we are getting a chance to start from scratch. Yes, there are those who are still going to be trying to squash that tired round “old system” peg through the square “new system” hole, and that’s going to cause some sparks. But just step to the side and let that poor cuss wrestle with the obvious until they tire of the splinters.

Which leads me to the other side of the coin. Now, with any brand new growth period – there are always growing pains. There will be those in 2012 who are not open to the idea of “new”, because everything they have defined themselves as, they see as static. In other words, they aren’t able to climb aboard the spaceship, looking for the new adventure, and watch the earth in the aft porthole. There are those who will insist that we must CLING to the old energy signatures, and they will go down fighting. I say go down, because attempting to buck this brand new energy is going to be like hanging onto the railing of the Titanic and as she sinks — and trying to tread water.

Because some folks are going to have a very hard time with the way this new energy signature feels, the result will be social unrest, from the powers-that-be, on down. This isn’t to make anyone paranoid. It’s to give you a heads up that when you hear on the news that this or that blue-ribbon corporate head is pulling all of their stock from the market in the USA and moving it to Geneva, then Iraqi Oil, or this or that political candidate wants to round up large groups of people and put them in civil detention camps – yep, I’ve been “seeing” all of the above – don’t panic. That, too, shall pass. These are sweeping, desperate, temporary measures that will be taken while the frightened figure out that there is no crawling back up the birth canal of Spiritual Physics.

On the other end of that 2012 spectrum is a social push-back of people doing the right thing for the right reasons. There are far more good, decent, beautiful people in the world than there are frightened, angry, fearful people. And believe me when I tell you that GOOD wins this one. Good, patient, compassionate, decent, uplifting people pave the way for a brand new system of equity. Sure, there will be those “in charge” who aren’t too hip on that, and again, sparks will fly in some pretty dramatic ways. But don’t mistake the sparks for a nuclear bomb. The positive change that is coming is unstoppable. No one can stand at the base of an avalanche and think, simply by placing their hand forward, that the billions of cubic tons of snow will go around the town below. Spiritual Physics, much like gravity, has its own inertia.

And speaking of gravity – yes, we will be experiencing some geophysical planetary challenges thanks to the same high-gravitational zone that has squashed us so badly that even our 24 hour day is compressed. Those plates on our ol’ earth have to shift somewhere. Think of dipping a Nerf ball in that Dairy Queen hard shell cone chocolate, and then squeezing it. The chocolate on the surface would crack, and compress. That’s what our planet has been doing, starting 2009 onward. Poor Japan is now 9 feet closer to us that it used to be, thanks to the Earth being “squeezed” by the high gravitational pressure in the Milky Way, and those plates are scrunching underneath one another as the Nerf ball is compressed.

One of the side effects of squishing the earth like that is geothermal pressure, which is released into the atmosphere, affecting everything from ions to the earth’s electromagnetic field – which, in turn, effects weather. So we’re going to have some pretty crazy James Cameron-esque storm fronts all through 2015. 2012 brings tornadoes in places like Los Angeles (that’s a heads up for me, because I literally have to figure out where to hide in my house that’s not built for any weather at all, lol – LA, brace for erratic weather starting late spring through August.) Bizarre super-storm cells off the Atlantic coast during hurricane season. Just general “what the hell” kind of weather. Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, the Dakotas – BRACE for very frequent tornadoes all late spring through the summer. 2012-2015 is the year to have extra candles, blankets, water, and some canned meats and beans in the cupboard. Not only is that smart in general, but this year it will really be a life-saver for people. Water is especially important to have on hand this year, as with geothermal uprisings, ground water can be sullied. So have a cheap case of bottled water handy on the bottom of the closet floor.

Also, fuel is going to be an issue this year, on and off, and I see some issues with the shipping industry – not to the point of ruining the country, but enough to be a pain — so make sure to stock up your cupboards with dry goods and have some extra toilet paper on hand. I’m all for roughing it — to a point, people. If you have kids, stock up on things like diapers and other sundries. Again, this isn’t to start a panic, but to give everyone a timely heads up that if we just take a little extra precaution, and stock a few extra cheap items in the cupboards, the entire system will run without a hiccup. I mentioned candles before and it’s important to point out that though having a flashlight on hand is great, candles will also be a necessity for 2012. I’ve looked ahead, and I’ve seen that the nature of the electrical storms has changed, thanks again to our geothermal pressure boosting EMF in the atmosphere. 2012-2015 bring some intense electrical storms that have the capability of producing large electromagnetic spikes, which can spike batteries. So have your flashlights, but also have a few good old fashioned candles in the cupboard just incase.

And, last but not least, I see a LOT of power grid failure not only in the summer of 2012, but during these super storms, so make sure that you have food that doesn’t require cooking, or you can eat cold out of the can. OR, grab some of those cheapie propane burners and do a little camping in the house until the power comes back on. Again, none of this is intended to panic anyone, but to say if you spend $30.00 on stuff you normally wouldn’t, and keep it handy, you’re going to be thanking your lucky stars later in the year, and disaster will be averted.

Now, on a more fanciful note, for all my UFOlogist friends, 2012 is going to bring a LOT more citings of our ET friends. Watch the skies, and have your cameras ready — they’re going to be out in force. You’ll note the dramatic drop in major earthquakes toward the end of 2011? (Yes, yes, I know, many of you will roll your eyes at this part, but bear with me, gang) That was widely due to the fact that our OffWorld friends, who are also part of our Creation and our Family, were utilizing their technology to relieve a lot of the geothermal pressure that was building up under the crust of the earth. Thanks to these guys and their ability to “funnel” geothermal pressure up through the atmosphere (that’s a whole huge blog for another time about some huge EMF headaches in October that many on the West Coast were stricken with, caused from low-orbit installations, but now I sound like a tinfoil-hat wearing cat lady, so moving on), the United States was spared some enormous quakes in the heartland, and only had one or two rattlers this past year. Unfortunately, they can’t keep it up indefinitely, because we are talking about a planet here, people — so those quakes in odd places like the Midwest, St. Louis, Las Vegas, and the East Coast and the Southern Hemisphere are still on deck for 2012-2015 as the mid-Atlantic ridge spews more magma to the surface, thanks to our planetary compression, and shoves that mid-Atlantic plate into the North American plate with a greater rate of speed, all while our Pacific Plate is grinding against the North American plate on the other side of the country, causing the nation to “buckle” in the middle. However, if we all adhere to the “$30.00” rule, and have a few common-sense supplies on hand — we’ll all be a-okay. (That concludes the Deep Space Nine portion of our programming. I’m now putting my tinfoil hat away, right next to my Fox Mulder doll.)

So, as you can see – we are in a very exiting time. We are, each one of us, emissaries for the future, right now. In 2012, we all have the opportunity to hit the ground running with an enthusiasm for new beginnings, and by choosing not to panic when challenges arise, we will ALL be part of this brand new solution that we have been gifted with. 2012 is not the end. It’s the beginning. 2011 was the end, which is why it felt like “the end” to so many. It quite literally was the end, of an era, of a cycle – of a world. So tonight, when you’re out ringing in the New Year, toast to ingenuity, and invention, and compassion. Toast to YOUR decision to co-create with Creator the daily miracles that are necessary to keep our species not only fortified emotionally, spiritually, and socially, but culturally, scientifically, and intellectually.

Begin your beginning. Re-create our world by owning your brand new path, no matter how big or how small. You will have great support from our Creator for all of those endeavors. It is your time to shine with integrity, and courage.

If it’s the end of the world – count me in :).

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Psychic, Musician And Hollywood ‘IT’ Lady Danielle Egnew On The Cover Of UFOs And Supernatural Magazine, Exclusive Interview | Highlight Hollywood

Posted on December 28, 2011 by danielleegnew

UFOs & Supernatural Magazine, Issue 3, January 3 2012

Hey everyone, I thought I would share my wonderful interview by fantastic celebrity journalist Tommy Garrett, who runs insider mag Highlight Hollywood, with whom I am also appearing on the cover of the hit UFOs & Supernatural Magazine alongside SyFy’s Amanda Tapping (“Sanctuary” / “Stargate”) and my favorite Physicist, Stephen Hawking, January 1st, 2012! It’s really an honor to be considered an “IT” lady — I always thought “it” was a good thing to have, though I hear “it” can be cured with some antibiotics ;)!! Enjoy, all :)!!

Psychic, Musician And Hollywood ‘IT’ Lady Danielle Egnew On The Cover Of UFOs And Supernatural Magazine, Exclusive Interview | Highlight Hollywood.

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An Open Letter: Thank You for Breaking Up Occupy Wall Street

Posted on December 12, 2011 by danielleegnew

An Open Letter to: The Powers That Be
Cc: Halliburton

From: Danielle Egnew
Cc: The Planet Earth

To Whom It May Concern:

I trust the Holidays find you well. Let me start by stating that I’m not addressing the celestial “powers that be”, but those of the earthly lot, currently running our system of government(s) and trade. I know you’ve been in charge for a very long time. In fact, I happen to know that you’re not just in charge here in the United States, which is how you and I have come to know one another, but also in charge of the whole global economy and, ergo, responsible largely in part for the global transition we’re all going through.

I’d like to truly thank you for your belief in yourself. Thanks to your unwavering faith in the system of commerce and finance that you’ve built across the globe, a faith that drives you to uphold this system, you have kindly left a wide open playing field for the rest of us to circumnavigate, in order to rebuild what has been lost, not only in this United States, but across the planet. On this canvass you’ve politely left wide open are endless probabilities and problem-solving avenues that you, thanks in part to you utter dedication to your own design, are unwilling to accept as plausible. It is in your complete adherence to the belief that the buck not only stops with you, but is solely created and managed by you, that you have single-handedly taken care of an enormous problem that many of us are facing here in the United States: How to rebuild the nation, without your help.

As the Shel Silverstein poem goes:

And some kind of help is the kind of help
That helping’s all about
And some kind of help is the kind of help
We all can do without

I think it’s fair to say that your version of helping – isn’t. Again, thanks to your impressive devotion to your own system, you’ve found it unnecessary to take a few things into account, such as – how would a United States population, who no longer wishes to subscribe to the fulcrum of equity based upon oppression, secrecy, blame, and general douchiness, then make legal changes for the good of all social classes involved, without violence, without manipulation, and without mass media control?

I’d again like to thank you for your enacted belief that the latter is impossible, as it is your selfless commitment to this stalwart belief that has made room for competent others to solve this problem. It also seems you’ve not taken into account how the system you’ve created would then fit into a new system that no longer had need for the leveraging tools you once employed – again, most of them douchey.

I’d like to thank you for your tireless commitment to the concept of “Us against Them”, as in your dedication to this modality, you have taught us all the divisiveness in the notion that 99% of us are pitted against 1% of us. Thanks to my fine public education, whose funds you’ve recently seen fit to distribute other places such as congressional health care packages, I’m able to factor that by not dividing the 99% and the 1%, that leaves 100% of us that are all in the same boat, together. Thank you for uniting us.

I’d like to thank you for to your decision to buy into you, and only you. In this decision, you have freed us all from the expectation that we are to behave as if part of a Democracy. By sending in riot-gear-laden law enforcement who all look like extras on the set of Blade Runner to inspire mass panic via pepper spray while disbanding peaceful Occupy protests nationwide, all in the same week, just in time to clean up the commerce areas for the retail Christmas cycle, you have demonstrated that we may rely on your belief that we will react as you would expect us to react. Thank you for your consistency.

And, thanks to your expectation that we will re-center our energies to re-mobilize the Occupy Wall Street camps, as that is what you would do, you’ve again left us with a wide array of alternative legal and non-violent choices that, now that we’re not all camping in the rain expending our energies trying to scare up propane for a generator – we can direct 100% of our focus toward. Thank you for re-purposing our efforts indoors, especially during this reflective holiday season, where we may warmly, with plenty of food and water and unmonitored gathering time, take advantage of this beautifully abandoned idea called “Democracy” and start to build upon the wide-open playing field that you no longer believe in, not simply temporary ideological camps, but permanent functioning ideals.

So here’s to you, Powers That Be – thank you for being you. Thank you for your unshakeable commitment to yourself, and most of all, thank you for breaking up Occupy Wall Street. You’re right – there are far better ways that we may use our time. Because of your thoughtfulness, we will now have the proper relaxed environments to organize the changes we’d like to see, enacted in a legal, peaceful, and brand new way that hasn’t yet been accounted for, whose brilliance is based upon the wide-open playing field that you don’t believe in.

Thank you for inspiring imagination, ingenuity, and change. In your lack of vision – you are visionary.

The happiest of holidays,

Danielle Egnew
15021 Ventura Blvd Suite 843
Sherman Oaks, CA 91403
danielle@danielleegnew-advisor.com
http://www.DanielleEgnew-Advisor.com

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Merry Christmas! Oh Yeah, and About That Christ Guy…

Posted on December 8, 2011 by danielleegnew

I love this time of year. I love the Christmas trees and the Christmas music and the Christmas colors. I love the smell of the traditional Southern Italian dish of ink fish – spicy squid in tomato sauce – filling the house on Christmas Eve. I love the anticipation of being with friends and family for the holidays. I love that Santa starts appearing in malls everywhere, with all the joyful “Ho Ho Ho’s” that the jolly old elf can muster. I love saying “Merry Christmas”, and I love that my Jewish friends are as happy to say “Merry Christmas” back, as I am to say “Happy Hanukkah!” I love the spirit of giving that sinks into our consciousness for one month, no matter what the religious tradition.

I do not love the zealous chip-on-the-shoulder activist mentality that certain Christian denominations feel is necessary this time of year, to make sure that the reason for the seasons – yes, Christ Himself – is somehow not forgotten. I’m not sure how it’s possible to just “forget” Jesus while being immersed in a season of giving and love. That whole “selfless” thing was sort of Jesus’ main gig. But somehow, certain Christian churches are very sure that indeed, simply because Macy’s is having a sale – we are all going to be stricken with retail amnesia, and start worshipping at the throne of WalMart

I believe WalMart’s worship time is the first and the fifteenth of every month, not simply in December, according to my friends who receive regular paychecks.

In fact, I have to question the motive of certain Christian denominations, often times the Mega Churches, who stomp so loudly about JESUS, JESUS, JESUS this time of year. They protest against Santa Claus (that occultist hack) and the folly of retail marketing (such a tool of the Devil), all with a feigned piousness that would make Michele Bachmann proud. But in fact, they doth protest too much — theirs is a form of marketing as well, to take advantage of a holiday window in order to spread awareness for their individual church services. “Jesus, the reason for the season – so don’t forget to come on down to our MEGA CHURCH, and bring ten friends and a can of food to qualify for a discount at the Starbucks in the church lobby!” The attention on Baby Jesus is then followed closely by a stark reminder that the sweet baby you’re watching in the manager scene at the front of the mega-congregation is also the same guy dripping with blood, hanging overhead nailed to a cross. That’s where the “He died for your sins” discussion is inserted, the holiday spirit is replaced with guilt, and the collection plate is passed. I’m sorry, but, well… leveraging Baby Jesus’ imminent death, in order to manipulate one holiday to get people turned onto a spiritual path, is worse than Macy’s having a sale.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I used to co-pastor a Christian church, albeit one much smaller than the Mega Churches. I loved singing “O Holy Night” from the front of the church, listening to those notes ring high into the wooden rafters, and I still love a good midnight mass on Christmas Eve. There’s something magic about being up so late at night, and watching the candles burning, and listening to the priest tell the Christmas story while the choir sings. Simply sitting in the quiet of the night, making room for one’s own spirit, gives me space to commune with our parent creator God, with no interruption. It’s a perfect meditation – sights, smells, all lulling me into peace. I, personally, choose to be very aware that Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Christ, the ultimate giver. That’s why I go to midnight mass. And I pray for the world, and I pray for my family, and I pray for my own sorry butt. It is in that ether of reflective mediation that I can “see” the Christmas story unfold, late at night – shepherds on the hill, angels descending — and it is in that ether that I appreciate everything I’ve been given that year, and what I will be able to give back in the year to come. I am thankful. And somehow, the overall spirit of thanks and giving that everyone is experiencing then fills up the building, and all within the walls can feel it.

That’s what Christmas magic is all about.

Do I think that Jesus is sitting up in heaven stringing cranberries, staring down at the poinsettias on the altar, muttering to his agent on his blue tooth that thanks to faulty negotiations with Bloomingdale’s, Santa Claus has been given top billing? Um…no. I’m pretty sure Jesus is secure in the meaning of Christmas. In fact, I think Jesus is so secure in the meaning of Christmas that he doesn’t even mind that it isn’t on his birthday, which, historically, was in April.

In fact, Jesus is SO okay with the true meaning of Christmas that He’s not even batting an eyebrow at the fact that in the 1200’s, Constantine, the Christian ruler who took over the Celtic indigenous countries, decided to plop Christmas right smack on top of the Celtic Wiccan holiday of Yule. Because Constantine didn’t have the heart to completely rip away the spiritual culture of the lands he’d conquered, in the spirit of reaching out and keeping the peace, he just added onto an already existing celebration…with one eensy little addition: A fake birthday for the Savior of the World. Nowadays, if you fake a birthday, you’re put on a terrorist “no fly” list. So, if having His zodiac sign changed from Aries (which Jesus clearly WAS) to Capricorn (which Jesus CLEARLY was not) didn’t make Jesus mad enough to abandon the spirit of Christmas altogether – why are the Mega Churches mad at WalMart?

Ironically, I find Constantine’s choice to simply absorb the best of one culture’s communion with creation, and to amend it with an additional version of our communion with creation, to be a perfect representation for what Christmas is truly about. Christmas is about Universal acceptance, about grace, and about mystery — the wise men were astrologers who found the manger by tracking astrological signs and lore. Christmas is about not having all the answers, but receiving anyway. That’s why the presents are wrapped under the tree, to remain surprises.

Christmas is not about militant stomping for Jesus, or anyone else. It’s not about militant anything. Christmas isn’t a political campaign for Christ. It’s not about any one person, though celebrating the birth of Jesus, and what that birth means to the world in the Christian faith, is of course the inspiration for the season. It is a time for grace, and acceptance, and joy, and humble receiving – all things that Jesus really was about. I think Jesus would be pretty embarrassed that during a season where the focus is meant to be on those in need – many are laboring the point of His top billing. Talk about an entourage that’s crossed the line.

The Wiccan contributions of Yule are a huge part of Christmas as well – the smells of the evergreen tree, the crisp December snow falling silently in the night, the Christmas feast with family and friends, and the communion with one another in faithful anticipation of a re-birth.

The hardcore truth is, our version of Christmas simply wouldn’t be what it is without the gloriously convoluted combination of Jesus the Jew and Wicca. And again – I’ve got it on good authority that Jesus isn’t one bit flapped about any of it. I would bet that Jesus sees what I see when He looks at Christmas: A Universal time for EVERYONE to come together, regardless of religious background, tradition, or even a belief in God. I know many people who claim to have no belief in God, but every year, greatly anticipate the Spirit of Christmas, falling headfirst into the love and the giving of the season, reaching out to their fellow man. They don’t have to believe in God to behave in a Christ-like manner. That’s quite a lesson for those who do claim to have faith, yet struggle with the basic tenants of compassion and selflessness. Buddhists refer to acting on “Christ-like” behavior as “honoring your Buddha nature”. No matter what the title, Christmas Spirit is palpable. The true Spirit of Christmas knows no boundaries in race, culture, sexual orientation, gender, religion, geographical location, socio-political issues, or even species, as even the Angels are in on it:

“Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.”

Perhaps our Divine Creator, who seeks to do nothing more than connect with us so that we may feel our point of origin and understand that we are not alone and never have been, knew all along that Christmas would be the great time of Peace, because in order to bring peace — it had to be a little piece of everything. Just like Creator Itself.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all – a good night.

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Are Zombies a Sign of ‘The End’ — For Real?

Posted on November 5, 2011 by danielleegnew

Zombies were recently brought to my attention by one of my pals on Facebook, as she commented that she really didn’t understand the over-worked fascination that we, as a culture, seem to have with our bumbling, bloated friends. She asked me if there was any higher purpose to Zombies (as they are found everywhere in media these days), and my response, which was intended to be rather tongue-in-cheek – really got me to thinking.

In fact, there does seem to be a spiritual reason for our enormous enthusiasm for the undead right now. And, it’s not the first time it’s happened.

I’ll be darn.

Upon looking into the energy signature that humanity assigns to “Zombie”, I find that it corresponds with how we, as a species, become increasingly morbidly curious about our own impending demise. (Raise your hand if you can see the “2012” foreshadowing here.) And, in our recent history, the last time this fascination with Zombies arose in the media, we were also terribly curious about our own impending doom. The 1950’s and early 1960’s were a breeding ground for the fear generated around the idea of the extinction of the human race. The United States stared the nuclear crisis in the eye, first with the Soviet Space Race and backyard bomb shelters, to the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962. With ten years of “you could be dead tomorrow” hanging over a nation who once felt safe beneath a Daniel Boon cap while the knowledge that the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans would keep the world out – this was traumatic news. So when the United States was dealt its final blow in morale as the Vietnam War tore through our country’s inventory of young men while heavily-laced drugs became the new black, and I don’t mean panther — our poor cultural psyche snapped. In 1968, we saw the production of our first mass modern projected personification of what we had become, as a society – something monstrous and eerie, glassy-eyed, that resembled us, but had no heart, no mind, no anything but instinct to drag lifelessly along in a herd, destroying anything in it’s path. In 1968, we saw the introduction of a film that would launch the Zombie phenomenon into the stratosphere – Night of the Living Dead, the cult classic directed by George R. Romero.

It seems whenever we fear we may not exist anymore – we start working out our inner anxiety by making Zombie movies, and projecting everything we are afraid of onto one central, evil character, that was once us, but now has become a monster, infected with a mysterious pathogen whilst innocently living its life. This pathogen comes like a thief in the night, and we never really know where it originates – much like it’s too difficult to really pinpoint THE moment when a culture’s scales tip to the point of utter non-recognition. Even the way one becomes a Zombie is horrific: One single bite. For the human species, who views itself as an apex predator (don’t tell that to a great white shark or a lion), the psychological ramification of being something’s food – it’s prey – pinches every control and survival issue we can muster.

Yet when we are in these historic and present times of utter sociological free-fall and chaos, where we are unable to pinpoint an enemy in order to anchor our “us-against-them” illusion of security in the United States, we crave a focal point that embodies all of our fears. And, psychologically, one Zombie is equal to a laundry list of insecurities. If there’s one thing we can’t stand here in the USA, it is not knowing who our Enemy Du Jour is. In 2001, the War on Terror began. We went to war not with a country, or a movement, or a political system — but for the first time, we went to war with a concept. Our Twin Towers and Pentagon destroyed, downed commercial airliners pepper vacant lots, and we declare war against a concept – oh, and one guy, who is hiding somewhere on the Planet Earth. The next ten years will become the most expensive (and misleading, but that’s another blog) “Where’s Waldo Game” in American History.

Talk about pushing every American insecurity button.

Due to this strange and nebulous pursuit and a blatant prostitution of the checks and balances in the American monetary and election system that started in 2000, the American economy tanks in 2008, banks become predatory lenders, we first blame “over-spenders” and then realize, wow, those banks really were on crack – and now it’s too late. The Federal Government is threatening shut down every five seconds, natural disasters are moving entire countries nine feet to the West and creating nuclear threats for the entire world that no one is talking about, a temporal doorway in space and time is video taped by thousands of people in Norway but no one wants to talk little green men in the midst of a nationwide meltdown, everyone is turning against the same President they swore was their savior, and – there’s no one at all to bail us out, because we bailed out the same huge conglomerates that ripped us off since 2000, thanks to Federal de-regulation of EVERYTHING that financially protected the middle class. Ladies and gentlemen, we are in a cultural free-fall and economic shift akin only to the last one, forty years prior, where every moray, sociological ballast and cultural litmus was blown clean apart by Rowan and Martin’s Laugh In. So how do we handle this horrible case of modern cultural bed-spins? In 2010, the AMC Network – the same American Movies Classics that once broadcast John Wayne and Katherine Hepburn into wee hours of the night – satiates America’s craving for a single effigy wearing our many spun-out traits – delivering to us the ever-disturbing, ever-nerve-wracking kingpin of all Zombie offerings, the TV series: The Walking Dead.

I watch it every week. It’s a lot more disturbing this season. I’m hanging in there.

Because, it seems, for the same reasons that people slow down on the side of a freeway to gawk at the site of an accident, we stare at the TV screen, delightfully sickened by a glimpse of all of our internal moving parts now displayed in on the outside in a pool of green slime, dripping down the animated corpse known as Zombie, that at one time – was just like you and me.

Moreover, we are bitterly terrified, yet equally fascinated, at the prospect of becoming something that would betray our very humanity – betray the very things that we hold dear – like, you know… life.

Zombies are cannibals, so therein lies another blasphemy that we would commit against one another – eating our own. Not only is human life held above all things by many religious cultures, but to eat another human being is to debase oneself with such a perversion. (Unless you’re stuck in a crashed airplane up on a snowy mountain top at 12,000 feet with a deceased soccer team for more than five days. Then it’s just recycling.)

If we look at where we are, sociologically, in our culture today, it’s no wonder that we are utterly fascinated with our Undead Pals. They represent everything that we are terrified of having become. That’s right – past tense – everything we have become. Like Zombies, the world is screeching under the weight of its own scales, where on one side, we have been returning to desensitized instinct-only behavior, scrounging for existence and bashing someone over the head to take what they have. And on the other side, we have those of us who are attempting to shine a light on that same “looking out for number one” behavior to mention that perhaps, in these most volatile of changing times – it’s not the best idea.

Even down to our physical fascination with Zombies, as we stare into their hollow eye sockets and missing lower jaws, we are culturally emulating our Disfigured Dead Friends. On the Los Angeles radio airwaves right now, in 2011, there are more ads purchased by the cosmetic surgery industry than even car dealerships. At any given moment, a commercial pops on in between Bruce Springsteen and Cyndi Lauper (because the plastic surgeons aren’t advertising on the station that’s playing L’il Wayne, people – do the math) and a perky woman’s bell tone voice chimes in: “Head down to the Beverly Hills Cosmetic Surgery Center where, with the purchase of a brow lift, you’ll receive a check implant procedure for 50% off! This weekend only!”

You think I’m kidding. I’m not.

One of my favorites was the radio ad where the woman came on, and in that same “buy one get one free” voice stated that for a Valentine’s Day Special, you could receive a boob job (because nothing says “I love you” like “Honey, get those droopy teets under the knife before I go blind!”), AND a tummy tuck, on a simple monthly payment plan, but only if you signed up for both – so hurry! Space was limited!

Again. I’m not kidding.

We augment our bodies with implants and surgeries to the point of disfiguration. We order a face out of a book, and look shockingly like the man next to us in the grocery store line, as if a Ken doll factory exploded and here we all are, buying Mennen and avocados. Like Zombies, whose faces are frozen in death, our faces are shot full of Botox, and don’t move at all.

Thanks to the almighty dollar, Modern America has re-directed the focus off of the quality of human life, and onto the bottom line. And, just like our cannibalistic mob, in this redirection, we will take out anything that gets in that bottom line’s path, and ingest it.

We are the Borg. Resistance is futile.

The Borg, the famous Star Trek villains, are a Sci-Fi version of the Zombie, only half-rotten, and half mechanical. The Borg’s “mob mentality” was a touch more civilized, however, with a directive that was all about taking over the Universe, and becoming a perfect race by assimilating all races. That’s where the Borg jumped straight off the Zombie Track. In the late 1980’s when Star Trek: The Next Generation was born, the country was on top of it’s game, especially sociologically. We just didn’t have the need to push that cultural panic button and create the true Zombie horror effigy that reflected everything we fear in ourselves. We just didn’t have it in us at the time. We even gave the Borg a desire to better themselves. Because in the 80’s, we believed in bettering ourselves. It was all George Michael in his “Choose LIFE!” T-shirt — that had nothing to do with the GOP — and Annie Lennox shocking us because she wore a red crew cut. Oh, scandal!

Our biggest problem in the 80’s was how to get MTV carried on the cable provider. Hardly Zombie-inspiring stuff.

But 2011 is a different story. It is the thing Zombies are made of. Here we are, Zombies everywhere — on TV, in films, in candy and Halloween costumes and T-shirt decals. Zombies — unlike any other time in my life, which spans a little over the 40 year period between our last socio-cultural and economic upheaval, and this one — are at an all-time high. Because we are at an all-time low. And here we sit, grasping at projected third-party horror allegories in order to make some sense out of the chaos, until we reach the end of this transition — just like before.

So – in answer to the original Facebook question, “Is there any higher purpose with our obsession with Zombies?” – the answer would be “Yes”. Any onslaught of Zombies in the media heralds the beginning of “The End” of the socio-economic cultural shift toward a new and better operating system. And it appears that as we continue to navigate the choppy waters of this 2012 transition into a new era of the “we” consciousness, bringing an end to the “I” consciousness, we may again lose our fascination with our favorite Rotting Rascals. With extremely large yet passive movements like Occupy Wall Street shifting the energetic focus onto the empowerment of the whole, rather than the isolated fear of the few, the obsession with watching the process of “a few uninfected people” battle the “infected hoard” will likely lose its fanatic appeal.

However — in all fairness – I’ll be Tivo’ing The Walking Dead until they pry my DVR remote from my cold, dead hand. Because let’s face it — at the end of a hard day, nothing says mindless programming like a mindless hoard yelling “Brains!”

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Addressing the Question: Am I Ever Going to Get What’s Coming to Me?

Posted on November 2, 2011 by danielleegnew

Answer: That depends. Do you want what’s coming to you? No, really – do you? Think about that one a minute. It could get scary.

This question is a weighted one. We seem to think that what is “due” us is a shining pat on the back, a pot of gold, and a 1950’s ticker-tape parade in which we are a central figure, showered in confetti and hand-drawn signs of adoration. We often see ourselves down here on this planet not as part of a whole, but as a singular entity all unto itself – and it’s amazing our capability to promote ourselves to near-super-hero status: The Great Crusader, The Great Martyr, The Great Creative Genius, The Great Underdog, The One in the Trenches (while “the man” rears his theoretical dictatorial finger of authority and passes us by, choosing some bum-kissing schmuck to our right to be the next recipient of the “Human of the Year” Award). It is astounding, for a race that is so innately insecure, that our inner human personae actually identifies with our most incredible abilities when demanding a “pay-out” from The Universe. It makes you wonder – with this “super hero alter ego” running out in front of us to define ourselves to one another – why would we even ask this question at all?

That’s simple: Because we don’t actually believe our own press.

In other words, one may THINK they are The Great Creative Genius, but if they make a point to put forward that identity into the world, over and over again – really, they’re trying to prove this fact to themselves. The Universe KNOWS what we are, moreover – WHO we are — and apparently, we don’t, until we receive fifteen five-star reviews in 15 different newspapers.

How can we “get what’s coming to us” when we’re not sure what we are, outside of the identity on which we are trying to get feedback? In this instance, The Universe acts like a boomerang. We toss something out and The Universe lets that “something” loop around and come back to us. However, in this instance, upon its return flight, the boomerang comes back in a slightly different format. Think of a boomerang that changes shape in mid-air. If we want feedback on being The Great Philanthropist, then we shouldn’t throw out the boomerang labeled “The Great Martyr”, as those are two different energy signatures. It’s not a game of charades – we don’t need to elude to what we wish we were until people guess our identity. We need to BE what we are, in this three dimensional incarnation where “action inspires reaction” is the rule, and let the chips fall where they will. That way, the Universal Boomerang of “who we are” will have no room to morph in mid air, change into the shape of a frying pan, and blast us across the back of the head with an unsuspected return.

Of course, this “being what we are” isn’t as easy as it sounds, or we’d all be doing it, for crying out loud. First of all, most folks have a very hard time discerning what they are, because they aren’t certain WHO they are. Since The Universe recognizes that who we are is what we are, this “what came first, the chicken or the egg” thing becomes a frustrating dance for most people. And, to add gasoline to the fire, we are taught – at least in Western Culture – that what we are is dictated back to us by a piece of paper on the wall with University lettering, or a license hanging below it, or a union card with our name on it. We are taught that what we are must be signed off on, by a respected third party, who somehow approves of us in some way — and in this approval, makes us bona fide to the world. In fact, if we were able to separate the what – the actual accreditation or validation of our work – with the who – who we were in achieving the accreditation or the validation — then we’d have a much clearer understanding of the whole Who We Are is What We Are issue. However, the latter suggests that we’d have to have a pretty healthy sense of self, going into the professional accreditation process, and again, most Western Culture dictates that it is in this third-party validation system that our “role” in society is defined.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Our “role in society” is defined by our actions toward others, when we are not on the clock, and those actions are defined by who we are. So we’ve got it all backwards, and that is not accidental. As long as Darkness can keep us chasing shadows of ourselves, we remain slightly out of connection with who we are. And as long as we are not truly locked into who we are, we will never have the impact in this third dimension that is possible for us, while only riding the “what” credentials. Because the “what” without the “who” is like the icing without the cake.

We would greatly benefit from relaxing, and simply being who we are. Yet often, that transition from “what” to “who” is a touch scary — no accreditations or diplomas or professional affiliations to hide behind, just little ol’ us – and to most, “little ol’ us” just isn’t enough. “Being” is the process of putting ourselves on the line with one another. Quite literally, it is the act of putting ourselves right out there, the good, the bad, and the ugly, for everyone to see, no matter how many letters may or may not be behind our name. There is a lot of general tentativeness in doing this, because when one is positioned behind the social identity of, say, The Great Achiever, rather than the emotional identity of “Bob, the guy who is a workaholic and whose wife left him to start a family”, there is a lot more wiggle room. We fear our own “non-shiny spots” because we think they makes us “lesser than”, when in fact, it is our non-shiny spots that we relate with most, in one another.

I’ve never seen humanity rally like it does when one or more of us are hurting. Even George W. Bush was embraced by the entire nation at ground zero in New York, as he wept with the firefighters on national television. As a species, all of our lofty principles go flying out the window when we see another one of us in pain. We immediately default to our most base operating system, which is one of love, and we swing into “recovery” mode because part of our body is hurting, even if it is not us. This is one of the few times that we are reminded of our connectedness to one another – that we are not our solitary “Super Hero Id”, but a singular consciousness as part of a Greater Body that needs assistance. We are seeing this instinct kick into high gear with the Occupy Wall Street movement, and the many Marines and Policemen who join the movement to show solidarity for the many who are hurting. Our natural reaction to dive in and help people in pain, though we may not even know them personally, is one of our greatest gifts to one another, and one of our most potent attributes as a genus.

It is what defines us as a Spiritual Family.

And who knows each one of us better than anyone else around? Well, typically, our family, of course. Yet who do we tend to take for granted and treat with the least amount of respect? Well, our family, or course, because we know that deep down, we will be forgiven and loved by our family in spite of our petty craziness. So indeed, since Humanity is a spiritual family down here on this earth, and since we’ve seen examples of our connectivity to one another in times of great pain, like right now, with Occupy movements erupting all over the nation — doesn’t it stand to reason that our best bang for our buck is to let people see ALL of who we are, within reason, rather than just our best DC Comics representation?

How can The Universe bring us “what’s coming to us” (or more accurately, what is truly ours) when we are only choosing to be only half of what we are in this incarnation, and that “half” is a rather scripted character based upon only on our shiniest parts? How can “we” be defined in this equation? We can’t, because we’re only bringing half of us to the party, which in terms of our original question means that Universe can only bring us half of “what is ours”. Since we tend to be a “glass half empty” spiritual culture, that “half” feels like “empty”.

Now, no one is suggesting that any one of us sink to our lowest common denominator and become a narcissistic nightmare who drones on and on about our painful childhood, our “process”, our “mommy issues”, or our seemingly endless list of human “isms”. The act of BEING should not be confused with the human propensity for general attention-seeking. The latter should be reserved for discussion with a licensed professional or very close buddy over a six pack, otherwise – it’s just a really irritating and pretentious display of our own self-indulgent woe that will nearly always net a loss of healthy relationships.

The key here is: 1) honesty with oneself and others about the fullness of who each one of us are, and 2) moderation in the distribution of that honesty to others, because some people just can’t handle a lot of input. Again, no one wants to be on the receiving end of the Woe-Is-Me Guy in the check-out stand, where his Diarrhea of the Soul is splattering all over the entire line. That kind of spiritual stink is hard to get off. Though none of us can control the comfort level of another person, we can look at our own process of “honesty distribution” and set up a series of checks and balances, to gain a better idea if we’re leaning too much into the “Super Hero” corner, or going for the gold in “The Oppression Olympics”.

One strong tool in our Check-and-Balance Fix-It-Yourself kit would be making sure that we know how to receive, as in, receive a gift. Seriously. That may sound inane, but really, it’s a humongous problem with humanity, especially Westernized Society, whose post-Puritanical mantra “Tis better to give than to receive” has driven a Christmas retail season for sixty years, and bold spiritual and sociological denial for over three hundred. It is not the Super Hero version of ourselves that “receives” – that version of ourselves is “the provider”. It is the non-shiny version of ourselves, the Inner Five Year Old, the one who needs help and appreciates compliments and really does like ice cream way too much, that needs to be accessible in order to receive. And we deny ourselves receiving of great things for many reasons – we may not feel like we deserve it, deep down. Or we may feel like if we receive it, we will have to be responsible for it, and we’ll mess it all up, and then be left heartbroken with nothing, so instead we subconsciously decide we don’t really want it, because the old pain of “wanting” is something we’re familiar with and is much less heartbreaking than the thought of losing the thing we’ve always wanted. Or, we were raised in a home where our needs were secondary, and we don’t know how to receive, without giving it away to someone else. After all, if we don’t know how to receive, then how can we “get what is coming to us” in the first place?

Ah, but wait one moment. “To receive” means that we are presented with something. To “get what is coming to us” — get — implies an effort, something that one is endeavoring to acquire, not presented. “Get” is an action verb. Here we are, asking The Universe “Am I ever going to get what’s coming to me?”, when what we MEAN is “Am I ever going to be presented with what I feel I have earned?” The original question is asked by our inner Super Hero – the “getter” – and the latter question is asked by our inner five year old, “the receiver”.

Not to be the universal attorney here, folks, but the verbiage in both questions mean two very different things, and it’s time to let The Universe off the hook on this one until we understand what we are asking for.

To do that, let’s tie this all together:

Because, for fear of rejection, we often times lack the courage to let anyone else see our Inner Five Year Old who may not be so shiny, we push The Super Hero version of ourselves forward to greet the world. We do this because we want to believe in what we understand to be the most powerful version of ourselves, as reinforced by the third-party accreditations we have hanging on our wall. Subconsciously we know that The Inner Five Year Old is within us as well, so to balance this less-than-shiny side of ourselves, we require more external feedback on The Super Hero, to keep our attentions focused on the version of ourselves that we consider to be more “acceptable” to most people. However, most people respond best to another person’s Inner Five Year Old, as that is the most genuine – and most universal — part of every one of us. Because we refuse to accept this basic spiritual dichotomy within ourselves – The Super Hero living side-by-side with our The Inner Five Year Old — we push our Super Hero to ask the question of the Universe: Am I ever going to get what’s coming to me? Since the Inner Super Hero is “the getter”, it intrinsically asks the wrong question, to which, The Universe is bound to bring a direct answer – which we inevitably feel is the wrong one, because our original need was never addressed.

So. Come out of your Inner Super Hero for a moment, and give the Universal Inner Five Year old a chance with this question: “Am I ever going to be presented with what I feel I have earned?”

The answer, from the Angels in the ethers: “Yes. As soon as you are comfortable to receive it.”

Remember gang – the Universe will never force miracles upon us. We must accept everything that is to come our way. Challenge yourself to strike a healthy balance in both versions of yourself – The Super Hero and The Inner Five Year Old. Both of these people inside of you need to be free to function at 100% peak capacity, so they can each be readily available on deck to take their turn at helping you make key decisions. None of us are victims in our own lives, though sometimes Life feels like it’s making a special effort to give us a hard time. (That’s not actually true – Life is sort of busy, and we are but one speck of sand on a beach full of probabilities in Life’s daily routine).

No one but you is in the driver’s seat of your own journey. And no one can “take away” what is meant for you – not the slimy boss, or the disingenuous neighbor, or the rotten spouse, or the other band that got the record deal, or the other actor that was cast – what is meant for YOU is meant for YOU. If we have a “near miss” with an opportunity, and we watch it fall to another, it is because it was simply never ours to begin with. This is a tough pill for humanity to swallow, because we are suffocating in a sea of fear down here on earth that is thousands of years old, born of eons of lack, limitation, and suffering. We tend to think that there is only ONE shot for us, ONE chance, ONE opportunity – because it is the only one that we can see, at that present time. Therefore, we place all of that moment’s value on that ONE outcome, and we panic if that opportunity does not fall to us. Or, we are devastated and enraged when we perceive that someone else has underhandedly “weaseled” our opportunity away from us. And it may appear that way, in the moment, when the bum-kisser at work is awarded our promotion, instead of us. However, remember – that is an emotional and fearful view of the occurrence. Because we placed so much value on that one instance, we are incapable of seeing the “big picture” – that once we accepted that promotion, we’d be stuck at work 70 hours a week, now the fall guy for everything that ever went wrong in the department, and having to account to a furious spouse at home who is now saddled with the kids full time, all the time. We fail to see that “the promotion”, WHAT we are, would have been a death knell for our relationship, which was forged on WHO we are. In Spiritual Physics, WHO trumps WHAT, any day, and The Universe will allow the bum-kisser to “steal” that promotion, because in doing so, the bum-kisser learns the lesson of hubris through the losses that would have been allocated to us. “The Promotion” is then better used as a teaching tool to the bum-kisser, and a real advancement in career that won’t compromise WHO we are will be allocated to us when the timing is more appropriate.

The Universe will never grant us anything that will do us harm. We, however, are welcome to author, and participate in, as many harmful situations as we choose. It’s a nasty double-edged sword.

Though it may feel like it when we are on the other end of a victimizer, or a real A-hole, there is not one human being alive with the ability to truly take away what is truly, Universally ours – “what we have coming” — in both the positive and negative respects. Our lessons and our opportunities and our gifts are ours, and that is between us, and The Creator. It is a sickness of the soul and a sadness of the spirit that there are people walking the earth who truly believe, due to their negative actions of terrorizing others, that they have the power to take anything away from anyone. That is Darkness at play, puppeteer of the broken, leveraging their pain to turn the abused in to the abusers. And to those, much pain in life is to be had, with no spoils going to the manipulator except the lessons of the emptiness, paranoia, and broken trust brought on by betrayal.

I don’t wish that kind of slow spiritual death on anyone – not even the biggest A-Holes I know. Yet I know many who choose that lifestyle, and writhe in agony everyday awhile being ground between the jagged teeth of Jealousy and Non-fulfillment.

And that is their right. The Universe is a delicate balance of cause and effect, after all.

So.

Relax out of the Limitation Consciousness of “I can’t” that is created by the pride of The Super Hero, release the victim conscious of “I’m not allowed” that is created by the insecurity of The Inner Five Year Old (who is never allowed to handle anything), buy your Inner Five Year Old some ice cream — and put them in charge of joyfully receiving what you have earned. Believe me, you’re ready. Plus — your Inner Super Hero will love the success, as it’s all about outcome.

No one – and I mean NO ONE – can take away the bounty that is yours, the gifts coming to you by your Parent Creator. And, sometimes, those gifts may come to you in ways that you’re not expecting – so be open to the Creativity of the Universe, in delivering to you what is yours. If you spend five dollars on a friend, you don’t expect to be paid back a week later with the exact same five dollar bill, do you?

When are you going to be presented with what you feel you have earned? As soon as you are comfortable to receive it.

Get comfy, my friend. And enjoy the ice cream

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A True Tale For Halloween: ‘Possession: The Spirit Next Door’

Posted on October 30, 2011 by danielleegnew

Happy Halloween! Tis the season – and as a spooky Halloween treat for everyone, I invite all of you to pull up a chair next to the crackling fire – for a real life ghost story. It’s that time of year when we turn our attention to all things that go bump in the night – when the shriveled leaves are blown from the trees to gather against cold headstones in graying cemeteries, and illuminated jack-o-lanterns add eerie warmth to the bitter fall cold. So pull your blanket up over your lap, let the firelight cast orange shadows beneath your chin, listen to the rustle of the dead branches against the window – and let me tell you a story…

As a Clairvoyant and Medium who has worked in the field for over a decade, both with private clients, corporate clients, and even law enforcement, there are quite a few tales that I could share that would likely be, at the very least – engaging. However, there is one tale that surpasses engaging, and places itself into the sole position of being harrowing. It is this tale that I shall endeavor to recite, because the circumstances surrounding the tale actually frightened me. And that’s tough to do.

On the night of October 23rd, 2010, I had just finished playing a concert at a venue in Tacoma, WA. You see, my other J-O-B is “Rock Star” – no, really, it is – and upon finishing up this concert, two friends who had attended the concert suggested to me that I accompany them back to their home, in order to “check out” the house next door. The reason for this late night inquiry, aside from perhaps too many Hot Toddies during the concert on the part of my friends, was due to the fact that my friends were care-taking this home, and they thought that the home may be haunted.

Well, seeing as that we were a week away from Halloween, and seeing as though the ethers are particularly thin during that time of year, and seeing as though I, too, had a Hot Toddie in order to chase the damp mossy Northwest air out of my Los Angeles-based bronchial tubes – this all seemed like a very sensible idea at the time.

By the time I was able to get my musical gear packed away, even with the help of the Record label staff, it was quite late. We arrived at my friends’ home, a turn-of-the-century Victorian in the historic section of Tacoma, and next door sat the target – another turn-of-the-century Victorian with a dark personality, and even darker windows. It was a typical Northwest fall – wet, rainy, dark, and a little miserable – perfect ghost hunting weather.

At this point, we are going to assign my friends some handy pseudonyms, so this is all easier to keep track of. “Alice” and “Sarah” had a house guest, “Rex”, who expressed interest in coming along on our impromptu paranormal investigation. Of course, I knew Rex, and thought it would be a fun to have one more person on the ghost hunt. So, all four of us trod off next door, in the wind and the rain, to get to the bottom of the potential haunting. On the way, Alice told me that while she was next door feeding the cats at this supposedly haunted house, she felt someone upstairs. Naturally, the house was vacant, so that was a bit unsettling for her.

As we neared the house, climbing the corner lot cement stairs that were slick with black moss and time-crumbled edges, the pit of my stomach seized and the hair on my arms began to stand up. That’s never a good sign. This place was not only haunted, but haunted with something that was a very negative presence, and was none to happy about my arrival. I didn’t say much at this point, because I didn’t want to alarm anyone, but I did turn to both Alice and Sarah and confirm that yes, Virginia – the house is haunted.

“We haven’t even gone in yet,” said Sarah.

It was at this point that Rex stood on the moldy, rickety porch of this old Victorian home, and stated very plainly: “I don’t want to go in.”

Now, at this juncture in our tale, it’s very important to point out that Rex is a very lovely, very intelligent, and very gay man. I mean, extremely gay. Rex makes me look like a linebacker, and I mean that with the utmost respect for linebackers. So, upon Rex’s protest, which came out sounding a bit like Jim J. Bullock throwing a fit on Hollywood Squares, I naturally dismissed the incident, told Rex to buck up, and all four of us entered the house.

It was more like walking into a vacuum.

The place was thick with spiritual occupation, sickness, and secrets. And none of them were good. The house was done up in dark antique woods. It smelled of rotting drapes and cat boxes. Rex’s eyes popped wide open and he made an effort to return to the porch. However, Sarah talked him into staying, and onward we strode into the living area, which was a hodgepodge of mismatched furniture and scarred wooden floors. Not only was this home haunted by at least one very unhappy occupant, but by 1970’s linoleum which had been slapped atop painted floors in the dining room.

I could feel this entity hiding, seething at me from the ethers. It was a tall male in his mid forties with a long beard and mutton chops, no moustache, and a balding head – the kind that would beg for a comb-over if only this man had lived in 1963. The bald head-mound was surrounded by a tangled nest of stringy salt and pepper hair that fell to his shoulders. He had bulging slate colored eyes which he held overly-wide open under bushy eyebrows, and a blue naval-looking coat adorned with brass buttons, done up to his neck. He was a nasty person and he smelled, even in death.

As Mediums do, I was pulling energetic information from him, and as spirits on the defensive do, he was downloading information from me. It was a race to see who could find a chink in the other person’s armor first. I began to relay to my friends who I was in contact with: This man was an abuser. He didn’t believe in God. He didn’t believe in anything but his own ability to rule his home, which he had once done with an iron fist. He had a rage within him that permeated the atmosphere of the home like a depressive blanket. I wondered who ever could have dwelled in this house, from day to day, without falling ill.

“The man who lives here is in the hospital with stage four cancer,” answered Sarah. “That’s why we are here, feeding the cats.”

Well, there you have it.

Rex had tried to leave several times, but I convinced him to stay, because I could see that this spirit didn’t like having all of us there, and with a spirit who was this bent on being aggressive, there was safety in numbers. Just as the malevolent spirit man would hiss something awful at me through the ethers, Rex would say, “He doesn’t like you.”

Rex could hear him, too. I began to re-think Rex’s Paul Lynde protests about being in the home. To my utter surprise, Rex was a Medium.

I pulled Sarah into the foyer of the home, out of earshot, and said, “Why didn’t you tell me that Rex was an open channel?”

“Because I didn’t know,” she answered. “I don’t think he knows, either.”

This was not a good situation. Rex, though an incredibly sweet guy, was not a small guy, at six feet four inches tall. He also had more than a few cocktails in his system after an evening out, and now he was smack in the middle of one of the more haunted homes I’d been in, with one of the more nasty entities I’d encountered in awhile. I returned to the living room and asked Rex if he wanted to leave, but he was fine to stay, and he went to sit by Sarah for moral support.

At one point, this spirit man was yelling obscenities at me – keep in mind, this dead guy hated women – and he demanded to be called by name. I wasn’t terribly concerned with his demands, but he kept shoving a “C” surname at me, so I finally relented, thinking I could at least have a conversation with him and talk him into crossing over, which would have been a fool’s errand considering this gem of a once-human didn’t even believe in God. But a girl has to try.

I couldn’t quite get the name, and I was saying, “I’m sorry, are you saying Connel? Is your name Connel?”

Suddenly, from the corner, a slumped over Rex, eyes closed, bellowed in a deep and un-Rex voice: “COLONEL! YOU CALL ME COLONEL!”

There was a quite in the room that was more uncomfortable than the acrid smell of the cat boxes. Sarah, who was standing by Rex, froze with her panicked gaze trained on me. Alice was seated across the room at the kitchen table, and simply stared. I’d known Rex for years, and never heard that booming deep voice come out of him – until now.

The situation had gone from “not good” to “dangerous”. Rex was a big fellow, and he was no longer driving his own ship. The Colonel had pushed his way into Rex and taken up occupancy. A Medium who is not in control of their aptitudes is much like a swinging door on an old saloon – anyone can come in, and anyone can go out. Without knowing how to “latch the door”, a Medium is his at risk for a spiritual squatter. Rex had the worst kind of squatter possible: A victimizer who had remained physically impotent in death for over 100 years, and was itching for a fight.

“What’s happening?” Sarah asked, her voice shaking.

“Rex isn’t home right now,” I answered flatly, attempting to remain calm as I continued to systematically pull The Colonel’s file out of the ethers, frantic to find something to leverage against this entity that would force it to leave Rex’s body. The information coming back to me wasn’t helping. Yes, The Colonel hated women. He had raped both his wife and his daughter repeatedly throughout their lives, finally killing the daughter when she was in her mid teens during a struggle where he accidently choked her to death during a sexual assault. The daughter’s remains had been buried on the property in an unmarked grave that was beneath the floor of the dining room, right under the very spot I was standing. This was one sick muther-effer, now possessing a six foot four male frame.

The only “edge” that I had was in The Colonel’s difficulty in attempting to maneuver Rex’s body. It had been a long time since The Colonel had the weight of gravity pulling upon him. I had to figure out how to drive out this crazy dead old nut before The Colonel had full use of Rex’s bulky flesh suit. The race was on.

The Colonel slumped off the chair where Rex was seated and pulled himself across the floor like a drunken Golem, all the way to Alice, who was still seated at the table. Alice was a bit numb over all this, and the Colonel tried to climb up the back of the chair and scare her by saying some unsavory things, but Alice didn’t react. She knew better than to feed into this entity’s rage.

“You need to leave this house. You’re dead,” I said sternly.

“YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY HOUSE!” The Colonel bellowed.

Sarah was panicked, trying to help by saying, “You need to leave Rex alone. That’s not your body.”

Of course, The Colonel just laughed, and I erupted into goose bumps, because the laugh was so foreign to Rex’s vocal chords. I was just putting together the thought in my mind that I would pull the dead daughter card – try and take the power away from this abuser by exposing a secret – when The Colonel began pounding the dining room floor, over and over again, laughing with a guttural rasp that made my eyes water. I couldn’t control the absolutely stone-cold sensation rushing up my back. He had pulled my thoughts straight from my head and beat me to the punch, slapping the spot on the floor where beneath, he had interned his daughter’s remains. In doing so – he completely creeped me out. Score: One for The Colonel, Zero for Danielle.

Thoughts are energy, ripe for the picking. Whatever he knew, I knew. But whatever I knew, he knew. Thus is the coup in spiritual work. I quickly realized that I needed to come up with something that would throw him off his game. The Colonel was a masochist, all about the control. I would have to knock him off his center before he pulled my next greatest fear straight out of my head, and acted it out.

I looked down at the dining room floor where I could “see” his daughter’s discombobulated skeleton, twisted in the crawlspace dirt below the linoleum. God, I hated that linoleum. All gold, maroon, and brown, it was the finest 1972 had to offer. I went with it. “If you know so much about your own house, why did you let someone put this god-awful linoleum down?”

The Colonel began to writhe, and a dismayed growling sound emitted from the back of his throat, but he did not respond. Excellent! I continued on. “I mean, look at this garbage, it’s hideous! Who lets someone come into their house and put this horrendous crap on their hardwood? What kind of moron let’s someone ruin their floors?”

The Colonel growled a little louder, and stammered out, “You don’t know anything!”

I could feel the entity reeling over the concept of linoleum, which kept him in his own head and out of mine long enough for me to play the trump card in this poker game.

“And look at you,” I continued, “what are you going to do? You’ve possessed a gay man! That body you’re in is queer. He has sex with other men. He’s a girl. You’re nothing but a sissy, sitting on the floor. No one is afraid of you.”

Now, let me take this opportunity to explain that I, as a gay woman, don’t think that gay men are sissies, or girls. The Colonel, however – did, which was why I chose the verbiage, straight out of his head. The Colonel took a moment to actually survey the consciousness of the body he had possessed, and for the first time, opened up Rex’s eyes wide, and in horror. The Colonel was a complete and utter homophobe.

Bingo.

The Colonel began dragging himself into the kitchen, sliding backwards on Rex’s bum, dragging his leg. Obviously, the Colonel had been wounded in a battle of some kind, and held onto the consciousness of this injury well into death. He stopped and peered at me from around a cabinet, one lone piercing eye, wide open in terror – terror of being emasculated, terror or being crippled, terror of being dead. The terror was hollow, and one of the most chilling things I have ever witnessed.

“You either get up and come at me, or recede,” I demanded.

The Colonel continued to drag himself into the kitchen. I took advantage of the situation and rushed in, squatting next to Rex with my hand on his chest. “Rex, come on, buddy. Come out. Push forward. Wake up.”

Since Rex had no idea how to use his abilities, I had no idea what his key phrase would be. Most Mediums have a key phrase they recognize so if they are possessed past their ability to control the spirit, the phrase can be uttered and rattle their native consciousness into kicking out the secondary spiritual squatter. I had no idea what would appeal to Rex, but I could feel The Colonel running away, back into the recesses of this dank old house. At the end of the day, The Colonel was nothing more than a coward.

Rex blinked and looked at me, then looked up at Sarah. “Oh dear, girls, did I fall down? Too many martinis?”

Rex was back online.

We didn’t explain what had happened to him at that moment, as Rex had absolutely no recollection of what had occurred. Sarah mentioned he had scooted himself into the kitchen, and Rex didn’t believe us. We finally got him on his feet and went to leave the house. As we were leaving, Rex began to fuss, wanting to stay. Often times, when a person is possessed by another entity, the person will maintain the emotional responses of the entity for awhile, until they can consciously flush them out. Rex started to get a rather glazed look in his eye as we approached the foyer. We quickly scooted him outside and locked the door behind him.

On the porch, he began to panic, wanting back into the house. Sarah was firm about him returning home next door, and I distracted him with conversation about shoes and belts, long enough to get him down the rickety front stairs and onto the main sidewalk below. I had one arm, Sarah had his other arm, and Alice walked behind him, making sure he would not bolt back for the home. Rex twisted his head backwards, looking up at the old tattered Victorian, saying: “Girls, I want to go back in the house.”

The rest of the night involved me, Alice and Sarah attempting to explain to Rex what had happened. Rex didn’t believe us, or rather, didn’t want to accept what had happened to him (“I don’t believe in all that hoo-doo!”) until finally at one point during the evening, he broke down crying, unable to even put into words the horrendous sexual atrocities that “he” had envisioned acting out on me, Sarah, and Alice. Considering that Rex is the most gay man alive, those thoughts must have been exceptionally traumatic on a number of levels.

I had to explain to him that the thoughts he had left in his consciousness were (obviously) not his own, but that of The Colonel, like old paint left on the side of the can in which it was once packaged. I worked energetically on Rex to rid him of the rest of the negative residual garbage that The Colonel had left behind in him, and discussed with him how to properly use his spiritual gifts.

Working with one’s spiritual gifts is not for everybody. I made a key error in judgment that night in goading someone to stay in a haunted location when they clearly wanted to leave. Though I didn’t know that Rex was a Medium, I did pick up that he was spiritually sensitive, and I should have honored his instinct to remove himself from the situation. I mistook his actual worry over the situation for the musings of a natural born drama queen. In my mild defense, if you knew Rex – you’d see how this would’ve been an easy mistake to make. However, even Rex with his colorful mannerisms would not have been able to concoct an “act” like the one we had all witnessed.

In over a decade of doing this kind of work in the field, I’ve never watched a full-body possession occur, especially when dealing with a human entity. I honestly believed that non-authorized full-body possessions were saved for demonic cases. All of the Mediums and Channels that I have ever worked with, myself included, have a great deal of experience in disallowing unwanted entities from occupying their bodies, so the thought of a “ghost” entering a person’s body with such force was never an issue to consider.

The experience with Rex was incredibly unnerving and struck a chord with me. It drove home the fact that what we do out in the field, as Psychics and Mediums, is truly dangerous if not handled properly. Spirit life has the potential to harm certain people who are more susceptible to spiritual frequencies, if the person who is dealing with the phenomenon is not well versed in what they are doing, or what they are capable of. The sobering truth was that we, all four of us, got out of that house unscathed — on a miracle. The situation involving a wide-open Medium without any discernment skills, so many Hot Toddies, and a masochistic negative entity, should have been much worse. However, The Universe cut us a break that night.

You know the saying “God takes pity on drunks and fools”? Well, I guess we double qualified that evening.

Rex promised me that he would look into developing his Medium abilities, as he clearly is a very gifted and wide-open channel who could potentially help many people with such a pure spiritual aptitude. But I know that since the incident, he has steered clear of any sort of spiritual environments or pursuits. His last words:

“Honey, all this hoo doo is a little too much for little ol’ me.”

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Once and for all — Is God Real?

Posted on October 27, 2011 by danielleegnew

I am often asked: “Is there a God?”

When I respond “Yes”, I am then asked: “Since you can talk to the dead, have you seen God?”

To which I frequently respond: “Since God is not dead, no.”

However, in my work, I have spent an enormous amount of time communicating with angels, who are in regular communication with, and within the presence of, God. This communication leaves behind a very distinct energy signature that, just like when I’m reading for an individual, can be decoded, at least in part, and observed. Though I don’t think I’m the most dull bulb on the tree – I’m confident that I’m not able to comprehend the full breadth and width of God, in all of It’s applications and dimensions. I am humbled to be cognitive of many aspects of God – yet many I am certain remain out of my periphery, simply because I would not be able to identify, or frankly, comprehend them.

After all, I’m just one lone Clairvoyant, folks.

Though we’d all love to be treated to that dramatic Cecil B. DeMille moment of seeing, with our own eyes, a fearless God clad in golden robes barreling through the clouds on a chariot made of lightning, His Abraham-like flowing hair silver in the moonlight – it appears that “feeling God” is a much more common occurrence for Humankind. I would never presume to be so arrogant as to claim that I was speaking directly for God with any of this blog posting – I’m not a self-proclaimed prophet or Jim Jones, mind you, and no one will be required to drink any kool-aid after reading this article. Yet because of my work, especially with Spiritual Physics – something that God wrote the book on — I do seem to have a comfortable working grasp on the “face of God” in a way that I am able to understand. I say “able to understand” because though God’s character is the same, It will represent itself differently to each one of us, depending on not only where we are at in our lives, but how we’ve been raised.

I do know, through my work with angels, that God meets us where we are at — not the other way around.

It is ego that demands that others meet us where we are at. God has no ego at all. An ego is a reflection of ourselves that is dependent upon on the actions, words, or deeds of others. Since God is not dependent on our acknowledgment or understanding of It – then ego has no place in the character of God.

The fact is, one does not require any additional spiritual aptitudes to “see God”, as the entity, or energy that we call God is present all around us, everyday. If you’ve seen the spark of one’s smiling eyes – you’ve seen God. If you’ve been stopped in your tracks by a gorgeous sunset – you’ve seen God. If you’ve ever burst into tears due to being in the presence of someone who has moved your heart to the point of bursting with love – you’ve seen God. If you’ve ever had food that melts in your mouth and causes your eyes to roll back in your head – you’ve experienced God. If you’ve ever smelled a fresh rose while it was still growing from the stalk, or inhaled high mountain pine trees – you’ve experienced God. If you’ve ever forgiven someone who has greatly wronged you – you have become the heart of God.

God is often difficult to comprehend for us, as It is a singluar consciousness yet an all-encompassing force, the fabric of all things, with a distinct personality that differs in delivery for every person alive. Imagine if you had the ability to instantaneously know exactly how to represent yourself to every human being walking the earth. Now, imagine that such a phenomenal ability makes absolutely no difference to you – because you are already one with every single person walking the earth. In fact, you’d consider this “ability” as simply “your existence”.

God is hardly impressed by It’s own design.

I say “It” not out of disrespect to an amazing Parent Creator, of whom I’m only able to glean tiny pieces based upon my own understanding of the Universe, but out of acknowledgement that wow – this entity, this consciousness, is WAY past having a gender. God was “the Father” when the administrators of God’s identity were Patriarchal. God was “the Mother” when the administrators of God’s identity related the ability to give birth to giving life, ergo – Matriarchal. God was “Great Spirit” when the administrators of God’s identity had no social attachment to whether or not one gender was greater than another in the balance of life. Again, we personify God to give ourselves a reference point for deference when referring to God.

God doesn’t need to “Godify” us to understand us – because we are already part of what God is. We just don’t realize it, and God does. The fact is – in my years of experience in identifying energy signatures (which is the same aptitude I use when working with law enforcement on cold cases) there is no other energy signature that I have encountered, in this Universe or any other parallel to ours, that shares the exact same attributes as God.

God is a one-off.

Though many items, including people, in this third dimension (as well as in many other dimensions) have “God’s fingerprint” all over their design, including angels – that is a far cry from finding another “god” out there. Just because I can identify the energy behind a missing person’s handprint doesn’t mean they are there in the room.

We are not separate from our Parent Creator. We never have been. It is a crafted lie of the Darkness that has attempted to convince us over the eons that we must stand and shout to the sky toward a distant and punishing entity who remains deaf to our cries for help, disgusted by our iniquities, and numb to our pain. That is not God. Again, that is humanity’s personification of an abusive parent god. Our Parent Creator simply would never experience that type of response to Humankind – but another human certainly would. Especially one who is attempting to control humanity through fear by creating the mythology of an all-powerful vengeful entity who will toss us on the “disqualified” pile for – yep, you guessed it – being human. GOD isn’t that petty, but PEOPLE certainly are.

The wrong doctrine that “we are not worthy to participate with our Parent Creator due to our humanity” is, in effect, in direct opposition with Spiritual Physics Golden Rule of Like Attracts Like. Ergo, if God created Humankind, and God is all things, then God would not be repelled by our negative “flaws”, as those flaws are part of God’s design, which is perfect in it’s balance.

God is all about cause and effect. And God has the time to watch the pendulum swing from one side to the other, while balance is restored. To God, the “act of achieving balance naturally” appears to be the most important aspect of holding all of this mayhem together. Since God doesn’t have an expiration date, God can “wait”, or more accurately, continue to exist in the moment indefinitely while all of this “balancing” is occurring.

What may seem like great injustice to we who are hanging out down here on this spinning rock called Earth for a mere blink of 80 years or so – about half the lifespan of a sea turtle and about one tenth the lifespan of a Saguaro cactus — that same injustice is simply part of God’s plan to create justice, which may, in its perfection, take 300 years to complete. In this “leveling process”, it’s been my observation that many, many more lessons and progressive movements forward are made by Humanity than when the pendulum is either at the far side of chaos, or rocked back into the deep end of contentment.

Learning patience in how the balance is restored is part of the lesson that humanity is experiencing right now, in this extreme transition known as the “2012 phenomenon”.

The human preoccupation with whether or not God is real has always fascinated me. God, just like air, is a moving, visceral thing that though breathed in everyday, remains widely unnoticed until something erupts into it, giving it color. For instance, every picnicking couple lives a clear day. The very thing that this couple is celebrating, the clear day, is nothing but endless, unencumbered air. Yet oddly, it is not the clear air that receives the praise for the glorious weather, but the visible sun. If the clear day is interrupted by a forest fire, whose smoke then hangs in the air, our attention is suddenly drawn to the fact that my goodness – the sky is huge, as it’s filled up with high-plooming clouds.

Humanity needs a reference for which to experience God, because God in God’s native format is all things at once. Understanding this concept is a little bit out of humanity’s wheelhouse, and the concept of God then becomes too vast, and too vague, for each one of us to get our brains around. We are spiritual beings hyper-connected to one another through the Spiritual Fabric that weaves together all living matter, yet we are having a singular physical experience, so the “we are all one but separate” concept is both real – and confusing – to Human Beings. As such, our learned realm of understanding is developed by what we can see, hear, taste, touch – what we can experience on a physical level, because plain and simple – it’s easier. Since God is both physical and spiritual, we tend to associate God with physical markers that evoke an emotional response – a crucifix, ocean waves crashing, doves flying overhead, or a moonrise.

Human Beings are “signs and wonders” junkies, feeling our way through life no different than a catfish dragging it’s whiskers across the murky muddy bottom of the Swanee River. Like the catfish, we tend to only “see” what we can “feel” right in front of us, and the rest is out of our realm of eyesight because our environment is clouded with the murk of Darkness. And make no mistake — Darkness knows how to snare us in this environment.

Just like “catfish Noodlers”, the fearless fellas who submerge themselves in the pitch black waters of the Louisiana swamps and stick their hands in the grinding mouths of giant catfish in order snatch them up out of the water by the gills – Darkness has no problem reaching straight into our spirit and trying to grab us, to drag us further down into the mud. Like the Noodler, Darkness expects to get it’s hand bit a little. It’s part of the job. But like the Noodler, Darkness decides it’s well worth it if the prey snagged will feed a village.

One way that Darkness keeps us pinned by the gills is to whisper in the ears of the fearful that there is only ONE way in which God is represented. This is a very touchy subject for many, especially those raised in an incredibly religious household. There is no difference in the vitriol of the Zealous Evangelical Christian, the Zealous Radical Muslim, and the Zealous Atheist, though all would be highly offended by that statement. (We do tend to loathe in others the tendencies we often loathe in ourselves.)

Atheists are interesting, in that to me, they have much more in common with the Religious Right, which also subscribes to a black and white “it is or it isn’t” belief system — like “all science is Voo Doo” and “dinosaurs are a government conspiracy”. The Atheistic act of claiming that there cannot exist in the Universe any intelligent energetic force greater than ourselves that would affect us is, to me, much too limiting, when we, as a species, aren’t even sure what’s exactly at the bottom of our oceans — let alone different dimensions. It is one thing to claim that one does not subscribe to any organized religion, or any preconceived notion of a god made in our own image. But to simply claim there IS NO GOD, especially when science is thrown under the bus as the “underwriter” of that opinion – contradicts itself wildly, as Quantum Physics breaks matter down to an energetic level that often can’t be explained. Plus, often times the zealous Atheist argument tends to read as someone with a personal ax to grind, as those people have often been harmed emotionally in the name of God, by some dictatorial jerk who claims to work for God. Let’s face it — if I was punched in the face repeated times by someone wearing a New York Yankees shirt, who claimed to be a hardcore fan – I’d probably hate the Yankees, too.

But let’s not all throw the baby out with the bathwater. Grey area, people – grey area. Religion and God have nothing to do with one another, except Religion decided to franchise the concept of God, without paying any licensing fees. Nice.

Conversely, to go the opposite route, the route of Religious Zealots who attempt to own a singular denominational copyright on the identity of God, is — simply put – ludicrous. It’s even more ludicrous to suggest that the fullness of the identity of this one-off entity known as God could be captured in only ONE book told through the experience of only ONE culture in only ONE part of the world. I say this from the perspective of someone who, even in my limited understanding of God, can identify countless energy strains and signatures within God that are so vastly different, and so enormous, that one book simply couldn’t hold it all.

Sheesh, even J.K. Rowling wrote more than one Harry Potter book.

Again, seeing as that we Human Beings are “signs and wonders” junkies, having a religious book to outline the partial character of God, at least in respect to Humanity, through the re-telling of tribal histories, allegories, fables and parables, seems to be a winning combination from religion to religion. From the Christian Bible to Islam’s Quran to the Book of Mormon to the Jewish Tanakh to the Hindu Bhagavad Gita and even to The Tao, God is represented and re-represented over and over again, in different ways, to appeal to the different cultures who wrote the text. Yet miraculously, though all of these texts were penned by Human Beings – God is always saying the same thing, imparting the same lessons, from culture to culture. If there was ever any confusion about whether or not God somehow had a hand in writing any of these religious texts – therein lies a compelling argument: The exact same concepts being represented over and over again, yet in different languages, different histories, different geographical areas, different cultures – and even different epochs.

Darkness wishes Humanity to fight over which version of God is “correct”. As long as we are fighting, this astounding fact that so many versions of “God’s Word” state the exact same lessons, even though so many cultural, moral, and historical timeline differences exist between the many religious texts — goes unnoticed. However, this rather uncanny fact should be enough to stop Humanity in our tracks to evaluate this most ponderous set of written “evidence”, enough to put down our verbal and literal weapons to agree: Maybe this entity is real?

And maybe It understands us better than we understand ourselves?

And maybe in It’s infinite wisdom, It realized that It needed more than one visual aid, and written modality, to unify the whole world?

And maybe, the minute we, as a species, truly accept that one nation or the other doesn’t need to own the proprietary rights to God – we would be able to feel God, in the connectedness we’d feel for one another?

And maybe, in fully relaxing into this connectedness – we’d truly see God, for the first time?

Now there’s a thought.

However, to give up the power that any one person, or any one nation, is able to wield over a population by dividing the masses on “God’s word”, means that the masses must no longer respond to the hollow misrepresentations of God. And as long as there are people who operate under a limitation consciousness, there will be room for Darkness to exploit this blatant Entity Identity Theft on behalf of religions everywhere.

Yes, there are Spiritual Physics to dealing with Light and Dark. When I’ve encountered demonic entities, they don’t turn tail and run when I state “In the name of Buddha.” They do, however, scatter like angry cockroaches under a resentful spotlight if I evoke the name of Jesus. This could be that I was raised in a Christian household, and as such, put great weight and energy into my belief of the power of Jesus over Darkness. However, just as God has an identifiable energy that is all It’s own – I’ve noticed that so does Jesus – and it’s a pretty BIG energy. Not to say that there aren’t other very big energies out there, but Jesus is my “go to” for many situations in life. So as much as I’d like to ruminate on the thought that my sheer BELIEF is enough to chase away the demons – I think the fact that I am towing the big Jesus energy behind me is probably what is spooking the roaches under the sink. That, and they are particularly uncomfortable with Michael the Arc Angel, and he appears to pop in during demonic clean-ups.

However, I have used Buddhist centering techniques to keep myself calm in the face of demonic entities, and it greatly reduces the effect that the demonic entities have had on me, or the environment. Calm is calm, and chaos is chaos, and one does not beget the other. But this isn’t a dissertation on which version of God is the most powerful. It’s an observation on how the God energy is understood by Humanity, and translated into a spiritual defense against Darkness.

All guns can kill, but not all are fired the same way.

God is real. However, God is not the “white haired guy on a cloud” that we have fashioned after King James. Jesus also didn’t have blonde hair and blue eyes. But the good news is that according to what I’ve witnessed in working with these angels, God could care less how we paint God, because every version of God that we can create to mirror ourselves – has already been accounted for by God, because for God – we ARE part of the body of God, ergo, all of our versions of God are part of God as well. Give free will and infinite creativity to Humanity and watch Humanity create a thousand versions of God. According to God’s law of Like Attracts Like, that’s all cause and effect – and the system is working perfectly.

C.S. Lewis captured this ideal so eloquently in one of his Narnia books, where the main characters were in Narnia (heaven adjacent) and saw one of the followers of Tash (Satan adjacent) wandering around the green paradise pastures. One of the characters became incredibly upset that this Tash-worshipper wasn’t doomed to the underworld, but was instead relaxing in Narnia, and mentioned it to the Great Aslan (Jesus adjacent). Aslan’s response was to calm down the zealous and upset character by mentioning that the man in question was welcome to be in Narnia because he had been worshipping ASLAN the whole time, even though the man called him TASH. The implication was that God knows our heart, and what we “call” God is inconsequential.

When you feel love, you feel God. When you feel compassion for someone you’ve never met, you are feeling God. When you create something from scratch, whether it’s a great pie or a song or an oil-painted masterpiece, you are manifesting a miracle out of thin air – loaves and fishes – and you are one with God’s process of creation. Our ability to create anything or any situation, Good or Bad, is part of our spiritual genetics. We are miracle makers on two legs, yet we believe ourselves to be victims of a tyrannical system, because we have bought into the belief system of personal limitation that has been presented as an option to Humanity, by Darkness. You don’t need to fear that God doesn’t hear you, because it is impossible for God not to hear you, as we are all part of the body of God, and part of each other. Sometimes, it may take a moment for God to get to your petitions – your prayers – not because God is “too busy”, but because each prayer has attached to it an infinite number of cause-and-effect issues that, when the prayer is answered, will then affect the three-dimensional environment in which the prayer is manifested, creating a “butterfly effect” that must immediately be addressed, somewhere else, in a beautiful way. God never breaks God’s own rules, and the biggest rule is: There must be balance in all things.

So be patient, and realize that God is not some mystical thing that is out of your reach. God is love, and we are all part of the God, and therefore, we are love, which is why we panic and hurt so badly when we feel as though love is not within our grasp. It is as though we are losing our very essence, and in many ways, that is true. We cannot be without love, for ourselves and for others.

God is within you, and outside of you, and in your kind actions, and in the beauty of the sunset and sunrise, and in the delight of a hot chocolate cake. God is joy and free will and creation and tempered wisdom in choice making. God is waves of peace during times of chaos and that “knowingness” that it’s all going to be okay, even though the roof is falling in. We may not always experience God, or feel God with us, but that’s not because God doesn’t care about us, or has abandoned us. We are the body of God, and to abandon us would be like sawing off our own right arm and leaving it on the floor in the middle of the room. When we feel that God is not with us, it’s because our focus is on our pain at the time, on the immediacy of whatever is wounding us, rather than relaxing into “the whole” around us, to re-connect with that ever-present energetic current that flows around all things — often knowns as “The Holy Spirit” — the same current that, if we pay attention, directs us around obstacles. This myopic response to discomfort is part of what makes us Human.

God doesn’t become offended when we are too caught up in any number of dramas in our life to take the time to experience the peace that we have within us – to be offended would infer that God feels as though It is not the focus of our lives, and in fact, God can’t NOT be the focus, because God is all things. As such, God hangs back while we explore how deeply we hurt, though I’m certain God would rather us be not hurting – not because God fears for our hearts, but because the act of remaining in pain doesn’t serve us after awhile. Again, we are out of balance, and God seeks balance for us, in all things. It is in this balance that we are free to experience God, and God loves nothing more than to commune with us at our own pace. What parent isn’t the biggest fan of their own children?

If anyone tells you that God will not love you, for one reason or another – they are lying to you out of their own self-loathing.

If anyone tells you that you are not good enough to be in God’s presence – they are lying to you, out of their own feelings of being lesser than another.

If anyone tells you that there is only ONE true religion – they are lying to you, out of their own fear that they would make a wrong choice.

If anyone tells you that there is no God – they are lying to you, out of their pain of having been abandoned by people who they have trusted.

If anyone claims to oppress or kill for God – they are lying to themselves.

People lie to themselves all the time about God, because to accept the idea of what God truly is – not the checklist-heavy petty middle-management figure in the Bible, but what God TRULY is — means to accept that they, too – are worthy of love. And regrettably, most people have been programmed that they are a terrible person, and need to remain a terrible person, in order to be a humble servant of God. However, God does not want us to serve “It”, as much as God sees the wisdom in us serving the system of goodness, respect, dignity and kindness to one another, and since God is the system, it is probably easier for people to simply boil that all down to “serving God.” And, to “serve God” means to serve the greatest good, as God IS the greatest good, period. When we take selfish action against another, it creates an imbalance in the flow, and that imbalance must be righted with an apology, or with making restitution somehow. As Humans, we tend to have knee-jerk reactions based on fear that require a little clean-up in aisle nine, and it’s in our best interest to simply accept this fact, to be patient with one another through these times, and heck – maybe even offer to bring our own mop and bucket to the clean-up, even if we didn’t make the mess.

The bottom line is that no matter how much a part of God we are – we are not God. We are able to snap away glimpses of the enormous character and complexity of God, and we are able to smell and touch tiny parts of God on occasion, like when cuddling a newborn baby whose spirit has yet to be defined and molded by this limitation-heavy third dimension. We are not responsible to know it all, or to be perfect, yet we are responsible to be accountable for our own actions. Nowhere in any religious text does it state that each one of us can act like an unruly douche bag to one another, with no repercussion – simply because God loves us. Sure, God will love us, no matter how we choose to behave. Again, God doesn’t possess the “petty” gene. But, we can’t say the same for the neighbor that we’ve dramatically wronged.

The act of forgiveness is not about granting absolution to another who has wronged us. Frankly, “absolution” is completely out of our jurisdiction, as Human Beings. That’s an issue of spiritual alchemy that happens between an individual and God Itself. The act of forgiveness is all about freeing ourselves from the energy that has been thrust upon us, as not to become the energy that has been thrust upon us. In other words, if I am mugged, and I do not process and release the feelings of fear and anger that I now feel – that not only have been drummed up in me, but have been transferred to me from the mugger, who felt fearful and angry enough to mug me – then I am, in essence, no longer who I am, but a walking shrine to the energetic state of the crime. Forgiving the mugger does not mean forgetting it happened. We must always remember what happens, as our journey through that difficulty later defines who we choose to be in this world. Forgiving means “letting go of” our participation with the identity of the energy left behind in our spirit, so that we do not “become” the incident in our everyday life, but instead learn about who we really are in our transcendence of the pain. Bad things happen to good people. That’s being part of the chaotic third dimension. But out of bad events, good people become even better. And that’s another sign that God is with us, even in our darkest moments.

God does not exist simply to be our conscience, the moral judge and jury. In fact, the act of Humanity turning God in to the Universal Police is a little… juvenile, and really, we’d be better suited simply to hire a security company to tell us when we’ve stepped over the line. God is so much greater than we allow It to be in our everyday lives – It’s the greatest artist I know, and the most well-thought-out scientist, and the most fascinating decorator, the best doctor, the most compassionate neighbor, and one heck of a comic. God is all things Unity. We are not on the end of God’s “wrath”. God isn’t spiteful enough to have wrath – “spite” is human — though Darkness, through the law of cause and effect, has a LOT of smack-down coming for it, when the pendulum finally swings away from chaos. God even has the courtesy, in God’s cause-and-effect consciousness, to warn Darkness that the consequence of it’s actions will result in it’s eventual demise. But, in its design – Darkness ignored the obvious and continues to create chaos. And Darkness is simply fulfilling its function in creating balance. Sometime I’ll blog about my experience in tracking down how “Darkness” came to be born.

But not today.

Here is to our Parent Creator God – the only thing in the Universe more misunderstood than Johnny Depp. May God – the actual all-encompassing entity known as God, not one of the many gods we’ve created in our own Human image to use as a bludgeoning tool – may God truly bless you today. In fact, you can’t help but be blessed, as part of the body of God. We are all part of the fabric of God. Just make sure to allow the blessing. Since we do have free will, and we are allowed to deny any good feelings we wish. We are, indeed, allowed to be our own wet blanket if we so choose. However, don’t let the off-track messengers — those scary TV evangelists, or hateful politicians — dupe you into not participating with your spiritual heritage of love. Think of God more like Johnny Depp — I bet if Captain Jack Sparrow were delivering you good tidings –you’d probably smile, and say thank you.

So here is to our Parent Creator God – and Pirates. Two entities both blamed for countless deaths, yet both represented onscreen by Charlton Heston.

And people say God doesn’t have a sense of humor.

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Down The Rabbit Hole: Welcome to Why it’s ALL So Weird

Posted on October 26, 2011 by danielleegnew

Many people as of late have reported feeling off kilter, as though their world around them has been tipped on its ear, with absolutely no ability to right itself. This tipping phenomenon appears to be a rather large consensus among many people throughout the United States and abroad. I’ve heard from people as far as Australia who all report the same thing – that life has simply grown to be too…weird.

From dying dictators to Occupy Wall Street to bizarre tar sands to revolving wars to social media-driven societies, it does seem that our handy-dandy three-dimensional reality has really gone a little “X-Files” these days, sans pensive ol’ Fox Mulder and that wily and tormented Dana Scully. Perhaps it would be more palatable if Scully and Mulder were indeed blazing a trail to understanding what the heck was going on. However, in a pinch – I guess someone like me will have to do, though I’m a pretty crummy replacement
for Special Agent Dana Scully. And I really don’t look nearly as snappy in a navy
trench coat.

Yet I digress.

I’ve heard people describe current life in the United States as being “lost in the Twilight Zone”, “being part of a bad movie”, and even “sleep walking” through the day, as if the world around us is melting into a crazed version of The Matrix. I can’t say that I disagree with the Matrix philosophy, being as that according to countless Native American tribes, we are all “dreaming” this existence, but for the sake of a much less 1970’s approach
to this discussion – it’s time we address the white elephant in the room. Move
over, Jefferson Starship – we’re going down the rabbit hole.

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I welcome you to the “middle phase” of the seven year spiritual transition we began in 2008, the phase affectionately known as: The Wobble.

I’m going to break this down in terms of Spiritual Physics, so that once and for all, this idea that “we’re all going crazy” can be put to rest. No one is losing their minds. We are all observing the changes that are going on around us, and the changes are exponentially so diverse that we, as a societal consciousness, simply do not have time we once would have taken to ingest the changes and assimilate them into a palatable “group think” understanding. Basically, changes are coming on too quickly for we humans to become comfortable with, and that’s all part of the intentional disorientation of The Wobble.

What’s The Wobble, you may be asking, and who would intentionally create an atmosphere that feels this icky, and moreover — why? Well, let’s first address the wobble itself.

Think of a top that’s been spun on a table. The top, upon the flick of the thumb and the forefinger, begins to spin in a tight trajectory, making large circles. In 2008, our third dimension was “spun” by two opposing forces – Light and Dark – who had been weighing so heavily upon one another that finally, the bond between the two “snapped”, and we, in our third dimension, went shooting out from between these two forces, spinning
wildly.

While the top is in high spin mode, everything is chaotic, but in the same orbital path, traveling while spinning in big ovals over and over again: 2008, the housing market collapses, the banks collapse, the economy collapses, it’s all collapsing – but it’s doing so in a very controlled fashion, like dominos falling. The velocity of the spin is out of control, but the trajectory of the spin is predictable. By the end of 2008, no one was shocked that the economy had slowed to a dead halt because it had been progressively seizing up. Though we were spinning out of control, we knew which direction it was spinning.

As a top begins to slow down, it starts to wobble, and the wobble changes the top’s trajectory. Once traveling in predictable ovals, the top begins to zig-zag across the table as the wobble of the spin takes effect: In 2011, the crumbling economy is no longer the focus of the chaos. The top has now slowed down enough for all of us to notice that the United States Government has been locked up with in-fighting while the American middle class
is well on its way to the extinction list, next to the Dodo Bird. The country is no longer in a plummet, but is attempting to stabilize into some sort of survival mode while realizing that soon – the top is going to stop spinning all together. And this is where the anxiety of The Wobble comes in.

There is no greater tension in Spiritual Physics than the tension created by any system that is right on the precipice of expiring. The survival instinct is biological, and is not simply allocated to those of us with two arms and two legs. Spiritual systems will struggle for survival as well. Darkness is in the death throws of a tight hold it’s had on the earth and
its inhabitants for millennia. The desperation created by Darkness, as it realizes that its blind hold over humanity is slipping, is fierce.

Once the top stops spinning and falls to its side – that’s the last of Darkness’ “direct effect” upon this dimension. From that point forward, the shift in human consciousness simply will not allow Darkness to place its thumb against the top again, for another spin. On the other side of this transition, it will be humanity who must work to bring Darkness through
the veil, if it’s going to have any affect on humanity. There will always be Darkness, as long as there is Light. However, humanity’s relationship with Darkness, and our dependence on Darkness as a primary learning tool, will shift to the background as a result of this transition.

So during The Wobble, not only are we humans figuring out that the chaos is still coming at us, yet now in a way (or trajectory) that is no longer predictable, but we have the time to survey the damage made during the high spin. It is in this surveying process that there is great horror to be had. The chaos is zigging one way – Bipartisan secular Occupy Wall Street protests breaking out across the nation to raise consciousness – and zagging another way – congress gridlocked into impotence. Zigging in the direction of homes being foreclosed on while zagging in the direction of The U.S. Government wanting to sue the same banks they bailed out. Zigging from child suicide rates soaring due to people feeling bullied and alone while zagging from a sociological dependence on “the connectedness” of Facebook and Twitter.

While in The Wobble, Darkness is still making its last ditch attempt to create as much destruction as possible. Because remember, we’re still spinning, and so we’re still stuck in the gravitational pull of this transition. If we stay focused on the way that these “problems” appear to continually be tossed in our faces like a batting cage’s mechanical pitcher gone possessed, we will be too caught up in trying to save our nose from being broken, rather than simply sidestepping the pitch and fixing the machine.

Panic is one of Darkness’ most effective disabling drugs.

The next question that begs an answer is — who would create an atmosphere like this in the first place? Well, the answer is tragically simple: We would. Yep, we humans, the same ones crying in our milk about the injustice of it all, created this entire debacle. WHY did we create this heinous spin, you may ask? That answer isn’t quite as simple, but it’s a good
one: To remove a splinter.

See, when the human race was on the playground, many millennia ago, we fell down on the beauty bark, and caught a splinter in our palm. It was one of those really tiny splinters, the kind that you can’t see with the naked eye, but you feel its white-hot sting every time you pet your cat. This splinter, otherwise known as Darkness, has interfered with our
everyday activities every since. Every time we wash the dishes, that microscopic splinter flares up. Every high five, every handshake, every diaper changed, every pat on the back, that splinter sends a stab up our arm, reminding us that though it is invisible, it’s lodged itself into our most utilized limb, and it’s pain is part of our everyday life.

A sliver is eventually doomed to be pushed from the body. As a foreign mass, the sliver will be evicted. The body will eventually eradicate any sliver by sending millions of white blood cells to surround the sliver, first soaking it to soften it, and then to push it toward the surface in a pressure pocket of white blood cells that gave their life to remove the foreign pest.

Much like the white blood cells, the human race is flocking to the point of contact where the sliver of Darkness has entered our Global Spiritual Body. We are throwing ourselves against the sliver to soften it – raising consciousness about world suffering, no longer participating in corporate thievery, exercising social acceptance of those who may differ from us – and we are placing pressure against the sliver to push it from our body. And, just
like the white blood cells, some people are giving their life to become part of the pocket that pushes the sliver to the surface – like the thousands and thousands in Japan, whose Tsunami related deaths have shined a global spotlight on the unsafe practices of Nuclear Power. Systems attached to the sliver – greed, oppression, hubris, denial, secrecy, and tyranny – struggle to maintain control as the sliver is being pushed out of the body: The Free World’s congress is gridlocked even though Egypt’s president steps down.

Nothing is quite as tender, or messy, or nasty, as a pussy sliver being pushed to the surface. It’s even gross to write about.

So here we are, in The Wobble, the top almost ready to tumble to the table, zigging and zagging all over the place, in a situation that we helped author in order to then turn around and help eradicate the very thing that’s attempting to keep us in a tailspin. If we were in a poker game, this would be the part where the guy who was losing all of a sudden decides to
go all-in, just to confuse the table. When it’s your turn, simply call, and pass the hand, until the bet returns to the all-in guy, and he has to show his cards. Wait it out – because he’s bluffing.

Don’t be caught up in the nauseating wobble of the top right now. The most important thing to remember is that every top must stop spinning eventually. This top is going to continue to wobble through 2012, and even become more unstable and wobbly through 2013, until around 2015-2015 is makes it’s last spin out, and flops quietly to the side. Instead of focusing on Darkness’ distraction of the head-spinning inertia, look at yourself as part of an active immune system belonging to the Global Spiritual Body, alive and well
in this pivotal transitional time to help eradicate the sliver, alongside millions of other members of the Army of Light, whose strength is in intention and numbers. Think about yourself being in a level of a video game — the less we buy into the fear of the number of changes that appear to be fired at our faces everyday, the more we are able to actually
navigate around the changes, and we’ll get to the next level.

AND – the more we stick together, as one global healing body – the quicker the sliver will be removed.

So rest easy. You’re not crazy, and neither am I. These are some pretty wacky times to be living in, and though world trauma is cyclical, this is the first time that the human race has ever had to be aware of, and deal with, so many crisis points at one time. To say that we’ve “been through it before” is just inaccurate. It’s more accurate to say that previous civilizations have dealt with events that threatened their civilization. But never before has
human kind had to deal with not only physical threats against our environment, but economical, social, and spiritual changes that will alter the global, not just the regional or societal, perspective. The planet has become conquerable by the click of a mouse. A transition of this magnitude is a first for the human race. How we do with it is up to us, and right now, we’re writing some incredible history, everyday.

In the meantime — don’t let Darkness bluff you out of your jackpot.

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Money Energy: ‘What’s Going to Happen?’ Vs. What YOU Make Happen

Posted on September 28, 2011 by danielleegnew

As times are getting a little more – shoot, shall we say, “dicey”, in the world – there appear to be more calls than ever to my Spiritual Practice office by good people who are very scared, in need of “Predictive Sessions”. Of course, I am a Clairvoyant, and as such, my job is to look up the Intra-dimensional Periscope into that Universe known as “probability” and report back on the most probable actions to come.

I say “most probable actions”, because this is a free will environment, and everything – and I mean absolutely *everything* — is dependent upon, well – absolutely everything else. That’s an awful lot of chaos to decode, and to responsibly identify, in order to properly disseminate the information to a client. Anyone can be born with these spiritual gifts, but the ability to deliver the information with any sense of clarity takes years of practice, and some pretty whopping communication skills. Naturally, I do the very best I can to hit the mark every time, in regard to “passing the notes” accurately. Because let’s face it – who wants to visit with a sucky Psychic?

My job ends with reporting the information I am given to see. I say “given” to see, because simply because I CAN see ahead, doesn’t mean that it’s in the highest interest for the client, and thusly – even my view will be waylaid, if it will cause the client to stumble. I deal primarily with angelic entities, whom amongst other things, hold the job description of passing along information for the client’s highest growth journey. If this journey involves the client struggling a bit to overcome an obstacle, in order to find the confidence on the other end that allows them to take a huge swing at life on their next project, then the energies would dictate that interrupting that journey with a “quick cheat” is not in the best interest of the individual. Angelic entities very much subscribe to the “give a person a pizza and he eats for a day, but teach a person to farm and they will feed themselves, and a village, for a lifetime” philosophy.

The Universe’s job is to make sure that we are trained up, in the most efficient way possible, for anything that may befall us in life. Think of The Universe like a Spiritual Jillian Michaels, but without the scary highlights. People like myself, who are here to help others along on their respective journeys, can only help within the parameters we are given. For me, it’s decoding, and passing along messages.

The rest, my dear Watson – is up to the individual.

As times have heated up here on Planet Earth, with a plummeting economy and a general world money system that is about to change, panicked people everywhere are seeking immediate “answers” about what is currently happening. By the way – sideline — according to the “future ticker”, we are going to a world oil standard to secure our national treasury and equalize out-of-control world currency margins and trading inequities, though we will still recognize a localized “gold” standard for a new banking and loaning application with the USA. (Oil – really?? THAT old dying fossil fuel? Who’d a thunk? But I digress.) People are afraid, because the top has spun off the table. And people want to call the Psychic to hear “when” things are going to be better.

I take great honor and pride in being able to assist people through their fear. People have a difficult time making rational decisions when they are busy digging a bunker in their back yards and hoarding dried beans. Yet I’m only 50% of the equation. A proper Clairvoyant is not only an interpreter, but a Weather Man. We look into the ethers, decode the tangle of chaotic probabilities that lead from the future to this very moment in time, report back the path of those probabilities, and then give a general “forecast” for the spiritual ethers. Stormy, smooth sailing, rainy with a chance of fog – but all it is, is a forecast. It’s up to the client to buy an umbrella, or get drenched.

I will be one of the very few people in my field to bite the bullet go on record with this statement: Reading on the to-the-date predictive “outcomes” of financial turmoil in the next two years will be difficult. The reason for this difficultly is that money is an energy, not an outcome — period. To accurately “predictively read” on anyone’s financial issues, one must read on the individual’s consciousness around money, the probability of their current issues interfering with their proactive actions toward the gathering and / or receiving of money, as well as reading on the actual “characteristic” of the current money energy — and then comb through all energies listed above to find a common intersect point, in time, if any – reporting back a “time frame” to the client, when things will change.

Yeah. In a good economy, it’s involved.

I’m not saying it’s impossible to predictively read on money issues. But I am saying it will be much more difficult to pinpoint timing with white-hot accuracy while the global money situation goes through the ringer, because we, as a society, decide what money is worth, everyday. So there is no “constant” point on the timeline, to backtrack from in the future. It’s like reading the flow of blood – I can “see” an oxygen particle in the blood stream and track it through the heart – but ask me one minute later, and I will see the same particle in the brain. “Money” is nothing more than an agreed-upon concept, a moving, breathing energetic energy that changes location and direction with the fears and the needs of billions of people. Those fears and needs are based on free will. And when free will is part of the equation – all bets on “predictive timing” are OFF, people.

This is life. Not a level in a video game whose cheats can be downloaded by your friendly neighborhood Psychic. (Sorry to report.)

People are afraid, and running out of what they perceive as financial options. There’s a reason for this: Our money system is changing. (If you’re still unclear on what that means, refer back to that whole section talking about financial energy – or, as I like to call it, “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride”.) The way we do business is changing. It’s all changing. That’s why the “old way of doing business” is coming up against brick walls and leaving people feeling like every option is closed to them. The old options are being phased out.

The good news is – the new options are being phased in. And they allow for A LOT more people to partake in, and to share, the global money energy. Thanks to a change in consciousness that will literally be forced by a gridlocked world economy, the “identity” of money is about to be transformed forever, and those who remain calm will be right in line with the new money energy. But that’s a blog for another day, as it doesn’t really have to do with how, right now, folks can cope with the changes afoot. This is confusing enough in the present.

I’ve been asked more times in the past six months the question “What DATE do you see my financial situation getting better?” than in the entire ten years I’ve had my Psychic Shingle hung up above the door. When people get afraid, they want to know OUTCOME, so they can calm down. The difficulty is that this need, to know the outcome, is a fear-based knee-jerk response, and is not supported by The Universe. When people fear, the Universe sends instructions on how NOT to fear, because that is what the Universe does – it seeks to strike balance. A journey through fear begets a journey out of fear. Problem is, humanity, and our downloadable-App-mentality, wants the solace of instantly knowing we will “be okay”, before taking action to provide outcomes that will strengthen our situation, allowing us to then get the “feel goods” that it really will be okay.

Which leads me to the ultimate point of this blog: Action.

What I am blessed to have at my fingertips, as a Clairvoyant, is a hard line to endless lists of instructions, game plans, and strategies for how to get “things” back on track, individually, from person to person – thanks of course to the angelic entities that walk with my clients. I can pass along game plan after game plan, recommended by a client’s own angels, that maximize the client’s gifts and strengths to maximize the timeline of their current situation.

The catch is – the client must take action on the plan. Otherwise, it’s just sitting there, in outer space, orbiting around the client’s life like a million other fantastic – yet unexecuted – life-changing ideas. Many of these “game plans” involve patience, and timing, and faith, and action – all things that human beings throw right out the window when they hit the panic button. When humans are terrified, we experience a fight or flight instinct. We become either Godzilla or a deer in the headlights. You don’t see many deer working through grand life-changing plans in the seven seconds between the rest of their life – and the Mack Truck that makes them a hood ornament.

However, if we can calm our mind down long enough to listen to what these angelic hosts are passing along – there are some dang great ideas. Life changing plans, that can easily be put into swing with what the client has on hand, that once instigated, set off a chain reaction of soul-growing events that end up being 100 times more poignant and more powerful than simply knowing the calendar date when the money is hitting the bank account. Yet if any one of us refuses to take action with the information we’ve been given, then, well – The Universe is off the hook, and we’ve got no one to blame but ourselves, in the continued stagnation of our forward progress.

The Universe is also not responsible to keep us calm. This tends to cause a lot of resentment in humanity, who not only wants all the answers yesterday, but an emotional and spiritual pacifier to make use feel better while having it all. Yup, humanity – the trust fund babies of the Cosmos. (It’s no wonder that occasionally, some of our Galactic OffWorld relatives roll their eyes with malaise at our general idea of “suffering”. But again – that’s another blog.) It is our job to work through the issues that would continue to push our “panic” buttons. It is in working through these issues that we grow. Sometimes we need help, and this is what “phoning a friend” is for. We often times need feedback to stop our mind from spinning into the worst case scenario, and that’s fair.

It is of course a wonderful part of my job to be able to provide comfort to people, in viewing forward their highest probabilities of the success they will bring to their lives by the action they, themselves, will take. I will always note in the reading, however, that if the client decides not to take action on any given plan, any aforementioned potential result tied to that plan is then off the table. I always say: I can report to a client that they’ll win the lottery. Yet if that client doesn’t buy a ticket — so much for the winning outcome.

Nothing in this third dimensional universe is “destined”, though there are best courses of action to take – the most optimized paths of least resistance. Luckily, The Creator is on our side – It will continue to serve up opportunity after opportunity to try and get our feet on that maximized path. Yet it violates The Creator’s own laws if that same Creator then forces us into a “destiny”. The idea of destiny is better explained as the most optimized course of action that would be best supported by all of our gifts and abilities, for the maximum fulfillment of our heart, mind, body and spirit.

SO – when just a few of the spiritual mechanics are lined out, one can see how, in any Psychic session, asking for a “hard predictive date” – especially on finances — is counter-productive to the overall use of one’s visit. I can surely tell anyone it’s going to be okay as long as ultimately, it is. A client’s angelic hosts can even provide the game-plan to bring that “okay” into fruition. Yet it is up to us to provide the elbow work and the patience to allow the plan that WE put into action – to work.

There is no Psychic or Clairvoyant or Medium alive that can tell any other one person whether or not they will choose to follow through on something they start, from remedying financial woes to remedying communication in one’s love life.

I regret to inform all of humanity: Your free will is WAY above our pay grade.

Remaining in an upset that financial changes aren’t coming in fast enough is antithetical to solving the problem. Working toward a solution, everyday, is not. And certainly, if one is hurting financially, the last thing one needs to do is spend X amount of dollars on a Psychic reading — just to burn up the whole reading panicking about dates and times that can never be fulfilled because “the plan” that would fulfill them isn’t allowed to be delivered, and therefore, cannot be put into action to fulfill any hard dates and times.

It’s a fascinating observation in space-time manipulation – the “Butterfly Effect” at work, in our own lives.

Allow The Universe to help you by providing you with a prescription for financial remedy, and believe in yourself to fill it. YOU bring the changes into your life that will ultimately benefit your highest good, not the miraculous Wells Fargo Wagon full of cash, or the Magic Visa card, dumping a load on your front porch as it whisks by. Although that would be really cool.

There is no situation on this earth that remains constant, suffering, elation, or otherwise – unless we choose it to remain constant. Believe in your ability to rotate through these financial shifts. Just because changes are taking place, it doesn’t mean we can’t handle them. Of course we can. Just remain committed to taking action with the resources you have at hand. Get creative. The how’s and the why’s are up to The Universe. We can do nothing about third parties issues: Who is hiring, who is not, how our money has already been spent, what businesses are opening and closing. But we can dictate where we allow our mind to wander. There’s a difference between reflecting on past missteps in order to make better strides ahead, and just unwinding into a catastrophizing nightmare.

I’ll give you a hint: The old money energy was wrapped in Victimization. The new money energy is wrapped in Actualization. To remain in “victim” energy re-subscribes, over and over again, to the old, dying system that is on it’s way out. Stepping into “actualization” then aligns our spiritual poles with the incoming money energy, and makes it much easier for the new energy – and the money attached to it – to find us. Remember, in Spiritual Physics – Like Attracts Like.

In plain English: Panic, blame, and entitlement are out. Hard work, enthusiasm, and ingenuity are in. You know all those “great ideas” you’ve been toying with, the ones that seemed so outside of the box that they were practically in a neighboring universe? Now is the time to kick them into high action. The new money energy supports new ideas, new enthusiasm, new elbow grease. And there’s no Psychic alive that can do it for you.

A million dollars starts with just one penny. Now reach into your pocket. I believe you’re carrying seeds to a billion dollar bumper crop.

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