Sit For A Spell w/SunTiger

2012-01-24T20:26:00.001-08:00

Things I've Learned About Love LOVE Love (Yeah Baby!)

2012-01-14T16:10:00.000-08:00

For the first time in more than thirty-some years, I feel like I'm on an emotional roller coaster pursuing new LOVE. I genuinely hope to continue wooing a particular man who seems utterly adorable and desirable to me. On some levels this heightened degree of infatuation feels very much the same (at age 50) as it did when I was 15 and I seem hyper-focused and enraptured, despite my many years of dating and knowing that not all relationships have any sense of permanence.

While a teenager, feeling such intensity, especially after short absences from the person I desired, I might have resorted to some desperate act of embarrassing public expression, like camping out in front of my crushes' locker until the janitor nearly arranged for me to be hauled away in a straight jacket. That's thanks to feeling so much agonizing loneliness; especially following any dramatic incident where I felt amourous scorn. Now that I'm once again suffering that same acute intensity with crazed emotions, I marvel because now I have very different expectations from romance and from life in general.

In part, I realize that this new experience is different than any other romantic encounter I've cultivated before. This time I do not feel superior or in control of the man; not like I did in my twenties and thirties when I was not chemically attracted, or when I dated someone I may not have been visually-attracted to but he was more attracted to me. Instead this time I do feel legitimately lured on magnetic, chemical and visual levels. This time there seems to be some hook that's lodged inside my heart and I do not feel I'm steering the vessel.

Nowadays, thanks to how maturity brings more than a few lessons in social awareness, instead of hiding out in the back seat of my teen idol's car, and instead of interrogating mutual friends for secret personal information about him, I have found myself working more surreptitiously and secretly check his Facebook status for updates, repeatedly.

One thing is for sure. This insane attraction fills me with a heated desire to write poetry or new lyrics for a sappy song yet unsung. On some levels, "love" also feels very ennobling. Yet the degree of intensity I feel makes me want to learn what, exactly, makes this new love interest of mine tick. How can I make certain that he will continue to desire me and/or be mine long term? I cannot help but feel overwrought with wonder for whatever thoughts this someone, whom I am just getting to know, might be mulling over in his mind. For the first time in my life, I understand romantic botheration more deeply than ever before.

These days? To cool my overheated heart, with moments of panic that stem from deep wounds inflicted from past relationships, I find myself doing what my psychic customers have done and consult the oracles. There's a great deal of comfort found from interpreting the cards (as when life begins to feel too watery to see the literal horizon clearly for oneself). Or perhaps instead of "comfort" I should say there's a greater sense of equilibrium that comes, along with a more calm mind that just flows with peace, as I accept whatever outcome the cards suggest will come - thanks to many years of experience of using Tarot and observing it provide accurate information time and again.

IN THIS PARTICULAR DECK: Perhaps inappropriately, Lucious Malfoy, of Harry Potter fame, is depicted as the King of Cups.

TODAY'S DRAW: Cups holding fluid, and water representing "emotions," this card is most appropriate for affirming the topic at hand: love, at a more mature stage in life.

Here we see a king who takes his job seriously and who considers all arguments and observable behavior before drawing any final conclusions or judgments. Meanwhile? Emotions are very high. As with any kingly position, extreme patience may be called for at times so there's some caution about not assuming any relationship will always be easy as a walk down the red carpet. Meanwhile, this card suggests tangible rewards for the relationship status already earned. There's no higher position on the order of hierarchy than King! On some level, this card seems to suggest a strong sense of belonging in the community. This card feels very reassuring to me.

May YOU, dear reader, always feel at the top of your game, in love, money and life. May you recognize your own legitimate beauty and manifest all that you desire. May your cup overflow with love for life and may you feel your choices directly influence the outcome of any decision made.

Shamanic Journey (Workshop) ~ San Pedro, CA

2012-01-07T11:19:00.000-08:00

DRUM MEDICINE: Shamanic Journey (a healing workshop for the soul)

Using the slow and rhythmic beat of a drum, Hypnotherapist Tami Jackson will lead participants on a Shamanic Journey, which feels very much like a dream state or trance experience. Many who go on a shamanic journey gain the sense of flying or breathing under water or even soul traveling (leaving their bodies). This workshop is a powerful tool for gaining personalized spiritual information.

WORKSHOP GOALS: For each participant to experience dream travel to meet your personal guardian spirit, your male and female ancestors, and your personal spirit-helper who will guide you safely during this soul journey.

Shamanism is a path of exploring soul knowledge. It is not related to any dogma or church affiliation. The knowledge gleaned from any Shamanic journey is highly personal to each participant. A Shamanic Journey is very much a form of hypnosis. The beat of a drum, or "drum medicine," as well as the hypnotherapist's voice used at the beginning of the shamanic journey, will put each participant into a trance or "dream state" where personal goals for greater self knowledge can be readily explored.

WHAT TO BRING:
* Yoga mat or blanket to lay on.
* Eye pillow or bandana for the eyes.
* Personal journal and pen to write with.
* A pillow for comfort.
* An open mind and willingness to discuss your dream-state experience with others.

WHEN: Saturday, January 28th, 2012
WHAT TIME: 9 a.m. - 11 a.m.
WHERE: San Pedro Health Center
302 W. 5th St. #101, San Pedro 90731
COST: $20/person

REGISTRATION INFO:
San Pedro Health Center phone: 310.832.5818
hypnotherapist website: MondoTherapy.com

So Many Amazing Things Keep Happening

2011-08-10T19:26:00.000-07:00

I feel like writing another list to organize my thoughts. So that's what I'm doing.

1. I really enjoy rewarding hard work. So when wait staff at a restaurant provide me with great service I like tipping way above and beyond expected norms. It makes me happy. I feel like I am rewarding someone for going to work instead of giving that money to someone whose standing along the side of the road with a "need cash" sign. I know the way I think is not how everybody on the planet thinks. Yet I feel that giving cash to a beggar rewards begging behavior.

2. I really believe magic happens. I think it's a rather simple concept but socialization has conditioned us to think magic is not real or within anyone's grasp. Meanwhile - the more I practice a magical life - the more incredible and amazing things keep happening for my benefit. I wish everyone could see how awesome that feels and practice the law of attraction (more) to enhance their lives.

3. I feel so grateful for my Reiki clients. Getting paid the same amount to get into a zen and peaceful state of being as I get paid to do hard and physically grueling massage therapy just really puts amazement and variety into my day. *Too much happiness!*

4. I am so grateful that I follow my own intuition. I keep getting rewarded for it. That in itself feels rather magical.

Well? Some thoughts.

2011-08-07T13:05:00.000-07:00

I really liked what Breath-e did on her blog and posted a list of sentiments she currently feels so I'm going to do similarly.

1. I feel incredible relief because my dog's surgery is finally over. He's feeling so much better (I must correct him occasionally because now he's full of energy and suddenly wants to bark at outside noises). I have a strong legitimate hope and belief that he will live many happy and healthy years in the future with me still.

2. I love my new life in Southern California. That doesn't mean experiencing all that's unfamiliar and new feels "stress free." I just genuinely believe that I deserve peace, harmony and love in my life and I'm in awe by the way that keeps manifesting for me here!

3. I'm wondering how long I will live as a single person. Intellectually, I would really like to feel full of resolve to remain self efficient, forever, as Queen Elizabeth I of England did. I keep searching my own soul and wonder if that's possible for me. I've never wanted solitude in the past but the more people I meet and the more irregular behavior I see in others, the more I want to live alone (while being very active, supportive and connected socially).

4. I have come to realize an imbalance often happens when I go out to eat with a "friend." (I've witnessed this happen with a few different people, lately.) I'm beginning to feel put out by companions who drink expensive mixed drinks, sometimes three with a meal, while I'm watching my budget and waste-line and drink water, iced tea or diet soda, and when the bill comes my dinner companion insists on splitting the meal ticket directly down the middle. I'm realizing I need to respect the adult in others and insist they pay for their own drinks from now on. I wonder why I have continued to allow that sort of behavior when I feel resentful later. *Live and learn.*

5. I am really eager to participate in neighborhood planning, clean up, and social response efforts and feel so glad to have been allowed to align with the established group in this area.

6. I'm so grateful for my new work place. I really like everyone I am working with. In the past I have had bosses who felt threatened by my drive. Here I feel highly rewarded for every small effort made. It inspires me to work harder - to become smarter - and this genuinely feels like the best possible work environment for me.

7. Any time I miss someone from home I call them or send them a video of me in my jammies with morning hair. Then I feel like we connected on some secretly intimate level and everything is still okay with the world.

Artemis (My Pug) Had Surgery Today - Reiki Healing Requested

2011-07-25T19:54:00.001-07:00

Feeling So Sexy In The Sun ...

2011-07-11T22:29:00.000-07:00

It's amazing how sunshine can make ya feel so much more attractive. I'm not kidding. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that warmer weather means I'm no longer having to wear long-johns under my jeans in July, so my legs can move more freely, or maybe it's just that I feel so much happier waking up to a sense of peace each morning (and not to someone else's crabbiness) but the honest truth is that I feel SEXY in my spaghetti strap tops and wispy skirts and I have the most fun walking my adorable pug down the sunny sidewalks. I love how other pedestrians smile when they see my dog.

California is just so fun. There are many differences here that bear witnessing (compared to Seattle). For one thing? There are many more people enjoying the weather. If they're not walking a dog on some leash, they're bicycling or skate boarding or jogging. So often around Seattle, especially when it's raining, the sidewalks remain bare. The cultural diversity is really something to take notice of here as well. Southern California feels a lot more like New York that way. I've met people from all over the globe (Vietnam, Korea, Mexico, Canada, the USA ... here) and while that same sort of diversity might exist in Seattle the different cultures tend to exist in pockets and don't mix so readily there. Here? Everyone talks to everybody and there doesn't seem to be any imaginary dividing lines for eating, living, talking.

Just yesterday, as I was buying a mop for my new apartment, a black man sitting on the sidewalk called out to me suggesting that I was the very woman he was looking for. For a weak moment I thought it might be fun to recruit him - perhaps get him to move this box there and that heavy thing here - but then I decided I'd have to feed and house him (and who knows what else he'd expect). So I was happy leaving him sit where I found him.

Later that night I woke from a dream to hear my pug snoring and for a brief moment thought maybe I had actually lost my mind and brought that homeless man back to the apartment with me. (Thank goodness it was just a dream.)

My heart is just spilling over with gladness for the way all things are working together here. Not only did I land the most incredible apartment (where I can see the ocean from my front window) but the building's pets all get along. My neighbors are completely awesome in every way. I'll admit that two of the men I've met who live in this building are definitely eye candy and I work hard not to stare but I'm no threat to their wife and fiance. (Feel rather sick of a particular man on so many levels right now).

My apartment mates are all very cordial and I'm doing everything in my power to make sure things remain that way. One of the women brought me the flowers (pictured) as a welcoming gift with her phone number on the card. She told me she thought my daughter (who helped me move my things into the apartment) was my gay lover. While that seriously made me laugh, I'm sure Christina would be horrified by such a speculation.

I went on my first job interview today and really felt like I connected with the business owner and the other staff. I go back tomorrow to provide the exiting massage therapist with a courtesy massage ... hopefully I'll get hired after that.

Thank you all for your positive thoughts and encouraging words. It's meant the world to me. I really believe your good wishes are definitely helping to make things fall into place so much more smoothly than they could have without such supportive energy. While I felt like I had no choice but to leave the situation I was in - I feel so awesomely grateful that things have worked out as readily as they have. Certainly there have been bumps in the road (like when my truck wouldn't fit in the new garage and it took a full day to trade it in for a smaller vehicle ... or when I learned California banks do not easily communicate with Washington banks when transferring funds - and visa versa and that meant I nearly bounced checks to my landlord and to the auto dealer) but none of those difficulties -- that ate up valuable time and effort -- really mattered too much. Not when I'm on an ADVENTURE for pursuing a better reality.

With all my heart, I THANK YOU for all your kindness, love, and supportive sentiments. Onward and forward for both you and me! May we both experience a much happier and more fulfilling tomorrow. May you pursue all your wildest dreams ... as I am also pursuing mine.

Love and light,
~ SunTiger

Fortune Sides With She Who Dares

2011-07-04T14:15:00.000-07:00

So? Christina and I arrived in Southern California last night (where I hope to make my home). On this Independence Day (4th of July) I celebrated my new emancipation by driving around with a uHaul trailer in tow looking for an apartment to rent. Unfortunately, most apartment managers are NOT working today but I did get a good look at the lay of the land here. It's utterly beautiful but stressful pulling a double-axle trailer down narrow streets where folks parked on both sides of the road. So many apartments do NOT provide parking other than on the street ... which, just like scuffing one's feet on a dry carpet before touching something metal...gave me a bit of culture shock. (Most apartments in my former state, Washington, have parking lots if not parking garages.)

While driving, I managed to be distracted by an oil truck that postured as though to block my exit from the 7-Eleven store and managed to pull out too slowly in front of a cop who pulled me over. In the process of NOT giving me a ticket, he made it very clear that he's divorced. I kept feeling grateful he was not asking for my vehicle registration, since I'd taken it out of the vehicle to research my truck's warranty last night ... forgot to put the documentation back. Even still - he let me go without so much as a warning.

Even though the cop was sorta cute ... I'm so very much NOT wanting any kind of romantic relationship (and he seemed to be seeking). Really feel burned out on all that partner ranting and attempting to control someone else scenario. Makes me shudder to THINK about dating anyone - if ya wanna know the truth. I'd imagine a police officer would eventually create chaos - thanks to all the stress their profession provides and makes them addicted to adrenaline.

At any rate ... I plan to watch the fireworks tonight. Hope this update finds you celebrating life and every freedom you have with all your might. While I'm glad to be past all the painful lessons or wisdom that life has brought my way so far -- I'm much more grateful to have the ability to move far and beyond obvious mistakes to celebrate freedom and INDEPENDENCE. Whoot!

Creepiest Local Haunted House I Know About

2011-05-30T17:29:00.000-07:00

HUGE MYSTERY - HAUNTED HOUSE - UNIQUE INSIGHT - WILLIAM ROSS RUST HOME

William R. Rust House -

1001 N. I St.

Tacoma, WA, USA

This notable landmark, the Colonial style William Ross Rust House is a private estate built in 1905 in North Tacoma, Washington, USA, and it has quite a bit of fascinating mystery and gossip surrounding it. The photo, right, is widely available on the Internet as a public document. And here's a high resolution photo of the William Ross Rust house (worth the peak).

WHY I DECIDED TO RESEARCH THIS HOME:
I first heard of this house a week or two ago and have continued to feel haunted by the stories surrounding it. Deciding I should investigate to learn more, I quickly realized that what's available through typical research means (e.g., common Google search) only created more questions for me when documentation about this house, and the family that lived here, didn't match either the stories I'd heard or messages I had gleaned, intuitively.

CLICK HERE TO READ THE REST OF THIS ARTICLE ... (you won't regret it)

What A Rough Day For A Psychic Reader Looks Like

2011-05-17T10:20:00.000-07:00

Providing intuitive readings in person is so different from doing them at home via the computer, where I'm sitting in a quiet and controlled environment. In many ways, in-person readings are MUCH easier because, in addition to feeling the energies, I can actually see the person's gender, facial expressions, the clothes, see posture (people give away many clues about themselves just by the way they hold their shoulders). Perfume also tells a reader something about the wearer.

What's difficult about doing readings in person is there's much less control of the external environment. For example: Maybe I'm giving a reading at a psychic fair and there are other people walking by (bringing all their wafts of energy/smells/attitudes around the reading). Often there's also music blaring or people talking and laughing loudly from the background. Those distractions make it more difficult to pay attention to the subtle energies that must be considered for a good psychic reading.

Meanwhile - yesterday - while the store was mostly quiet, I provided a reading for a woman whom I immediately associated with one of my own sisters with her posture, aromas and mannerisms. The way she held her head, the way she was aging, the way she'd nod to confirm she genuinely identified with the message I conveyed from the runes - all looked like my sister to me. Then, after the reading, but before the woman left, she asked if I ever do medium work. It was very clear to me that she had "female energy" and "a mother figure" near her. So I vocalized that fact.

"No." The woman said. "It would be my son whose with me."

I said: "But your mother. She's passed on and people see the bigger picture once they've passed. She understands more now."

The woman then admitted her mother had passed just three months ago. Meanwhile she had not gotten along with her mother and didn't want to talk to her. She only wanted to talk to her son and if not with him she didn't want to talk to anybody.

Long story short - my customer left in a huff (frustrated that I did not have a message from her son). Trouble is - I do not conjure spirits. I only read what I see, hear, smell or feel.

Customers who have false expectations are what make my work feel difficult and even disappointing on occasion. When YOU get an intuitive reading, dear adorable blog-reader, for the best possible experience, just be open to learn whatever message comes through the reader and don't try to control the message.

FOR THE BEST POSSIBLE READING EXPERIENCE:
Listen, weigh what you hear and consider whether it's truthful and whether it helped you or not. If it was helpful? Consider going back to that reader again in the future. If not? Never return. After all, truth, honesty and integrity all help to keep good psychics on the payroll over time. Dishonest readers don't last for very long. Good readers? Well, you know one when you've met one.

Ever Have Those Strong Spiritual Yearnings?

2011-05-10T22:38:00.000-07:00

I have often been criticized by well-meaning people for constantly pursuing new interests but in truth, emotionally, I could not help myself. On a deep and soul level I have often felt OVERWHELMED with the desire to study some new topic or other and these promptings would come with such a powerful sense of urgency I could not refuse them.

So while I've mastered Reiki, massage therapy, hypnotherapy, and Pallomancy (any of a number of divination methods such as the Nordic Runes, Tarot, and meditative trance) I've also felt driven to volunteer in a few different community ventures which have given me experience with gardening and emergency response efforts. Beyond that? Writing stories has been something I've felt ridiculously passionate about since a very little girl and I've often earned my salary as a writer/editor (writing about a wide variety of topics and studies).

Meanwhile - figuring out how to combine all my academic credentials, spiritual quests and work experience and organize all that into one tidy package for earning an single income has NOT been a path that I've ever seen traveled down before. So I admit it. Sometimes I have wondered: "Where am I going with all of this?"

Well? Now it's all happening! As of today, I'm getting to put nearly all my talents to use IN ONE PLACE!

First? I went to an interview today and after doing an on-the-spot Rune casting/psychic reading, the store owner decided I was qualified to present my wares from inside her shop so I'm now working at Crescent Moon Gifts as the "psychic," every Monday, from noon until 6 p.m..

Then? This Saturday, I'll be offering chair massage all day for the spring celebration that same store is sponsoring. Then? I'll be presenting these fabulous classes/events for customers who sign up for them:

* Tues., May 17, 7-9pm Tribal Healing Ceremony, $10
* Tues., May 24, 6-8pm Pallomancy Class (pendulum divination) $10
* Sat. June 11, 10 a.m.-noon Shamanic Journey, $15

Beyond all of that ... we're talking about other courses I'm qualified to teach. I have no doubt that all these new experiences will give me new for fodder for writing and I know a few magazines that are now calling for submissions. Life just keeps getting BETTER and better! *I will continue working for myself in all these ventures and I will continue providing intuitive readings via the Internet and through my website, SunTigerMOJO.com.

Point of this posting? When you feel a strong yearning to do something - even if it doesn't make sense to you at the time - ALWAYS FOLLOW YOUR HEART.

Love and light,
~ SunTiger

Been Providing Readings On-Line For More Than Four Years Now

2011-04-28T18:39:00.000-07:00

I was trying to decide how long I have been providing psychic readings on-line. It's really an incredible spiritual practice, for me, because clients can hide behind pseudonyms when they hire so I don't know so much as their gender before I begin the reading. And when I'm able to tell them details about their life, or about their romantic partner's life, it's just really incredibly validating. Confirmation received via customer feedback seriously inspires me to keep doing this work as well.

When I first started doing Internet readings, the business that hosted my virtual office, and collected payment information from customers, was called Kasamba. Now it's known as LivePerson.

When I first signed on, I wasn't even sure I would be able to do effective psychic readings over the Internet. That's because I wasn't entirely sure where the information I received, intuitively, was actually coming from. Previously, I'd been doing readings in person and thought maybe I had been reading people's body language or possibly getting information telepathically. As when a woman walked into my metaphysical shop and I just suddenly exclaimed: "You're here because your husband is cheating on you." I thought maybe I'd read her mind. (Later I scolded myself - after I realized I could be destroying marriages if I conveyed messages that a spouse was not aware of. Fortunately, in that case, the woman did actually know about her husband's affair. That was exactly why she had come to see me.)

My experiences from doing Internet readings since then has definitely expanded my beliefs about psychic ability, and taught me quite a bit more about where intuitive messages come from. It has proven to me that we as people are deeply connected on a much more Cosmic/energetic level and no deed committed is ever really forgotten by the Universe or truly hidden. In fact, I've been able to tell people things that they were not thinking about - or maybe didn't even know, first hand.

CASE IN POINT:
I remember one gal who hired me via Kasamba and asked what happened to a particular man she knew. (That was all the instruction she gave me.) So I went into meditation and suddenly saw this man, dressed nicely in a pressed shirt and trousers, sitting inside a 4-door sedan, but I kept seeing guns and not just one gun, but I'd see a hand gun, then a rifle, and the guns and shapes kept changing. I'd see guns in the trunk of the car and then in his hands. After I told my customer that "nobody can truly know another person's grief" and admitted that the man had killed himself with a gun, she admitted he had been a police officer and was indeed shot and his death had been ruled a suicide. She just couldn't imagine why her father would possibly have WANTED to kill himself and suspected foul play.

ANOTHER CASE IN POINT:
One woman who hired me over the Internet was expecting a grand-baby and wanted to know its gender. As I looked into that infant's life I saw that doctors would be concerned with a "condition" that the newborn had - looked to me like it would have a larger than normal head. Time teaches intuitive readers (like me) to really hone the skills and to be more gentle about delivering sensitive messages. Yet I had not learned every good lesson yet and I simply blurted this information to the grandma via the email exchange. Naturally she was very upset with the news and while I attempted to console her - afterwards - admitting that the baby would be alright later, would be deeply loved and would just be a little "slow" at first - my customer would not be consoled. Six months later I got an email that the baby had been born and the doctors were doing tests on her. The child did indeed have a larger than normal head and they suspected Downs Syndrome but that was later ruled out and a very grateful grandma said the child was progressing rapidly with a little extra help and care.

PRELIMINARY CONCLUSION:
So now, after hundreds of readings successes, as I'm looking through my Internet ratings, I'm seeing that my first review was written back on Feb 13 2007. Not every customer who hires me through that system rates my reading or writes a review. I don't know what all the reasons for that are and I suspect some folks might not want anyone knowing they paid for a psychic reading, like maybe their pseudonym is recognizable or something. (I'm sure there are LOTS of reasons for not leaving feedback.) Yet judging by the feedback I have received, I've been an internet psychic for more than four years now! (It honestly doesn't seem like it's been that long.)

A CAUTIONARY STORY FOR ANYONE ELSE WANTING TO DO PSYCHIC WORK:
I did do one reading, a few years back, where I was haunted by a dark shadowy figure that floated near the ceiling afterwards. I learned during the reading what a negative and creepy person that customer actually was. That dark shadowy figure only stayed in my home for about an hour but it definitely inspired some of the lines I wrote inside of my vampire novel, Ravena & The Resurrected. (So in the end, I was blessed by that rather creepy "visitation.")

MY PERSONAL GOALS:
All this being admitted, I must say that I have lots of room to grow as a psychic. Doing work like this absolutely does NOT mean I know everything. I'm not walking through crowds of people hearing their individual stories or reading their minds and I'm not haunted on a regular basis. My experiences have never looked anything like television says happens to mediums. At least, while I enjoy watching television shows like "Medium" (which tells real-life experiences endured by Allison DuBois, criminal investigator/medium) I'm not ever haunted in my sleep by ghostly dreams or anything.

Meanwhile, I keep wanting to expand my capabilities and this is why I continually work at my craft and always seek to improve my abilities for providing mystic readings. Some day I would LOVE to help solve crimes (learn if I'm ever good enough at my psychic abilities to do police-type work). That, to me, would be the ultimate sort of career. I hope, one day, that I get a chance to help find solutions to unsolved mysteries but for now I'm more than thrilled to help people sort through the options that life presents them with - so they can make the wisest choices and realize the happiest possible outcomes.

Sometimes So Much Happens - Minds Feels Blown By A Whirlwind

2011-04-20T23:45:00.000-07:00

In addition to my writing, I'm looking for part-time work in the massage therapy industry. Already this week, I've gone on two separate interviews and they were so dramatically different from each other, I just thought to share the most obvious contrasts.

INTERVIEW ONE
Instant connection with both individuals doing the interview. Like magic and miracle, we had so many things in common, there was no WAY I could walk away from this job offer. Here's a quick list of commonalities the three of us shared.

Totem animals tattooed on our arms
Respect for Shamanism
Dog owners
Massage Therapy work experience and education
Enthusiasm for all things vampire
A passion for learning and evolving

One of the interviewing women actually had bats tattooed on her body when I'm a bat ambassador for Bats Northwest. With everything running so smoothly and professionally, is it any wonder that I was hired on the spot to work two days a week? :-D

INTERVIEW TWO
Nervous or fidgety spa owner knew very little about his own business. He could not provide a clear answer about how much pay he was offering, and could not describe the uniform that he insisted was mandatory, but kept repeating that his was a Christian business. While I wondered why he repeated that declaration (over and over) and said things like: "We don't open on Sunday because we are Christians here." and "This is a Christian business. We are all Lutherans." and "We practice Christianity here." I began to wonder if he required his staff to stand in a circle, hold hands and sing "Cumbayá" or something. (I wasn't sure why he kept restating "this is a Christian business, when I had completely accepted that reality the first time I heard it.)

After the third time he said "This business is Christian run," I asked him quite directly, "I'm not sure what you are implying. Does that mean, if I choose to work here, that I will be required to go to prayer meeting or something?"

While he denied that would ever happen, the job he offered was just as chaotic as his interview. He wanted me to work on-call exclusively and arrive at work on as little as an hour's notice. Is it any wonder I decided NOT to take that job? Note: To be honest, he said "he'd call me" and didn't officially offer me the job anyway.

Chakra Healing - Expanding Your Own Intuitive Capabilities

2011-03-28T16:54:00.000-07:00

I just stumbled on an article I wrote a while back for New Age Journal. With all the stress we each endure in our own lives, it can feel overwhelming to observe anguish through catastrophes presented by the television and computer video news. I thought it might be a great time to review the information in: "Simple Chakra Rehab" so we can all de-stress and feel better.

SIMPLE CHAKRA REHAB by SunTiger

To invite more color, creativity and psychic ability into to your life, it’s good to exercise the body’s seven primary chakras; power centers from which spiritual and life-force energy flow. Simply treat those chakras to any of the following easy meditation or clearing techniques and you will soon be zooming down the fastest track for acquiring the most magical and expressive talents, growing more vibrantly and spiritually gifted.

MEDITATION VISUALIZATIONS:

First Chakra: this red (tail-of-spine) chakra is all about feeling safe, secure and confident. It has to do with a person’s sense of survival, since, on some level, we know our vulnerabilities. Human bodies are red meat, after all. To recharge this chakra, meditate on the lowest part of your spine as though it were a super large and round, very bright, tail-light, perhaps one from the back of a large Harley Davidson motorcycle. This glowing red orb represents your life force energy and makes your strengths seem ominous to the world when you allow it to expand and radiate fully. If this chakra is diminished in any way, nothing else matters (one must first feel safe before any other soul productivity can happen).

read more: http://newagejournal.com/2007/simple-chakra-rehab

Aeronautical Engineer's Opinion Of Sun Disappearing Prophecy

2011-03-26T01:29:00.000-07:00

In February 2009, I went to hear a Mayan woman, who claimed to be one of the thirteen indigenous grandmother's, named Maria Theresa, and she talked about the Mayan's 2012 prophecy in detail. During her presentation she explained that Earth's Sun was going to disappear into the middle of the Milky Way -- and Earth would become completely dark for a period (how long she did not know). Her advice was not to buy any electronics before 2013 because solar flares would reportedly happen and wipe out all our computers, automobiles' functionality and the heating/lighting capabilities in our homes. The entire Earth, in her estimation, would become very dark. Maria Theresa said people would be so disoriented by the sudden change they would begin dying from fear. She also said the Mayan people already have plans to build large bonfires and to party with friends and neighbors while they wait for the Sun to return (even while they don't know how long that will take).

While the farther I get away from that presentation, I feel more and more convinced that the Sun will not actually disappear into the center of the Milky Way (not during my life time) I had the opportunity to meet an aeronautical engineer just two nights ago (while I was doing volunteer work alongside him). His name was Tony and he'd worked for the US Air Force and with various astronauts at NASA. So I felt like he was the perfect candidate for me to pick his brain for detailed celestial information.

Beyond asking him to explain why the recent super moon looked so enormous when it was closest to Earth's horizon but as the night progressed, and the full moon rose high into the night sky, it seemed to grow much smaller (If you really want me to explain why this happened, leave me a comment and I'll fill you in) I also asked him: "Do you think the Sun will ever disappear into the belly of the Milky Way before December 21, 2012, so that Earth grows completely dark?"

He said the sun would indeed disappear "But not for thousands of years." According to Tony, scientists expect the sun to explode long before it enters the middle of the Milky Way ... thousands of years form now.

That seemed to support what I had been feeling. Don't get me wrong, many more changes will be coming to Earth, with earthquakes, volcanoes and such over the coming months and years ... I think you as well as anyone else reading this blog post can probably see and/or feel that fact; intellectually and intuitively. So I asked Tony if solar flares could (on their own) wipe out the electronics inside our vehicles so highways would suddenly become jammed with people stuck inside of cars (with their electric doors unable to be unlocked while their vehicles quit running). Tony explained to me in great detail why, due to the way cars are made nowadays, that would not ever happen.

Tony also confirmed it's pretty obvious that human-activity is what's contributing to climate change right now - since the gases that have been detected during scientific tests to determine what's causing the changes on the environment have all been classified as man-made.

*I could make this posting much longer but I'm feeling tired tonight and don't want to bore my readers by rambling either* ... If you're interested about anything I've touched upon here ... just ask and perhaps I'll elaborate more in another post.

Later,
~ SunTiger

When Life Crumbles What Do You Do?

2011-03-22T23:59:00.000-07:00

I realize, that anyone reading this post, to fully appreciate what I'm about to say, must be going through or have gone through some serious sort of emotional pain or horrific life disappointment/loss. People who feel completely in control of their world right now will not relate to what I am about to say (not at this moment in time). Yet sooner or later, they will be "here" and have a better understanding of this message by THEN. How many times have we human beings read scripture or seen art and it took on a new meaning based on where where were at, emotionally, at the time.

My message tonight is, that WHEN you're in grief, it's best to talk, to share or write about it. Only then can you truly find a connection with others who genuinely understand - and realize that there are certainly other people who endure (or have endured) what you are presently going through. While we may think we are alone in suffering - it's never truly the case.

You are NOT alone in your grief. Certainly there are times when I feel like I've suffered more than my share of BS and disappointment in my lifetime and I am currently enduring a situation that is pretty much unbearable right now. I embrace this time in my life because I have learned that such life conflict forces me to re-evaluate my priorities. It helps me grow at some sort of heroic warped speed. Yet if I could spare myself from this terrible transition and excruciatingly painful life changing "growth" experience and still get to the spiritual "aha" without ... well you can bet your extremely rare comic book collection that I certainly would grant myself that wish for eternal peace and harmony.

While I would never want to give up the growth I've accumulated from past sufferings - horrific experiences with loss and violation - it certainly feels like a shit-pile of undeserved Hell that I've been forced to endure - and to be enduring at this current moment in time.

I know I'll survive it. I've endured much worse than this. Yet I'd rather be in that Summerland or Polyanna aspect of life (if I could only manage to get back there, again).

Oh how the seasons and weather changes without anything you or I might do to influence it.

~ SunTiger

Does The Earthquake In Japan Have Anything To Do With 2012 Prophecy?

2011-03-12T12:05:00.000-08:00

As an intuitive, I often look at 2012 predictions like Cinderella watched the clock approach the hour of midnight. Yet unlike Cinderella, I don't expect my glass slippers will disappear before 2013. I'm certainly not building a bunker to hide underground before then. Not only does the recent earthquake in Japan prove that human-made structures are no match for Mother Nature, but I don't think end-of-the-world predictions are any indication that we should all start living in fear.

I do realize that 2012 predictions have been made by Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, and the difficult to understand Mayan Calendar. Yet while I study such work with great interest, my readers should realize that I was raised in a very destructive, ultra-conservative, religious household where stories of the apocalypse and human bodies feeding the Hell fires were served up as daily fare. End of the world stories are terribly familiar to me and they feel like entertainment.

HOW THE CREATIVE PERSON SHOULD LIVE
Because nobody's future is ever certain (we all die - but we seldom know how or when we will leave this present body) I do think we should be exercising common sense, learning ways to survive disaster scenarios, networking with our neighbors (in case we need them to pull us from rubble) and we should be living our lives authentically - telling loved ones how valuable they are to us on a regular basis. This "unknown" aspect about the future is one of the many reasons why it has always been important for me to live my own life genuinely, knowing that I might not be here tomorrow.

All of us should be doing self analysis and making sure we're on task with personal goals. Personally? I have learned it's important to to disregard what up-tight, judgmental and miserable people might think of me and not be afraid of their petty judgment. Living the life I want to live - coloring my hair pink and wearing a nostril ring - has taught me that those judgmental people eventually accept the real me - even when I don't conform to their limiting and arbitrary rules for dress and behavior.

Many of us have grown up with the kind of criticism that makes us pause before expressing ourselves creatively. Yet when we look at the possibility that this might be the last month, year, or decade of our lives, we also realize we cannot afford to live in someone else's shadow. We all need to make our mark on the world now - because we may not have tomorrow to do it.

WHAT I GET FROM LOOKING AT 2012
When I look at the year 2012 intuitively, I "get" that life just goes on. Certainly great changes are happening to our Earth and there will be more floods and more signs of pestilence over the coming years. Perhaps that will be what cures humanity's current problem with horrible greed (the bane of current politics). I mean, when filthy-rich and covetous individuals must begin to network with common people in order to survive - perhaps then they will have opportunity to realize that their lust for materialism really has not served them very well.

WHAT I FEEL GRATEFUL FOR
Right now though, as heroic search-and-rescue teams risk personal exposure to radiation as they fly in to Japan (where the nuclear reactors are not cooling properly) and those brave souls offer aid to people buried and hurt, I'm hoping the most selfish among us are watching. Maybe we can all benefit as we observe the great a sacrifice those doctors and searchers are making and feel inspired to do something very loving ourselves - even if it's just checking on the old lady who lives alone, next door.

The biggest change I can see happening by Yule 2012 regards how we as world citizens have viewed materialism as being so incredibly important. Certainly we will always appreciate creature-comforts. Yet as Earth goes through her changes, a great shift in what we as individual countries and civilizations currently value the most is going to be the biggest lasting change we see.

~ SunTiger

George Carlin And My Dad Thought Alike

2011-03-03T21:34:00.000-08:00

‎"You know you're supposed to care about the environment and you're supposed to care about injustice. and in the abstract, you do: but in a practical way, fu@# it. I mean, what are you going to do about it? There's nothing you can do about it , and it's meaningless anyway. Lives are meaningless and so is existence." ~ George Carlin
In the morning, I will attempt to explore this philosophy further, intuitively. I'm too tired tonight. Meanwhile, I look at life and look at all the crap we as individuals must put up with just to survive in modern society. What's that all about?

Ten of Cups

2011-01-25T08:58:00.000-08:00

Any time you shuffle your Tarot deck and pull a card from the suit of cups, your attention is going to directed to whatever emotions you might be experiencing. Because "ten" is the last number card in every suit, it represents the strongest aspect of that symbol.

READ ON ITS OWN (NOT IN A SPREAD)
The ten of cups suggests feeling strongly about something and being fully immersed in that emotion. In my deck, the card shows a couple of angelic-looking beings holding hands. In Mythic Tarot, this couple is described as Psyche, who was just raised to divine status to join her husband Eros (aka "Cupid"), in the world of the gods. Ten goblets are stacked on the floor by their feet, in the upright position, and together these chalices form a pyramid.

Like the meaning of the card, the pyramid also symbolizes love, faith and togetherness. According to the traditional interpretation, a permanent state of contentment and sense of well-being is evident. This card can suggest connection between spiritual and sensual desires as well.

Queen Of Wands - Tarot Reading

2011-01-14T11:33:00.000-08:00

TAROT CARD READING FOR THE DAY:(beautiful card image borrowed from the web, click image to see it in its original context.)

QUEEN OF WANDS:
Intuitive aspect of today's reading: This card reflects a certain need to develop better friendships as we all need a sustainable sense of love and support and those who do not inspire us quite often wear us down and distract us from pursuing our soul purpose. Meanwhile, as "queen" of our own reality, everything is in our power to change. We can create the better experience we want for ourselves by making wise decisions and surrounding ourselves with more nurturing and supportive, wise, council.
Traditional meaning of this card: In most Tarot decks, the Queen of wands is pictured with a lion or lioness (since the astrological sign for the Queen of Wands is Leo). As lions are considered "king of the jungle" so the Queen of Wands seeks to rise above the masses. She's definitely not your ordinary common peasant and when people treat her as "ordinary" she resents it.

The suit of wands ordinarily regards creativity, self expression, a sense of true purpose and spirituality. In this particular deck, the queen is obviously suggesting that we pay attention to feelings. Acknowledge what needs to change in your life, and then go forth and make the necessary decisions to live more authentically.

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Voyager Tarot - Found At Estate Sale - Ten Of Cups

2011-01-11T19:07:00.000-08:00

Doug and I both love to go (what we call) "junkin" otherwise known as "estate sale shopping." This past Sunday, we ended up inside a really fascinating old mansion located right on Lake Washington in the Rainier District of Seattle.

That's where I purchased a full "Voyager Tarot" deck for just $3. The box was badly worn and the booklet is terribly bent and battered but the cards are all perfectly straight and proud - just like new.

Naturally, I was utterly thrilled with the find and for my gratitude, I decided to offer you, dear reader, a one-card tarot reading tonight. Drawn is the Ten of Cups (see image).

From a traditional sense, the suit of cups always symbolizes emotions. Interestingly, since cups hold water or liquid - it's also fascinating to note that in Shamanism, Feng Sui, Ayurvedic medicine, Lomi Lomi massage and many other "alternative" healing techniques that I've studied ... water always represents human feelings. As the little Voyager Tarot booklet, by James Wanless, says: "You become watery when you are happy, sad, excited and surprised."

Also according to Wanless, the ten of cups has everything to do with feeling passion. "You are excited, turned on, and alive with energy." He says. Then: "Like the lion and the wildflowers (pictured) you seek your pleasures with abandon."

May you, dear reader, be able to manifest whatever reality you feel most passionate about from tonight and onward.

Love and light,
Mystic SunTiger
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Always Amazed TWIN SOUL Psychic Reading

2011-01-06T14:34:00.000-08:00

I have not been soliciting clients at LivePerson (haven't for a long time). Too many shoppers (looking for on-line readings from mystics they don't know) tend to be seeking FREE services and I just don't have the time, energy, or financial wherewithal to work for so many, that hard, for no pay.

Meanwhile, I love it when people seek me out for a reading, (by email, just $33), for many reasons. One is because, with each new reading, I learn something completely new about life and spirituality. I also feel very deeply spiritually connected when I've gone into a psychic meditation.

One "lesson" I learned concerns the concept of Twin Flames (aka Soul Mates). Too many people use this spiritual belief - that we have only one legitimate romantic partner - to leave otherwise very functioning marriages; even when homes may include small children.

This is not to say no marriage should ever break up. Many times, after I looked into a client's question, a series of abusive scenarios presented themselves. In some instances, I learned both the children and the spouse would be better off (even safer) moving away from the contractual arrangement. Yet this is not always the case either.

A while back, a client asked why she has such a strong emotional connection to a potential romantic partner, if her soul purpose was NOT to cut family ties and be with him. I'll admit I did not know the answer to that question until I went into meditation to learn more. That's how I was shown that there are many different ways we all receive these deeply emotional and compelling intuitive, empathic, messages from one another.

Perhaps we don't feel connected to our spouse, on an emotional level, because somewhere along the lines our partner, unconsciously (or not), closed him or herself off to us, emotionally, so we cannot so easily pick up their vibes, empathically. Meanwhile, many mothers will tell you, if their children ever found themselves in a dangerous or highly emotional setting, the mother felt that emotion even when she was nowhere in the vicinity of the child in duress. (Note: I experienced short bouts of great emotional turmoil when my middle daughter was in boot camp, down in Texas, for example.)

That deeply connected "feeling" we get, where we feel another person's emotion, is no indication that mothers should become the romantic partner for their child. Similarly, just because a married person has a strong emotional connection to another adult outside the household, it does not necessarily mean the two of them are twin souls or that they belong together.

Quite often this "connection" happens purely because one person is thinking about the other; amorously. We are all highly sexual, emotional beings. Feeling someone else's sexual desire, empathically, happens much more often than many of us talk about (e.g., we connect with one another through sexual dreams and through telepathic thought as well as through emotion).

CONCLUSION: If you are ever concerned about your relationships and need clarity on a new emotional connection that you're feeling -- hire a psychic. A good psychic should be able to tell you things about the relationships that you did NOT tell her. If she does not do that -- then don't give her the highest review and certainly do not hire her again. Yet if she does tell you things that you knew (but didn't tell her) then you know the psychic connection was legitimate. Also trust your own instincts to know whether what you were told was offered in your best interest (or not).

Love and light,

~ SunTiger

Tarot For Writers

2011-01-03T15:21:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, when I don't know what to write about, I consult the Tarot for generating a topic. To do that, I merely shuffle the deck and ask the Universe to reveal what my readers most need to hear for the day. Then I spread the cards out and whichever card seems to stand out the most ... that's the one I pick.

Today's card was "Temperance," a card that has to do with balanced emotions and being in a position to allow your feelings to flow freely. What a great aspiration (personal peace and contentment) for starting the new year!

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Break For Laughter ...

2010-11-20T12:56:00.000-08:00

"In some cultures what I do would be considered NORMAL." (Many more funny quotes like that: chainletters.net/chainletters/funny-daily-affirmations/)

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Real Life Ghost Story

2010-11-18T09:22:00.000-08:00

I've had many encounters with ghosts and some of my siblings have too. Yet there are others from the seven children born to my parents who are very skeptical about such even being possible.

One of the ghost encounters that really freaked out my husband Doug (because it seemed the most unusual) was when we were visiting his very ill father at St. Joseph's Hospital in Tacoma, WA, (USA).

We needed to take the elevator up a couple of floors but as we approached the elevators, we both saw a grown man in a brown suit enter the elevator on the left (there were two elevators). When we got to where we could push the button, the doors to that first elevator had just closed. So we waited maybe one second and then pushed the button to wait for the next elevator.

When the doors to that first elevator opened again, Doug and I felt real apologetic for holding up the man in the brown suit. We hadn't meant to interfere with his elevator ride. Yet before we could apologize we realized the elevator was empty!

Doug and I both looked for a back door (looking for logical means by which the man could disappear like that) but there were no rear doors, only the entrance we had entered through. We even checked the elevator ceiling for a trap door but there was none in the ceiling or floor either.

Realizing there was no way the man could have gotten out without us seeing him leave (there had not been enough time lapse for him to have taken the elevator to another floor) we decided he must have been a ghost. Doug didn't want to ride the elevator after that.

I just felt very thankful we had both seen the man in the brown suit together (so neither one of us could assume the other had just imagined him). In the past when I had seen ghosts, they were somewhat transparent and I could sort of see through them - knew immediately they were ghosts. In this case, the "man" in the brown suit looked rather solid like any ordinary human being.

This experience still makes me wonder: how often do people see spirits and just ASSUME what they see is a living, breathing, ordinary person? Maybe we all see ghosts a lot more often than we suppose and are all really seeing spirits who wait for the bus, drink coffee inside the cafe, or walk their ghostly dogs down the sidewalk.

~ Tami Jackson (aka SunTiger)
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WHEN FACING UNCERTAINTY

2010-11-16T15:49:00.001-08:00

Life has taught me that when you or I go through difficult times it's because there's an "ah-ha" moment about to come. We're on the cusp of learning something more powerful and maybe when we look back we'll have a greater sense of "why" this needed to happen. These depressed feelings I experience today are just growing pains.

I've spent the last two days visiting someone dear in the hospital and attempting to offer comfort whichever way I could. Amazingly, because the situation was so dire, I was allowed to perform Reiki and reflexology to the feet. One huge blessing from this situation (which feels tragic) is being able to demonstrate, in a tangible and obvious way, how very healing human touch can be.

With the patient having a frighteningly high heart rate (i.e., 130 beats per minute) and him being hooked up to all sorts of monitors, we could watch the equipment for changes. Each and every time one of us put our hands on him his heart rate went down two or three beats per minute. He might even be asleep and touch made a visible difference.

It seems like a small victory amidst so much uncertainty and concern yet it's a victory nonetheless. People I love are no longer looking at me (with all the healing modalities I've presented to them) as just being silly nonsense. They've seen the monitors themselves and practiced touching themselves. They've had tangible, visible, scientific proof that we can make the world a little bit better, through touch.

Blessed be.

~ SunTiger

Garden Tips For Fall

2010-11-02T16:12:00.000-07:00

It's been raining a great deal here lately, in Western Washington, but today we had clear skies and beautiful sunshine. So I pulled on my garden boots and went out to plant more tulip and crocus bulbs.

I absolutely feel as though it is impossible to plant too many crocuses. Every February, they are the first flower after a harsh winter (sometimes while snow is still on the ground) to bloom. When I see these dainty little flowers pop out through the frozen ground, my heart just swells with glee. Crocuses feel like a promise to me. They remind me that spring and warmer weather is coming. Tulips bloom a little bit later, so planting them side-by-side works really well for keeping a particular garden spot in bloom longer.

Pictured right, is just a fun fall-time craft project I made and it serves as a wonderful reminder of a very fun day I enjoyed. My sister Kelly and I had taken a trip to Leavenworth (over the mountain) to celebrate my birthday. We had such a great time, I wanted to commemorate it. So I collected a fallen gold-colored leaf in Leavenworth and when I got home I lathered it with paint and pressed it to this rock. The result is a cool reminder of a most wonderful memory.

Doobie Brother's Concert LAST NIGHT (back stage tickets!)

2010-08-27T10:21:00.000-07:00

Me, awesome Patrick Simmons & my husband Doug

Went to Marymoor Park for a Doobie Brother's Concert last night. I was really in a great mood and ready for a most awesome night but getting there proved a bit disconcerting (I'm only gonna touch on the negative experience here before I talk about the concert because it's rather entertaining). Driving that far north on I-405 during rush hour traffic was like going back into a previous lifetime where I feel certain I was once a warrior on horseback.

CASE IN POINT: I've got half-a-car's length available between me and the vehicle in front and suddenly a pickup, pulling a flatbed trailer, careens into my path. I slam on my breaks to avoid hitting him only to realize he's not drunk. He's just a typical Washington freeway driver attempting to merge. That's when I start to think: "Oh-h-h. You're going DOWN brother!" But then I remember I'm going to a DOOBIE BROTHER'S CONCERT and I mentally hit: "ERASE." I mean WHO HAS TIME FOR ROAD RAGE WHEN YOU'RE LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE ON YOUR WAY TO THE DOOBIES???

(Doobie Bros. Tom Johnston's daughter)
Laura Johnston & her band launch
this concert with a most lively opening
performance.

Needless to say, after four or five such "near collision" incidents like that, I make it to my husband's place of work. What's interesting about my relationship with Doug is we don't really talk to one another like normal people communicate; not anymore. We've been together for too long now and our conversations go something like this.

"Hey Doug, you know -- now that we're here at Marymoor Park -- and I just stood in line for the bathroom after Laura Johnston (pictured right) and her band finished playing the opening music for the Doobies ..." He says: "Yeah." So I say, well, that short woman who was sitting in front of us with the really cool hippie shirt on? She stood in line with me. We got to talking and she lives in Snoqualmie - not far away - and she also loves to garden so we were talking about strange mushrooms that keep showing up in her yard."

Doug goes: "She's a doctor?"

I say: "What? Where'd you get that? I didn't say 'doctor' I said she lives up in Snoqualmie."

He goes: "You said doctor." (Typical Doug.)

So the concert finally begins and the Doobies are expectedly AWESOME.

I mean their music is like a most soothing drug and suddenly all that rush hour traffic and my husband talking to me like he just climbed out of a spaceship is all forgotten and we are dancing and clapping and swaying to the music.

Doug just happened to score the absolutely most awesome D-row tickets and we've got a perfect view of the stage where I can see the whites in every band member's eyes. The energy radiating from that band is just electric. Suddenly, while I'm dancing along with the rest of folks at the concert who are also standing and waiving their arms in the air my husband sits down. So I stop dancing to ask him: "What's wrong? You feeling okay?"

Kid you not, Doug says: "That guy behind me just asked me to sit down. He can't see the stage."

Suddenly that road warrior I told you about lurches out from deep inside of me and I wanna explode (but I'm keeping most of it bottled inside). "What? Are you kidding me?" I'm thinking: this is a DOOBIE BROTHERS CONCERT. We're all supposed to be dancing and having fun! This isn't some dude's own personal Sunday School classroom! So I say: "STAND UP Doug! Everybody else is dancing. Don't let anyone ruin this night." (Secretively I hoped that nasty control-freak of a man would get up off his rusty old ass and start to enjoy the concert too.)

Not even RAIN can spoil a Doobie Brother's Concert!

So it starts to rain ... pretty hard. I sit under my leather jacket for a while but then decide THIS IS JUST NOT HAPPENING and I get up to start dancing again. I realize, with the awesome music, and all that concert energy, not even liquid sunshine can dampen the fun.

BACKING UP JUST A BIT: When we first arrived at the concert, we were really early and all the rows with plastic seats were barren. So after sitting down I pulled out my new Droid phone. I wanted to figure out how to operate the thing. It's rather complex as far as phones go because it's more like "your lifestyle in a compact mirror" sort of gadget.

So I'm pushing buttons and two people who are going to sit beside us arrive. The radio station is broadcasting rock 'n roll from the tent far behind us and I acknowledge the new arrivals with a smile and a nod. The man (who sits immediately on my left) ignores me and starts talking to someone else so I wait, politely, to greet him and then say:. "I heard you say this is your first time here. Did you mean to a Doobie Brother's concert? Or to this park?"

The dude totally turns away from me; big snub. It's like he thinks I'm some homeless person holding up a cardboard sign that says: "Hand over your wallet or I'll flick a maggot on ya" or something terrible like that. Problem is, I really hate getting brushed off. In the past, I'd try very hard to get such a person to 'like me' by being ridiculously nice, "Can I get you a $7 per dixie cup of beer . . . or something?"

This time I decide I'm not going to grovel for his friendship. This is a CONCERT for crying out loud. People are SUPPOSED to be having fun and acting friendly. I'm not going to let this midget of a man bother me at all.

So after Laura Johnston completes her very animated bit (she looks so petite but she has a big fat and POWERFUL mature-sounding voice). So before I talk to the hippie woman in line at the bathroom, I practically lean into this snobbish dude's lap, get right into his face and say: "Isn't Laura Johnston wonderful? She's so full of energy. I mean there's just so much volume coming out of that really small head and body." I bat my eyelashes a few times to make sure he knows I'm not doing something deviant, like hypnotizing him with all my magical charisma.

The Doobie Brothers: Dynamic Quartet

He had no other choice. He HAD to acknowledge me: "Yeah. He says finally, leaning back. She was great!" Satisfied, I didn't speak to him for the rest of the concert. Oh - okay. So I actually DID speak to him (because he was really friendly after that and I was there to have a good time) but I just thought it would sound funnier if I said I didn't speak to him.

As usual (Doug has lavished me with Doobie Brother tickets year after year) this concert was TO DIE FOR.

BACK STAGE:
Kid you not, most of the people with back stage passes were told to "stand along the fence." It was such a gruff and authoritative command, I started wondering if they were going to make us undergo a strip search or something. I mean, I've never been back stage before. So I start talking to others who are standing along the fence alongside Doug and me to see what's happening. Turns out, most of them personally knew someone in the band and that's how they scored their back stage tickets. My husband, on the other hand, has been trying to get back stage for YEARS.

So we wait what seemed like a ridiculously long time (because the band members were "eating"). Then we were led through a muddy and uneven grass field (which meant I was four-wheeling in my 4-inch heels) to wait some more on the porch at some house that's in the park. FINALLY - a few band members came out.

Doug and the most awesome Patrick

I have to say that singer, guitarist and songwriter Patrick Simmons was the most comfortable about meeting his fans. He's just so very mellow and very fun to talk to. He grew up in Aberdeen and told us that really small coastal town actually has a tree with a little plaque in his honor and a metal likeness of him. It was really cute hearing him tell the story. Evidently Kurt Cobain was also from Aberdeen so the town has a tree designated to Kurt as well. We laughed about how "weird" that was (sort of awkward being one of two musicians and the other one is, very sadly, dead).

We spoke to Pat about how the Internet has changed the music industry. I started saying I was thankful for YouTube because it took some of the corporate politics out of what kind of exposure an artist can get. Then I quickly apologized because I didn't mean to make the conversation turn political and Patrick said he tended to be anarchist as well (he totally agreed; which made me feel better).

It was US (and not Patrick) who finally ended the very flowing conversation. Doug and I both feel we'd still be talking to Patrick on that porch if we hadn't decided to leave. When we all departed, only Doug, Patrick and one other couple were still standing around together; the other couple left with us.

Patrick signed the Doobie Brothers shirts that Doug and I were wearing (ones we purchased from the concert we attended last year). I'm so grateful for that lasting memento of an awesomely magical night.

Guitarist/singer John Mcfee was the first band member at the house to greet us and he proved so incredibly friendly. We talked to him for quite a while on the porch before Patrick came out. John was very cordial, gracious and down to earth. I felt (while talking to him) that spending time with complete strangers, albeit adoring ones, must be stressful for all band members and I really felt so grateful for his efforts (to be so cordial).

Tom Johnson made the briefest appearance
back stage after the concert.

Tom Johnston made a super fast appearance but seemed in a very big hurry to leave. He didn't really say hello to hardly anybody besides Pat. He was such an animated performer on stage and really made the concert experience very fun. I can see where his daughter gets her talent.

John Cowan, stepping in as Bass Guitarist for The
Doobies while Skylark makes his recovery.

Temporary bass guitarist John Cowan performed awesomely with the Doobie Brothers. This man has such a marvelous voice; it's one that you can really swoon too. He also plays bass guitar with extraordinary talent. He was the first band member to meet us because he intercepted the group in the parking lot where we waited. It wasn't until we talked to Pat, later on, that we learned that the usual bass guitarist, Skylark, had suffered a stroke and cannot perform at present.

Patrick said he's hoping Skylark will be back on stage soon. (No telling how long such a recovery will take). I really respected the way Patrick seemed to mourn Skylark's absence. He said Skylark is practicing and working hard to get back on stage -- and he really praised John Cowan's capabilities as the stand in.

Later,
~ Tami

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Ailing Pet Health And The Process Of Dying

2010-08-24T21:35:00.000-07:00

Here's a photo of our backyard rabbit, whom my husband named Oscar. I took this picture just last week and then, yesterday, Oscar suffered some sort of neurological malfunction. He now holds his head sideways and looks like he's had a stroke.

I called the vet right away and they told me what no fur-baby's parent ever wants to hear: "You need to bring him in to be euthanized." "It's the humane thing to do." (I heard even more such pat phrases that veterinary offices tell pet owners at such times; when their pets develop a neurological problem.)

That sort of feedback really made me marvel because it's such a stark contrast to what medical doctors say when they treat humans with similar medical conditions. My poor mother-in-law, for instance, has been suffering strokes for more than five years now. She has been infirmed for so long, she cannot feed herself, eliminate properly or fully digest food. She has deteriorated so much she now weighs 50 pounds. Yet NOBODY is saying it's inhumane to keep her alive.

So I questioned the idea that allowing Oscar to die naturally, on his own time, providing he's not in pain, was "inhumane." I began to realize that Oscar's care, and how he will spend his last moments of this life, are completely up to me. I decided that since he's eating, drinking water and doesn't show any signs of emotional distress or pain that I would not feel compelled to exert 'humane" intervention.

That means that every time I go out to his kennel, which is multiple times during the day, I'm feeling dread about what I might possibly find. My emotional pain causes me to wonder if we tend to euthanize our pets when they're hurt because caring for someone with compromised health feels horribly uncomfortable for US (as pet owners). I wonder: are we merely euthanizing the aged beasts for our own convenience and calling it "humane?"

So this morning, when I first checked on Oscar, you can imagine I felt incredibly, euphorically, surprised. He was up and hopping about his kennel. He was eating alfalfa quite animatedly, chewing very fast like a healthy rabbit, except he was holding his head to the side.

At other times when I've gone out to be with him he's just been laying in his favorite spot. He's not holding up his head like he normally would do. He's completely resting into the white shavings that make his bed. So I pet him, and he leans against my hands as though the massage feels ridiculously comforting.

Tonight I even administered Reiki (a hands-on comforting energy) and I sang to Oscar. The only song I could think of to sing was this one: (see YouTube video: May The Circle Be Opened)

I have sung this music so many times in the past. Yet at no time have the words: "Merry meet and merry part, and merry meet again" ever moved me so deeply. "May the love of the Goddess be ever in your heart."

This is my wish for Oscar -- while he spends his last days in my care. May he have no doubt that he was deeply, completely, unselfishly loved. Blessed be.

Is Zeus (God of The Lightening Bolt) Telling Us Something?

2010-06-16T23:13:00.000-07:00

My son forwarded a link to the following video which was shot down near Monroe, Ohio (USA) today. Here a very large statue of Jesus was struck by lightening and local church goers are calling the resultant flames an "Act of God."

If that be so ... (and God did this) then I'd have to beg the question: "WHICH GOD?" ... would Zeus not be the most likely culprit?

Then there's the Biblical saying about not making any graven image ... and I have to be careful here because I wear a great deal of jewelry and with the way weather's been behaving so crazily around here ... well, let's just say I don't want to jinx myself.

Then again ... there's another saying in the Bible about not building one's house upon the sand. It's amazing folks in Ohio didn't correlate that to "thou shalt not build thy statue upon lightening rods" -- since all that seems to be left of this statue are the metal rods they used to frame it.

* I'm so thankful:

nobody was hurt, regardless of the obvious financial loss involved
the church itself was left standing (amazingly)
the bulk of the damage was obviously superficial

More crazy weather is coming. Everyone be safe out there!
Find every opportunity to laugh!

MAKING EVERY WORD COUNT

2010-06-12T09:51:00.000-07:00

Today's photo borrowed from:http://thogias.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/confusion.jpg

In the few years that I've been providing psychic readings on-line (i.e., had complete strangers use a pseudonym to hire me for a reading when I often don't consciously know so much as that person's gender) I've had to learn that EVERY SINGLE LITTLE WORD I TYPE IN REPLY NEEDS TO MEAN EXACTLY WHAT IS INTENDED. In English, two words that are very similar can mean minutely different things alone, but using either in a larger sentence can make the disparity in meaning grow.

(This need for every word to be highly accurate is probably the most difficult aspect of providing readings through email.)

EXAMPLE: "Thankful" verses "Happy"
I was contacted by a client who fell. She wanted to know if she needed an x-ray or not. It was very clear to me she definitely needed one (and I asked "why has your doctor not ordered it already?"). I made it very clear she should get the x-ray but instead of writing "you'll be thankful for the results of the x-ray" (because it would explain why she was in pain) I wrote "you will be happy with the results of the x-ray." Obviously that last sentence relays a different message than what was fully intended.

The difficulty (for the psychic) is that providing a reading requires my brain be in MEDITATION MODE. In stark contrast, writing down what that reading uncovered requires my mind be fully conscious in LOGICAL MODE. (Trust me: It's a very big mental workout!)
Meanwhile, experience shows: tiny details written in an e-reading can obviously change whether a client interprets a psychic message as being fully accurate or not. (I'm so very glad the above mentioned client interpreted her reading if full context of what was written. She understands how intuitive ability works.)

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THANK YOU For Giving Me The Best Day Of My Life!

2010-06-03T17:25:00.000-07:00

I used to feel so encouraged by my positive feedback on eBay. Now any time I need an emotional boost I read my client feedback for the psychic readings I provide through my virtual office. (LivePerson.com/mystic-suntiger)

Wouldn't ALL of our lives be so much happier if EVERYONE'S boss would take time to say "thank you" for work done well? This also causes me to ask, who have I thanked today?
(Thank YOU, dear reader, just for being curious, and for stopping by! This song is for YOU!)

So Many Beliefs: Indoctrinated By Culture

2010-06-02T11:42:00.000-07:00

If you grew up in another country, learned an entirely different religion, what sort of person would you be today? I've been reading all sorts of philosophical books on life, death, and an individual's personality or soul. It's really expanding my view of our "essential nature" and how I feel about individuality.

TEACHINGS FROM AFRICAN TRADITIONS
In Voudou, the "self" is not something to be heavily guarded. Instead - the personality is expectedly fluid and changing (transitory even) and spirits possessing the body (e.g., during ritual) is perceived as a community blessing (not something to fear or fight against). [What a contrast to Western thinking where the soul is to be preserved and safeguarded!]

HERE'S YET ANOTHER VIEW OF THE SELF FROM CENTRAL MEXICO
"In the Western conception, human life is a precious gift to be defended at all costs. The Aztecs viewed life as a prison, whose chief merit was transitoriness." ~ F. Gonzales-Crussi {from "The Day of The Dead And Other Mortal Reflections."}

This idea of individuality (and what it is) is something I'd like to ponder further. Why has the Western mind continued to nurture a fear response to people personally talking in Spirit? Is this way of thinking driven by money (like so many other structures in Westernized cultures)? For example: if I'm able to talk to Spirit directly -- I won't have to pay money to some so-called human authority or church who claims it/they are the middle man between me and deity.

Working as an intuitive reader on-line, I've had many clients hire me from around the world (Australia, the Middle East and from the old Norse lands). I'm always open to receiving new spiritual information when I work with them and that has helped me personally be much more free-flowing and open to changing what I think that I "know" or "believe." (I realize people can do their own psychic readings, follow their own gut, but emotions sometimes get in the way of seeing the big picture. That is why they hire me -- for clarity).

Happily, Americans have also hired me for mediumistic and psychic readings (proving that we Westerners are not ALL close minded; no matter what stupid publications say). I just realize, that as soon as I decide life is "this way" or "that" I have effectively closed my mind of to other potentially smarter possibilities. This is why I make a conscious effort to always keep my mind open.

Tarot Reading For Active Married Mother

2010-05-26T21:35:00.000-07:00

Just bought a new "Elemental Tarot" deck and feel very inspired to post a one-card reading from it. (I have learned it's always powerful and smart to follow such unsolicited spiritual promptings). Intuitively I "get" this reading is intended for a female reader whose married. To me she feels exhausted -- and is probably a young mother.

Drawn is the FURNACE card, where the fire element is very strong (fire often representing a spiritual topic, regarding deity or having to do with ancestral spirits). While I'm not very familiar with this particular deck of cards (or its traditional meanings) whenever I provide a reading for a client of mine, I always start with what I "get" intuitively FIRST before I resort to sharing any traditional meaning of a tarot card. To offer this sort of reading ... where I know it's going to have a significant amount of meaning for my client ... I always ask SPIRIT to guide what I am seeing and what I am about to say.

IMAGE DESCRIBED: What's drawn here is a naked yellow person with perky breasts in a very limber pose; (a posture that might be described as an advance yoga pose). Her feet curve around her back so her toes are positioned just barely above her forehead. She seems to be floating in the air (air being symbolic of her own breath/soul) with her left hand raised in the air and her right arm hanging down with the hand pointing toward the ground.

INTUITIVE READING FROM THIS IMAGE: Yellow would be symbolic of the third (solar plexus) chakra ... so in addition to having a strong spiritual message, this card involves someone's self esteem and this is where I "get" a very strong sense of who she is -- she is comfortable with herself. The name on the card "FURNACE" suggests the Fire/yin/masculine element is involved and with the right arm pointing toward earth it would seem there's a male figure who helps her feel grounded.

With the red background, it's clear he gives this female some sense of safety/stability in her life.

Meanwhile the sense of this card suggests the main character/client is feeling like she's really bending over backwards for too many people (three hands reach out to touch her from the corners of this card suggesting such). She's a healthy woman. I can see the outline of two humans in silhouette fighting with one another in the background/intuitively I know they are this client's children and like all kids they're emotionally lovable/entertaining but very draining/exhausting of their mother's time and energy. They seem to make a lot of noise.

READING: So while the mom tries to maintain a sense of spiritual peace and harmony all around her (as depicted by the Yoga pose and color yellow) and while she's very connected to who she is and connected to her ancestors/deity, even while she has a stable relationship with a male to support her, there's a great deal chaotic activity in her life (created by 'others' who rely much too heavily upon her).

A pentacle is positioned in the upper middle portion of this card and it's directly inside the circle that is formed by this woman's body. I interpret that blue pentacle to support what I said earlier about this woman feeling as though someone's "got her back" (she feels protected even while it's clear she feels utterly exhausted).

Looking up the traditional meaning of this 5-of Fire card. The traditional meaning: "Unwillingly stirred into action or rebellion by a sudden turn in life. Being forced into a new situation in one's work. Challenge from an unexpected source. Negatively, obstinately resisting change. Manipulation by circumstances."

*Obviously I "got" a LOT more information out of that card than what was revealed by the book's description! This is part of the reason why clients love me ... I look BEYOND the card's traditional meaning and ask Spirit to guide me while I give feedback.

If this reading moved you or helped you in any way ... please feel encouraged to comment and I'll know to do readings like this again!

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Selling My Wares On eBay! {Again.}

2010-05-25T18:41:00.000-07:00

For the first time in a very long while I've decided to post an ad on eBay. Here it is! http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=130397375817#ht_756wt_1133

Cute joke:

“I almost had a Psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.” ~ Steven Wright.

[ Please send comments to: SunTiger@usa.com ]

Psychic Readings Over The Years

2010-05-21T15:06:00.000-07:00

When I first started providing psychic readings for clients on-line I tried working via live chat. It didn't work too well, because the ticking meter (e.g., running clock at LivePerson) interfered with my need to fully connect undistractedly. I felt I needed to rush to give immediate feedback, since the longer the clock ticked -- the more pennies were being charged. I wanted my customers to feel like they were getting a fair deal for the service provided so I'd hurry. That sort of pressure limited how detailed or accurate my reading could be. With clients not always leaving me the highest possible praise, I soon realized I wasn't serving my customers to my fullest capacity.

To provide a higher quality of service, I started requiring that all Internet readings be purchased by email (no more live chat!). With an email reading, I can take all the time I need to fully connect; spiritually. I charge a simple flat fee (which my clients really like) and because there's no meter running I can take all the time needed to really quiet my mind and read all of the energies involved; even see if the client's perception of what is happening is fully accurate! Doing this, I'm usually able to respond with the answer my clients seek within the hour (depending on how busy I am with other clients at the time).

Because email allows me to examine the full truth behind whatever subject is presented to me, my ratings have gone up significantly over the years. My customer feedback proves that this sort of careful effort is greatly appreciated.

Positive reviews is what motivates me to keep doing intuitive work -- that and the reality that I cannot provide readings without connecting, energetically. The spiritual advantages from providing intuitive readings are huge. Perhaps most importantly, I feel my hard work, accompanied by natural ability, is deeply valued. (That's honestly why I'm still here!)

Thank you to all my wonderful clients. It's been my greatest pleasure to serve you!

~ SunTiger

New clients may hire me either of two ways ... pay by PayPal (use the "buy now" button, below) [from http://SunTigerMOJO.com]

or .... visit me at my virtual office on LivePerson! (Liveperson.com/mystic-suntiger)

Have questions? Send email to: SunTiger@usa.com

Or ... go back home: SunTigerMOJO.com.

First Podcast EVER!

2010-04-30T10:46:00.000-07:00

This podcast compares bat anatomy to that of Pagans, in a very light hearted and educational way. (That's why it may not be appropriate for very young children). For updates on more podcasts such as this, visit and subscribe to my podcast blog at: http://SunTigerMOJO.blogspot.com! (See you there!)

Visit SunTiger at her HOME website: http://SunTigerMOJO.com

2009-12-09T09:11:00.001-08:00

SunTiger is now blogging at http://SunTigerXO.blogspot.com {{See you there!}

Worst Present Ever! {What Not To Give Someone}

2009-12-04T09:26:00.000-08:00

I started the following exchange on my FaceBook account and marveled at how creative my friends truly can be. Enjoy the obvious humor of it all. These ideas really kept me laughing.

SunTiger Xo Hey. Wanna start a silly trend? Think of THREE HORRIBLE GIFTS to send someone . . . examples follow: * Machete-toting cannibal {Given to a peace-loving Mennonite family}

* Stack of French Ticklers {Given to elderly women living in a nunnery}

* Water ski lessons {for a Hydrophobe/individual afraid of water}

Yesterday at 2:36pm · Comment ·

Diane Heidt

You devious person, you! LOVE this. Here are mine---
1. Driving instructions for a blind person
2. A warm winter coat for someone living in Florida
3. Obedience dog training classes for someone who has a cat
...See More

Yesterday at 2:46pm · Delete

SunTiger Xo

Those are all very good. (-;
How about these too:
1. A name plaque for Sue Howard {given to a guy named Moose}
2. A brand new bear trap w/meat-bait {for a serious animal rights activist}
3. A circular saw {for a bilateral shoulder amputee}

Yesterday at 2:56pm · Delete

Diane Heidt

Good ones, too! I could come up with lots of those. HA.

Yesterday at 2:58pm · Delete

Marla G Mckee

1) a good book for an illiterate person
2) a cashmere sweater for a nudist
3) a bottle of wine for an alcoholic

Yesterday at 3:52pm · Delete

Gina Vance

A rare steak dinner for a vegan
A day at a spa for someone who is a germaphobe
A trip to the Grand Canyon to an agoraphobe.

Yesterday at 3:59pm · Delete

SunTiger Xo

1. a bottle of shampoo {to a bald man}
2. Satan's Bible {to a Jehovah's Witness}
3. The Holy Bible - New Testament only {To a Jew}

Yesterday at 4:03pm · Delete

Michelle Corbett

1) Plane tickets for someone afraid of flying
2) Hair accessories for someone who just got chemo treatment
3) Paints and easel for the colour blind

Yesterday at 4:35pm · Delete

Gina Vance

5lbs of candy to someone on a diet
a large framed picture of someone's ex
a collection of Neo-Pagan Goddess books for the Pope(like the Chalice and the Blade...) *giggle*

Yesterday at 4:48pm · Delete

Diane Heidt

1. An "Operation" game, to someone who has Parkinson's disease.
2. A pet tarantula, to someone who has arachnophobia.
3. Airline tickets to a person who is afraid of flying.

Yesterday at 4:53pm · Delete

SunTiger Xo

OMG you guys. This is utterly hilarious.

Marla - I'd hate to be the one handing that present to the nudist. LOL.

Gina ~ LMAO. A picture of someone's EX??? OMG. That's horrible and hilarious all at once....See More

Yesterday at 4:55pm · Delete

Mary Schroen Peterson

hey I'll play, can I repost this to my status?

Yesterday at 5:18pm · Delete

Marla G Mckee

Doug says:
1) a box of donuts for a diabetic
2)
3)
well, he couldn't think of any more....

Yesterday at 5:20pm · Delete

Marla G Mckee

by the way, my favorite is the "Operation" game for the Parkinson's person...tooo funny!

Yesterday at 5:21pm · Delete

Mary Schroen Peterson

Steak knives for a baby.
tent for someone who hates camping
clothes mom picks out for her 20 year old daughter
not as good as the earlier ones. love this though

Yesterday at 5:22pm · Delete

Michelle Corbett

1) a highlighter yellow poncho for a goth
2) a frilly pink shirt for a teenage boy
3) peanut brittle for someone with a nut allergy

Yesterday at 7:57pm · Delete

Christine Harrelson

Sleeping pills for a narcoleptic.
A baker's dozen of donuts for a Triskaidekaphobic
A nazi memorabilia collection for a Jew.

Yesterday at 8:00pm · Delete

SunTiger Xo

Mary Peterson ~ Absolutely. Plagiarize me anytime (truly). I hope you do it. Steak knives for a baby? That's just a frightening thought. LOL.

Marla ~ Tell Doug he's brilliant. Great (I mean terrible) gift idea!

Michelle ~ LMAO. Yellow poncho for a goth? ha hahaha. I'm glad I don't have a nut allergy (cuz you're one). Wayyyyyy too funny....See More

Yesterday at 8:56pm · Delete

SunTiger Now Blogging Elsewhere

2009-12-02T17:23:00.001-08:00

See me at http://SunTigerXO.blogspot.com

Thanksgiving Day Photos

2009-11-26T22:57:00.001-08:00

TRYING SOMETHING NEW . . . just uploaded Thanksgiving day photos (artsy ones) at http://SunTigerXO.blogspot.com. Let me know what you think.

New Moon - Twilight Movie & Book Series

2009-11-24T15:04:00.001-08:00

I went to watch "New Moon" at the theater yesterday, with my sister Kelly (pictured left, below). She utterly loved the movie, while Kelly has never read any of the books.

I have read the books and felt the beginning could have been planned much better -- such as the part where Bella is laying in the woods, grieving Edward's sudden departure. (Her acting just seemed to leave much to be desired, I wanted to see real GRIEF, not mere curling into a ball as though she was simply going to nap.)

Meanwhile . . . that's just my opinion. There was some really cool special computer animation and camera effects, such as how time went by in Bella's room and the werewolf phenomena. By the end of the movie I felt very glad I'd gone to see it.

REGARDING THE BOOKS: I loved book 1 (called "Twilight") more than the first movie. I hated how that first movie presented Edward as a stalking-predator-dominating personality who shows up in a young girl's room uninvited, long before she's expressed any interest in him. The book never did that. I couldn't put down the second book, "New Moon" either. By book three, "Eclipse," I began to feel irritated with Bella and wanted to shout. "Make up your mind already. Decide who you love and stop torturing the other man!"

There's just something terribly cruel about leading a man on, romantically, week-after-week and month-after-month when Bella seriously has romantic intentions for someone else, entirely. By book four, Breaking Dawn," when Bella's pregnant, nothing about Stephenie Meyer's writing makes sense. In nature, wild cats give birth to offspring born with fangs and claws but Bella can't carry a square-toothed "human" baby without having it destroy her entire body. That same book would have us believe that Jake only loved Bella because of the infant she carried, when he was obviously infatuated with Bella long before she ever became pregnant. DUMB-de-dumb-dumb!

All that being stated . . . I still think Stephenie Meyer is an entertaining writer. Her books are worth reading for that purpose -- even when I didn't always agree with the plot or story line.

Oh My Eyes. My VIRGIN Eyes! {Man Tree}

2009-11-21T14:46:00.000-08:00

On FaceBook, my friends and I are posting things we are thankful for. Below I've posted photos of a "Man Tree" that I often see when I'm out walking my two dogs, the pug, Artemis, and my dachshund, Freya. I'm particularly thankful for this tree because seeing it always makes me laugh.

Double-click the image to enlarge it (to fully appreciate its uniqueness)

Here's the view from "SIDE ONE"

Today, we had the pleasure of having Doug accompany us. It was the very first time I had the pleasure of introducing Doug to the "Man Tree."

Here's the view from "SIDE TWO"

Enjoy the humor of it all.

Photos taken by SunTiger on Saturday, November 21, 2009.

Got My New Calendar. Item's To Update!

2009-11-20T15:27:00.000-08:00

Updating your calendar for 2010? Here are some dates you might find handy to know. {Make suggestions if you think I need to add more dates to mine.}

2010 New Moon and Observance Phenomena

KEY: NEW MOON (NM) ~ FULL MOON (FM)

* Solar, planetary and season observances

JANUARY 2010
* Observance: Perihelion ~ Jan 3 (orbit point where Earth is closest to the Sun)

Jan 15 (NM) ~ Jan 30 (FM)

FEBRUARY 2010

* Observance: Feb 3 Imbolc

Feb 14 (NM) ~ Feb 28 (FM)

MARCH 2010

Mar 15 (NM) ~ Mar 30 (FM)

* Observance: Mar 20 = Vernal Equinox

APRIL 2010

Apr 14 (NM) ~ Apr 28 (FM)

MAY 2010

* Observance May 1 + Beltane/May Day

May 14 (NM) ~ May 27 (FM)

JUNE 2010

Jun 12 (NM) ~ Jun 26 (FM)

* Observance June 21 = Summer Solstice

JULY 2010

* Observance July 6 = Aphelion (orbit point where Earth is furthest from the Sun)

* Observance July 11 = Total solar eclipse

Jul 11 (NM) ~ Jul 26 (FM)

AUGUST 2010

* Observance Aug 1 = Lughnasad/Beginning of Harvest or Lammas/Loaf Day

Aug 10 (NM) ~ Aug 24 (FM)

SEPTEMBER 2010

Sept 8 (NM) ~ Sept 23 (FM)

* Observance Sept 23 = Autumn Equinox

OCTOBER 2010

Oct 7 (NM) ~ Oct 23 (FM)

NOVEMBER 2010

Nov 6 (NM) ~ Nov 21 (FM)

* Observance Nov 1 = Samhain

DECEMBER 2010

Dec 5 (NM) ~ Dec 21 (FM)

* Observance Dec 21 *Yule* Winter Solstice

*resource for solstices, equinoxes, etc:

http://aa.usno.navy.mil/data/docs/EarthSeasons.php

Reference for solar eclipse: NASA's website: http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/SEmono/TSE2010/TSE2010.html

Will My Home Be Haunted If I Shop Goodwill???

2009-11-16T08:50:00.000-08:00

While providing a house clearing for a highly valued repeat client this past weekend, I was asked what I thought about shopping at thrift stores such as Goodwill. Can someone purchase a gently used item that's haunted, bring that negative juju home by accident, and suffer poltergeist activity as a result?

My experience suggests it's much more likely to purchase negatively haunted items from an antique store than from a charity thrift store. Here's why: There's a whole lot of really good MOJO surrounding charitable thrift stores.

People who donate to charity (instead of throwing such items into a landfill) help limit the negative impact humans make on Mother Earth. Those individuals also tend to be socially conscious and their act of donating responsibly generates a whole lot of positive MOJO all by itself.
Purchasing items from a charity such as Goodwill means the shopping dollars help special needs groups. In Goodwill's case, every dollar spent helps train those with disabilities so they can work. (Even more good MOJO.)
Shopping thrift stores helps save the shopper's family money in a socially responsible manner (not in a way that fails to honor the artist or manufacturer of those items -- such as when shopping for products made by sweat shops).
Ever notice, inside a thrift store, how many shoppers like to sing with the piped-in-music or whistle in tune? Such human behavior seems to be rather unique to thrift stores -- I've yet to hear customers sing like that inside an antique store -- singing, in and of itself, is good MOJO.

Negative entities tend not to hang out in places where there's so much good MOJO floating around. In contrast, items at an antique mall are most often more highly priced/valued and therefore coveted (an emotion that could be perceived as negative). If a spirit wanted to haunt an item, that entity would very likely choose a family heirloom-type-of piece rather than something that the regular person would be willing to donate to a stranger or give to a landfill. If someone working necromancy wanted to direct haunting type energies into a piece of furniture, that magician would most likely choose an item destined for a particular residence, one so valued it would be unlikely to be given away easily.

That being stated? The head of David (pictured above) and the marble-top table he sits upon are two items I purchased second-hand. Here's what the back of his head looks like:

Wooden seagull (purchased from Goodwill) . . .
AND . . . just because I was out in my yard today, taking the above photos, I thought I'd also include images of colorful plants CURRENTLY in bloom in my yard; here in the greater Seattle area.

Strawberry: The seasonal changes in this plant show how incredibly cold it's getting already (which makes the very delicate flowering plants, photographed below, seem all the more amazing).

Hawthorn berries . . . (Doug and I planted this tree just two years ago).

Wow. Best Blog Award!!! Whoo Hoo!

2009-11-11T18:21:00.000-08:00

I feel so honored! Jennifer of Barefoot In The Sand fame has blessed "Sit For A Spell w/SunTiger" with a much treasured "Best Blog Award." In response, I am spreading the good MOJO and am now awarding 15 of my most absolutely favorite bloggers with the same badge of high honor.

Primarily? I'm presenting this honor to bloggers who regularly post the most fascinating and helpful/inspiring content to read. There are so many more blogs that SHOULD be named (that's where the recipients of this award come in).

IF YOU WERE GIFTED WITH THIS HIGHLY SELECTIVE AWARD:
Here's what you must do to collect it:

post the above image on your blog
publicize the name of the person who has granted this award to you
include a hyperlink to that person's blog
pass the award to 15 other bloggers that you have recently discovered and think are great! {NOTE: this takes a bit of time but it's very good MOJO and fun}
remember to contact the bloggers you've awarded to let them know they have been chosen for this award
thank the highly intelligent person who recommended you for this award by leaving a comment on their blog that you willingly accept the recognition

May you, dear reader, always feel honored for all that you do!

BLOGS I'VE CAREFULLY SELECTED FOR THIS OMINOUS AWARD:

Dolly And The Black Dog (one of my all-time favorite blogs on topics interesting Pagans): http://dollyandthedog.blogspot.com/
Where The Flowers Bloom (fun meanderings of a long time blogger/fun person). http://indigoblooms.blogspot.com/
Ghost Hunting Theories (very thought provoking site I just found here recently) http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/

ANIMAL RIGHTS BLOG

Animals and Animal Rights In The Media Worldwide http://animals-in-the-news.blogspot.com/

FUN BLOGS ON NATURE

First Nature Blog (mushroom of the month photos and much more!)http://first-nature.blogspot.com/
Balcony Gardening http://balcony-garden.blogspot.com/
Skippy's Vegetable Garden http://carletongarden.blogspot.com/
May Dreams Garden (current topic: composting!) http://www.maydreamsgardens.com/

BLOGS ON MAKING CRAFTS/COMPUTER ARTWORK

The Vintage Sage (folk art, vintage stuff, more) http://thevintagesage.blogspot.com/
Pumpkins and Toadstools (recipes, crafts, more!) http://pumpkinsandtoadstools.blogspot.com/
The Graphics Fairy (Free computer artwork) http://graphicsfairy.blogspot.com/
Old Photo Album (Free vintage photos) http://oldphotoalbum.blogspot.com/
The Vintage Goddess (awesome nostalgia) http://vintagegoddess.blogspot.com
Adventures of Raw Goddess (need yummy ideas for lunch? It might be here! Awesome photos.) http://rawgoddessheathy.blogspot.com/
Scrapping with Ikea (very artsy German lady who posts FREE computer templates, tips and fun videos/more) http://ikeagoddess.blogspot.com/
Nancy Sting Og Ting http://nancysstingogting.blogspot.com/

HONORABLE MENTION: (these are not getting the award for obvious reasons but they are very cool blogs, since I manage them myself. :-D)

Cyber Coven http://CyberCoven.blogspot.com
EARTH (pagan volunteers responding to emergencies in Northwest Washington state) http://paganresponders.blogspot.com/

So Thankful For My Son: Born 24 Yrs Ago Today!

2009-11-11T00:41:00.000-08:00

WHAT I FEEL INCREDIBLY THANKFUL FOR TODAY: November 11, 2009. 24-years ago, today, my youngest child was born. Truth is? I could never feel more proud of Greg/Onision. Watch his birthday video (hear him sing his own music; below) and, if you view this directly from YouTube you can see the amazing video responses many of his subscribers made for him in reply. Happy Birthday Onision!!!

Paranormal Halloween "What was that???"

2009-11-02T08:47:00.000-08:00

While attending a very fun Halloween party this year, I began snapping photos. Soon as I shot this one, below, something black moved in front of the children. This photo is completely untouched. I didn't even crop it! Meanwhile, you can see the black shadow with a small white orb, below.

Here's the very next shot I took (black shadow and orb are both gone). Notice the difference in how the young boy's feet nearly disappeared in the above photo, while you can see in the very next picture that he was wearing rather bright socks.

Click to enlarge any photo. Notice the shape of that black shadow? What does the shape look like to you?

Happy Halloween Dear Boils And Ghouls!

2009-10-31T12:16:00.000-07:00

To enlarge photo, click on it!

But That's No Reason NOT To Hire! {LOL}

2009-10-30T15:37:00.000-07:00

Let me share how difficult making money has become for providing intuitive readings on-line. At LivePerson, customers rate their intuitive reader on a 1-to-5 star basis. That means any newcomer can quickly see how legitimate a psychic's reading will be, or not, just by looking at how many stars she has.

Sadly, that rating system doesn't stop inquirers from insulting the talent and asking for free services, question after question after question. They regularly pose as legitimate customers and post questions for the readers on the public board for all to see.

Based on intuition, I knew that was exactly what this customer, below, was up-to (wanting something for nothing). So, feeling rather tired, nine hours after many other psychics had legitimately responded to his question, I decided to throw in my opinionated two-bits.

All content, below, is cut-and-pasted exactly as it was first written. Only the login name was changed to protect the not-so-innocent begger (who could afford to tip for the services he indulges in).

From: ThinksHesAllThat Date: 10/28/2009 6:56:12 AM [Eastern Standard Time]

I would like to request a reading about love and relationships. But I would like connection first.

From: Mystic SunTiger Date: 10/28/2009 2:57:15 PM [Eastern Standard Time]

Connection. As of 11:56 a.m. Pacific Standard Time you have not hired anyone yet. [That's my proof of connection.] Right now it feels as though you do not intend to hire.

From: ThinksHesAll That Date: 10/28/2009 10:15:26 PM

I have not hired because I am not desperate and it is not life or death situation and certainly I am not going to hire YOU!

{LOL} . . . just seems funny to me.

Good Parents Don't Allow Their Children To Scream In Public!

2009-10-29T08:21:00.001-07:00

Something that I regularly see happening in our society truly disturbs me. It's parents who allow their children to scream bloody-murder in public. The reason this annoys me goes way beyond the piercing high-pitched temper tantrums that create a lingering buzz inside the ears of all who felt obligated to listen to it until they could escape from the restaurant, grocery store check-out or wherever else the little monster was throwing his/her fit.

It's simply NOT in the child's best interest for parents to allow them to make loud noises in public. PUBLIC TANTRUMS TEACH CHILDREN:

Social ineptness (completely disregarding the feelings of others means the child will have difficulty maintaining lasting friendships and/or excelling later in career)
Bad manners (People adore well-behaved children and respond with good mojo to those that act with decorum. Spoiled brats, however, just generate a lot of negative juju all the way around and that social feedback is damaging to the child!)
Selfishness (teaching no self control or personal restraint means the child will seriously lack personal initiative and responsibility later in life).

PARENTS WHO ALLOW THEIR CHILDREN TO SCREAM IN PUBLIC ARE ALSO:

Socailly inept (not realizing other people have a right NOT to hear your brat scream)
Rude (good manners requires teaching your children to behave in public. A good parent also sets the example for treating others with kindness and courtesy.)
Selfish and lazy. Being a good parent takes work. It sometimes means you must walk your screaming child out to the car until s/he settles down. Being allowed to mingle in public is a privilege and children should be taught such!

Hopefully those parents who think they are just allowing their children to "express themselves" by misbehaving in public will instead learn to give that child a paint-brush. Let art, music, singing and dance be the modes most encouraged for self expression. Bad behavior just hurts everybody and helps not a soul.

The time to be your child's friend is when that child is an adult and fully independent. While you are raising a child, your highest obligation as a parent is to GUIDE and protect them (from the limits of selfishness as well as from potentially dangerous strangers). To help a child see the big picture, to consider how others around them feel, THAT is the parent's responsibility. Teaching such will help a child soar through adolescence and young adulthood.

New Pagan Responder Website: http://paganresponders.blogspot.com/

2009-10-25T10:07:00.001-07:00

My body is physically rebelling right now but it will only hurt until the pain goes away.

Yesterday I volunteered under the EARTH label at a sandbagging site. Turns out our predominantly natural dam (with only a few man-mad parts) has the earth literally falling out below and around it and the man-made portions are failing as well. Local governments are preparing all who live in the valley for a big flood scenario.

So we're sandbagging. Citizens are filling the trunks of their cars and pickup beds with very heavy bags and hauling them around with a sense of urgency -- to beat the typical heavy rain season here in Western Washington. It's been very rewarding to volunteer; even when I live in a much safer area up on a hillside myself (thank goodness for very strong intuition capabilties that made me insist on the hillside when we were looking for our house 5-years-ago).

Repeatedly I have had visions of the greater Seattle area all under water. In my visions I thought it was all water from the rising sound. Now, with the dam failing, I'm seeing the vision come closer to reality in a different way.

Unusual Shrub Growing Outside Stonhenge, WA

2009-10-18T13:54:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen this sort of bush before? Peeling back the black-outer-layer of the fruit (pictured) reveals a very hard nut-like shell. [Click on the image to enlarge the photo.]

The above pictured shrub grows just outside of the large Stonehenge monument located in Maryhill, Washington. For more pictures of that trip (that I took yesterday with my husband Doug and a couple of very fun friends) see http://CyberCoven.blogspot.com

Baby Polish Chicks

2009-10-18T11:27:00.001-07:00

Thanks To FaceBook

2009-10-13T14:14:00.000-07:00

As I alluded to, earlier, FaceBook has put me in contact with people I haven't seen in 300 million years. Below I am pictured (third from left) with girlfriends I haven't seen since the seventh, or ninth grade [depending on each gal-pal's story].

At first -- because of the fact that we attended church-school together -- I wasn't sure I wanted to go back in time and reconnect. I was worried that some crappy old dogma would rear its ugly head or the too familiar judgmental attitudes taught by our childhood church would surface.

Instead? The reunion stuff has all been refreshing and fun. I'm so thankful to be reconnected -- with such worth-while people who have evolved far beyond the dysfunction; even went through struggles similar to mine.

So Thankful I Was Never A Jerk

2009-10-07T18:03:00.000-07:00

FaceBook and other on-line networking venues are definitely changing the way people interact nowadays. It's certainly catapulting me into contact with a plethera of people from my distant past . . . some whom I had practically forgotten about; as we haven't seen each other since the eighth grade or longer.

Meeting my grade-school classmates has made me feel so utterly grateful that I never played the part of a complete jackass: not even while little. That saying about bullies? How they'll get their retribution? I think it comes back when the picked-on nerds grow up and no longer want to see or have anything to do with them.

The old saying: "Even a child is known by his doings" speaks to me every time I get together with long ago buddies who still shudder at the mention of a less-than-desirable memory's name.

So Excited. Thanks For The Clarity!

2009-09-30T12:04:00.000-07:00

The image, featured left, belongs to SunTigerMOJO.com

I need to expand my business, SunTiger MOJO, to offer other market-proved skills that I've learned throughout my lifetime (skills I've accumulated and provided professionally with great success).

I intend to reopen Tamoon Massage under the SunTiger name but instead of exposing myself to the things I loathed about providing table massage (e.g., putting lotion on hairy backs that's two inches long and paying a ridiculously high rent for my own office space) I will provide chair massage only where my valued customers can keep their clothes on. I will provide that service on a "have chair, will travel" basis and schedule myself to work at special events, etc.

I will also expand SunTiger MOJO to include a "writer for hire" option for small business and individual writing/editing services that need to hire a public relations guru for much less than what a large PR firm would charge.

That means . . . in addition to offering intuitive readings and hypnotherapy services, SunTiger MOJO will now also offer chair massage as well as freelance writing (drawing on my many years as a public relations guru there).

* I have got to update Washington state in regards to my business license now and I'll need to pay a lofty sum to insure my massage practice. Meanwhile, I feel very confident about where I'm going now, finally.

IN OTHER NEWS
I wrote a very comical story (a sort of "investigative report") on the very short term cocktail server position I worked last month. I'm now marketing it to the print media . . . will keep you posted on the success of that venture!

Fall Garden Photos

2009-09-26T11:03:00.000-07:00

Quickly . . . long before winter makes the whole garden decay like this wilted rose . . .I'm snapping pictures as quickly as I can . . .
I don't want to forget the beauty that September brought to my yard . . .
Below is PINK yarrow . . . pretty difficult to find. That's why I sometimes shop for plants on eBay!
Instead of lawn . . . I'm putting in such a variety of colorful ground-cover-plants.

Look sideways . . . I don't currently have any functioning photo editing software to flip this upright. [Note to self: do NOT take pictures sideways until you buy that tool!] This particular potted flower is called "Indian Tobacco" (and, yes, you can actually smoke it as such). :D

Crazy Acting: Hilarious Video. Ghost Caught On Tape

2009-09-23T13:40:00.000-07:00

Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know that I'm Onision's mom (of YouTube fame . . . seriously: the kid earns a living making videos). Anyway . . . he asked me to play a starring role in the following clip.

I play "Some Sorry Chick" (aka "Total Nut-Bag"). My job was to convince viewers that I was utterly and completely insane while Ghosts Caught On Camera investigated my home. Do you think I pulled "CRAZY" off well enough? [If so, it's all thanks to my oober-talented son/video director Onision.]

My husband Doug appeared as the disappearing phantom. Skye (my utterly gorgeous daughter-in-law) played a less-than-attractive side-kick for Onision. ENJOY!

WARNING: My film director made me swear a lot for this role. If you have children around please turn down the volume; even while cuss-words were bleeped.

Ever See A Plant This Gorgeous???

2009-09-23T09:57:00.000-07:00

I'mwilling to venture that you have never seen this purple plant with white berries before. That's because it's actually two herbs dancing together in my back yard (or perhaps I should say "overgrowing" together).

The berries are from a Washington native: Snowberry. Native Americans used to employ these little edible white gems for shampoo. They even taste like soap (so are not very pallatable).

The purple flowers belong to Russian Sage. I love observing this very aromatic herb grow so abundantly along my fenced-in-strawberry patch. The bees LOVED the sage flowers as well!

{Click on photo to enlarge it}

IN OTHER NEWS: I'll be teaching "Pendulum Dowsing & Divination" at 3 p.m., October 25th, at the Crescent Moon Gifts store in Tacoma. {Cannot wait!}

Happy Mabon! Tuesday. September 22, 2009

2009-09-22T04:35:00.000-07:00

For those who have no idea what "Mabon" is, see http://cybercoven.blogspot.com/.

What I'm Thinking About Right Now:
Ever notice how many sounds we completely ignore on any given day? We tend to ignore the clicking of the register, the hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of an old-fashioned clock. Yet when I zone in to actually hear the clock's ticking I am catapulted back into memories from my childhood.

I stand in my grandmother's bedroom. I can smell the clean scent of heavy quilts. I see her overstuffed mattress and the vintage dresser where she kept her wind-up alarm clock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

How will you and I utilize the seconds of our day today?

Lessons I've Learned From

2009-09-19T08:55:00.000-07:00

I have decided I'm definitely not going to keep this cocktail waitress job for long. I've learned incredibly-valuable lessons from it . . . lessons for which I am very thankful. At the same time, every time I enjoy the pristine outdoors and inhale, I can only smell the odor of so many casino ashtrays and realize how deadly this cocktail waitress position will become over time.

Interestingly -- this is the first minimum wage position (actually $1/hour below the state minimum wage: given that Independent Nations own the casino and do not have to follow U.S. Government guidelines for pay) that I have ever worked. Low pay in itself has been a valuable lesson. I have felt horrorified to learn how many people living in this abundant U.S. do NOT tip for high quality service; even when I have regularly engaged them and left them laughing when I sauntered away from their gambling machine with a smile of my own.

Strangely - as I observe the women (I specify the gender because there are no male cocktail waitresses where I work) who have served the casino for more than 5 years regularly seem very hostile and bitter. I have failed to find any semblance of kindness in many of them; in fact have found it difficult not to feel scathed by their ongoing acts of cruelty. Wielding those little cocktail umbrellas as a sword for self defense has offered very little protection.

A handful of experienced servers were very kind (thankfully) but my experiences of being at the receiving end of harassment has made me feel a very strong empathy for the lowest wage earners in our society.

If everybody could just do something they love for a living (e.g., if the bitter cocktail waitresses could find employment they actually enjoyed) all of Earth would be a much kinder-happier place. Meanwhile, I've realized that many of this nation's employees feel very STUCK in their employment due to debt they've incurred. This is the best reason I know of NEVER utilizing a credit card or buying goods that cannot be purchased with cash. Nobody wants to become a slave to THINGS that decay and need to be replaced with time.

Through my many years of raising three children as a single parent (and refusing to use a credit card) I have learned how to have a very good time for FREE. Being debt free {except for the house payment} these days means I am not obligated to work outside of my home . . . Because I am happily remarried to Doug (who works full time) I am free to write freelance, do psychic readings and perform house clearnings no matter how slow or fast my income might be.

May you, dear reader, also feel the freedom to pursue that which you love. May you also be willing to take risks: to experience life's opportunities and learn lofty lessons from them. May you be DEBT FREE; if not today . . . then in a short amount of time.

My Spiritual Beliefs {Always Evolving}

2009-09-17T21:13:00.001-07:00

I think NOT evolving is what is wrong with traditional religions today (why established faith systems feel so distasteful, stuck or judgmental at times). Once someone says "I believe in THIS doctrine!" It typically means they have stopped looking for other possible alternative explanations. Too often it means the magic of "wondering" disappears.

Instead? I tend to say (loosely): "My experience and observations make me think that this is what is happening but I'm constantly learning and experiencing new phenomena; expanding what I believed before."

Thus I can honestly say: My spiritual path is always evolving.

One simple example concerns observable ghostly phenomena: there could be a different explanation besides the idea that someone died & chose to stick around - which my experience suggests is sometimes the case. I realize many other possibilities could also create such "messages" or "images" from beyond. For example: a "departed" person might emit an energetic message from afar which APPEARS to us in ghostly-energy form. There are many more possibilities than even that . . . and I'm always learning new ways to look at the paranormal.

Why would I want to put all that excitement and wonder of what is presently unknown into a box and say: "this is how it is!" as though the world full of mystery could possibly be contained in a simple belief system.

P.S. The above photo was taken in the nearby woods (Washington state) where I felt a very strong Faerie presence. {Click on the photo to enlarge: examine the myst more closely}

New Job To Supplement Psychic Work

2009-09-10T22:09:00.000-07:00

I recently accepted a regular job. Not only has Doug's income decreased in this economy . . . but so had mine as customers no longer felt they could afford intuitive readings with their job losses, etc.
That being stated: I've learned some discouraging facts about casino waitressing and thought to share the "news" with my readers.

Many casino customers assume because non-alcoholic drinks are FREE they should not have to TIP the beverage server. Yet many casinos are run by Independent Nations which do NOT pay servers the state's minimum wage. That means beverage servers must live off the tips that customers pay them (or starve).

For the early morning casino shift, when nobody's yet awake for ordering double tequila shots or liquid cocaine (beverages with alcohol, for which customers must pay) a server can truly LOSE INCOME by delivering too many free non-alcoholic beverages (e.g., coffee, orange juice, soda) to non-tipping customers. They can lose money because many casino's enter into an agreement with their state to charge servers a designated income tax on the STREET VALUE of those so-called "free" beverages; regardless of what the customer did NOT have to pay.

I'm not kidding . . . cocktail servers can LOSE money by working very hard!

Create good karma. If you ever receive good service from a waiter/waitress -- make sure you tip according to the quality of service they provided (not by the stated value of some product). If you ever go to a casino and want FREE drinks without paying for service . . . then please utilize the FREE self-serve stations provided.

Pissing Off The Religious Right

2009-09-05T22:41:00.000-07:00

Why Pissing off the Religious Right Might Sometimes be Worth Your While

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by Tamoon Pearl (aka "SunTiger")

Surrounded by the aroma of warmed essential oils and the soft, trickling sounds of Feng Shui fountains, I breathed in the soothing atmosphere of the metaphysical herb store. Then I closed my eyes to take in the even softer, peaceful music playing in the background.

That's when my lover thrust a bumper sticker in front of my face. The rush of air from his movement instantly caused me to blink my eyes open, but the words on the bumper sticker were too close to read, and with a responsive backward thrust of my head, I banged against a picture that dangled from the ceiling, suspended on long chains. In an instant, I had fallen away from that soothing feeling of euphoria and crashed into the chaotic reality of the ordinary.

"You should put this sticker on the back of your pickup truck!" Hu innocently declared, and then began to laugh, not realizing that I had just hurt myself.

"Doing my part to piss off the religious right," I read out loud as I rubbed my scalp. "That's not funny. It's not even relevant to me."

"Well, maybe you don't think it's relevant, but really, it fits." he said, still chuckling.

The cashier grinned sympathetically at me, as if she understood what I was feeling from the very core of my being. Perhaps she, too, had been shunned for her pagan convictions, or perhaps she was picking up some vibes from me.

"I can see why you think that this particular saying is funny. Thank you for sharing it, but I would not feel right putting it on the back of my truck," I said.

"But it fits you," Hu insisted while thrusting it at me. He clearly was not taking the hint.

"Tell you what," I said, finally. "If you find a different bumper sticker, one that says, "Good thing the world sucks or we'd all fall off," let me know, because I'd like to purchase that one."

As Hu walked away, still clutching his treasure, he continued to chuckle, and that left me despising what he had found so incredibly amusing.

Just the previous weekend, I had driven to my niece's baby shower, and shortly after I sat down at the table with a handful of party nuts, a particularly large kernel--my cousin's wife Mary--approached.

Mary is the most troubled soul I know. She recently survived some horridly unfair and heart-wrenching treatments for breast cancer, and so I was not surprised when she began talking to me about Jesus non-stop. In my experience, the Christians who have always been the most vocal are the ones who recently exchanged drugs, alcoholism or child molesting for their religion. I've heard more than a few of them tell agnostics, Buddhists and earth lovers (like me) that they're all going to hell. That has always seemed to me to be way over the line of common decency. I don't know of any dark secrets from Mary's background, but she was still very pushy.

Out of respect for my niece, I did not protest and instead listened politely to Mary's stories, which ran together into what sounded very much like a sermon. The longer the stories dragged on, the more I tried to console myself with the idea that Christianity offered Mary relief from the most difficult of life's struggles.

After the 257th time that Mary verbally praised her Lord, however, I grew impatient. But before I could excuse myself from the table, Mary admitted that she had been leaving books written by her church's prophet in her doctor's office in an attempt to convert him.

Almost in the same breath, Mary revealed that during her last doctor's visit she had told her physician about her Lord, Jesus Christ (in excruciating detail, no doubt), and the man had finally admitted, "I just have to tell you, Mary, I am Jewish."

"Can you believe that?" she asked me with wide eyes and jaw dropped open. "There I was, pouring my heart out to him, telling him about my Lord and Savior, and he tells me he is Jewish!"

"What did you do after that?" I asked with as much solemnity as I could muster.

"I went and bought him our prophet's books that address the Old Testament. Jews believe in the Old Testament, don't they?" she asked.

With an overwhelming sense of empathy for the Jewish doctor, I nodded my head. That's when Mary took a moment to ask, "What church do you go to now?"

I hesitated with my answer. Surely she knew I was not Christian. Not only had I not been inside of a Christian church for more than a decade, but at that very moment I was wearing both a pentagram and an earth goddess necklace in plain view. What's more, my mother had openly prayed for me as a "fallen Christian" many times, and she had asked others, such as Mary, to pray for me as well.

Finally, because of Mary's persistence, I admitted that I do not attend church. Her instant mood change created an angry air around us so thick that if I had jumped off a skyscraper I would not have harmed myself upon landing.

Mary then began accusing me of all sorts of things, which should have been sufficient warning to find a quick escape, but, to be honest, I was tired of being the sponge in a one-way conversation, and I wanted to balance out the table a bit. So when she prodded, "But you believe in the Christian God don't you?" I politely answered--honestly--in the negative.

That's when she began to hurl words toward me like sharp javelins. I might have scored bigger points with her if I had tried to explain that while she believed in magic through her one god, I believed magic was everywhere, but I didn't say that. She continued her assault.

"Well, I just don't get it. Why are you not a Christian?"

"Because I'm smart," I finally blurted. Had I really said that?

Indeed, the words had rolled across my tongue more smoothly than the richest chocolate. Secretly, while I knew Mary did not appreciate it, I loved what I had just said.

Naturally, Mary's demeanor did not improve, and since I was not able to come up with a quick punch line I politely made an excuse to go stand in one.

Once I filled my plastic cup, I strategically conversed with others at the shower about everything from the weather to their relationships with their children.

While inciting anger through religious debate is one way Pagans can present new ideas to Christians, the process almost always turns unpleasant, and I'm convinced that it doesn't cause folks to open their minds to absorb new ways of thinking anyway.

Weeks later, in the metaphysical store, I considered Hu's bumper sticker once again: "Doing my part to piss off the religious right."

Maybe he was correct. Maybe that bumper sticker did fit, sort of. I still didn't like it. Why should my beliefs be so offensive to others that they would prefer I keep them hidden? It wasn't like "thinking" suddenly made me dangerous. I didn't go around pushing my ideals into folks like a grocery cart gone wild. I never volunteered information when it was not requested.

I did ask Christians to please not forward their biased and discriminating e-mails to me. In those situations, after I had repeatedly been bombarded with politically oriented Christian e-mails, I sent polite requests to remove my name from future forwarding lists.

"Why don't you just not say anything?" My beloved sister asked me one time, after I had responded to an e-mail broadcast that she had sent to encourage Christian prayer in schools. "Why don't you just hit the delete button?"

Hearing what I considered to be such a narrow-minded question coming from my highly intelligent sibling caused me to stop breathing. I felt as though I might even choke. How could it be that my sister, who is intimately familiar with my many scars from growing up in an ultra-conservative protestant Church, was insisting that I be silent and effectively pretend to be Christian? I fumed about the way she had never felt compelled to be silent regarding her faith, but wanted me to strangle myself in regard to mine.

Time has taught me to not expect others to accept my religion, and unless someone is intimately connected to me, they really do not need to know if I have a religion at all. At the same time, life has taught me that I'll never go back in my knowledge or faith (unless perhaps someone hits me upside the head until I become brain-damaged).

At the same time, since I am not willing to become a doormat for the closed-minded, I will continue to ask people not to push their will onto me. Out of respect for myself, I will continue to remind those who would overwhelm my e-mail account with their ceaseless evangelizing: "I'm not Christian, but thank you for bombarding me."

So if my actions of self-respect are what's pissing off the religious right, then blessed be. I still am not going to put that bumper sticker on my vehicle, because angering Christians is not my goal. What's more, keeping it up is a very wearisome task, and enduring the lectures that one gets in return is even more boring.

Tamoon Pearl is a mother of three and writes from Lakewood, Washington. A business writer by day and a news correspondent/freelance writer by night, she lives with three black cats and her youngest nestlings, ages 17 and 18. Her eldest, age 21, lives successfully on her own. Tamoon's collection of bylines mirrors her spiritual path as it progressed from the ultra-conservative Christian (in the 1980s) to purely business/news clips through the 1990s and into flagrantly green/pagan articles in the twent-first century. If this article impressed you in any way and you want to e-mail the writer, please contact her at tamoonpearl@yahoo.com or visit her Web site at www.tamoon.com

2009-08-20T17:35:00.000-07:00

Does anyone recognize the plant in these two photos? It just showed up spontaneously next to a native sword fern I rescued from a site that was slated for bulldozing. I'd really love to be able to identify it . . . to know all its designations and usages. (It was not visible when I rescued the fern but only sprang up from around it after I did the transplant work). Click on any photo to enlarge it.

UPDATE ON ME:
Life has been very busy. I feel very frustrated as stories from my distant childhood keep surfacing through connections made on FaceBook, etc. I seriously resent my Seventhday Adventist upbringing and yet I'm having to face my feelings about so much judgmentalism, etc., as people from that organization whom I respect attempt to reconnect with me.

Isn't it odd? How technology makes the planet feel so much smaller -- refusing to let go of any of us?

Frogs, Bees, Butterflies In My Yard

2009-08-11T18:14:00.000-07:00

Volunteering as a Watershed Steward and studying with the Native Plant Society has taught me many things about nature. First: the environment for plant growth does NOT need to be PERFECT for foliage to thrive. In fact - I have learned (from trial and error) that my cucumbers grow best in a well drained soil; such as in the rocky shaded area pictured below; where I've added significant amounts of rabbit manure and compost.

Allowing heaps of cut branches (e.g., from my mint plants and other invasive/rapidly growing foliage) to remain in a small pile means frogs now thrive in my yard. Because frogs are going extinct -- and simply because weed-killers and pesticides also kill other wildlife besides the invading undesirable plant . . . Doug and I never employ such. After five years of living here and attempting to restore our yard to a more natural habitat -- Frogs are now entertaining us daily (migrating here in numbers).
Can you see BOTH frogs (there are two of them) in this next photo?
With honey-bees being on the decline (I believe it is due to the extensive use of pesticides, but mostly due to climate change) I'm thankful for the bumble-bees that continue to pollinate our raspberries . . .
and my lavender plants . . .
and the yarrow-like flowers . . .
Can you find the grasshopper in this next photo? Hint: he's facing westward (with his tail pointing east). Click on the photo to enlarge it.
Grasshopper has been trying to tell me something lately. I still haven't figured out how to use the zoom on my camera . . .
meanwhile, grasshopper waited for me to put the camera lens right next to him.
See below . . . when he flies, he looks much like a black and white moth or butterfly . . .
Lovingly,
~ SunTiger

white light entering through the crown

2009-08-07T08:04:00.000-07:00

All matter is energy ~ Einstein
Energy cannot be destroyed ~ Science {A comforting thought when you consider what happens to our souls after death.}

I'd be willing to wager that some homosexuals hate seeing rainbow decals used as a symbol for diversity in sexual orientation. Yet growing tired over repeated exposure to something (e.g., to a rainbow sticker) will never diminish the magnificence that such phenomena has when it appears naturally as that great color spectrum arching across the sky.

Similarly -- I often grow tired of the seemingly superficial "wows" that escape so many uninformed lips when such individuals have merely scratched the surface of chakra and color reality. My boredom evolves from some teachings that are so far from the most magnificent truth of such incredible phenomena that they lack any power.

Scientifically we know that every color vibrates at its own unique wavelength. That's how we humans discern color: our human brains work like receiving antennas that are able to interpret the various vibrations and convert those into shades of vibrant tone and hue.

MEANWHILE: There are many colors that vibrate outside our realm of human reception. (Just ask any broadcast major: many more colors exist than what we know, commonly). Because we do not visually see these colors with the naked eye -- it does NOT in any way negate the reality that those unfamiliar colors exist. We simply do not pick up on them without additional equipment.

At the same time . . . that is exactly how I would explain paranormal phenomena. Some of us are able to pick up more vibrations/frequencies than others, naturally, and that is what being "gifted" is all about. Thankfully, science has begun to stop acting like an ultra-conservative and close-minded religion and is now starting to explore such phenomena in a more scientific manner. (There are so many exciting truths we have yet to learn.)

SIDE NOTE: HOW I HAVE PERSONALLY USED COLOR
While a puppy, my little dachshund, Freya, would occasionally feel very nervous in spite of how seemingly still things seemed at home. She would find a corner where she would sit and shakes violently. Whenever that happened, I would get her bright red baby-blanket and would wrap it around her. The shaking would always stop immediately. My assumption on why the red blanket helped is that red correlates with the root chakra: which regards our feeling safe and secure.

There are MANY ways to use color for health. If you've gone through a break-up or suffered a great loss: wear green (the color of the heart chakra). To give yourself confidence in speaking in public? Wear sky-blue (the throat chakra color). Many ascended masters have employed white as a color to enhance their spiritual perception . . .

Try it! Visualize a great white light entering your body through the crown of your head.

2009-08-06T08:34:00.000-07:00

When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us। ~ Alexander Graham Bell

Happiness: A State of Mind

2009-08-04T21:08:00.000-07:00

No matter what talents, gifts, interests (e.g., psychic ability or magical proficiency at Hogwarts) we may harbor, all bloggers are merely human (aka: "muggle-born"). At least, so far, I have not met a single bonafied vampire blogger; quite disappointedly. We ALL must endure our human struggles and frailties.

As a gardener, I often force myself to go out to put my hands in the soil to combat feeling disappointed with things. Some days -- my life just does NOT feel magical enough . . . it misses that element of pizzazz and wonder. Then I find myself doing divination just to feel connected to the Spiritual/astral realm.

Considering that happiness can be a state of mind, I wonder how nice would it be to thoroughly identify with Luna Lovegood's outlook on life: to declare "I think I'll go have some pudding" whenever Nargles steal every pair of shoes so that you are left wandering around barefooted (even while looking up at a pair that dangle over the rafters by their laces).

SIDE NOTE: I went and saw the most recent Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince,with the first part being shown in 3-D (at the Boeing Imax theater/Seattle) this weekend. I liked the movie much better than the book: which I loathed due to the tragic ending. The movie presented everything after I read the last book: so I was more accepting of this movie's outcome, I think.

Everywhere I Go: There's Magic

2009-07-25T21:38:00.001-07:00

Without revealing client specifics -- I feel so much more confident in my psychic forecasts now verses when I first starting doing this work professionally. Certainly I always believed in my abilities, but to have real confidence requires a track record that only time & experience can provide. Lately, I've received so much confirmation on the accuracy of my short and longer-term forecasts that my heart now burns within me. With so much joy -- I feel totally in my niche as a psychic.

IN COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NEWS [More Pertinent To The Moment]:
This blogger (same woman who challenged Kent's laws in 2007 to allow backyard chickens - and won) now has her famous chicken coup EMPTY! Doug and I drove to Enumclaw to sell the last of our hens this morning and on the way we enjoyed a closer view of Mountain Ranier.

The mountain looks very different today than it did when I was a kid growing up in the greater Seattle area. For one thing, there's a lot more snow covering the entire mountain (inspite of this being the heat of summer). For another, there's no bowl at the top anymore (not like I remember it). These changes in appearance make me acutely aware that this attractive landmark is a VOLCANO . . . scientists remind us that earthquakes are happening inside Mt. Rainier every day!

Just inside Enumclaw, Doug and I entered a little-known but deeply fascinating gem that few from Seattle know about.
The Branding Iron Cafe is an old-time farmer's restaurant located inside the Enumclaw Sales Pavillion. Similar to Hogwarts -- there are such fascinating patrons here who are seldom if ever seen in the big city. Eating here makes me feel like I've stepped into some sort of time warp and traveled back in time.
If you didn't spot the chef, standing in the photo above (near the wall clock) you can see him below through the kitchen window. [Click on any of my photos to see the enlarged version.] I really liked the way the gentleman in white, below, cared about how fine he dressed and wish this pictured showed off his expensive shoes.
Just outside the cafe, musicians played real old-twangy sounds for country music (think: Loretta Lynn, Johnny Cash, Dwight Yoakam songs). Their efforts really make eating at The Branding Iron an extra special treat on Saturday mornings . . . LIVE MUSIC!
A variety of musicians (male and female) take turns singing at the microphones. I haven't heard any of them sing off-key and sitting to listen makes me tap my feet while walking by the stage makes me want to dance.
This next photo shows what it looks like inside the auction for small animals (where they primarily sell chickens, ducks, and rabbits and occasionally doves, etc). I've traded many pets here throughout my lifetime. Sitting at auction always gives me the opportunity to meet farmers and hear someone else's hen-raising experiences.
Finally -- this last photo which is totally unrelated to the above images -- is simply a cool-looking chandelier that I saw inside a random store at Southcenter mall the other night. [I thought to share it because it looked otherworldly - like it belonged in a vampire's lair or something .

White Bails Of Alfalfa Floating In The Sky

2009-06-17T10:32:00.000-07:00

In my vivid dream last night, I joined the military to be with my physically fit Air Force daughter, Joanna (pictured, center).

In that dream, we were attending a large training event together and stood alongside an athletic track and field . That's when I noticed, floating up in the sky like clouds, many solid white bails of alfalfa. I pointed them out to everyone (completely marveling) but everyone seemed to just shrug as though I were stupid. "You're in the military now. Seeing things like that is nothing special."

After the floating straw and alfalfa bails disappeared inside a space ship, I saw small wooden buildings floating up there and they also appeared to be solid white. That is -- until one structure in particular landed softly in the precise spot it was destined for; nearby. That's when the whitewash faded away and I realized it was made from antique-looking wood. It looked a lot like an old fashioned out-house but had electronic equipment inside and a microphone. Turned out, it was a karaoke stand; destined to be part of the festivities.

One of the reasons the Air Force required recruits to do so many push-ups was to build strength in the shoulder muscles. That was important because all airmen had to learn to morph into ravens -- and passing the exam meant you had to fly with just one arm or wing (which required enormous strength in the shoulder joint).

While sharing this dream with Doug, he asked me "what does it mean?"

As a psychic and dream interpreter, I realize that so many dreams come to us simply to emphasize a thought or emotion we feel during the day (usually a feeling we haven't fully acknowledged, consciously). I know this particular dream regards the way I regularly marvel over simple things (e.g., the magic in my garden or the pleasure I find from living vicariously through my children's many wondrous adventures). Joanna is currently in Morocco doing the French language immersion thing and I love reading her emailed stories and seeing the photos she uploads on FaceBook.

Talking to anyone about such things (what my children do - or about seemingly magickal plants that appear spontaneously in my yard without any effort on my part) only causes them to go into a blank stare. It's as though what I feel is "magickal" is simply common or boring to them.

How can watching children (that a woman birthed) and observing them mature into responsible and respectable adults be regarded as anything but spectacular?

No Matter How Bad A Day Gets - There's Always Good In It

2009-06-15T08:22:00.000-07:00

A very dark cloud hangs over this family. I feel angry towards doctors who kept telling my brother & sister-in-law, my spouse, etc., that Mac would get better. I kept feeling he'd be better off staying home with his horrid headache, where he would die in peace, but sometimes (as when you're an inlaw) it's best to keep your mouth shut and to "just let life take its course." Doug knew how I felt and he agreed with me, but the family still wanted to do everything they could for Mac and doctors kept offering them so much promise.

After three surgeries, multiple cat and heart skans, Mac has only gotten worse (with each one). Yesterday, he could barely open his eyes long enough to shut them again -- even while his brother and nephew drove down from Canada to be with him. Repeat seizures since last night's visit have made it pretty clear that this particular life cycle is near its end. Surgeons may have repeatedly told us that their ridiculously expensive interventions would "save" the sick . . . but it was only an illusion we clung to -- to comfort ourselves.

Perhaps when Universal Health Care takes over -- when doctors no longer must pay homage to pulling in the almighty dollar -- people will receive more honest feedback from our health-care providers. Perhaps more decent people will die at home, instead of with feeding tubes and I.V.s amongst numerous contagious diseases.

Doug and I keep working very hard to stay upbeat and to take emotional/mental breaks. We went estate sale shopping yesterday and found a good set of paddles to go with the rubber canoe I bought from the G.I. Joe store that's going out of business. This floating set of aluminum-handled paddles cost $2. The reprieve Doug and I felt for finding them (after weeks of looking for such)? Priceless!

On some level, I'm realizing the estate sale (where someone just died) means that even our moments of joy are surrounded by death . . . When I'm hired to do a house clearing? Same thing.

I have become so very sensitive to "energy" that when I cleared this last home where I was hired, I went into the attic and my skin seemed to crawl. I was picking up on really stressful energy that I described as "non-human." It felt like death eaters had been there . . . after smudging the place, and purifying it with sweet grass -- I found a dead bird in there. I'm beginning to think about death a lot and feel as though after any sort of death, there's a time when death-eaters come.

Let me ask you this. How many times have you shuddered to pass road kill? It does not happen EVERY TIME you pass a carcass. Does it! That makes me wonder if some sort of death eater is present when I experience that shudder. What's been YOUR experience??? Would that analogy make sense to you?

Hell Is The Hot Place To Be But A Hospital's NOT!

2009-06-12T07:36:00.001-07:00

"Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day." ~ Harry S. Truman

Turns out, going to the hospital, when you're sick, is a lot like doing just that (kicking a warm turd, spitting into the wind, farting in the car with all of the windows rolled up). Now that 79-year-old Mac has been in the hospital for a full week, he's caught both pneumonia and MRSA. Hospitals are sealed up like those inflatable bouncing houses: the perfect environment for spreading turdy-germs around.

Some day, when our grandchildren are grown, they will look back on these times and talk about how barbaric was our efforts in "modern medicine" with all the invasive and contagious procedures; killing most of those who sought help. Throwing a bunch of really sick and some contagious people into the same building when their immune systems were already under attack just seems idiotic to me.

Doug and I both have living wills. This experience is convincing me even further that I never want a feeding tube implanted in my body: just poison me at home already! (I.e., if it looks like I'm about to die anyway). People can live 30 days without eating. Mac's MRSA is where they inserted the feeding tube: through his nose. Precious, helpless, man. Poor hurting family.

As a society, we need to overcome this idea that "I am my body." We must stop with the cosmetic surgery to delude the masses into thinking we are younger than we are (and ourselves into thinking we will live in this flesh forever). We are so much more than mere flesh! We should NOT fear death so that we try to stay confined in this package longer than optimal. When that mental transition is made -- when people start being more "real" and connect with their spiritual aspect on a more authentic level, we as a society will no longer be willing to bankrupt families. We will no longer tolerate doctors who approach healing as though their job is to shoo death away at all costs.

Mistaking Ghosts For Faeries

2009-06-09T20:46:00.000-07:00

WHY WE'VE BEEN AT THE HOSPITAL:
My father-in-law is very sick. Last Thursday he ended up in the hospital for a hematoma (brain hemorrhage). The surgeons drilled a hole in his skull to drain some blood through a tube they left dangling from his head all the way down to his abdomen like some sort of holiday decoration with a plastic purse for collecting blood at the end. The next day after putting in the tube, however, the surgeon decided Mac needed to go back into surgery where he could use a bigger saw, since Mac reportedly had a cranial blood clot (and they needed to remove it). Then, today (a couple of days after his SECOND surgery) Mac suffered a stroke.

THE INTERESTING PART:
Long story short -- Doug and I have been spending a great deal of time at Tacoma General Hospital lately and we've felt pretty distracted, mentally and emotionally out of concern for him. Tonight, at about 6 o'clock, we walked to the hospital's "J" wing to take the elevator up to the sixth floor; waiting area. An unfamiliar man was standing outside the elevators nearby and he stepped through an open entrance but the doors closed before we could get there. Neither Doug nor I wanted to push the "up" button right away because we didn't want to interfere with that man's ascent. So we waited about three seconds before pushing the elevator button.

The exact SAME elevator door opened. Doug felt bad about it; as though we had not waited long enough to push the button. Yet when we stepped inside that elevator no man was there.

It really freaked Doug out. He kept looking around the elevator for an escape door or hatch. Since there was no rear door, Doug could not believe he saw a man walk in the elevator and watched the doors close. He kept asking me: "You saw him too. Right?"

I had seen the man -- but I assumed, after he disappeared, that he was a Faerie. After all, I'm regularly seeing strange phenomena. You can imagine my amusement with the way Doug seemed to marvel so much over what seems pretty ordinary phenomena for me.

What's interesting to me, is a few hours later, Doug was still disputing what I said about the man. "I don't think he was a Faerie. I think he was a ghost!"

I thought about it -- and have to admit my husband is right. I don't know why I assumed the spirit was from the Faerie realm except I've usually seen such spirits in my garden and such. In the past when I've seen ghosts they were semi-transparent and this man looked completely solid -- like a living person.

Long story short . . . I feel blessed to have seen him and I feel even more pleased that my spouse was finally able to see something paranormal happen while in my presence. The "ghost" had a stocky build. I didn't pay too much attention to how he looked, dressed in brown, because my thoughts were on Mac and his health situation . . . yet Doug's description of him and mine definitely matched.

Couple of Mexicans Sleeping In My Back Yard

2009-06-03T10:14:00.000-07:00

Tachycineta bicolor, a little bird that winters in Mexico, Central America and the Caribbean (a bird also known as "Tree Swallow") has made a nest inside a little yellow bird house in my back yard.

Since they usually nest near water . . . I'm wondering if they thought our little koi pond was large enough for them (the nearest lake is a mile away and the nearest creek is about 5 blocks down the road).

I keep seeing the pair carrying grass and small twigs to the bird house. They're REALLY working hard at making their home comfortable . . . as I've seen them coming and going with bedding material for the past couple of days now. Since these birds eat a lot of harmful insects, they're more than welcomed in my yard. Meanwhile, I'm also happy to share my raspberries, strawberries, cherries, and all other forms of fruit with them (food offerings that Doug and I now have growing in our yard; that's not to mention all the wild gooseberry, elderberry, huckleberry and native currants I planted to attract wildlife as we also sustain ourselves with fresh and canned sweets to eat through the winter).

I was trying to research the ancient totem animal message from "tree swallow." Meanwhile . . . all I could find was information about the swallow in general. According to "Animal Speak" by Ted Andrews, the swallow "often shows up when you are allowing yourself to rehash old issues and problems and not move on. Its an indication you need some perspective."

I look forward to watching the tree swallows all summer and learning what this visitor has to teach me. I feel thankful they chose to share my home. I wonder where, exactly, they wintered and will have to meditate on that to learn more. (While I wrote the above title to be cute. Meanwhile, intuitively I actually "get" these two birds were most recently living in the Caribbean.)