Numerology is the practice of the significance of numbers that dates back thousands of years. None other than the philosopher Pythagoras is considered to be the father of numerology. Pythagoras believed the entire universe could be explained and expressed by numbers. Although he did not invent numerology, it is a practice that is based in his theories.

Numerology is less a form of divination than it is a practice that offers insights from a person’s name and birth date in the belief of giving insight and direction to one’s personality, life lessons and direction. I believe the reason I love numerology so is that although it does contain elements of destiny, it never dismisses the gift of free will of an individual. One might receive indications of directions and personality traits, but they are indicated for the purpose of surmounting the negative aspects and developing the positive ones. The practice works on single digit values of 1 through 9, except for the master numbers 11 and 22.

Life path Numerology is that aspect of Numerology that uses one’s birth date to determine one’s life path, challenges and strengths. The following is a summary of numbers 1-9 along with 11 and 22.

1. People whose birth numerology is 1 are born leaders. Generally ambitious they are also do-it-yourself types that have difficulty accepting assistance. Those born under the 1 energy are blessed with motivation and enthusiasm. The downside is that a 1 can become pushy and controlling when their visions are at stake. They can also be self-absorbed, jealous and a bit O.C.D. This personality works best alone.
2. People whose birth numerology is 2 are optimistic as well as being diplomatic. They generally have a clear idea of fairness and ethics and although they tend to be indecisive in their personal lives, they have inspired ways to resolve matters. Working best in tandem with others, the 2 and is easy to work with. Socialization is tantamount to an idealist and they can become depressed and anxious if they stray from the given path. The 2 loves order they can be ‘collectors’ in the sense that they have a strong pack rat streak.
3. People whose birth number is 3 are creative, witty, imaginative and generally joyful. Because of their innate creativity, they tend to come up with unorthodox solutions. The 3 always plays to win and can be difficult to get along with when their competitive streak emerges. Being very black or white thinkers, when the 3 strays from their path their world can become very dark and this personality tends towards substance abuse.
4. People whose birth number is 4 tend to be highly organized, very hardworking and practical. The 4 is most often viewed as a pillar of their community. The 4 tends to be very strong willed and can be viewed as selfish when trying to press an agenda. The 4 will go a long way to avoid people thinking badly of them. The 4 tends to be very set in their ways, and unimaginative. They have but one or two friends to which they are very loyal and the rest are acquaintances.
5. The 5 loves to socialize, is willing to take chances and loves to appear to be generous. Those born under this number are highly inquisitive and abstract thinkers. Drawn towards puzzles you will often find the 5 drawn to careers as scientists, anthropologists and teachers. They tend to be ‘jacks of all trades’ but tend to have difficulty staying on task. Chaos is the motivator of the opportunist and that can be very difficult on those who live, work and play with them.
6. The 6 is the most dependable, compassionate and nurturing of the numerology spectrum. You will often find them drawn to careers in the service of others such as doctors, nurses, police and firefighters. They are generally mature souls who are unafraid to take responsibility. They are also natural born leaders. A 6 must guard against taking on other people’s problems and entering into codependency situations.
7. The Seeker. The 7 is inquisitive, spiritually minded and often seen as eccentric. They are happiest when pursuing intellectual goals. They are meticulous in their work and tend to shy away from chaotic people and places. The 7 tends to have narrow and sometimes myopic views of relationship and they do not make friends easily. Because the 7 tends to be analytical and skeptical they tend to dismiss popular culture and all things associated with it. As a result they can become pessimistic, cynical and isolate themselves.
8. The 8 are people who seek to become accomplished and educated which results in a wealth of culture, diversity of friends and often, money comes easily to them as they are very adept at spotting trends and opportunities. The 8 is often charismatic personality who leans toward the social climber energy. Because their goals are gear toward status, they can be tyrants to love, live and work with. This might seem in conflict with the fact that the 8 is the most charitably minded of the numerology spectrum.
9. The 9 is analytical, inspirational and highly intuitive. Of the numerology spectrum, the 9 is the humanitarian. They tend to have high moral standards and their ethics tend toward diplomatic, ecological and social values. They are willing to take on and fight the good fight for justice for themselves and others without the reward of monetary gain. Their goal is spiritual and tends not to be materialistic. They despise drama but will take on the fight because of a strong sense of justice. The 9 does lack perspective in that it tends to think the best of everyone and can become disillusioned and angry when that perspective proves false. The 9 must guard against blind trust and must learn the difference between forgiveness and trusting.

Master Numbers:

Eleven: The 11 is enlightened, looks to the future and strives to hold an enlightened view of the world and humanity. Their path is concerned with spiritual enlightenment. The 11 will often sacrifice everything – family, love and friends in order to pursue metaphysical and occult knowledge. They are chameleons when it comes to careers often changing careers every few years impacting financial security. In that regard they are late bloomers and often do not attain financial security until middle age. The visionary often tends to the dysfunctional emotionally as well, often suffering from depression and are often thought to be bipolar and schizophrenic in nature. The visionary is often viewed as a dreamer in modern society and rarely attains any material or financial success.

Twenty-two: The 22 is goal oriented, business minded and is focused on the international or wide-ranging rather than the domestic. This is probably the most powerful personality in terms of manifesting things into reality. They work for material gain with the idea that wealth needs to be spread in order to do any good. These personalities often achieve great success and prestige, but it is secondary to their goals which are globally ascension oriented in nature. The 22 has difficulty with remaining flexible to enable others to make their own contribution to the larger picture and tend toward the manipulative energy.

When I first started learning about numerology, the first thing I learned was that birth dates, once calculated, give indications to one’s life path. This is a simple calculation you can do for yourself. One adds their birth date numbers together until one comes down to a single value. I will use my own birth date as an example:

February 9, 1960 or 02-09-1960

At this point you add the numbers together:

2+9+1+9+6+0= 27

Because 27 is not a single value number we add those digits together:

2+7 = 9

by Psychic Susan Speaks With Spirit

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I shuffled the cards. Threw a Celtic Cross spread (go big or go home!). Finally, I was going to have the answer to why my mother-in-law despised me so. Here it was! Only, well, there it decidedly wasn’t. What I had before me may as well have been a commentary on flavored cream cheeses.

So I did what any true reader of the oracle would do in a case like this: I threw it again. And again. And even again. Over and over until I determined that they were stupid cards that didn’t carry with them any insight at all. Cards with no mystical connection and, worse, a waste of $16.00 or – loosely translated – two pair of Evan-Picone pantyhose (Right now, Susan Speaks with Spirit is no doubt totally nodding in commiseration).

Swishing them off of the table back into their box – as one may sweep a pile of garlic bread crumbs from the table cloth into one’s palm – I thought I remembered something about storing these things. Oh, yes — more Tarot rules. Seems these high-maintenance, spiritually-mute cardboard rectangles had to be wrapped in something that would be used only for them(sounded like the box they came in to me). Then I remembered this long, narrow, cotton-plaid scarf I had tucked in the back of the drawer. With zero mystical fanfare, I wrapped them and – with their useless too-chubby book – placed them, ironically, into my pantyhose drawer.

Over the years, I would occasionally remove the cards from their little pastel-checked nest and shuffle them around. Throw a spread. Read a bit of the instruction manual. I never salted them, sprayed them, smudged them or lit candles around them. Those of you for whom I’ve had the privilege of reading; those who have read my blogs; and certainly my colleagues know I’m not exactly a paint-my-body-blue-and-dance-in-the-moonlight type of mystic.

Eventually, I read the instruction book. I sort of memorized the general card meanings. I visited readers who used the tarot some exclusively; some as a tool to enhance their gifts. I read a book blending the philosophies of Carl Jung with the imagery of the Tarot. It was perhaps the latter that finally, decades after the Death card caught my eye on that bookshelf, provided me with the stepping stone on which I’ve built my personal style of interpreting the Tarot.

While each card has a meaning to me dependent on its placement in the spread, spread style, the way the question is phrased and all of the traditional Tarot rules and regulations ~ I learned that the Tarot is far more personal than just that. I learned that rather than stepping –in- to a reading, focusing closely on the pedantic wording, I was much better served to step out.

I’ve found that focusing on the imagery, colors, numbers and symbolism of the cards in addition to the general meaning has proven an invaluable way to interpret. I admire (more than words can say!) those readers who throw a card and deliver that knowing – and I do mean knowing – nod of understanding. For me, stepping back from the hard-fast interpretation provided in the accompanying instruction manual has relieved me of “Tarot anxiety” and opened a world of insight.

Using this technique, making them my own by relaxing and letting the cards speak to me rather than the other way around, I can now truly enjoy their mystical and artistic beauty and the clarity they can add to a reading (and they definitely outlived my pantyhose).

by Psychic Reader and Tarot expert Julianna Day
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I am a normal tarot card reader by any standard, not a greatly advance one, or rather was as I do not use them in readings anymore. I never took the time to read word for word the companion Rider-Waite exploratory material that came along with my cards, nor did I spend countless hours with my head buried deep in a book of Tarot theoretical literature at my nearest library. Nor did I group myself with like minded readers with whom I could talk endlessly about the attributes of the Magician card or the nuanced minutia of a lesser arcana arrangement. In fact, as tarot readers go I would say I was just barely par but not much more. I knew what the basic prevailing thoughts behind each major arcana card was though I never allowed that to anchor what I felt from the card. I understood the four suits of the minor arcana and what they supposedly represented. I knew a few spreads and I understood the basic concepts of how to read using a Rider-Waite deck. I never used anything other than the Rider-Waite deck. I started using it when I was still in high school, charging a buck for a quick spread at lunch.

It was fun for me and seemed to really get friends, family and clients into the reading more when I would pull out those over-sized cards and begin to shuffle. In a way, they helped me with my confidence to read professionally as they were akin to training wheels, allowing me to bear my weight down on their thin frames of paper and ink. But in time, as with many readers who read daily, I began to realize that the cards themselves brought nothing mystical or magical to the reading, but it was all me. I began to see that the cards were in the truest sense like that of a key to help me unlock my own intuitive skills of divination and understanding. I began to see how relying on the cards after gaining a certain amount of proficiency worked only to hinder my progress and not further it because I deferred too much to the cards’ pictorial explanations of what I was seeing in my mind and feeling in my being.

In time, readings with the cards actually became problematic as what I was seeing and feeling would some times conflict with what the cards drawn were suppose to mean, and it didn’t take long for me to see that in almost every case it was my instinct that was right about what to do next for the problems at hand. I began to understand that I was merely stretching words and logical counter-factual circumstances together to get the cards to correspond to what I was seeing and feeling inside myself, even if they truly didn’t. This brought forward a sense of feeling lost in me. It worried me that maybe all the faith I had put in the cards for years was somehow misplaced and that they weren’t these magical mystical tools I had been led to believe. They weren’t, in fact, something that can be used by anyone to see all he needed to see about the world, but talent and intuition still held powerful sway over whether a reading would be good or not. It was clear that I had falling into the trap of equating using Tarot cards exclusively in readings with being psychic.

In time, I lost my cards. I think that was a divine gesture to force me to stop using them and I began to use simply my own intuition and clairvoyant talents in readings where I actually began to see more without the cards, pick up names and see person’s in my head, dates and figures in business readings. My theory that the cards kept me from relying totally on myself and my natural talents and therefore held me back bore out as a truth to my perceptions of what happened after losing the cards. It was scary, reading without the cards for the first first times. I remember the first professional client I read solo was a regular of mine, Victoria, a wealthy socialite whose husband is one of the premier lawyers in Atlanta. She was referred to me by another client I had while still in college, a TA in my practical statistic class. She was a great lady, plump and rosy cheeked, overly dramatic and prone to making large gestures with her hands. She sat in the parlor of my house sipping gingerly on sweetened mint ice tea I had freshly brewed for the days’ clients. I brought over my quartz crystal and some sage incense to help cleanse the energy around us as I did before every reading. She was chatting along to no one in particular as she often does: simply talking to the air for comfort, sending out her thoughts and concerns with her words in hopes of getting a response. I agreed to something I didn’t really hear and nervously fluttered around the room like a stabled horse with a need to run, grabbing up supplies I needed for a focused energy session I would do with her toward the end of the regular session. I hadn’t told her I was going sans cards that day and didn’t know how she or any of my clients would take it as some of them truly seemed to enjoy the participation cards allowed by their need to shuffle and then point out certain cards for more specific information.

My son was 13 at the time and she wanted to know all about what he was doing in school and how he was. She adored him but I wagered she adored my old familiar tarot deck more. She was a lovely older woman, a southern belle from the old world, having been part of the 50′s society cotillion dances and coming out balls of her day. She was of old money and was very impressed with my being a professional reader who owned a home in a nicer neighborhood. She would joke, “I pay you too much if you can live this close to me.” But she and I were from two different worlds, not merely physically where I lived in greater Dunwoody and she in John’s creek the most affluent neighborhood in Dunwoody or Georgia for that matter, but our differences expended to how we are seen by the greater community where I am seen as a con man but was merely a struggling professional trying to be seen as equally legitimate in my craft as my lawyer and doctor counterparts while she was able to contentedly gorge on all the legitimacy she could want from being married to a prominent southern lawyer. But she was such a sweet lady that her silly jokes never phased me.

I sat down, facing her, nervously drinking from my glass and then spitting out lemon seeds in my napkin. I had squeezed half of a fresh lemon in her and my glasses. Its carcass, lifeless and distorted, was discarded in the small trash receptacle I kept at the heel of the table for wrappers of Little Debbie snacks I keep on hand for clients as a snack. “Sorry,” I apologized, hoping I didn’t offend her delicate sensibilities with my nervous fits of releasing quick blitzes of lemon-seed spatter in my napkin covered palm.

If anyone would have an issue with a change in my reading style it would be Victoria. She was a creature of habit, always coming to see me on the same day of the week, during the same time of month, with the same cadre of issues. She presented me with the same affable personality each time she came, never varying her attitude nor her smiling ruby colored lips. Her glowing eyes always seemed to wink at me in the corners. She seemed to have the knowing glance of contentment attained by a person who had a well lived life. Even her eye makeup was applied the same way, in the same shades, each time I saw her. She had a critical eye for change. When I saw any differences in the energies around her marriage or her husband’s business endeavors, she would question my words incredulously though never rudely. She didn’t like change. She was the best person on which to test my new style of reading. With her reaction, I could gauge how other, less picky established clients would possibly react. I had an hour after her before another client was coming. I had already decided, if she reacted badly to the change, I would run out and drive to the nearest book store where I knew the Rider-Waite deck was sold and rush back to work with my dignity hopefully still in tact.

“Okay, “ I said. There was a small card table between us and I reached my hand out for her to place hers in my palm. “May I see the hand you write with.” She simply looked on at first, not shocked or surprised but simply unaware of what was happening. Clearly she was not used to this procedure after a year and a half of coming to see me. “Where are your cards, Mondez?”

“I lost them.” I gestured with my hand, a sort of extra extension, for her to place her hands in mine.

“Oh, “ she said. “That’s not good. A psychic who loses things.” She made a self congratulatory chuckle and said: “You can read me without them though or should we go get some cards?”

“No, I can read without them.”

“Oh, okay.” She quickly plopped her right hand in my palm. And that was it. All my fears bottled up, the nervousness, all my second guessing was for not. She didn’t even seem to care. She trusted me and that was enough. I closed my eyes and began to clear my mind, without focusing on cards or patterns or shuffles, but just allowing my mind to clear.

When I lost my cards earlier that week, I read for my brother’s wife without them as a practice run, and I discovered I could see visions more vividly than when I relied heavily on the pictures of the cards to tell me where to move next in the reading.

In my mind’s eye, I saw Victoria and her husband together at the High Museum of Art during some event. It was as clear as a picture on television. I could see she wore a light pink colored evening dress made out of a flowing material like silk, and he a blueish suit worn with a deep crimson tie. There was an insignia pin festooned on his breast pocket. These sorts of details I would never have seen had I spent my energy focusing on pictures drawn on cards. Details of things she had told me about months ago began to flood my mind, but now I could see answers where before there was only the Devil’s card or see a way around a coming failure where before there would only be the Hanged Man. Afterward, Victoria gave me an extra 35 dollars as a tip I suppose and said, “don’t use the cards anymore when you read me, Mondez, please. Do you realize you described Harold to me today and that’s the first time ever you’ve done that? I never told you how he looked besides he was getting too old for jogging but you described him. I mean not just his curly black hair, which you saw was graying, but down to the club pin he wore at the charity event where we argued the other night. You even got the scar on his chest right. That is from his second tour in Vietnam. A grenade went off by mistake. He and three other guys got hurt. I never told you that. That’s impressive. I knew you could feel his thoughts and things before but you saw things today, Mondez. Whatever you need those cards for I would prefer you no longer use them with me. The reading today was the best one we’ve ever had.” I agreed to her request.

She walked out, taking along with her the fears and sense of loss I had when losing my cards. The act of closing the door behind her sealed out my need to ever use tarot cards again. I have since not used any divination tool to help in my readings though I do not at all look down on readers who do as my personal experiences are just that. I know from years of working in private practice and the festival circuit that many clients want a reader who uses cards and I’ve even been tempted a few times while working festivals to buy a deck and pull them out at the booth where I’m working mostly as props than anything else, but I never do. I don’t want to misrepresent myself. I simply keep a few quartz crystals around my booth as I actually use them and benefit from their presence but I often see customers look at my nearly empty booth, compare that view with another reader who has cards and runes and charts on her booth and walk off headlong to the other reader’s more entertaining booth regardless how good or not she may be at her job. It would surely be more entertaining, I assume they think.

When I work festivals or fairs, I look at the other readers there, as there is always one or two more readers there, and I see them handling their oversize, almost “cartoonish”, cards with their happy, smiling, entertained customers shuffling and pointing at pictures for more detail, and I wonder if those readers really need the cards, or have they in time simply become a prop. I guess it’s not important, really, as long as the job gets done. But for me, getting it done has become a lot more clear without the crutch of the cards; without the leash on my talents and with full appreciation now for what I can do all on my own.

by the acclaimed Clairvoyant, Psychic Reader, Business psychic, and Tarot expert Mondez Durden.
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The answers were as varied as you could imagine – ranging from something just shy of running them down in the parking lot to letting Karma work its magic. (My personal favorites were those who asked qualifying questions: What were the items? and Where were they in the cart? When in doubt, add a gray area, I suppose.)

As is always the case with moral brain teasers, our answers tell us singularly about ourselves. Often, even, how we feel about ourselves and how we perceive ourselves. Do we pre-suppose either the best case or worst? Do we judge and declare not only a verdict but go a step further and take it upon ourselves to assign a suitable punishment?

I once took a philosophy class, “Kant, Hegel, Marx”. I don’t remember if I took it because I had temporarily lost my mind, or if the only other credit choice was to be hung upside down, suspended over a fire pit.

Because no one could actually pass the class, the professor quickly offered an ongoing extra-credit assignment: Each Monday, he would post on his office door two articles out of the newspaper. We had only to choose which one was morally more offensive, and write about why. Great. Easy A. Or so I thought until I saw the first two articles.

I won’t gray your hair with the details; suffice to say one story was as bad as the other. Those of us who had raced to the door to see the posting stood there, dumbstruck. Turns out that life – ripped from the headlines, as the saying goes – wasn’t quite as black and white as we had hoped. Certainly not as represented on Professor Andrew’s office door.

As we slunk into class on Tuesday, our professor beamed with (victory). Life, he reminded us, is about judgment calls. Moral dilemmas are the periodic mid-terms in Soul Growth School. Like any exam, we must draw on our own experiences, the experiences of those around us, employ empathy and compassion, both – yet neither should cloud the truth.

When you go through your days, this week, keep an eye open for the opportunity to quiz yourself with some of the hard questions. Situations in which those involved are clearly neither right nor wrong. Be brave and give the scenarios genuine thought. Think till it hurts. Engage your heart. Put yourself in the position of those in the scenario – draw on your personal experience. Take yourself back to “school.” Your answers may surprise even you!

by Psychic Julianna Day
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Yet it always felt as though I was the one being violated, as though my mind was unable to keep up with all the random thoughts and information that downloaded itself when I was in very large crowds. I would become nauseated and vomit or faint or at times lose my balance and stumble. This uncomfortable feeling of being too close to people whom I didn’t really know and the sickness that came with that created a phobia in time, where being in crowds of people simply was not done. My mother, being an attentive mother, did not fail to notice these panic attacks and began to keep me from crowds.

Aside from this memory of my childhood, I remember having, what now would be considered, very peculiar habits. I remember sensing that my mother, subconsciously, was very worried about my seemingly odd nature though she always attempted to seem unphased by my actions. It would make sense she would worry about the screaming and kicking I would do if talks about taking me to a shopping center or restaurant and all their crowds implied came about, anywhere I knew there would be or could be more than a dozen or so people in close proximity, not moving but sitting or standing in one place, thinking over their lives and past mistakes; there was also the tendency I had as a child to walk outside nearly nude and without shoes. In inclined weather or not, I felt a need to be close to the foliage that covered any wooded area I attended. The paws of my feet pressed up against the moist soil of a forest bed floor would feel as natural to me as some would sitting in a flat in a city center.

We had a big wooded area behind our house and I would always access it via a small hole in the backyard fence and strip off as much of my clothing as permissible by the weather and walk toward the hum of the forest, that place where my heart felt most at home. No one seemed to be able to hear this hum but me, but it was distinct and strong. I never knew where I would go as I followed wherever the hum would take me. Every day the direction of my feet would change depending on where the hum was. It would lead me to that day’s adventure of dead birds needing burying or newly blooming honeysuckle plants needing me to pay homage by plucking the some sweet nectar for me to sample. Back in my youth, a kid could disappear for an hour or so in the back yard or with his friends without tipping off an amber alert.. It was a peaceful time for me and a time that I most remember as feeling utterly connected with nature. Time has been unkind to that bond as I’ve largely grown out of those habits though I still never wear shoes out in the garden or when ever I can get away with it. I feel that life has changed only in the fact that now I’m aware that like many others in the world, I’m extremely intuitive. Not so special that I lack a true feeling of normality in my life but simply I’m clairvoyant and telepathic and I was never led to believe that I somehow was different.

I do believe we all have some innate or latent potential for psychic ability. But not everyone is born with an innate talent that works at a proficient and so this makes my experiences unique from those who’ve never picked up on the thoughts of others regularly but similar to the many like myself, people who experience consistent psychic moments throughout their lives. Extraordinary intuitive children are, as many people are beginning to understand, vulnerable to feeling alienated and shameful of their talents, but how parents deal with these children can greatly change how that child sees himself.

My mother knew. She was also touched with an innate ability to feel things and married a science-minded man whom didn’t accept such things as possible and so she tried very hard to bury it and not deal with the consequences of that act, like having a child whose innate abilities out weighed hers and therefore could not simply be pushed back. Her approach was simply to treat me as normal. She did send me to therapists to make sure I was coping well but I never was made to feel different. She didn’t spend time telling me to ignore these feelings, these unnatural things on which I felt. She only told me to try not look into people’s personal thought as that was wrong. I never grew up thinking I was bad because she, during all this time, consistently told me I was a good person and that my differences only made me human, not special, not better or worse, not evil. I grew up realizing I was unique and different simply as every child is unique and different from every other child in the world. I grew up feeling normal.

Today, unfortunately, with the Indigo children philosophies being propagated en mass and psychic kids being featured on reality ghost haunting shows, liberal minded parents are not treating their children as normal human beings. These kids are being told at a young age they are special and in some cases better than other people. They are given unrealistic ideas of what being a naturally talented psychic means and go out into the world with a sense of reality that is unsustainable in the world in which we live. Worse than that scenario are psychic children being brought up in a very conservative family whose belief structure about strongly initiative people is determined by the doctrine of an intolerant religious viewpoint. These children are told the opposite from the so called indigo children. They are told they are bad for using their gift. That if they see things, feel things that later do come true, they some how sinned because their gift is not natural to the makeup of humans but instead they are somehow beholden to some satanical spirit. These children often grow up feeling alienated even more so than normal, depressed and shameful of who and what they are. They often turn against their family religion by their young adult years but by then much damage has been done. They then may take pride in their psychic abilities but will use that distinction for self esteem in an attempt to feel strong where once they felt weak.

I wish every person with an extremely talented intuitive child treated that child as my mother treated me: normal, evenhandedly. By acknowledging that I did have a talent but not fussing over it either way, she allowed me to grow up happily as I did, proud of who I was without being arrogant about what I am. I am human, no more and no less. This is how all psychic children should be raised. Blessings.

by Clairvoyant Mondez Durden
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Sometimes the answer isn’t as simple as “it is over”. Sometimes the energy is stuck either because there’s a vicious cycle of back and forth or because the object of the client’s affection really doesn’t want to take things to the next level nor do they want to work towards that goal. This is the rough stuff. This is when the client has to decide if they should stay in the energy that is causing them such confusion and pain or leave and try to make a new life and new relationship for themselves. People often wonder why, as a psychic medium, I say I don’t believe in destiny. Situations like this are why. Decisions need to be made and often they carry with it karmic energy that is scary to look at and deal with.

Most people know the decision that needs to be made. The problem comes in on what do they do next? How do they move on? How do they get that person they hold so dear out of their hearts so that they can begin to heal and find someone new? How do they get that person out of their thoughts so that their hearts can begin to heal? I am the first to say that as time passes things do get easier. Not at, first of course, but as time passes we begin the process of allowing our heart’s to heal. Yet sometimes time isn’t enough and we can find ourselves in a vicious circle of not being able to let go and release the energy of the previous relationship in order to move on.

The answer is deceptively simple: Change your mind.

It sounds easy, but there’s a lot of work that needs to be done in order be a success at changing your mind. Yet, this practice, once learned, is a stepping stone to not just opening your heart, but your energy your abundance; it is the first step to changing EVERYTHING. It is foundation and basic tenant of any number of practices such as “The Secret”, “Power of Positive Thinking” and all the other abundance creating philosophies.

•Every single time you find yourself thinking about him/her. STOP! Change your mind and think about something else; anything else as long as it is positive and beneficial to you.

•Make a list of positive affirmations and thoughts. Keep that list with you at all times.

•Keep your friends on speed dial. Make it clear to them you don’t want to wallow in the past. When you find yourself wallowing, call one of them just to chat. If one friend is busy, call the next person on your list. You’re goal isn’t to whine or cry. Just call and ask: What’s new? Then focus on what they’re saying to you instead of letting your mind drift off to him/her.

•Do something else. Do anything physical. Clean the kitchen, vacuum the rugs, take the dog for a walk or just go walking yourself and focus on the natural world.

•Read those positive affirmations first thing in the morning. I’m famous for taking a lipstick or eye pencil and writing an affirmation on my bathroom mirror so I know it is the first thing I read in the morning and the last thing I read at night. You’d be surprised how well it works! Try it!

•Nights are hard. Keep those affirmations by your bedside along with a good book. Or maybe a not so good book that will make you fall asleep faster!

by Psychic Susan Speaks With Spirit
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Communing with nature is a powerful practice of self evolution and requires only your willingness to let go of control for it to happen. We are all beings of this word, this universe. We are part and particle of everything and are connected with everything. We are the only species that forgets its origin as being part of the cosmos and not apart from it so at certain times it helps to commune again with nature and keep a dialogue so that we can be connected to where we began.
The other day I did this, and it was as close as one can get to a natural high. I did my normal morning meditation before I broke into a deep flexing routing followed by a brisk walk-jog following a bike trail circling a park near my house. The green of the trees superimposed over the blue sky dotted with puffs of white cloud laid out a scene that translates into pure tranquility and happiness. After my exercise, I found a nice undisturbed patch of grass and lay there facing the sunny sky with my shoes off and my bare feet and hands slightly sunk into the soil. The feeling was beyond calm, beyond worries of the day and of the past and of what will be.

I closed my eyes and focused not on the task at hand but simply on my sincere desire to connect with mother earth and have her energy run through me. Opening up my chakras and breathing in deep focused intervals, I began to call on the four corners of the watch towers, the guardians of the directional energies and that of mother earth. When you do this ritual, it feels like your body is bathing in warm milk. A silky smooth warmth of pulsating energy envelopes you and transfix your consciousness. The soil underneath your feet and hands begins to vibrate, as in the small stiff hum of a cat whose warm body lay underneath your extremities. And in that moment, you experience everything: the breeze against your skin rolling down, tickling arm hairs and whistling in your ears, the chirp of birds, magnanimous and exciting in their tonal cues, the boughs of rustling trees slowly waving back and forth, the sound of moving things on the floor of the field; you become one with your surroundings. You commune with nature.

I lay there in this state of heightened consciousness for thirty minutes, maybe an hour. I surely didn’t want to come out. I often never do. I find being in a state of altered awareness so pleasurable that coming out feels like I’m punishing myself for being too happy. But I pulled out and breathed in the residual energy around me using a visualization, and this energy settled in me like warm cocoa flooding my stomach, but was also in my lungs and chest. After performing a meditative ritual like this I’ve found it smart to wait a while before I drive a car or operate any machinery as it has a similar affect as being on some types of narcotics. The fist time I communed with nature, the effects afterward lasted for hours. But now it does not last long, maybe up to an hour or so, and it is not dangerous but communing with nature is the closest to a natural narcotic you’ll ever get. Running and jogging and working out gives one a high but nothing like this. So, be very careful if you choose to commune. There are so many ways to connect with all that were are, and I hope you find your path to speaking with mother nature as it only takes a desire to connect. Believe me, it’s worth it. Blessings.

by Clairvoyant Mondez Durden
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We each have an energy around us which works like a psychic finger print. Some call this an aura. It’s what many psychics and intuitives pick up on in readings. Families have a combined energy fingerprint which makes each family unit unique and specific when dealing with a whole range of things, including but not limited to, compatible duelings and areas in which to live. For complete comfortable living, we have to find a place that’s compatible to our energy, our psychic fingerprint. So feeling out the best house with your intuition by opening your chakras when doing the final look through is often helpful in the decision making process and can be the difference between buying a really great house you love to buying the perfect home you feel was made just for you. A good practice to help in the intuitive home buying process is to thoroughly research all your key choices with rigorous abandon. Have a list of amenities a community should have for you to consider it a serious possibility and get a good understanding of each community’s history. Also, read up on what each municipality plans in zoning and building for each community in the coming decade. Basically, get a good understanding of what vision the power structure of each community has for their area. Narrow the field down to as few choices as possible. Do this without having a favorite in mind if you can. This allows the intuition process to be as clean as possible without our wants getting in the way of our needs.

After you’ve taken the advice of an agent and looked through homes that fit your financial and specific requirements, you will need to take the time to go through the listings again a few weeks after you’ve seen the last home. Give it at least a week’s time from when you walked through the homes to when you look through the listings again so you operate less on impulsion and more on intuition and good sound decision making. Once you’ve looked over the listings and have gotten down to a manageable number, take each listing and place them side by side each other without looking at which ones fall in what order. Line them up from left to right in pairs and then look at each listing and compare each listing per pair from right to left or left to right depending on your preference. After looking at each pair of listings get rid of one listing per pair in which you feel least connected. So, for each pair of listings, get rid of the one to which you feel least connected and continue in this fashion until you have narrowed your choices to no more than two or three listings. These are the ones in which you will invest time. Go to see each one again with your agent.

When you go to each house, make sure your third eye and solar plexus chakras are open to get a deeper feeling of the dueling. From the third eye you will be able to get a higher connection with the dueling. The solar plexus will help you feel out the more practical nature of the home, whether it meets the everyday needs of yourself and your family. Ask the agent if you can have 30 min or an hour to look around each house without conversation. The agent would have done his/her spiel already in the first showing so he or she would be more than happy to let you meander around on your own. Take time to walk around, touch the walls and sense if you can feel anything that speaks to you. If you feel comfortable enough, sit in a common living area, legs folded and allow yourself to experience the energy of the house drawing up from the floorboards to your legs and into you. Through this action, feel if the house is right for you. Keep in mind: this whole time, with each house, try to keep an open mind and not assume which one it will be in the end of your search.

If one specific house pops out in this process as the one true match for you and your family’s energy fingerprint, then by all means listen to your intuition and claim your home without fear. But if not, if there is any hesitation in your thoughts about it, wait until you can look through the listings one final time. When looking through the listings, tell yourself you want the best choice, not what you want now but what you need. Tell your inner self that you will connect with the most compatible home. Place the listings on a table and allow your intuition to guide your hand to the right choice. Don’t accept a listing as the answer unless you know it is. This is a long process overall but a house is a valuable asset and so the time is worth it. Take time to pick out what you and your family need. More importantly, take the time to pick out the one home your intuition feels is best for you. Intuition can only work void of fear so do not fear your choices, just allow your intuition to work. Happy house hunting.

by Clairvoyant Mondez Durden
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Let’s be really clear: The wake never drives the boat! Still, looking over our shoulder to see where we’ve been, what waters we’ve navigated, can give us courage for what may lay ahead and an often well-earned sense of pride for all that we have endured.

While I am sure that “Cleopatra” is out there somewhere, I’ve never met her! When you begin to reflect on who you were in previous incarnations, don’t be looking only to be Queen of the Nile! Chances are you were as normal as blueberry pie –and with very, very many of the same traits and qualities that you have today.

There are some amazing regression experts and books – even readers skilled in viewing past lives. To uncover a few clues on your own, try these simple questions and reflective techniques:

What part of the globe would you most like to visit? What was the place you were you most drawn to as a child? If you spent your junior high school years with posters of Tanzania plastered to your bedroom walls – there’s a good chance that you spent a previous life in that location – or one much like it. Are you living in China and craving time in the American Southwest? The less seemingly logical the desire, the better the chance that you had one – or several – past lives in that or similar location.

Look around your living space. We tend to surround ourselves with pieces that make us the most comfortable. Are you drawn to period furnishings? American country? French provincial? Are you fascinated by East Indian art? Your tastes may gravitate toward one era and locale – or you may have an eclectic mix and may have enjoyed incarnations in those areas and during those periods.

What are the talents that seem to come most naturally to you? Playing the piano easily doesn’t mean that you were Chopin, but most probably is an indicator that music was an integral part of at least one of your incarnations.

Finally, people. Whether your current best friend or the woman in line with you at the airport who shares some warm laughter while fighting for her place at the ticket window – when you feel either that wonderful sense of comfort with someone or, conversely, when you see someone at a distance and the hair sort of stands up on the back of your neck – both can be marvelous indicators that you have shared at least a bit of space with that soul, before.

These simple exercises not only may unlock the key to who you were … but will, if nothing else, most certainly give you clearer insight into who you are!

by Psychic Julianna Day
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As a family unit, there is generally a matriarch, a patriarch, and children. To compare the household unit to a corporation or to the government we must equate the matriarch and patriarch to the CEO and Board members for a corporation and to the president, congress, and senate for the government. We must also equate the children, in the family, to stockholders for a corporation or to constituents for the government.

The decision to spend, borrow, or save ultimately resides with the ruling body. These individuals propose and vote on economic issues without much direct say from those they represent. While the children, stockholders, or constituents must accept these decisions as being, in there best interest. Beacuse of this, feelings of fear, helplessness, frustration, anger, and resentment often develop when things go awry as a result of these decisions.

Generally, when economic decisions go according to plan the result provides tangible benefits. Unfortunately, the converse is also true. A good example of this is the recent housing crisis, recession, and debt crisis.

Imagine a family where mom and dad decide to buy everything on credit. When that credit runs out, they open another credit account. When their done maxing out that credit account they vote to open yet another credit account. Now mom and dad are hooked and spending 110% of their income on credit payments. Mom and dad decide to ask their employers for a raise. They each receive a raise and now open yet another line of credit. The cycle, however, is not sustainable and soon mom and dad start defaulting on their debt. Mom and dad’s credit rating goes down because of their economic malfeasance. The neighbors say “Mom and dad should have cut spending and lived within their means”. Mom and dad’s response was “But what about the children, we did it for the children”.

Ah, yes the children. What is happening to the children during all of this? How does all this affect those not making the economic decisions? At first life is grand mom and dad are spending money on new Xbox games, new furniture, electronic gadgets that create their own need; it’s like Christmas every day. Then one-day the fighting starts. The finger pointing starts. The children’s world fills with feelings of fear and angst. The austerity begins as the dilutive impact of deficit spending hits home. The entire family unit is not just financially bankrupt but morally and spiritually bankrupt as well.

Sometimes the only way to deal with debt addiction is to bite the bullet. Say enough is enough and take our bitter medicine. Continued dilution of our quality of life, stock, or currency is no longer a viable choice (It never was!). We must look at the grim short-term economic outlook as a glass half-full. It is time for us to grow up. As stewards of the family unit, the corporate unit, and the government we must realize that the day of reckoning is upon us. We must do as St. Paul said in the Bible and “Put childish things away”. We must be accountable and responsible as families, corporations, and government officials for our part in the economic malfeasance which casts a psychical cloud of fear and angst across our great land.

The price of austerity is minimal in comparison to the death of the greatest nation on earth. It is time to put aside our political agendas and differing schools of thought. It is time to look towards the future! The time is now! Every family, every corporation, and every government must do their part to put an end to the out of control deficit spending that is grinding our families, companies, and countries to a halt. It is time to put fear and angst behind us. It is time to tighten our belts and take our bitter medicine so that we can enjoy a balanced world with people that live within their means. A new world without the fear of spiritual, morale, or financial default. It is time we stop the insanity of repeating the destructive behavior patterns of the past in order to maintain the status quo. It is time we lead by example and take our rightful place as the responsible, accountable, spiritual leaders that our founding fathers were!