Psychic Connections: Undercover Psychics

undercover psychicI’m often struck by the paradox of being a modern psychic. I live in the world typing on my laptop, Googling, Facebooking and using other technologies every day, yet I also receive messages from the Universe in a way that cannot be explained by traditional science or rational understanding. It’s a strange world to inhabit and on the weekend something happened that hilariously (to me, at least) illustrated how these two contradictory ways of being, co-exist.

I was catching up with a wonderful friend of mine. She is a powerful psychic channel and also a high-level corporate executive. Of course, the people she works with don’t know about her ‘extra gifts’ because they would be unlikely to take her seriously and she has important work to do. So instead she shares her gifts surreptitiously, making the world a better place by shifting organisations gently forward and helping people to realise their potential through mentoring and insights. But it’s all undercover and for her, that’s the way it needs to be.

It’s kind of sad my friend can’t be completely open about who she is all the time because her capacity to help others is extraordinary. But as we talked about this, she did something that made me laugh so hard I nearly fell off my chair.

We were seated at my kitchen table with our mobile phones in front of us (because everyone has their phones with them all the time these days) and the conversation went something like this:

Me: ‘It’s a shame we can’t all be open about this stuff.’

My friend: ‘Well, I can hardly say [as she lifted her hands to the ceiling and said in melodramatic tones] “I have received messages from the 10th dimension and been told this is what we need to do to improve our business processes. They’d never take me seriously again!”’

Then she lowered her hands, picked up her phone, and all I heard was the bip bip bip as she rapidly typed a text message to a friend.

The bizarreness of our conversation did not escape me and I honestly couldn’t stop laughing for quite some time.

To most people looking in from the outside, the exchange would have seemed very odd indeed – a high level executive talking about messages from another dimension, business processes and using a mobile phone all within less than a minute. How can that co-exist and make any sense?

My friend and I could definitely appreciate the ridiculousness of it all.

But the truth is, there are people with psychic ability in all walks of life and at all levels of our corporate, government and industrial world. We walk among you and we’re not really that strange. And the reason we have these gifts is to help others and make this world a better place, whatever our unique purpose is.

My friend is, I guess, an undercover psychic, helping people in subtle ways to reach their goals and realise their dreams. She is a magical person dressed in a corporate suit.

Perhaps one day she will be able to ‘come out’ but that time is not now. Instead she will continue her valuable work, making a difference while the many people who benefit from her wisdom will be none the wiser.

What a strange world it is indeed.

How to Travel on Faith

faithI wasn’t brought up as a religious person. In fact, on our Easter holidays, when Mum and Dad would inevitably take my sisters and I to some camping ground in the Australian bush, you could frequently find me arguing with the local Christian group. They were the unofficial babysitters who provided free movies and activities for the kids and gave the adults some much-needed alone time.

From memory, my questions for these people usually featured the word ‘why’ a lot and relied heavily on rational and reasonable thought. I’m sure they cringed when they saw me coming and thought I was a pain in the backside.

My parents said we could decide what we believed when we grew up and, until then, our religion was officially Church of England. But we only went to church for weddings and there was definitely no Sunday School (thank goodness!).

As a teenager and then a younger adult I was a self-confessed atheist/agnostic. I guess I was hedging my bets with that stance.

A couple of years ago, a good friend (who’d known me in my 20s) asked me what I thought about God now. I’d just shared the story of my psychic awakening with her and I guess she was trying to get her bearings.

‘I’m not sure,’ I said. ‘I don’t believe in God like they teach you in the Bible and I still don’t buy into any religious doctrine. But I believe there is an energetic force that binds us all together.’

So I guess, despite all those cynical years spent harassing hapless Christians at the camping grounds, I have discovered faith after all. It is a faith that we are all connected; individual yet part of something bigger than ourselves. And I’ve realised that faith cannot be reasoned through. It is not about the rational mind. Instead it springs from a deep inner knowing based on what I’ve seen, felt and just know within my soul.

At 12 or 22 if you’d said I would learn we all have souls and return again and again to live in human form (thus explaining some of my déjà vu experiences), I would have dismissed your comments as fantastical. If you’d suggested I would eventually connect with spirit guides and family who’d passed over, I would have laughingly waved you away. And if you said I would uncover a strong capacity to feel what others were experiencing when they were nearby or even suburbs or oceans away, I would have felt very uncomfortable indeed.

But these days I know all those things to be true and I reflect on that mouthy teenager and shake my head. I gave those people in the campground such a hard time about their faith…and now I have discovered my own.

It’s funny how life turns out, isn’t it.

Psychics: We’re not all weird hippie chicks

hippie chickA few years ago I found myself driving to Byron Bay for my first spiritual retreat.

A lot of weird things had happened to me that year – smelling things that weren’t there, knowing things I couldn’t know, and spiritual guides showing up when I least expected it (i.e. during meditation in my yoga class) – and my mentor said the retreat would be helpful.

I wasn’t so sure.

Most of my contact with psychics until that point had been with women who lived outside the mainstream. They weren’t like me. None of my friends were psychic. My mentor was more mainstream but even so, I wasn’t sure how I would fit into this world I was suddenly part of.

As I drove the 2.5 hours to Byron Bay, I kept saying ‘I’m not a weird hippie chick, I’m not a weird hippie chick’ over and over in my head. It’s not that I had anything against hippies (be whoever you want to be, I say) but I definitely wasn’t one.

I was a public relations professional who wore suits and loved stilettoes. I had no desire to live an alternate, off-grid lifestyle. Psychics in my mind conformed to a cliché that, it turned out, wasn’t real at all.

During the five-day retreat I was constantly surprised at how normal everyone was. In fact, a lot of them were just like me and came from all walks of life.

There were some with hippie-like tendencies but there were also business people, a senior government administrator, a counselor and a dress designer. Others worked in nutrition, teaching and a range of other professions.

They were mainstream, just like me.

The retreat helped me to understand that maybe I wasn’t so strange after all and I wouldn’t need to abandon my mainstream life just because I was psychic. I could still be me.

These days I frequently meet people who are psychic. I’ll find myself in conversation with someone at a wedding, in a workshop or even on a bus and serendipitously it will come out somehow. I’ll be chatting about that part of my life and suddenly they’ll be sharing their own experiences. Sometimes they will have been too cautious to tell anyone about it before. And as we chat, I’m able to reassure them that they are normal and not going crazy.

My psychic journey has been tumultuous in many ways and it’s been a challenge to balance my life with the gifts and insights that have opened up to me.

But I am still me.

So for all of you out there who see the spirits of those who have passed over, have insights about things you can’t possibly know, feel the emotions of others or have other psychic happenings, please know you are not alone. You are one of many who walk this planet living a mainstream life.

And being psychic doesn’t mean you have to be a weird hippie chick.

If you’d like to meet other people who are beginning their psychic journey, please join us for A Night for Spiritual Beginners on Wednesday, 18 March 2015 in Brisbane. There are still a few spots available and you can find out more at http://wp.me/Pirqj-g1

Seeking a spiritual chiropractor

[FROM THE LUCY FIELD VAULT]

As a single girl who’s recently come out of a break up I have, like many others, become once again addicted to seeking answers for the travesty that has become my life, from the horoscopes. Whether I am on line or have picked up the latest trashy fashion magazine in the checkout line, my horoscope is the first thing I look for.

Is the answer there today I wonder? Does the universe have a wonderfully fabulous gift-wrapped package waiting for me later today, this week or this month. The answer will be there, I’m sure of it.

Horoscopes are like the spiritual chiropractor for the single girl. They help us to redirect our energies and crack our splintered spirits back into shape.

Of course, sometimes they are terribly misleading. And we willfully misinterpret them as we look for answers that will validate our deepest desires and dreams. Yes, he will come back and it will be wonderful. Yes, your boss will turn up at work tomorrow and finally appreciate your talents and the very real and positive contribution you are making to the organization.

And when the news is bad, what then? When the messages are ‘there are challenges ahead’ or ‘change is coming’, we convince ourselves that those challenges and changes will only be positive. Or, if we are feeling really really low, we read those comments and they become a reflection of our belief that our lives are truly in the toilet and the chances we will make it to the other side are slim to non-existent.

And then of course we try to get the jump on those other people by reading their horoscopes. And we will read them with only ourselves in mind. We read the comments in how they affect us and hope they provide us with some guidance on how best to approach that person and to get them to do whatever we want them to do, or say.

Is it all futile? Many would agree. In fact, I once worked with an old journo hack who recalled with fondness his younger days when he and some of his mates often earned a few extra coins composing horoscopes for the local paper. And no, he nor his mates were then or would claim to be now, psychic or otherwise.

Men indeed seem to be far more cynical of the whole horoscope business. They don’t believe “in all that rubbish” and I have rarely come across one who would pay to see a clairvoyant.

So do psychics, horoscopes and card readers have any merit at all? Is it all charlatans, imagination and wishful thinking? Is the universe truly random and is any claim to seeing the future or the “other side” merely pretence and arrogance?

My way of thinking is as follows.

Some of those who claim to successfully seek the answers to the questions of the future are liars, pretenders and the worst kind or deceivers. They claim to give hope to some and their provision of dire predictions and bad news do nothing but damage the innocent and naïve.

But I believe that some do have that power. How else can I possibly explain the clairvoyant I saw the other day?

I placed photos face down on a table and he told me about those people. He knew their names and things about their lives that I knew to be true. And he told me about things I did not know but later confirmed with others to be true.

And how did I feel about this experience? I felt the way I do every time I see a clairvoyant who does see the way ahead. Unnerved, with fleeting chills down my spine and the knowledge that there is a path and design in play that is far beyond my understanding.

As for the horoscopes, I have seen repeated patterns in those who share the same star sign. The desire of the Virgo for order, the Capricorns constant strive for security, the Aquarians esoteric take on life combined with a grounded common sense. And then there is the repeat of certain signs around me at different times in my life. Surrounded by Capricorns and Scorpios one minute, and then Virgos in every key position in my life, my lover, my best friend and my boss.

I have no explanation for any of this of course. In fact, many people would no doubt dismiss it all as coincidence and rationally argue away the existence of any pattern or explanation.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t for a minute claim that for example, each and every Libran is the same person in a different body. We do not all have the same beliefs, values and attitudes because we are born in the same month. These are shaped by our lives, our families and our culture.

What I do think that intrinsic characteristics will make themselves known, dependent on when you were born. And there will be times when certain signs are attracted to each other simply because the energy is right. This is merely, as they say, the pattern of life.

So keep on seeking the answers from whatever spiritual chiropractor you choose, it’s all part of the journey.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I just need to check the prediction for Libra this week – I’m feeling lucky.

PS. A good friend of mine once told me that at the end of every year she buys all the trashy magazines and seeks answers from within their horoscope pages.

If the predictions are negative or don’t meet her expectations, she throws them out.

But she always keeps the good ones.