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January 2, 2012 |
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As promised, I'm going to try to relate something of my experience of what it's like to be in relationship with Steve from this side, in the astral plane. First of all, you must understand that I am not in the coarser vibratory level near the earth, where "spirits" roam and cause mischief. I am in a relatively high level of what some have called "Summerland," which means we have what, to us, are realistic people, places, events, nature, and so-on, but much more beautiful and without the restrictions and limitations found on earth. I live in a town which, by everyone's agreement, is modeled after an 1800's village on earth. This is why I prompted Steve to watch the British "Lark Rise to Candleford" BBC series--to show him something of what my life is like here. We don't need or like overly-much technology because most everything technology accomplishes is either unnecessary, or is done via telepathy and teleportation--in other words, through the mind. If we want to talk with someone or visit with someone, it is done instantaneously. There is no need for a computer or a car. People play with inventing them and then destroy them--but not in our village. They can do that elsewhere, or they can do it in private, we don't care, but such things aren't used here in daily life. You can call us "Amish" if you want to! But we are not so straight-laced as that. Now, the difficult thing, I fully-well know, is for you to believe that I am real in the first place. It was for Steve, too. In my journal of December 28, I described some of the proofs I gave Steve (not all). If you're having trouble taking this seriously as anything other than Steve's rather amazing fictional writing abilities, read that previous entry. Do you need more? I'll tell you one more, and then that's it, because some of them are too personal. One morning, Steve was wakened from sleep by a cool breeze blowing across his cheek. He stayed absolutely still, straining to hear whether there were any drafts in the room. The air-conditioner was off, the windows were closed, and all was still. There was no place a breeze could have come from. And it was definite--no, he hadn't dreamt it. He was certain of that. Steve had been particularly desirous of my touching him physically at that time--anything, just a tangible touch (as any lover would wish for, when separated). I couldn't do it for him--this is a tricky subject, because in not answering a question you can inadvertently answer it. So still, Steve cannot get a straight answer from me as to whether I am unable to do this, or not allowed, or exactly what the restriction is all about. But I could not touch him physically, and so I developed work-arounds in response to his earnest pleas. And I managed to blow him a kiss, just this once! It did the trick--he felt happy, and thus I felt happy, and he backed off needing a touch from me. He knows we will be in a position to touch in a tangible way someday, and he is now happy to wait however long it takes. So there are your proofs--take them or leave them! If your mind is in turmoil and continues to generate alternative hypotheses, such that it will never be satisfied, that is not my fault. You cannot realistically expect that I would sit in a laboratory and go through days of testing to prove to you that I exist. If you read the history, you will see that certain mediums have subjected themselves to such treatment, and what has it accomplished? Does the (Western) world now accept the reality of mediumship, and our reality? No. It continued to believe as before. No amount of proof has helped. In Victor Zammit's newsletter, which we read together and which I enjoy, he mentions the case of a chess master who played another chess master from our side, through a medium. What more proof do you want? The medium knew nothing of chess, but even if he had studied it all his life, he couldn't have played at that level. He could have had all the books about chess in the world opened right in front of him, and not played at that level. But did it change society's view of the matter? Not so far as anyone can see. So by the same token, I will leave this issue of proof and continue with my journal. From here on out, no-one can say that we didn't address the issue. It is, simply, that we choose not to continually rehash it. When faced with proof, the skeptic, as a last resort, will accuse the presenter of the information with dishonesty. Steve has been strictly honest, with himself and with others, for some 38 years now. How do you know that's true? Paradoxically, you don't. And so there is always an "out" for the skeptical mind.* Sometimes I am with Steve literally--more often, you could say I am "tuned in" to his vibration, so that I am mentally (and emotionally) "present" with him. Sometimes I must turn my attention to things here, and per agreement, I try to tell him when I am going to be absent for a time--because he can feel it. He says it feels "flat" when I'm not with him, now, because he has grown accustomed to feeling my presence. How specifically aware of the physical earth I am, depends on how hard I am concentrating on it. It would be exhausting, and unhealthy, for me to maintain that intensity of connection all the time. Therefore I pick and choose. I am more completely with him when we do things together, like photography, reading, prompting him for his piano lessons, and, of course, writing this journal. There are also the more intimate aspects of a relationship, experienced between us as energy. When you snuggle with your lover, is it only the warmth of their body that you feel? No, if you are honest with yourself, you know that it is also the warmth of their soul, their particular vibration. Love flows unseen back and forth between you, and you can feel it. Am I right? So this unseen aspect of love continues unabated--intensified, in fact--when one partner is visiting from the astral. He feels it--I feel it many times more strongly--and a couple learns to get better at it in time. We are not the only ones who have done this, or who are doing it. We personally know of several. Steve has pointed out the historical case of Gifford Pinchot, 28th governor of Pennsylvania. But there is also fun--what would a relationship be without fun? The two relationship activities that are most prized here, in the astral realm (not speaking of the above), are sharing humor, and learning from each other. And, artistic expression. So, accordingly, I am trying to share with Steve the types of things that couples here share, in preparation for when he will join me and we will begin our astral relationship in right earnest! I prompt him in photography--what subjects to shoot, how to frame them, how to crop them, and at times, even where to find them! I am teaching him how to play piano by prompting him inwardly, including rules of effective practice and exercises. I am, for example, teaching him left-hand independence, something he had had trouble with when he tried to learn piano in the past. He reads aloud to me, and I pick songs to listen to (again, by prompting). But the most fun we have is precisely what we used to do when we were married in the early 1800's--seeing the humor in simple things.** It's not necessary to be mean with humor to enjoy what's going on around you. But I won't give you Steve's "pat" lecture on that! He will have to save that for his own blog. You see, right there, I prompted him. He was about to add that lecture as though it was my thoughts, and I didn't want that heaviness in this journal--I want to keep it lighter than that. So I prompted him, "no," and he stopped. This is how we channel. He just keeps going, tuning into me, and if he gets off the beam, I gently correct him with a prompt. A "prompt" is a mental tap on the shoulder. Once you get in tune with your partner, you get better at it. First, of course, you have to learn to distinguish it from the continual subterranean promptings of your own mind. You have to identify it as having your lover's own unique stamp of energy. Once you learn that, you're "gold." You've got it. Because you can start, as we did, by continually playing "twenty questions." Is it this? Is it that? Is it this? Prompt! Okay, it's this. Now... And so it goes. Pretty soon you have a picture. This is how Steve knows I live in a town modeled after the 1800's; it's how he knows what I do over here, and a general sense of who my friends are. Eventually it gets fine-tuned to the point that you can communicate--and all couples need to communicate. Yes, it can get good enough for the kind of communication necessary to keep a relationship well-oiled and running smoothly. Steve wants to point out that he was going to type the word "properly," and I quickly flashed him that I wanted him to use "smoothly." He doesn't question it. But our communication has gotten this precise, over the past 20 months we have been together like this. So, that's something of what it's like for me. It would be difficult for me to explain, through Steve, what it is like for me subjectively, say, to take photographs with him. I see energy... Okay, I'll try. Have you ever seen infra-red footage? We saw some the other day on television. A person is walking through a field--but it is surreal-looking, because what you are seeing is heat, not light, per se. Well, it's not exactly like that for me, but what I see is energy. Here's another example. Have you ever seen a picture of the human body, with the parts that are the most sensitive drawn proportionately larger? Like, the fingers and lips would be very large. Well, that's a bad example (I don't see Steve as all fingers and lips!), but it's illustrative in a particular sense. What stands out to us is energy. So when out with Steve doing photography, a particular configuration of beauty will stand out prominently to me. It draws me to it. I will let you in on a secret--the "little people" and nature spirits do creative artwork in and through nature. Half the beautiful photographs of nature in the world were actually a result of their handiwork! If you believe it, and if you are a photographer, and if you go out in nature and respectfully request to be shown these natural works of art, and if the nature guardian is pleased with your attitude, he or she may prompt you to find one. Steve learned this years ago, and really-speaking it is both of us telling you this right now. It's really true and this really works--but it takes genuine respect. You can't go in with a secretly dismissive attitude and expect anything to happen. Because your energy is as plain to them as it is to anyone here. So the energy of a potential photograph is strikingly apparent to me, and I draw Steve's attention to it through the type of prompting I've already described. Occasionally I "pull him aside" until he finds it. He has noted this below some of our photographs on our Flickr photograph page--which hardly anyone seems to visit. Are you afraid? Is that why people don't look at them--not because they don't believe, but because they secretly do and it's just too frightening? Is an astral person helping her photographer husband to make beautiful images really that scary? Come on. Sorry--I am human. I am neither saint nor angel (though Steve may beg to differ, bless him!). But, that's enough for today. Steve has to proofread these with me, and that takes another hour, and that's a lot of time out of his day these days.
My love and best wishes to all, *It could be that Steve is tapping into a different facet of his own subconscious mind, except for the physical proofs. You can say that Steve's subconscious mind is also capable of creating physical proofs, but if you "go there," why not go all the way and accept that I'm really a separate individual? That brings you back to the question of honesty. You can try invoking "coincidence," but, have you read the previous journal entry for 12/28? Do you have coincidences like this happening to you? (If so, have you lost someone close? ;-)
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**Here's a good example. This is the "Hale House" in Dover, NH. It was there when we lived there in 1836/37. Steve has a vague memory of us walking past and joking about this "hoity-toity" place. We tried to think up all the silly things that each room might be reserved for--one to keep his stuffed safari trophies, one to play poker, another for chamber music concerts, one for his wife to apply her makeup, one just to keep her hats, and so-on. I mean, we weren't too far off, but we had fun exaggerating it. Another such example is given in our book. (I encourage Steve to look up the colloquialisms I use--"hoity-toity" goes way back, but this particular usage can be traced to 1784.)