Post by astralanchor on Jul 15, 2005 14:38:47 GMT -5
Hi Ronni,
I have to say, we're a lot alike when it comes to interests. Just the name Lilacsky. Lilacs are my favorite. When I was a kid, walking home from school, there were lilac trees that lined the street in the spring. What a yummy smell. I could sit there, take in the perfume of the tree for what seemed to be a life time. That's a good feeling of being lost.
Unfortunately, my family were not as accepting of my OBE's and things haven't changed. I've heard so many things to deter me from having them. One such thing was that the silver cord would break or an evil entitiy would kill me out there, or I would die. I was scared as hell going out there, but after years of training I said what the hell, lets fly.
I used to deliver the newspapers in the neighbor, and this is where I heard about lucid dreaming, OBE's, psycho kinesis, and such. At first it appeared to be something out of a movie. I asked myself, could this really happen? I was always a creative child, making up stories, and I also told myself that I would be a writer some day.
I know the psychic ability runs strong in my family. My grandmother who lives in Massachusetts, reads tea leaves. She has a small following up in the country, but people swear by her. I never sat down and spoke to her about this. She will not read anything for me, and that's fine. The only thing that jutted out of my father's mouth was that he believed in reincarnation. We'll I think that would get any kid thinking.
As for hobbies, I love writing and have the creative mind in my family. Almost finished completing a MA in Creative Writing. I enjoy being with friends and talking about making the impossible possible. Let's take a thought and build on it.
I'm learning the guitar right now. It's not an easy task--my pour sore fingers.
It's very important for me to help people that are less fortunate than me--whether it be with money or mind--I give a helping hand or idea. This morning I gave 3 bags of clothing to a chuch that gives clothes to the needy. I don't usually hand the homeless money, I pack small ziplock bags of fruit or nuts and hand it to them. I've had a few people throw the bags at me. Not everyone likes fruit I guess. There's too many homeless here in the city, but I've seen worse poverty in other countries. I like what Bono from U2 says, make poverty history.
I have a friend who may need help on her rent next month. I told her that I would give her $100, that I would skimp for a bit, but as long as I can help her out that would make me happy. She said no to my offer. I tried to think of other ways that we could take the $100 and make money and she would just give me the $100 back, but she came out with idea that she would read the tarot cards to me. This is something she does. I've never had my cards read, and I'm a bit fearful of it. Have you had anyone fearful of their cards being read?
I better stop here otherwise I'll be writing a book
I have to say, we're a lot alike when it comes to interests. Just the name Lilacsky. Lilacs are my favorite. When I was a kid, walking home from school, there were lilac trees that lined the street in the spring. What a yummy smell. I could sit there, take in the perfume of the tree for what seemed to be a life time. That's a good feeling of being lost.
Unfortunately, my family were not as accepting of my OBE's and things haven't changed. I've heard so many things to deter me from having them. One such thing was that the silver cord would break or an evil entitiy would kill me out there, or I would die. I was scared as hell going out there, but after years of training I said what the hell, lets fly.
I used to deliver the newspapers in the neighbor, and this is where I heard about lucid dreaming, OBE's, psycho kinesis, and such. At first it appeared to be something out of a movie. I asked myself, could this really happen? I was always a creative child, making up stories, and I also told myself that I would be a writer some day.
I know the psychic ability runs strong in my family. My grandmother who lives in Massachusetts, reads tea leaves. She has a small following up in the country, but people swear by her. I never sat down and spoke to her about this. She will not read anything for me, and that's fine. The only thing that jutted out of my father's mouth was that he believed in reincarnation. We'll I think that would get any kid thinking.
As for hobbies, I love writing and have the creative mind in my family. Almost finished completing a MA in Creative Writing. I enjoy being with friends and talking about making the impossible possible. Let's take a thought and build on it.
I'm learning the guitar right now. It's not an easy task--my pour sore fingers.
It's very important for me to help people that are less fortunate than me--whether it be with money or mind--I give a helping hand or idea. This morning I gave 3 bags of clothing to a chuch that gives clothes to the needy. I don't usually hand the homeless money, I pack small ziplock bags of fruit or nuts and hand it to them. I've had a few people throw the bags at me. Not everyone likes fruit I guess. There's too many homeless here in the city, but I've seen worse poverty in other countries. I like what Bono from U2 says, make poverty history.
I have a friend who may need help on her rent next month. I told her that I would give her $100, that I would skimp for a bit, but as long as I can help her out that would make me happy. She said no to my offer. I tried to think of other ways that we could take the $100 and make money and she would just give me the $100 back, but she came out with idea that she would read the tarot cards to me. This is something she does. I've never had my cards read, and I'm a bit fearful of it. Have you had anyone fearful of their cards being read?
I better stop here otherwise I'll be writing a book