Your strong emotions open up the mind to telepaths around you. Just so you know.

It's been shown that when someone experiences strong emotion, hate, anger, depression, lust, and the like, that it is conveyed in the readings of an EEG (electroencephalogram). This is a machine that reads brain waves. It is actually reading the electrical impulses that the brain emits. These strong emotions show as spikes in the reading, just as REM sleep does.

Those spikes are completely and easily readable to a telepath.

I had an experience at work the other day that just knocked my socks off.

We haven't had Coke Zero in the fridge in awhile; our supplier is out of it. I really wanted one so I went down to the food court (our high-rise building has one of those... it's nice to have around) to get a CZ. When I came back, I walked into the break room and I said to a "gentleman" that I work with, "Awwww, a Coke Zero, but I had to go to Chik-Fil-A to get it."

My meaning there, simply put, is that I do not care for the owner's stand on LGBT feelings on the matter. That is all. I respect his opinion, I don't care for it, but this is the US of A and we get to exercise our First Amendment rights. 'Nuff said. (I do question the wisdom of stating that loud and publicly, thereby alienating a large segment of the buying public, but then again, this is the US.)

My co-worker JUMPED UP, making his chair slide quickly back towards the wall, I jumped as I reached into the refrigerator for my lunch, he approached me with four large steps, his face swollen in red-anger, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he practically yelled, "This is a matter of First Amendment rights! He can say whatever he wants, and worship how he pleases!"

In that moment, his extremely angry mind was wide open to me, an active telepath. In split seconds, I saw that he wanted to strike me. I saw that his family has a healthy fear of him. I don't know if he has struck any of them, or if he has a problem with domestic violence, but it may be likely in view of the fact that it took about 7/1000's of a second for him to go from quietly eating his soup to extreme anger, complete with a red, angry face.

This all took place in about 10 seconds.

Then he said, practically growling at me, "I'd like to line up all of you liberals and...." And he finished his thought in his head, "shoot 'em all." Then his mind closed. He realized what he was saying, and what he was doing. I had been taking steps backwards out of the breakroom towards the door, preparing to flee if I needed to.

I was terribly afraid of him, but the last thing I said, gathering my courage was, "I believe as you do. That the owner has every right to his First Amendment rights. I simply do not agree with him. Yet, it should be noted that I still shop at his stores; I like his food. Perhaps that accounts for something... Right?"

He simply nodded, went back to the table, and proceeded to eat his soup.

I ate my lunch at my desk.

(BTW, I am not a liberal. I am not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I belong to the Whig party. Google it. About 75% of Americans hold these beliefs but have no idea they are Whig material.)

Names and Labels

For years, I've tried to lable myself. What AM I? I know my path is different from that of most people. From what I can tell, most don't know that they have a least a little residual telepathy or empathic ability. If they do, they do not acknowledge it. And by doing so, and by not using it, it just sits there and stagnates.

Other than my brain being different, I do other things, witchy things. Generally, those given to recognize their own see me for what I am. Plus, as I've said, I attract others to me, who are like me.

Oddly, I've had some that just come out and say, "Are you a white witch?"

When I was asked that, I was totally taken aback. I had to ask her how she knew that I wasn't the norm. She said she could just tell. Funny, she's Christian and she can tell? I think a mutual friend had told her that I'm a precog and telepath so perhaps that is where the got the notion.

But then, she'd have to be at least a little familiar with what a white witch is to even ask it.

Later that day, I pondered her question. I wondered why people have a need to lable people. I've always referred to myself as a "solitary practitioner" or a "solitary." Never had a need for another name. I don't belong to a coven. Hanging with other women with skills, gifts, abilities, and, well.... powers, makes things a little complicated. Throw in some estrogen and things can get interesting. So I prefer to work with what I have, what I am, and what I know. No labels necessary.

Here I am now, I know what I need to know about myself. I am solitary. If someone figures me out, and they expect a name for what I am, I just say White Witch and tell them to Wiki it.

Makes my life, and my path, a bit easier.

Blessed Be, my friends.

Telepathy is My Burden

One may wonder why I would entitle this post as I have.

One would have to step into my shoes for a moment to understand.

I hear (and feel to some extent) all the time. When I sit on the bus (I commute to Atlanta), my mind is buzzing. It's nearly impossible to drown it all out so I read. I can't sit on the bus without my Kindle or a book to read.

An example:
Some of the "ladies" on the bus will put their stuff in the seat next to them hoping that other passengers will be too lazy or tired to ask if he or she may sit there so that the "lady" can keep the entire bench to herself. This is against the rules and it IS posted, "Only one seat per passenger."

I get a bit of motion sickness once I get past the middle of the bus, especially since I read to keep my mind occupied so I always ask one of the ladies, "May I sit here?" I smile nicely and politely.

Without saying anything, they pick up their purse and bag and put them on their laps. Now the entire trip I'm onslaughted with their thoughts and emotions. It is mostly negative energy directed at me (I can feel that too), and they don't normally "say" anything though I've picked up a few thoughts. 'White Bitch,' was one of the thoughts. I cannot understand this rudeness. I am never rude to persons and I always stow my items or put them on my lap.

I knew when my second husband didn't love me anymore. He kept thinking how this was going to work out. He didn't want to lose our large house and never see his son anymore. It worked out for him. I told him I didn't need a house to make me happy (he got it) and that I'm all for joint custody (best for my child).

Other things that cause this to burden me is that it is very hard to get close to people, namely men. They really can't keep anything from me. One gentleman emitted a thought once that I heard loud and clear, "turn it to vibrate; keep it in your pocket."

How'd you like to hear that from your boyfriend, especially not out loud? From that point forward I watched what he did with his phone. We use to come in from being out and he'd dump the contents of his pockets, phone included, on his kitchen counter. He wasn't doing that anymore. Fast forward a few months to Valentine's Day. It was 4 years ago. I, to this day, do not remember what we did that day. I was too devastated. He was in the shower and his rarely seen phone was charging on his nightstand and I was absently watching the morning news. I caught something lighting up in the corner of my eye - his phone.

And then I did something that I've never done before, nor have I done since. I picked it up to see who it was. If I hadn't seen the phone light up, I wouldn't have known it rang cuz it was on silent. I wondered, "Who in the hell is *Tina Cell*?" I thought I knew all his friends since we'd been dating for 3 years. After it quit ringing, I scrolled through the inbox, outgoing texts, and call history. He had been e-flirting with not one, but TWO girls for the previous months and somehow I already knew it. I really had no idea if he'd actually cheated, but the new, unusual condoms in his nightstand (yes I looked) sort of said that he did. I followed through with our plans for the day but I just didn't have the heart to enjoy it cuz my mind was too busy listening to his.

"Wonder what's wrong?"

"She's never looked like this before."

"She's too quiet and she's not having fun."

I had to tell him what I knew. We broke up. After 7 months, I kept hearing about his sorrow for what he'd done. Believe me, I can tell when someone is lying. If they are, I hear one thing, but I "hear" another. He wasn't lying. He said he didn't realize what he'd lose.

We've been together since, but I'm not completely "with" him now. He is too cautious, he walks on eggshells, and it effects everything we do. I can't get totally on board. I'm too busy "listening" to him and I think he knows it. Yes, he knows I'm telepathic.

So it's a burden. I'm good at tuning it out most of the time. Sometimes it's funny - "I wish I didn't eat that cheeseburger at lunch. I have the worst heartburn." What? What cheeseburger? Why did I think that? Oh, not me... it's someone else.

I can really never get to close to people. The closer I get, the louder they are. So I keep my friend base very small. I keep men friends at arm's length. And guess what? I know which men have a secret crush on me.

I'm constantly working to keep our friendships benign and platonic.

What a burden.

The Almighty and Mother Earth

Sometimes those that leave organized religion have a hard time at first. I believe it may be because it's so efficient in indoctrinating its followers with falsehoods and incorrect notions. Remember, a lot of what it is taught from the pulpits of the world are not taken from the scriptures. That in itself is hypocritical. Evil things.

It is also hypocritical to teach one thing, but do another. I don't have to go into the specifics, but you know you see it every day on the news. Bible thumpers leave their congregations and do their own thing.

Let's not forget the Christianity's history with stirring up wars on our Mother's surfaces. She has nearly drowned in the blood of her inhabitants.

As a Deist, I do believe in the Almighty. One can see the accuracy (like a clock) of our Universe's movements. I do believe it was created. Do I believe though, that He has a hand in earth's affairs? Clearly not. Examples:

1. A car accident involving two vehicles. All survive in one, but the driver in the other car dies. The survivors say that God was with them and saved them. Why wouldn't he logically save ALL the people in the accident if he had a hand in guiding the event in the first place?

2. Two friends are expecting babies. One survives to term. The other baby passes away at birth. Someone proclaims, "God needed an angel so he took the baby!" One, God can create his own angels. How unloving it would be to give a baby to someone only to take it away. Two, that portrays the Almighty as a very unloving being. Do you really believe that?

People live and die every single day. The scriptures in Ecclesiastes even say that "time and the thing unseen befall all people." There you go.

One thing that we can be assured of though, is that the Universe runs things very well. If He created it, why wouldn't it? I've written about how things are managed and taken care of by the Universe. Whatever good thing you send out, you receive good things in return, but sending out evil and negative only result in it returned in two, sometimes three-fold. We call it Karma. Grandma always said, what goes around comes around. The Bible calls it reaping what we sow. See? Everything is connected. Similar teachings run like thread through all faiths, believers, non-believers, Pagans, Wiccans, and even Atheists.

We should treat our earth as our Mother. She indeed does care for all of our needs. She stands placed by the Creator to do exactly as she does.

And doesn't that make perfect sense? He created, She continues with the task of attending to her inhabitants.

Not only does Earth provide for our needs, she holds hands with the Universe. From that we gain protection, power and strength from the Elements: Air, Earth, Fire, Water, and Spirit.

It's all pretty easy to understand if you remove the cloak of untruth seen in organized religion and dwell on these very simple to understand facts. There is an Almighty. We live in accord with the Earth Mother. The Universe runs it all like clockwork.

Amen and Blessed Be

Forgive and Forget?

...I wish it was that easy. I guess I am pretty forgiving. I am still, to many extents, still friendly with many – if not most – of my ex guys. I don’t really think there is anything inherently wrong with me. I look like my pictures, and I’m not overweight and ugly. If I truly wanted to (and I don’t) I could go out every Friday night and get a “date.”

If someone stays with me long enough, they do discover the obvious about me, that I am a little witchy, as is my little dog. It is a hard thing to hide. In fact, it’s generally hard for someone NOT to notice that I’m reading their thoughts and that I foresee many things before they happen (weird girl that I am). And oddly, other than one rather superstitious man who thought I was out to get him somehow, most people are unusually curious and attracted to it. So taking all that into consideration, I don’t really scare men off and I’m not unattractive, but it does concern me that either they actually CHEAT on me, or they wish they could. And yes, they do forget who and what I am so I always know. One gentleman was e-flirting via texts and phone calls. Without ever picking up his phone and snooping, I knew. We spent seven months apart once I asked him why he was doing this and with whom he was doing it. I never really got a straight answer but he knew he could never deny it, given who I am.

The strange thing is that after I get over the initial shock of “What?? AGAIN??” and I start on the downhill towards healing… again…  I let it go and can offer forgiveness if asked (though I never go back once kicked to the curb). But the problem is, and not for me actually, I don’t really forget. This, I surmise, is a problem for him – in the aftermath.

I suppose that I should explain.

People like me, who are able to call the Spirit and the Elements, possess more gifts than just this ability. In doing so, along with the utterance of a well-written incant, one can accomplish many things. Above all things, we never, but never, harm anything or anyone. “Do no harm,” is our mantra. But several things come into play here. The first is the obvious rebound that Karma plays. If something negative is done against witchy girls like me, or ANYONE for that matter, Karma comes back to pay. This is not something that we control. It just is what it is. The other thing is the ability of the unconscious mind to inadvertently send back the filth and disgust left by the other person upon the innocent party. Because of this ability and the hurt, it boils to the top and is sent back out in the form of raw energy. After the fact, and after the redefining of our past relationship into a civil friendship, I am usually made privy to the information about their lives and how they haven’t gone “that well.”

Examples:

E- He made me so mad (long before I knew what I am), that I hurled a curse at him, “You will always be a “f-k and run.” I can’t believe you did this to me!” To this day, he still is and admits that he is a lousy boyfriend and not good at relationships a full decade later.

W- Blatantly cheated on me right under my nose. Now? The gal he cheated with became his bride shortly after and she dumped him sooner than later. It was a nasty divorce.

B- Had a lot of fun at my expense. Not literally but well, you know. He used me, telling me he needed me and really flat out lied to me. He had no intention of ever making me a permanent thing. Now that he’s dismissed me? Stuck in a very loveless, non-physical marriage. I can hardly feel sorry for him.

S- He is an artful liar and a master manipulator. I never really gave it any thought because he is so good at what he does. Until he cheated right under my nose (I apparently need eyes on the end of my nose). The way I found out would raise the hairs up on your arms. Maybe someday I’ll tell you how I was “told” – or maybe if you post a question in a comment I’ll tell you. But it wasn’t until he apologized over and over again, telling me he made a huge mistake, and telling me that he wasn’t using me (for sustenance and a home) that it occurred to me that he WAS using me! He shouldn’t have brought it up cuz it caused me to actually consider it. When a person’s heart is involved, it’s very hard for them to “see” the real reason behind the events. I “did no harm,” though I do have the ability to stir up a shitload of crap for him. Instead, I imprinted charms on my house to protect me and my home from him, his machinations, and the evil residue that remained after I forced him out of my life. Using his own superstitions against him, I kept his toothbrush and hairbrush when I threw his stuff out of the house and changed the locks. I wrote a rather efficient incant, utilizing his being born under a fire sign against him. I repeated it 3 times as I passed his items over the flame of the candle representing the fire element. The items were left near the front and back doors. If he PASSES through the doors, he will then release a huge can of cosmic woop-ass against himself. Because I “do no harm” I was forced to tell him about it. I told HIM that he would be responsible for releasing it against it, not me. Being thusly warned, he said he’d never come on my property again. Superstition is a superb weapon.

The final sentence for him? He’s not doing that great either. But, it really hasn’t been that long. He got arrested and locked up for a year. And I still get updates, in my own special way of course, that he is manipulating a girl into hiding him (from what? his probation officer?), feeding him, clothing him, and doing whatever else he needs.

Now, you may wonder, if I am not the one doing this to these men, then what is? It can’t all just be Karma. I have a theory. My brain “sends” as you know. Many times, it is without full intent to accomplish something. I think I am sending back to them, not my thoughts, but my negative energies. I can’t forget the hurt and pain caused by their deceit. I still carry it with me. When I think about any one of them, I can feel it literally rising up from me; I can feel it moving away from me as if on a wind current. I have wondered sometimes where that energy settles. I think it is sent back to them.

Try as I might, I can’t stop it. If I’m conscious, I’ll stop dwelling on it to keep it from leaving me. But if I’m in twilight sleep, I cannot stop it.

What is a girl to do? I have forgiven. But I just can’t forget.

Wasting Time

Sometimes I’m a little disappointed with myself. As you know, when a child is growing up, they hinge their entire life based on the words their parents say and upon their teachings. No doubt this describes my childhood. I heard what their ‘congregation’ was teaching my parents and they in turn would discuss these same ideas and notions at home with me and my sibs.

Funny thing is that while I was hearing it and learning it, I was having a hard time accepting it; some things I learned where just too “out there” to swallow. While I came to accept that most of my abilities were God-given from birth, I had to keep that acceptance to myself; I had to suppress what I knew to be real. Yes, indeed. I HAVE read the holy scriptures cover to cover- several times. I still fail to see where having a brain that does more than just “think” is from the devil. If you’ve read this blog from its beginning, you already know that I’ve been able to do these things since I was a child, an innocent child, and even within the so-called “sanctuary” of God. One cannot tell me that He’d allow that in His presence if He didn’t give it to me.

I noticed my kids really weren’t believers as they were growing up. I find myself wondering now if they were reading “something” from me; perhaps I was sending my own internal disbelief, though I hadn’t reached the point of accepting that yet. There are other things that bother me. I feel like I’ve wasted a lot of my time, time that could have been spent with my kids, on driving back and forth to religious meetings while in my 20s and 30s, not to mention the waste of money. But I must say that I never felt like I was supposed to be there. I never felt like they were offering me anything that I don’t get from being a Deist. My hope and joy and appreciation for His creation has actually INCREASED since I separated myself from organized religion.

I think maybe the problem is that when people get together and exchange their thoughts and ideas, too many misunderstood notions are formed and bounced around. They forget the simple truth that our Earth and Universe were simply created by an Almighty. And then here we are. Just acknowledging that simple fact would make even the most simple-minded person understand that we should be appreciative of our beautiful home and to show our thanks, enjoy this gift, take care of it, explore it, raise our minds and hearts up to it. I know so many solitary people who are so awe-inspired when simply sitting outside on a warm summer night gazing up at creation, that they simply cannot help but utter a simple “thank you” to our Almighty. Surely there is nothing wrong with that.

So why am I disappointed? I wasted time. I wasted money. And if I had a problem and asked for guidance, I was not helped. At all. I was only told that *I* needed to be doing something differently, if I had a problem. Maybe organized religion works for you. It did not help me in the least. Yes, I did something “differently” and left.

Now? I am way more active in my community, helping, caring, sharing. I actually have more motivation to serve and volunteer for my fellow man, those that need me. I didn’t have this before. This is my sanctuary. I feel more inclined to take care of our earthly home. I delight within our natural surroundings, all gifts from our Almighty.

It’s all real. And it will never be a waste.

Intuition

Hey ladies, have you ever walked past a man you do not know only to know for a fact that he is watching you walk away? Or have you ever had an encounter with someone, maybe some words were said, and as you walked the other direction, could you feel holes being burned into your head by the other person’s eyes? Perhaps you were in a public place, waiting for your burger order or waiting for the bus, and you knew without turning around that someone was looking at you.

No, you’re not imagining it. It’s real. Your brain is simply picking up the brain waves (i.e., electrical charges) from the other person. It’s a minor form of telepathy, and the fact is, everyONE does it. (Come on! Admit it!)

Think long and hard, and I would bet you could come up with a memory of doing this. Here is my example. About 7 years ago, I was walking in downtown Atlanta, on a sidewalk with a gentle slope. My friend was walking closest to the building and I was closer to the road. We had walked past a skateboarder several minutes previously. In fact, we were maybe only a block away but we could still hear (perhaps in the subconscious background) him doing little jumps and tricks with his board.

This went on for another block.

And then there was the low, grumbly, but steady sound of his wheels as they were heading towards us, utilizing the downward slope to glide along. Ordinarily, this would not seem out of order since we’d seen him, heard him, and would recognize this seemingly innocent downhill approach. But the “eyes on the back of my head” saw him differently. At what I’d assume to be the last minute, I tightened my hand on my shoulder-bag hanging on my left shoulder, and then swung it around to my other shoulder, the one closest the building. As our boarder dude zipped by, you could see him crouched low, hanging to the right, with his arm slightly hooked to…. you guessed it… slip it under the strap of my bag and take off with it. Foiled!

He did turn his head back for a second to deliver a rather nasty look at me. I just grinned and waved.

I love being telepathic sometimes. On occasion, it has served me well.