{written Wednesday morning, 2 days ago}

This morning I finally had a chance to sit, be still, and focus. I need to take some time to tune in and prepare for tonight’s Cosmic Playdate. I’m so excited to be doing this again. Last year it was called Crystal Healing Meditations. I had stopped for the summer, and never started up in the fall again after getting taking ill. I’m back, I’m ready, and it’s time for it. The name Cosmic Playdate is much more apt. We are going to have fun tonight!


So I sat down on the bed with my basket of essences, took a couple of deep breaths, and sprayed 3rd Eye Clearing essence on my 3rd eye. It’s just like putting up a windowshade and letting the light flood in. Instant illumination. I sprayed Psychic Vision on my crown chakra, and sat with those two for a while. I’ve been paying more attention lately to how I’m running my energy, and I usually start any meditative or tuning in process with these two essences to focus my frequencies. Is it powerful—my Psychic Development kit.


I’ve been listening to Abraham (Abraham-Hicks.com) lately, which has also helped me decide more clearly how to focus my energy. Abraham makes it so simple. And yes, I’ve been listening to Abraham for almost 20 years (but not lately), and it’s still new, it’s still fresh and it still hits home. Timeless wisdom there … Anyway, Abraham asks, “why are you paddling upstream?” So I’ve been looking at my life, asking that of myself. I’ve put a stop, over the years, to lots of that upstream nonsense. Being a legal secretary, for instance. That was soooo swimming upstream for me, and I did it for years. So what’s downstream, for me, I’ve been asking. And this is it. Teaching and learning, learning and teaching, and my forte, my passion, is the area of—well, there’re many words for it—metaphysics, new thought, spirituality, Higher Consciousness, etc. That’s why I’m so excited about tonight, starting up again my weekly Cosmic Playdates.


The Psychic Vision energy opened up my crown chakra right away, I feel the “pull” as it starts energizing my Rainbow Bridge (our connection to Higher Self). Next I sprayed Joy up over my head to let it float down, lightening and brightening my aura from the outside in, because that’s how it works. I still feel it out there. Then I sprayed Abundance on my Crown, 3rd Eye, and Heart chakras, and under the tongue. Abundance energy is very centering; it penetrates to the matrix level of your being, and puts everything back in order, realigning and re-integrating before moving to the next layer out to do the same thing. I like doing it after I’ve sprayed a few others, because then they act as “building blocks” of new, good energy for the Abundance to use in the rebuilding, deep in our energetic foundation.


By this time I was so charged, so energized, it was amazing. I decided to use this wonderful state of being I was in productively, so I sat on the other side of the bed, near my little altar. It happens to be near the Prosperity corner of the room, and the house. I gathered all the crystals that were on the altar and cleared them. Then I held them by twos and charged them up with this wonderful combination of frequencies I was resonating with. Wow. Then I focused even more on aligning with the Stream that Abraham talks about, and I can literally feel myself swept away by the current of my Stream, it’s so fast.


Abraham talks about that, too, on the CDs I’ve been listening to lately. If we’ve built up a lot of vibrational escrow with our focus on what we want, the good stuff, then once we actually get out of our own way and become a vibrational match to it, bingo! There we are, in the stream! But, it’s going to be really fast, so hang on, because we’ve energized it so much. That’s what I’m feeling, that’s where I’m at right now. Powerfully aligned with the stream, the Life Stream, the Stream of wellness and thriving and relentless joy and bliss and overflowing abundance, and it is fast.


I decided to point this wonderful energy in the direction of my business for a few minutes, and within 45 seconds I’d come up with a new, amazing product that I want to bring to market. Nothing like I’ve got now—It’s a high-end spiritual tool that with the energies of the angels, the elements, beautiful stones and crystals will help focus your intent, powerfully, and will assist in manifestation and your creative process. Wow.


I’ve been having fun with my focusing lately—I manifested a brand-new car for myself 11 days ago, and that was an astonishing process. I may tell you that story in another post. I have manifested some great things in my life this year already, and the journey keeps getting better. If you’re around, come to my Cosmic Playdate some Wednesday night, you’ll have fun focusing your energy with me, too.

First there is thought ....

"Matter is the evolution of energy. First there is thought, then there is thought form, and then there is matter. Matter is only thought that has been thought upon by more." --- Abraham


I love this quote; I receive them daily by Abraham. Abraham has such a way with words, I’ve always loved the Abraham material. It’s one of the few sources of channeled material that I follow. I used to get readings at psychic fairs and things all the time back in the 80s. But when I started channeling my own angelic frequencies, I stopped paying attention to almost all of it. Lazaris (channeled by Jach Purcell), Abraham (Esther Hicks), and Emmanuel (Pat Rodegast) are the ones I paid attention to, as well as the Law of One material. The information rang so true … it still does. I still want to attend an Abraham event one of these days.


“First there is thought … ” says Abraham. “Thoughts are things,” my mom used to say. Of course she’s right. Moms often are. I am pretty careful about what I think, thanks in part to her stance on the subject. I’m even more careful about what I say. I learned this lesson in a really valuable & unforgettable way, once upon a time. (If I had to guess, I would put it in the mid-80s.) If you’ve attended any of my workshops you may have heard this story. I was driving north on Rt. 116 between Middlebury and Bristol. Probably right around the turn off to Bristol Notch I came up behind a panel truck, rather like a regular UPS boxy truck. This part of the road is all straight and flat, so we were trucking along, both of us. Well, then we get up aways where we start going around and over the New Haven river—curves in the road. This truck ahead of me isn’t slowing down much, I notice. Especially the nasty S-turn with the bridge in the middle—he blew right through it. So now I’m on alert. I had been through a couple of accidents in the preceeding year, and wasn’t interested in seeing another, even from a distance, so I started calling in my spirit guides and angels.


We’re heading through Bristol Flats, past the Johnson Lumber Mill, and I’m getting very anxious at the stop sign ahead at the 4-way intersection. North and south-bound drivers have stop signs there, the east-west bound drivers did not. The truck is still sailing along ahead of me, doing about 60; ahead of us is the intersection with our stop sign, and there are cars crossing in front of us, I can see them up ahead, going both ways. At some point—it gets blurry because I think I just leapt out of my body or something—I figured out that he wasn’t going to stop. Or even slow down. But the next thing I knew as he got almost to the intersection, I had my crystal wand in my hand and screamed, “He’s got to stop!” The instant I shouted there was a loud and prolonged screech of brakes. The truck slid past the stop sign, but came to rest before actually entering the intersection.


I had stopped myself, my heart pounding so hard in my throat it hurt. I sat there behind this truck, wondering what the hell had happened, and what was up with this driver, and thank god for miracles. I looked at the wand in my hand—a beautiful wand, it had a large crystal set in the top, as big as my thumb, protruding three inches from the copper tube, wrapped with navy blue leather. I loved that wand, it was my “car wand.” I had made it a few years before, and with its doubly terminated crystal, it was indeed very powerful. I had never, however, put it to this kind of test. So I sat there, breathing hard, trying to calm down, and watching the truck as it just sat there. There was no longer any traffic going through the intersection, all was quiet, and still he just sat there. After what had to be a couple minutes, the truck ambled across the intersection, still heading north. That’s the direction I was going, so I followed him.


On the other side of the intersection, in the middle of the road, the truck just stopped. Obviously, the driver must be either falling asleep or on something, and was probably freaked out right about now. I just sat there, waited behind it. I didn’t want to intrude on whatever thought process was going on in that truck. After a minute or two, a man got out of the truck. Looking very dazed and confused, he meandered over to stand at my window. I rolled it down. “Do you know where I can get a cup of coffee?” he asked. “I think you need a nap,” I responded. “No, no,” he mumbled. “I just need coffee …” He took off his bill cap and rubbed his eyes. “If you go up that hill there, you’ll go up to the village of Bristol and you can get coffee there,” I pointed for him. But he was looking back at that intersection. “I don’t know what happened back there,” he said. “I did not see that stop sign.” I got chills all over. He made to walk away. “Please take care of yourself, get some rest,” I said to his back. I thought about it all the way home… about the mechanics of what happened. “First there is thought,” says Abraham. I had been nervous and wary about the driver in that truck, but obviously I hadn’t thought about doing anything about it—really, what could I have done? No cell phones in every pocket in those days. But I could do something, turns out. I had a thought. And it was just the right thing.


I asked David Wilcock about it four years ago, when I was giving him a ride back to the airport after his keynote appearance at the annual convention of the American Society of Dowsers. In his talk he had explained about what the Russians call the “morphogenic field” that connects all of Life, this consciousness field of which we are all a part. “There’s only one of us here,” he often says.

“So when I shouted, holding the wand, I sent that vibration through the field and he got it?” I asked. I don’t remember his response word-for-word, but he said something like, with the force of energy behind my words, due to the intensity of the situation, and with my visualizing and intention for his stopping projected through the crystal wand, the thought form necessary to stop the truck was created. I certainly haven’t mastered the art of manifestation, but I keep at it. And I am ever grateful for that occasion, once up on a time, when I just might have helped effect the aversion of something terrible. (I hope the person that stole that beautiful wand from my car several months later is treating it carefully.)


“First there is thought … ” says Abraham. What are yours?