A good reminder for myself and you, the reader, today. Postcard available at my Etsy shop. Print also available by request.
Year: 2010
Grand Re-Opening of site
Hello dear readers. I hope you like my new look here at Ronni’s Psychic Room. Take a look around, grab some virtual popcorn and enjoy the site and changes. A few of the changes:
- I’ve added pages for the different areas of psychic communication I like to teach: Animal communication, Guide/Angel communication, Fairies, and Mediumship and Ghosties. You’ll find lots of info on each page.
- I now offer my readings here. Take advantage of the current reading special!
- Check out the softer look! Ooh, pretty.
- Online classes are now being offered here. Learn how to talk to animals that have passed, take a much needed Care of the Sensitive class, or learn how to heal gently with Nature and the Fairies.
- And, anyone digging the new site and would love to see pretty buttons and a cool header on their site, then go to my Designing Fairy design services page.
Next month: my 11th year anniversary doing readings. There will be a readathon and new workshops. Stay tuned.
Being Seen
How many of us were not seen as children? Our parents were too busy with their own stuff to really see our talents, our gifts, or who we are. Maybe they had a tough life and were protecting us by thinking we needed to be something else. Some of us were lucky and had that blessing and may be thriving now with that support. But what if you’ve never felt that?
I wrote a book awhile back of children’s stories. One of them was called “The Hair Dog.” In the story, from a day of miracles a dog is made from a pile of dog hair. He spends most of the story quite invisible to his newfound family and maybe even a nuisance, until one day he meets the rest of his kind where he’s truly seen and appreciated. (See the book here.) At the time I wrote it I didn’t know it was coming from a deeper place inside of me. I just had a whimsical story to tell.
The other night I watched one of my favorite movies, Avatar. There’s the romantic love scene when Jake says, “I see you” to Neytiri. We’re blown away by this moment, and can literally feel the deep love he has for her pop off the screen. In healing circles we say “Namaste.” You acknowledge the light/soul you see in another. Empaths see the world at a deeper level. Once we get past our own sh*t, we are able to really see another and the love can feel intense. We see their light in spite of all the other “stuff” in the way. We may even want to run away from it, but we still feel it. Then we get frustrated and upset when they can’t really see us because of their stuff that gets in the way. We’ve been there, we know. You just hope they can get to the other side of it.
Emma Lou, my basset girl, is great at being seen. I could have used her talents growing up. She makes an entrance into the room and if you are too busy to see her, she firmly yet gently pushes your arm and hand onto her back. She knows and is unembarassed by needing to be seen.
I thought recently why I went into the work of animal communication. One of the big reasons was I felt the animals didn’t have a voice. They weren’t seen! I felt huge satisfaction when I could translate the animal’s needs and its life transformed positively.
Bottom line, I think that is what we are all looking for. We want to be deeply loved, honored and seen for who we are, and have it be more than enough. Not that is should be embellished, or changed, or molded, or be something else to please, or to have to compete with anyone else, but to bask in the feeling that we are, just as we are, bright little stars.
Maybe it is as simple as finally being seen by ourselves. Seeing how deeply special each one of us is.
Namaste dear reader.
Do you block your way with fear?
I had a fear attack yesterday.
It felt a little like eating a whole bag of microwave buttered popcorn in one sitting. When you are done eating, you look around you, butter on your hands, missed popcorn pieces on the floor, and you say, “What happened and what did I do?”
With the tiniest fear that came out, I grabbed for more fears throughout my memories. I reached more for the negativity. Called it. Pulled it in. Like that bag of popcorn, I went out of my way to attract more fears until I ate the whole bag.
This is similar to feeling discouraged, so you grab the phone and call the one relative who will discourage you more.
You can really mess with your head at this time and confuse your psychic ability with truth.
I’ve done this with the health of my dogs. Sarah limps a little and there you have it, it’s cancer. Then I think about when Emily died and her symptoms. By the time I’m done with this rollercoaster ride I even must have cancer.
Maybe it’s inherited from my jewish grandmother who believed that if you feared it, you could prepare for it. Rather than be prepared, I think she lived in the fear state most her life.
I need to see what the original trigger was. I had some success which scared me. With that success, I grabbed for the past, a past I knew that was already done and couldn’t hurt me, so I thought. It was better than the unknown. I could nest in my fears, safe to not move forward. But that’s as crazy as my Nanny’s distorted belief.
What fear are you grabbing onto? What feelings are you avoiding? Where’s the truth in the fear?
A Spirit in the House
Last night a dead relative visited me.
The irony of this visit was I was just watching Paranormal State. I think I got spirit hugged while watching. My legs felt cold and tingling and I felt a presence in the room. I dismissed this as I was super-tired and watching a spooky show. But what happened later, I couldn’t dismiss.
I crawled into bed with Emma Lou by my side, deep under the blankets. Sarah was still sleeping in the other room. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was in the room.
As soon as I closed the lights, I saw my very first shadow person. I have to admit it was seriously creepy. The clock radio diagonal to me that usually blares its light at me all night long, disappeared when the shadow went in front of it. This dark thing hovered over me on the bed.
I jumped upright and as calm as can be turned the lights on. Yeah right. I actually screamed out, “What the f*ck!”
Gathering my wits I remembered all my psychic training and kindly let the spirit know that was a big no-no hovering over me while I slept.
So I then did what every medium should do, I tuned in.
The communication was so clear telepathically, it was unmistakable.
ME: Why are you here? (Tune in: spirit feels very female.)
SPIRIT: To check on you after everything you have been through.
ME: Who are you?
SPIRIT: Aunt.
ME: Why did you scare me like that?
SPIRIT: I thought you liked that kind of thing…the show you were watching.
It was obviously an aunt who has a sense of humor.
ME: Please visit when I am awake and not so freaked out.
As I fell back to sleep, I had a very clear vision sent to me. This spirit was very good at communicating. I saw myself as a child lying in bed with a ton of stuffed animals surrounding me. The spirit was remarking how now I sleep with dogs surrounding me and how some things never change. She obviously knew me well as a child. Still not sure why she didn’t share her name.
Before drifting into sleep, I called in Archangel Michael to make sure I didn’t have any other unannounced guests.
I have to admit, it was kinda cool, especially the part communicating which was so clear. The scary part, not so much.
September Newsletter and Updates
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Narcissist article & energy vampires
My Guides are teaching me the importance of spotting energy vampires. As an empath, these folks are our worst enemies. And to the energy vampires, we are like Thanksgiving feasts, so eager to step in and assist.
Read a good article by fellow sensitive, Judith Orloff, today. Narcissists are one form of energy vampires. I know how hard working with and loving one is, especially with no prior knowledge. She outlines some good suggestions on how to deal with folks with this issue.
And, big thank you to one reader who referred the following article inadvertantly:
http://www.suite101.com/content/what-are-pathological-liars-a132547
Working on new book & announcements
- Keep posted here. Ebook coming soon that you gotta have!
- Check out new SPECIAL on readings, email readings featured on my consultations page.
- Last call for Fairy Online School classes for this session. Vamped up web page here.
- And big thanks to the Unity Church of the Valley who featured my biz in their e-newsletter.
- Another big thanks to Britt Nesheim for referring clients over to my biz in her e-newsletter and website.
- Be sure to subscribe to this site’s feeds to get all the updates.
Empathic warnings
What if our bodies warn us ahead of time when an event or situation won’t be good for us? And what if we’ve been ignoring this inner barometer all along?
Recently, I had to drive to such a situation late in the night. I was pretty tired to begin with after a long day and after being on a “mom” schedule for five years I wasn’t used to staying up late! (I know, I know, pretty sad). I’ve driven quite a bit at night and don’t have the vision I wish I had, but it is still doable.
Driving over to the destination the first thing that happened was a deep feeling of dread followed by a stomach ache. (Sensitive folks, take note! Our stomachs are like built-in radars). I couldn’t throw off the feeling or the anxiety I was feeling. So preoccupied with my feelings, I missed my exit on the highway, something I’ve never done before! Halfway to Phoenix I went into a panic. I almost experienced a full-fledge panic attack but remembered to deep breathe. I was dissociating, a little out of my body.
Somehow I managed to get back to my exit and to head over to where I was heading. Now, keep in mind there’s a fear/excited feeling vs. a dread/fear feeling. The second one is your warning that where you are heading won’t be a good fit. Turns out later, it was not. If I had only listened to my internal radar.
Oh, and to add, you should never feel in a situation, like the third man out, discounted, and a ignored, ever. We often rationalize that we need to stay in these situations to learn something, or endure to be a good person, etc. But I am realizing that this is untrue. These feelings are pointing you to the exit door.
What if we are a different sort of animal?
How much of our lives are spent trying to fit into others’ concepts of who we are or should be, when we are a different animal altogether.
What if there is a map inside of us of where to go?
I’m re-reading Martha Beck’s FINDING YOUR OWN NORTH STAR. She talks of the signs you experience when you are moving away from your essential self and more towards your social self. I’ve experienced this phenomenon recently when I tell myself I have to do something. Nothing seems to work out on that path.
In the next chapter she talks of signs where we are heading toward our own north star and the clues to find which way that is.
If I list the times in the last few months when I felt that passionate rush build inside me these are the inner directions or map:
- I loved the recent ghost tour I took with the Wild Boomer Women meetup group. I wasn’t as interested in the history speeches as I don’t think I learn that way–audibly. I’m visual and hand-on. During long speeches, I actually exhibit very ADD-like symptoms, with some part of my body moving in some way. It’s been a long time since I felt that much excitement and energy moving through my body as we walked the streets of Jerome and the old high school. I was living one of my passions, registering energy, picking up the stories.
- I love Project Runway and I am not ashamed to say so. Seeing the textures, the colors, the designing process, all fill my head with such joy. (Ignoring the obvious nasty cattiness.) Not since the Ghost hunter’s series have I been so completely addicted to television.
- Spending time with my animals. Last night I fell asleep to Sarah putting her sweet beagle head on my stomach and Emma Lou snuggled close next to me on the other side of me. It was a bit on the warm side, but I felt so completely loved, important, and wanted. Pure bliss. I used to love doing professional animal communication when the animal was in front of me and we could literally roll around the floor as we “talked.” No wonder why I burn-out when I switched to all phone readings.
- Writing my blog. What better way to teach what I have learned than to tell my stories.
- I finally got to sit in my yard yesterday. It’s been terribly hot or terribly rainy lately. My squash plant is huge and overflowing. There’s new flowers coming up everywhere. When I am in Nature, I feel myself again. I am also in awe. There is so much to see. So much to explore.
What do all these have in common? For my essential self, being hands-on–seeing, feeling, being with–is my bliss. Anything more removed will only make me unhappy.
Where have you seen even the small glimpses of your inner passion, and therefore, your essential self peeking through? What is the common thread between the clue? There’s your map.
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