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    Random Ramblings


    2010 - 06.13

    As you know, I consider this blog a sharing of psychic information and stories. I will also share some family things and yet still tie them in to the aspect of spirits. Today, however, you are going to get just what the title implies. Random Ramblings. This is what happens when you have a mind like mine that has all sorts of things in it-you go all over the board. So, without anymore hesitation, sit back, and enjoy the show.

    Let’s start with commercials. You’ve all seen the one commercial about that little pill men can take. The one in particular I’m talking about is where the couple is in the kitchen, they touch hands, give each other a look, and all of a sudden, the kitchen starts flooding (that would do it for my mood-call a plumber). The kitchen magically starts to transform itself into a tropical island. Somehow, they get separated during this whole process, so now we see her sitting with her pants rolled up on a rock across a stream, and here he is, coming across on rocks that are growing right in front of him. (no, no alluding on that one-ya think?). There they sit, side by side, and then the next scene we see, is a beautiful sea shot, with the couple holding hands sitting in separate bathtubs on the beach. Yup, just what I always wanted to do, go to a tropical island, make whoopeee, then sit in a bathtub on a beach. I bet you can’t wait to do that either. I mean, I understand they can’t show everything, but a tub on a beach??? What will they think of next?

    Then, we have the more serious side of things. Remember in the last couple of years, the supposed new age guru? The one who had the sweat lodge that actually killed people. You don’t hear much about him now. But, can I ask a couple of questions? How does a man have that much control over people that they didn’t want to leave because they might hurt his feelings. People had paid money for this event. In something that I read, a man said that he had left the lodge, and then had returned so as not to disappoint the guru. In another article I read, a reporter had asked this guru point blank questions regarding this sweat lodge. In reading the answers, this guru never answered any of the questions. It was amazing! I had also read where the guru had stood in the entranceway to the lodge, not letting anyone out. I’m sorry, but I have had the pleasure of being in a sweat lodge-I’ve never been told I couldn’t leave, and have never had something inside the sweat lodge that made me so sick it almost killed me. I am so sorry for the loss of life that this man brought around.

    Animal cruelty-why would anyone want to hurt these beautiful creatures? I have a dog and 5 cats. I love them like they were like my kids-yet there are some really sick people out there that will buy animals or even steal animals to put then into fights. They starve them, then make them mean. Why? My dog is part lab, part boxer, and part pit bull. She is the sweetest, most loving dog in the world. She will lick you to death rather than attack you. Anyone watch television last night? There was a show on one of the channels about midgets who had put together a pit bull rescuing business. It was a pretty cool show. And the dogs were the sweetest things.

    And what about cats? We’ve all read the stories about people who end up with 100 cats in their homes. Cats who they don’t take care of. Why in the world would you have so many cats in the first place? And what about putting birth control in the animals food? Wouldn’t that help to stop the ongoing problem of too many? For breeders, you could make food without birth control, and for those of us that want it, make it for the rest of us. Oh, wait, that would put a whole industry out of work.

    Anyone notice that email spam has changed? I used to get all sorts of email telling me I could make my woman happy tonight-just email them back and they’ll send me out (for a pretty good price, of course) nice little pills that will make me grow 10 inches. I know it’s called spam for a reason, but do you think they could have at least looked at my gender before they sent me that stuff? Um, no thank you, don’t need any of that. Now, spammers and hackers have found a new way. Unsuspecting people will get some type of email from a friend, with no note, just a link. You hit the link, and it sends you somewhere and if you don’t have enough viral protection, guess what, you end up with a bug. I’ve found the best thing to do is hit that nice little button that says delete! It works wonders.

    And in our area, speaking of bugs, we have a paranormal group where every time you go into their site, you end up with some type of bug. Again, if you don’t have the right protection, you’re going to end up with lots of trouble. And while we’re on the subject of various groups-isn’t it amazing how so many people will belittle everyone else to prove they are the best. Having done psychic readings for years, my feeling is if you like me, I appreciate it. But if you don’t, then obviously we are not meant to be in each other’s lives. I believe we will have the people in our lives that we are supposed to have. And yes, sometimes they will be in our life for a short period of time. Years ago, I had a very good friend in the psychic community. I became friends with someone she didn’t like-hated even-and that ended our friendship. I can’t fault her for what she did, but I will fault her for talking about me to everyone after the fact. Sometimes, the best thing you can do, is not talk. I ended up getting on with my life, and I haven’t looked back. I will always wish the best for this person, because that is how I am.

    Kids-now how many of you have funny stories to tell-as 3/4 of the world just put their hands up and waved wildly. I have had such an interesting road with my children. You’ve read things here before. Denise and Dave just bought a house over in Greece, NY. They just moved in last weekend. I don’t have any grandchildren yet, but I do have my granddog and grandcat. Asia and Bowtie! They have a large fenced in backyard for Asia. But Asia being her wandering self, found a hole in the fence. Imagine my daughter’s surprise when she looked out front and saw her dog staring back in at her! LOL. They patched up the fence post haste. Then there’s my Susie-Q. She’s presently living her life-she has a job and a boyfriend. She’s happy. And her car doesn’t roll anymore. Don’t ask, her last car had issues. She’d park it somewhere and you’d look out-it had rolled 5 ft.! And then there’s Paul. He’s living back home with his dad. He had been living with Denise and Dave before they moved-but it was decided that Paul should move somewhere else-now maybe I’ll get a grandchild!! Not hinting or anything, of course. He’s got his girlfriend. And he’s not shy. He and I work at the same retail store. I often wonder why people say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree when it comes to the 2 of us. (gazing innocently at all of you)!!!!

    Well, that’s it for my ramblings. Hope you enjoyed the avenues we went down. I know it was all across the board from really strange to very serious. I guess you never know what I’m going to come out with next :)

    Till next time.

    Heart Song


    2009 - 08.13

    A couple of months ago, I was idly browsing through the channels, looking for something to watch that would hold my interest for more than 2 minutes. I like horror, supernatural, and anything Csi or Law and Order. I like some comedy, and will watch a love story as long as there is a good horror plot going with it.

    What I ended up watching that night was the movie Happy Feet. It’s a movie about penguins. Emperor Penguins to be exact. Okay, okay-twist my arm-sometimes I like musicals and cartoons too.

    I watched it that night, and a week later watched it again. And it really got me thinking. About being different and how society looks at you. And how they treat you. But before I get into that, let me share just a little bit about the story.

    It starts with Memphis and Norma Jean, meeting and falling in love. When penguins mate, they lift up their hearts in “song”. If you’ve ever watched a documentary about this, they will “sing”, and whoever is attracted to their voice becomes their mate. So, the 2 love penguins hit the right notes together and voila, an egg is dropped. The female penguins go out to forage for food while the male penguins sit on the eggs. But you must never drop or lose an egg. Of course, Memphis loses his egg for just a few seconds. The females finally come home. Norma Jean finds that her egg has not quite hatched yet. But when it does, out comes the baby penguin, who can’t keep his feet still. They name him Mumble, because when he lifts up his voice to sing, it sounds awful. But his feet are always happy and tapping away. Mumble grows a little slower than most of the other hatchlings, and when they finally are ready to lift their voices up in song to attract a mate, well, Mumble just can’t find the right voice. But when he dances, Gloria decides that she fits right in with him. His tapping and her singing.

    Eventually, the elders ostracize Mumble. He’s not a part of them, he doesn’t have a heart song, he just doesn’t belong. He leaves the colony, and meets up with some smaller penguins. Adélie penguins. There is a small group that Mumble becomes friends with. They travel with him, trying to keep him out of trouble. They get into more trouble than they keep him out of though. In their travels, they find that humans want to come to the Antarctic to fish, which will mean less fish for the penguins. Mumble ends up in an aquarium and when a child taps on the glass, starts tap dancing. Everyone is amazed that a penguin can do that and the humans finally release him back in the wild. Of course, they have a tracking device on him.

    Mumble leads them to his colony of penguins in the Antarctic. When Mumble returns home, the penguin voices are lifted up in song, and Mumble does the only thing that he can do-tap dances. The humans are amazed and take videos and sends them around the world. The humans decide that they have been overfishing there and leave everything in its natural setting. And everyone lives happily ever after.

    I love the movie, the singing and the dancing, but what had really opened my eyes was the statement it made about being different. Poor Mumble doesn’t have a heart song to attract a mate with-he only has tap dancing or happy feet.
    Therefore, he is kicked out of his home. His parents feel bad, but what can they do-the elders have decreed that Mumble doesn’t belong.

    How many of us have felt like that? You’re “kicked out” because you’re different. You don’t belong. And it can be any reason-physical, emotional, mental, spiritual. Oh, you’re in a wheelchair, I’m not going to look at you because you’re different. Oh, you’re emotionally or mentally challenged, well, I don’t know what to say to you, so I’m going to ignore you like you’re not there. Oh, I’m a born again Christian-you’re a witch???? I’ll pray for you, but I definitely won’t be spending an evening of food and conversation with you.

    Growing up, I was extremely shy to the point of being absolutely terrified of people, and I was (and still am) overweight. Plus I was (and still am) psychic. That was 3 strikes against me from the very beginning. And I can tell you that I was ostracized almost my entire life. People wouldn’t talk to me because they thought I was stuck up-after all, I wasn’t saying anything. I never got picked for the fun stuff because look at her-she’s fat, I don’t want her on my team. And when I finally realized that I had abilities, well, it was really just an overactive imagination. Because being psychic isn’t real.

    How many times have we turned our heads away because someone was different? Well, you say that you don’t know how to react to someone who is different. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I do the wrong thing? Maybe sometimes we should just try.

    When J and I go to any store, because of his health, he needs one of the electric carts to get through the store. I can not believe how many people act as if he’s not even there. They will cut in front of him while not looking at him. They will pass him in a narrow aisle giving him a dirty look for being in THEIR way. And it amazes me how when some of those same people have issues, they are the first ones to expect everyone to drop everything to help them because all of a sudden they can’t do it for themselves. Yet when they were healthy, they ignored those that had handicaps.

    We are even teaching our children not to care about other people. Working in retail has proven how much society has changed from the 1930′s. Back then, if your neighbor got sick or hurt, many times, the whole neighborhood would pitch in to help. Now, we are so self absorbed, some of us wouldn’t even know our neighbor had died until we started smelling something really bad coming from next door.

    There are many reasons for people being different, but I think it’s time that we started caring again. Really caring and showing that we really care. Next time you see someone in the grocery store that has a handicap, offer to get the product off the top shelf, next time you see someone struggling with trying to get something in their car-offer to help them. If people don’t want your help, they’ll tell you. But at least care enough to offer. Even if, at first, all you can offer is a smile.

    Sometimes even a smile is the greatest gift you can give someone. So, don’t ignore people who are different, don’t make them feel like Mumble, an outcast. Appreciate people for their differences and get to know them. We are all human and we all like to be loved and needed-no matter what our difference. Try it, you just might find that it changes you in a very positive manner.

    Like I said, at the end of the movie, Mumble saves the day. Everyone loves him and his difference. I wish it could be like that in real life. But maybe if just a couple of us try to make a difference, maybe little by little, we will all be able to save the day at the end.

    So, lift up your heart song, see who hears it, or sees it or feels it. And if you can’t sing-get those Happy Feet going!

    Till next time.