So, I am an empath.

That's a very interesting picture, dope. And I can see that. Certainly what I'm getting from Deanna is a series of shocks, and when I can separate my negative feelings from the process and analyze it more objectively, it's an interesting process. It seems like the shocks tend to slowly undermine the spirit's fixation on the body.

So within that context, the only logical consistency in Deanna's behavior with me is that it provides a series of shocks. There's no need for her behavior to show consistency with her directives, because it's not about following rules of behavior, it's about getting the shocks to separate the spirit from the body.

 

Bingo was his name o.

 

Interesting also to consider in the light of Castaneda's reports of his benefactor Don Juan's behavior toward him. Even if Castaneda's books were largely fictional (which I'm not necessarily saying), the idea of the shocks puts a completely different light on the whole "ethics" issue of lying vs. truth...which is another issue I've wrestled with concerning Deanna's and others' behavior.

 

It is impossible to lie. It is possible to deceive oneself.

 

Hmmph. Well in a sense, we (some of us) create a veil between ourselves and unfiltered reality, so that is self-deception.

The biggest "lie" that occurs to me when I think of Deanna is the one she kept telling me in my mind as D-Day was approaching in 2003. Her behavior toward me was really scaring and disturbing me. And in my mind I kept asking her, "Are you going to get me fired?" She kept reassuring me with her mental voice that she was not. Yet at the same time, once I was talking to her aloud, and she told me bluntly and a bit harshly to my face, "You know those fears in the back of your mind that you're afraid to listen to? Those fears are the truth." And of course, not long after that she got me fired. Which was actually a good thing in lots of ways, but it was hard to go through. Lots of nights lying in bed in a cold sweat with my heart pounding, wondering if I would be able to feed my kids...etc.

Yet she frequently, frequently goes out of her way in my mind to prove to me that she's reliable and caring, constantly giving me little reassurances in the form of psychic predictions that consistently come true over and over again.

But back to the point at hand: Although she "lied" to me in my mind about not getting me fired, she pointed out to me aloud that part of me knew what was coming and just wouldn't face it. So...yes, I was deceiving myself.

But dope, she WAS lying to me. Wasn't she? She was stating something in her mental voice that was not in fact true. What's your take on that, with regard to your statement that it's impossible to lie?

 

Very simply, she did not get you fired.

 

She did in fact take physical action that resulted in my being fired. And I think it's fair to assert that she knew what she was doing and what the results would be.

But you're right - in a deeper sense, she was in cahoots with me. She was acting as my agent, or partner. Because I hated that job - but I couldn't think of any "logical" way to leave it, because I was getting paid too well to leave. So in my mind, at some level, I got her to help me get out of it - even though my more superficial conscious self was terrified of the whole idea.

Because she is in fact my dearly beloved friend.

So I suppose from this viewpoint her "lie" was actually my self-deception. I lied to myself through her in order to help myself get through what had to be done.

Thanks for helping me answer my question.

 

In the same way you referred to me as pinning you down.

 

LOL Yes, that was helpful also.

 

Fear is a liar! Wink.

 

Sits on your shoulder saying "follow me, I will keep you safe". His real intent, to keep you from going where you will.

 

Is this what you have concluded in your search of the miraculous?

 

No, in regarding the very plain nature of life.

 

Just take the hint man

 

I can see what is written on the back of your skull, not everyone can. Speak plainly.

 

I looked up to the sky, air swooshing through my hair, and I laughed. I laughed a good laugh.

 

Intellectually I know this, sometimes I even experience it.

My spirit guide Deanna did a pretty good job of preparing me to be fired. She showed me she was inside my head, and then teased me about it to test my faith. She worked on getting me to shift to a "fun" state of consciousness in situations that would normally piss me off.

So when the time came, when I was standing in my director's office being dressed down, with two police officers staring me down, I looked at it all in amazement and told Deanna in my mind, "These folks don't have a stinkin' clue!" And as we all filed out of the office I said to one of the office workers watching us, "I love a parade."

I wrote an email to my dad saying, "I think this was how Al Capone got his start."

It was later that the fear hit me. I couldn't sustain the laughter all the time through all the subsequent months of unemployment.

But I guess the experience helped some.

 

Laughter is the juggling of yes and no in the same place. Let us be sly as foxes yet innocent as doves.

 

A man reflects in the words he speaks, yet, he's not the words he speaks.

 

A word is an incomplete thought.