I keep a hummingbird feeder on a tree outside of my window. It went empty a couple days ago, and I wasn’t able to get sugar until last night. It got refilled today.
I have seen videos of like 25 hummingbirds sharing a feeder in harmony. This is not my experience. My experience with the ruby throat hummingbirds is that they are quite territorial over the feeder. A male and female pair might occassionally share the feeder, but otherwise they chase eachother away from it. Today this territorial nature of theirs has gone to the extreme. They were chasing eachother so vigorously I heard them “thunk” into my window. Instead of just enjoying the feeder, which has plenty of slots, they were chasing each other around like mad women ready to kill each other. Acting a damn fool. Meanwhile, a butterfly was just peacefully sipping away. I imagine the butterfly was thinking something like “These hummingbirds are f**king crazy.”
Be like the butterfly instead of the crazy hummingbirds.
I had an epiphany this morning. The “sixth sense” is typically thought of as a blanket term to describe a number of psychic senses. There is clairaudience, clairvoyance, clairsentience, psychometry, etc. However, today I realized that the “sixth sense” is really the “antenna sense”. It is when our brain is able to function as an antenna that receives information beyond what we physically sense. That information from beyond is then processed in a way for us to understand, thus sometimes being sent to physical senses. Thus if you “hear” psychic information as if it is actual sound, that is your brain’s way of processing the information picked up by your antenna. All the labels of psychic abilities are really just labels of how your brain processes the information your antenna receives. It’s all the same ability with different manifestations. You can still use labels to explain to others how your psychic information presents itself, but that doesn’t mean that one psychic has a different sense than you. Rather it means that person has a different experience with the same sense.
Did the Universe throw my phone? I will let you decide.
Basically a year ago my phone charger broke. I ordered a new charger. As soon as I tried that charger, the usb port for the charger no longer worked. So I figured out I could use an external battery charger. I got an extra battery and for probably a year have been keeping my phone charged by switching between two batteries. The method works fine for me. However, shortly after I got the charger situation worked out, my phone got its first scratch/crack on the screen. On my birthday a couple months ago, it got it’s second crack. A little piece of the backplate also chipped off around that time. I ordered a replacement plate for it. It didn’t fit right in one corner so I resigned to just continue using the one with the small piece broken off. Then my charger broke. I rigged it to work long enough for me to get a replacement charger in the mail. I used it quite happily for a week or so. Then…yesterday….
My purse I have been carrying is mini backpack. It has a drawstring top and a flap that velcros shut. I secured the purse before heading out to a consignment store. I had the bag on my back, over one shoulder. I was walking happily along the sidewalk in front of the store. Then I heard it. WHAM! I looked behind me and my phone had fallen face down on the pavement. The impact was so strong it actually knocked the backplate off the phone. My screen was shattered. The screen doesn’t even light up anymore. The phone screen is super dead. I can’t even move the files on the phone’s internal memory to the sd card because of that. (Obviously I can’t plug it into my computer either since the phone usb port is damanged.) Hopefully no favorite photos or important notes were on the phone memory. I know I had an interesting dream detailed in a note, but I suppose not much else was that important on it.
For the past year it seems like I either have had shite luck with my phone OR the Universe had been trying to nudge me to get another phone. If the second, I guess the Universe decided to “HULK SMASH!” the phone to make sure I got the message this time. Why the Universe wants me to get a new phone, I do not know for sure.
Of course my fella (who is in another state) is quite anxious over me not having a phone until the new one arrives. (It’s an older model phone that is listed as new in box.) It stresses him not to have instant contact with me (since I don’t intend to sit at the computer all day). He is afraid there will be an emergency and he won’t know/won’t be able to get in touch with me quickly. Although he is concerned about it, it isn’t the biggest deal to me to wait until Friday without a cell phone. I think maybe that was part of what the Universe wanted was to get me to spend less time “attached” to my phone for the time being. Society has forgotten that people existed without the masses having cell phones until the 21st century. We have become so reliant on them that people lose their shit if somebody doesn’t respond to them within an hour of texting or calling. It has become a bit like an electronic leash in that way. You can’t just go about your day without your phone on you or beside you because goodness forbid you be out of reach for half a day. It’s kinda sad and frustrating.
That all being said, I do love having a good cell phone to watch youtube with while I am in bed, text my guy, and have around for quick emergency contact. Of course I also need it to make phone calls. I ordered the phone I wanted at Christmas. It is the upgrade right after the model of phone I have enjoyed since 2012. The phone was like $20 cheaper than it was at Christmas, so that is a plus. Hopefully it arrives in new condition like listed and there are no problems with it. Hopefully the case and screen protectors I ordered work very well with it. I am pretty happy to be getting an upgrade.
Blessed be, y’all.
*Deep Breath* I’ve been working on intutitive development lately. I have found a blessing of like-minded and caring souls in facebook groups. I appreciate the opportunity for intuitive reading practice. I want to try to connect and help people when possible. Even if the help is it just cheers them up for a few minutes cause they find it fascinating I was able to read them well. The problem is people either not paying attention to me telling them I have all the readings I can handle at the moment, or not caring an continuing to ask me for readinds under the same comment.
I am not a professional intutive. My readings are for me to develop my intuition. I appreciate the volunteers when I have asked for them. I also understand that some people are truly desperate for guidance. With that said, I am doing the readings for free. I am doing it to improve my intuition and hopefully make a positive difference in that person’s day. It makes me feel like some people are disregaurding me when I say in a post “The first three people to volunteer will get tarot readings” and then 25 other people comment after there have obviously been 3 people to volunteer already. I edited a post in another group to say I had enough volunteers, as many as I could handle, and still I am getting more volunteers on that post. Do people not read the full post or do they just not care?
I don’t have the energy and focus to sit down and give every interested person on the internet a free reading. It can get overwhelming when people disreguard what I say and just drop me a picture of them with the word “thanks”. So even though I am not a professional tarot reader or intuitive reader, here is the plea I make:
Please be considerate of the readers you want to help you. Chances are they want to help. They really do. But they are people, not psychic computers or fortune cookies. They need time to recharge, balance themselves emotionally, do their mundane activities, spend time with their loved ones, etc. If you see them setting boundaries (such as a reading limit), please respect that. Do you really want a reading from somebody who is exhuasted and scatterbrained? Do you want a reading from somebody who is feeling angry or overwhelmed? I can tell you that such readings are not likely to be very helpful. Imagine if a baker decided that as an act of thanks to his community he would give away a free donut to the first five people that come into his bakery each Wednesday morning. Then imagine there are 15 people in line who were all hoping to get that free donut and all of them asked even after they had already seen those five free donuts being given away. At that point, people are disreguarding the baker and taking excess advantage of him. It’s sort of a similar situtation. Please don’t be one of the people that keeps asking when you know the limit has been met. Seriously. Please.
I wonder if this is how artists feel when people keep asking them to draw them a picture for free. Even for hobby artists, that has got to be frustrating.
Something I saw on tv made me think. It was a preview for an episode of a show next week. A woman had spent a ton of her hard-earned money to open up a salon in Manhatten. Her business was struggling to attract clients so she had to spend even more money to throw a launch party. She gets a call on the day of the lauch party telling her a women’s protest (apparently a massive one) is nearby and has blocked off incoming traffic. You can see the business owner getting overcome with worry that she is going to lose her business because of all the money she spent likely being wasted.
This makes me ponder how much good a protest does if it hurts business owners belonging to the group being protested for. Perhaps protesters should be creative in ways to get their point across without negatively affecting the people they are trying to protest for. It seems like what they are doing is somewhat contradictory if they don’t at least try to make sure they are not hurting business owners. Perhaps business owners should be notified in advance that a protest is planned for that day so that business owners do not throw cash into major events that day or bring in a full staff they have to pay when customers can’t even get to the door.
I feel like courtesy to fellow man is important. If you can’t be courteous, why should people care about what you have to say?
I came to WordPress today to blog about some dreams I have been having (and I will), and I saw a notification that today is my 2 year anniversary on WordPress. 🙂 I feel like I have grown so much spiritually through my journey with this blog. I appreciate the kinship of those who have journeyed along with me. Thank you.
Now onto the subject of dream interpretation. I have had three unpleasent dreams lately about teeth. In the first two dreams somebody grabbed onto one of my front teeth with there fingers and was pulling it. I could feel the tooth being pulled. It was not fun. Then in my most recent sleep cycle I dreamt of having violent episodes of uncontrolled teeth grinding to the point my teeth started falling out. Also not fun. In retrospect I seemed amazing calm considered. Inconvenienced and annoyed, somewhat worried, but other random dream characters around me seemed more scared of what was happening. Kind of odd that they were more concerned than I was.
So I looked up dream meanings of losing teeth. Let me preface the next statement by saying omens are just another name for susperstitions that scare the crap out of people. One interepretation of tooth loss dreams are an omen that somebody you know is about to die. I’m going to strike this off of my interpretation list because I don’t much care for the idea of sitting around worrying about people I love dieing. I read that the Chinese have long believed that teeth dreams have messages about communication. The modern western society interpretation seems to relate to anxiety and/or your body telling you that you are grinding your teeth while you sleep. That last one definately makes sense. However, when I woke up I had no mouth or jaw pain, so I am thinking that was probably not the cause for my dreams. I have theorized my own meaning of the dream. I think it is good to consider your own interpretations as well instead of only reading what others suggest.
As you lovely readers know, I have been developing my intuition. There was a fear of mediumship at the start of this because I don’t want spirits uninvited and of whatever frequencies all up in my grill messing with me. I don’t want to be hearing phantom footsteps walking around my house or growls or any other disturbing mess. I also don’t want to be walking around the super market and have random spirits be like “Oh, that’s my daughter! Go over there and talk to me for her!” Um…no thank you. Giving a reading to somebody asking for one is one thing. I’m not interested in being the seemingly crazy intrusive lady who can’t just enjoy her day out uninterupted/unburdened. I am not interested in having spirits chatting at me whenever they feel like or can get the energy to do so. I been putting my boundries up like the freaking Buckingham Palace with gaurds standing outside the gate.
However, I have I think 4 times now did practice readings related to mediumship. (As opposed to stuff like “I feel sadness coming from you” or “I think you are going to get a new job.”) I wonder if these unpleasent dreams (in which I seem to become less and less disturbed as they progressively take place despite the pain) are representative of mediumship for me. I will note that I was seemingly not actually me in the first dream. I was a young blond woman.
Mediumship is after all about communication. Perhaps these are anxiety dreams about developing that ability. I wonder if it is common for developing mediums to have dreams about tooth problems. Hmmmm….
That’s all for this one. Blessed be, y’all.
Tonight I got a sudden intuitive message that my aura is pink. I looked it up, and boy is it accurate.
I have not been on WordPress as often lately. I have been fairly emersed in psychic development. Seems my spirit guides finally introduced themselves to me quickly after I became lucid in a dream this morning. Pretty happy about that. It’s nice to have names. I hope you all have been well. Blessed be.