Pronouns: Aren't We All a Combo?

One of my first email clients was a man. After many readings, I found out it was a woman. At first, I chastised myself, until I realized that I see a lot of people, including myself, as some parts man and some parts woman. It’s like the Virgo sign, where the women are more masculine in their approach and the men often work in previously female jobs.

I’m self-employed, which in my generation was predominantly male, and I’m good at collecting overdue money. I often travel alone and few things scare me. I never dress frilly, I like my hair short and I dislike spa treatments. On the other hand, I’m heterosexual, love having children born of me, enjoy a sexy dress once in a while, and I still have my 1957 dolly.

So, what’s my point? Embrace all parts of yourself. We are more than just one thing and we can do more than one thing. The confusion we feel about pronouns is all good, so don’t be frustrated. Just ask and accept.

It Takes All Kinds

My dad used to call some people odd ducks, but he would finish with, it takes all kinds. On that vein, one question I ask myself often is, how can people be satisfied with listening to music and not playing it themselves?

I used to listen to music often. The same song, over and over. I started with 45 RPM vinyl records in my parent’s basement and moved on to blaring new and innovative pop music from my dorm room in 1970. My next phase was headsets and albums on repeat as my young children slept. I so wanted to go hear live music but I stayed home with them.

I’ve played piano since I was seven, and the violin briefly and badly, but my true favorite is singing. I love it all so much, and I want to ask everyone I know, why don’t you play an instrument?

On my long drive back from Vermont last week, I realized the answer was that listening and playing put me into the exact same float zone of pleasure. They aren’t disparate. They’re like my psychic abilities, where I put myself into another dimension and my body is not important. My life becomes the song.

That question is now solved for me. Listening and playing music are about pleasure and the release of reality, to enter another realm that is just as real and often easier.

Quieting the Chatter in Your Brain

A friend asked for my advice for quieting chatter. She gets ideas psychically and sometimes they are too much and too many. In her morning meditations, she asks to remain open and receptive to new and creative insights, but laughs to think that maybe she should stop that.

I told her it used to be harder for me to quiet chatter, but I learned a bit. When I can see that a friend is sick or dying, I have to force myself to pretend it’s not true and continue as we have, unless I get clues otherwise. When I get bombarded with intuitive thoughts, I sometimes clap my hands and say, get to it, Jan. Meaning do something left-brained and practical like balancing my bank account. Other times, I do my yoga breathing and clear my mind of crowded thoughts.

My favorite is the morphing game. I noticed on Facebook, there’s a little game that goes, My Mom made the best….! But I couldn’t play because I only remember my dad and his corn fritters. Mom, nada. As a result, when my children were young, I baked every weekend. You see, as a child, I envied Libby’s mom, who made what her family called the cement mixer cake, commonly known as crumb cake, which they mixed in their mouth with milk. Since my mom only bought baked goods, I morphed into Libby’s mom as an adult.

Substitution thoughts can work for quieting chatter, especially at night as we try to sleep. At the dentist, I always go on my last vacation in my mind, and time passes quickly.

A Long Life? Wrist and Hand Lines

I was talking to my son about a will, since he just turned 30, when he interrupted me with a question. Age 102? Are you still sticking with that? Yes, I told him, that’s when I think I’ll die.

Maybe you are wondering for yourself, so let me tell you about my research on bracelet rings. Look at the inside of your wrist. Two rings are a normal life span and three means longevity. I have four, which is good luck. I also have three lines down from my baby finger, which is an instinct for business. What I don’t have, which represents being good at business, are firm tips on my fingers. Mine are raised pads of flesh, which is psychic and sensitive. 

I’ve mentioned before that there are three major lines, heart (emotions), head (reason), and life (health). Some people have what is called a simian line, because monkeys share the same trait. It’s one line instead of the top two, heart and head. It means your intense emotions and reason are intertwined. 

Now look for stars, squares, crosses and triangles on your palm. Stars are good fortune and success. A square means you can minimize harm. A cross is an obstacle or defeat. A triangle is mental brilliance. 

My favorite line is the fate line. It starts by the wrist. Mine starts higher because I didn’t get serious about my career until my thirties. If your fate line is unbroken, it’s stability. With a strong line, you are motivated. No fate line? You don’t like routine. If it’s weak, you yield to circumstance. Mine ends at my third finger, which means I have had success and I’m dedicated. It also means I will work past retirement age. I plan to work until I’m 90 or 100.  

Knowing People's Health Problems

In psychic readings, I often start with a client’s health issues. It works in two ways. Sometimes my eyes are drawn to a part of their body, but more often I feel actual heat or pain there. I’ve been told I’m helpful, but I feel helpless if I realize they’ll continue with unhealthy habits. Instead of harping about ruin, I send out love. I can only fix myself. I can’t fix another person.

I love being psychic. I hate being psychic. I love that I help solve murders. I hate when I can’t save people. One time, I begged a client to leave town because of danger, she didn’t, and her death occurred. Another time, I knew a cop would die on a highway but couldn’t be more specific, and he was killed as he helped a stranded motorist change a flat tire on a snowy day.

I’ve done many years of therapy to excise my demons and save myself from destruction. Seeing the dark side is never easy, but life is a day-to-day task. Positive thoughts and actions are what you can control. No one needs my help for that.

Essex wrote a pop song in 1963, Easier Said than Done. That’s all I can give you.

Becoming One with Another

A close connection with another person or animal is the fruit of life. It takes intuition, emotions, and the ability to let yourself go, to fuse two into one. I think it’s the reason I enjoy my grown children one at a time. Of course, the three of us together is a wonderful party, but with one, I get the full effect of our relationship and who we are together.

A gal pal calls her horse her son. She cares for him, pays for his boarding, and their souls are tied together. I so enjoy Leon, the dog next door, and I know he loves me when he looks into my eyes.

Pay attention to the link your soul has with other people. As we come out of a long hibernating year, it’s time to be close. The parts of yourself that you lose when you become one are not yours to begin with, ashes and ashes, dust to dust and all. Soon we will feel this closeness in a physical sense, with hugs and pats on the shoulder. So sweet, like fruit, and good for you.

Am I a Medium? Are You One?

I keep wondering, am I really a medium? The word makes me feel I should be doing seances in dark rooms with exotic people. I still do hear dead people, but I heard way more of them when I was immersed in helping solve murder cases.

A study at Durham University says that people who become deeply immersed in mental tasks and activities are more likely to claim they can communicate with the decreased, with only 44% hearing voices on a daily basis. Clairaudient, they are called, and most heard voices in early life. I certainly did, and it’s why I was a fearful child who rarely spoke. With no outlet or support, I figured my practical nurse mom would call them imaginings and my engineer dad would say, nonsense.

Many mediums hear voices inside their heads, and others experienced voices coming from both inside and outside their head. Mine come both ways, sometimes with various voices, but more often one strong, male voice. I seldom talk about it when it happens. It was private for just too many years.

Dominic Albanese, a poet pal, says he hears his dead mom and friend’s voices in the wind and in the shower. He claims it’s rare that he talks back, but sometimes he does. I seldom talk to dead people, but in my career, I pass on their advice and secrets to loved ones.

Here’s the good news about the study. The team found no significant link between belief in the paranormal and proneness to hallucinations. Whew.