“Life in the Fast Lane, surely, makes you lose your mind..”
I feel like I should know where my mind is, but how often do we really pay attention to this detail. Our minds are churning out thoughts in the millions, contsantly….look, I’m thinking right now, so are you!!! Hmmm…clever…I know!! I may be getting myself a reputation of a sassy medium, but I don’t think that would be so bad. Who has enough sass?
This is round two of no sleepy-sleep the night before…seriously, Mercury? I did remember the pill pass last night, so all is well in the pharmacology department. Did I tell you I was psychic? Oh, yeah, well we all are. Yes!! It is TRUE! Someone has told you this before, you know who you are, you have heard it here or there, or anywhere, with a “Whoo” or not…its still the fact!
Our ability to intuit information only makes sense. We didn’t forget how or evolve beyond instinct….just check that adrenaline rush the next time you watch Friday the 13th part 905, in 6D….yeah, that’s the one!!
So, what happens then…why aren’t we always plugged in, why can’t you read my mind…why can’t I read yours….well, sometimes I can. The funny thing is that I can read higher energy much, much easier than lower energy. Alcohol will change your personal frequency, or vibration. Everything vibrates…not always as fun as one might think, but true. EVERYTHING is ENERY. Ask your local Science teacher. Matter is billions of particles of energy all bouncing around each other, vibrating frantically, and if you saw everything at this level…your house would disappear into a trillion particles beneath your feet, and that might make you a wee bit dizzy. So, for us, we see matter as a solid material…it would be very hard to walk down the street not knowing where the sidewalk was.
For us to live, and breathe and act out our physical lives, we need the illusion of a solid world. Anyone ever hear of Einstein, or Stephen Hawkings? No? Didn’t think so! They are just great minds of our lives here. Genius of the genius, but wait….they’re wrong, right?! Crazy!!
I don’t think so. I’m no slouch, but I’m not exactly Einstein or Stephen Hawkings, so I choose to defer to their wisdom. Everyone thought that Einstein was crazy…of course they did…they could not wrap their minds around what Quantum Physics was trying to tell them…can you? Okay, Barry, up to the board: “Please define Quantum Physics….” Silence. Of course, I know you are out there…you CAN define Quantum Physics, and I, cannot. My brain is more right than left, more fluid than solid, more dreamy than logical. Although a lot of people would not describe Quantum Physics, String Theory, etc., as logic. After all it is a theory…but that is what Science is. A series of experiments, that draws conclusion, proposed in a theory, based upon repetitive evidence. If a=c, and d=g, then b must equal??? I don’t know!!
I cannot do simple math, but I CAN intuit, and I CAN channel, and I CAN pick up information from people, pictures, objects, in meditation, through hand to hand contact. There are so many ways to do this, and no one way is the RIGHT way, it just has to be right for you. Some persons may say: “I’ve been meditating for years, gone to every class I can find, been attuned to everything I can find, eat vegan, walk barefoot, and never take a shower so that I am closer to Gia! There is no way you can intuit, because, I cannot!! I walk my path!” Simmah down now…simmah down!
I too have walked my path, and it was rough…not easy…it sometimes hurt, and sometimes felt like the only thing that could be called heaven. I started this path nearly 20 years ago, and here I am. I promised you the story…….
Most of my life I have been afraid. I lived a very tumultuous upbringing, not unlike a lot of folks, and was a descendent of tumultuous upbringings…..the cycle, we call it. My cycle with my children, ended the abuse cycle in my family, but it did not end the fear cycle. For many, many years, I suffered from PTSD, and did not know it. By the time I was figuring it out, by the time I realized…”hey, this is PTSD!”….I was already on my way to being physically ill. Fear, adrenaline, addiction, jealousy, rage, defense mechanisms….all products of abuse scenarios. I had all of them. I was addicted to cigarettes, caffeine, and food. Luckily, I steered clear of drugs and alcohol most of my life, but I had my stint of social drinking in my thirties as well. These kids today!!!
I survived my life, I did not know how to live, but give me a stressful situation, a problem, an argument….then, I knew what to do. I also had this terrible habit of running away…literally and figuratively. I first ran away from home when I was 14, and each year after that lived in a different place with a different relative or foster home. I wasn’t a bad kid, I was in a bad situation, and acted accordingly. As a younger child, I can remember lying in bed, often crying, wondering why things were happening. I had a picture on the wall of a guardian angel shepherding two young children across a broken down bridge. I often looked at this picture, and formed a close connection to angelic beings. When we are children we see, hear, feel, touch, taste, smell, experience everything so much differently than in adulthood. I was very religious as a child. I was raised Catholic, but no one ever brought me to church….my mother would send me on my own, every Sunday. My sister would skip church…every Sunday, but I was the “good girl”, always aiming to please, and by the age of ten, I wanted to be a nun. I shite you not! At the age of thirteen, I was the only student in my class who WANTED to be confirmed to the church. By fourteen, I was a train wreck, and that is when I ran for the first time.
I spent the rest of my life running…full speed ahead…trying not to look back, but running all the same. Running from myself, my upbringing, my past, my problems, from the on-going film reel in my head of past trauma….running, running, running….and in the winter of 2008-2009 I stopped. Not by choice…oh, no!! If you read My chemical romance and me/Mama/is there light without dark you know the explanation….but, the real catalyst, was not just being completely stopped in my tracks by an undiagnosed movement disorder, but was a friend.
In my other life I wore many hats…I have worked many jobs, almost all of them having to work in service to others in some capacity. I have been a bank teller, a daycare provider, a counselor, a receptionist and medical clerk, a LNA, LPN, Massage Therapist, and worked the longest as a department manager for a grocery store chain…..that one was for the check.