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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

New Boundaries

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Has turning 75 made me more curmudgeonly?

A friend sends me a message saying her locked front door comes open by itself and asking if I can tell her what otherworldly entity might be visiting. 

'Hang on,' I think, 'I get paid to do readings.' She hasn't offered. I feel mildly pissed off and don't immediately respond. Eventually I advise her to check the lock, remind her she can use her Reiki II to communicate with whatever being may be there, and refer her to one of my blog posts about how to clear entities.

She replies that in the meantime she has discovered the lock is faulty. (Didn't race to cancel the request though, I notice.)

Another friend's son is in pain from the extraction of wisdom teeth. She begs me to send him absent Reiki. No polite query, 'Would you have time?' It happens that I've got a very busy day. I tell her I'll try and send 'some quick zaps between running around.' She tells me he is having more out next day, so I'd better manage a few nore zaps. 

'I taught her how to do that!' I think. 'Why is she putting it on me?' Perhaps I've been too willing in the past?

There are friends from whom I am more than happy to accept such requests — because they do the same for me. It's give and take. When it's one-sided ... well, I think I have finally reached my limit.

Friday, November 7, 2014

WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING DEAD?

Recently at dVerse Poets Pub, an online community, we were asked to write from the point of view of a dead man or woman.

My poem was a fantasy which did not draw on my work as a psychic medium, but rather on past selves I've been in this lifetime, welling up from the subconscious.

However some readers asked what I had learned from that work. I struggled to answer succinctly — but then I read someone else's poem which perfectly expresses much of what I have learned about being on 'the other side'.

You may read it here.