Mom’s Vroom Machine

Mom makes me stay inside when she’s riding her vroom machine. She calls it Johnny Jean. I call it her vroom machine. It’s noisy. And dangerous, Mom says. That’s why I have to stay inside when it’s making its noise.

I have to stay inside forever. Well maybe not forever. But it sure seems like it. We have a big yard. That’s because of the meadow. And the lane. And the yard around the house. And the circle. And the…you get it. Mom spends a long long time on the vroom machine.

Mom says that noisy machine makes the grass shorter. I wish the grass would grow really long. That would be fun. But Mom wouldn’t like that. So she uses the vroom machine and makes the grass really really short.

The only grass Mom doesn’t cut is in the woods. That’s because all the trees are in the way. I don’t like the woods. It’s scary. That’s where the fairies live. They play tricks on me. Like if I leave a toy outside the fairies will steal it. And food! I can’t leave any food outside. Ok, ok I wouldn’t leave any food behind. But Andy Cat does. And the fairies eat it all up.

Mom doesn’t take the vroom machine over part of the big circle. Mom calls it a labyrinth. It’s a path of seven circles. Each circle gets smaller and smaller. I can’t run through the tall parts of grass and flowers. But I can run along the path the vroom machine makes. That’s even more fun than walking behind Mom.

Mom told me it’s a sacred walk. Humans walk the big circle because they don’t know they’re sacred. I’m a doggy. I can run and run and have fun in the big circle. That ‘cause I already know I’m sacred.

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An Easy Way to Find Right Answers

Recently, when shopping for a pair of sneakers, I had to excuse myself to get past a woman and her daughter who were blocking the aisle. The daughter was trying on several pairs of sneakers, and the mother looked a bit worn.  We exchanged a few pleasantries, and then I went on my way to find my sneakers, which I did rather quickly.

On my way back down the aisle to the cash register, the mother saw the sneakers in my arms. “Did you find what you wanted already?” she asked.

“I did,” I said.

“I wish she could find hers that quickly,” the mother said pointing to her daughter. “She can’t make up her mind.”

“Would you like me to show you an easy way to help you make the right decision?” I asked.

“Yes!” they said in unison.

I showed them an easy muscle test that they could do right there in the store, something anyone can do too wherever you are—in a board room, at a patient’s bedside, or in a shoe store. Muscle testing is a way to override our conscious thoughts that are whipping around in our thinking mind to reach into our intuitive mind and give us a clear yes or no answer.

Suppose you’re in an important meeting. Your gut instinct tells you that you should speak up, but then you begin to question yourself. Use the following easy muscle test to help you decide whether the time is right to speak up.

The keys are—

  • Clarity with the question, and
  •  Knowing how your body responds to answers.

The question must be one that can be answered with a yes or no, and it must be clearly stated. An unclear question might be, “Which pair of sneakers is the best for me?” A clearer question would be, “Is this pair of sneakers the right ones for my feet?”  You can also ask the same question in different ways. “Will my feet be happy with these sneakers?” or “Are these the sneakers I’ll be happy with?”

You can also ask the opposite question for even more clarity. Are these sneakers wrong for me? You should then get the opposite answer you received when you ask if the sneakers are right for you.

Once you have your question ready, make a circle with the index finger and thumb of your left hand. Then do the same with the index finger of your right hand, locking the right finger-thumb circle inside the left finger-thumb circle. You’ll end up with a figure 8 lying on its side or an infinity symbol.

Now ask your fingers to show you yes. Then try to pull your fingers apart. For most people, your fingers will not come apart. Now ask your fingers to show you no. Then try to pull your fingers apart. For most people, your fingers will come apart. Not to worry if your fingers stay together for no and pull apart for yes. That’s normal for you. Also, don’t worry if some days your fingers do the opposite. That’s why it’s wise to test every time.

The idea is once you ask the question, you’re going to try to pull your fingers apart. Your fingers may or may not come apart, depending on whether the answer is yes or no. If you’re in a meeting, you can put your hands under the table for privacy.

You want to make sure that you are aware of how your body answers. Until you are certain of how your fingers respond, it’s wise to practice several times.

If you are asking a question about an object, such as asking if these are the right pair of sneakers, have the object close to you. For example, wear the sneakers. Make sure there’s clarity with what you are asking and the object the question refers to. Next, ask the question and try to pull your fingers apart. If the answer isn’t clear, rephrase the question and ask again.

This may take a little practice, but most people pick it up fairly easy. It’s a great way to override your busy mind and find the best answer whether when buying new sneakers, wondering which tactic to take in a sales call, which treatment is best for the patient, or which line is the fastest in the grocery line.

For more muscle tests (3 Easy Muscle Tests to Find Intuitive Answers) click this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoVjeVtbsRI

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Piper’s Saved by Uncle Michael

Mom left me all by myself. All alone. But my Uncle Michael saved me. Yea!

Uncle Michael knew I was in the house all by myself. And very, very lonely. So, he came to save me. He gave me lots and lots of hugs. He let me go outside. And he played with me. We had a really, really fun day.

He told me stories. They were about Murphy. That’s his dog. I met Murphy one time. He was a puppy then. And he was lots bigger than me. Now, he’s a year old. And he’s even bigger than Uncle Michael. Well, maybe not bigger than Uncle Michael. But Murphy’s big. I mean really, really big.

We played tag and catch the ball. We laughed and talked to each other. He hugged me lots and lots. And he gave me lots and lots of pats on the head and rubbed me all over.

I like the stories about Murphy. I like stories about doggies. And how happy they are. And how happy the humans make us doggies when they play with us and hug us. Happy doggy stories are the bestest-best stories ever.

I’m happy Uncle Michael told me stories about Murphy. And I’m happy he came to play with me. He made me really really happy. I hope he comes back to play again real soon.

I’m happy that Uncle Michael has Murphy to play with him when I can’t. Every human needs a doggie to hug and play with.

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Listen to Yourself . . . Really

This article is from a few years ago, but worth repeating. The gift (or lesson if you perfer) of paying attention to my intuition stays with me today.

Listen to Yourself . . . Really Those small whisperings of wisdom may save you from yourself.

A few weeks ago, while raking leaves, I told myself to check the house key I keep hidden just to make sure it was still there. Of course, it would be there, I reasoned. I’ve never moved it, so why wouldn’t it be there? Now, reason is not my top priority when it comes to listening to myself, intuition is. Sometimes though, like when I’m down-to-the-grindstone-busy and tired from a day of yard work, I chose reason over intuition.

I’m a bit ashamed to say this psychic didn’t listen to her own intuition that day or take the advice I’ve given countless others. I didn’t check for the hidden house key. I just assumed that it was where I had hidden it years before and never had cause to use it, because I’ve never—never—locked myself out.  At least not until the next day.

Feeling a bit under the weather from overdoing the leaf raking, I had about all I could take of staring at the computer screen while coughing, sneezing, and quickly using up a box of tissues that served to make my nose red.  I decided fresh air would do me good, so I bundled up and headed out for a walk with the dogs.  We weren’t going far, just down the lane for the mail and across the field to the meadow and back. There was no reason to lock the door, so I didn’t.

The fresh air did help me breathe easier and un-muddle my brain a bit. Fortunately, it had warmed up from the morning’s icy rain and the wind was quiet. Still, it was cold, and even though I looked more like a penguin than a person, I nonetheless was chilled and most grateful to be rounding up the dogs and heading inside. The only problem was I couldn’t get inside. The door was locked, and I didn’t have a key.

This didn’t make sense to me. I hadn’t locked the door. Of that I was certain, but nonetheless the door was locked. I had gone out through the garage door, something I do several times a day. It never dawned on me to make sure the door was unlocked. There are two locks on the door, but the only one I have ever used is the top lock, a deadbolt, which takes a key. The bottom lock doesn’t, so I’ve never used it precisely because it would be too easy to accidently lock myself out by turning the button wrong.  But by some twist of it’s-far-beyond-me-to-understand, the bottom lock was locked. The door handle wouldn’t even turn, not one fraction of an inch. I was locked out.

Frustration had not yet started to build. I’d just use the key I had hidden outside. I was grumbling a little when I went to fetch the hidden key. I was ready to be inside with a hot cup of tea in my hand. I bent over and reached deep into the hiding place. But there was no key. My mind couldn’t comprehend that, wouldn’t comprehend. No key. Panic was starting to roar up as the realization of my predicament came to me like a herd of deer running away from a gunshot. I was locked out, I didn’t have a back-up plan, and a storm was on its way.

Here I was outside in the increasing cold with no way to get in. I wanted to break down in tears, but that wasn’t going to get me inside. No, I had to come up with an answer and fast. The wind was whipping up and my chill was deepening. I was also beating up on myself for not listening to my intuition the day before when I told myself to check on the hidden key.

Fortunately, I had my cell phone, and I wasn’t the only person with a key to my house. The pet sitter was only 15 minutes down the road. All worked out well, and within 30 minutes I was inside with that hot cup of tea.

I never did figure out how the lock got locked, or what happened to the once hidden key. I did make a promise to myself that in the future I will always—always—listen to those small whisperings of wisdom that have guided my life safely over many a peril that I dig myself into. I have listened and been thankful I have done so many, many times.

I suggest you do the same—Listen to Yourself.

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Piper’s Jobs

I have lots of jobs. I like all my jobs. They’re fun. Sometimes they wear me out. That’s why I have to take lots of naps.

One of my favorite jobs is to take Mom for a walk every day. We walk down the lane for the mail. We walk over to the creek. Sometimes we walk out into the meadow. Sometimes we walk the labyrinth. Sometimes Mom walks into the woods. I’m scared of the woods. That’s where scaries live. So, Mom doesn’t go far.

Sometimes we get in Blue Knight. That’s our car. And we go far away and walk with Rusty, my doggy friend. Or sometimes we walk with one of my human friends. Sometimes it’s just Mom and me walking through a town or along a path.

Taking Mom for walks is a good job. I like watching over her.

I also like helping Mom get her exercise. That’s when we play ball. It’s a good job. Mom gets good exercise when she throws my ball. And she gets to run after me sometimes to see who catches the ball first. I always win.

I have to help Mom make the bed every morning. That’s a fun job too. Sometimes I help Mom take the blanket and all the sheets off the bed. That’s even more fun. I curl up in the blanket and roll around. That’s when Mom pets me all over. Then she makes me get off the bed. I still help her even if I’m on the floor.

 Mom throws the sheets way up to the ceiling. We watch them fall down. It’s fun. They spread all the way over the bed. It’s magic. Then I follow Mom all around the bed. We go to one corner then go all around the bed. From corner to corner to corner. Then she throws the quilt way up in the air. Just like the sheets. More magic!

Mom always pats my head and thanks me for being such a good helper. I am.

My favorite job is to clean my bowl. After I eat, I have to lick my bowl until all the food is gone, and the bowl is clean. I mean really, really clean. Mom always tells me what a good job I’ve done. That means a lot. I feel loved when Mom tells me I’ve done a good job. That’s why it’s my favorite job.

Well, maybe feeling loved makes it my favorite.  And I really, really love my food.

Okay, I’m all worn out now. Writing my stories is my biggest job. Mom says my stories make people smile. I hope you like my stories. I hope they make you smile like Mom says they do.

See you after my nap…and the next job.

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Use the Phone to Check Intuition

The more you work with intuition, the more you become aware of the subtle messages being sent to you. It’s like learning a new language, one that you’ve been using your entire life, but may not have been aware you were doing so.

Here’s an easy game to play with yourself to help check the accuracy of your intuition. Have fun with this game and go easy on yourself if you don’t hit 100 percent, or even if you don’t hit 50 percent. That doesn’t mean you aren’t intuitive; it means you may be having an off day and more practice is needed.

Try This

When the phone rings or you receive a text message, guess who it is before answering/looking. For 10 days keep track of how many times you are right and how many times you missed. Stop keeping track for a few weeks, and then repeat the process. Most likely you will see improvement. Congratulations!

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Scary Storms

It’s scary when the sky goes boom. And the big winds come. And the sky-lighters cut the sky. I don’t like it. Not one bit.

Sometimes I bark at the boom-booms. I hide too. That’s when those boom-booms are really loud and scary. Like the other night.

The sky-lighters were zigging and zagging across the sky. My sky! The nerve. And they were so bright they made our whole bedroom light up. And the booms were extra loud. The winds made booms on the roof too. It was sooooo scary.

Mom put me in bed with her. We cuddled really close. Lily Cat used to hide under the covers. Or even under the bed. The booms scared her too. But Lily is on the other side of the rainbow bridge. So the booms don’t scare her anymore.

I knew she was cuddling with us. I felt her close. She came to lay beside me to keep me from being scared.

We talked to the trees. My mom and me. We asked them to stay up. We said if you have to fall then fall away from the house and barn. We thanked the trees for letting the wind clear out all the twigs and branches that need to go away. And we reminded the trees those branches need to fall away from our home.

We asked our angels to spread their big wings over everything. To keep us safe. We asked them to keep all the animals in the woods and my brother Andy safe. He lives in his house on the front porch under the big roof. He doesn’t like it inside. He likes to go for walks with us. But not when the booms are so loud or when the water falls from the sky, or when the winds come, and not when the sky-lighters are cutting the sky.

I asked Mom if the sky-lighters hurt the sky when they cut it. She pulled me closer and said no. They’re just cleaning the sky. Then she rubbed my head. Does it hurt when I clean you?

I thought about that. Then I said it didn’t hurt when she cleans me. So, I guess it doesn’t hurt the sky when the sky-lighters zig and zag across it.

Mom put her head on her pillow. And I put my head on her arm. She sighed a long breath. So did I. I even thought I heard Lily sign under the bed. Then we fell asleep.

I didn’t dream about boom-booms or wild winds or sky-lighters. I dreamed about Mom’s arms around me. And how good love is.

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Take a Step Back to Gain Intuitive Insight

Anne and I met in Newport Beach, California back in the days before California became too overcrowded. She was a fine arts painter who had a pottery shop. I was a poet who watched over a friend’s gift shop. The front doors to our shops faced one another, and since our shopping village was quiet a good part of each day, we spent a lot of time together.

Anne was 21 years my senior and had the wisdom that comes from living those years and from looking at life through the eyes of an artist. When I was struggling with the ending of a poem, she told me that when she couldn’t get a painting right, she’d start over and paint from the outside edges toward the center instead of starting from the center and painting toward the edges. “Throw what you have out and start over,” she said. “This time start at the end and write to the beginning.”

As much as I disliked throwing away my perfect words, I did, and it worked. Once I had the ending, those perfect words came back even more better.

So what does this have to do with intuition?

To hear our intuition we have to throw away any preconceived ideas we have about the situation and surrender to our intuitive self. It is then the perfect answer comes.

Anne also taught me to stand back from a painting to see the beauty of the artist’s work. If standing too close, the brush strokes are interesting, but the art of the painting is seen from a bit of a distance.

Intuition is like that. Sometimes we get too close to the message we’re searching for, too tied to what we think our insight should be. Sometimes we just have to let go of what we think the answer should be and allow the intuitive answer to come.

Try this: The next time you are searching for an answer, ease up on desperately wanting the answer. The push for the answer often thrusts it away rather than bringing it to us. As we let go of needing to find the answer, we are surrendering our ego self and allowing our higher intuitive self to speak. It is then the answer that was there all along is seen clearly.

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Piper Talks to Mom

I talk to my mom all the time. I like to talk to Mom. She calls it barking. Sometimes she calls it whining or yipping and yapping.

I talk to her when she puts on a jacket. I get all excited. That’s ‘cause we’re going outside. That’s the only reason she puts on a jacket. She tells me that’s not true. Sometimes she’s cold and I’m not keeping her warm. I do that too. Keep Mom warm. That’s when we cuddle. I don’t talk much then.

I talk a lot when it’s time to eat. Before breakfast Mom makes me go outside. That’s ‘cause we’re just getting up in the morning. And my bathroom is outside on the grass. She doesn’t stay out with me. She comes inside all by herself. I know she’s getting my food ready. But she should always be ready to let me back in right away. After all it’s my breakfast time.

Sometimes she walks away to the kitchen. I can see her through the door. It’s glass. I tell her when I’m ready to come inside. She opens the door so I can run to the kitchen. I run as fast as I can. And I talk all the way. Then I stand right beside Mom to make sure she gets my breakfast right. And I tell her to hurry. I’m hungry.

Sometimes she stops and looks at me in that way that tells me to stop talking. You know how moms are. Anyway, I have to tell her I’m hungry. To hurry up and give me my food. Talking is important where there’s food.

For treats too. Talking’s important. And dinner time. And every time Mom should give me food. I have to tell her I need food. How else would she know?

That’s not the only time I talk. Sometimes I run ahead of Mom when we walk down the lane. That’s when I have to stop and tell her to hurry up. I talk to her when we play ball too. I catch my ball. Then I have to take it back to Mom. That way she can throw it again. But I have to tell her to throw it.

I talk when we get into the car. That’s because Mom makes me get in the back seat. I have to tell her over and over I am supposed to be in the front. She doesn’t listen. Just tells me to be quiet.

Sometimes Mom leaves me alone. So, I have to talk to her when she comes home. I have to tell her how lonely I was.

I talk to Mom when I’m Happy. I like to tell her why I’m happy. I also talk to her when I’m sad. I tell her why I’m sad. That’s when she holds me and gives me extra pets.

Sometimes I talk to my mom for no reason. I just like to talk to her. She listens and listens, and I talk and talk. Then she pets my head and tells me she loves me. Then I tell her I love her. That’s the best talk of all.

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I am…

I am the non-self,

the person, the woman, the being, but

never separate, never alone, always part

of all that is.

I am

the wind that passes across my face;

I am

the aroma of the rose in bloom;

I am

the cloud that brings rain;

I am

the rain;

I am

the sun in the sky and

the earth beneath my feet.

I am

all that is, and

I am

still me.

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