Ghost Town

Or: a peak in (literally) every corner of the room

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Since I originally posted this (October 22, 2025), what I talk about has escalated, a lot . . . and the visions of energy/people wandering through our apartment and car and wherever we happen to be "continues" . . . along with all that

the "information" about dead people + past lives and how my own personal brand of clairvoyance "works" has also gone up . . . a lot

like every week . . . every -- single -- week

also, after "shopping for dead people" nonstop for close to 50 years, I have finally (seemingly) broken the code for how to see them for myself and have given up trying to prove "who" (my mania of days past)

and am content with proving them to myself and me alone

I do believe I "know" who I was, when and where, for LOTS of past lives and have my normal array of photo overlays and astrological maps, etc

but I am "being told" to keep this to myself and focus, professionally, on pointing out what I see about how it "works" and quit using myself as a benchmark

focusing, instead, on just being as clairvoyant, in every conceivable way, I can be and letting THAT be my "proving ground"

but, I get stronger (so it would seem) at seeing everything now and as a professional psychic, getting more and more psychic every day (after doing it for over 50 years and professionally for almost 40)

this has to be kind of a "good thing"

so, with the caveat that the number of "house guests" here with Angela Marie and me, has "gone up", I offer, once more

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"Three Ghosts Try to Explain Physics: Or: Another Typical Day"

yeah, this is probably true for you, too

you see Samurai at various points in your apartment — you have your primary Samurai — let’s call him Heiro

and then other Samurai, too — of course; typically they stand in formation . . . for us, that means along the wall in front of the three-paneled Buddha photo and the God awfully uncomfortable black couch, that looks great but is (how best to say this) . . . STIFF

you also probably have, as we do, Samurai who will show up in your bedroom, too . . . because, sometimes (playful little scamps that non-corporeal entities tend to be) things will “touch you” or poke you or cause weird lights to go off or, a constant I’m sure for you, too

make loud noises go off from within the refrigerator or trash bin or just “cause” various thumps and bumps here there and everywhere

are these normal ??

or not ?? easily explainable . . . or not ??

not sure about the noises (or what might “cause them”), but being “touched” over and over, I am pretty confidant THAT’s (somehow) “otherworldly”

to make it even more “every day”, Heiro and some of the “primary protectors”, who have now moved into in our bedroom, because Angela makes a point — even more so now, since she lives with a human poltergeist, to “ask” for spiritual protection so we’re not poked by “unseen hands” at 3:15 am

will “change clothes” which Angela has figured out is code, because of the colors, for who (or what) is going to “show up” within the next day or so

they, also, ALL seem to like her (better) so if she asks me “how many Samurai?”, which she does . . . I will (without fail) see a “larger number” immediately AFTER she (in her head) “asks for them”

hmmmmm

this happens, probably in your every day life, as well . . . every single time

every time

Angela seems to think I have “avoidance issues”, though, when it comes to acknowledging the dozen or so Japanese Samurai and Aztec Goddesses or assorted people, from various points in time or space, who occasionally “pop by” with some type of “coded” message I’m guessing is meant for me to “decipher”

for myself, since if I didn’t put up 5000 layers of “filters” — perhaps true for you, too

my life would be like Fantasia on acid 24 hours a day so, for me, seeing ghosts or auras or clogged chakras is not all that exciting

but, now that they seem to think I’m “available”, they are wandering through the apartment, or the back seat of the car, or wherever . . . all the time

literally

anyway, like me, you (too) probably also have this as a daily thang, but last night I came out to the living room, since they were poking us in the bedroom and Angela wanted me to “assure them”, I would talk to them

LATER

. . . ideally within “posted office hours” (that end at 10 pm, EST)

to see three “entities” standing, together, in the dining room, in front of the black mirror, above the seated Buddha . . . (including my old standby “dude”, William, a dapper gentleman in cream colored suits who wears spats and looks a whole lot like the novelist Tom Wolfe)

who wanted to give me some additional “insight” into something

as an aside, entities either can’t tell time or their fucks given for waking us up is “minimal”

one or the other

back to my three “visitors”; along with “William” was a woman with dark black hair and, between them, a precocious looking young Asian girl, who appeared to be around 8-10 years old

normal, every day . . . happens all the time, stuff — but these three, together, are new

last night, in trying to “see” what they were “showing me” — which appeared to have something to do with past lives and the nature of TIME

and why I “see” sooooooooooooooooo many past lives — visions, btw, that “confuse me” (a lot) and make it more complex for me to figure out (at least for myself) who goes where, who is REALLY ME and why (and how) it might be possible (or NOT) to have some type of connection, at whatever level, with all these dead actresses from the 1930’s !!

anyway . . . they began showing me two pegs that were connected by what appeared to be a copper wire . . . after making sure I saw the two connected pegs, they added a third peg and then a fourth and then connected all four pegs together with the same type of “wire” so that all four individual pegs were now both connected, yet still able to stand alone as single pegs on a board

somehow, too, I began having the “thought” (because, sad to say, “guides” don’t, or won’t, or simply can’t, evidently just say what’s on their minds and move on) that these 4 wired pegs were somehow related to past lives — still, the morning after, “unclear”

and from that image, I was shown, on what looked a lot like the palettes an artist would use for paint, these “4 stringed palettes” began stacking themselves, one upon the other, in a format that looked a bit like how toys might be arranged to allow for something on the top palette to gently flow down to the one immediately beneath it

as I sat there, trying to understand what I was seeing, the thought (again) “came to me” that this format must be related to spiritual entities who were, in some way, interdependent with one another and that there was, again in a way I was too dense to understand

a harmonic layering of these four cornered pegs that is, somehow, a metaphor for the ways in which past lives “work” and how physics (think a watered down form of “string theory”) intersects with spirituality through things like: time “folds” and non-locality of consciousness and (another fun concept) “retrocausality”

time is experienced, within each successive life time, most typically (NOT always, but almost always) in a straight line — one event or thought after another, no clue as to what might come next but a cognitive foot print somewhere as to all that’s come before

but, according to what I saw last night (as well as how I’ve come to understand it over the past 45 + years), time is not really an experience, when thinking about past life “memories”, that always precedes in a strictly linear fashion

it’s like a series of plateaus with falling water and the individual points are, somehow, firing simultaneously, so that one can either incarnate in multiple bodies at the same time OR experience multiple input points at the same time, regardless of where these inputs might (seemingly) originate

translation: at the higher, you can hear the dog whistle while others cannot, point(s), one can experience the feelings and get vague clues as to the emotions and memories from OTHER lifetimes

whether these are, in the most literal sense, a specific past life of your own

or not

or are happening right now OR at some time “in the past”; it (literally) makes NO difference

. . . Mind = Blown

Past Lives are, in this model, not tied to linearity or singularity or even, in the most classical sense, to specificity in causality

I can, as an example, be experiencing and feeling the thoughts of another, live and 3D, right now, as well as share cells that exist both within me and him/her/they at the exact same time

I realize this sounds kind of crazy but that is what “they” (to me) seem to be showing me

so, perhaps, my seeing/feeling them is not solely a visual experience but, in some crazy way a reversal, or sideways glimpse, of Heisenberg’s Indeterminacy Principle, suggesting the visual act, at a “high enough” level . . . somehow CREATES a shared, yet still singular, cell that is within, again literally, both of us, at the same time

for me, as a jacked-up type of Clairvoyant, if I even look at a photo of a prospective past life (and the prospective match looks like me and has astrology that is compatible with my own)

I will start focusing on that particular person at which point, no matter who they are

I can, (then) literally, feel and remember that specific lifetime . . . and have those feelings and memories impact ME

right now, even though this is not possible (in a linear, one day follows the next) “way” within the accepted modes of thinking when it comes to both (a) time and "(b) past life “mechanics”

time, therefore, is not a strictly linear constant because within the folds of the model presented, various singular points are being “lit up” by the same causal agents at the same point in space/time (and experienced, at a micro-level) regardless of who, where, and how much

they seem to have in common; this commonality somehow exists, whether this be prior to incarnation or within the act/action of “seeing them”

put another way: am I, because I’m experiencing these emotions (since they resonate so closely with me and my own “emotions and memories”) when I “think about them”, somehow creating a casual link between us

is this possible ??

or simply madness and a failure, on my part, to understand

there must (one would think, as well) be some external point at which each of these lifetimes and sets of experiences “intersect” — is that because of a shared point of origin or a “pull” (kind of like, as one possible example, gravity) that is bringing these two lives together in a fractal form that pushes forward in space/time to a singular, sub-atomic, point

a point of intersection as well as a point of shared happiness

for in the creation of shared consciousness exists, concurrent with all of it, a merger of two separate hearts that are brought together in a form greater than a common vision or a shared set of experiences

it is beyond having “things in common”

this model suggests a merger at a DNA level, a blending of energy, a union

the Alchemical Marriage — Coniunctio

the Philosopher’s Stone, the Pearl of Great Price

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three ghosts, “appearing” to me in the wee hours, showing me a model and “giving me” the glimpse of what it all might mean

a shared consciousness, across time/space locality, across causality, linking

two individual yet, now, conjoined spirits

and, in this conjunction, the opportunity to regenerate cells as well as reprogram emotions

past lives are not just something we did “before”; the energetic imprint is both constant and highly fluid

it is also a catalyst for connection and, through connection,

self-regeneration

it is possible, then, not only to heal yourself but also heal, even if at a micro level (all healing is cumulative) some other energetic “pulse”

there is a reciprocity in life and in this model, that reciprocity is suggesting, as I “look at it”, a possibility to create a better world and heal, though an alignment / aligning of emotions

right now

our connection with this cellular memory — and the links created that tie them together . . . are creating a shared cellular “birth”

and, so long as memories and emotions can create cellular regeneration, no one can, literally, ever die

the memories and the emotions and the ability to “grow new cells” (whether these be ones of consciousness only or a physical “form”) mean that Death does not, as an absolute value

exist

this is what my three late night visitors are telling me

you (and I) can regenerate our cells through shared / “common” emotional connections, whether this be with a partner or child or loved one of any type . . . as well as through interlinked pockets of consciousness, that exist both before and during our current time(s) here

Reincarnation may not work as we tend to imagine but it is REAL nonetheless

so, too, eternal life . . . in whatever form that may take