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This is my weekly three card spread that I email out to everyone. I recently started video blogging on Tarot Cards. Please take a look-it's less than 4 minutes long.

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it." -Edith Wharton Strange things were happening - people were being really nice to me. Then, things went back to "normal" the shop owner was a dick to me. The cashier didn't even say thank you when I gave her my money. The young boy just walked in front of me and didn't hold the door of the elevator to be polite. The stranger passing me on my walk didn't return the obligatory "hello". Ah, all back to normal. Everyone is stressed, pissed and in a shitty mood. Wait one minute, could it be me? Next I am going to get myself all worked up and start to feel a cold coming on. It wouldn't be my fault, it would be the change of weather, right? Well, well, now, it couldn't be more obvious. I am the damm Wendy Whiner and the Grumpy Bump all rolled up into one big walking bitch. I do love to be the bitch. It's like leaving the house with the bedroom a mess a...

For those of you just tuning in, our favorite family pet was missing for 29 days and after a massive search he was found and returned home this morning. He had spent the last two weeks at a nice family home a mile and a half from our house, heading west toward the everglades. My gratitude goes out to the man who called this morning to tell me that our cat was being well cared for at the home of one of his friends in Weston. Through the course of the 29 days I got many calls and followed up on 14 cat sightings. None were Charlie and no one on the other end of the phone sounded so certain as this man did. I hung up the phone and called my husband sobbing telling him that this was it. And when we got to the house, it was it. It was Charlie. The garage door was open and a dark shadow was sitting on top of the washing machine. I got closer and saw his form and eyes and shrieked, "Charlie!" He meowed and jumped right down and came to me. I picked him up and cried so hard that I was...

Comedian Bill Maher's documentary, " Religulous " opened October 1st and based on the lack of movie houses that let the movie in the door it will probably be a box office flop. That's ok . It was a crack in the door. A start in the right direction. My husband and I saw the movie last night and there was only one other person in the theater. It really wasn't a surprise, as our general populous does not want to hear the truth about religion. I'll tell you the little secret. It's all man made, just like those plastic boxes that our left over and take out food goes in. Yes, I did just compare religion to a styrofoam box. It holds all the left overs. Sometimes, it holds the food we really didn't need to eat in the first place. It holds sauces and juices that spill out and make a mess. It's that box that we leave in our car and then at a later date we remember we left it there and then it is rotten and it stinks. Since I was in grade school, I went to...

So our favorite family pet, correction, cat, "Charlie" has been missing from Weston Florida since October the 14th. He was last seen a week ago near a house that is open and being renovated. We've put out over 200 flyer's in mailboxes, posted another 50 around our town, held two focused visualization sessions to bring him home and today, as I do often, I opened my self to the higher in me and tuned into "In Tune With the Infinite". It's a book that is equivalent to my Bible. It has never failed to comfort me or give me a clear answer. A few minutes ago, I closed my eyes, flipped the book around , asked for the message to come to me about Charlie and when I opened my eyes, here is what was on the page: "I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide o...

Originally I posted this in 2008. It's worth reading again. This weekend I took a workshop led by James Twyman, the author of the Moses Code. I highly recommend the book, the movie and the CD. One of the tracks of the CD has a frequency meditation based on a numerical value of the name of God. Not the word God but the name of God. When James Twyman played the CD in the small conference room, the energy shifted. You can call me goofy or Pollyanna... or you can just get a copy of it and listen to the Moses Code Meditation track. We had all just come in when he asked us to close our eyes and feel the energy in the room. What I heard was someone switching an old radio dial....interference and noise. Then he played the Moses Code Meditation track, just part of it. When he turned it off he asked us again to feel the energy in the room. What I heard was a hum, a pink and purple rainbow hum. Back to my earlier comment when I said you may call me goofy, yes, I heard colors... I liked it ...

For years I watched very little TV. I watched Saturday morning cartoons and the occasional TV movie, but as a teenager I spent most of my time in my room, listening to music and reading books on philosopy and musicology. My parents would get angry at my disdain for their favorite TV series and demand I that I would sit in the living room and look at what I described as the "idiot box". I was almost totally indifferent during my college years. My fraternity brothers would grow disturbed at my apathy. They'd ask me what I wanted to watch and I would reply that I didn't care, it was all the same to me, though of course I do fondly remember John Belushi on Saturday Night Live. Does anyone remember the Cone Heads? Through most of my adult life I didn't even have a TV, and when I did, it was hooked up to VCR so I could watch my favorite action and horror films. When I did have cable I would watch MTV and that was about it. But since I moved in with my better half, Bar...