I Can't Quit Smoking!

I have had a couple of friends who have struggled with smoking over the years.

One of them is a very health conscious medical professional who was perplexed

for years over not being able to quit smoking.

The other is a competent and successful businesswoman who can handle

just about anything.

I watched as they tried all the usual things to quit.

Hypnosis, medications, nicotine patches, electronic cigarettes, will-power… all failed.

In other aspects of life, they had no trouble losing weight, exercising regularly

and staying healthy.

So this was out of sync with the other parts of their lives.

They really gave their best efforts, but the problem persisted.

No amount of feeling bad or self criticism seemed to make a difference.
Eventually, it came to me to look a little deeper into the problem…

When we looked at the circumstances of their lives, when they started,

when they smoked the most, what they smoked, etc.,interesting details
began to emerge.

One woman traced her smoking to her deceased father.

They smoked the same brand of cigarettes and used to sneak
out back to smoke and visit together since it was banned in mom's house. 

It was always their special time together.

She missed him terribly after his passing.

She began to realize that she connected with him when she went off by herself
to smoke and drift in her mind to the good times they shared.

Over time, she realized that the urge to go off alone and smoke was coming
not from herself, but from him!

In the end, she understood that the desire to smoke was his way of signaling to her

that he was near.

She would feel a bit of anxiety as he approached (which is quite normal as unseen spirits touch in) and she would feel the need to smoke (as opposed to eat or drink).

Once she saw the pattern, she came to the place where she could simply welcome
his presence and spend a little time sharing the affection they had always had
for one another.

She found that she no longer needed to reach for the cigarette.

She would talk over her problems, share the events of life...just like old times.

What was important was not the smoking, but his drawing close to her
as she made her way through life...their on-going connection.

I remember occasionally smelling cigarette smoke over my shoulder in the late evening.

No one smokes in my house….ever.

So when it happened, I would always jerk my head around looking for the source.

I was alone in the house, for one thing, and try as I might, I could find no visible source for it. Eventually I picked up the pattern...

It was always late evening as I read on the computer. It was over my right shoulder.

I felt a curious reader hovering near me, looking over my shoulder at what I was reading.

It was disconcerting, but not threatening.

I moved my computer to a different spot, closer to a sunny window.

I asked the spirit to move on if that was appropriate…and it did.

Many people have had a similar experience of smelling an old perfume that they associated with a grandmother who had long since passed on.

There are many examples… We are being made aware of the presence of another soul.

Sometimes they come to help, sometimes they are merely interested, curious,

sometimes intrusive or angry...the full range of human emotions.

We learn with time and experience to decode and recognize their presence
and the purpose for their contact.

With the second woman, she was especially drawn to smoke during difficult times
in her life.  That seems normal enough on the surface.

But she really detested the fact that she smoked and could not quit under any circumstances.  It just would not let go of her.

We had to work a bit to get beyond the bad feelings associated with her
uncontrollable habit.

Once we took a stance of acceptance and curiosity instead of blame and struggle,

she sensed that her native American grandmother had been touching in with her

in times of deep crisis, when she was seemingly all alone and without support.

Smoking calmed her, but perhaps it was her grandmother’s nearness that consoled her,
as well. 
Once she established the connection, there was less desire to smoke
and she eventually eased her way out of it successfully.

Just remember, many things in life are more than they appear to be….

If simple methods are not working, then maybe a more complex view
should be considered.

The right tool for the job gets the job done.

The correct framework will help one reach their goal.
We sometimes have to try a few different tools to find the one that works.
You are not lacking! You are just lacking a workable perspective!

As always, feel free to comment and share...

The next post will have to do with symptoms of illnesses...

Dropping History, Dropping Pounds

Ahhh history....

Everyone's got history...lots of it in many cases.

We feel trapped by our histories, burdened down by what has happened to us...  
and by what we have done to ourselves as a result of stress and traumas. 

All the events that upset our lives and put us on less than glorious paths in life...
and in the less than glorious ways we care for our bodies.
 
We feel like we are wading through an ugly endless swamp
and we are getting tired of dealing with it all.

While history matters...it is real...and powerful at times,
it is less helpful when it comes to getting better. 

Sometimes, when I see that something is not working like it should, I take a different tack.

People spend so much time and energy trying to understand what has happened to them.
And that can be a good thing.   But there is a season for everything.

When all that effort isn't giving you the results you need, it may be time for a new approach.

One approach that can really help is 'dropping history'.

So what would happen if we found a way to drop some of that history.

So much of our history is filled with defeat, self blame, unpleasant triggers and the like.
We go round and round and round....looping endlessly
until we have worn deep ruts in our minds and in our habits.
That gets discouraging!  It goes nowhere!

Here is how I learned to drop history and free myself.

It started with a friendship that had faltered. 
A certain person had offended and hurt me to no end. 
I would not retaliate in kind, but I would tally up all the terrible things she did or said. 
As time went by I began to seethe with resentment and hurt.
Many were the times when I self medicated with food or drink as a result.
Eventually the whole mess was taking up way too much room in my head.
I was stuck.  The load just got heavier and more hurtful.

One day an image floated before my mind's eye. 
I saw a large chalkboard and on it was written all the grievances that I had against her. 
It was a very long list.  I felt my anger and spitefulness arise once more.  Pretty toxic stuff.
    
Then I saw a big eraser on the ledge of the chalkboard.
I had the thought of just simply erasing the whole tiresome list.
Making it clean...

'Who cares!?'  a part of me cried.   'Who cares!?'
Some of that junk was 10 years old....Who cares!?
Wouldn't it just feel better to wash the slate clean?

In my mind's eye, I did just that!  I wiped the board that day...
Over the next days and weeks when the memories returned to haunt me,
I wiped the board clean again and again and again.  Day by day.
"Who cares about all that junk?!  Not me!"

I learned to live without that history and all the misery that came with it.
I found myself feeling lighter and happier... Why hadn't I thought of this before?!

Had I forgiven her?  Well, I suppose so... 
I just wasn't interested in carting all that around anymore.  It wasn't healthy...for me or her.

It soon occurred to me to drop history with other parts of my past...
"Who cares?!" became a kind of anthem.

In the end, I even learned to forgive myself!  The greatest gift!

I honestly don't care what mistakes were made yesterday or last month or last year.
All that weighs me down and gets me no closer to my goals. 
When you learn to drop history, your own good energy returns to you.
It is suddenly easy to change your life for the better.
Let the past go...
Living without history can be incredibly liberating!  
Today is a good day....that is enough. 
Why poison today with thoughts of yesterday?

You will be amazed at how much history can be dropped...
Take a chance...pick a starting point and try it for yourself!

I leave you with a quote from Marcus Aurelius:
"Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.”

Eating for Two

Recently I was talking with one of my students who is struggling with an eating disorder.
She is a highly disciplined young woman balancing  her college studies with sports pursuits.
During the day she eats fresh, organic vegetarian fare...just perfect for her. 
Yet she seems to have another side that really mystifies and troubles her. 
In the evening a mood comes over her, she says.  She is suddenly angry and brooding.
It happens every night.  She then eats and drinks everything that she would normally refuse.
All of her good efforts during the day are thoroughly undone.
She is frustrated at her lack of self control.  You can imagine the guilt and self blame that follows.

I asked if if she could recall when the problem started and what was going on in her life at the time.
It took a bit to tease out the details.  Maybe 3 or 4 years ago, she said. 
Nothing much was going on...studies, home life, friends...just the usual things.

So then I asked her about the angry mood that sweeps over her. 
Did it remind her of anyone?
Male or female?  Young or old?   What was it that she ate or drank in the evenings?
Again...did it have the characteristics of a man or woman? 
What kind of personality was at work? 

A few moments later, her face lit up.  She absolutely recognized the personality
as that of her grandfather, who had passed 4 years ago.   Everything fit.
Her first reaction was shock and a bit of fear. 
What was he doing here?  He's supposed to be gone, right?  Dead!

I asked her if they were on good terms before his passing...
"No, not really,"  she said firmly.   It seemed that he had been quite a difficult man.
She wondered why he would be bothering her, interfering in her life this way.
As I considered her situation, I asked her to think about whether he might be signalling
his presence in this way. Not attacking or bothering her, but attempting to identify himself.
Perhaps he sought to make amends for things he had done while alive.

She was doubtful, but she agreed to try to test things...to observe and feel his angry presence
when it came over her that evening.  And then, instead of eating or drinking, to ask him what
he wanted...why he came each evening...what they might do to patch things up so he could
move on in peace.   Or, perhaps he was offering to guide and support her...  

Many things are possible...just like in regular relationships.
Only now a person literally has the advantage of hind sight...
Many times we look back on things we wish we had handled in a better way.
Making amends beyond the grave is not so uncommon as people think...

As this young woman worked through her painful memories and made peace with her
grandfather, his personality softened and his visits, now less frequent, felt much better.
Her moodiness disappeared and her eating was back on track again. 
In the end, it was just his way of reaching out to her...to get her attention.  
Once they had established a connection and made their peace, the clues were no longer needed.

In the same way that some people will catch a whiff of lavender or rose for no apparent reason
and come to recognize it as the scent of a grandmother....come to touch in...food scents,urges
and cravings can be a signal that someone you know is trying to reach you.

This is sometimes a useful piece of the puzzle.  
Rather than just criticising yourself when you eat or drink in a way that seems beyond your control
or against your best intentions, you might step back and observe your behavior for awhile.
Listen to your own language.  In this case, she held the key to her own situation in saying that an
angry mood came over her each evening and made her eat or drink.  That was quite literally
what was happening.  She just needed a little nudge to recognize how true her casual words were.

Bear in mind we might also stumble simply because we're tired, stressed, undernourished
or lacking in some important nutrient.  It's good to consider things from different points of view.
The proof is in the pudding, they say.  Try one tool after another until you find the one that gets
results.  
Always be patient and compassionate toward yourself.  There are reasons for everything we do.
It may take a little time and ingenuity to untangle everything and that is alright, too.
We carry a lot of history in these bodies...   They are deserving of our attention and love.

Be Well!

Back to Blogging...

Well, it has been an unexpectedly long absence...

My computer was down for several weeks and then, within days of its return, it was time to leave
for the Balkans once more. (see my Gypsyashram blog for more stories)

For those of us who live on our computers much of the time, these events can be quite stressful.
They have been in the past whenever I was separated from my laptop and my routines.
This time around, I was surprised to find myself much calmer than usual.
I was initially told that the repair would take 2-3 days at most. I could live with that.
A little break is a good thing. Little did I realize that I would still be waiting 3 weeks later.
So much to do, yet I was stopped in my tracks at the most inconvenient time.

By now, I have lived long and hard enough to learn that the 'Universe' trumps all in these matters.
In the past, I would have fretted, pushed, gotten angry or indignant. I would have worried myself sick.

This time around I responded more gracefully. I slipped out of my old addiction simply and
without complaint. Everything happens for a reason and the unexpected is usually a good thing.
No point in upsetting myself or anyone else over these events.

But what to do with all that time and energy!?
Well... I would just have to look up and around and perhaps within to see what other life beckoned.
I had half an idea that I might use this opportunity to ditch the TV for the duration, as well.
Most of my reading, too...
Step into the void for awhile... Lose the routines... Create a little growing space...

When I looked up and around me, I saw a whole lot of disconnect,
In my comfortable old routines, I had managed to not see and neglect my environment.
There was cleaning to do and tossing of stuff that was extraneous to my life.
It felt good to de-clutter and renew my spaces.
Then I noticed the disconnect with my body.  A perennial concern...lol.
I began to consciously attend to myself...reconnect.
I danced, I communed. I ate well and rested more.
I let down and released many of my old concerns.
I unburdened myself on every level.

I began to realize that this was all perfect preparation for the trip ahead.
Clearing my mind and heart for what lay ahead.
Letting myself become rested and still, emptied, pliable and receptive...

I gave some thought to how fragile we humans are...
These wonderful tools...our computers, TVs, cell phones and the like can go from
being timesavers and conveniences to becoming obsessions and addictions.
What is meant to serve us begins to master us instead.
We lose touch with our essential selves.
We even begin to think that time and energy spent this way IS real life.
If nothing else, it seems to be a satisfactory enough substitution...

We are meant to live from our essential selves.
When we stray very far from that guiding principle, signals are sent from within.
If you pause to notice, that is when the upset sets in and our gut reacts.
We experience anxiety and disquiet and then we give way and act on that upset,
attempting to quell it with food or drink. The cycle of blame and failure follows.
Before you know it we are living "out there" instead of living "in here"...in our centers.
Our lives are being orchestrated for us...rather than being directed by our own awareness
and the desires of our own true selves.

We have to wrestle ourselves out of the grip of the society and habits that we
find ourselves in periodically.

We are free to do that...as often as we need to.
As we become wiser and kinder toward ourselves, we give ourselves permission
to do that more often.

That is why I have learned to appreciate these times of uncoupling and unplugging.
Our addictions are broken up periodically and we get to reconnect in a healthy way.
Awareness returns and we slip out of our little trances.
The societal trances that say that we must all be twittering and facebooking and texting,
exhausting ourselves with endless chatter and involvement.
Our family work and personal trances that call for too much busyness,
too much self-criticism and self- improvement.
These are ideas that drum relentlessly in people's heads.
Other people's opinions that rob us of the simple peace and happiness of being here,
of being alive, of just living...without obligation, pressure and guilt.
Recovering, protecting and preserving our essential selves...and, above all, expressing them.

Finding your clues...

Several readers have asked for more information about how these ‘hungry ghost’ problems occur…

How to know if that is a piece of their puzzle…

What to do if you suspect  'hungry ghost' involvement.  

First… take note of when your problem started... 

was it in childhood, young adulthood or later in life? 

Try not to over-analyze at this stage.  It is just fact-finding for now. 

You will, no doubt, have various explanations in mind just the same.  

So go ahead and note them.

For the moment, let's say that those are the stories we tell ourselves.  

Note them, but don't engage them for now.

As much as you are able, leave any blame and self-recrimination on the side.  

It just confuses things.

Make a list of the foods you struggle with.  Notice your patterns. 

Is there a time of day or night when you feel more vulnerable?

What might those foods be symbolic of?  A certain person?  

Something shared?  A need for comfort?

As you assemble the information you will start to have clues to your mystery.

Notice your emotions around your over-eating, bingeing or lack of eating.

Are you experiencing sadness, melancholy, anger, frustration, pity for one's self?   

Are you missing someone?

Do you find yourself eating like a starving person, or eating like a man 

if you are a woman?  Is there a special food or cuisine?

Take time to consider all the subtle aspects that you experience. 

Is there a sense of being pushed from behind or above?  

A sense of something bearing down or overshadowing you?

Is something interfering with your will?  

If so, do you experience it as creeping up on you or suddenly overpowering you? 

Or do you have a sense of something gnawing or craving from inside?  

If so, where?  In  your belly, throat, etc.?

Try to stay calm and objective.  There is no need for fear or shame.  

We are just gathering information.

Keep assembling your clues. 

Is the food or drink characteristic of you and your taste or is it outside 

your habitual food or drink?  

Let's take a look at your personality...  

Are you deeply sympathetic?  A caregiver?  A sensitive?  An introvert? 

Empathetic?  Spiritually inclined?  

Do you often feel responsible for others’ wellbeing and/or happiness?  

Do people seek you out as someone they can confide in or share their problems with?

Would someone describe you as a bleeding heart sort of person?  

Does a loved one or family member linger in your mind?  

For that matter, does someone that you have had difficulties with 

or unfinished business linger or attach?

You might add to this list...

Do you experience several of the above?  

If so, you may be too open and vulnerable for your own good.

We are the easiest targets for a needy one…on either side of life.

We often are not aware enough of who and what is in our energy field 

and how that impacts us, sometimes against our will.

A little awareness will go a long way here…  

Here is an example…  On a trip to England and Wales some years ago, 

I found myself fascinated by the charming old churches that dotted the countryside.  

I like anything old and I wandered through many of the adjacent graveyards, as well. 

I saw people making grave rubbings and I gave it a try myself, thinking nothing of it.

When I returned home to the states, a friend invited me along to visit an old woman 

who she described as gifted.

The old woman took one look at me and exclaimed “Oh my!  You have been visiting graveyards!

You must never do that!”

She was quite vehement about it.  I was a bit shocked and I must admit I did not understand 

her concern.

She went on to tell me that I was much too open and sympathetic by nature 

and that that sort of venture was off limits to me.

Her observation was that a whole group of the deceased spirits had followed me 

back to the states.  

They sensed that I was a tenderhearted person and they attached themselves to me. 

It never occurred to me that such a thing would happen.   

I knew that I had been feeling unusually tired and a bit weepy since my return…

not my usual self.   What she said made sense... 

I gave myself a bit of a shaking, got back into life and made it a point to resist 

all such influences and I was soon back to normal.

Thinking back on it, it’s easy to see how we experience other people’s ‘stuff’ 

without realizing it.  

Their sadness, their stories, their shifting emotions…even their illnesses.  

It is simply their energies moving through us….much like a weather system. 

In the very same way that spending time with a negative person can drag us down 

for awhile, we can experience the heaviness or infirmity of an energy floating 

in our vicinity.

It just happens quite naturally. 

Women and children often have quite porous boundaries…too open, too soft, too yielding.  

Too unaware.

These are boundary issues that we were never taught.  

In fact, if anything, our boundaries have not been recognized or respected

and that has become the norm for us.  

We can get tangled up in all sorts of unpleasantness.

As we learn to erect those fences and put our boundaries back in place, 

we gain control of our lives, sometimes for the first time.

You begin to experience that it is normal and necessary that you have control 

of your body, your life…even your energy field and that nothing interferes inappropriately. 

You learn eventually to keep all interference to a minimum. 

Your life becomes peaceful, especially in your stomach…your emotional brain. 

Hungry Ghosts....how things work

A long time ago, I was graced to meet and work with a wonderful older woman . 

I still regard her as one of my wisest teachers.   

The one core lesson she taught was that "Everything is energy....  

As soon as you learn this one thing, you will understand everything easily."   

Over the years, this has proven to be true..  Remarkably simple.

That idea is very helpful for our discussion and  it will help to clear up a lot of confusion.. 

Let's talk about this story in the light of that understanding... 

I have a friend who lost her mother at a particularly vulnerable age.  

"Lost" her mother is a phrase we take for granted.  

Words have the power to guide our minds.  

In our culture we believe that loved ones that pass out of life are lost to us.  

People suffer terribly because of their belief in those words. 

What if we were given too simple-minded an understanding of things?  

What if everything and everyone is simply energy?  

What if what we experience in the passing of a person is simply a shift in energy?

Energy vibrates...and it vibrates at different rates.  

Take water, for instance. Depending on its vibration, it can go from ice to slush to water

and then to steam.  More widely dispersed, it is simply humid air...invisible...but present.

A human body is largely comprised of water vibrating at a certain rate, along with 

a certain percentage of other matter vibrating slowly enough to become visible to the eye.

Rock, for instance, is vibrating very slowly.  It is dense and heavy.  

Much in the same way that a heavy, muscle-bound weight lifter is dense in comparison

to a ballet dancer who is light and airy in their body, seemingly weightless at times.

We each have our own energy vibration, our own signature that is distinct from all others.  

We are similar, yet distinct.  

I once knew a man who was born into a family of psychics....which is simply another way

of saying that one has finely tuned perception.   

He took a group of blind children and began to teach them how to perceive with their other senses. 

The 1st exercise was to teach these children how to perceive color by means of perception of vibration.

He chose various colors of felt squares and taught the kids how to feel the different vibrations of each color

by passing their hands a few inches above the felt.  They did surprisingly well. 

If this seems implausible to you, try this little exercise: turn your TV off and pass your hand 

across the screen from several inches away.  You will feel a crackle of electrical energy.  

Experiment with how far out you can hold your hand and still feel the energy. 

We are surrounded by unseen energy in the form of electricity, sound waves, solar, microwave

and many others.  We deal with energy constantly without understanding everything about it.  

So...back to the blind children...

Another exercise was to learn how to perceive the energy of their classmates.

Everyone has a certain 'feel', a certain vibration.  The kids readily picked up the skill! 

It was a successful exercise. As he continued to expand their capabilities they were eventually 

able to perceive space... and then to perceive finer vibrations within space.  

These children were eventually able to run laps in a gym without bumping into the walls 

and then without bumping into walls or their classmates!

We all have these abilities.  It is just a matter of focus and practice.

So...going back to the so-called loss of a loved one...

What if the spirit of a person simply shifts vibration? Think about it...

When we are free of the heaviness of a body, our vibration would be faster...and intensely alive.

We feel something similar if we are heavy, sleepy and dull after a huge meal 

as compared to the lightness and rapidity of life when we set food aside for a fast, for instance.

   

In the same way that you can feel the approach of a loved one or that you can sense danger 

or feel an impending storm system, you can feel anyone who has passed out of their body.  

Many  people have caught the scent of an old fashioned perfume that is associated with a grandmother long since passed, for instance...a visitation...   

Or you hear a song playing in your mind that is connected to a time, a place, a person.  

Many times that is a sign or a clue of a visiting energy.   

You may experience an emotion or seemingly random memory.  

What if it is not random or haphazard?  

What if all of these....were comforting evidence of their presence?

Going back to the woman who lost her mother as a child...

Her mother had been a pastry chef.  She loved to make wedding cakes and fancy french pastries. 

Her expression of love was to prepare special sweets for them after school. 

That was always their special together time.

She died an early death of cancer, leaving 3 small girls behind.  

Their mourning was not handled well.  

Their mother was quickly replaced with a stern, uncaring stepmother.  

Their grief was ignored and the new situation confused things enormously for the stricken children.

  

The spirit of their mother hovers near her children, but because of their erroneous teaching about death

both from the overculture and reinforced by the church, they grieved her loss.

Many children innately know that death is a bit of an illusion.  Many children can still see or otherwise

perceive other vibrations or what we call 'worlds'.   

Unfortunately, adults dismiss these things...simply because they do not see or perceive them

They teach children to shut out a whole realm of what is there..

This is much needed information.  We were born with it!.

So children come to rely increasingly on the guidance they receive from the adults around them.

They learn to fear and suffer and grieve and steel themselves against the change that is called death.

They cannot receive or communicate normally.  

They are cut off from their former larger real experience of life.  Their world shrinks to fit.

They lose their vision.  Whatever is not concrete now is labeled fantasy.

They grow into adults and are now steeped in their grief and loss.  

So their mother signals them in the ways that she knows that they will recognize...symbolic language!

The symbolic language of luscious, comforting pastries!    

Now that she has passed, the daughters unthinkingly go and load up on sweet junk food and desserts 

on their way home from work, much to the detriment of their health, unfortunately.  

When they are feeling especially vulnerable, they go into a kind of food trance and eat soul-numbing 

amounts of gooey desserts to assuage their loneliness.  

What they have now created or drawn to themselves is a hungry ghost...a familiar spirit!

But not the spirit of their mother necessarily... They are stuck in a loop of painful unreality.

Like a deeply worn groove in a record.  A deeply worn groove in the brain....

What should be a positive signal becomes a negative, self-destructive and painful response!

What they cannot see is that their mother has either drawn near or that they are calling her in 

via the vibration that matches their closest and happiest memories of her.  

They are evoking her...but in an unaware state.

Better to have a cup of tea and a small sweet cake with her in spirit than to gorge on love lost.

If they could grasp what is really happening...the signal of her very real nearness...

they could experience her loving presence. 

They could exchange a very real and current experience with her.  

Their relationship is alive...it is just very much skewed.  It is half-hidden in the behavior...

This is another experience of a 'hungry ghost'.   

Once we are able to make the leap and catch the clues that they are sending us, 

we can dispense with the clue, whether it is eating or drinking or acting in various other ways.

We can then recover and  resume our relationships with them.   

It is only a matter of getting the information.  Then the clue is no longer needed. 

In the case of these daughters, if they could recognize the approach of their mother 

in their quiet moments, they would be able to recognize the clue and receive her love.  

We re-enact many behaviors until we 'get the information'... until we 'get' the clues.

It is remarkable the way our lives will shift as we decipher these clues.  

It is dramatic, total and seemingly miraculous.  

It becomes a great game of understanding and discovery once we begin to perceive the world 

a little differently...a  little more accurately...energetically!.

Instead of heaviness, despair and self recrimination...instead of being stuck in a downward spiral,  

there is a lifting and re-orienting of all things in life. 

An aha moment that relieves all suffering...

It is needless suffering.  In an energetic world you cannot lose anybody...ever. 

It is just a shifting of energies. Life goes on, spirit goes on..

'Spirit is just a way of saying  'unseen by fleshly eyes' that perceive less.

Think of an eagle or a dog.... their senses are keener than ours. 

We can sometimes lean on them for information that is not ordinarily available to us.  

So, too, some people have ability to perceive beyond the norm...much like other people 

who have musical or math abilities.  

We should value their contributions to our lives and learn from them, so that we can experience 

more of our own latent potentials....

Imagine this from the other side of material life...

Can you imagine the effort and distress of those that have passed out of body trying to reach us 

to comfort, help, love and guide us through life?  

What if you went to your mother's house all day long and tried to get her to answer her door or phone

and she sat inside, unresponsive, somehow sure she was just imagining your knock or the ringing of the phone?   What if she had been told that you were gone away...a phantom?

Or that you now lived in a distant place or that you are lost to her?

If we could but relax into the knowledge that we are all experiencing life still...just a little differently.  

It is not much different than living life in Paris or Bangkok or on a midwestern farm.  

It's not like you can give them a hug daily if they live in a faraway place, but you find other ways 

to communicate your love.

It is sometimes hard to relate to or imagine their very different life, but it is just as real.and meaningful... 

If you can, take your eyes off the behavior of over-eating or drinking, etc. for a while.

Stand back and see if it has another meaning or message for you...

Go behind....

Go underneath...

Your answers are many times right there...just under the mind...

Hungry Ghosts continued...

Hungry Ghosts continued...

Since the last post, I have been urged to expand on the subject of the hungry ghosts.

Meg writes: "At the end of that post my response was....Wait!  I want to know more! 
More about that hungry ghost!! Hungry ghosts in general. 
What they do, how they are drawn, how to get rid of them.

You are the very first person (and only so far) who ever told me about such a thing

and it is such important information...."

It is an important piece of the puzzle in many situations...   So much can be said...

Here is another story that will help to shed some light on the subject...

Some years ago a woman came to me for healing sessions. She had just moved to our town.

She and her husband found a lovely older home in a tree lined neighborhood.

They liked the quiet ambience of their place compared to the hectic noisy city they had left behind.

All went well for the first few months.

But soon after, she started to complain about a change in her husband's behavior.

He had become withdrawn and unhappy in recent weeks... he was just not his old self. 

As time went on he became morose and argumentative.

Strangely, he had started to drink... daily.

Prior to that, it was normal for them to have a glass of wine on social occasions. 

The problem escalated and soon, her husband was drinking to excess most nights.

Their marriage started to suffer. 

Whenever she tried to talk to him, it always sparked a bitter argument.

He had not been unreasonable before.  She felt increasingly alienated from him.

After a couple of months of watching their situation deteriorate, I wondered if we needed
to seek an answer in a less obvious direction. 

It occurred to me to ask her about what he was drinking.
Was he drinking anything out of the ordinary? 
Her answer was very interesting. 
His choice of drinks was very uncharacteristic for him...gin rickeys, manhattans, vodka gimlets... 
drinks that belonged to an earlier era.

Bingo!  I thought.  Hungry ghost...
 

I asked her for further details....where and when he drank....what were his patterns?

She observed that he was becoming increasingly secretive about his drinking... 

and that he was drinking in the laundry room .  
When he came home from work each evening, his new habit was to down a few stiff drinks
before dinner, eat dinner in sullen silence, after which he proceeded to drink himself
into a stupor each night before stumbling into bed.

He was obviously losing control as time went on.

In my mind, I felt sure that he was taking on the personality of the former owner of the house.

I asked his wife to get to know her neighbors and find out everything she could
about the previous occupants...

It wasn't long before she got the sad story of the family that had lived there... 

The house had belonged to a Doctor, his wife and their son. 
For the most part, they seemed like an ordinary family.

All went well until later in life when their son fell into depression as a young adult. 
He moved back in with his parents after college, unable to succeed in life. 

The young man spiraled downward into drug and alcohol addiction, despite the family's best efforts to get treatment for him. 
The young man eventually committed suicide in the basement of the home. 
His parents were devastated...Their only child...dead.

His father soon took to drinking to deal with his pain and loss.  He became increasingly withdrawn
and depressed.   And then he eventually died from the effects of alcoholism....in that house.

I arranged to visit the house with his wife.  When I walked toward the laundry room I felt an angry, heavy presence trying to block my entrance.  The laundry room was ice cold. 
(We later found out that the laundry room was the former location of the old doctor's large liquor cabinet)
I had engaged the former owner.    It took some work to dislodge him from the husband and to remove him from the house, but he did finally move on.  He was reluctant to leave...there was much unfinished business there.  I made it emphatically clear that he had no right to cross the boundaries
into any other person's life.
. 

When we all talked afterward, the new owners were able to see the progression of events and make the connections.  They understood the gradual encroachment of the unhappy spirit into the husband's energy field and mind.  Armed with that knowledge, they were able to turn things around.  They cleared themselves and were able to keep their house clear. Soon,the husband was back to his old self, unencumbered, and his wife felt like she was back together with the man she'd married.

In the next post, we'll talk about how to distinguish between ordinary personal problems and addictions and those that might involve a hungry ghost or harmful energy...