Sub Title: The Lady with the Spiritual Pants
A hundred years ago, I worked in a very unique place of business. It was geophysical to metaphysical. We literally sold maps and flags of the world and maps and flags of the universe. We were a set of odd birds there. Switching gears from selling different guides, reading people as to what kind of tourist of the Ukraine they were going to be, and the next customer, do we sell them the quartz we founding the parking lot or the one we just picked up from a personal trip to Brazil known to not be regularly handled by anyone in the store? This was my JOB. My daily routine of clocking in and while someone would take the time to look up "you know, that purple book, that's about this big, by that lady who talks about angels," I'd be to the shelf and back with said book in hand, taking the customer back to the section, getting that 'read' and asking questions telling them about similar titles. It was a joy to work there.
We also had Psychic Fairs. At the old location, it was in the store space it was across the way, very manageable. At the new location, it was a mad house. Still fun but a madhouse trying to keep the sections separate. We had a variety of methodologies. Horary astrologers, regular astrologers, Tarot readers, angel card readers, Native Shamen, Aura photography, the practitioners changed every month but we had staples. One woman put down tarot cards, but she didn't need them at all. To this day, if I need a check in that's who I would see. She keeps telling me, "you know this is as well as I do, and as clear as I see it, but I get you're just getting a second opinion." YOUBETCHA.
There were a few readers that rang true for some folks that were regular clients, but I thought they were a load of crap because I knew their personal life was interfering in the clarity of the readings. That person tended to attract only people who were going through major drama with relationships. People are drawn to different things and I respect the individuality. Off work they were all a hoot. There was really nothing that wasn't fun about the whole experience. I am still fairly close to them all except one guy who just dropped off the grid because that is who he is, and that too, is okay.
We had all kinds of events. The monthly Psychic Fair, author readings/signings and weekend workshops. Here's where it gets interesting. It is the seeking for meaning, not OF life, but IN life. Millions do it every day, every year, every weekend. See? There's the catch. Weekends. It's the hypocrite with which I take issue. Arsehole all week, first at First Baptist on the weekend, and they wonder in Wanderlust why they can't find happiness. There have been many incarnations of "This Woman," but this one applies to this story alone. She was a banker's wife, of the Country Club, season tickets to the Symphony set, black tie events all the way. Yet on the weekends, here she'd come, dripping in diamonds, both Herkimer and DeBeers, a medicine bag around her neck full of crystals, a floppy hat with an illegal as hell eagle feather in it, a Peruvian shawl, a bag of books, a gold AMEX to buy more, and these blue batik pants. All the other items could change, but never the pants, thus they came to be known as the Spiritual Pants, and an extended metaphor throughout my life for these people. This woman spent thousands of dollars to learn to read tarot, to read the Akashic records, to move energy with crystals, to do Reiki, to channel, to speak to Angels both higher and minor, she ran the gamut. Yet, was and, probably IS still seeking. Please don't get me wrong. Go… look… find… start…stop… do whatever…the only fault I find in all of this is in not giving one's self the time to absorb and integrate information, and for those who find ONE thing and think that it is the ONLY thing, and that THEIR GUIDES are the GUIDES for EVERYONE. That said let's get into some deeper intricacies of guides.
I have personally known folks who channel. I have met several who channel to larger audiences, and I am familiar with those that channel on a huge scale. As stated above, some are crap as they let external issues interfere in the information. Some you can tell there is a divine hand in it as a universal truth because it is true today, tomorrow, for me, for you, that guy over there; it just matters. That is clear presentation. I use this analogy: channelers, as with people who facilitate healing sessions, are supposed to be sterile tubing. A straight shot from source to the receiver. Noting from the conduit should interfere or get stuck in the tube, noting from the receiver should go to the conduit back to source, that is between them. It is a very simple clear process. Some are naturals, but it can be taught. Just like remote viewing. It CAN be taught, but the naturals are just better; not set above, just more fluid, making something difficult look easy. Part two. Constant, clear contact with guides/source/devas/whomever is not meant for the current human neural system. It is very draining. It is exhausting. Those that do it for a living will tell you the same information. They have to go to retreat to recharge after big sessions. Those who say that they are in constant, conscious contact with their guides are full of it. Yes, they, the guiding entities, are accessible at all times, but to be "on the red phone" all the time… utter BS. My personal experience is that sometimes, things will "fall out" I quickly acknowledge that it was not mine. That it was neither something I knew before, nor did I know where it came from. I don't say, "Oh those were My Guides speaking to you. They need you to know this." Not ever going to happen. I simply say, you may want to pay attention to that, because I don't know what it was supposed to mean. I am not a healer. I grind my teeth at those who say they are. I am and will always profess to merely be good company on the ride be it healing or a spiritual journey. I am loud and soft-spoken. I am big and little. I am cocky and yet have little ego. I am the Ass and I don't mind carrying you as long as you're not the average tourist. Otherwise, you're going to get the 10 year old Berlitz guide, and Donde esta la biblioteca?
A hundred years ago, I worked in a very unique place of business. It was geophysical to metaphysical. We literally sold maps and flags of the world and maps and flags of the universe. We were a set of odd birds there. Switching gears from selling different guides, reading people as to what kind of tourist of the Ukraine they were going to be, and the next customer, do we sell them the quartz we founding the parking lot or the one we just picked up from a personal trip to Brazil known to not be regularly handled by anyone in the store? This was my JOB. My daily routine of clocking in and while someone would take the time to look up "you know, that purple book, that's about this big, by that lady who talks about angels," I'd be to the shelf and back with said book in hand, taking the customer back to the section, getting that 'read' and asking questions telling them about similar titles. It was a joy to work there.
We also had Psychic Fairs. At the old location, it was in the store space it was across the way, very manageable. At the new location, it was a mad house. Still fun but a madhouse trying to keep the sections separate. We had a variety of methodologies. Horary astrologers, regular astrologers, Tarot readers, angel card readers, Native Shamen, Aura photography, the practitioners changed every month but we had staples. One woman put down tarot cards, but she didn't need them at all. To this day, if I need a check in that's who I would see. She keeps telling me, "you know this is as well as I do, and as clear as I see it, but I get you're just getting a second opinion." YOUBETCHA.
There were a few readers that rang true for some folks that were regular clients, but I thought they were a load of crap because I knew their personal life was interfering in the clarity of the readings. That person tended to attract only people who were going through major drama with relationships. People are drawn to different things and I respect the individuality. Off work they were all a hoot. There was really nothing that wasn't fun about the whole experience. I am still fairly close to them all except one guy who just dropped off the grid because that is who he is, and that too, is okay.
We had all kinds of events. The monthly Psychic Fair, author readings/signings and weekend workshops. Here's where it gets interesting. It is the seeking for meaning, not OF life, but IN life. Millions do it every day, every year, every weekend. See? There's the catch. Weekends. It's the hypocrite with which I take issue. Arsehole all week, first at First Baptist on the weekend, and they wonder in Wanderlust why they can't find happiness. There have been many incarnations of "This Woman," but this one applies to this story alone. She was a banker's wife, of the Country Club, season tickets to the Symphony set, black tie events all the way. Yet on the weekends, here she'd come, dripping in diamonds, both Herkimer and DeBeers, a medicine bag around her neck full of crystals, a floppy hat with an illegal as hell eagle feather in it, a Peruvian shawl, a bag of books, a gold AMEX to buy more, and these blue batik pants. All the other items could change, but never the pants, thus they came to be known as the Spiritual Pants, and an extended metaphor throughout my life for these people. This woman spent thousands of dollars to learn to read tarot, to read the Akashic records, to move energy with crystals, to do Reiki, to channel, to speak to Angels both higher and minor, she ran the gamut. Yet, was and, probably IS still seeking. Please don't get me wrong. Go… look… find… start…stop… do whatever…the only fault I find in all of this is in not giving one's self the time to absorb and integrate information, and for those who find ONE thing and think that it is the ONLY thing, and that THEIR GUIDES are the GUIDES for EVERYONE. That said let's get into some deeper intricacies of guides.
I have personally known folks who channel. I have met several who channel to larger audiences, and I am familiar with those that channel on a huge scale. As stated above, some are crap as they let external issues interfere in the information. Some you can tell there is a divine hand in it as a universal truth because it is true today, tomorrow, for me, for you, that guy over there; it just matters. That is clear presentation. I use this analogy: channelers, as with people who facilitate healing sessions, are supposed to be sterile tubing. A straight shot from source to the receiver. Noting from the conduit should interfere or get stuck in the tube, noting from the receiver should go to the conduit back to source, that is between them. It is a very simple clear process. Some are naturals, but it can be taught. Just like remote viewing. It CAN be taught, but the naturals are just better; not set above, just more fluid, making something difficult look easy. Part two. Constant, clear contact with guides/source/devas/whomever is not meant for the current human neural system. It is very draining. It is exhausting. Those that do it for a living will tell you the same information. They have to go to retreat to recharge after big sessions. Those who say that they are in constant, conscious contact with their guides are full of it. Yes, they, the guiding entities, are accessible at all times, but to be "on the red phone" all the time… utter BS. My personal experience is that sometimes, things will "fall out" I quickly acknowledge that it was not mine. That it was neither something I knew before, nor did I know where it came from. I don't say, "Oh those were My Guides speaking to you. They need you to know this." Not ever going to happen. I simply say, you may want to pay attention to that, because I don't know what it was supposed to mean. I am not a healer. I grind my teeth at those who say they are. I am and will always profess to merely be good company on the ride be it healing or a spiritual journey. I am loud and soft-spoken. I am big and little. I am cocky and yet have little ego. I am the Ass and I don't mind carrying you as long as you're not the average tourist. Otherwise, you're going to get the 10 year old Berlitz guide, and Donde esta la biblioteca?
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