I’ve often wondered with a sense of curiosity as to why the ‘famous’ have chosen to be in the limelight and publicly air all their failings and strengths? And, how does it relate to their personal karmic ‘path’?

Last night PBS featured the life story of Johnny Carson and although I rarely watched his “Tonight” show, (too late a time slot for my concentration)-on the few occasions that I did, I greatly admired his talents. The story of his life was excellently presented and showed a man who was as complex as a jig-saw puzzle that doesn’t have a picture to guide you in order to connect all the pieces.
Most people know that he married four times – but the story also showed his convoluted relationship with his mother. He obviously worshiped this woman yet apparently she did little to build his self-esteem. On the contrary, it seems as if she went out of her way to trample his self- confidence.

Of course, the ‘Mother’ plays an integral part in our karmic ‘drama’ and usually has reincarnated with us time and time again during our sojourns on this planet. She doesn’t always take on the role of a parent and it’s not uncommon for participants in the ‘play’ to swap roles in order to experience all aspects of the human condition. Example: The Devil in the opera “Faust” swapping roles and being in the position of the lost soul (Faust) the next time around! An extreme example but it happens!

So, what was this famous person known as Johnny Carson having to learn? Had he been in the position of the ‘critical mother’ in a former life to possibly her former experience as a famous personality?

Of course, there had to be something he was working out with his numerous failed marriages. Like I always say, if we don’t get it right the first time – we repeat the lesson until we do. Were his failed relationships self punishment for past ‘sins’? Maybe seeking the nurturing in other females that he didn’t receive from his mother? Psychiatrists could have a field day with all the complexities of his brain! But – the answer is probably much more simple from the view of Cosmic Law.

Why do famous personalities sometimes lead such tragic lives, in spite of all their wealth and public adoration? From the 1930′s entity known as Jean Harlow or the gifted but tragic life of John Barrymore – Judy Garland – James Dean – - – all the way to Whitney Huston – - what are their lives and deaths all about? And, let’s not forget those ‘famous’ entities such as George Clooney – Gandhi – Sean Penn – Martin Luther King – - all those famous people who have incarnated and given so much in humanitarian ways.

Is their fame a karmic lesson on a grand scale so that the ‘little man’ can learn and grow from their experience? Or, is their karmic debt so huge that in order to resolve it they need the world stage to be able to give the performance of their life?

For the past three weeks I have been forced to stop my usually hectic life -style and “take time to smell the roses”
After returning home from a relaxing, sunshine filled fourteen days of cruising South American ports, a nasty car accident (I don’t believe in accidents) left me frustratingly and painfully somewhat ‘handicapped’.
Being a writer, my right hand and fingers are indispensable to me. This so-called accident caused broken fingers to the right hand that still leaves me typing with one finger.
My right knee and left foot suffered sprains and contusions that forced me to SIT in my recliner for hours with feet elevated. Uggh! I couldn’t do any knitting either which is my usual occupation while watching the Boob Tube.Just had to sit like a bog on a log.
The most debilitating damage was caused by the air bag deploying with too much force into my chest, resulting in the sternum being so bruised that it was excruciating to take a deep breath.
Now, interestingly, the driver of the vehicle I was in wasn’t scratched, although his side of the car took the brunt of the collision.The car that rammed into us was driven by a teenager who walked away unscathed, thank goodness as she has her whole life ahead of her. Hopefully, she’ll be a better driver for having had this drastic experience. Only yours truly spent an aggravating and sleepless night in a hospital.

So by this time, dear reader you may be thinking – “Boy! Is she feeling sorry for herself!” Well not really. Angry? Yes. Frustrated? Most definitely.Wondering why I brought this experience into my life? You bet!
This forced experience of having to do nothing but sit and contemplate inevitably made me think of this machine we call our human body. I have always proclaimed that the phrase, Body. Mind and Spirit is backwards. It should be Spirit Mind and Body as the spirit is who we really are and we happen to be lugging this body around while we are having this human incarnation. Wrong!
While we humans inhabit this earth plane, our body is the temple – synagogue – whatever you choose to call a place of worship – it’s the necessary shelter for our spirit. And, that magnificent mind connects the two and constantly reminds us of this. And so, if we allow our mind to become side tracked from it’s function,we are in danger of leaving our spirit vulnerable to damage and our body is neglected.
When I puzzled over the question as to why my sternum had suffered such a trauma that still leaves the ribs and chest muscles sore, it finally dawned on me as to the function of the rib cage. It protects vital organs of the body; the heart, lungs, and spleen. Without lungs we cannot breath in oxygen and expel carbon dioxide. Without the spleen our blood supply couldn’t flow as it should.Without our heart – we’d be dead.

For many weeks prior to this ‘accident’ my ‘Head Honchos’ (guides) had been giving me a warning to “Take care of yourself Marie”.. Being a sceptic (Capricorn) combined with the stubborn English persona – I ignored them.BIG MISTAKE. At my time in life I should know that when I ignore gentle nudges – they give me a swift kick in the arse!
Being forced to stop and take stock of the fact that I was seriously neglecting my ‘temple’ left me sadder but wiser.

Life is a precious gift. To neglect our physicality is detrimental to our spirit and our mindful perception. The Body Mind and Spirit is akin to the Holy Trinity. We are Soul. There is no division. We are One.

Mr. Sitchin passed over in 2010 but not before he had spent many years exploring his belief that the human so-called “Missing Link” was actually linked to a planet called Nibiru.

It would take too long to go into the details of this authors’ many books that record his research and globe trotting adventures to prove that aliens visited earth. According to Sitchin, they performed what he called “genetic manipulation’ on ancient Man, consequently creating us in their image. He told me (during a telephone conversation that we had) that he was one of only approx. two hundred people in the world that could decipher the ancient Sumerian language and that he had gleaned much of his knowledge of their history from Sumerian archeological findings.

His books are criticized by many in the scientific field as having too many discrepincies – and applauded by thousands that follow his way of thinking.

I became briefly acquainted with Zecharia Sitchin back in the early 1990′s and found him to be a man not easily ‘read’ (no pun intended) At that time. my late-husband and I were enjoying the popularity of our book review publication “Friends Review” and after reading his book “Genesis Revisited” I talked with him (via telephone) a few times and invited him to write an article for our publication, which he did. The article he wrote was interesting but his theme seemed to question why we reviewed such a diversity of subject matter under the heading of Metaphysics. His questioning puzzled me as most people would agree that the metaphysical field covers a wide variety of subjects, besides the subject of aliens. Then, I realized that he was so enamored of his subject that anything outside this realm seemed to be unimportant to him. Of course, his commitment to his subject of alien life-forms was what, no doubt, made his books such best sellers, in spite of the controversies that surrounded them.

A few years later he visited the Pacific North West to give a lecture and naturally I attended. After the evening had ended I approached him and reminded him of our brief telephone encounters that culminated in his article that he wrote. Although he acknowledged knowing who I was, his manner was distant and I got the uncomfortable feeling that he was condescending to talk to me. I came away from the encounter feeling disappointed in the personality of Zecharia Sitchin – but still admiring of his brilliant mind.

As I sit writing this Blog and remembering him and comparing his writings to the man, I find it difficult to reconcile my impressions of the two sides of his personality.His ‘public’ image didn’t seem to match that of the actual person. In the flesh, Zacharia Sitchin didn’t encompass the writer of such intriguing books. So, I choose to remember the man that broadened the ‘horizons’ of so many people (including yours truly) and personally gave me so many hours of reading pleasure. Regardless of whether or not one believes his theories that he claims are fact, one can’t deny that his books stand out as masterful works of literature. They have provided ample sustenance for those in pursuit of the alien existence.

P.S Should you want to learn more about this author and his books, see his biography under Wikapedia.

What is fame? What does it accomplish? My thoughts turn to other tragic figures such as Michael Jackson – Marilyn Monroe – Judy Garland ….. I could go on and on down through the years to think of other ‘stars’ who have succumbed to the burden of fame. But have they really “killed themselves” or are their lives simply a part of the Master Plan? I often use the analogy of Human Life as been like a gigantic jig-saw puzzle in the universe. Some of us may only be an insignificant piece of puzzle but still, without that one piece, the jig-saw puzzle is incomplete; it is necessary to the whole picture. Could it be that these tragic stars are maybe a part of the “border’ of that puzzle that frames the finished picture?

Have you noticed that whenever the life of one of these renowned humans comes to an end, how the world seems to come together in loving support for each other? How many people gave loving thought 24 – 7 to this latest ‘victim’ of our times, before her death? Why does ‘death’ bring such a profound clarity to what unconditional love really means?

Of course eventually people will go on with their lives with an attitude of “business as usual” once the media glitz finds some other sensational story to latch on to. But, isn’t that sad? Doesn’t this make the purpose of this talented star’s passing wasted?

It should not be. Why does it have to take tragedy to shock us into realizing that we are all in this together and that we all need loving support, every second of every day.

I don’t believe in accidents. There is a time we are born and a time we die. Being a firm believer in the Power of reincarnation, I believe that everyone of us come to earth to perfect our Souls and return to the Divine that we came from. Some people choose harder ‘lessons’ to learn than others but the biggest lesson is to experience Unconditional Love as a Human and whenever possible, help other people to understand this.

” Come to the edge, he said
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said
They came.
he pushed them…
and they flew.
GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE

I believe Whitney Houston, along with all those ‘stars’ that came before her completed what they came here to do.

Apart from the conglomeration of booths with all and sundry “New Age’ offerings’ it wasn’t the surface reality that made this event so different. It wasn’t even the presence of people such as Barbara Marx Hubbard – David Wilcock George Noory and other such luminaries giving their insights as to who we are in this Universe, that created such energy. Of course, their special charisma was there, but it was like a supporting back drop to the main event.

I was discussing this unique energy field with a person who used the perfect analogy to describe it. He said ” The first day is like an orchestra tuning up for a musical event. Some musicians are out of tune and attempting to get it right while others are making sure that their music comes across in it’s perfect place and timing within his/her role as part of the orchestra. On the second day when the performance is given, all the musicians have blended together in perfect harmony and are able to bring forth a beautiful rendition of the musical composition they’re playing.” I would have to add that the ‘conductor’ of this particular ‘orchestra’ was of a John Williams or Leonard Bernstein caliber.

What really delighted and surprised me were the amount of young people that came to enjoy this Conscious Living Expo. And, the hoards of men who attended was awesome! Gone were the days of yore when the majority of ‘Spiritually Enlightened’ humanity consisted predominantly of the over 40′s age group and mostly women. It was a common sight to see young girls and boys and children accompanied by 20 something parents exploring the diverse offerings.

From the 80 something English lady who still retained the glow of the 1946 war-bride she had been – to the 7 or 8 year old child who attended my workshop with her mother, everything seemed to be perfectly in sync. The bright eyed lady from England shared with me that her 95 year old husband had just died last year – and she was now trying to write a book. I have no doubt that she has many jewels (experiences) that she can share with our 2012 world and I felt honored that this woman had singled me out to briefly share her special energy with me.

The little girl at my workshop laughingly waved to me as the rest of the folks sat meditating and how appropriately shiny and new this youthful ‘star’ seemed amidst the older, less innocent energy. Every ‘connection’ for me was a new awakening to the loving souls that humans are.

The homeless woman that I met in the lobby of the hotel and came to my workshop that evening seemed, in some weird way, to be needed to balance the Human Identity. She shared with me that she was having a birthday next week and would be 68 years old. Even as I felt saddened by her homeless state, she radiated a love for life and she reminded me of the late Ethel Merman who belted out songs such as “There’s No Business Like Show Business” with gusto or Roselind Russell playing such a strong character in “Gypsy.”
The New Age emergence of some 20 odd years ago made a tremendous impact on people’s lives, but compared to the present spiritual awakening it’s as different as night from day. The 1980′s energy was like the bawling of a new-born who is shocked to find himself out in the open world instead of the safety of the womb. Today that ‘baby’ is almost an old crone with all the wisdom – self-reliance and peace of knowing who she/he really is.

The most ‘enlightening ‘ moment came when I gave my Reincarnation workshop on Saturday evening. The room was so crowded that some folks had to stand or sit on the floor. The doors unfortunately had to be closed on some who wanted to attend because of fire -code restrictions. This workshop was a blast of realization for me as well as the folks who came to listen and participate. The feed-back and energy of these people who were so eager to gain insights into who they are and why they are here, made me feel humbly grateful for the trust they seemed to place in my words. At the same time I was fully aware of the responsibility that I have in sharing my meager knowledge and gifts with ‘pupils’ that are looking for ‘teachers’ to give them answers. And, once again as I have often done in similar situations, I made a vow to myself that I would constantly ask my “Head Honchos” (guides) to keep my perspective balanced and to always remember that I’m here to do the job I came to do. My Ego shall not become Egotistical because I am just a ‘messenger’ and not the “Master”.

The days of Body Mind and Spirit have vanished. We are in the age of Spirit- Mind – and Body. We need to nurture our ‘incidental’ body so that it can serve its function of housing who we really are while we are having this human experience here on earth.
In this seemingly chaotic world we live in with negativity blasting at us 24-7 this past weekend served as a breath of fresh air, knowing that we will survive because there are still thousands of people who know their purpose and are sharing their loving energy.

Thank you.

Two thousand years ago, an ascended master embodied and walked this earth. He came into our midst to spread awareness of the essence of peace and love.

In human form, he presented as a mystic and an alchemist. His energy field carried a vibration so elevated that, by simply being in his presence, one’s consciousness was raised.

He radiated light. He was Light manifested . . . incarnate.

The stories which are carried to us over time have felt the editorial hands of countless humans. Some of them reflect the essence of loving kindness, while others reflect the fear and greed of humans seeking power over others. Each of us resonates with the story which reflects the desires of our own heart.

I find it fascinating that the central metaphor of this ancient story is a star. Is it possible that one of things which was edited out of the history of that time was the fact that long ago, humans were aware of their energetic interrelationships with celestial bodies?

The ‘wise’ men were following a star. Were they kings or were they masters of the mysteries of the astrological and alchemical, searching for a teacher whose awareness was greater than their own?

Tonight, look up at the sky and you will see Jupiter there, steadily glowing in the south, its presence noticeable even before the sun’s light has vanished completely. The first of the ‘stars’ to appear each night, Jupiter teaches us to sense the essence of abundance, the essence of faith. We are learning that neither has anything to do with the material world.

On Sunday, Jupiter will turn around to go forward again following four months of backward motion. We are being shown where the riches of our lives truly lie. We are learning that faith has nothing to do with religion and everything to do with belief in our own unique path toward conscious love. Our understanding of our life is being deepened and we are being buoyed up out of our self-loathing and our judgements of ourselves. Jupiter asks that we believe in the journey we’ve chosen and that we dive into it with all we’ve got.

Tomorrow’s Capricorn new moon will make it clear where we need a little help with self-discipline and will enable us to commit to the self-mastery necessary to carry us through the hard-scrabble of our lives as we continue to understand our place in the unfolding of this amazing year in front of us.

On Wednesday, at Winter Solstice, we entered into the the last year of the Mayan calendar. We are finishing up the work of a 26,000 year cycle, that we might enter into a new epoch clear and free of the old paradyms which have accumulated over time. Some days our faith in this cycle is strong and other days it is challenged by all that we see around us in form. We are asked to continue to explore the true nature of abundance and to find there the answers we need to move simply and elegantly through this portal in time which has opened for us.

Look to the night sky for Jupiter, sometimes called the King, and know that for much longer than 2,000 years, this energy has been steadily raising our awareness of all that is necessary to carry on through the Light Body, our light bodies, our Light. Jupiter will continue to lend us an understanding of inner abundance, helping us to steady our faith in this journey,

In these, the deepest nights of the year, when you light a candle, imagine it’s a metaphor for the great light you are carrying within and which is, more and more and more, pouring out of your heart and into the world.

Light is all there is.

Deborah O’Connor
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It never fails that during early spring I am drawn to plant a garden. I can’t resist the urge to put my hands into the soil and plant a new life. It gives me such joy to help plants grow and to watch their progress. Each fruit, each vegetable or flower seems a precious gift.

The spring after my husband died was a particularly hard one. I felt numb and could not bring myself to plant, much less tend my garden, which had been such a cheerful and bountiful retreat. It sat neglected, while I searched for some magic to restore my life.

One day a dear friend and I sat and discussed the book, The Secret Life of Plants. We talked about what one should do with the knowledge that this book gave; that plants feel and communicate their feelings. She told me that if I wanted to explore that concept further, I should read the book The Secret of Findhorn.

I read about this community in Scotland that began in the 60’s with just planting a garden …a garden that shouldn’t have grown in poor sandy soil. One woman had a gift that allowed her to tap into each plant’s feelings and needs. By following the requests of the plants, a magical garden was planted that far surpassed those in that area. From that garden and the directions given to plant it sprang a community of folk that lived on the land with great intention. It was a community that cherished the magic in nature, and lived in harmony with the garden.

I craved some magic in my life and decided to look up Findhorn, to see if it still existed. I found that the tiny community had grown to encompass many acres and had become a teaching facility that drew people from around the world. I was amazed at how this community had grown to share its vision and decided to take a look for myself.
Findhorn, I found, was not far from Loch Ness, so I planned to stay a few extra days to see if I could spot Nessie as well.

I never saw Nessie, but did enjoy my stay in the little village and spent many hours exploring the shops , the local music and the outdoors.

It was a simple bus ride to Findhorn, and I was excited to begin my Experience Week, a prerequisite for any future classes or workshops taken there. I was one of 23 people in our group that would remain together for a week. We were housed in a nearby hotel that the Findhorn foundation had bought for the purpose of developing a teaching center.

A rule of any stay at Findhorn is to volunteer part of the day doing housekeeping, cooking or gardening. I chose gardening and was not sorry. The next morning, after an amazing breakfast created by loving, singing, happy people, I went to the garden to begin my service. A facilitator gathered us in a circle holding hands and offered a blessing for the day, then explained that people should voice their needs, then meditate a moment on the requests. Then, we should go to whatever chore leader and assignment drew us.

“I need four people to bundle market flowers”, said one person.
“I need three people to weed the green beans”, said another. All needs were expressed and volunteers moved over to the chore they were drawn to.

We were taught to mindfully look at what needed to be done and imagine what good it would do for the garden and how it would look finished. We were to do the chore and then admire what was done and project our love and satisfaction to the plants.

This technique created a whole new way to look at a job, to cherish it, do it well, admire and honor the work done. The peace and joy in that garden was palpable and I was a part of helping it to grow. I chose to weed the beans that first day, and was pleased with the outcome.

During that week at Findhorn we took classes, ate food that was so fresh and intentionally prepared it seemed to shimmer. And, we experienced the joy and dedication of the talented folk that lived there. We danced and laughed together, volunteered at a local CSA farm, explored a magical forest and shared our stories with each other.
A healing took place in my soul at Findhorn and although I never truly had a paranormal experience with the plants or creatures of the forest, I discovered a way of living that could heal the earth and create harmony within a community.

http://www.findhorn.org/aboutus/vision/co-creation/

This is a rhyme that is chanted every year on November the fifth by British children, while standing around bonfires. They make an effigy of a chap named Guy Fawkes and burn him on the bonfires. Prior to this ritual they go door-to-door to collect pennies, much like American kids collect candy on All Hallowed Eve. They purchase fire crackers with the collected money and light them while standing around the bonfires.

This annual ritual dates back to the sixteen hundreds, when James 1st ruled Britain. Guy Fawkes was a chap who didn’t like the way the king was ruling his people (so what else is new) so while the king was visiting the Houses of Parliament, he and some cronies decided to blow the place to you-know-where and send King James to meet his Maker. Unfortunately for these so-called- ‘traitors’ they were caught before they could carry out their deadly plot and met their own cum-uppance instead. Hence the annual ritual is still celebrated on the date that it originally took place.

I’m sure that there is now a more ‘modern’ version of this ritual in England but regardless I have fun memories of these events and can still taste the hot potatoes that we roasted on the fire. Yummy! We’d toss the smoke-blackened potato from hand to hand to cool it and stop it from burning our fingers! Who cared whether or not Guy Fawkes got his just dessert? It was a kid thing, just as Halloween is today.

I just received an awesome email from astrologer Deborah O’Connar that tells of the autumn planetary changes and the ancient rituals of bonfire celebrations to welcome the coming winter season. Her email inspired me to share this British tradition with you and encourage you to visit her website www.lovedogdesign.com to learn more about this season of fire-cleansing. When you get there click on her ‘Column’ button and enjoy reading this season of the New Moon.

Happy season celebration in whatever form you enjoy!

According to Aztec/Mayan predictions our world is almost at an end of the fourth stage of existence. By the time December 2012 roles around we will be entering a fifth stage and a new beginning. Apparently before this “New Beginning” takes place we are supposedly going to experience much turbulence disasters and death. Do we need either the planets or ancient prophesy to convince us of this?

Throughout centuries, many famous prophets have predicted the end-times, especially in the Book of Revelations of the Bible.

So, where does all this doom and gloom leave mankind at this time?
I don’t pretend to be a prophet or a ‘soothsayer’ of any description and by the same token, I’m not a Pollyanna. What I do try to be is a logical, sensible individual and use my common-sense. First of all, panic is out of the question because this in itself is disastrous. People want change but are the methods now being practiced going to be effective? Is this present crisis an example of how good can come from evil? I have no idea and only time will tell.

I do know that the world has been in existence for Billions of years. Mankind is a ‘Newbie” in comparison, having evolved just a mere fourteen thousand years ago. Whatever holds true for the future of Mankind, logic tells me that this planet will survive, even if we don’t. That’s not to say that I believe we will become extant like the Dinosaurs. But, I do believe that our way of living and consequential survival will change. It’s inevitable. The handwriting is on the wall. We are being forced to look at our life style and see that it’s not working for the planet or ourselves. It hasn’t been working for generations but we chose to ignore the signs. The ‘pot’ is boiling over.

Edgar Cayce had a vision in which he saw himself in a future incarnation. He saw himself riding in a fast moving vehicle and coming to where some workers were digging in the rubble of the remnants of a city. When he asked what city this had been, the answer was “New York.”

Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce described our ‘future’ world as being mostly covered by water.

Some years past, I was asked to give a past-life reading for a woman but instead of seeing a past life, I saw her in the future. It was the twenty second century and the woman’s ‘role’ was that of a “Facilitator” Our planet had changed geographically. Water covered those places where land is now. There wasn’t enough land to accommodate the overcrowded masses of people. The population of the world was much bigger than it already is at this present time.

And so, Mankind had built a ‘sub-station’ in outer-space that I can only describe as an outer-space suburb of futuristic ‘homes that reminded me, vaguely, of a scene from Star Trek, or a Science fiction movie. People from earth were immigrating to this outer–space suburb and this “Facilitator’s” job was to teach the folks how to use ‘artificial oxygen’ in order to live on their new home.

There is no doubt that we are experiencing major changes on this planet; both personally and globally. It’s called Course and Effect. We are the course and are finally reaping the effect.

The other day I was at our local garbage disposal plant to place recyclable material in the assigned dumpster. Although the dumpster was clearly marked as to what could be recycled, it contained a huge plastic bag of household garbage that someone had dumped. Maybe they couldn’t read – or chose to ignore the signs.There was a very clear sign asking folks not to dispose of garbage in this recycling container. Sign of the times we live in? The word slothful comes to mind.

I like to use the analogy that the world is going through “Spring Cleaning.” During a major house-cleaning we usually throw out garbage that has accumulated, box up unwanted stuff that we’ll never use and hopefully recycle it into something useful. Once all the dust has settled and the place is neat and clean, it will be up to Mankind to take better care of our home so that it doesn’t get into such a filthy, state of shambles again.

I not only believe in so-called ‘aliens’ but have a deep knowing that humans have simply forgotten that there was a time when we co-habituated with beings from other dimensions, which mean other planets. Because quantum physics works the way it does, there are infinite beings around us who we simply cannot see because of the dimensional ‘layer’ we inhabit.

One of the things that I’ve learned from my psychic friends is that every single person who channels is bringing information through their own filters, so one person might say you are going to be ‘abducted’ while a different psychic using different language and a different level of awareness might tell you that you are going to be ‘visited’.

All this simply means,to me anyway, is that it’s not so much about believing in aliens as it is gaining an understanding of how time and space works. I think our ancient ancestors were much more aware of the fact that humanity was created so Light could experience itself in form, and the human form and earth were created for the sheer joy of Light bodies. But over time, we became so attached to the human form and the ways it can experience, that we forgot WHAT we are. I think that what we call ‘aliens’ are other beings operating from more highly evolved layers of Time who visit us and help more than we can imagine. I still believe that extra-terrestrials (which simply means from a place other than our terrestrial terrain) are responsible for the fact that we have NOT blown ourselves up, to be very basic about it.

I have a friend in las Vegas who is a famous psychic and she has a radio show every Thursday night on BBS radio. She is in touch with extra-terrestrials all the time and channels their loving and playful messages to humans. They tell us over and over that we humans would be astounded if we knew how many beings from other planets are surrounding us here on earth. We can’t see them because our awareness is still limited and we are too afraid. The beings she channels also suggest that those we love to call angels are the beings which have been with us since before we created earth for joyful play. It’s all just a matter of the language which accompanies any particular world view – some people are more comfortable with the image of an angel while others are more comfortable with the image of a large-eyed, green man.They can take on whatever shape or form feels most comfortable to those with whom they want to work and help

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