When you get a minute can you tell me more about the whole, ‘people know everything already’ theory either on yer blog or e-mail and if they do and you’ve been activated does that mean you’re always right?

I have made shamanistic journeys that would underline this theory. When you journey to the void, you experience everything, and know that everything is connected. All knowledge is available. Sometimes people can tap into it quite easily. The same people, when sick or not on their game, get a lesser connection. The information is valid, but sometimes the receiver is faulty. Kind of like computer problems that lie betwixt the chair and the keyboard.

The activation you speak of, is that the activation to the energy of the Archangel Michael? Because that’s a different thing. I activate or initiate people into the energies of Michael. It changes their vibrations in such a way that makes them a better vessel to channel those energies, be it through healing, or communication by channeling.

How does that go with humans forgetting information as a way of coping? I can’t see how we’d know everything unless there was a big spiritual connection with everyone/thing in the universe I don’t think our brains could take it as we can’t take the face of God.

I think I would go mad if I remembered everything. But then, I’m a gemini. I fear the sensory stimulation of New York City would overwhelm me. There is a spiritual connection with everyone/everything in the universe. We blink in and out of that reality several times a second. The face of God is love, pure and simple. And, yes, it is overwhelming to be in God’s face all the time. Not that she minds. We each of us, have the same access to God. Vibrating to the frequency of love is our ticket to ride.

Most confusing, I can see that not remembering our birth and deaths and various lives makes sense so maybe we aren’t meant to know. Using yer power do you ever feel like an intruder ?

There is a story from the Talmud about birth memory. In fact, this website was written by one of my first online friends, a very witty man, who wears many hats, including rabbi. (I typed rabbit at first, which rather amused me.) This website can explain this issue far better than I can.

I don’t like to use my talent in an intrusive way, because I wouldn’t want to be intruded on myself. Sometimes, it’s a judgment call, like when I am working with the police.

When I communicate with dead folks, they either choose to engage or not. Some of them are downright saucy. One even mocked my abilities and said “Tell her to go to somebody good!”

I find it frustrating to translate the experiential into words. Some of these experiences have no words. But hey, this isn’t a geek post, so go vote for me.

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Ask witchypoo: The meaning of life

She has a wealth of information, and sees the global picture in a very clear way. She knows things.

She is also in poor health, her eyesight doesn’t allow her much time on the internet, and she is quite isolated. Other than her family and her phone calls to me, she doesn’t get much social interaction.

After the usual pissing and moaning about fighting the school system to educate an autistic student, we generally move on to the part where I say “You’re preaching to the choir”, but I let her rant because, really, she needs to vent her frustrations about the culture of consumerism, and how Nobody. Can. See. What. Is. Happening. Boy, talk about your run on sentence structure. I’m old. Back off, okay?

All that was pretty innocuous, until she mentioned how pretty Bin Laden is getting in his videos, meaning he didn’t look to be hiding in a cave. Right then, at that very moment, there was a click, and a dialing tone.

We both cracked up, and started talking to whoever was monitoring the call. You know, cracks about what a dangerous woman this is, with an audience of one.

Then we continued to speculate that it seems when there is an election coming up, Bin Laden releases another video. So, we continued talking about how people lost their minds after September 11, 2001. She said they were rushing to Walmart to buy guns and ammo, and I said that was so foreign to the Canadian sensibilities and yadda yadda yadda.

On to discussing Michael Moore, and how funny he is, although I have reservations about his editorial presentation of material.

As soon as the name passed our lips, there was another click, and ringing dial tone.

Again, the cracking up.

We concluded the conversation by expressing love for one another (in a strictly platonic way) and a message to the monitoring team: “It’s getting pretty late now. Y’all don’t drink any more of that coffee. Have a nice sleep. The dangerous rabble-rouser is going to bed to rest her crippled self.”

1984? It has gone so far beyond that.

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1984: not just for reading pleasure anymore