Last week, the Party decided we needed to do a guided meditation. I was advised to use Chapter 5 of our book, Imagining Einstein: Essays on M-Theory, World Peace & The Science of Compassion. What resulted was a beautiful deep dive into a few simple moments of expanding our consciousness into the wholeness of who we are.
Our next channel will on May 21 at 9 AM central and be “Six Simple Steps to Live a More Intuition Life.” We’ll learn how easy it is to understand what intuition is and how challenging it can be to live by its impelling. These steps will be sure to help you move towards listening and acting more on intuition in order to live more aligned to your own Compassion.
Most every Saturday morning at 9 AM central, the Psychic Sorority meet and discussion exciting and uplifting ideas on how to be the change and birth this new humanity. We also channel the Party, headed up by Albert Einstein.
Our next channel will “Six Simple Steps to Live a More Intuition Life.” We’ll learn how easy it is to understand what intuition is and how incredibly hard it can be to live by its impelling. These steps will be sure to help you move towards listening and acting more on intuition in order to live more aligned to your own Compassion.
These days it feels like the world is forcing us to adapt to its ever-changing dictates on a daily basis. I wonder, though, are humans set up to adapt so quickly and despite the heavy leanings of Intellect, bombarding our inner work with the voices of culture that have molded themselves within us? Are we capable of breaking those inner bonds, when the outer messages are reinforcing them at every turn?
As I watch my friends trying to cope with some of the largest dilemmas we have ever faced—mass annihilation, World War III, new and unexplainable illnesses—I believe these things are only making us as a species stronger.
One frequent analogy Einstein and the Party uses is when fish were allegedly tossing themselves out of the water and onto the land as a way to adapt to the evolution of the species. Scientists believe that this transformation began before they migrated out of the water. According to Flinders University paleontologist Professor John Long, early species of fish had “spiracles”—basically blow holes in the tops of their heads. Long theorizes that these early fish had the ability to first breathe in air through the water, and later used those same holes to adapt to living on land. As they continued to adapt, they switched to breathing through the nose and mouth, as humans do today.
Much like the transition of the caterpillar into a butterfly, we will never know those exact moments when the fish made these changes, or even why. Long says, “The spiracles eventually became the hearing canal in which tetrapods transmitted sound to the brain via tiny inner ear bones, and this has remained throughout the evolution of fish right through to humans. If not for the bold evolutionary experiments of these prehistoric fish breathing in air through the top of their heads, we might not have evolved such a keen sense of hearing.”
Join us Saturday as we discuss our own “kitchen table adaptations”—those ideas, actions and changes we have adopted in order to live fuller, richer, deeper lives that still allow us to thrive in the face of adversity.
For the past several weeks, I’ve been struggling. So much deep emotion, so many doubts, a lot of fear and worry. My usual processes in place, still I have been going very deep within and dealing with some resurgent energy that has challenged my sanity.
This is nothing new; it feels my entire life has been about feeling stuff so deeply, often “too deeply.” As my now ex-husband once said to me, “Why can’t you be more normal?” I’m not sure I can tell you why I will never be “more normal” but I can say I won’t be.
As is often the case, the universe sends the right inspiration at the right time. Several, in fact. One that we talk about in this session is the text I got from a new friend, who out of the blue sent me an interview with Jim Morrison. Morrison’s advice, seemingly from beyond the grave, was a perfect answer to my struggle to understand why I am who I am and do what I do.
Another I was tagged on in Facebook by a near, close friend who understands my struggles. This, too, was the perfect message that helped me box my compass back to compassion:
SOON YOU WILL RISE LIKE A PHOENIX
One of the most dangerous spiritual myths we have inherited is that healing is supposed to ‘feel good’.
No. Sometimes our discomfort actually intensifies as darkness emerges into light, as unconscious material makes its way into present awareness, as our old illusions burn up in a fever of healing.
Perhaps our discomfort is not wrong, a mistake, or a sign that we have lost our healing path. Remember, the presence of pain today may actually indicate that our healing process is intensifying, not stalling; that we are actually more awake and sensitive than ever now, less numb, less willing to turn away, more in touch with our sacred vulnerability.
There is such a tendency in our culture to avoid discomfort of any kind, distract ourselves from it, label it as ‘wrong’ or ‘negative’ or even ‘unspiritual’, meditate or medicate it away. Much of our Western medicine is geared towards the removal of symptoms, the silencing of disruption, the numbing of chaos and the journey towards some socially acceptable ‘normality’.
But sometimes, friends, we no longer have any interest in ‘returning to normal’. The ‘normal’ was the problem, not the solution. The status quo needed to shift. It was unstable and false. Our old conception of reality was keeping us trapped and we needed to break free. Sometimes a deadening and soul-destroying ‘normality’ needs to shatter into chaos and crisis; our pain and sorrow, frustration, exhaustion, fear and doubts need to be felt more fully than ever before, and the heart needs to break open more completely.
So let the winds blow, let the tempests rage, let all that is false be purified, let all that is dead remain dead, let life explode where you are! You are only being invited now to a deeper healing, friend, even though it feels like you’re getting ‘worse’, even though the heart is tender and raw, even though you cannot yet feel your tomorrows!
Soon you will rise like a phoenix!
Author ~Jeff Foster
Join us Saturday April 30, 2022 9 am central for another meeting of the Psychic Sorority.
Just a reminder, I’ll be live on Talk in the Night Radio show, 9 PM – 11 PM central tonight as we talk about channeling Einstein, being clairvoyant and I share some wild stories about my life as a psychic.
Use Skype to call in for questions during the second hour: live:talkinthenight
I’m excited to invite you to join me as I talk live on Talk in the Night Radio show, 9 PM – 11 PM central Wednesday as we talk about channeling Einstein, being clairvoyant and I share some wild stories about my life as a psychic.
Paranormal Phil started his online talk radio career in November 2011 with his show called PRT Paranormal Talk. The show was heard all around the world and had many listeners from Australia to England. In 2017, he returned to radio with a new show called Talk in the Night and taking a page out of the Coast to Coast AM playbook, he has interviewed many guests of different genres. Monday thru Thursday are guests and Friday for Open Lines.
Last Saturday, we had a intriguing conversation and channel about death, birth, and Afterlife. I asked a question before we started. Lately my Facebook feed has been featuring a hospice nurse in one-minute clips explaining what it’s like to die. Her words are comforting as she walks people through the process as she experiences it in hospice. I wondered if that was a sign that we are all being forced to face our own death.
Such a perspective—to live each day as if it were the last—it certainly not new. All the way back to my forays into Carlos Castenada I was learning how facing death was an integral part of fully living. But this string of video clips felt like they were there for a specific reason.
After the channel, I got a message from Lindsay, the daughter of my best friend growing up. I had emailed Jan back in December, reminding her that it was time for us to get together again before our 50th reunion next September. Oddly, she sent a blank email back. I wondered if she was mad at me, or just too busy to really respond. I sent back a few witty quips, and did not hear back.
Lindsay responded on Saturday, letting me know that her mom had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer last October and was at home with hospice. She had one to four weeks to live.
I immediately made arrangements to go see her. The following morning, I arrived at the house she lived in with her husband of over 40 years, right next door to the house she grew up in. Memories flooded—junior high coming of age, all our fights and make-ups, college, grown ups, working together at the same non-profit. We had had a terrible fight, but luckily the last time I saw her, we made up and promised not to let so much time pass.
Seeing her in bed, puffed up by steroids, blind in one eye, hardly able to talk, I was astounded at her still upbeat, quirky humor. She insisted that she would be my date for the reunion, albeit in a wheel chair (“Because we’re old now.”) When she looked at me, she saw me, and her eyes were saying, “No, not likely, but let’s pretend for now.”
As I left her there, surrounded by her family, I didn’t know if I would see her again in this life. The words of this channel were ringing in my head, and I held fast to the knowledge that life continues after the body is gone, and once we get to Afterlife, it’s one big party.
Before I left, I asked her to find me. She promised not only would she find me, but she would haunt me until it was my turn. Even if I live to be 96 like my Mom or 97 like my Dad, I told her, it will still be the blink of an eye.
We lost another dear friend this week. He was a fixture in my little town, a truly kind and magnanimous soul who I never heard say a bad word about anyone. I knew he was under the weather for awhile, but apparently he got worse, went into the hospital, and died there peacefully without waking up.
Are more people walking on, or is it just because this starts happening once we get into our 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s? Eventually we all let go of the physical world and expand back into energy again. But what does that moment of death feel like, and what happens when we get there, wherever it is that we’re going?
Back when Teresa, Kim and I were first working together on our diaries, Kim came to our meeting one day to share an extraordinary thing her non-believing husband said. In a recent reading the Angels had referred to it as “death and birth” instead of “birth and death”:
Kim: My husband and I were talking about what he calls “all this angel stuff” while driving home. His stubborn skepticism makes these amazing insights he comes up with even more exciting. I mentioned that in one of my tapes the angels refer to “death and birth.” We humans talk about birth and then death, so this confused me. I was really just making conversation; I never expected that he would say, “Well, you’re looking at it from your perspective. You need to look at it from their perspective in order to understand why they say it that way.” I listened intently, with my mouth hanging open, I’m sure. He continued, “From their perspective, when we are born onto Earth, we leave them, which is sort of like a death. And when we die and leave Earth, we are ‘born’ to them.”
Diaries of a Psychic Sorority: Talking With the Angels, 1994
This week on our Wild Card Saturday we will be discussing Death and Birth and the Afterlife. So much is a mystery about how Afterlife is actually experienced. People who have had near death experiences come back to articulate how they felt and what they saw, but no one really knows the full extent of the experience of post-death until they die. We’ll get the Angel’s unique perspective on this topic.
As I sense my friend around me, I see him in complete awe, like most are, of the nature of Afterlife. As a life-long musician and performer, he is out of his mind being able to hob knob with the likes of Jim Morrison, Prince, and Beethoven. While those of us left back on earth are devastated with our loss, he is hanging out with the Angels, celebrating another cycle as an incarnate human.
Welcome to the Party, Ric. We’re not far behind you.