Part 4 Psychic Awareness
Part 2 of Fine Tuning Your Psychic Awareness.
Interaction in the human world at times is frustrating and exhausting but unfortunately necessary. So with that mind, it’s important in the development of your psychic powers to find a way to interact without losing one’s mind. As humans we vary drastically, some of us have a keen interest in people whereas others only want to get as far away as possible. I get it. I have my moments as well.
I’ve known people who prefer the planets, and yes it is a fascinating use of psychic powers. However, in reality, the higher a tree grows, the greater roots it needs to flourish. Our connection with people is essential to us same as the roots are to a tree.
Genuine interest in people is what matters. Expand your human contacts, The interest you show may be the beginning of real friendships but it also fosters understanding, compassion and psychic relatedness.
People consciously or not offer opportunities for genuine interaction all the time. Like for instance, someone posts or shares with you in real time a picture of something that matters to them. The opportunity is more than simply saying that’s nice or giving them a heart. It’s the perfect time to share in their life and have a glimpse into their world. It’s a moment of psychic awareness or relatedness in addition to furthering communication by letting people see the genuine warmth inside us we also hone our psychic skills.
Sadly, there are people we need to be wary of. Learning to recognize this will also help you from wasting precious time.
Being a good listener offers many rewards and the greatest joy is seeing a total stranger glow from your simple exchange.
In our desire to expand our psychic awareness we should never let it disturb our inner peace of mind, for any inward conflict will sabotage our achievements. Our psychic powers are part of our natural heritage but sadly we’ve distanced ourselves by using all the electronics we depend on daily.
Tomorrow, I discuss inner peace with you in Part 3 of this post on psychic awareness. Hope this finds you all in a magickally happy place. Blessed be.
Have you considered how important your attitude and way of life are to your psychic development? Research indicates that the best possible attitude enhances psychic development. Who doesn’t desire an inner feeling of happiness in their life? How many times have you heard boredom and stress are detrimental to your health? Which is why as adults we need to have fun. Spiritually it is so important. Our psychic abilities are all manifestations of life that exist as forms of energy. Positive energy we all need to live happy and fulfilled lives. But how can we encourage positive energy? People who live continually in contact with the natural world are more likely to be more psychic. Remember the last time you slept under the stars how energized you felt the next day. Imagine if you did it for three nights in a row. Researchers from Native Americans and African religions provide examples of how people have improved their psychic development by just getting in tune with the natural world. These skills helped them function better in their everyday human connections as well.
I encourage a long-term link with the natural world like astronomy or bird-watching or gardening. Whatever time you spend in the natural world, embrace your hobby but do take time to appreciate the sky above the ground below. Before you know you will steadily fill your psychic well without stress or strain. And it’s a lot more enjoyable than sitting on a hill waiting moment after moment to see if you will develop psychic skills.
Keep in mind this is only one step in uniting your psychic abilities in my opinion. Next. I’ll discuss the human connection. Until then blessed be.
A Russian/American poet that won the Nobel Prize in 1992.
“The surest defense against Evil is extreme individualism, originality of thinking, whimsicality, even—if you will—eccentricity.” ― Joseph Brodsky
and who needs fish if you’ve got caviar?
The triumph of the Gothic style would come to pass
and turn you on–no need for coke, or grass.
I sit by the window. Outside, an aspen.0
When I loved, I loved deeply. It wasn’t often.
I said the forest’s only part of a tree.
Who needs the whole girl if you’ve got her knee?
Sick of the dust raised by the modern era,
the Russian eye would rest on an Estonian spire.
I sit by the window. The dishes are done.
I was happy here. But I won’t be again.
I wrote: The bulb looks at the flower in fear,
and love, as an act, lacks a verb; the zer-
o Euclid thought the vanishing point became
wasn’t math–it was the nothingness of Time.
I sit by the window. And while I sit
my youth comes back. Sometimes I’d smile. Or spit.
I said that the leaf may destroy the bud;
what’s fertile falls in fallow soil–a dud;
that on the flat field, the unshadowed plain
nature spills the seeds of trees in vain.
I sit by the window. Hands lock my knees.
My heavy shadow’s my squat company.
My song was out of tune, my voice was cracked,
but at least no chorus can ever sing it back.
That talk like this reaps no reward bewilders
no one–no one’s legs rest on my shoulders.
I sit by the window in the dark. Like an express,
the waves behind the wavelike curtain crash.
A loyal subject of these second-rate years,
I proudly admit that my finest ideas
are second-rate, and may the future take them
as trophies of my struggle against suffocation.
I sit in the dark. And it would be hard to figure out
which is worse; the dark inside, or the darkness out.
it’s more like high time for the lad’s last nap.
And the scarf-waving lass who wished him the best
drives a steamroller across his chest.
And the words won’t rise either like that rod
or like logs to rejoin their old grove’s sweet rot,
and, like eggs in the frying pan, the face
spills its eyes all over the pillowcase.
Are you warm tonight under those six veils
in that basin of yours whose strung bottom wails;
where like fish that gasp at the foreign blue
my raw lip was catching what then was you?
I would have hare’s ears sewn to my bald head,
in thick woods, for your sake, I’d gulp drops of lead,
and from black gnarled snags in the oil-smooth pond
I’d bob up to your face as some Tirpitz won’t.
But it’s not on the cards or the waiter’s tray,
and it pains to say where one’s hair turns gray.
There are more blue veins than the blood to swell
their dried web, let alone some remote brain cell.
We are parting for good, my friend, that’s that.
Draw an empty circle on your yellow pad.
This will be me: no insides in thrall.
Stare at it a while, then erase the scrawl.
Have you ever wondered why as women we fall into sexist traps? Is false flattery necessary for our self-esteem? Are we so oblivious to this pattern, we hold ourselves back from reaching our full potential? Has it become more accessible to sound liberated than to go through the problematic psychological changes necessary to become liberated from sexual stereotypes?
The more I embrace Wicca, the more I realize how restrictive my life is. I failed to see how much my life has been determined by male chauvinism. A society defined by male needs. Recently, I heard my eldest son and longtime male friends spout NRA male driven propaganda crap creating panic over the right to own guns. It saddened me how much his father and men like influenced him. Our children’s right to be safe wasn’t a priority.
Daily, the different news spouts about a president who brags he’s a pussy grabber. His blatant disrespect of his wife, family are condoned by his male counterparts. His accepted lies are proof that we exist in a male run, man-made society. Even the media is an extension of the patriarchy that has denied women throughout time. We’ve been crippled by tradition. We are the product sadly of two thousand years of suppression and oppression.
Seeking spiritual guidance is disappointing because the vast majority is led by men. It’s the driving factor for me in seeking Wicca because there isn’t as strong a male influence as other religions.
I read a comparison of our society recently as a tree, metaphorically traditions are merely roots and roots are only one part of the whole tree. The roots provide a base but don’t define the shape or the beauty of the tree as it reaches its potential. It’s the external influences that impact the tree the most. I ask why is it so impossible to see men and women exactly the same except for a minute anatomical difference? It saddens me the answer is primarily because we are socially conditioned to believe otherwise.
I’ve believed for a long time we must embrace a society without gender or role divisions for us to evolve to our full potential as human beings and for discrimination to end. We need to rethink the male-female polarity if the change is going to happen and embrace chromosomal diversity. Sadly, women have been brainwashed in a patriarchal society for so many years they’ve forgotten how to use their positive energy for a better world. We’ve made progress with women’s spiritually, but, we haven’t found a solution for our co-existence because women still seek safe harbors from men instead of working together for human potential. We can’t remain divided or become stagnant if our children’s future is going to be better.
Rupi Kaur says “The most significant lesson a woman can learn is from day one… a woman has everything she needs within herself. It’s the world that has convinced women otherwise.”
Change is inevitable
Reflect, absorb and embrace life
Imitate all things to make one smile
Experience what one should not miss
Resist familiarity, embrace change
Intuition says to be careful but not incapaciated
Excel in ways you never dreamed possible
Reality may knock on your door but
Inspiration will incite desire
Expect prosperity and love as a norm
I am a maiden, I am a mother, I am a crone, I am a goddess and I am a witch.
I am a strong woman who feels deeply and loves fiercely. My tears flow as abundantly as my laughter. I choose to be practical and spiritual and maybe my poetic gift will influence this world.