BAD LUCK ISN’T BAD KARMA

“IF I DIDN’T HAVE BAD LUCK, I WOULDN’T HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL”

By Paul Schroeder

 

(Author’s note:  the title is  from a Rodney Dangerfield routine..)

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You have certainly heard it said, that in our lives’ destinies, “All IS WRITTEN”? 

According to  reputable and gifted psychics, our lives are carefully planned by our spirits, beforehand, that we assemble spirit helpers and spirit guides, in Heaven,  to accompany us, long  before we jump into another womb’s prenatal body,  for yet another lifetime.

Life,  they assure us, is a series of pre-programmed events staged with proscribed boons and travails, specifically designed to grow us spiritually closer towards God, a God who gives us myriad  incarnations, to hone and perfect us.

Earth is our ‘school’.

Even a ‘deja vu’, a moment haunting in its odd feeling, that we’ve ‘ been ‘there’, before’,   psychics say, is precisely such a specially pre-inserted moment, in our blueprint,  a small  odd- feeling- ‘bump’, in time, designed to remind us, unconsciously, that we are assessed perfectly aligned, with our  pre-planned spiritual lessons, in that moment.

How, then, is one to understand spates of bad luck, that stubbornly seem to follow one throughout?

For some of us, and that includes me, day after day, week after week, awful little and large things happen in  doses that nag at us, and seem to resist  greater meaning.

The title’s male comedian, once complained:

“I have the worst luck all of the time; I have no luck at all.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!”:
I miss buses and oversleep appointments lose my wallet and keys, stub my toes,  step in dog poo and bang my head underneath cabinets.

“Just yesterday, I woke up, got dressed, and a button fell off; I  reached for a closet door and the knob came off!

I grabbed my suitcase, and the handle came off;…

I was afraid,… to go to the bathroom!…”

 

If  it’s true, that “all is written”, how does one explain annoying and troubling
‘nothing is going right’ periods, that persist?

Many gifted psychics, privately affirm that since  ,’all IS written’, awful bad luck events happen, by no  accidents; aligned with spirit, bad luck, in a continuous line, is commonly backstage- orchestrated.


Large and small bad luck occurrences will happen everywhere, all at once, in one’s life, as a spiritual “sign”, an alert that one is sadly far from one’s prearranged spiritual path.

When one has strayed too far away from one’s Heavenly, towards God,  pre-planned ‘blueprint’, self delineated in intricate fashion,  bad luck will stubbornly continue to manifest.

Then, It’s no coincidence that you lost your wallet, spilled the coffee on the computer keyboard, stepped on the cat, had a bathroom pipe leak down onto the kitchen ceiling, got a flat tire and missed the train and that was only Tuesday!

“Nothing is going right!”, life malfunctions, reveal that something else LARGER at stake, down a long hallway, and somewhere else behind our ‘curtains’, is ALSO not right.


Bad luck in series, is the tyrannical effort of Heaven, specifically,
our spirit guides and spirit helpers, who are more than  just trying to get our attention.

I can actually, at this point hear the known cynics and pernicious doubters yet again exclaim,”Your thesis, to me, personally, is just nonsense!”

What about those people who have one good luck event, after another good luck event follow them?

When one is on one’s correct preplanned blueprint’s spiritual path, ‘everything just seems to go right’?

Yes.

If we are progressing correctly, according to “plan”, then all of the little confluences and connections in our life begin to seem to work, and series of fortuitous coincidences occur like perfect magic:

We catch the bus, right on time, we meet that person we were hoping to see, we gain hope and guidance automatically, from kind strangers,  we find that misplaced thing we searched for, garner the needed finances that we sought ;

wonderful coincidences gather like flies at our mustaches.

Only when one is much too far from one’s self-set goals, does all Hell seem to break loose, everywhere and all at once, repeatedly.



Chronic and persistent ‘bad luck’ isn’t the ‘disease’ itself, but is instead an emergent ‘symptom’, of a disease.

But, can it be all that simple?

After learning this, minor constant misfortunes that never seem to end, rather than blindly depress you, will enlighten and cheer you, because it confirms that our path, is indeed a pre-planned path, and that, “Yes, Virginia, there really IS a Santa Claus,”

on ‘stage’, and ‘behind our curtains’.

Consistent negative synchronicities, are messages and bad luck events, now alert us that we are NOT up on our spiritual ‘toes’.

Ask oneself:

Am I being helpful to others or self-consumed and impish?

Am I forgiving, or nurturing grudges?

Am I consoling someone who needs consoling or am I, not wanting to ‘engage’,  avoiding them?

Am I offering charity to someone in need, or cautiously sidestepping involvement?

Am I being supportive or judgmental?

Am I being loving or impatient?

The cessation of bad luck troubles, relies and depends on one’s spiritual shift- of -perspective, a recognition that will appeal to your spirit helpers and spirit guides.

Be calm.

Listen to something emotionally releasing, like taped wholesome standup comedy; laughing can reset brain chemical imbalances from angst and is a wholesome therapy, instrumental in stopping deepening fugue, about persistent bad luck events..

Large doses of laughter can jump start and stir the cheer of one’s lagging soul .


Essentially, one must recognize those backstage  spiritual influences; a prayer for guidance and enlightenment is now tantamount.

Pray, IN THANKS to your spirit helpers and angels, who do a mostly thankless job, most often, and then, ask them for spiritual assistance.

Prayer, to be put back on the ‘right path’  will suffice, and  then all at once, as though in answer, the confluent series of ‘ bad luck’ events will suddenly abate.

Then, be sure to react with love to the situations that next present themselves, to you.

“Why me?!” is always the wrong question.

“Why NOW?” is more apt.

Bad luck in a series of repeated events means that
we have missed the inner signposts of mercy and patience and forgiveness and are indeed far from our set spiritual goals at that moment in time.

Series of bad luck incidents in our lives are NO accidents .

“All is written” may sound facile and glib, but one’s spirit helpers can and will reach from behind the curtains of Heaven and appear almost tyrannical, as they attempt to fast turn one into another direction, like adjusting a human skillet frying pan by grabbing one roughly, by the handle…..

For we are not humans having spiritual experiences, but spirits, having human experiences.

In school, we get the lesson, and then the test ; in spiritual life, we get the test, and then, the lesson..

The ‘spiritual tests’, come in many forms and are daily, weekly and monthly ‘pop-quizzes’ , life-involved, around key moments that internally/spiritually test for one’s :

charity, honesty, modesty, rescue, compassion, or.. sharing;

I usually recognize them, only in retrospect and then also decide that I likely, ‘failed’….

 

“Bad karma”,  emanates from spite, jealousy, anger, revenge, theft, greed and manifests in ‘unfinished spiritual lessons’ scenarios around those themes, throughout future incarnations.

THAT , is ‘bad karma’…

But, how to quickly end spates of bad luck incidents?

Prayer, with feelings only of gratitude, strongly helps to bring a message for the cessation of travails, until one’s head is re-screwed on, properly, to extend love, in all endeavors, to others..

I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm

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AN ALTERNATIVE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE : A SPIRITUAL MESSAGE

AN ALTERNATIVE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE : A SPIRITUAL MESSAGE

by Paul Schroeder

A spiritual message, in a time of need, illuminated a larger life path:
“The Spell of the Yukon”
               By Robert W. Service
“I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
   I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
   I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it—
   Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
   And somehow the gold isn’t all…”
I rarely ever worked overtime, or sought spare part- time jobs to make more money, seeking blue skies above to doing work indoors, and I relished my poorer beer pockets without ever developing or resenting the absence of a richer champagne taste.
Those ambitious lads of my childhood who entered finance, medicine or law,  worked 24-7 towards a salaried lifestyle that flew them first class, overseas to luncheon meetings and purchased them mansions in the  glass sky towers of Manhattan.
Effete, they would confess,”Those who say that money can’t buy you everything, don’t know where to shop!”
I  became a college instructor teacher who received a meager pittance, but though  I relished my bankers’ hours’ 9 to 3  job, I deeply longed for the respite of work, each academic year, within a ten week vacation, over the summer.
During academic semesters I recklessly ate up all of my sick days and personal days, taking escapes in the sun at the beach, and landscaped land escapes in three and four day weekends, at mountain lakes’ sites to hike in virgin woods alone.
Others in Higher Education had instead garnered many days, ‘in their bank’, saved up jealously, to trade for cash, losing one day for every two saved, upon retirement.
To me, counter intuitively, non providentially, time away to think was worth more, as an escape valve,  than half of some obscure future money.
Work was onerous and exacting, and freedom was a hiking-in-the-woods- relief, from fluorescent overhead lights, and the grinding grading of incessant exams and papers.
For release,  the best part of my chosen vocation, I lectured and pontificated, teaching American and English Literature, in a large lecture hall,  chain-smoking unfiltered cigarettes, during class instructions, throughout, to self medicate.
I am presently retired, thirty-five years in teaching, and have a modest lovely home and property, and as for wanderlust, I  have long found that armchair travel is the cheapest kind of travel, content to read brochures, than take inoculations, to explore the world.
Money aversion- ennui got worse as I grew older.
 I soon preferred the sidelines of copious earnings, a spent man, seeking  to relax and to write.
Why was I, so different, to care little for “success”, measured in hard work towards riches?
I wasn’t remotely money excited,  as a child, dimly knowing on a subliminal level that God didn’t place us here, on Earth,  on a special mission,  to make money.
A spiritual message experience, I received, as a teenager, a homeless runaway at seventeen, running from a divorced household of violence and police- being -called -by- the -neighbors,
became a core influence for my slant on monied life, a purposeful one of just getting by, instead of working hard towards earning luxuries.
It was Christmas time in New York City and I was seventeen years old, homeless penniless,  and wandering.
I had exited  the Museum of Natural History on Central Park West, where I had feasted for hours, on museum eye -candy, but my stomach  had rumbled with hunger.
And now back on the street, I found that it had been and was now, snowing heavily.
I wondered worriedly where I would sleep, that night.
 A local movie manager,  a friend, Paul Gary, said that I could, when in Brooklyn, sleep in a little used old loft room in his movie theatre, the Loews Oriental, in Bath Beach, Brooklyn, in a dusty, haunted costume property room.
I was the inhabiting spirit.
The smell of freshly roasted chestnuts,  sold to passerbys from a kiosk wagon, near to the museum’s stone steps, in a blizzard of snow, wafted my way and roused me.
I had no money in my pockets; I salivated at the  sweet nutty perfume.
 Chestnuts were a seasonal treat I had  enjoyed, at this very museum’s site, when I had a bountiful existence within my cantankerous parents’ marriage’s deep pockets’ circle of influence.
I would ask my parents,  they’d  fish for loose change and I would relish the sweet flavor of fire roasted hot chestnuts, now a new symbol of want and the faded memory of childhood .
I was alone upon the streets of Manhattan, hungry and had no money.
The  snow covered shoulders and face of the man who stood behind the kiosk wagon, were wrapped in steam; he was small and dark, wearing mittens with holes for the fingers.
The snow fell heavily in sheets that made a city of asphalt shock look gentler.
I  came close enough to  inhale the dark aroma of roasted chestnuts,  a childhood memory token, an olfactory solace for my pangs of hunger.
 I  noticed that on one side of his kiosk wagon hung a large piece of grey cardboard with a blue magic marker message upon it, his philosophy of the moment, but on an unconscious level, one  for the rest of my adult life.
A raised consciousness was sparked.
It read:
“I really don’t like making money;
I don’t want to conquer the world,
and I don’t wish to ever be rich;
I don’t even want to set the world, on fire;
 I just want to keep my nuts warm.”
A spiritual message, in a time of need, illuminated a larger life path.

IN THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES, CAMOUFLAGE PREVAILS

IN THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES, CAMOUFLAGE PREVAILS

 by Paul Schroeder

“Sex is not the answer.
Sex is the question.
The answer, is ‘YES’!”
(Woody Allen)

Since sex is less than five or ten percent of a marriage, those who marry just for sex, find imposing reasons later on in the relationship, to not confine sex, within the parameters of their marriage, but remain as faithful, as their options and opportunities.

 

After all, man DOES need woman for the artistry and complexity of friendship, for filial fun, cute socializing, profound partnering, and deep soul intimacy, but they may not ALL BE with the SAME woman.

Women wander sexually, as well, as statistics reveal, that every other wife strays to another’s arms, for love making.

 

I often thought that women had it better than men and that if I were a woman, without any love, I’d be down at the docks,  no underwear, waiting for the fleet to come in, with my skirt pulled over my head.

But, today, much older and jaded, I’m a cheap date, for myself, and even after sexy-self-love, I don’t even take myself out to dinner or to a movie..

More and more women today, say aloud, that they “don’t need any man, anymore, even for sex, but that they DO need men , sometimes, but then, ONLY, to lift and move, heavy things around…

 

There surely HAS to be some more dignified way of expressing desire and passionate love for another human being, because the human body is a sad marvel, with its waste disposal plant, immediately adjoining its amusement park area.

Sex, is forever something that parents are loathe to discuss with their children; when I was a child of seven, they mentioned the fearful danger of sex, saying, “not to play around with sex, because it was,”playing with fire.”

 

At seven years old, I recall thinking:

 

“Well, I HAVE a hose…

But one who marries, just for sex, is buying a 747 jet, just for the little bag of peanuts.

Surely, there’s other ways to get peanuts, if that’s all that you really want.

 

Yes, men are more shallow than one would imagine, and will as soon marry for sumptuous breasts, than for love, an idea so repulsive and childish, that it takes much head shaking, to comprehend,  because spiritual
love is appreciating, sharing, empathy and giving, quite bereft of the pangs of lust.
Yet, for all men’s fascination with women’s breasts, should men themselves,  overweight  develop breasts, they  do chafe ingloriously, upset about those unmanly acquisitions.
                                                 

Men are more juvenile in primitive sexual drives and emotional makeup, and women are indeed, far better human beings, providential, sensitive, charitable, strong and beautiful.

 

This DNA primate difference can be demonstrated.

 

At a very young age, place a group of five-year-old girls, in a room together, and they will sit, talk and relate to each other with civil chatter, sharing, and often with surprising wisdom.
 But, place a group of five-year-old boys in a room together,  and soon they will roll all over the floor, like shaved gorillas, lost in individual and mutual combative power fantasies.

Our lingering social notion  that men are more important, more apt and more likely to be leaders, is still a hard social prejudice to quell.
But, in emotional and spiritual essence, marked hormonal differences loom: women generally speaking, need love, and are willing to give sex to achieve love, but men want sex, and are willing to give love, to achieve sex.

Equality, in mutual passion, is easier to demonstrate:

 

When a cop on the beat encounters a young couple making love in the tall grass, in a park, he does NOT tap their shoes with his nightstick to angrily demand:

 

” All right, now, WHO’S in charge, here ?!”

Progress will eventually turn HIStory, into HERstory.

 

Women remain naive and not the least bit aware of men’s glandular functioning concepts towards all women.

 

At a party or wedding,

men view a woman’s public, licentious exaggerated undulations in dance as her being naked,  and sexual fantasies unfurl

deep within men’s psyches.

 

Dance becomes sex in visualized fantasies of private encounters with these licentious, and actively lithe women on the dance floor.

For women,  few rarely grasp that their public dancing, is clearly nothing but public, overt, symbolic sex.

Most cultures associate ” beauty”, with a simple more precise symmetry, of the face, where perfection is a mirror image of both sides of the face.

We equate physical beauty with inner goodness, which has allowed nice-featured  and handsome psychopaths like Ted Bundy and Jefferey Dalmer to serial (successful) murder so many duped women and duped so many gay men .

 

Men are suckers for a pretty (merely perfectly symmetrical) face and will sacrifice marriage, family and children for a dalliance with one..

 

 

Perhaps this makeup makes it still a man’s world, because it’s much easier, in society, to BE a man:

Each solitary, individual feature on your face always stays its birth shade and original color.

 

Methinks, that If men wore makeup, most would be disconcertingly prettier than many women.

 

If a man chooses, he might, perhaps, consider a cosmetic shave, but ONLY to some parts of his face and neck.

You can always wear shorts despite how awful your legs do look.

 

Your last name, regardless of marital -legal battles, stays put.

 

People do not ever stare at your breasts and your nipples when you’re happily chatting with them.

 

You are genetically and socially blind to any but the biggest wrinkles in your clothing.

Calorie intake and belly size are never a crucial consideration.

 

You always have the consummate and total freedom of choice about the growing of a mustache.

 

You don’t have to remove all of your clothes just to pee.

 

You can wake up just as attractive as you were when you went to bed, rather than have your beauty somehow deteriorate, during the night.

 

You can more easily, socially, defend your space, with knee-jerk displays of violence.

Woman, as the pretty sex, is a relatively new idea:

 

Pirates who wore the perfumes, jewelry, silks and frills echoed this olden concept of male beauty; a classical nude in statue, was almost ALWAYS male, historically, in ancient Greece and Rome.
This classic maleness model of beauty oddly reversed itself in the eighteenth century and women became the “pretty sex”, instead.

Throughout the animal world, whether it flies or swims, the male is STILL the colorful sex, the female, the drab one.

 

But since the eighteenth century, sexual and cultural reversals have oddly persisted in human affairs, and women instead have become the pretty sex.

But “pretty” means, slim and skinny, as fashion dictates.

 

Today, women who carry a few extra pounds, live longer than the men, who mention it…

Straight men, do not adorn themselves towards being highly polished- exceptions exist for politicians, actors, sports-stars, head gangsters, and police detectives, for within these men, narcissism, a sinful sense of entitlement, and monumental ego all loom.

 

In those egomaniac ‘types’ , highly-polished, self-preening is always accompanied by bullying others.
But the question remains, for the sake of guile and deceit: how curried and airbrushed is too curried and airbrushed?
The first thing I look at, when I see a polished, curried woman, is her eyebrows; if they’re natural, it’s a blast of honest sexuality that curls my toes.
If they’ve been removed and severe Groucho-Klingon brows, of crayola, at odd sharp angles, or worse,  tattooed on, I experience an anxious ‘turn off’, a social warning of duplicity, and all of my ‘antenna’ are up, and waving..
 Women’s eyebrow severity alerts me to that woman’s emotional instability , and the more Klingon-Groucho severe her eyebrows are, correctly predicts more craziness.
Women with long lustrous hair have always been sought as mates, because hair grows slowly and vividly reflects one’s general health, so mating was preferred with shiny, long-haired lasses, who were lax with lasciviousness …
But the rub, is that many women who look like floss, patina and veneer, are mostly shallow types who a man has to pay, for an intelligent conversation, because
 they have long cared ONLY about their outsides, and not ever about, their ‘insides’.

‘Beauty’ television commercials and ‘beauty’ magazine ads feature graphics of highly curried women, extolling Western society’s virtues of vacuous, narcissistic women, who gaze back at us, made over into a man’s surreal vision of what ‘beauty’ should look like..

 

In Maine, at a lobster restaurant, I went to the register to pay and behind the counter, opening the register, was a tall, strikingly handsome, buxom woman, in a formal ballgown who sported a large handlebar mustache.

 

Her startling visage has stayed with me, for many years, resplendent and role indigestible..
It’s a cultural facade and mirage of the sadly discarded true value of beauty, which always comes from within.
 A man in our culture says,”You’re beautiful”, before he says, “I love you”, and thus a woman is wrongly taught , that if beauty fades, then love must also fade.
Again, most cultures associate ” beauty”, with a simple more precise symmetry, of the face, where perfection is a mirror image of both sides of the face.
Poorly informed, desperately seeking love, she runs scared to the beauty parlor, nail salon, hair stylist, cosmetic facial and breast implant surgeons, willing to suffer to maintain an airbrushed, curried, artificial “beauty” , so that “love” will not also vanish.

Men perpetrate this hoax until they themselves believe it.

 

In truth, a woman is as sexy in bed as that woman was interesting, before bed, and interesting, after bed.

(“No man ever reached up a woman’s skirt, looking for her library card”)

Joan Rivers

 

But, for many non-self-respecting men, it’s all  just  about  a woman’s exterior patina, and veneer towards sex.

 

Men admit that they LOVE women who look hot and who act hot;  homespun, often unwilling women, by comparison, are like radiators, men have to keep touching, to see if the heat’s coming up.

Yes, men are more shallow than one would imagine, more vain than women and more duplicitous in satisfying their overwhelming hormonal drives.

Women thus feel that loss of beauty means loss of love, and then rush off to plastic surgeons, for tits and ass augmentation, nose jobs and liposuction, mascara and eyeliner alert, to avoid NOT being a love object..

REAL beauty emanates ONLY from within, something not taught in our culture, where women spend very much time on their outsides and little or no time spent, on their ‘insides’…

 

Women at an early age learn what dizzying effects their bodies have on men, and men’s sex drive,  and use THAT against them ; women culturally have been taught guile and deceit from a tender age, to ‘trap a man’, by using their physical, sexual allure:

 

They shave armpits,

 

shave legs and mustaches,

 

dye their hair,

 

use eye-liner,

 

mascara and false eyelashes,

face makeup,

 

(“Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy”)

 

 foundation-makeup,

 

earrings,

 

tints of rouge blush,

 

sport uplift brassieres,

 

apply perfumes,

 

apply lipstick,

go for Botox or plastic surgery to erase facial wrinkles,

 

 install Hershey-kiss silicone fake breasts,

 

wear high heels,

 

designer fingernails,

 

contact lenses,

 

  paint fingers and toes.
They put on things, to make them look bigger, and things that make them look smaller, but

then, they meet a man,

and  they want, …

“HONESTY!!”

Man, refuses to accept that makeup glamour fools the eye and deludes the heart, until he first awakens after the wedding, to see his bride without any makeup, and in shock thinks, “WHO is THAT?!”

Can such preoccupation with sexual camouflage avoid extra-marital diversion , and allow longevity and truthfulness towards a meaningful marriage?

 

Many couples who have lasted together forever, don’t have to work hard,  to get along  in marriage’.

 

When George Burns and Gracie Allen were asked how they remained so in love after sixty years, he said:

 

‘Marriage is a business.
When you work too hard to make the business of marriage work, you get tired, and when you’re tired , you get annoyed, and when you’re annoyed,  arguments start, and when arguments start…then, you’re OUT of business’ .

I remember once being stopped and asked at Disneyland by a graying and aged couple, to “photograph them”, for it was none other than their “fiftieth anniversary”.

 

I saw the way he held her hand and how they hugged and kissed as I struggled to find and frame the picture.

I wondered what wisdom and marital advice they might share, for too many, marriages end sadly in divorce.

 

These too many short-term marriages, for too many men, seemed to me,  just like a tornado:

 

in the beginning, there’s a lot of sucking and blowing , and later on … you lose the house.

 

Whatever happened to the romantic woman and to the romantic man who said that they could not live without each other?

 

He went East, and she went West… and they both lived.

My wife went over to speak with his wife to comment on how sweet they looked together, but when

I returned the camera as he made his way  over to me,  I asked him the $500,000 lulu question:

 

“What’s the secret to being married, so successfully, for so long?”

 

He looked confidential and wise and peeked to see if his wife was engaged in conversation before he spoke:

 

“You gotta cheat”, he whispered.

Men are like linoleum floors. Lay ’em right and you can walk all over them for thirty years. ~ Betsy Salkind

BAD LUCK ISN’T BAD KARMA

“IF I DIDN’T HAVE BAD LUCK, I WOULDN’T HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL”

By Paul Schroeder

 

(Author’s note:  the title is  from a Rodney Dangerfield routine..)

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You have certainly heard it said, that in our lives’ destinies, “All IS WRITTEN”? 

According to  reputable and gifted psychics, our lives are carefully planned by our spirits, beforehand, that we assemble spirit helpers and spirit guides, in Heaven,  to accompany us, long  before we jump into another womb’s prenatal body,  for yet another lifetime.

Life,  they assure us, is a series of pre-programmed events staged with proscribed boons and travails, specifically designed to grow us spiritually closer towards God, a God who gives us myriad  incarnations, to hone and perfect us.

Earth is our ‘school’.

Even a ‘deja vu’, a moment haunting in its odd feeling, that we’ve ‘ been ‘there’, before’,   psychics say, is precisely such a specially pre-inserted moment, in our blueprint,  a small  odd- feeling- ‘bump’, in time, designed to remind us, unconsciously, that we are assessed perfectly aligned, with our  pre-planned spiritual lessons, in that moment.

How, then, is one to understand spates of bad luck, that stubbornly seem to follow one throughout?

For some of us, and that includes me, day after day, week after week, awful little and large things happen in  doses that nag at us, and seem to resist  greater meaning.

The title’s male comedian, once complained:

“I have the worst luck all of the time; I have no luck at all.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!”:
I miss buses and oversleep appointments lose my wallet and keys, stub my toes,  step in dog poo and bang my head underneath cabinets.

“Just yesterday, I woke up, got dressed, and a button fell off; I  reached for a closet door and the knob came off!

I grabbed my suitcase, and the handle came off;…

I was afraid,… to go to the bathroom!…”

 

If  it’s true, that “all is written”, how does one explain annoying and troubling
‘nothing is going right’ periods, that persist?

Many gifted psychics, privately affirm that since  ,’all IS written’, awful bad luck events happen, by no  accidents; aligned with spirit, bad luck, in a continuous line, is commonly backstage- orchestrated.


Large and small bad luck occurrences will happen everywhere, all at once, in one’s life, as a spiritual “sign”, an alert that one is sadly far from one’s prearranged spiritual path.

When one has strayed too far away from one’s Heavenly, towards God,  pre-planned ‘blueprint’, self delineated in intricate fashion,  bad luck will stubbornly continue to manifest.

Then, It’s no coincidence that you lost your wallet, spilled the coffee on the computer keyboard, stepped on the cat, had a bathroom pipe leak down onto the kitchen ceiling, got a flat tire and missed the train and that was only Tuesday!

“Nothing is going right!”, life malfunctions, reveal that something else LARGER at stake, down a long hallway, and somewhere else behind our ‘curtains’, is ALSO not right.


Bad luck in series, is the tyrannical effort of Heaven, specifically,
our spirit guides and spirit helpers, who are more than  just trying to get our attention.

I can actually, at this point hear the known cynics and pernicious doubters yet again exclaim,”Your thesis, to me, personally, is just nonsense!”

What about those people who have one good luck event, after another good luck event follow them?

When one is on one’s correct preplanned blueprint’s spiritual path, ‘everything just seems to go right’?

Yes.

If we are progressing correctly, according to “plan”, then all of the little confluences and connections in our life begin to seem to work, and series of fortuitous coincidences occur like perfect magic:

We catch the bus, right on time, we meet that person we were hoping to see, we gain hope and guidance automatically, from kind strangers,  we find that misplaced thing we searched for, garner the needed finances that we sought ;

wonderful coincidences gather like flies at our mustaches.

Only when one is much too far from one’s self-set goals, does all Hell seem to break loose, everywhere and all at once, repeatedly.



Chronic and persistent ‘bad luck’ isn’t the ‘disease’ itself, but is instead an emergent ‘symptom’, of a disease.

But, can it be all that simple?

After learning this, minor constant misfortunes that never seem to end, rather than blindly depress you, will enlighten and cheer you, because it confirms that our path, is indeed a pre-planned path, and that, “Yes, Virginia, there really IS a Santa Claus,”

on ‘stage’, and ‘behind our curtains’.

Consistent negative synchronicities, are messages and bad luck events, now alert us that we are NOT up on our spiritual ‘toes’.

Ask oneself:

Am I being helpful to others or self-consumed and impish?

Am I forgiving, or nurturing grudges?

Am I consoling someone who needs consoling or am I, not wanting to ‘engage’,  avoiding them?

Am I offering charity to someone in need, or cautiously sidestepping involvement?

Am I being supportive or judgmental?

Am I being loving or impatient?

The cessation of bad luck troubles, relies and depends on one’s spiritual shift- of -perspective, a recognition that will appeal to your spirit helpers and spirit guides.

Be calm.

Listen to something emotionally releasing, like taped wholesome standup comedy; laughing can reset brain chemical imbalances from angst and is a wholesome therapy, instrumental in stopping deepening fugue, about persistent bad luck events..

Large doses of laughter can jump start and stir the cheer of one’s lagging soul .


Essentially, one must recognize those backstage  spiritual influences; a prayer for guidance and enlightenment is now tantamount.

Pray, IN THANKS to your spirit helpers and angels, who do a mostly thankless job, most often, and then, ask them for spiritual assistance.

Prayer, to be put back on the ‘right path’  will suffice, and  then all at once, as though in answer, the confluent series of ‘ bad luck’ events will suddenly abate.

Then, be sure to react with love to the situations that next present themselves, to you.

“Why me?!” is always the wrong question.

“Why NOW?” is more apt.

Bad luck in a series of repeated events means that
we have missed the inner signposts of mercy and patience and forgiveness and are indeed far from our set spiritual goals at that moment in time.

Series of bad luck incidents in our lives are NO accidents .

In school, we get the lesson, and then the test ; in spiritual life, we get the test, and then, the lesson..

The ‘spiritual tests’, come in many forms and are daily, weekly and monthly ‘pop-quizzes’ , life-involved, around key moments that internally/spiritually test for one’s :

charity, honesty, modesty, rescue, compassion, or.. sharing;

I usually recognize them, only in retrospect and then also decide that I likely, ‘failed’….

 

“Bad karma”,  emanates from spite, jealousy, anger, revenge, theft, greed and manifests in ‘unfinished spiritual lessons’ scenarios around those themes, throughout future incarnations.

THAT , is ‘bad karma’…

“All is written” may sound facile and glib, but one’s spirit helpers can and will reach from behind the curtains of Heaven and appear almost tyrannical, as they attempt to fast turn one into another direction, like adjusting a human skillet frying pan by grabbing one roughly, by the handle…..

For we are not humans having spiritual experiences, but spirits, having human experiences.

Prayer, with feelings only of gratitude, strongly helps to bring a message for the cessation of travails, until one’s head is re-screwed on, properly, to extend love, in all endeavors, to others..

I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm

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GHOSTS AND CATS OF BLOCK ISLAND

GHOSTS AND CATS OF BLOCK ISLAND

by Paul Schroeder

Block Island, an oasis off the coast of Rhode Island, is where I have spent  time musing and walking.

 

Ghosts, seen on Block Island are only part of the paranormal show, in town.

One late September I and my wife stayed at the hotel 1661 INN at Old Harbor on Block Island for a week to celebrate a vacation where

we enjoyed an island off season, bereft of tourists from the mainland to watch an island gear down from summer and close up in preparation for the winter.

Only a few bird watchers clubs frequented the island then, for the weather was windy, cold, blustery and rainy,

storms which added to our desire to stay close to the inn and in each other’s close company.

One stormy and windy evening at  ten o’clock in the evening, I went out to the backyard of the inn, tacitly to watch the view of whitecaps roiling on Old Harbor and to socialize with a pair of goats, which roamed freely on the property.

Out on the harbor,  a quarter of a mile from the shore among the rolling whitecaps, I saw a flickering, blue triangular light that vanished and then reappeared a short distance from where it had been.

At first glance, it looked like the angular sail and mast of a middle sized sailing craft, a craft in distress that struggled to make headway in the stormy waters, except that this sail radiated a surreal phosphorescent light, a glow that ebbed and waned like a dying flame .

The bluish sail’s color glowed in a purplish light and then vanished completely, only to reappear another short distance from where it was last sighted.

 

 

I initially surmised it to be a flame above the waves from ignited methane from the ocean floor.

I watched in  wonder as its shifting movements  made it jump from one location to another location every few seconds; its odd flickering flame glowing in a surreal sailboat triangular form, was something I’d never seen before.

It vanished completely, after a few minutes among the stormy waves, as though it had finally capsized .

The image of that strange vessel has haunted my memory for many years,

a famous Block Island ghost ship seen often in stormy weathers, by many others before and after me.

However, not until recently, some years later,  having read “Livermore’s History of Block Island”, did I realize that the book’s description of an oddly lit and shifting Palatine Ghost Ship seen off Block Island is precisely  what I caught and observed that windy white capped and rain swept evening.

Other ghostly goings-on prevail, there.
A woman seen carrying a clock, and observed talking to herself, is another famous full bodied apparition; she seemingly ignores the greetings of a rare tourist, on a deserted stretch of road at the  far end of the island, and then, clock in hand, she suddenly vanishes.

Even odder, some Block Island ghost stories are still in the making.

(from a communique from a friend):

“I was fishing off Misquamicut Beach in Rhode Island in 1995. I was in a boat, and we watched a big cloud of smoke appear off Block Island in the distance.

What  happened was that an airplane crashed into a restaurant.”

It appears that a young child, a wife and a doctor and his mother all perished en route,

in a small aircraft just before landing at Westerly Airport on Block Island.

The small plane hit a restaurant taking an additional islander life;

one small airstrip lay 500 feet parallel to a line of three coastal restaurants.

Block Island, an off-season haunt for me, now has the addition of these ghosts,  for the dead often remain at the site of their violent death, ghostly additions to  a place already  most assuredly  haunted.

There is resident talk of ghosts seen on the island, especially those spirits restless and active at the Old Town Inn, a hotel location, geographically central to the island.

I would often prefer to stay at the Old Town Inn, inspired by the stories of its often seen ghosts.

History indeed confirms that a State Senator who lived there in the early 1800’s, faced charges that he murdered his ailing mother for his inheritance, by throwing her down the long narrow stairway, a stairway still in evidence.

I surmise that he was acquitted.

But the staircase and basement area judge fate and history differently.

The owner told me that he had seen the bare bulb in the basement often spin of its own accord; it kept him and mainland workmen away from that basement.

Most locals were too leery an ilk to spend any real, required time down there, doing some essential repairs.

When restorations had initially begun, it had been noticed that all interior doors had been removed; when the new owners had queried contractors why this had been done, a disturbing answer had been returned.

The many doors’ constant opening and closing by themselves had unnerved, distracted and unsettled the mainland workmen.

They had removed the doors, and erased these house symptoms, but touched not the disease, itself.

Guests have asked the front desk about a ghostly woman, seen from their upstairs windows,  a spectre who has walked in the deeper shadows of the garden at night, in a pink, long, flowing gown, who has carried a pink parasol.

She can be  seen in the back garden, under a full moon, late at night, when weather conditions are perfect.

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I would stay here on Block Island, despite its ghosts, because it was far from  scenic views of the harbor, and from crowds of daily ferried tourists.

This central location on Block Island allowed me to be more reclusive in my wanderings, far from people, which was my nature.

I wandered among persimmon trees, apple and wild plum, across vacant meadows and fields whose scattered vestigial remnants of ancient  stone foundation fragments revealed where houses once stood.

On one such long walk, a deer froze in a field to then bolt from view and

on my return to the Inn, on that same cold, windy afternoon, I saw a cat

quickly scurry under the foundation of the hotel, a cat as orange in color as the drifting early October Maple leaves.

Only the feral cats who roam the streets of Block Island know its ghosts as permanent residents,  lost and not yet found.

Block Island’s feral cats, independent and grateful creatures, like solitary ghosts, have astonished me in the oddest ways.

Whenever New York City snow drifts high enough to seal all the doors and windows of February, I conjure an image of frozen kittens cuddling in the Rhode Island icy snow.

That image haunts me,  though I’ve never seen it.

I was informed when I inquired at the inn, that she was feral and would have to over winter on the island alone, that she belonged to no one and had recently had a litter somewhere under the cellar.

The staff, who took pity on her and who fed her, would soon leave by early November.

The hotel wouldn’t re-open until mid April; in deep winter snows, with a new litter of kittens, she would be on her own.

I was moved to go into town to buy some canned cat food and these I presented to the kitchen staff who cared for her.

I was told that I could

feed her myself, as she was just outside the kitchen, awaiting a handout..

I opened two cans and spoke to her, watched her as she fed.

I wondered aloud to the kitchen staff what fate might bring to those kittens when heavy winter snow lay against the outside of those abandoned

kitchen doors, all winter long.

Later, about ten o’clock in the evening, I heard a knock on my door that stopped my writing and upon opening the door, I found the chef outside, smiling warmly.

He asked me if I could follow him down to the kitchen.

She had, he said, been grateful to me and had brought me a ‘thank you’ gift, in eloquent cat artistry.

A large, dead marsh rat lay by the back kitchen door, fully displayed, on the welcome mat.

Puffed up and very proud, she paraded back and forth over it, purring and repeatedly making eye contact with me.

She had caught it and then she had brought it to me,  as thanks, but also as a token.

It had somewhat assuaged my anxieties about her and her broods’  chances of survival, facing an icy cruel winter, with no food,  alone on the island with only ghosts, as her company..

I recall that cat’sunflawed nature, uncomplaining and noble

show of gratitude and
courageous

resiliency,  all of which unfurled her fearlessness.

 

Ghosts and cats who roam Block Island would wander alone in the coming ice storms,

and she, bereft of food,

with new and hungry kittens to feed,  would face a winter

of killing blizzards.

GRANDMA’S RUSSIAN ADVICE

Grandma’s Advice

by Paul Schroeder

Just before my grandmother on my mother’s side died at the age of 95, I whispered a kiss in her ear and thanked her for her wisdom.

One odd piece of advice, that she had taught me when I was a child, I had carried close to my inner ear, all of my life.

It had been an Independence Day warning, borne of a distant Russian wisdom, one that she had whispered to me four decades ago, when I was nine or ten years old, impressionable and the apple of her eye.

The imprecation that I got from her, the warning whispered in my small rapt ear when I was nine or ten years old had been an odd warning that ruled and guided my life, and through angst, had come to define a larger part of what I called my soul.

Her ‘Russian optimism’ for the world, was childhood overwhelming for me.
For her, life was always a cup of optimism, half filled ….. but, with something, that could  likely kill you.

Now, she at ninety-five was far from that woman who in giving advice could be ironic and poetical.

She had used lipstick as a rouge to color her cheeks and then decided that her whole face was of a pallor that also needed color, rubbed lipstick all over her face.

She was quite a shock when I got onto the seventh floor of the retirement home and turned the corner and saw her sitting in a wheelchair, as though apparently waiting for me.

 

She still had her sense of humor.

She earnestly asked with a childlike innocence if I could bring her some new makeup and some big diamond jewelry for her to wear to dress herself up, when I visited her next?

Cautiously, I had asked her, skeptically dubious ;”What type of diamond jewelry?” She had said;

“Expensive, fancy jewelry.”

She labored under the delusion that she was in a hotel in Miami, one that slouched in basic standards;

“The meals at this hotel are terrible, but what is a person to do?”

She did not ever surmise herself to be in a nursing home near the beach in Coney Island, Brooklyn.

A person’s senior mind can lend a type of psychic anesthesia that acts in many ways to protect it from uncompromising and painful truths. .

Now I was an odd adult.

I wanted her to know that I loved her, how her whisper had returned years later as my gratitude.

I had loved to cherish ideas; a rare few philosophers had touched my early soul .

Dr. Seuss had barely competed with grandma.

But, he  wrote : “Be who you are and say what you think, because those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind, don’t matter!”

 

But grandma didn’t recall her similar advice or the small pleasures and agonies of our past.

My other odd philosopher was sitting here in her wheelchair, armed and propped with a pillow/ alarm that would audibly alert nurses in the retirement home if she pitched forward and left her chair’s upright fixed position.

She was different the next time I saw her, the way she used to be ;

” Hello, Paul; sharp as a matzoh and twice as crummy!”

“How come you don’t call your grandma more often? Humph!!”

“Humph;You going to wait until I’m in the cemetery and THEN you’ll visit me?”

“I’m sorry, that you’ll be sorry, but THEN it’ll be too late!”

This was the same verbatim greeting that I had gotten from her over the years over the telephone .  I presumed that I was calloused to it all.

 

It always deeply riddled me with guilt but I never let her know, but instead I saw it rather as a good sign that she was still feeling feisty.

When she successfully aimed ring-toss-Velcro-guilt in my direction, I rationalized, she must be feeling much better.

I quickly tried to change the subject; ” Grandma I remember that boardwalk we can see here in Brighton Beach from a time when you were fifty years old and I was about nine years old and I still remember the good advice that you gave me, back then.”

“What advice did I give you?”

I told her.

It had stayed with me for many years as a token of her wisdom.

“You brought me to you on a bench on that boardwalk, in Coney Island, on a hot 4th of July afternoon, when the whole family was there suddenly hugging and kissing each other,

happy for once, to be all together and happy seeing the fireworks, and then you whispered it in my ear:

“Don’t get too close to people; you’ll catch their dreams,” You told me.

“What?”, she said, so I told her again;

“Don’t get too close to people; you’ll catch their dreams.”

 

“OH!”, she said,”I am VERY sorry, if I ever told you that!.”

“I AM very sorry.”

I reminded her, however, what an impact she’d had on me then.

“That whisper, as a recommended life philosophy, was both poetry and  true and that, your advice, really stayed deeply with me.”

 

Taken to heart, it had allowed me to remain aloof and separate from everyone, as a type of self protection,  to preserve my OWN dream.

 

She looked at me as though I were some stranger in a dream.

I said it, again;

“Don’t get too close to people, you’ll catch their dreams.”

She was thoughtful and then looked worried.

 

She looked into my eyes.

“I never told you THAT.” …

 

“You shouldn’t get too close, because…”

“Germs”, she said.

” I said that you’ll catch their GERMS.”

“I told you and your sister MANY times;

“Don’t get too close to people, ’cause you’ll catch their GERMS.” she said, again.

 


“And YOU’RE supposed to be the smart one?!”
“Oh,” she groaned in pain.
“Take me over to the dining room; it’s still too early for the lunch, but I want to get there anyway, early.”

That wrong belief had overshadowed every relationship in my life with an ambivalence and a craving to just be left alone.

If one was alone, one was safe from what people could do to you, I had always reasoned.

But, I had been running away from my own shadow.

Two marriages and a dozen influenza later, I had realized her truth, too late.

HOW TO COMBAT DEMONIC AND SPIRIT ATTACHMENTS

How To COMBAT Demonic and Spirit Attachments
by Paul Schroeder

 

(Techniques and  quotes are quoted from  communiques with Robert Bruce, et al, “Astral Dynamics. com”)

“We live in metamorphosing times.

Shifting energies on Earth are increasing in vibration towards God and there is a greater dissonance between established realms of light and realms of darkness.

Newly shifted people are awakening to accept vocations as spiritual healers, psychics and mystics.

In the process, they turn up their inner spiritual porch lights wattage and voltage which attracts the ‘moths’ and then the ‘bats’, demonic bottom astral feeders of all sorts.

If one thinks that one has an earthbound spirit, entity attachment, or astral wildlife, it may be possible to help oneself.

By all means try the following before calling in professional help, however, if you are terribly fearful it is better to get assistance as fear is a powerful and delicious form of energy that directly empowers the gangster fringe element of the spirit world.

Entities who feast on consciousness itself and on our auric energies are parasites of strong spiritual light.

Thus counter-intuitively, beings of a low frequency, lost and often sinister, are attracted like moths to a flame to very devout people and to spiritual healers.

Spiritual Healers who work in other people’s auras need to be especially aware of this probability as entities will often hitchhike and ‘jump ship’ preferring the fresh and tasty energies of the healer to the tired and depleted energy of their original host.

‘For those who are intuitively sensitive and highly psychic these attachments can feel unpleasant and will cause energy depletion.’

The subject of earthbound spirits tends to get people nervous and they will move further away down the park bench a distance from those who discuss the subject.

Should we encounter a ghostly spirit it is important to remember that it is only a person, the same as you or me but simply without the outer carapace shell of the physical body.

Our true presence is indeed similarly spiritual: an electromagnetic-fog- energy field, with memory and a personality.

I often experience a lost soul-ghost who jumps on me such that my skin burns where it touches me; I counsel it with love and compassion as I would a lost traveler.

I complain to the spirit that phantoms fill the air around us and that we all come from God but it seems that we have to fight hard to return to God; I speak to it with pathos and sympathy in my heart.

If it is still insistently hungry and in my face, a spritz  of incensed holy water clears the burning attachment feeling and the onset of mild psychic attack; you can feel their angst.

I tell them that its so sad and ironic that God has sent them to me for help as there are no accidents, and that ironically, they have been sent to me for directions, when I myself am often so helplessly lost.

I tell them that touching people for energy further traps them here, in hell, between worlds.

I remind them that they didn’t really die when they left the body and that they wont die here without human energy; some listen.

I also ask them to leave as goofy earthbound spirits to the light and to RETURN to me as purified, cleansed spirits to assist me in rescuing others as they have been rescued.

What usually appeals to them is my reminding them that nobody has spoken to them for a long time, except for me.

Rarely, then, do they attack with projected nightmares or sinister machinations.

I’ve bought some peace and done service to the other side.

There is a beautiful side to evil, like native gorgeous immensely giant silk moths that cavort only at 3:00 A. M.

 

There are a few cases where demonic beings have assisted doctors with many diagnosis.

 

I do always, eventually, chide an especially persistent and annoying Dark One, a Negative Thought Entity I might have picked up, while out and about in transit, like sinister gum on my psychic shoe, to “do good, and to help people, for purely selfish reasons, to diminish their own horrid Karma, so far accumulated. ”
Many Dark Ones are sick and tired of their own evil doing and often enforced required impishness,  over-ridden by even darker, stronger ones, than they .

 

Sometimes, feeling genuine compassion for them, something that one cannot fake, and their ‘entrapment status’, is enough to deter them, for a while.

 

(from unknown source:

 

‘An earthbound spirit is stuck and has not made it across to the spirit realms where it belongs. There are many reasons why the crossing may not have been made and they may have been stuck for a long time.’

Lifetime emotional trauma, an inner sense of driven unfinished business, and demonic attachments usually weigh down and encumber a soul’s transit and a trapped ghost persists, as precipitate in spiritual solution..

‘This earthbound spirit is very different from the spirit guides accompanying and helping you, who are not bound to the Earth plane.’

 

Demonic Entities is a non specific term relating to non-human energy beings with varying levels of intelligence that may deliberately attach themselves to humans.

Some are merely impishly mischievous, but many others are absolutely brilliantly malevolent.

While I rarely address a demonic and ask,”How can I help you?” I found that each time that I did, a third eye picture of a skull and crossbones was broadcast into my mind.

I always took it to mean death, that I could help the demonic who would be happy to see me dead.

‘Astral wildlife is a general umbrella term that describes forms of energy parasites that feed off the human energy field.

Normally they aren’t especially ‘dark’, or ‘aware’, but they are hungry and more animalistic.

Consider them as similar to lampreys or remora, psychic fleas or leeches.

‘These parasitical wildlife creatures are very common, but are unlikely to be noticed unless they either grow large or numerous.

At this point the person’s energy becomes compromised and they will most likely display some of the symptoms below.

In healers experiences many assume different forms, but some are more common than others.

Healers can visualize black balls of energy that hang in the aura.( If they increase in numbers the person’s aura can look a bit like Pigpen from Peanuts cartoon.)’

In addition to being a spiritual and emotional general irritant these astral ‘wildlife’ can create gaps and holes in the aura which will cause the person to leak energy.’

(unknown source)

Like holes in the house screen which let in wasps and mosquitoes, gaps and holes in the aura will reduce the natural protective function of the aura and may let more troublesome energies in.

from unknown source:

‘Other common psychic bottom feeders include a tentacle prominent parasite that threads into the chakras to feed, a ‘slug like’ form that feeds primarily from one or more kundalini points and can grow huge, eventually draining much of the host’s vitality.

Chronic fatigue syndromes and depression then often occur.

Our energy fields are not designed to carry these parasites and even relatively inactive attachments can drain one’s energy and drag the vibratory rate of the energy field down.’

This attachment can at death create a ‘ghost’ as the spirit is encumbered at the death of the body and it cannot ascend to the proper color light and the correct level in that light.

Sometimes you may get a feeling that there is something not right’ about a house or place or person, it will seem creepy and that creepiness usually signifies that the place or a person has a spirit or entity attachment.

One must always trust one’s intuition.

Dogs and small children are especially psychically intuitive and will be much less than friendly and socially outgoing when meeting such a person or going into such a place.

How can you tell if you or a loved one is affected by entities or astral wildlife?

Here are some of the main signs and symptoms.

Most people with unwanted energy attachments will have more than one of the following:

Your intuition telling you that all is not well

 

(from unknown source):

 

‘Fatigue

Headaches

Cold patches in the aura

Insomnia

Bad dreams and nightmares

Unexplained aches and pains

Anxiety and fearfulness

Depression

Obsessive/compulsive behavior

Circular, nagging, negative thoughts

Self mutilation

Eating Disorders

Out of character behavior, especially angry outbursts

Lack of eye contact or a haunted’ look in the eyes

Drug addiction or alcoholism

Suicidal thoughts or actual attempts’

One is especially at risk if one works with energy as a Light worker, Reiki healer or other spiritual healer.

One must keep one’s auric boundaries strong and well protected in order to help others and not catch their spiritual disease attachments.

One must be careful with pouring Reiki energy into the problem as it does not do anything but feed the entity.

The entity becomes quiescent and it becomes dormant for a while digesting the increased meal.

One needs other methods to remove it.

If you think that you have an earthbound spirit, entity attachment, or astral wildlife, it may be possible to help yourself.

By all means try the following before calling in professional help.

Avoid fear for feeling fearful directly feeds the entity, as fear is a powerful and delicious energy to bottom feeders in the astral world.

Visualize an electric blue or electric purple light around you, two feet in all directions, and it will instantly manifest in that other astral dimension to surround and repel negative thought beings.

White light makes them quiescient, only because it feeds them.

Increase your daily intake of garlic, dramatically; I have even rubbed raw garlic on my affected areas where my skin burned locally, as a successful deterrent, even as demonic attachments were being forged.

Herbal pills ingested will avoid the pungent smell if raw garlic offends you and others within your home, but raw garlic can be substituted by using a smelly camphor/ Mentholatum muscle rub on affected sites.
Folklore and superstition has some wisdom, as an vestigial element.

Garlic rubbed on the insoles and ankles (spirits make a beeline for your feet) acts as an effective herbal repellent and leaving freshly cut garlic in small pieces and placing them in small dishes near your bed and around the room acts very well to repel astral wildlife that seek attachments.
It, unfortunately, however, may also deter your spouses enough for them to seek sleeping arrangements, elsewhere, as well.

The 13th century knew more about (psychic) vampires than we do.
Again, from Bruce;

‘Put some tiger balm on your feet, inside your socks, when you head out.

Camphor and other herbs help to shield you from these types of influences, although they have a strong smell.

Put a tiny dab of this over your heart area, and on your brow center, before bed, as well as on the feet to protect these areas, which are often targeted during sleep.

Burning incense in the room you sleep in is also of great benefit. ‘

‘Visualize a Blue- Violet Flame. Step into the blue-violet fire and allow it to penetrate right through you, burning away negativity as it does so.
Take several mega-salt baths a day to remove demonic ethereal connections, as salt generates a mild electrical current that severs implants and footholds of demonic connections.”
I would add that it’s crucial to monitor your mind’s inner-working, of thoughts, images and inner dialogues, for the first time, you should be self-scrutinized.
Be aware of your internal third eye camera, at all times.

If one relives a snippet of a dream during daytime hours, if that image resurfaces, spontaneously, during one’s waking day, it is a clear sign that an unclean one hidden or hiding within that image has either exited or is reentering.
Bruce suggests that

‘one must use slash/ cutting and burning of that resurfaced image, using an envisioned sword to sever connections between that image ,and its ropy connections to one’s layered psyche, and to then blowtorch/ burn any envisioned severed, remnant, stumps of vestigial connections.’
Nightmares surface under demonic oppression, and old forgotten faces loom into dreamscape’s mind’s eye as it gains a foothold into your memory banks.

It’s actually an astral attack from demonic, where your spirit, free from our body, at night, is attacked, surely
more vivid than a mere “dream”.

The bullying entity seeks to instill fear as an astral connection to you, towards later accessing your mind and memories and then, your bodily movements, in full possession.
Twitches and ticks will emerge as it struggles to attempt to assert muscular control.
From Bruce’s gifted mind:

“Envision the “nightmare” image, and turn it away from you until it’s postcard size and try to turn it over, in your mind.

Black, ropey connections will be “seen” which you must sever with a blazing sword in your right hand.

Burn the remnants with a torch held in your left hand.

This astral severing is fighting fire with fire and will manifest in the astral world strongly.

Imagination is a word our language should abandon.

The reoccurring image in fear, a nightmare, is an attack which you can block with a little mental effort.

This metaphysics removal of the image that spontaneously surfaced is designed to eliminate the evil one’s “Hiding place” within one’s mind.

“The image of an alien’s face or a snakelike, bug like image or a skull and crossbones demon’s representation in your mind’s eye will scurry from its now discovered and now removed previous hiding place.”
I awaken from a vivid nightmare, a demonic telepathic attack, and arising, I take a shower visualizing dark energy, like ink, running from me into the drain, and visualize all connections from the dream content projected image, severed by a radiant purple sword.

Then, I find another room to sleep in knowing it’ll be Hell to pay to return to my bed and that another attack takes a couple of hours, to manifest, for the entity.

Fighting (metaphysics) fire with (metaphysical) fire, works perfectly, as envisioned “tools”, are as real in that dimension, as the interloper is real.

Freud, psychiatry and psychology simply cannot wrap their analytically trained minds around these spiritual realities .

If Freud’s and Jung’s models are wrong, then our mind’s embrace of that whole subject can be wrong.

Even as a ‘jumping off place’, towards understanding the layered psych, one formally trained, is awry and stiltedly misinformed in one’s foundation premise of the mind’s permeability .

This holds true for Freud’s dream analysis models of dream symbols; one under demonic telepathic attack has terrifying nightmares, signifying that Freud was also wrong about the nature of dreaming, itself.

Outside of Jung’s and Freud’s modality of thought, If one hears internal voices that sound sinister and threatening, one is certainly far more psychic than psychotic.
This could not be perceived or understood by a Freudian or Jungian clinician who tacitly accepts that the human mind, is a closed hydraulic system, unto itself.

There are dozens of well documented examples of unseen outside influences as threats to the multi-layered psyche-mind, a concept psychoanalytically trained clinicians would reject.

It is not enough to accept/ understand the telepathic permeability of the human mind.
One must ‘supervise’, to take the fullest responsibility for one’s thoughts by monitoring and vectoring away all negative ideas, and actively replacing these with positive ones.
That’s taking full responsibility of and for one’s mind.

It is one who lives like mad machinery, barely aware of one’s seeming thoughts, who is often most easy prey for the puppet masters.
When such a puppet master is in play, people  wrongly and privately believe that their thoughts reveal their mental illness, a dark lifetime hidden secret that they mistakenly harbor.
Only when such patients are educated to accept that perhaps an outside interloper is to blame, does healing occur rapidly with the patient assisting and joining the therapist, to remove the negative-thought-being trespasser .

 

For an Earthbound spirit who is NOT attacking you , lighting a tealight candle and asking for their relatives or angels to guide them to the other side helps.
Other passive techniques are to

purchase protective crystals and wearing or carrying these crystals can often help you maintain this protection.

Demonic negative thought entities/energies, from reptilian aliens, to demons generally dislike the feel of iron pyrites and black tourmaline.
Wear them as jewelry, or carry them on your person.
Red jasper is one of my old favorite stone allies.

Leave a night light on and a ceiling fan as evil ones need darkness and stillness of air to fully empower and materialize.

Strengthen your auric field and repair any damage by visualizations that become stronger and easier over time.

 

Visualize a strong auric boundary, such as a crystalline egg or a sphere of strong blue or gold light.
I always leave classical music on low in affected creepy areas, to sharply raise dark vibrational levels.

Spray affected rooms’ walls with salt and holy water from a plant misting bottle.

All of these are passive defenses; always avoid ‘taking on’ the entity, head on, which can be more dangerous.
Never ‘take it on’.
The more attention you pay to it in worry and fear and even prayer, feeds it, as energy goes where your attention goes.

Taking on a demon by focusing on it with your third eye, to see it , or trying to cast it out in Jesus’ name, can often inspire it to move inside you, just for spite.

Some demons crave embodiment, and so demon possession consists of demons inhabiting a human body.
Mental diseases with their erratic or even insane behavior, along with physical diseases, often accompany demon-possession for demons perversely desire to destroy even the bodies that they inhabit.

Thus, passive defenses are always preferred:
(Robert Bruce, et al Astral Dynamics)

“1. Increase the grounding to maximum. Soak your body or especially your feet in a salt bath(or a bucket)Salt water creates a mild electrical current that can expel evil ones.

2. Get as much sunlight as you can. Sunbathing. Sunlight penetrates flesh and destroys ectoplasmic implants.

For winter, get a powerful ‘grow light’ as are used for growing indoor plants. Spend at least 30 minutes a day in shorts bathing in this light.

3. Verbal and silent affirmations. ‘my shields are perfect’ ‘I am perfectly protected’ ‘I am healthy, happy and relaxed’. Do these firmly and aloud as much as possible per day.

Use driving and shower time and times you are alone. Also do silent affirmations, and particularly try to fall asleep while doing these. Key and essential here is time and energy; the more time you put into this the stronger the effect.

‘my body and mind are happy and relaxed’

‘my natural shielding is perfect’

‘my mind is perfectly shielded’
He goes on to offer:

Affirmations often work best when the actual problem you want to stop is worked around.

For example, ‘my body and mind are happy and relaxed’ tells your higher self this message.

The only way your higher self can bring this about, if you are demon troubled, is to remove the demon problem.

For example, say that a demon is causing lots of stomach gas and discomfort – very common.

The affirmation ‘my stomach is relaxed and happy’ would directly target the cause, and encourage the higher self to remove the demon.

The trick is to keep one’s mind and senses (especially the sixth sense) firmly away from what is happening. Focus on something mundane and positive.

Think about gardening, football, cooking, anything.

If prayers or mantras are thought or said, they should not express anxiety, fear or an actual need for immediate protection.

This helps avoid forming unwanted firmer connections.

Focus calmly on the words and not on the reason for their utterance.

While holding a positive focus away from supernatural possibilities, sensible countermeasures should be applied, i.e., turning on light and music, slicing some garlic.

This should be done in a matter-of-fact way to avoid forming connections that might escalate problems.

It is essential to keep the focus of one’s mind firmly away from the source of what is happening. Focus on countering the symptoms, not on their source.

A matter-of-fact attitude (the intelligent use of denial) is both protective and defusing of all such demonic problems.

If something flies off a shelf in response to your prayer, simply say; “well, these things happen”.

It also makes the best possible use of one’s natural mental shielding.

One may feel anxiety and trepidation on the inside, but one should never realize and express these feelings, mentally or vocally, during a direct psychic demonic attack”.

It’s like being in mental quicksand – the more you engage it by flailing about with your mind , the deeper and more intense the attack .”

(Bruce goes on:)

“Phrasing prayer in affirmation format, present tense, active, positive, as if what is desired has already happened, is far more effective, I have found, than asking or praying for deliverance or help.

Please put your beliefs aside for a moment and think on this. To whom or to what are you praying?

You are pure source energy, an intimate part of the universe/God.

The closest and most accessible aspect of Source/God is your own higher self.

This is inside of you, in your mind and in every cell of your body.

Therefore, your own personal direct link to Source/God and the divine is through your self, through your body and your mind.

Thus, prayer/affirmation should be directed inwards to your own higher aspects.

So, a prayer/affirmation to rid yourself of interfering entities of any nature would read something like:

‘I am clear and free of all negative influences’ or ‘I am full of light and love’ (visualizing yourself filling with light) or ‘I am happy and free’ or ‘thank you for my healing’ or ‘thank you for my liberation’

It also helps to record a CD of affirmations and to play this in the background during the day, and on very low (barely audible) while you sleep.

This helps get the message through.

In a way, this is like intensely wishing the influences to go away, present tense active positive, as if it were already so.

The more time and energy put into this the more powerful it becomes. ”

Other excellent and effective passive approaches are well known.

Smudge yourself and your home with a traditional cleansing herb. Sage, lavender and cedar smoke is one of the best combinations and it’s the quantity of smoke, not the quality that matters.

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Be thorough, get into all the ‘nooks and crannies’ of your room and house.

Take sensible precautions with lighted smudge and make sure you put it out properly. Be careful using smudge if you have any breathing difficulties or you are pregnant.

Have a priest bless salt and leave a continuous line completely around the house during the daytime.

An active more confrontational approach If one is an accomplished, protected exorcist is to

focus on the entity and say;

‘I reject all known and unknown agreements and contracts with this energy; ‘I reject and banish this energy from (name of the attacked person) space’.
I add,
“All contracts and agreements, known and unknown, with dark energies and dark entities are null and void and I banish this energy from my space, having learned all the lessons I wish from other negative beings”

and this sometimes helps.
Attaching this to God or Christ or the Great Spirit can make this more effective.

 

A poem verse especially effective for accomplished healers is:

“May God be resurrected and His foes vanish.

As wax melts before fire,

As smoke is dispersed by the wind,

So may all who hate the Lord flee from His sight,

And the just rejoice! ”

One major tool for releasement and for spiritual evolution is, forgiveness.

Forgiveness cannot be faked, but must be felt as genuine, and it is a basic key, to freedom from depredation from psychic vampires, who know our minds better than we do.

Remove their footholds, to all your stored, lifetime negativity, by exploring all the resentment stored within you from all the very nasty experiences that you’ve had in life.

Revisit each trauma, betrayal, painful episode and FORGIVE the offenders as well as forgive yourself; both you and they are merely players, on the stage of your life ‘blueprint’.

Truly experience and impose forgiveness within every past episode of pain that you can recall; when they broadcast such reminders into your mind, remind them of this forgiveness.

This combats them as they will be powerless to reside there, in your layered psyche, as forgiveness, is the key to spiritual evolution.

To quote a religious adage:

“A factor that God wants us to realize more completely and fully is that we are not alone in this ocean of air.

Even as vicious sharks and barracuda prowl the water, their demonic counterparts, foul and unclean spiritual raptors and carrion-eaters, demons who attack people, inhabit the ocean of air right along with us.

It is essential to our spiritual well-being to heed Paul’s warning in Ephesian 6:10-12 that our battles are against these creatures, and that demons are fighting tooth-and-toenail to hang on to what they believe is theirs by first-occupancy rights.

As Earth’s vibrational levels ascend and mankind becomes much more enlightened we must defend ourselves against negative thought entities who are more and more attracted to our ‘Light”.

They hate us because we are becoming more like the Father and Son, and because they know that this Earth, our inheritance, will be taken from them and given to the sons of God, those who are in His image.”
Never directly confront a demonic, but use passive defenses to encourage it to seek easier feeding grounds, elsewhere.
Since your energy goes where your attention goes, actively ignore it and it begins to starve for want of horror and terror food-energy.
Some unseen beings are quite devilish and quite evil and

should you exorcise, banish or confront it with anger, fear, and panic, you pull the tail of the tiger, and diabolical malevolence’s tail pulled, does not run, but instead turns, to directly face you.

 

Only gifted psychic mediums and well-protected healers should attempt the following;

 

Love Heals
Casting out entities, be they ETs, spirits, demons, jinns or ghosts)only sends them to another place to torture and trouble another person .
It’s like pulling a nail out of one’s flat tire and then casting the nail out into traffic for someone else to run into.
In all healing, do remember that God is “pure” Love and exists hidden within every cell of your being. It is only the power of Love that heals and lifts, elevates the soul to higher planes.
Another essential self-defense rule?
Unlearn fear as fear feeds and empowers bullying negative entities.
I give you the following steps to clear the negative energy:
First,  hold close that spiritual metamorphosis realization that you are a spiritual being, a tiny fragment of God’s light and love.
1.  Close your aura by visualizing a white or gold light around you.
2.  Call upon your chosen cultural representative of God, be it Jesus, Buddha, Babaji, Mary, Mohammed, White Eagle or another one of the beautiful Many “Christed” Ones.
3.  Tell the entities they are healed and forgiven, lifted and enlightened.(repeat this as often as you feel it is needed.)
4.  Tell them that they are filled and surrounded with the Christ light and the Christ love (or the highest consciousness and energy available)
5.  Ask that your chosen  representative (I use my personal angels) arrive and take them to their perfect place and highest expression.
I often state that they be taken to the correct color light and to their proper place within that light.
6.  Ask that all negative thought forms, and limiting mental concepts be dissolved, and lifted into the light of truth.
7. Ask that all of their psychic bonds be severed, and that they close their auras to all but spirit of the highest vibration.
I ask that all negative karmic, sexual, known and unknown contractual bonds be severed. I augment this with a visualization of a blue flaming sword that severs black cords, in all directions.
Repeat this process until you feel clear.
There may indeed often be more than one healing to accomplish.
Remember that your spoken word is very powerful, and what is spoken, on their level, manifests instantly.
Many enlightened ones use this process before opening their energies and mind to prayers, healings, doing psychic readings of others and  angelic channeling.
Like burning sage to dissipate negative energies, this process creates a clear and safe environment and also lifts the vibrational energy of the one who is doing the healing.
Intent, the inner generator of your mind-soul, is nine-tenths of the spiritual law.
I am still becoming adept in this as a novice, but I recommend that you try to employ this loving ‘expulsion’ as it raises trapped spirit’s vibrational levels and does service to the Other Side.
Moreover, such psychic flexing of unconditional love, illustrates the God-like creative powers of the human mind.