I've been wondering more about spirits because I get this amazing cold shaking sensation at night mostly. For a while I thought it was hormonal. And then after that that I was cold and it was just a chill. But I've been tracking it for a while, trying to learn more about it...and wondered if that is a spirit passing through me.
Now before you laugh, there is every reason for someone to do this to me. ManFriend. I summoned him to watch over me for two years. And while I did feel this sensation 4 years ago at a haunted house, it has been very sporadic until February. Since February it is a regular occurrence. Of course ManFriend passed at the end of January. I talk to him very frequently. I started to wonder if it is just him letting me know he was there. I wanted to explore this more.
Being alone out here has been difficult. I have the constant reminder of what led me here (ManFriend's death + my not wanting to live in NY for about 8 years - after SI). I've had lots of psychic readings done over the years and most recently a lot have been fairly accurate. It has become a little bit of a fascination for me...maybe because I need some sort of reassurance that things will be ok.
I found this new psychic group, so I joined. I was not sure what to expect, but figured, something led me to it, might as well try it. Everyone was at different levels with me being the most inexperienced and the lady running it doing it professionally.
About an hour into the meeting, the leader led us through a mediation. I had not previously ever tried mediation and was not sure what to expect. I was surprised with how fast I became comfortable and relaxed. After we relaxed our bodies, we called to our spiritual helpers to show themselves. I didn't see anything, but I felt this pressure in/on my right hand, which was in my pocket. The timing of this sensation was strange...it was when we were introducing ourselves to them. I wondered, was I shaking someone's hand in greeting? We asked our helpers to let us know if there was anything they'd like to share with us. Again, nothing. I didn't hear or see or feel anything. We went through several other requests before we came out of mediation, and I did not get anything else.
We went around the room, if anyone wanted to discuss what they saw or felt. I shared that it was my first time ever in meditation and that I enjoyed it. I told them I, sadly, didn't see anything but felt for a brief moment this pressure on my hand. A lady chimed in that I was a healer. They asked a few questions, and then I told them a little bit about the chill sensation I get. I would not be surprised if I was a healer, after all, I like to fix people. I don't want to say the guys that interest me are charity cases...but they've all had issues and I tried so hard to help them through it. It is what I do.
I am looking forward to our next meeting...but sad that it is a month away. I guess I have homework to work on in the meantime. That night I attempted meditation on my own, but was not successful. I instead thought so much about other things that I ended up shedding a few tears before calling it quits. maybe I need to get a tape to walk me through it again.
I am open to the idea of learning more and attempting to gain more knowledge and skill, but I am worried about opening my channel to the undesirable, and will have to make intentions known and clear about my expectations.
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Thursday, March 14, 2013
An experiment on helping
I am quite independent, I don't need help often and I don't ask for help often...if I need it, I have no problem asking my family or a super close friend for a little assistance.
After the 'crazy about you' thing with ManFriend, I thought, maybe I should ask him for help, see how he reacts...maybe like a test.
So I text him one evening and say "when you get a chance, can you look up at the drop ceiling tiles in your building and let me know what size they are". A super small and easy task. He says 'absolutely'.
Two days later he messages me saying they were definitely not one foot, maybe 1 1/2 or maybe 2. I thanked him for his assistance and went to the HomeDepot website and did a quick search on drop ceiling tiles and saw that a 2 foot tile was 'standard'. OK, so sure, I could have done that days ago before asking ManFriend, but again, I was looking to see if he'd help me. I replied back to him it must be a two foot one since that is 'standard' and I just looked it up online. He responded he would measure when he got home. I told him that was not necessary because I looked it up and was 99.9% confident that it was 2 feet, but thank you. He kept at it. I told him it was fine, I didn't need help. He became a little defensive like 'what, you can't ask me for help?''. So, blunt me says, "I already did. I asked you to tell me how big it was 2 1/2 days ago, and when you responded you had a non-answer. 'about/maybe' doesn't count. So I took care of it, but thank you". This went on that he would definitively text me later...I told him not to waste his time and that he has sufficiently annoyed me and that I would like to end this conversation.
I sat at my work desk and thought...when he looked at the ceiling, he could have measured it in a fake way...so maybe he doesn't own a tape measure (that wouldn't surprise me, he is not handy), but there are other ways to measure. He could have taken off his shoe and figured out based on that how big the tile was...maybe 2 shoe lengths of whatever size he has, then a quick google search on men's shoe size and the inch equivalent Or he could have used his thumb...part of the thumb is about an inch, so just measure it against the side of the tile. Or even a sheet of paper; standard paper is 8 1/2 x 11...so just use the paper to get an estimate. It is easy. there is 6 inch difference between 18 and 24 so it is a safe bet when it comes to estimating that size.
Sure enough, ManFriend texted me late that night with '2 feet', yes, I've know that since he first text message with the non-answer.
This goes onto the "CON" list of ManFriend. He is not handy, he couldn't handle a very simple task and he couldn't accept he failed at something and instead persisted even though I told him not to. That last one should be a good thing, persistence to some extent is good....but he seriously annoyed the crap out of me with his non answers and whatnot.
My advice to all you men...and some of you women, is when you are asked for help either state "sorry, I can't help you" or "sure, I will get back to you"-and get back with a REAL answer....not a non-answer. If you think you can help, and then realize you can't, I know that you had good intentions, but maybe the task was too difficult, I won't hold it against you if you are honest about it and simply state that you are sorry you don't have an answer...but please don't make something up.
After the 'crazy about you' thing with ManFriend, I thought, maybe I should ask him for help, see how he reacts...maybe like a test.
So I text him one evening and say "when you get a chance, can you look up at the drop ceiling tiles in your building and let me know what size they are". A super small and easy task. He says 'absolutely'.
Two days later he messages me saying they were definitely not one foot, maybe 1 1/2 or maybe 2. I thanked him for his assistance and went to the HomeDepot website and did a quick search on drop ceiling tiles and saw that a 2 foot tile was 'standard'. OK, so sure, I could have done that days ago before asking ManFriend, but again, I was looking to see if he'd help me. I replied back to him it must be a two foot one since that is 'standard' and I just looked it up online. He responded he would measure when he got home. I told him that was not necessary because I looked it up and was 99.9% confident that it was 2 feet, but thank you. He kept at it. I told him it was fine, I didn't need help. He became a little defensive like 'what, you can't ask me for help?''. So, blunt me says, "I already did. I asked you to tell me how big it was 2 1/2 days ago, and when you responded you had a non-answer. 'about/maybe' doesn't count. So I took care of it, but thank you". This went on that he would definitively text me later...I told him not to waste his time and that he has sufficiently annoyed me and that I would like to end this conversation.
I sat at my work desk and thought...when he looked at the ceiling, he could have measured it in a fake way...so maybe he doesn't own a tape measure (that wouldn't surprise me, he is not handy), but there are other ways to measure. He could have taken off his shoe and figured out based on that how big the tile was...maybe 2 shoe lengths of whatever size he has, then a quick google search on men's shoe size and the inch equivalent Or he could have used his thumb...part of the thumb is about an inch, so just measure it against the side of the tile. Or even a sheet of paper; standard paper is 8 1/2 x 11...so just use the paper to get an estimate. It is easy. there is 6 inch difference between 18 and 24 so it is a safe bet when it comes to estimating that size.
Sure enough, ManFriend texted me late that night with '2 feet', yes, I've know that since he first text message with the non-answer.
This goes onto the "CON" list of ManFriend. He is not handy, he couldn't handle a very simple task and he couldn't accept he failed at something and instead persisted even though I told him not to. That last one should be a good thing, persistence to some extent is good....but he seriously annoyed the crap out of me with his non answers and whatnot.
My advice to all you men...and some of you women, is when you are asked for help either state "sorry, I can't help you" or "sure, I will get back to you"-and get back with a REAL answer....not a non-answer. If you think you can help, and then realize you can't, I know that you had good intentions, but maybe the task was too difficult, I won't hold it against you if you are honest about it and simply state that you are sorry you don't have an answer...but please don't make something up.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Red wine & cheese experiment
A few weeks ago I posted a question on Facebook - how can I prevent red lips when drinking wine? I have a few clever suggestions, and when I got home I did research...so I figured, why not test some of these theories out?
Eating a hard cheese before and during drinking the wine was the first one I tested out. I had the house to myself, I was in a decent mood, it was early, and ManFriend was due over in hours...why not be a little tipsy before he gets here?
I crack a bottle of wine and pour a glass. I let it air when I cut up some cheese and I grab some grapes and pita chips just for fun.
I nipple on a few pieces of cheese, and three grapes. I start to wonder...how am I supposed to eat the cheese? I figured I would bite into it with my front teeth, maybe the teeth need to be coated with cheese? But that only works once, the rest of the time my back teeth are chewing. I drink my wine while belting out songs on my playlist. In just minutes I realize my glass is empty. I realize I didn't do a before picture. woops.
I don't have a professional camera or spotlights so it is really hard to see anything from the photos I've included here. I studied my teeth and lips. I noticed the lips and teeth both had a very light purple tint. Not bad, noticeable definitely to me - not sure if it would be noticeable to others if in a restaurant or bar. I started doubting if cheese would work to eliminate the purple.
I continued on, for the sake of the experiment.
I poured the second glass. Since I noticed the light tint, I wondered if I had to have more cheese - mid drinking, so I had a few more small pieces of cheese and two small pita chips. A few minutes later, the second glass was empty.
I grabbed my phone and sprinted to the bathroom mirror. Did it work? I was shocked, but YES, the purple tint was barely visible.
I started to take notes, so I would remember all this, but then decided it would be easier to blog as I go. With that, a little extra time passed before I really got into the third glass of wine...and talking to ManFriend it seems like he might have the stomach bug so I won't be seeing him again...nice excuse for me to finish the bottle of wine by myself.
Typing, singing, drinking, texting ManFriend AND eating cheese is proving difficult. I am not keeping up with the cheese...but then again, do I really want to eat so much cheese anyway? I mean, I LOVE cheese, but let's be realistic. If I was out and about drinking wine, I would nibble on a few pieces of cheese I wouldn't eat a whole block.
If anything this will be like...during a cocktail hour and I am having wine, put a few pieces of cheese on my plate, maybe eat one after every glass kind of thing.
So I take a time out from texting and eating cheese to focus on finishing my third glass.
Yikes, I think I need some food, not just cheese. I am only 40 minutes in, but I realize I haven't eaten in hours.
Glass #3 is empty. I again study my teeth and lips. My teeth look similar to after the first glass, but my lips are more tinted purple. I am starting to think this cheese theory might just help...maybe if I couple it with the lipgloss theory for my lips.
I need a break, so I drank some regular tap water. But I am starting to doubt how much I want to drink alone. Having someone else indulge with me would have been better and I would have lasted longer...but it is no fun to be drunk alone :(
Overall, I think after three glasses of wine, my lips aren't as purple as they were on NYE or when I've been wine tasting. I am OK with the results so far. I will post an update another time after I've had another glass or two.
Eating a hard cheese before and during drinking the wine was the first one I tested out. I had the house to myself, I was in a decent mood, it was early, and ManFriend was due over in hours...why not be a little tipsy before he gets here?
I crack a bottle of wine and pour a glass. I let it air when I cut up some cheese and I grab some grapes and pita chips just for fun.
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| supplies |
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| after drink 1 |
I continued on, for the sake of the experiment.
I poured the second glass. Since I noticed the light tint, I wondered if I had to have more cheese - mid drinking, so I had a few more small pieces of cheese and two small pita chips. A few minutes later, the second glass was empty.
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| after the second glass |
I started to take notes, so I would remember all this, but then decided it would be easier to blog as I go. With that, a little extra time passed before I really got into the third glass of wine...and talking to ManFriend it seems like he might have the stomach bug so I won't be seeing him again...nice excuse for me to finish the bottle of wine by myself.
Typing, singing, drinking, texting ManFriend AND eating cheese is proving difficult. I am not keeping up with the cheese...but then again, do I really want to eat so much cheese anyway? I mean, I LOVE cheese, but let's be realistic. If I was out and about drinking wine, I would nibble on a few pieces of cheese I wouldn't eat a whole block.
If anything this will be like...during a cocktail hour and I am having wine, put a few pieces of cheese on my plate, maybe eat one after every glass kind of thing.
So I take a time out from texting and eating cheese to focus on finishing my third glass.
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| after drink 3 |
Glass #3 is empty. I again study my teeth and lips. My teeth look similar to after the first glass, but my lips are more tinted purple. I am starting to think this cheese theory might just help...maybe if I couple it with the lipgloss theory for my lips.
I need a break, so I drank some regular tap water. But I am starting to doubt how much I want to drink alone. Having someone else indulge with me would have been better and I would have lasted longer...but it is no fun to be drunk alone :(
Overall, I think after three glasses of wine, my lips aren't as purple as they were on NYE or when I've been wine tasting. I am OK with the results so far. I will post an update another time after I've had another glass or two.
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