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Attention please!

attention

To all my fellow mediums, I need to ask a question:  How do you know when a thought isn’t just a random thought and actually a warning from spirit?  In retrospect, I had gotten warnings that my car was going to be hit while parked yesterday, but stupid me didn’t catch on.  I had this urge to fold in my driver’s side mirror, which I don’t normally do, and also felt I needed to park as close to (if not up on the sidewalk) the curb as possible.  But, I just thought I was being cautious in general and didn’t realize that hours later I’d come out to find someone had smashed my fender and bumper.  (The mirror was unscathed.)

Last year before my mugging in the parking lot of Santa Fe’s DeVargas Center, twice the thought popped into my head while in different stores…”keep an eye on your purse”.  But, I didn’t realize spirit guides were trying to warn me that I’d be attacked loading up my car.  (I put up a fight and got injured, and lost all my ID and needed to re-key my Honda to the tune of $1,200.)

In Los Angeles years ago I was heading from West Hollywood to Century City and was taking my normal route when, heading south on La Cienega above Santa Monica Blvd., this REALLY quiet voice/thought said, “Take Melrose.”  I dismissed it as nothing, and turned onto Santa Monica Blvd. as usual…well…MISTAKE.  Something had happened and traffic was backed up for decades.

During another sleepless night last night due to horrid pain and worries, I was trying to figure out how the heck to PAY ATTENTION to “the still small voice within” and my spirit friends’ warnings/advice when it’s SO subtle and quiet, almost like a whisper.  Can’t they yell?!  Oh wait, one DID yell once.  A voice loudly yelled “SEAT BELT!” in my ear when in a car with a careless driver just before he ran a stop sign.  But, that was a one time yelling.  I need to be yelled at, clearly, on a constant basis.  As I was trying to figure out an easy way to tell the difference from just one of my random and constant thoughts and an actual spirit message, I heard what sounded like a female voice say “Hi!” in my left ear.  (I had earplugs in too, along with my eye shielding mask and teeth retainers…so attractive.)  Now, I don’t know if that means this voice is going to start being more blatant and was just alerting me to her or what.  Oh wow!  As I typed that, Lisette, my fairy, popped into my head!  I think it was Lisette!  Now that I think about it, she DOES hang out on my left shoulder and plays with my earlobe.  A fellow psychic told me about her years ago and mentioned that I’d been having tickling feelings on my left ear and arm and that Lisette told her to tell me, “I am not a fly, so don’t swat me away.”  Ha!  I had JUST done that the day before!

Okay, Lisette, please STAY AROUND and help out this sometimes dense-headed and struggling gal.  I really need you right now with my current challenges regarding my health and other things.  I would also love to get input from other psychics and mediums, too, about how you recognize spirit messages vs. random, meaningless thoughts.  Do you get specific spirit guide images, etc.?

In Light,

Atheria and Lisette

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My Salem Witch Trials Murder on July 19, 1692

The anniversary of my murder is coming up on Sunday, and I feel urged to write about it.  During a hypnotic past life regression in 2002 to get to the root (hopefully) of my very stubborn neck/head pain, I found myself back in Salem, MA during the famous…or infamous…Witch Trials.  I can still vividly “see” in my mind’s eye the stone walled, dark, damp jail cell I was held in for quite a while.  Although I was TOTALLY INNOCENT, I was someone who was interested in herbal medicine and things like that.  I would go into the woods and try to help sick animals.  I remember that what upset me so much, because I was kind of resigned about my fate, was hearing the cries, begging, screaming, and pleading of those who were taken out before me to be murdered.  I cannot bring myself to say “executed” because it was pure murder.  It was horrific and very hard to deal with while under hypnosis because I re-experienced every feeling and emotion.  I gave the date, July 19, 1692 while under hypnosis, also, which I later verified…thanks to the Internet.  Five of us were killed that horrid day.  I can still clearly remember standing up on this platform with a crowd down below me who jeered and mocked me.  I was very stoic and refused to cry or plead.  I looked at the crowd of “good Christians” and simply said, “May God forgive you for you do not know what you do”.  My hypnotherapist, Shawn Randall, was in trance during this so that her guide, Torah, actually led the regression.  The benefit of this was that Torah could also see everything I was reliving and we were able to compare notes later.  Torah quickly pulled me out of that life just after I dropped down and the noose tightened around my neck.  I choked for only a quick couple of seconds before I was safely out of that life.

Here are the markers in Salem for the 5 of us killed on July 19, 1692.  It’s hard for me to not cry just looking at them.  I happened to see a TV show where they went to explore Salem and I was overwhelmed with emotion and heartache just seeing the town.

http://www.salemweb.com/memorial/

http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/on-this-day/July-August-08/On-this-Day–Five-Women-Hanged-in-Salem-for-Witchcraft.html

Where this gets even eerier is that while a friend was doing my genealogy a couple of years ago, she discovered that I have 2 relatives that actually took part in the Salem Witch Trials as witnesses!  One testified against an accused Witch and another testified for an accused Witch.  I was scared to look into whether or not the one who testified against an accused Witch had actually caused my death!  But, I finally looked into it…and…no…it was someone else the person had helped to convict.

I have been killed in numerous lives by my neck:  hanging, beheading (I deserved that one), strangulation during a jealous rage, shackled by the neck, and by a spear in the neck as a warrior Native American.  My neck injury on October 1, 1995 that has caused 24/7 pain ever since, has never responded to any treatment and doctors are dumbfounded by it.  It’s very stubborn about letting me release it.  I have a feeling there are even MORE lives where I’ve died due to my neck.  But, the Salem life is a biggie.  I may need to go there in order to release the trauma, but I’m nervous about it.  If I get upset just seeing it on TV…well…

When I learned about my Witch Trials life (and death) it totally explained why I’ve always gotten LIVID whenever anyone attacks someone for being Wiccan or into Witchcraft.  I have this overwhelming need to defend them to the death.  It also explains why I am very hostile toward Christianity.  I hope you can see why I’m not a fan of that religion (most religions, actually) and anyone who acts righteous, holier-than-thou, condemns, and feels he/she has the right to tell anyone else how they should live and what they should believe.  The spiritual paths that call me are Buddhism and Witchcraft, and I think that is because they are paths that teach personal experience and personal responsibility.  Buddhism isn’t really considered to be a religion, if I recall correctly.  It’s more of a life philosophy of non harm, and finding your own enlightenment through inner work.  And Witchcraft teaches not to cause harm, or it will come back to you threefold.  Don’t bring Satanism into this.  That is a whole different path.  If someone starts preaching anything to me, I simply don’t want to hear it.  If whatever it is works for you, great, but leave me alone.  I am a very spiritually based person and am quite content with my beliefs.  And I’ve had some pretty damn amazing experiences that would blow others’ minds.  I need to blog about them. 🙂

In the words of Rodney King, “Can’t we all just get along?”  Live and let live.  To each their own.  I’m going to spend this weekend trying to heal my soul from immense damage caused by ignorance, jealousy, and righteousness.  And, I’m going to help animals at a shelter…because that is what I would have done 323 years ago.

Blessed be,

Atheria

Buddhism is truly the spiritual path of love…

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Yesterday the 14th Dalai Lama tweeted: "We all want to be happy and avoid suffering, and we all have a right to be happy. That’s why I say we are all the same." That was his response to the Supreme Court’s decision to make gay marriage legal in all of the 50 United States. As opposed to other religious leaders, who condemned the verdict and immediately went into attack mode (fear/hate/judgment), he responded with loving compassion…a truly spiritual attitude. I don’t know about you, but I choose to believe that God is a LOVING God. In my heart and soul I know that whenever love is what’s happening, it cannot be bad.

I have had at least two past lives in Tibet/Nepal that I know of. I actually saw a glimpse of one during a "dream" one night that was clearly a past life recall. I saw myself (I was both the character in the vision and the watcher) as a robed boy in a cave with my older teacher. I seemed to be a young monk. I had this huge book on my lap that I was studying. The watcher "me" thought to myself, "Wait, how am I reading and understanding Tibetan?!" Right after that, I awoke from the so-called dream. A fellow psychic also told me once that I lived in Tibet and was very handicapped/crippled in another life.

Another time (this wasn’t a past life thing) during a "dream" I astrally flew to some old, huge, ornate church in Europe to listen to the Dalai Lama speak. The place was packed full of followers and I was in the far back. I patiently waited in a long line to be able to get darshan (a blessing) from him. When I finally got up to him, all at once really quickly, he looked into my eyes and saw my soul, I knew he saw my soul, something was plunked into my head via my 3rd eye, and I heard, "You have been chosen." Immediately after that quick experience, I vwooshed back into my body and woke up.

Years ago while chatting with this man who imports art from Nepal, he casually said the words "Ganesh Himal" and I burst into unexpected tears of emotion that came from nowhere. Well, they came from SOMEWHERE. I went home and Googled "Ganesh Himal" and when I saw pictures of that mountainous region in Nepal, I began to cry again. The only other place that has done that for me is Taos, New Mexico. Clearly I have some soul connection to Nepal’s Ganesh Himal region. Maybe that is where the cave was that I was in as a young monk?

I’m telling you all of this to demonstrate that there are always reasons why you are drawn to certain things. I’ve always been drawn to Buddhism, specifically Tibetan Buddhism (although minimalistic Zen is appealing too) and Witchcraft/Wicca. I know I’ve had lives where Witchcraft also came into play. Now, the odd part about that is that I was killed on July 19, 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials…so you’d THINK I’d have a horrid fear of Witchcraft, but, nope. It just feels good to me. But, Buddhism is what REALLY calls to my soul. I know that Buddhism, technically, doesn’t teach that there is a God/Great Spirit (love that Native American name) but I do believe in some type of creative force…that is loving. I’ve had direct experience with angels (to say that was awesome is a gross understatement) and Jesus even showed up once. I do think that Jesus, the Buddha, etc. were all Master Teachers.

As I’m at a point in my life where I feel I really need some healthier way to deal with life (and all its challenges) and need to become more compassionate to my fellow human instead of just getting angry and upset, I’m going to throw myself into Tibetan Buddhism. I have NO problem being compassionate toward animals, but humans I’ve had issues with. Now, can I ever be as 100% loving as the delightful and cute (I know that’s probably inappropriate, but I’m sorry, he’s cute!) Dalai Lama? Probably not. But even if I can get 1/10th as lovingly compassionate as he is, I will have greatly grown as a human being in this lifetime. Now, I may need to stop watching the news for a while as it just riles me up, but I’ll do what I have to do.

In light,
Atheria

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