by marykmusic » Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:42 pm
It was right about the same time that Dragon and I got married, that I embarked on CbsWork’s suggested plan to up my psychic awareness. Of course, first I had to spend six months as a vegan. Although Dragon and I are vegetarian, or perhaps more correctly pescatarian (we occasionally eat wild-caught, free-swimming, scaled fish), the idea of giving up my eggs and cheese was not fun. Later, after realizing I was the only one on Stuart’s forum who decided to try the program, I believe it may have been a sort of test of determination, really. And had I been a meat-eater, it would have changed my body chemistry and frequency quite a bit more.
I missed my butter-slathered home-made muffins the most. And ice cream.
But I did it. For the required six months. Then (it was winter by then) I took up the second part of the instructions, to meditate each morning at sunrise and finish by toning three notes as the sun came up.
Meanwhile, Lorae had spent a lot more time at our house, after her “20,000 Miles of Orgonite” summer. She was the one who got Dragon and I both really started on not only remote viewing, but with the whole idea of working with our minds. He and Lorae worked on that while she and I worked on not only my remote viewing, but started doing “sessions.” These were a bit like channeling, but not where I left my body. It was a clairaudio thing for me; I simply repeated what I heard. Later, we called it “tuning into the Universal Mind.”
Here’s how I explain that.
Where, exactly, is your mind? Is it in your head? Your heart? A combination thereof? If it is in your head, can it be found by CATscan or autopsy? I don’t think so.
To me, the Universal Mind is like a vast ocean of consciousness. Each of us is like a person on the shore; we dip our toes in that consciousness and it creates in us an awareness that we are thinking, feeling individuals. But few of us are aware that there are many others with their toes in the same ocean. To most, we are each seemingly alone on the beach.
But some of us create ripples, which go out from us and are picked up by someone else noticing something that didn’t originate within her own little toe-hold on the Sea of Consciousness. This may be considered clairvoyance, or clairaudience, or may be interpreted as “the voice of God.” Or the devil. Each version of interpretation is highly individualized.
In my society, there was no room for anything paranormal while I was growing up, although if I wanted to be an anthropologist and study the quaint, out-dated notions of others, that was okay. I went with my parents to the Methodist church (nothing mystical here), attended the all white schools of the segregated South, and wore white gloves on special occasions. I also was expected to know the forks so that I wouldn’t embarrass my mother or grandmother in public.
But by myself, I was reading fairy tales and relating to them in some way. I was remembering that when I was really small, I got reprimanded by the adults for talking about not only the fairies I saw, but also for claiming to talk to animals. Candles… that was my entertainment, too. Making the flames move as I commanded, in a totally draft-free room, was quite the pastime. That was when I was around 9 or 10, I guess. And I played piano, mostly when nobody else was home, and danced. A lot. Dvorzhak was a favorite, as well as Rachmaninoff. Lots of Broadway show stuff and Glenn Miller, too. And when I first heard Brubeck’s “Take Five” that was mind-blowing! Started singing in the adult church choir at age 12, coming from a family of singers on my mom’s side.
I was hearing music and poetry in my head all the time. And reading… everything! Finally, by the time I got to high school, I discovered the 133 section (Dewey Decimal system for paranormal.) That’s when I found out that I wasn’t crazy.
On my 18th birthday in 1969, my favorite aunt bought me a deck of Tarot cards. My mom thought it was strange, but I had a friend around the corner who knew stuff, and she encouraged me. The first reading I did was for her, and I’ve always followed her strict advice to “never read for yourself!”
The other thing I got for that birthday was my first horse. My parents were waiting for me to outgrow the desire, but I hadn’t. Another life-changing moment. All day, every day, I was out riding; in the evenings I would read more of those 133 books and do card readings for anyone who asked.
I studied for a long time before getting to the point I found myself, that December of 2003. Meanwhile, we moved into a mobile home out in the desert, within sight of an Indian reservation. It was much less distracting than living in town; our horse was in the back yard instead of across town. We got chickens. I set up a meditation circle in the front yard, added special rocks to the circle, planted a few flowers. I did that 30 days, and rather than a radical change suddenly making itself noticed, discovered that the change had come along gradually. We’d been doing sessions, first with Lorae as I didn’t have the self-confidence to do it by myself yet, then solo after she left. It was about once per week or two.. Dragon would set up the huge old VHS videocamera before each one.
In the last few months we simply do the work without setting up for a formal “session” but there are tapes of 131 of them. I found that I could go into what Dragon calls “a light trance” but I feel like I’m simply tuning in to my particular TV station. Have to be in the right frame of mind, though; no kids clamoring about nor can I be eating… just taking a moment to fully concentrate. Of course, a cup of hot cocoa helps. The Remote Viewing course on DVD we bought by Prudence Calabrese mentioned that. Fred Gunn, in the next town over, thought that was strange (he teaches the subject also), mentioning that any brown food would be “grounding.” Well, I can use some grounding just to make myself concentrate.
Mmmm… chocolate…
Meanwhile, things were jumpin’ on the forum we frequented. Dragon and I were still using Sally Water, and lately, he’d discovered he could use just his finger! But my brother still hated us. He had gone off and started another forum. There was to be a “love-fest” as somebody called it, between him and his wife Carol, and Mark Daveys (who ran Don’s new forum, Etheric Freedom Fighters, I think) who was flying in from England, and Stuart (the owner of the Cloud-busters forum, and CbsWork. The latter had promised me that he could smooth things out between Don and us.
But that was not to be. After the group meeting, Don was apparently angrier than ever and insisted that Stuart kick Dragon and I off the group; CbsWork and I spoke on the phone a few days later.
“Don is really angry about something you did to him when he was five years old,” I was told.
“When Don was five,” I answered, “I was three. What could I possibly have done to him?”
Oh, those MK-Ultra programmers! Their fingers have a long reach.
