Chapter 19: Why Are We Here?

 

  

There are existential questions that everyone asks once they are at an age of reasoning.  Kids do sometimes think about these types of questions too.  Kids also ponder higher order questions all the time. Zak was a depressed 7-year-old.  My son was remembering dying in a war.  He felt that life was short and meaningless and that he would be dying once again when he reached adulthood.  That was his cognition about life.  It was all pointless.  I am the mom, and I was surprised to hear this belief of his.  I am glad he shared because then we could start to confront these beliefs and create a new reality.  That is called cognitive restructuring.  Sounds so fancy for a very simple construct or concept. 

It is human to have questions.  Why are we here? 

I decided to take a crack at it.  Why not?  There are drips and drabs of this basic inquiry in past blogs.  I just never hit it head on. 

 The humanist psychologists were asking all the right questions.  Maslow started looking at highly successful people and then asked them what motivated them. What makes people happy?  It seems the pursuit of happiness is part of our purpose.

  Carl Rogers was also a humanist psychologist.  He looked at humans as having an internal map of guidance.  We are not born a blank slate that someone must mold.  I worked as a play therapist at an elementary school.  Kids had preferences and goals already in place. Children do experience frustration at being forced to do those things that do not appeal to them.  Adults feel that as well.  So how did our consciousness already exist within the very small humans I worked with?  

The behaviorists were more about molding human behavior.  Unfortunately, they did not consider other strong human motivators.  For instance: I like eating breakfast and I feel more energetic when I do.  I am listening to my body and avoiding the consequence of hunger.  Behaviorists work with using consequences or punishments as a way of changing behaviors.  I would totally ignore breakfast if a loved one was having an emergency.  My son woke me up at 5 AM stating that he had swallowed a whole bottle of pills and now regretted it.  Without coffee or even dressing better we headed to the emergency room.  I am not a morning person.  The behaviorists did not think of higher motivations that take precedents over other needs. 

                                  Beck and the Dali Lama
  

Cognitions or beliefs were the stimulus of behavior according to Aaron Beck.  If someone believes everyone is out to get them, they probably stay home quite a bit.  I was reading that Beck is still alive.  This famous psychologist is 100 years old so he must be doing something right. Beck gave the psychology field many ways of measuring depression and suicide.  No other tests have replaced the Beck inventories.

  Since Freud was looking at pathology or what is “wrong” with the patient, the humanists were saying what is going right?  So, all these men were trying to study humans and bring forth a common language that will define our motives and behavior.

Maslow was defining why someone would be a starving artist? Ah, and he would say they have ignored the basic need for food to learn and express and evolve.  Starving artists are expressing the need for self-actualization.  He also felt that expressing the creative and humoristic sides of language demonstrate the pinnacle of self-awareness.  Abe Maslow is known as the creator of the hierarchy of needs.  Needs can jump around and not stay in a certain order. Some needs give way to other urgent situations.  

It is wonderful that some of our greatest minds have tried to answer this existential question.  I don’t have to start from scratch.  Psychology has done a great job of creating language.  That separates the novice from the expert.  The language. 

Concepts have existed since man started developing religion, community, healing rituals, the study of astronomy and geography, and many other endeavors like building castles. Geography is significant when deciding where the edge of the earth is.  Then Columbus “discovered” America. That continent was always there and inhabited by humans, so Columbus did not really discover it.   Concepts like the afterlife were especially significant too.  Whether it is the contents of the Egyptian Book of the Dead, or the Three fates and the river Styx, what happens after one is dead, is very important. There are many ideas about what happens.  Now we have near death experiences.  Medicine has been able to rescue people from the river Styx and they live to talk about it.  Death might not be the spooky subject it was to our ancestors.  IANDS has done surveys that suggest 15% of adults have experienced near death and had experiences to share about this subject.  There was Lazarus whom Jesus raised from the dead.  That was a huge event, and it did convince many of the Jewish people that Jesus was the Messiah. Lazarus might have seen the tunnel and deceased loved ones, but he is not reported with saying anything about it. 

 

If we are asking about this life and its purpose, then to me it seems that those with near death experiences are in a unique position to answer some questions.   From what they say, there is a life review for everyone.   The review is kinder than “judgement”.   From all the experiences in one’s life, some were critical and taught the life reviewer a profound lesson.   It seems that we live on earth to learn certain things. Each evaluated experience is unique to the experiencer.  Edgar Cayce reviewed lifetimes and would say, they gained this much awareness and they depreciated in some ways too.  It reads somewhat like they gained two steps and took one back. 

There is an excellent book by Cayce https://www.amazon.com/Edgar-Cayce-Meaning-Life-About-ebook/dp/B07L7GF3HH and I am reading that one right now.

I have read a thousand near death experiences and I am never bored with the accounts.  I have noticed that when being reviewed, the experiences of great significance were those of human love relationships.  Love of parents, children, siblings, and spouses as well as good friends all hold poignant realizations in the review.  It is said that some of the accolades, plaques, and certificates hold very little value in a life review.  If nothing else, it seems that the afterlife stories show us what was important and worth celebrating about our adventures in the earth realm.   Simply stated it appears we were learning about love of all types.  In the end, it was a deeper grasp of love that we took with us beyond the grave or river Styx.  This is the treasure that is incorruptible.

Why are we here seems to hint at life purpose?  Our purpose might also exalt a group of people.  Humans have always done better in tribes or villages.  Jane Roberts and other psychic channelers seem to indicate that there are soul groups.   I have a dream of a very happy lifetime as an Islander.   I visited Maui and was almost unable to leave.  I also visited a castle ruin in Scotland and could not bare myself to leave.  As an islander, I remember knowing the concept of family and being a part of something larger than myself.   Now in these days it seems that we are unconcerned about the welfare of others.  Not all of us but there are many out there who have narcistic tendencies.  Let me just say that perhaps all the extended family on my island were my soul group.  As we expired and sloughed off our earth body, we had to make the decision. Collectively there was a decision to expand and live elsewhere or come back as the “Great Grandmother” guide for our village.  It is now apparent to me that many of my soul group are not on earth or even in this solar system at the same time I am.  There is the ever-expanding consciousness of the entire group to consider.  In this concept it is not just “why am I here” but why is my group here”.   This is where another concept begins. 

Evolving consciousness of our planet and our solar system.  This is where I recommend Neale Walsh’s trilogy “Conversations with God”.  God is experiencing life and growing through us.  Neale speaks of highly advanced societies.  They might not be from earth, but some are.  We seem primitive and backwards to some of the neighbors in this galaxy and beyond.  Some ETs are like family and some are not as each group has its own agenda.  There is a whole new study in exopolitics for us the humans.  How do we treat other cultures and advanced societies?  Now there is an intersection between (why are we here), and who is coming to dinner. 

As this question seems to naturally expand, I remember watching a video on Gaia TV Called the Café at the End of the Universe with Jerry Wills https://www.gaia.com/share/cksxx4ed800nk0ipacvd1eh9j?language[]=en&utm_source=share I can share a limited amount of material from that site.  It is worth joining.  In the café Jerry is able to have big discussions with ETs from all over.  These beings gather on occasion to share knowledge.  There is a built-in ability to communicate by way of telepathic means.

This discussion on why we are here grows and has no real end.  Dr. Peebles, a disincarnate guide, once said that your purpose can grow and be whatever you like.   Michelle Pfeiffer once said, she was just trying to be the best cashier she could be when she was discovered.  As doors opened to better more challenging movie parts, she continued to expand and grow in her purpose and her craft.  Donald Trump just wanted to build the best skyscraper in New York, and he kept taking steps towards bigger realizations.  Saint Francis of Assisi probably never thought as a young man he would become a saint. It has been said that all the roads you choose lead to the path you were meant to walk.  Abraham/Hicks has said, just wait for inspiration to take the next step or journey.   It seems to be a day to day unfolding and journey we take with us beyond this physical lifetime.  This question of why we are here just keeps on growing with you.  It should be a fun ever expanding learning of things.  

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 28: Blue Kaku Two

 

As a child I had a stuffed blue bunny, and he knew everything. He talked me to sleep and was a great comfort.  Both my kids had encounters with childlike dwarf beings.  Star Boy and Blue Dwarfs would park on the roof much like Santa Clause.  They would turn on all the toys at once, the T.V. as well as the Fisher-Price turn table. I will clarify that we did not touch these toys. There was some sort of magnetic energy present that did turn all these battery operated and AC/DC operated devices on.  

These beings would put on little dances and plays for Zak. I know this because Zak told me about it when he was 4 years old. Our home was like Grand Central Station for the paranormal.  There was no shortage of variety and types of visitors,  We had departed president’s visit our smallish two-bedroom apartment: Mainly, Abraham Lincoln, JFK, Theodor Roosevelt, and John Quincy Adams.  We had Native Americans, Red Arrow and White Buffalo and their tribe members who entertained us with drumming circles.  We had Great Grandparents and I believe we also had Abe’s mother, Nancy Lincoln at times.  St. Francis being was oft present and Famous comedians too. Many of these spirits or energies would show up and leave without saying a word to me.  They seemed to be checking in on me and the kids.  Coming home one night we saw a blue light on our second story roof, and it was a signal that there were ET beings awaiting us.  I don't want to repeat past stories so I will share some links.   

Omg I have several blogs about ET’s and my favorite is https://angelbell444.blogspot.com/2018/09/chapter-four-sps-co-existence-melinda.html and please do read it.  Coexistence is all about becoming more conscious.  Our universe is expanding, and it is time to meet the neighbors.  That means becoming much more psychic. I had an experience yesterday where I was able to speak several different languages. I would see a book open with the vocabulary I needed to create meaningful dialogue with others. The best teachers of communication skills would be the little blue dwarfs.   They remind me of the Ewoks; But not exactly because they have blue leather skin.  Whitley Strieber has them wearing hoods.  They do walk like Ewoks, and they have so many skills that I would miss a hundred if I tried to list them all.  They have amazing healing ability, and I am sure that is why both Zak and I still exist. 

Blue Kaku Healing went something like this.

I did feel guided to eat a certain way.  I have done some other chapters dealing with healing remedies.  I like Dr. Wallach’s products and of course Edgar Cayce Remedies.  After barely surviving the toxic black mold in my home (2012 Sedona) I had serious issues and developed type 2 diabetes.  The blue dwarf people showed up when I was on deaths door and saved me.  I was staying with a friend, and they also woke her up and said that they would heal her too.  They have healing methods that seem to be frequency adjusters.  If I get run down, I remember to drink those green drinks my friend made.  Healing is all about energy.  Remember how Jesus healed people?  He could change their energy to quickly balance the disease.  I have had energy work done but the root of my problem was the trauma in my childhood. If I was holding on to past trauma the shift in energy would not suffice. I had to correct those patterns of thought. It is better that I do not stay in that memory. I would feel weak in that state of mind.   I had to learn to allow a greater current of energy to run through me.  Trauma tends to shut down the self-healing that we all need.   When I counsel people, I look for beliefs that would keep them stuck in poor mental and physical health. I see that belief and then go right to work changing it. 

Both mental and physical health require knowing that you are a child of God.  There is free will and we must be asking for help when we need it.  Recently, I have been asking God for healing in the mornings before I get up.  It makes a world of difference. The problem for me is keeping that level of energy as the day goes by.  So now there is a new device for me.  I do mindfulness check ins.  I might notice some energy bleeding.  It is just like having blood coming out of a cut on your body.  If I have been injured in word or deed I ask to repair immediately.  Repairing takes a great deal of focus for me.  I am changing a belief and I am changing the energy.  Each time I do this work, I become more resilient.  My little Blue Friend was named Blue Kaku by me.  I am sure his type has a name but I am not at all sure what it is.  

Blue Kaku knows how to party.  Having friends over is just what the doctor ordered sometimes.  I find it hard to believe that some people do not know how to have fun without substances.   Good food and friends are all that is required. When we were broke it would be popcorn and Kool-Aid.  Well, now they say Kool-Aid is not healthy.   There are other drinks like iced tea with lemon that would be better. Inexpensive parties can happen on a dime and with a little magic. Board games and card games can happen easily enough.   Get some cheap thrills by sitting  in a circle and pass stories.  That was our favorite thing ever.  You might need an oven timer or just have someone watch the clock.  Each person gets to talk for 3 minutes before passing the story to the next person.  These stories would turn out to be silly, adventurous, fanciful, and sure to produce some giggles.  It is fun to have a prize for the best storyteller. The Blue Kaku would never have a day go by without giggles.  Laughter is the best medicine. 

Zak and I are down to just us two.  Each morning we have coffee chat.  Zak will share dreams sometimes and I try to share news stories or a recap of something I read.  Good book reports work.  Today Zak shared about Blue Kaku showing up as a dwarf in silver.  Apparently, he kept shape shifting.   Zak used to create stories and just send them out on the internet.  He wrote one about Konda.  Konda was a reptilian who wore a purple hooded robe.  He was a peaceful reptilian and was a priest.  We discovered that someone had drawn a picture of him and that was a great moment.  We knew that he existed, and others knew that he existed as well.  Let me see If I can find that picture.

Good Artist.  He has that ridge down the middle of his head. 

I have a blog about the blue dwarf my son saw at age 7. 

https://angelbell444.blogspot.com/2012/10/touched-by-dwarf-blue-alien.html

I found the following photo of a blue dwarf alien.  This one is probably someone dressed up as a blue dwarf alien.  There are others if I can find them. 

We credit these beings with being there in a good way for our family. 

Chapter 15: Opening That Closed Door. About My Near-Death Experience

 God: Nancy you closed the door.

 ME:  I did?  How?

After about 70 years of life, many answers have shown up and of course I want to share them.  Near Death Experiences happen to millions or billons of people.  I don’t even feel special about having a NDE and yet it was a big event for me.  It was life changing. My title says more about my NDE because many of the questions I have about God and my conversation with God have evolved over time.  I have written before about my experience and I apologize to those who might be saying “oh, no, she is not going to tell this again”.  I am telling parts of it again with a twist.

I was listening to a new personality on You Tube.  His name is Phil Good.  I was so impressed with the depth of his presentation.  I have been listening to other channelers and I am grateful to them all.  Phil is channeling but he does not change personalities and speak differently.  He remains conscious and complete in his discussion.  Phil was speaking of the Ego getting in our way.  His discussion was about tuning into the higher resonance and letting it steer your course.  We all have an internal GPS system.

Phil said that it is our ego that gets in the way and closes the door to God. It has taken me forever to realize that is what closes the door. It doesn’t matter if someone claims to be an atheist.  Most atheist think that they are more intelligent than their faith believer friends.  Before we knew the words God and Atheist, we were aware of our magnificent all-knowing parent at our birth.  Then religion showed up in our lives. God sat on a throne and looked a certain way and only let some people of a certain religion into heaven.  Another version is that God is the basic intelligence behind all life and is out in space observing the results of the big bang as it unfolds.  Another version is that God is Mother Earth and takes on a female form during deity worship.  So many disagreements occur over who is right.  There are so many versions, and they may all have some of the essence of God.  

After my NDE I believe the light I saw in all things is Source and yet He/She/It is as close and intimate as your lover. He is as proud as the Scottish Grandfather or Seanair and as huggable as the Grandmother Earth. They grin from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat when you get it right and things are going well.  They laugh like the thunder of Indra when you are in on the joke.  God has many names and many hats.  So relax and know that whether or not you believe it, That ancient love of you exists.

There is a blog I wrote called Snap Shots of God.  I cover more about the concepts of God there.  

Going back to Phil Good. He said that we are not here to merely survive but to have an exceptional life.  I could not agree more.  Through emotions we navigate life.  Emotions are energetic manifestation that lead us to those steps that will reveal our next higher self. Imagine a shellfish that keeps growing and expanding and sloughing off old shells. There is a challenge to become emotionally intelligent.  Many people try to avoid emotions all together.  Some emotions are uncomfortable.  With emotional realization you can reclaim the you that you got cut off from.  Emotions will be another chapter so not to worry.  I will cover this thoroughly.  I love emotions.

The Elevator Story of My NDE.  Just so you know, an elevator story is a short version of a critical event in your life.  It should only take a few moments to tell a stranger on the elevator the story before you must get off on your floor.  

About 40 years ago I had a D and C surgical procedure.  It is a minor surgery, so I was not worried.  When anesthesia is administered any number of things can go wrong.  There are variables with how our bodies respond to anesthesia.   I was not coming back to my body in the recovery room.  I could here the nurse calling my name and I just wanted to tell her to quit calling my name.  I was having a very important conversation with God.  I was telling God that I did not want to come back to my life and I was quite upset.  I had found joy, freedom, and unconditional love in the arms of Source.  I recognized God’s voice and I was reunited with a long lost loved one.  It felt very harsh to have to return to my body and present life.  I was a wife and a parent, and my duty would be to return and care for my loved ones. That would seem obvious, but it was not obvious.  I had been living my life on empty and the love I offered was not a full-bodied love.  The life I was living was the life of a prisoner of war with little hope of finding freedom.  Those who knew me back then would probably agree.  I was not the one you would want to invite to a party.  I lived in a dysthymic state of existence.  So I did go back, but was there free will in returning to this now Nancy existence?

 God was able to convince me that I would prefer this.  My soul contract would benefit greatly by returning.   I was told that this life was a gift and a golden opportunity for me.  To Segway: That was the problem with suicide.  I was not committing suicide but indirectly I was committing suicide.  Many people carelessly do not honor their bodies.  They smoke and drink and eat bad processed food.   They seem to welcome getting to the end and being able to say goodbye to an unsatisfactory life.   I lived life according to the terms and conditions of others.  They are not creating their lives but accepting and settling for what selfish other’s have deemed correct and even appropriate. (Just look at that evil person Meghan Markle) It is a shallow and watered-down existence that others convince you of living.  I had so much to be grateful for.  We had a new home with a lovely back yard for the boys.   The boys were healthy and beautiful, and I was healthy and beautiful.   I will include a real picture.  My youngest was about a year old.

I am in the middle with the red turtleneck on and my very handsome husband is holding our two boys.  The others are friends who were seeing us off to Scotland.  How many blessings does one girl need?  I was lucky.  

Here is another picture of me and Zak.  Below.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.   I see us all as gorgeous and yet, it was effortless and not appreciated.  We were gifted with a golden opportunity. In a blinking of an eye it vanished.  I am growing older. I have that 20/20 eyesight. Today would mark the 40 years it took to see this better.  I return from my commentary to this day 40 years ago.

Back to the day of this NDE and the nurse who is still relentlessly calling my name and I am trying to not listen.  I am still speaking with God and doing my best sells pitch to remain in heaven with My Father/Mother All That Is.  Nothing else even come close to mattering.  Just look at those little boys. That should and would do it, right?  I remember saying to God, “I don’t want to leave you”.  With that God replied, But I am there (on earth) with you.  I am there too and all you need to do is ask for me.  God continued, I was always with you, Nancy.  You are the one who closed the door between us.

With that comment I returned to the recovery room.  The nurse was glowing. She had a halo.  I mentioned how lovely she looked.  She seemed to be having an awkward moment accepting that.  She was gorgeous just standing there without makeup in a surgical gown.  I felt like a starving artist that just had been treated to a Thanksgiving dinner with pecan pie for dessert.  I was full to the brim with love and appreciation.

That feeling lasted for about another week.  All my houseplants had halos, and everyone seem so incredible.  I had the gift of seeing the inner being or authentic self of all other people. That authentic self was better than whipped cream. Yummy.  I saw the light of God in all living things. 

Some of that honeymoon feeling wore off. I returned to everyday life, and I also returned to some not good habits of thought. Someone would be unkind or insulting to me and I would fall to the frequency of old patterns and old realizations.  The climb towards awareness is like building a stone road up a hill.  You can’t jump ahead but God does give us encouragement.  Sometimes terrible things would happen. I would start to go into a deep depression and then remember that God had made a promise to me.  All I needed to do was ask for help.   I found that help would always show up.  It seems that I could fret and wonder and then, it was there.   It was obvious that I needed a bit of patience and faith. 

 I started reading the NDE’s of others. I wanted to remember that feeling once again. Some NDE’s left me uninspired, and others brought back the amazing experience that is so hard to describe. Many experiencers mentioned having a feeling of home sickness. That is this feeling that earth is like summer camp.  We have something to learn or accomplish and we also are here to enjoy life and create memories.  Then we return to our real home.  Many experiencers mentioned they no longer were afraid of death.  That is also true for me. My bags are packed, and I am ready to go. I am trying to meditate every day.  Reconnecting with that love and joy is important to living the life I would like to be living.  Someone once said, “you don’t have to die to go to heaven and you don’t have to die to be in hell”.  Both of those places are not determined by circumstances but by perception.  They are states of mind.  To be in heaven you only need to open your heart to that Power that Creates Worlds.  Partner up with the Creator.

Just to sum up what Phil Good was saying:  Ego is the attention we have for those sparkly things in life.  Each day is full of those things that grab our attention.  Ego is listening to those harmful messages that are all about judgement.   We are either putting ourselves up or down compared to someone else.  There will always be comparisons.  Others are taller, shorter, rounder, thinner, smarter, dumber, less educated, less satisfied with their love life or more satisfied.  There is a very long list with comparisons. We are so distracted with things that just don’t matter.   To make it more personal: I was dysthymic most of the time.  All I needed was to connect with my Higher Self and have unconditional love for myself and others.  That one sentence seems easy but getting past the ego takes a great deal of focus.

Today, I am adding a new segment based on a recent epiphany about "closing that door" to God.  I could not remember any event in this life time except those little choices we make to ignor spiritual practices.  I have a link to share about the Fall of man.  Edgar Cayce speaks of Adam and Eve as representing the first of human beings to leave God by choice of wanting to experience a more physcial existance.  I must be part of the wave of humans who entered a dimenished existance and then repair that bridge and rejoin our Source Creator.  It was more of a mistake than a permanent fall.  It was a mistake that took  millienniums to repair.  All of us particiapating in that Adamic wave made a choice at some deep level.  That is the fuller reason for closing a door and realizing it was a huge disadvantange and we have missed our Source and have grieved that loss.  Like a river finding the sea, we are now home.  

This is the link to that You Tube Edgar Cayce lesson:  https://youtu.be/lB3lTEITlLQ?si=ImHBEl5qn-NlWO-3

written by Nancy Lake

nancylake444.com

 

Chapter 30. SPS. Why Did the Red Hen Cross the Road?

 

 To Reach my front door, of course.  There was a bit of commotion outside, and several cats were either an acting entourage or in pursuit of a gorgeous red hen. My front door was open, she walked right into my trailer and then flew to the kitchen sink.  I turned the water on for her and she drank and had a lovely little bath. She was quite at home. I spoke to the neighbors about Ms. Red Hen, and no one knew exactly where she hailed from.  It was quite a blessing to entertain her for a while.  A good home was found for her.

house in Myton, Utah 

The Message of the Red Hen

The work I do is my path.  I like the idea of being part of a collective or a group.  The message had been quite clear that I must climb this hill alone and take creative control of my life.  When I speak of a psychic sisterhood, I am referring to those on a similar path.  I do have a soul group that I have traveled through time with.  This time it is up to me to expand, go it alone, and then reunite with others.

When animals do some unexplained and anomalous things, they bear a message.  I think that this chapter is all about the animal messengers in my life as well as for others.  

Fluffy white cat

As a three-year-old, I remember a gorgeous white fluffy cat. She walked up to me and brushed my leg, but she would not allow me to pet her. She played “hide and seek:” instead.  My mother was at a luncheon with other women, and they were dinning outside. I remember people filming this incident and I even think I remember my mother owning a video called “the cat”.  This cat climbed a tree in front of me and then would disappear and reappear.  For me it was the beginning of a lifelong love of cats.  My parents would not allow me to have a cat due to my asthma.  As an adult, I had many cats in my life and my allergy subsided over time. I could spend an hour or two on each cat I ever owned or each cat that owned me.  There were many tears when they parted and yet the next cat was always just around the corner.  They are magical and quite psychic.  They express an extremely high level of love and self-sacrifice.  They wait patiently for my crossing over to see them again. There is a cat heaven.   

Lucky Ducky encounter

When I was five, I won a duck at the fair.  My big brother handed me a nickel to throw in a plate.  There was a huge problem; I could not see the plate.  In my frustration I just threw that nickel hard and far.  It must have bounced off something because it landed perfectly in a plate.  My brother could not manage landing a nickel in a plate and after the nice lady handed me a carton with my duck inside, we decided to call it a day.   I had won a prize that looked like a little ball of yellow fluff.  I believed it was a girl and named it Kim. We dug a hole up outside with an old used bathing tub as the pond. We put stones at one end so Kim could get easily out. Then my dad built a coup for Kim out of chicken wire. Kim grew to be an exceptionally large white feathered adult. It was part of the family and we just loved it.  One day when I was in kindergarten my parents took Kim to the park and let it go.  Ducks bond with people and I really missed it.  Many years later I had a dream about Kim.  He was wearing a Scottish tam and had a tartan scarf around his neck. I cannot tell you which clan it represented.  Kim was allowing me to meet the misses and all the little ducks that had waddled into the forefront.  Kim loved being a father and being part of a family.  My parents had done the right thing. That was not the only dream I would have of my friend.  I had another dream where Kim was in a barn with a group of animals that said, “I love you Nancy”’ There were all kinds of animals from horses to dogs and birds and of course ducks. All the small kindnesses I had shown to animals over the years were not forgotten nor was anything meaningless.  They were saying that these little things add up in a big way. 

 What About Fish?

My grandpa took me fishing.  Our family had rented a hotel room and a motorboat. We went to Lake Havasupai and most of the trip was wonderful. I loved the lake and being in the speedboat. Grandpa helped me put a hook on the end of the line and cast the line behind the boat.  Suddenly there was a fish on the line, and I was reeling it in when I connected with it.  I saw the look of fear in its eyes and the pain. I did not enjoy that one bit. I asked my grandpa to please let it go but I had the feeling that he was sad that I was sad.  There would be no more fishing trips for me. Fish are just horrified, and they do suffer.  I really should join Peta.

Dolphin encounter

I only was able to feed the Dolphin at Sea World.  I was scared as the Dolphin opened its mouth very wide and it had long sharp teeth. I was amazed how big that mouth was, but I dropped in my offering of little fish.  I touched its skin and there was a cold rubbery feel to that skin, and it did not move away for a few moments.  I did not know which of the many dolphins I had just fed. I was looking through a window and I noticed one dolphin swimming past the window and circling back around to look at me.  It was a brief encounter but a lasting one.  They are so intelligent, and they should not be at Sea World.  They deserve their freedom just like many higher order animals do.

Eagle Encounter

John Denver would be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly.  I have seen then fly over many times but until one October Day I had never seen one up close and had true eye contact.  My little puppy Goldie had found a trail that went to the town dump.  We lived in Myton, Utah for a short while.  That is where my little red hen experience happened, and more animals will show up from Myton later in this chapter.  The eagle was perched on a low limb of a tree right next to the dump.  I was walking behind my puppy, but she took off running to all those wonderful garbage smells.  I tried to hurry up.  Suddenly, in a second, I was eye to eye with a bald eagle. It spread its wings and looked like about 8 feet of span to me.  We had a moment.  I looked at her and she looked me right in the eye and she looked at Goldie too.  She saw the connection between my dog and me.  With one big whoosh she lifted into the air and took off. It was scary and thrilling all at one time. There was a great deal of intelligence there with that Condor Sized eagle. That is the worry that many country folks face. Living in a small rural town, pets become prey.  Most people don’t even know the fate of their little doggies and kitties.  The eagles and the coyotes are going to look for easy prey and they are successful many times. 

Ferret Encounter and Smokey

Once again, I opened my front door, and a ferret ran in the door and peed in the corner and then hid under my couch.  Ferrets have a musky smell.  We decided to place an add somewhere so the owner could find us.  The owner did show up a day later.  He explained that he had been knocking on doors. I do not want a ferret. Another day we had a huge gray tom cat come in the door.  We offered him water and food.  That was it.  He adopted us.  Smokey had an abscess on his lip. I took him to the vet and the vet gave Smokey penicillin. The blood test revealed Smokey to have feline aides.  I ask the vet if I should put him down?  When I said that; Smokey jumped into my lap and started to hug me.  The vet and I laughed.  Smokey was our best cat. You have heard the saying: you can't herd cats? Yes, well Smokey could herd them.  He was the alpha male. I would ask Smokey to round up the two other female cats fir dinner and he would do that.  Smokey would knock at the door of my home standing behind both cats.  If they attempted to escape his round up he would get on top of them and grab their neck. It was amazing.  He could do things I never saw another cat do. Smokey offered advice to me on several life situations I was in.  He also had an arrangement with our next door neighbor in Phoenix.  I would let Smokey out at night and the neighbor was up early and knocked on the door to let Smokey back inside.  This routine was on going for quite a while until it suddenly stopped.  

Smokey remained with us for about 5 more years and then said goodbye. He said goodbye to my son and to me.  He just disappeared.  We think he went off to die on his own terms.  I felt Smokey jump on my bed.  That means that he was in spirit form.  It was also confirmation that he had transitioned to the cat haven.       

Pigeon, Newfoundland, and Sparrow and Nightingale

My two boys brought home strays all the time.  This bright Phoenix morning they brought home a pigeon.  We took it to the vet because its wing was broken.  The boys nursed it back to health and let it go. 3-year-old Jason brought home a huge Newfoundland. I am not 100% on the breed.  It was a big shaggy dog. A neighbor let us know that Jason was with this dog at the edge of a big canal. The dog would jump in to stay cool.  We had to take it to a shelter to keep Jason in the yard.  Then there was a sparrow that I brought home and hand fed.  It started flying and we took it to the sparrow shelter.  A lady had a back yard sanctuary for all kinds of birds.  It was good to know her. There were many more birds that found refuge with her.   

Just like a Disney movie, these creatures would come visit and the birds sang to me, and the other creatures seem to say words sometimes like “hello”.   A nightingale messenger: I was pregnant with Zak (the big guy with a sparrow on this finger). I had a bad night of tossing and turning and then about 6 AM the most lovely song bird started singing at the bed room window.  There was also a big bull frog in our yard that also started to croaking. Within moments there was a rooster crowing as well.  I call this Goddess Energy. About 6:15 AM I felt like the baby head butted me.  There was a sharp pain in my lower pelvis floor.  My then husband woke up.  We decided to drive to the hospital.  My birth was a planned C section but it had been planned for the 30th.  It was the 29th and the doctor had to cancel all his morning appointments. Years later I was spending the night with a friend when she went into labor. There was a rush of energy that was undeniable. I woke up about 2 AM and told her that I could not sleep due to all the goddess energy.  About 4 AM she went into labor.    

I am a pet psychic too.  I love speaking with pets.  I had one lady who I visited on a regular basis.  She would not leave the house with out her pit bull.  To take her shopping I had to put Emma in the front seat with me on a blanket.  The pit bull, Emma and I talked telepathically on these trips.  We went thru a hamburger drive thru and Emma said that she wanted a hamburger with everything, but she did not like the fries.  She said that she like potatoes but not French fries.  I asked her owner about all this, and it was accurate.  This dog liked cheese burgers with everything but not the fries. She was fond of the potato pancakes that her owner would sometimes make. She especially minded the oil used to fry the fries.  She had a sophisticated palate and she was a precise communicator.  

During those years of social work, I was like Long Island Medium sometimes having conversations with the pets and also loved ones.  I would say: Is your father passed over? I had to ask because the loved one would be standing there grinning.

Since most of my clients had a mental health diagnosis, I wondered if everything I said seemed normal?  I always fit in well with this group of people. Dogs will often spill the beans on their owners.  A dog might show me an image of their owner crying or breaking things.  Dogs and horses are truthful and better than parrots at telling stories. Animals show with emotions and all the senses rather than using words. It is a very accurate way of communicating because we often say words fall short and meanings get lost in translation. Also animals have no filter.  Be cognizant about that.  I believe a good pet psychic could solve a murder mystery just like James Stewart in Rear Window. 

We love you so much.  All my cats. 

SPS Chapter 25: Parallel Universes, Free Will, and Creation: What Do They Have in Common?

 

Chapter 25 in Sara’s Psychic Sisterhood

What do Parallel Universes, Free Will, and Creation have in common?

These three concepts interface all the time.  They respond to a variety of realities that we accidentally live.  Accidentally is a choice but it feels like we did not choose it.  There is a little bit of anthropology in our choices as well as dominate programming.  So, I want to talk about anthropology first.  I want that to be a foundation that explains many human abduction experiences as well. 

Whomever we discover our ancestors to be, we can look at our instincts and tendencies for clues.  It looks as though about 500,000 years ago; we took a big leap.  Lloyd Pye, and other avant-gard researchers of human origins, believe there were “others” in the mix.  Many believe “aliens” known as Anunnaki rearranged our DNA.  They gene spliced us to be slaves.  Along with slave qualities, there were advanced sexual characteristics.  Humans were designed to serve many functions.  This is not new.  This has been tossed around at cocktail parties and group meetings.  This has been mentioned on Ancient Aliens TV show in a watered-down acceptable way.  But there is a place where all the theories can collide.  Our human preferences, choices and desires.  I am going to start with monogamy. Most bird species are monogamous, so it is not just human.  I think it exists for our survival.  They say we are a herd animal. I am not sure we fit that category.  A healthy curiosity is present in most humans.  Like gorillas, the male is going to be larger and stronger to protect the female(s)?  Yes, but then what happens to the monogamy?  This is where Pye brings in the concept of smaller ape like creatures that are close cousins to Big Foot.  They look very human; especially if you are only looking at skeletons.  In fact, Pye and others believe these are the Neanderthals and they don’t have the same ability to articulate words that humans do.  Language was present but not like modern homosapiens with all those nuances.  Down through the 500k years certain instincts and preferences have been established.  Instincts are good in a crisis.  In an emergency you might not have the time needed to contact an “expert”.  In that moment all that our genetic ancestors have lived will be accessible.

There is a rather short list in a crisis. What is the easiest and fastest method to escape?  Will you choose to fight?  Within a second of time your feet are running at a breaking speed.   I am not a jogger, however, I found out I could run when a group of cows decided to charge, and they were fast.  Yes, instinct.

If you read my essay or blog on my abduction experience; good.  The insect being asked many things of me that really went against the grain.  I was one of the thousands if not millions of women that our government allowed to be part of the hybrid program.  The memory was veiled, and I did not go through hypnotic retrieval of this memory.  I just started to remember it about 10 years ago.   It is amazing that our subconscious will try to heal itself of unknown trauma.  These abduction experiences can be the source of unresolved issues and fears.  

There is a polite way to date and decide on a future mate.  The alien agenda side steps all those socially accepted ways of courtship and it side steps parenting.  There is a need for human bonding with mates and children.  Those aliens must have been in a hurry, and it was for their own survival we think.  They rushed up the process in many ways.   Many human hybrid children did not thrive and did not survive.  That tells me that there is a healthy way to have a family.  Our genetics seem to be incredibly wise on that dynamic. 

When you make a choice, do you really have a choice?  When I go into my trance state, it does seem that there are contracts with other people. We all must have known about our present family and the way they would enhance and guide our lives prior to being born.  They say it is a priviledge to be born in this age and time.   This is a challenging time but oh my goodness it is ripe with evolution.  We sit on the edge of a whole new chapter. 

In addition, we can change programs that have existed forever.   There is a martyr program, a suicide program, an adventure program, teacher program, a slave program, and many others.  That is available when there is a mass consciousness shift.   I might have realized that today.  I keep seeing times when I have “changed my mind” and stepped into an alternate reality.  I changed directions and had access to a whole new parallel universe.  When I have done this, I became invisible to some people.  People bump into me and then say, oh I did not see you.  I believe it had something to do with personal growth and not needing old ways and programs.  Today, I was resting when I kept melting into a big picture.  I felt part of everyone and then felt part of the “world” consciousness.  I love that whole experience and it seemed to heal me at a deep level. 

This last week I was having another cold.  Then it turned into a rather miserable flu like situation.  I spoke to my son about it.  We believe we have had Covid 19 several times, but it is a weaker version or at least we experience it as a weaker version.  My body seems to be adapting.  There is a program for adapting physically.  There are so many ways to evolve.  It is not always the strong that survive it might be the weak that inherit the earth.  They might be the more adaptable.

This is where creation becomes very personal.  We all get to decide our next step.  Perhaps way back we did not have much of a choice but now we do.  There are infinite choices.  How wonderful that it.