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It’s been nearly two years since I posted here!
Maybe it’s time to write again… ūüôā

Its a matter of shifting your focus just a little bit, away from the reality that is in front of you and more towards the wave of energy that brings it into being. ‘Reality’ is just the surface of a deep, expansive ocean… the result, really.

You receive inspiration and direct thought from your higher self / source / guides / angels every single day. Learn to distinguish between the transmission and receiving of thought and you will notice this higher communication has always been with you.¬†It is¬†often missed because it comes to us in our own ‘voice’… blends right in.

If you take a moment to distinguish the difference between transmission and receiving, you can feel that most of your thought is transmission… an¬†ongoing, outpouring¬†in¬†reaction to current circumstances,¬†the replay of¬†recent events, and the¬†desire for change.¬†Incoming thought is less frequent. It is clear, simple and often provides solutions to problems you’ve recently been pondering.

Try offering less thought… as the mind quiets, incoming thought will stand out more.



I’ve been hesitant to post this for months now, but here goes…

In early October, I¬†was asleep in my bed when I awoke in the middle of the night. I was laying on my back, my husband beside me to my right. Suddenly, my right arm raised up in the air, reached over my husband and started making these strange gestures. Thing was, I was not the one moving my hand! It wasn’t me! I was watching it happen, but I was not doing it. It was like my hand was possessed and moving of its own free will, like it was casting a spell on him!

After a few moments, my arm went back to rest at my side. But then my left arm raised up. My hand moved to just above my abdomen and started to gesture and swirl. The weirdest thing about it was that I had no reaction… I just watched it happening and when it stopped, I rolled over and went back to sleep like nothing happened.

As I rolled over to sleep, the name Gabriel popped into my head.

The next morning, I’d forgotten all¬†about it. Something I saw online reminded me, so I googled ‘Gabriel’. Many of you may know this already (I didn’t), Gabriel is the Archangel that appeared to Mary, foretelling the birth of Jesus.

I had had 2 dreams of pregnancy and a possible allusion to ‘baby’ in a recent psychic reading, but was in denial that I could actually be pregnant… reason being, I’d been¬†trying for 8 years unsuccessfully and had given up¬†believing it could be. I hadn’t used birth control of any kind in 13 years and not one pregnancy! I really truly believed I could not get pregnant. So when the dreams came, I dismissed them.

But when Gabriel came, possessed my hands and made strange magical gestures over my husband and myself, I decided it was time to do a home pregnancy test. It was positive and today I am 18 weeks pregnant with a girl. I am often still in disbelief about it.

Let me make this clear, though, I am¬†not a religious person and I am in NO WAY implying that this baby has anything to do with Jesus. I have been communicating more and more often with spirit in the past months, but the use of religious symbolism really surprised me. I do feel this pregnancy is a miracle though. ūüôā

Here she is at 11 weeks along. Until I saw her on the monitor, I was convinced I was making it all up!


I’ve been meditating. Everyday. Several times a day. And I can feel the momentum building… a momentum of presence.

And I have been reading, although reading so often leaves me wanting.

After hundreds and hundreds of pages on Indian Yogis and the proper¬†scientific practice¬†of meditation and yoga, I came upon something really powerful. Simple and powerful. And humorous. Hundreds of pages describing complex techniques, intense discipline, practiced to perfection… it all felt silly and unnecessary to me, like patting the head while rubbing the belly. And then came the chapter on Samyama.

The emotion that came as I read the first few paragraphs on Samyama were so powerful I had to put the book down and just cry and cry and laugh. No exaggeration, it felt like I had discovered what I had been searching for my entire life. Here it was and it was so simple! And something I already knew! (Of course!)

I’m going to sum up Samyama in my own words, because in going back and re-reading the original text, my overwhelming sense it that it can be so much simpler than described there.

It starts¬†with the basic stillness found in meditation. You do not need years and years of meditative practice, or even hours and hours. Once you’ve found that calm silence (could be your first time)¬†Samyama can be utilized.

From that state of calm silence, gently pick up a word that represents your desire. Just one word that represents a powerful intention. Let’s start with Love. You are in silence, you pick up the word Love, hold it just long enough to feel it and then let it go, go back into silence. Stay in the silence for a bit (maybe 10-15 seconds). Pick up the word Love again, hold it until you feel it, let it go back into the silence. Repeat as many times as you like and then move onto another intention.

That’s it. Easy.

The three words I prefer to use are Love, Unity, and Radiance. Because to me, it kind of emphasizes¬†the very process of Samyama. In reaching for silence, love appears. With love comes unity or communion with¬†All¬†That Is.¬†Radiance broadcasts that ‘One Love’ back out to the boundaries of the Universe. And as a result, my life becomes the¬†physical manifestation of all of that!

You can use any word representing any desire or intention you hold. There are no rules and you need not worry because you¬†cannot have a bad intention. No matter what you throw into the silence, only goodness comes bouncing back. You can’t get it wrong! One important point… don’t expect some miraculous happening during your meditation as a result of Samyama (voices, epiphany, visions, etc.)… look for the the effects in your daily life.

Try it… you’ll like it!

Next post, I’ll talk about how this super simple¬†picking up and letting go is used outside of meditation.

Oblivio essevet, over and over in my mind as I get out of bed this morning, not realizing right away that it’s from The Nines, one of my favourite movies. As I wonder about it, my dream starts coming back to me…

…my sister and I are in a busy public square in Toronto. Richard Gere walks by us with a wet handkerchief draped over his head, which I find quite odd. He is leaning into a conversation with a young woman as he walks along and I get the sense she is giving him acting direction for a scene they are in the midst of filming. That he is acting gives context to the handkerchief, in a way.

The thought occurs to me and I voice it to my sister, ‘Hey, wouldn’t it be funny if all these people were acting?’ She looks up and yells, ‘CUT!‘ in an attempt to be humorous… when everyone in the square stops what they are doing, break character and look at her. They were only acting. And we were the only ones unaware!

Oblivio essevet… oblivion sets in.

In The Nines, Ryan Reynolds plays three different characters in three separate but overlapping stories… an actor, a television writer, and a video game designer.

In one scene, the writer is behind two-way mirror observing a test audience as they watch his latest production. A man stares directly at him through the glass, ignoring the screening, and Reynolds is perplexed. How could the man be looking at him, he shouldn’t be able to see him? But then the man charges towards the glass and yells, ” The show’s not real! Why can’t you just see that? Jesus! What are you fucking blind? You think you’re above this, don’t you? You are trapped here with the rest of them brother! Get out! Get out! Oblivio essevet!”

Sounds a bit doom and gloomy, but really just a tactic used by a handful of characters throughout the movie attempting to wake him up, reminding him that he is the creator of it all.

My dream, a reminder. Or, a confirmation, more like. I love it!

A great movie, by the way. You should check it out.

Though I didn’t make it through this book the first time round at age 12, Seth’s teachings were the ‘religion’ of my childhood. During a trip home last week, my mother gave me her copy of Seth Speaks… the very copy I’d attempted to read at least 24 years ago. Since then (last week, I mean), I’ve allowed myself all sorts of altered states and expansion of consciousness. The Seth material, for lack of better words, is ‘weirdy’… propels me into ‘weirdy’ states.

But this post is not really about what Seth said. It’s about what I want to say. Because after finishing Seth Speaks, I moved on to The Nature of Personal Reality and The Nature of the Psyche… and was left wanting. I realized in the midst of my Seth indulgence, that I was counting on Seth to say what I wanted to hear… but they never really did. They’d inch up to it, but never quite get there.¬† I’ve felt this way with just about every other book I’ve read about the nature or reality.

What it boils down to is this… I have been waiting for some other more knowing being to give me permission to experience life in the way I know is possible. It’s like, if Seth said exactly what I wanted to hear, I’d then be free to really let go and create. Because then everything I suspect is true would be validated and I could go ahead and live it.

So this is what I’ve come to… I’ve got to write it. I’ve got to write what I suspect is true, so I can see it written and give myself permission to live it. I’ll call it redsparklegirl Speaks.


Generally, I have a horrible memory. I like to declare it is because I’m so ‘in the moment’ or ‘forward looking’ that anything before this very now is irrelevant. Because it is irrelevant. And so I let it go. I travel light.

My sister has an exquisite memory and is often astounded that I cannot recall some shared past event as she describes it to me to the tiniest detail. I can glimpse some familiarity in what she is saying, but then just shrug my shoulders and let go of reaching for it. The past just isn’t very interesting to me, personal or otherwise. I don’t feel the energy in it… it feels empty.

Interestingly, though, over the last few months as I’ve been turning inward more and more, I’ve been unintentionally remembering really early stuff from my childhood. I started to think maybe there’s something there to be discovered… some forgotten ability or knowing. In striving to know myself, maybe all this forgetting is actually a hindrance.

Yesterday after reading a bit of Seth material about self-hypnosis, I sat to meditate and easily slipped into a hypnotic state. I found, with delight, that I could go back to my past, to my earliest memories, and explore them with clarity. All sorts of stuff I believed I had no access to any longer was right there, crystal clear. I fluttered through scene after scene, recalling not only the detail and texture of each environment but the detail and texture of my point of view, my state of mind.

As I took in each scene, some detail or object or person would stand out. In the next instant, I’d ‘flash forward’ to a recent moment which contained that very detail, object or person. I’d say to myself, ‘Oh, I just saw that the other day’. This happened over and over, bits from my past appearing in the scenery of my present life.

And I realized… it is all still surrounding me, not mysterious or hidden in some deep recess of my mind, but inherent in every moment. Inherent. All I have ever been is contained in this moment, active or latent through my attention to it. There really is no need to look back. What a relief!


Overnight the last two nights, I’ve been having intense¬†pain in the centre of my chest. As I awoke this morning, I was told it is because my world is shifting dramatically and¬†that spot is axis mundi. Very cool.