The Beautiful Answer

Reframing the Future

I can’t believe it, but this is my 365th post. It’s been a year since I started this blog,  beginning with a line from an e.e. cummings poem as my inspiration: 

“Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.” 

In the year I’ve been writing, I’ve asked a lot of questions. It began with wanting somehow to release some of the negativity I felt surrounded me, to let go of some aspects of myself that I had outgrown, and release some people who weren’t really making my life a more loving and rewarding place to be. 

As I began to actually go out of my way to search for the beauty, I found it. Almost immediately I could feel my heart and spirit becoming lighter. Which is not to say that all of a sudden, everything got amazing and better. But I started looking deeper and even deeper. I started noticing more. Stuff that used to bug the crap out of me, like the endless whining for more love, more attention and more … whatever someone didn’t have, began to sound like background noise. 

In reframing my present, I found. I was reframing the future as well. 

There is no real way to tell where any of us are going, even though I work in the realm of the intuitive every day, and have seen first hand how much this stuff works. But I know that I am headed in a far better direction than the one I had going a year ago. I don’t have to search for happiness now. It’s sitting right in front of me.

I can take my  camera and find a shaft of sunlight, or a little kid blowing bubbles, and everything changes. In that moment, I have found contentment, all on my own, not counted on someone else to determine my mood. I have claimed an entirely new set of tools to work with, broken them in, and even shared them with some of my clients. 

So on this last day of this blog, I want to say thank you to the people I have met. You are a cool bunch, with lots of interesting things to say. You’re funny and human and endlessly searching for that one perfect photo, or post, or joke to share with others. Because blogging is nothing but sharing, after all. So in that spirit, I invite anyone who wants to stay in touch to join me at http://www.sassypsychic.com. Think about signing up for the mailing list (don’t worry, I don’t overemail, and you always have the choice to unsubscribe), friending me on Facebook, or following me on Twitter (links on the left side of the Sassy Psychic home page). 

I hope your journey is made happier for being here. 

Working with Confusion

On any given day, I work with a lot of confusion. Usually, I’m so busy trying to see through it intuitively, so I can help someone release old, negative patterns from their past and bring in newer, fresher and healthier patterns for their future, that I don’t see how much of it I’m actually weeding through each day. That came to a screeching halt during the work I did with my clients today. 

I was trying to help someone see why they had tried many times and failed to find a wonderful romantic relationship. Normally, you want to approach this so the person sees the pattern themselves, then accepts that they need to release it in order to be happy, rather than acting upon them, and forcing your version of what works and what doesn’t. So she was getting pretty near the pattern in question, then circling back, not quite seeing it but still, practically touching on it, but wasn’t quite willing to accept that it was this belief she had inside herself, about her ability to get the real kid of love she was seeking, which was the primary culprit.

“Do you think it might be this?” she asked. 

“Do you?’ I responded, trying not to sound combative or petty. 

A few moments passed. I could practically hear her mind turning the idea over and over. 

“I’m gonna chance it,” she finally said. 

I asked her what she felt she was risking by letting go of a thought pattern that had her believing she could only have love for a few months, and then not at all. 

“It feels like me,” she said. “Like it’s been part of me for so long that I don’t know who I’d be without it.” 

That’s what we call a bingo moment. 

Finally, she let me remove the pattern and install a healthier one in its place. At the end of our session, she said she felt lighter and less stressed out. But it got me thinking about how we want to cling to whatever feels like us, even if it’s unhealthy, or brings us nothing but grief. How whatever feels familiar is a better ally than an outright enemy.

After the session, I did a little group energy work, to let go all the energy of confusion for everyone I was working with, so they could release anything that was standing in the way of clarity for them, or obscuring their ability to see what was best in the moment. 

About an hour after that, I got an email out of the blue from a client I had worked with late last week. “Just wanted to say I feel so much clearer now,” she said, “and grateful for our time together.” 

That, people, is why I continue to do this each day. 

Indecision Sucks, and Then There’s Clarity

Sorry for the spotty posting of late, especially since I had made a vow to post every day for the past year. I’m pretty close, with only a few posts left to close out this 365 day period, and never expected a book, a play, a potential TV series and more in the works to be happening all at once. 

Pans to travel to Baltimore last Thursday were in place, until I woke up with a sore throat (I pretty much never get sick — maybe once a year at most) and started to worry that I shouldn’t go. I could call and cancel, I thought. Sure, I’d disappoint people and not get to meet all the hard-working folks who have worked to put my words on the stage. But I was feeling crappy as hell and had no real desire to get in a germ tube and fly across the country. Not in that moment. 

So I Dayquil’d up and got on the plane. As my husband was rounding the corner from our house, and heading for the freeway onramp to get to the airport, I kept thinking maybe I should turn back. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time. 

Then a woman with silvery-white bobbed hair, and black roots caught my attention. She was waiting at the light as we went around the corner, so she could cross the street. When I looked at her, I saw that she was wearing a t-shirt that said one word, in huge letters: GO.

There was no logo, and I’m pretty sure that there’s no band with that name. I should know by now that my guides aren’t subtle. They broadcast messages to me through the radio, billboards, people who randomly come up to me on the street, and many other ways. I have a question in mind, and even before I’ve voiced it, I’m getting information. But this one was pretty magical. 

I live in a magical world, I thought. Amazing things are happening all around me. I can either sit by the shore and miss out on the fun stuf, or jump into the moving current.

So far, I’m thrilled to be here. More tomorrow. I’ve got to get some sleep so I can teach a workshop at breathe books on Intuitive Dating, and attend the first-ever fully staged performance of my play Punk Rock Mom (for me, at least). 

How freakin’ lucky am I? 

This is What Releasing Looks Like

As an intutive person, I sometimes find myself overwhelmed with strange moods. Luckily, I’ve been doing this long enough that I can tell where my moods end and someone else’s energy patterns begin.  I know I’m picking up someone else’s sadness, anger, or fear when I can’t connect it to anything going on in my own life, and then the process begins of trying to figure out who it belongs to, and why I’m the one who’s picking up on it. 

Today has been a weird day for several reasons, but around mid-day, I found myself pretty overwhelmed with a bit of fear and a lot of sadness. It felt like someone I knew was dead, or that I’d left all I ‘d ever known behind — almost like a stranger in a strange land, or a new immigrant that doesn’t yet speak the language. 

I’ve also done this long enough to know that you have to respect the feelings themselves. So I let them move through me, crying a little, then asked my guides what they meant. After all, I may never even meet the person who they belonged to, or know why I was the one they affected. They said, “Dear one, you are a lightning rod for fear, trouble and anxiety because you have shared these feelings yourself in the past. You know what it feels like to be alone, to be afraid, and to be tired or being tired. You can help people move out of these patterns and this is part of the reason we sent you to incarnation this time around. Now think about the feelings you experienced and tell us this: Why do you think they were sent to you?” 

Honestly, I had no idea, so I asked them to go on. 

“We send them to teach you what it feels like to find your way to the place you’re meant to be. This sometimes means, for everyone out there, that pulling away from what is known in order to create a new reality feels like a ship leaving a dock. There are memories that hang in the balance and they tie us to the past and the people we have known. They tie to to the future, too, and everything we have yet to achieve. This is what releasing feels like, and we are glad you had the wherewithal to see that. We show you this as a way for everyone to feel their way to where they are meant to be, almost like holding onto a rope in the fog. You and the others will find it. We are sure, and send lighthouses and guidelines to help you mark your way.” 

I love it when they do the reframing for me. :)  Lesson learned, guys. Lesson learned. 

Fragile

As if it’s not enough that we’re bags of bone and blood barely separated from the world by a thin layer of epidermis, our creator of choice also gave us emotions, which we use to color our experiences. We revel in these emotions, sometimes giving in to them or allowing them to make our decisions for us, other times running from them, drinking them into submission, or failing to understand them in the slightest. 

I’m an emotional being. I get it. 

I’m also intuitive, very intuitive, and realize that sometimes, I’m tracking energy even in my sleep. I’ll wake up thinking I’m in another country, or smell things that couldn’t possibly be in my bedroom. But I’ve learned that few of us can do the work we’re here to do, no matter what that entails, if we live only in the realm of our emotions. I had some tough clients last week — a few addicts, a potential suicide, a few in pain for one reason or another. No one every said this work was easy. But I still consider myself lucky to work with them, because transformation, or even wielding the tools of transformation, is a gift. 

We’re all fragile. We have these small bodies, compared with many other things in our environments. We are sensory and fragile emotionally. And no matter what the scientific community would have us believe, emotions do not make us weak. They are part of our living spectrum, sent to keep us empathetic to others beings around us. 

So to reframe this feeling of intense fragility that all humans share, I sat in meditation today. I saw the tiny tendrils of light and information that connect all of us, spreading out as far as I could see in a grid, a web, a matrix.  I saw that it could be formed into a snare, to trap unsuspecting prey, or into a net, to bring in enough sustenance for everyone on the planet.

The matrix of light that bind us all? It has a million uses, I found. And when I came out of the meditation, I thought it might take an entire lifetime to figure them all out. 

Reframe This!

Short post tonight, because it’s been a long day, filled with work, some fun, a little study and the completion of my new book proposal, which will share some of the energetic healing techniques I’ve been developing with my clients over the past few years. It’s a little scientific, but very easy to understand and fun to use. 

It’ll be off to the agent on Monday, but until then it’s time to celebrate another project done, at least for now. The flow of ideas doesn’t seem like it’s tapering off anytime soon, but I would like to take a little break to work on some theater stuff and think about moving to the Bay Area. I love it up there, as does my husband. 

Change is good. Reframing is helping. And with that I bid you good night.