Thoughts & Dreams
Where Is My Cat?: A Question from the Spirit World
Mediumship with Paul Jacobs and Mavis Patilla
Studying with Paul Jacobs and Mavis Patella at House of Spirit, Hannover Germany.
Synchronicity in London
Synchronicity has been somewhat absent on this trip until now. However, when it came, it was surprising and very intense. Meagan, a Vancouver friend who I am staying with in London, had forgotten her glasses, so I sat in a London black cab waiting while she retrieved them from the apartment where we have been staying.
I was thinking about 33 Belgrave Sq., which for years had been the headquarters for the Spiritualist Society of Great Britain, and which I intended to visit later in the day. Out of the blue, the cab driver began to speak.
Five sleeps to London.
My friend Meagan and I are behaving a little like two children with just 5 sleeps to Disneyland. Only in this case it's London.
For someone who works in the psychic field,( me, not Meagan) London is a little like Disneyland. Haunted houses, Spiritualist churches and some of the most experienced and talented mediums in the world. Not to mention the amazing occult bookstores and haunted history.
The Blog Block
When I first discovered blogging, a few years ago, I saw a blog post everywhere I looked. I was a joyful blogging dervish, spinning stories from my life and work faster than I could record them. Enjoying the freedom blogging afforded for writing, I felt I had finally found a space, a comfortable space, and a way to write about my work, numerology, cycles, cycle guides, readings, spirit visits, dogs and dog walking, and even the trees and flowers, not to mention the people, of my life.
A Woman with Wings
My friend Dale is the only person I know whose friends and relatives celebrate not only her birthday but also her death day. We usually celebrate by having a nice dinner at her sister Lindsay’s house, and then we bring flowers and candles and mini cauldrons—made from tuna fish cans, Epsom salts and alcohol—down to a bench dedicated to Dale’s memory on the banks of False Creek.
A Happy Death
When I went to convent school as a child, the nuns constantly reminded us to pray to St. Joseph, the patron saint of happy deaths. I didn’t need much encouragement. I thought about death constantly, and as a result, I spent much of my free time praying to St. Joseph.
As an adult, and a lapsed Catholic turned Buddhist, from time to time I wonder what happened to all of those prayers. Do happy death prayers go into some kind of a prayer bank, to be drawn upon at the time of passing? I hope so.
How to React to Synchronicity
Synchronicities seems to occur in groups. It seems the more you notice synchronicities and validate them, the more you are likely to experience them. Often I realize I’m in the middle of what I call a “synchronistic roll.” This sometimes happens at the same time that it’s happening to other people close to me.
When I notice myself in the middle of the synchronistic roll, I feel as if I’m being told that I’m on the right track, and in harmony with the universe.
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