Sara and Sedona’s Psychic Sisterhood: Chapter 7, Sylvia Browne is Around!

 For all my Sedona Sisters!

I Sara have experienced many levels of being. I have traveled extensively in search of things I would have and could have found in my own back yard.  If it is to be it will magnetize to me.  Those people, entities and highest adventures will find me, and quite easily, right where I am, here now.  For me, Sara, that is perfection and living life in a sacrosanct way.

About a year ago I began hearing and seeing departed celebrities.  In the past I have had conversations with ex-presidents such as Kennedy, Lincoln, Roosevelt.  Also, I have touched in with Janis Joplin, Shakespeare, St Francis, and lately, Robin Williams.   I totally appreciate the comedians.  

Not too long ago, I had an experience with a client that was not positive.  It is very humbling to struggle during a reading and not fully connect. I surrender and realize that nothing will happen with that situation.  This client will go away rather empty and I will feel like a failure.  There is no charge of course, but that does not seem to be an issue.  More and more I see money as an energetic exchange.  When a waitress does a great job and the food is also prepared well, it is a joy to leave a tip.  Money brings with it a blessing of encouragement and appreciation. 

I continued to feel rather blue and discouraged.  I spoke with my sister psychics who convened by the lovely oak creek. I explained how I was feeling and asked what advice they might have for me.  In general, their shared wisdom was to just shake it off.  This does happen occasionally for all psychics.  If it happened all the time, perhaps, it would be time to put away the shingle that says: The Psychic is In; $5 dollars please.  In fact, I have a red headed friend who is an amazing psychic.  She says she would never be able to be a professional psychic because she cannot summon her gift on demand.  When I call her with a question, she will say I am not on right now, or she will chime in.  She is very gifted.  When money is not involved it does de-stress the situation.  It would be nice to say:  I will try to help, I will try and see for you, I will listen to the Universe for you, but, there is no guarantee and forgive me if I interpret incorrectly.  This is sacred work that I do.  I am not an accountant; I am interpreting subtle energies and visions.  There is no amount of money equal to what I do.  I am being paid for my time.  I am being paid for the full concentration to the person at hand.  I will refund all money if necessary.  I understand that is needed as well.  No one wants to feel cheated.  No psychic wants to be considered a “charlatan”. It is all part of the unique field of intuitive counseling that goes on.  There must be that underlying trust in the work we do.   

I suppose that I was still wearing a Sara scowl when Sylvia Browne showed up. 

Sylvia was a psychic who was on TV quite a bit, taking audience questions.  Her death was the first in a string of psychic deaths for me.  Cheryl Lynn, Scottie, Sandra Cousins, and Sylvia all departed from this world at about the same age.  I ask my unseen audience to research more about her.  But back to my first encounter with her.

As I sat alone, Sylvia walked up to me (in spirit) and said, “Just Fuck it!”  That was exactly what she said, so I cannot sanitize it here.   I felt such intense love from her and a chuckle.  In her Sylvia way, she healed me.   She seemed to be making a grand gesture on the idea of perfection.  There is no such thing.  We can all be wrong sometimes.

 Sylvia was a prolific writer. As a psychic she helped solve crimes and she was right about 85% to 90% of the time.  I don’t think 100% is possible.  When she was on the Montel Williams show for years, but there were mistakes. She might have been seeing a different time line or interpreted things wrong.   God bless her because she was the real deal and was publicly crucified by some for her “mistakes”. https://youtu.be/uPBU-nwBEjw and https://youtu.be/9yzz8vaZgE8

 As I sit here today, I feel the warmth of Sylvia asking me to continue and go on.  I hear her say, “you really can make a living at this”.  There may be a time I can quit my day job and embrace this work whole heartedly with out going without some of those creature comforts I need.  When I listen to Sylvia, I am encouraged, and I am asked to jump out on that limb (without fear) when I get a hunch.  In Sedona I often did endure the probing of the skeptics and their guardedness.  Some people are very guarded during readings.  Perhaps they don’t want to be found out about something, but they make the reading difficult.   Approaching a reading more openly is recommended.  I believe getting the best answers is a collaboration between all parties.

I would notice, especially in Sedona, that people want to test the psychics.   I would accidentally “prove” myself time and again.  I had a family show up to summon a departed loved one.  It was a joyous feeling as everyone gathered.  The wife, and daughters of a beloved but departed father all gathered in my office.  When “Butch” entered our circle, I felt totally able to channel for him.  He was a big personality.  There was a box of tissue being passed to all present.  When we cry, (I call those tears, “connection tears”) those tears mean; the flood gates have parted, and we are no longer separated.  Amen.  Death cannot destroy the love and connection we have to our loved ones.   In fact, all relationships are eternal.  If there is unfinished business, it will be finished on the other side.  

We all enjoyed the personality of Butch.  But before leaving our session This Dad, turned to me and showed me something.  I said, Butch is holding a cellophane wrapped candy cane.  I blushed a bit, not understanding what that meant.  Everyone, the mother and daughters began crying again.  Butch’s eldest daughter explained that she was wearing her Dad’s coat to help pull in his energy.  When she reached into his pocket there was a cellophane wrapped candy cane this AM. 

I felt like I was part of an inside joke.  I began to cry as well. 

The point I want to make here is: I was doing my best to bring Butch through and he did come through brilliantly.  This family never put pressure on me to prove a certain phrase for them.  I have had people asked me to give them a pass phrase before.  I will explain what that is.  I had a session with a middle-aged lady who said that her mother passed away from cancer several months ago.  Before her mother died, she and her daughter devised a “pass phrase” that would be asked for when seeking the advice of a medium.  I said to her, let me see what I can get if I quiet my mind.  I felt a bit discouraged.  I told her that all I could see for 60 seconds was the color green and then I saw an ordinary looking cup.  The daughter sprung into those connection tears at once.   The pass phrase was green cup.   I thought I had really flunked that test.  I am one who does not like tests.  I don’t like the performance anxiety that sort of thing produces.  I just want to do what I do and hope it reaches people in the right way. 

Sylvia Browne was a very successful psychic.  In fact, it was almost impossible for people to get appointments with her as she was booked up way into the future.  It seems almost ridiculous that people would throw her under the bus for making mistakes on the TV shows she was on.  They would make a blanket statement like, “that just proves that there is no such thing as being psychic”.  All it proves is, no matter how famous someone is, or popular someone is, mistakes can happen.

I will support all the psychics out there.  As a sisterhood, there are no better people to be around.  There are some marvelous male psychics like James Van Praagh too. Many of the gay psychics are phenomenal.  These men can pull from the female brain and creativity in a way most men cannot.  There are heterosexual psychic men as well.  They are a special group like the Essenes were.  Those Essenes are and were trained in certain ways that modern men are not. Predominately, the realm of psychic mastery is more often seen in females. It is a power and strength women hold.  I will point to the longevity of the Oracle of Delphi as evidence.  I remember Delphi! I remember having a shorter life span due to some of the hallucinogenic substances and smoke that we consumed.  I remember that most of the priestesses lived underground in caves.  The caves also had gardens and water falls.  One priestess would serve as the oracle for a while and take a break and others would serve.  That is why they were often cloaked.  Perhaps they all had the name of Sybil.  I support that sisterhood and will always support those who try and reach the furthest distance in bringing the wisdom to others.  For me there is no greater office. 

Now my lovely friends and readership, I will join my honored friend, Sylvia for tea.   There is so much to talk about!

SPSS.Chapter 6. The Dearly Departed

my maternal great grandfather and mother John and Lydia

Sara's Psychic Sisterhood in Sedona.

The Dearly Departed

Within the mecca of psychics, Sedona, AZ, there are those who are Mediums and they act as translators between the two worlds. It is the most fascinating of all the many things called paranormal to me.  “I enjoy it immensely”, say I Sara” What is different about this connection, it is pure happiness for one thing. I remember James Van Praagh and I laughing until our sides hurt. He saw Abraham Lincoln materialize the same time I did in one of his work shops.  It is now understood that Abe is part of my soul group, as is Saint Francis of Assisi, Shakespeare, and a few other iconic figures.  Apparently, James Van Praagh is also a member of this group. All of us on earth have a soul group rooting for us that did not land on earth with us this time. I Sara do not wish to name drop because that is a drip drip drip. All of us evolving souls in 3D have iconic people in our soul families. There are always some ahead and some behind. That is how we get through this world. We take someone’s hand above and extend our hand to someone behind.  

Unlike Tarot Cards and Tea Leaf’s there is great energy and excitement when the loved ones draw near and when connection is made.  The joy expressed is barely describable. The loved ones who have shed their skin suit are looking forward to speaking and touching in with their loved ones who are still incarnate more than receiving a million dollars. They are with us more often than not and wanting to be with us in so many ways. Love never dies It is excellent to have a “Day of the Dead” to remember and celebrate all of our family and friends on the other side. There is a stigma with calling the departed DEAD.  That is a four letter word. They feel liberated and fully connected as beings. We here on Terra fir-ma might appear to be the zombie walking dead to them.  I have a dream to illustrate this.  I had a dream about my father’s mother shortly after she had expired.  She drove up in a taxi cab to my home.  She had a small overnight case with her and she was so excited to see me.  As she started to come towards me, I said in a surprised way, “but Grandmother, you are dead.”  She turned gray and void of color and the expression was the most lifeless and sad ever. It was a dream, and yet I am sorry that I said that word in my dream. No one should ever be labeled “dead”

When people schedule a session for medium work,

 It does not always work right.  Some loved ones cannot get through the river of tears and the feeling of loss. You cannot find that which is lost, if that is your belief.  It is like mowing down a wall of thorns to bring that person through.  In one experience, the departed father kept trying to reach through me to his daughter.  He finally brought through his mother to soften up the experience.  It appeared that his mother was trying to act as a liaison and battery.  It was looking bleak when the father showed me a picture of himself with a salt and peppered mustache and the rest flowed much easier. For this reason I. Sara,

Have always offered a disclaimer of “I will see if we can connect,” and it is always easier without the subject of money.  With money, I say this, everyone should receive something for their time. If there is no money exchanged, then bills don’t get paid and that psychic with the rare ability to connect with departed loved ones, winds up having to take an office job. With my experience with social work, I helped people but not in the dynamic way that I knew I could. I have student loans from graduating with two Master’s degrees. It would seem practical to be practicing in that field, right? My heart becomes heavy working in that field and I long to embrace the rosier side of the paranormal work.  The bad part of a money exchange is there are no guarantees. I have grown confident in my ability, but, there is always that one reading that is not breaking through. Fortunately it is not very often.  

The etiology of a medium:

I Sara, have been doing this type of work since I can remember.

At the age of nine, I remember resting due to the fact that my father asked me to take a nap. I was feeling a spinning feeling. I opened my eyes and the room was also spinning around as though I was in a dryer spin cycle.  There was something else.  I was in a tunnel and when I looked up I saw the faces of several men looking down the tunnel at me.  It was as though I was at the bottom of the well looking up at faces.  I came to know them as all my father figures.  Great Grandfathers and Great Great Grandfathers. One in particular had a very long bushy beard. I found him in a family album as being my grandmothers Grandfather, Bradly. His life would be about the time of the civil war when men did wear those types of beards. For all of us there must be 4 grandparents, 8 great grandparents and 16 great great grandparents.  If we are counting only male persons. I saw at least six grandparent figures. They were to be my support system as I grew up. Soon after this vision, my father disappeared for several months. My father was burdened with bi-polar depression. Then he had another side of his personality where he was the life of a party.  My brothers and I never knew which side of father was going to show up. My father passed from this world when I was 19.  I was kneeling on a prayer bench waiting for my fathers memorial service to begin. As I studied the floor before me, a man in a suit walked out towards the pulpit on the stage front before me.  As I looked up expecting that it would be the minister, I met my fathers brilliant blue eyes and clean shaven face. I remember saying “Daddy” and then tried to calm myself.  It was a vivid Kodak moment. He was there at the memorial service just as much as the ensemble of friends and family.

Those are two poignant episodes of medium-ship in my youth.  When I was 9 I knew nothing about the tunnel that souls go through or the vortex spinning when you are pulled through too rapidly.  I would learn all this as I grew up. My etiology had its own progression and direction without my foreknowledge.  I guess “it was in the cards”.  Try as I may to blend into this world I just would not be “normal” like everyone else. The message I received is “there is something really wrong with me”.  Until I met others like me, I would feel misunderstood.  

I am not dead, I am just different.  There is a book with that title. The author is describing a little boy trying to communicate with his mother.  The “dead” don’t want to meddle in our affairs and they are quite busy on other realms learning and healing.  They will show up during times of great duress.  I can remember seeing my father as a young adult. I had my own apartment by then and I had a few friends over. We were smoking “pot” in my kitchen.  When I walked into the living room I saw my father sitting on the couch.  Again I said, “Daddy”?  I asked my friends to leave.  Perhaps I was hanging out with the wrong friends.  I believed there was a warning in that visitation. Any time I have seen my father or Grandmother it is significant. I have to do some re-examination of my life.

Common Myths about the Departed.

You do not need to go to a grave yard to visit with them. They are not in the ground anyway.  If a person goes to the graveyard to converse with Mother or Father or Sister or Grandma.  The loved one will be summoned to the graveyard by that desire to touch in. When I go shopping it will summon my oldest son Jason and it just seems more fun than being at a graveyard.

As Allison Debois wrote in her book “Don’t Kiss Them Good bye”

You do not have to say good bye forever.  When some of my clients break down and sob during a session with their loved one I call that melt down “connection tears”. Often the pain of loosing someone will cause people to wall themselves off and become numb. There really is no need to do that.  They are access-able. All relationships are eternal.

If a loved one commits suicide they are forever damned. That is not true at all.  I have spoken to several departed by suicide and they are doing very well on the other side. Sometimes they regret their decision but they have gone on as thought it were just a small inconvenience.  

  

You do not need to remain single if your spouse is departed. Very often a departed loved one is trying to bring the right person to the loved one left on earth. They really want you to be happy.

Try keeping a journal with questions in it for your loved one…questions about anyone or anything.  I really enjoy getting those answers in the most surprising ways. I call it the boomerang effect.  Throw out that question.  It will come back and usually in a very short time with a perfect answer.

Forgive yourself for not being there at the death bed.  They forgive you completely and now they get to hug you in a deeper way then they ever could when in a body. Don’t beat yourself up at all.  That is easier said than done. Often times the departed are put on a pedestal by their loved ones.  They made mistakes too.

One lovely lady did not want to sell her home because she knew that her loved one was there with her. Her husband, now free and in full realization with his eternal self, said that he would move with her where ever she wanted to go. I was slightly jealous of the love they had created for each other. I suppose there is the blessing of a perfect relationship and then a price for it as well. I don’t think there needs to be that price. Just be blessed and satisfied that you could enjoy such a wonderful relationship and you will reunite in heaven.

Loved ones will leave signs and symbols to say they are around.

The problem with pets for me:  It is hard to know exactly if cats are still alive or not.  They appear to be so present and seem to be with their human family no matter what. We have past cats show up and play with our now existing cat. We hear meows. I have heard the jingle of cat toys when there was no cat there. Cats and dogs and other animals are connected to Source Energy and they love us unconditionally. I had a pet duck. He showed up in a dream and introduced me to his wife and dozen or so offspring. He was very proud and wore a Scottish Tam in my dream. The best thing to do is to ask them if they are in spirit. They will show you.

They want us to grow and be happy and not focus on them all the time.  One thing that “death” will do is demand that we become more self-sufficient.  That is exactly what has to happen to go on.

Just don’t call them “DEAD”.  

Sara's Psychic Sisterhood. Chapter Five. All About Angels. With a Wink to Lorna Byrne and Howard Storm.

Sara’s Psychic Sisterhood

The Debate on Angels

There are so many “Angel Readers” among the Sedona psychic scene and in general there are the “Angel Experts”.  I am thinking of Doreen Virtue and Lorna Byrne.  I am reading Angels in my Hair right now.  The Angelic readers in Sedona are not always in agreement about who or what the Angels are. They only know that their messages are from Archangels and especially Michael.  One Angelic Angel psychic reader believed that they are Warriors fighting a battle for the upliftment of mankind.  Perhaps that is why they were present when Jesus was born in Bethlehem. They pronounced “Hark Peace on Earth and Goodwill toward Mankind”.  I can only tell you my own spin on this whole Angel thing. 

 Like Lorna Byrne, I have struggled with dyslexia all my life and the term “retarded” became branded on my forehead when I was in first grade.  The teacher was so vocal about it that the other kids did not play with me.  This spunky young teacher was such a soul killer and I began to hate school.  I was in a totally different world as a small child. Escaped into my imagination and I drew all the time instead of listening to the lessons.  My family also was lead to believe I was "special education." There were a few English teachers who felt that I had a gift and encouraged me to write.  That was such a blessing.  

In my adulthood I scored beyond the exam I took.  That exam only measured to IQ 144. (Shipley Intelligence Test) I will never know exactly what I measured but the realization I had was, OMG,  I could have applied to a very good college instead of taking a night class here and there. It is sad that a teacher can damage a kid that way. Teachers are powerful in their influence and I experienced both good and bad teachers in my life. 

Each night I watched a light show at night while falling asleep at age 5.  Light would come in different vivid colors and unfold in front of my eyes eventually putting me asleep. I was such an empath and I could feel the pain of others.  My mothers friend came over and I could feel the pain in her shoulder. She did talk about it later and admitted to having bursitis.  I could not endure violence even in cartoons.  My favorite afternoon TV show was “The Cisco Kid”. It made me laugh.  When family members argued I would go hide in my room and hug “Tony”.  My blue stuffed rabbit was all powerful and all wise and I shared all my childhood angst with him.  Some children’s books were disturbing.  I was not a fan of Dr. Seuss. As an adult I love his works and especially ‘The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.”  As a four-year-old I was very anxious that the characters would fall and hurt themselves.  As a little one I was no stranger to climbing and falling with the air slammed out of my lungs.  The Seuss illustrations would have the cat on a bicycle holding a fish in a bowl and other characters were precariously balanced on tables that were off base.  It looked like a recipe for disaster.  All through my childhood I had the feeling someone really big was watching over me.  There was an especially scary time when I was hiking and took off on my own.  I was climbing down a cliff when my foot slipped.  I was airborne for a second and could not scream.  I had the sensation of surrendering my life as I looked at the jagged rocks below.  Oddly, I don’t remember the next few moments except that I was caught in a thorn bush by the seat of my pants.  I was still shaking and trembling as I realized a profound thing had just happened.  I was surrounded in a mist of love and I knew that there was something much bigger than I that had rescued me.  Since I was at church camp, I could now state that  “I was saved” and really did experience that in a large way.

 Some Christian concepts did not always match my personal philosophy. I had a very hard time with any sort of judgement like “we are all sinners”.  Always I knew that we were children of a benevolent God and as such, we had a Divine Spark inside us and we were cherished.  I find it interesting that Lorna Byrne received that same message from the Angels she communicates with.  I was not quite as visual as she is.  Out of the corner of my eye, I would see a smile, or a bright aura.  There were times that all I could see was a flaming blue sword (for a second).  I learned later that was the signature of “Michael”.  Then there were all those “strangers” who just showed up at the right time.  People who would give me directions or warnings at the right moment.  I developed a rule for myself: If I heard something three times in a row, I should absolutely follow it.  Sometimes it might be three people I hardly know talking about a movie or book, “Sara you should really read this book”.  One lady just placed a book in my hand when I was a teenager.  She might not be an Angel, but I think she was inspired to give me that book. 

In my opinion, there are Angelic beings assigned to us.  I have had some belief that they are a part of us and they are the part that cannot be on earth.  Angels are very careful not to overstep the boundaries of free will.  Many miracles have been cloaked in what could be a simple coincidence.  Many times, I made the choice to listen to Angelic messages that were often very subtle.  Then there was one very direct “in my face” message in the year 2001.

        One morning before coffee, I was awakened by a “flock” of pretty Angels.  There was a group of very ethereal female Angels hovering above the ground.  They were wearing flowing pastel gowns and I am not sure I saw any wings. I noticed they were in an aura of light. I am guessing there were 9 Angles having a quiet conversation.  One brunette Angel stepped forward as a spokesperson and said, “Go Home”.   It was very short and yet very powerful. After that pronouncement they vanished.  I pondered what “Go Home” meant, but not for long.  Very soon, my mother called on the land line with a message that my younger brother had died.  He had been found in his apartment lifeless. He died on Ground Hog Day.  Everything was surreal and unsettling,  I took a shower and received a few more phone calls from my mother. She was crying and unsure of how to proceed.  I heard myself say, “don’t worry mother, I am on my way home.”  That was what was needed and meant by “go home”.  And it was a vivid vision that never left me. No one could argue that I was in a state of duress or grief, because at that moment, I was unaware of the untimely death of my brother.  I was awake and fully cognizant of my surroundings. I was looking forward to a glorious day.  Nothing would suggest it was imagined or contrived.

        I am sure that I may have made my guardian Angels cry at times.  I have been “stupid” and made bad choices.  When I have been allowed to make a bad decision, it was probably a growth opportunity.  Those dark nights of the soul are a chance to grow. We do grow and expand from those times when we did not listen to sage advice.  It must be hard for our Angels to watch.  I have also been told that I did not need to go through some of the hardships I walked through.  That made me feel especially dumb.  Knowing that some things might have been avoided, has made me wonder why then I elected to go through them?  I believe I was hoodwinked, conned, blindsided, and gave in to some darker self-interests at times.  In some experiences it was the company I was keeping.  Like many young people, I did not get the best information from others. 

Even though I took some dangerous turns, there was always someone there to watch over me.  At one point I had a loaded shot gun pointed at my stomach.  I had dated a bad apple for sure and I ended that relationship quickly and left town.  When I returned, he showed up drunk on my door step and forced his way into my home.  Again, I felt that I surrendered my life when I saw that gun.  I was sure he would shoot me.  I left my body and once out of  body and what might have been a painful ending, I could see Jesus with a crown of thorns standing behind this man.  For some odd reason, he did not shoot me, and he left.  I had not been religious at that point.  But seeing Jesus with thorns made me think of another truth.  I was bought and paid for.  Weather or not I had made a mistake in being with this person, it felt like Jesus was asserting his will into this situation and saying, “no I am taking on this karma and she is released”.  Looking back at some close calls, my life story paralleled  Calamity Jane especially when younger, and Angels are the best answer I have for still being alive.

        From that day forward, I felt a bond with Jesus, but I never felt I found the right church with the right message about him.  I have always felt that the message of Christianity has become a garbled one.  If there is love and an open acceptance of others in a church then, it is in alignment with the message of Jesus, and if not, in my opinion find a more open minded church.

  Another realization for me is this:  Wherever Jesus appears there are Angels too.  That was driven home in a dream I once had.  I was in a white robe in an auditorium of Angels and anticipation was all around.  Jesus came out on stage and there was a collective sigh as we clutched our hands to our breasts.  Jesus was just gorgeous. His personality filled the room in such a charismatic way.  He spoke to the group and then he asked me to please come forward.  I felt very nervous and self-conscious.  I heard some murmuring of the other Angels.  Murmurs such as, “I don’t think she is strong enough” As I approached Jesus, he touched the middle of my back, and I slouched over and fell on the floor.  I believe now that incidence illustrated that my belief was weak, and I needed a bit more back bone.  In hindsight, that would be totally correct at that period of my life.  I was being talked into things that were not right for me.  I often wonder if I had been an Angel prior to this life, who made a bad choice and now, I am here to realize many things. I could not have realized any of this as one who has not been human.  There is free will for me, but there is also my own pre-birth soul contract to come into this life and stretch, grow, and understand in a different way.  I have set up the family, country and circumstances ahead of being born into them.  I could not be more certain of that.  In general, our soul group had big things to accomplish.  Brave souls, this group.

To wrap up my own feelings about Angels.  They have been real and very present in my life.  Certainly, I make mistakes and I am OK with that.  I am not sure that anyone is an expert on Angels. None of us have all the answers all the time. Some things that I question:  Is there a hierarchy?  Are some Angels warriors and some Arch Angels? They must be asked to intervene?  It is said that Angels have not been human and not all Angels have wings.  Loved ones who have passed over are not the same thing as Angels. 

Howard Storm said his angles looked like balls of light.  I love the You Tube videos of Howard Storm and he does have the aura of one who has really been turned around by his near-death experience.  He is the real deal.  With everyone having their interpretation of Angelic experiences, I think there is no one right answer except, yes, they are real.  All else is opinion.  That is my opinion.

Ask for your own experience and I am sure it will happen, especially at Christmas time.  There is such thing as the Christmas Spirit.

Hark, Be of Glad Tidings! 

Chapter Four: SPS: Co-existence Melinda Leslie Style

Chapter 4

Sara’s Psychic Sisterhood

Co-existence

I did not create this Universe.  I can do many things but I cannot create a planet and spin it into place like I was playing with marbles   Since I am not the author of the many worlds that exist, what right do I have to say what may or may not exist?  Correct answer is NONE, Said Sara as she remembered her enchanted and enlightening discussions.  

Jesus said it best:  Mark 9:38-41 

Whoever Is Not Against Us Is for Us

³⁸ “Teacher,” said John, “we saw someone driving out demons in your name and we told him to stop, because he was not one of us.”

³⁹ “Do not stop him,” Jesus said. “For no one who does a miracle in my name can in the next moment say anything bad about me, ⁴⁰ for whoever is not against us is for us. ⁴¹ Truly I tell you, anyone who gives you a cup of water in my name because you belong to the Messiah will certainly not lose their reward.

This is quite illustrative of those transcended beings who realize there is no competition and even if one cannot say for sure what exists or what is real and true, At least, it is advisable to be of acceptance in these matters. 

As Shakespeare said: There Are More Things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt of in Our Philosophy (Hamlet).

Shakespeare, like Gene Rodenberry, writer of many Star trek’s teleplays, seemed to be open to other dimensions and they were channeling brilliantly. Lucky for all of us that these and other creative beings have brought new paradigms to our culture. 

Sedona is the culmination of many world views and many of them would appear to clash.  Even in our smaller circle of psychics working at the Center, there was what would appear as division among us.  There were those who wore turbans, those who looked as thought they stepped from the pages of ancient Druid culture and those who were Wiccan or earth based in their spiritual orientation.  To broaden the scope, we had a Jewish accountant who kept us all in good humor with the money magic and gentle jest, and she also was a best friend of a Catholic Psychic.  I experienced this when I was at the Findhorn Community in Scotland.  There were many points of view and spiritual interpretation.

In of this chapter I ask this question of my readership:  What does a Lion Being, Sasquatch, and an 8-foot-tall bipedal bird all have in common?  Or mix in a Reptilian Being just to jazz it up.

They represent co-existence and they represent the larger Universe and its variety and diversity. They suggest that at the apex of evolution of consciousness that we honor the development of others and we get along.  Farewell to warfare. 

  There were many who followed different teachers, like Abraham or Bashar. Is there a common bond or thread that we as humans can use to unite us?  The next sister in my sisterhood would open another reality for me.  She illuminated one unifying factor.  We are the humans.  That is important.  It is even more evolved to see that all sentient beings are part of the Law of One, The Prime Creator.  That is a very significant realization.

Melinda Leslie was the one psychic at the center who had researched the UFO and Alien Connection.  She is famous and has been on talk shows such as Coast to Coast AM.  I asked her permission to use her name. She was generous enough to allow that for “my book idea”.

Several of the Psychics started going to Melinda’s weekly UFO discussion group. Then, down the road, we joined her on a sky watching tour where we spotted UFO’s in the night sky. My relationship with Melinda has grown over the years.  We have supported each other in the good and bad times.  In addition to her life long research with the Bud Hopkins (like) writers of the community she was the one psychic who I could turn to for answers to everyday questions.  Melinda and Scottie Little Star were mentors for me. 

What did all the sisters of my (Sara) circle have in common?  We all had contact with UFO craft, experiences with being part of the “hybrid breeding program” and knowledge that had been imparted to us in scientific downloads. Among this group there were stories of meeting Sasquatch, Reptilian Beings, Avian Beings, Mantis Beings and Tall Whites as well as Greys and Pleiadeans.  One of our common threads was that our ability to be psychics was enhancing and elevated by our experience with those of non-human back grounds. Of this I am quite sure.

What does it mean to be human?  The good bad and ugly.

Have you ever asked yourself what is so great about being human? Sometimes it seems that our brothers and sisters of the animal kingdom have such honest open hearts.  They seem to be unconditional in their love for us.  Dolphins display such a variety of emotions and playful antics.  There are those who believe we are descended from the Sasquatch. Many of our family dynamics and our love of nature would be more in alignment with the Sasquatch group of hominids. More in line than the other anthropoid apes in how we function.  The Sasquatch do speak vocally as well as telepathically.  There are those privileged humans who have been involved with Sasquatch families. This is a subject that I would love to explore and speak of at another time and place.

It is another long story that I only leave a link for that would explain why we are not covered with fur and have large feet.  After the destruction of Marduk. ; Only the asteroid belt remained where a planet bigger than earth once spun around our sun. All the souls that had inhabited Marduk were now paralyzed with fear and had no place to call home. They existed in another dimension with out a body. In time earth would become their home.  The theory is that the most evolved creature on our planet was Sasquatch and with some genetic altering and enhancement, they became the new model of human beings.  Was that enhancement beneficial? It is hard to judge.  One thing is sure; there is a fragment or DNA of Sasquatch in all of us.  Perhaps the Neanderthal humans of old were the shorter Sasquatch cousins that were stronger and yet more squatty looking.  It is thus far un-provable except for some research done by Lloyd Pye.  

This discussion was one of many that our sisterhood discussed in a Socratic type exchange while sitting by Oak Creek when business was slow. 

One of my close friends at work read a chapter and suggested, nicely, that I was “all over the place”.  I must admit that it is my memory that we did cover so much in our groups and discussions.  It was an education I would find no where else.  Nowhere except Sedona.  If you could take all your paranormal and strange experiences and share them with others, that would be how entertaining our outdoor sessions were.  Outdoors with the laughing creek and the squirrels, blue herons, javelins and lizards listening in.

We had many unusual visitors chime in and visit.  There were mischievous fairies, the Druid brothers who would appear out of thin air, as well as squawks from high flying eagles and Arch angels when the tides would turn.  But it was Melinda and some of the hybrid beings that expanded our awareness and made me realize just how expansive the Universe is.

I can tell one thing about us humans, we have layers of emotional intelligence that pales and washes out some of our more “Spock” like ET visitors. Humans are better than color TV.  

My next chapter will be about Angels in Sedona.  This is a subject dear to my heart and it will be a joy to tell that tale. 

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SPS: Chapter 3. Solve for the Human Stain.

Chapter Three:  Solve for the Human Stain

Continuing the Sisterhood of psychics and my progress with friendships: There in the beautiful bustle called Sedona, I had to pause.  I should be pausing because of the magnificent rouge scenery. But instead there was an accident.  A car went the wrong way in a roundabout.  It might have not been too bad if the other drivers were paying attention.  Often people are taking pictures or filming.  I turned to find a back road.  There are back roads in Sedona that all the local people know about.  I would make it to the Center in time and then collect my mind.  I would practice meditation by the creek and allow the subtlest of energy to embrace me and heal me.  Sedona is uncensored, raw, playful and powerful all at once.  

Even Psychics have days that are going all wrong.  Tears fall, and ice cream gets eaten, and it is hard to pull out of it.  It is hard to leave behind the “wrong education” that many have endured.  One tear leads to a flood of bad memories.  One chip lead to another just as one drink might lead to another.  Humans have their way of coping with life’s disappointments.  For me that meant gaining more weight.  There are much better ways of coping. 

Going back to the “wrong education” in childhood and all the way through adolescence:  it has been part of our demise.   I can speak for myself, and I can observe it in others.  I was a very sensitive child who belonged to a very angry Mom.   I was aware of problems at home and wanted to change the energy.  I would do something “funny”.   Humor was a momentary escape and a healthy one.  Despite that humor, a plate of spaghetti would fly and hit the wall.  My parents often fought at the dinner table.

My parents had the perfectionism of the 50’s.  Our home looked perfect.  We lived in a spotless world, but the biggest treasure of “knowing who we really are” was not the focus.   School was to help create good future employees and it certainly was not meant to have us be creative and think for ourselves.  I remember using my imagination quite a bit, but I don’t think I could use that part of me, except in art class and “English” when we were asked to write.  Later, I took water color and three poetry classes as well as some other electives that I really enjoyed.   College was wonderful it was the solve that healed my wounds. If I could have just continued to take all the electives I had a natural yearning to take, all evil would parish from my world. I wish I could have gone from kindergarten to college. I found true therapy in the world of academia. Even traditional English classes would yield more discovery into ancient Greek philosophers and then the modern Wittenstien (pronounced Vit en steen) which was a happy accident. I walked in the wrong classroom and never left.  All the students engaged with me in a way that “fed my soul”.

 I would not have a progressive, enduring and life changing philosophy until I read “Conversations with God” and went on a “God Cruise” with Neale Donald Walsch.  I wrote a great deal about that cruise.  Neale was fantastic.  Neale was very human in his scope of emotions.  He could be impatient and showed some irritation at times.  When the student is ready, the teacher appears.  Neale helped me see and set sail on my next spiritual steps. I became all about “feeding my soul”.  I was on the hunt for people and places that fed my soul.  I went to see Bashar in Sedona.  Daryl Anka channels an ET entity from the future called Bashar.  There are so many more significant teachers that filled my life in the years 2006 through 2012.  It was a time of expansion.  It was our trip to Sedona that set off a chain of decisions to move there and be part of that world.  It was a bumpy ride on a rutted red road.  Sedona was the perfect example of a manifested spiritual carnival and its antithesis would be the withdrawn life of an ascetic cave dweller.  Perhaps I have been that person in a cave, but now I reach for another level of sublime.  Sedona was an education that was never boring, and it could not be purchased or attained in a class room.  Sedona was in my face kissing me and smacking me all the time.   I encountered the cheeky creek nymphs as a child and once again I was being swept along in the fast current of a vortex.  I watched the brave young men biking down a sloping red foot hill.  I heard the growl of a skin walker on a moon lit path, lizard beings, and druids in our midst.  The diversity was ever a whirling pool of the unimaginable. 

So, what is the solve for the human stain?  Removing layers of myth, hardship, guilt and misunderstanding from the human paradigm.  We all do start from the same seed but it seems “we bought the farm, the Brooklyn Bridge, and sold ourselves into generations of slavery.  We need to wise up in a hurry.  Sedona was that mix of frantic awakenings, trips and falls, small wounds and then the ripping off of the band aid.  I walked over pebbles, hiked up trails, rented about six different places and felt like a gypsy the whole time.  People came and went all the time.  Most of the psychics did not make the sort of living they had hoped.  Groceries and rent were much higher than other areas.  Sedona had its price tag.  Somehow those who were supposed to be there found a way of being there.  My education continued as the pages will reveal.  The solve was in going within to realize how precious humanity is and that it is being shaken awake quickly for a reason.  The solve is in Buffy Saint Marie’s song, Love Lift Us Up Where We Belong. We belong to a rich Father and like prodigal sons and daughters we are being asked to get out of the pig trough, walk away from the lies, and stand up a little straighter.   There are some songs that were just written for us, the sons and daughters of this time.  See if you hear that beckoning in this song?  Let the River Run

In preparation of my next chapter I ask this question of my readership:  What does a Lion Being, Sasquatch, and an 8-foot-tall bipedal bird all have in common?   Get ready sons and daughters.

Be washed, be forgiving and forgiven and be open. 

Chapter Two: Sara's Psychic Sisterhood

Chapter Two

Sara’s Psychic Sisterhood

Transparency: Ain’t No Place to Hide

Psychics at the center seemed to come and go easily. Some psychics would begin with high hopes and that optimism showed up as painting and decorating their offices. It was fun to watch the show from the sidelines. Establishing a presence and a following were not magically manifested in one day.  As a college student, I had additional income. I kept that my little secret until it slipped out one day. Everyone wanted to borrow money. All those psychic with high hopes were not quite making it yet.  There was competition among psychics, and comparisons, and all the petty things soap operas are made of.  Intense drama happened when psychics would cast spells on each other.  When that happened, one or the other was going to be leaving.  Eve was from Alabama and she was casting prosperity spells around her door. She hung up tiny bottles with real gem chips and threw rosemary on the steps to her room.  Another psychic began sweeping those steps and interrupted the psychic sessions with loud talk. I called her “Boss Lady”. Another red-headed “angel-channeling” psychic began to give the concierge money in exchange for recommendations to clients.  I happened to witness this exchange but also knew that no one would really believe it.  Months later the store owner became aware that this was happening. There was a concierge change with little improvement.  Winning over the concierge was important in winning clients.  Even when people would ask for “Sara”, they might be directed elsewhere. 

Transparency grew daily for me in what I noticed.  Transparency caused enormous problems for psychics. There is no place to hide.  Imagine if everyone you lived with, worked with, and people you dated were extremely psychic?  There would be no such thing as a poker face.  When issues come up they must be dealt with. It makes people think and behave differently.  I read a book about people living in Intentional communities. Sure, there is love and harmony at first, but wait until all those shadows hit the light. If someone used to be good at manipulating others, all of a sudden their “con” doesn’t work.  I had the red-headed angel channeling psychic crying in my office one day.  “Candy, save your tears, they are not working well on me today.” Those were the words out of my mouth.  Angels may be flitting about her daily, but, she was not full of down-home integrity and it was more obvious than ever.  She had integrity in the heavens, but not down in the zone. I enjoyed Eve and Candy, but in my heart, I knew that they were both on their way out. You just can’t con a con artist and that is doubly true with psychics. It takes a thief to know a thief (they say) and I can say that it takes a psychic to know a psychic.  The truth will become ugly but then when the smoke clears something amazing has happened, clarity.  I grew in self-awareness and became more steadfast.  I stopped second guessing myself and graduated to being the professional I was. When center clients arrived they would look at all those photos and blurbs about psychics and they had to choose one of us.  They might pick the person that “looks exotic and psychic” and probably does have some charisma too. I believed that the clients got the psychic they deserved but not perhaps the “best”. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so is talent in interpreting subtle energy.

 On some days, I believe everyone was delivering good messages.  It did feel like a Higher Power guided all the psychics at the center regardless of the level of development each psychic possessed.  I call that the Oda Mae effect (from Ghosts 1990). Under the right circumstances just about anyone can be psychic.  If we were all developed psychics the world would operate  differently, but it would be a bloody mess first. The crooked dealers would not get very far and the banks would be transparent (eventually).  Does that sound wonderful or what? There would be so many layers of problems in the beginning because we don’t operate that way. People hide their feelings, stick their head in the sand when confronted, and create unreal versions of themself.  Someone like me would be killed instantly. The crooked dealers would not want me around.  My best survival strategy is knowing that people do not trust psychics. For me to still be around means one fantastic thing. There are more people evolving now days. There will be no more burning at the stake. Sure there are still enough people who feel safe in the lies they live.  If they only knew that “their slip is showing” how would they behave?  They would do the “right” thing perhaps. Advanced, aware, conscious, evolved people know that we are all connected at some level. When they deceive someone it is going to surface and really drag them down.  We all have “sinned”… no exceptions.  We all have a second chance too.  Each day is a clean slate to do the right thing. Good to know. Forgive and go on. Like the Master once said, “Our Father who art in heaven, show us how to make earth a little piece of heaven”.  When he said “our Father” that means we all came from the same Infinite Intelligent Source.  All religions have truth in them and together they form a gorgeous mosaic of human experience.  Let us recognize that one evolving connection and be brothers and sisters in transparency. Grab someone’s arm because we are all in this together.