THE GYPSY

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The Gypsy was an animal person

and a horse trainer,

as is the case with

many Romany Gypsies.

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A wolf was one of the injured animals

which came to her door when injured.

He remained with her until his death.

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This is about a good friend

and Reiki mentor, a Romany Gypsy.

She is the person who found and gave into my keeping

the strange stone in my photos.

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FIRST MEETING

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We were walking among friendly junipers

in the high Arizona desert.

We weren’t yet really acquainted, and I was somewhat surprised when the words came out of my mouth uninvited and almost unrecognized, “You have something I need.”

She looked a question at me, and my mouth spoke the words, “You have something that will help give my spiritual life the lift it needs right now.” She said, “Have you heard of Reiki?” I hadn’t, but I knew it was for me.

At the end of the initiation ceremony, which included steps I through III, she surprised me with her psychic abilities by naming a spiritual guardian who was in attendance, though she had no way of knowing of my ties to him. Her many experiences plus her ability to see the energies as we worked with them made her a knowledgeable and passionate mentor, loving but tough as she guided me through sessions which yielded fairly amazing results.

It was truly happening. But part of me still didn’t believe it. The wonder of it is still with me now, and I can’t –

Once, in a training session when I felt a healing taking place in the person under my hands I told the Gypsy, “This is too good to be true!”

Looking and sounding shocked, she very sternly said, “WHAT???!!! GOD’S LOVE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE???!!!”

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If anybody still wonders, as I did early on, what this power is that makes our hands burn until we must shake them, the Gypsy nailed it.

When I do Reiki self-treatment it feels like Love.

It’s Love.

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Here are some other interesting things she told me:

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She was close with some of the people on the Navajo Reservation, even being trained in the psychic arts by one of their medicine men. A Navajo lady called on her for help, saying that her family was having a serious–a deadly serious–problem with a skinwalker. I can’t imagine any call for help that The Gypsy wouldn’t answer. She did counsel with a medicine man about it–I don’t remember the results of that meeting. The upshot was that she took on the battle.

I only remember highlights. One was that once she heard a scratching at the back door and, thinking it was another of the wild animals that came to her for help when injured, she opened it. What she saw was a fearful half-animal half-man. I’m assuming she saw it because of her ability to see into other dimensions, but I didn’t think to ask her–so much I wasn’t sharp enough to ask. She told me about this to accent a warning she had just given me, which was never to bring a found gift into the house because that would “invite the giver to come in.” She elaborated by saying, “If you find an unfamiliar Indian pot in your yard, for instance.”

ANOTHER TIME

……she felt hands pushing her from her vehicle, which sat high off the ground.

Her saga is a confusing one for me, because she said she was also fighting an Apache witch. She soon left the area, so there aren’t many anecdotes in this story. The next has to do with the witch. (I’m not discounting the idea that skinwalker and witch may have been one and the same. I don’t know. I have only heard of skinwalkers in connection with the Navajo people, however, not the Apache.)

The Gypsy was a horse trainer, very good with animals, and an excellent horsewoman. She had her own beloved and well-trained horses. One day she saw the witch pointing at her while she saddled up for a ride. A picture was taken of her on the horse and, immediately thereafter, the horse acted as if it had gone crazy and bucked her off, injuring her.

Of course the gear and the horse were checked thoroughly. Nothing was found to account for it. When the picture was developed the horse was not there. It showed the Gypsy in midair, sitting on nothing. I don’t have a copy. I did put in my photo album a picture of part of a stump believed to have a spirit living in it. The reason I say “part” of a stump is that the bigger part of the stump is invisible, leaving the top floating in air–on nothing. The tree which also looks haunted in the picture, having black blobbies in front of it, is only a few feet from where the Gypsy was bucked off her horse.

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STUMP … TOP FLOATING OVER NEARER WHITE CHAIR.

The Gypsy’s invisible horse photo was shot a few feet from here.

Where the rider is remarkably seen sitting in mid air

….. because the horse was invisible,

just before horse became crazed and bucked the Gypsy off.

Black blobbies in front of tree and on post were not seen.

The dark fog in front of blobby tree was not seen. clear morning.

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stump as it actually looked

where pic of rider sitting on air because horse was invisible. just before horse became crazed and bucked rider off.

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THE BAD

stump TOP floating over white chair. black blobbies in front of tree and on post were not seen. the dark fog in front of blobby tree was not seen. clear morning.

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I took these pictures later, during the five years we lived on the place the Gypsy had vacated, she being the first person to live there since it was vacated by Indians 700 or so years ago. Yup. It was an interesting five years. Very haunted. Said to be on A vortex. But neither of us challenged any skinwalkers or witches or lions while we were there.

An aside :

the Gypsy being pushed out of her vehicle reminds me of another story I heard years earlier–this one from a stranger. He was touring various theaters and halls in the USA showing pictures from his studies of ancient underground sites in Central America. He said that native guides would only take him within pointing distance of the one I’m speaking of.  A psychic friend (another lady, Jen) had some words with him which caused him to give a private no-charge viewing in her home of some pictures he didn’t show his paying audiences because of their strangeness. He showed us pictures of phantoms; pictures that were extra amazing, given the fact that people were aware of so little of this sort of thing in the 60’s. The most memorable of his photos was in the middle of a series of ten or so. It had a smoke-colored gargoyle-like figure protruding from a stone gargoyle. The other pictures in that series were normal.

What is relevant to the Gypsy’s story is what he reported happening while he was inside the ancient site. He said that, while walking along a narrow ledge, he felt hands pushing him off. But he wasn’t crippled in his fall.

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ANOTHER THING :

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She told me that she had been trained in the psychic arts by her father, by a Navajo shaman, and by a shaman of another tribe — I forget what tribe, but assume it to be Havasupai because she lived with them for a while in the Grand Canyon.
Also her hubby told me that when the dogs wanted out or in, she looked at the door and it opened for them, then closed behind them, without any touch other than that of her eyes.  She had told me that her father had had her practice this for long periods.

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Peace.

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EARLY LESSON FROM JEN

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Our Dog Killed Jen’s Hen And She

Apologized For Not Having

A Stronger Fence

That’s how I met her.

It turned out that she was an encyclopedia on metaphysical and spiritual stuff and that she had had many fascinating experiences in her years in light work. She introduced me to the idea of making practical use of spiritual energies.

After supper Hubby and I visited with her until two in the morning, learning about experiences we couldn’t have imagined; about building energy in the body; about Mother Earth being a conscious being; about using energy to heal others. This was heady stuff in the 60s.

But when we got up the next morning after only four hours’ sleep, Hubby was pretty upset. At that time he was an auto mechanic and he had an engine to overhaul by noon. He was in no condition to do it and was really down. At 9 o’clock I called to see how he was doing and evidently he was all thumbs and things were going very badly indeed. He told me there was no way he could get it out by noon.

I went to see Jen, telling her, basically, that I would really appreciate it if she could put her energy where her mouth was. Her face lost its usual glowing smile and she said, “Oh! Oh, dear! Well! All right, dear, just sit down right here on the step with me and let’s send him some energy.” She instructed me to close my eyes and relax and send him energy. We sat thus for maybe ten minutes.

When he came home at noon for lunch and I asked him how things had gone, he said, “You know, it’s really strange. Just a few minutes after you called I suddenly felt really good and everything went well and actually finished the car.”

So, one of my first lessons in light work went very well.

Peace.

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Accidental Killing By A Light Worker?

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She was a very beautiful glowing lady of great compassion.

I wrote about some magical experiences with her, including the story SPEAKING OF PAST LIFE SCARS.

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This is Jen’s story, told to me by herself during the weeks of a long summer, with additions by her family of what they witnessed on that final day. I know nothing about it except what she and her husband and children told me.

She saw her duty as being a light worker helping the elementals, the fairies and gnomes of whom she was very fond, and she spent a great deal of time “holding the energy for them to help them perform their services to the planet.”  She had been doing this for a long time.

She was also communicating mentally with a monk in Sri Lanka, and as their friendship grew she began to spend less and less time with the elementals. There came a day when the monk decided to come visit her in his astral body. (I have written of one such visit Hubby and I witnessed in another story from my journal which has a short title including the word “ghost” …………….

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But she didn’t want him to visit. She had decided that she wanted to get back to what she felt was her commissioned work, and told him not to come.

He said he was going to come.

She said she would put up a barrier and again warned him away.

He was adamant.

So was she.

Later she was sitting in meditation and Ho, her husband, was in the street with their kids and neighbors having an impromptu little block party. Ho and the kids later told me that suddenly there was a loud explosion and blue fire in the air by the house which everyone heard and saw. He ran inside and Jen was crying and said that her Sri Lankan friend had come and when he struck her barrier it killed his astral body and that she was, at that moment, watching his physical body dying in Sri Lanka while his brother monks wondered what was happening. (Aside: Light workers know that when a healing is done with energy the astral is healed first, and that it usually takes varying amounts of time for it to take effect in the physical body. That being so, it would seem to make sense that if an accident kills the astral, the physical might not die instantly.)

I can’t vouch for this adventure. I will say that I don’t believe she would have been willing to take on the karmic costs of telling a lie, and witnesses say there was a huge explosion in the air. Was she/were they hallucinating? I don’t know. I know she wasn’t hallucinating the effects of her light work, for instance when that work helped my hubby get through a very tough day.

Peace.

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A GHOST WHO WASN’T DEAD

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Hubby and I were reading

before going to sleep

when a phantom appeared

at the foot of the bed.

It looked exactly like phantoms we had seen before, at funerals. (One of these incidents is discussed below.)

While the phantom was in our bedroom we discussed it, wondering who it was and talking about the fact that nobody we knew had died recently.

This was about 1968 before email, and we had no phone. Three days after the incident we got a letter from a friend of the family a thousand miles away. The letter said that he had visited us in our bedroom, repeated what we had said during the time we had been watching the phantom, and said that he hoped the next time he visited we would recognize him .

There was an unrelated event at the funeral of Hubby’s brother, Bill. Hubby was down front with the family and I was in the back with Bill’s young children. I was watching five shadowy human-shaped figures up by the ceiling to the left of the altar – five phantoms. The one in the center was very tall and thin with the mouth hanging open. Bill had been very tall and thin and his mouth was usually agape. (We’re hillbillies. What can I say?) I believed the other four figures to be Bill’s parents and two brothers who had passed over not long before. When we were back home hubby and I compared notes and our descriptions of the phantoms matched. We had each seen the same thing.

These events seem to lend credence to folks who say the body in which we astral travel is the same body which we inhabit after passing over.

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SPEAKING OF PAST LIFE SCARS

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Strange things happen — and for a reason, I have learned.

Hubby and I met a lady who shone with spiritual beauty. The first day we met her, for whatever reason, she commented that she and hubby had been in a war together in a past life, both male, wearing, instead of trousers, outfits that were skirted.

She went on to say that hubby had died in her (his in past life) arms and she placed her hand on his back to show us where the spear had entered. We must have looked our amazement because she asked what was up. Hubby raised his shirt to show her that there, exactly where her hand had been, was his ugly ragged birthmark, about 2 1/2 or 3 inches across.

We had heard that past life injuries sometimes show up as birthmarks.

Peace.

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A Mystic Second Language

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I’ve written more than one story about Jen

– of the two Jens, actually, before and after.  This is another event in the life of the Jen before her change.

A colony of ants appeared at their back doorstep.   Jen, being a natural patron of all “little people,” fed them the crumbs from the table and also, I would bet, manufactured crumbs for them, and the colony flourished.  Ho didn’t share her enthusiasm for their new neighbors and said they had to go.  Jen’s arguments had no effect on him other than to cause him, finally, to agree to wait until the next day for his mass assassinations.

Jen sat on the step by them and exhorted the ants (the ants’ spirit?) to move elsewhere so they wouldn’t be destroyed.

The next morning they were gone.

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A Tragedy – The Last Act — A K A — The High Cost Of Education

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I have written of Jen—of our dog killing her hen,

… of energizing Hubby so he could finish his work, of her friend, the monk in Sri Lanka. I have already said that her face was the sun, and so it seemed. Her every gesture showed Love–Love for all people, for animals and the earth, for every blade of grass. The end of every meal saw her scattering remnants on the earth for “the little people,” and I knew this was an outward sign of inner beautiful thought and emotion. She was the personification of compassion and kindness, seemingly without any capacity for criticizing anyone in any way.

Ho, her husband, was somewhat bothered that Jen was very anchored in her light work and in her psychic world because these activities took up the greater part of her time. When I met her and became determined to learn all I could from her she began giving time to me, too, so Ho was pretty much on his own and naturally cold-shouldered me. It didn’t bother Jen a bit. As far as she was concerned, the jealousy was his problem and his alone.

One day Ho actually approached me. And he told me a fairly amazing story. He said that he was suddenly happy with Jen’s activities, that he now understood her and what she was doing. He said that he had happened to touch her while she was meditating, that the touch caused him to experience what she was experiencing, and that all he now wanted in life was to have for himself what she had.

(Later I read, in a Yogi’s writing, that when one touches someone in a very high state of consciousness, that that high state is transferred to the person.)

Ho changed immediately and completely. Gave up sex. Yup. I kid you not. He gave up sex while sharing a bed every night with that beautiful woman. He became as involved in spiritual activity as Jen. He was very pleased, especially, that he was able to give up sex. Gandhi was his role model. 15 years later he proudly told me that he was still “off sex.”

What happened next — I can’t imagine how it happened–I just can’t imagine.

When we again met about ten years after that, Ho was no longer bragging about no sex, so I asked Jen and she said that He had fallen off that wagon. I was saddened. But I was especially sad for Jen. She rarely smiled, she never spoke of light work, ever, and she very often found fault, even with her lovely grandchildren. I didn’t want even to be around her. I was heartbroken.

I learned that Jen and Ho had fallen in with a “guru” in India who seemed to be negative, in that he taught that anyone who was not following him was – you all know that story and his followers were also preaching that theirs was the only – etc. Jen and Ho had been spending time with his followers in Sedona (NOT the Ruby Focus group). So, now they were not the people who never found fault and who greeted every situation with a smile. Many now felt their sting – their children and grandchildren, members of certain races, some folks in the arts, and certainly folks in any religion or cult other than their own.

We must choose our company very wisely, being with those with the traits we want — and we must keep up our shields of protection.

(In my not-so-humble opinion.)

Peace.

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