Picture Reading

Going out, yea that would be fun. I love to sneak out once in awhile. See I never really know what I see until a response comes back but if you are smiling so am I. Have fun and check back later I will try when everyone is asleep.

 

Hi Faelixx, after I did the read. I went on some other sites and CANCER was shown to me many times and I forgot to put that down. When something is important my guides will show it to me in different ways and sometimes I forget or I just do not pay attention enough. It looks like some stuff that ment something to you that came thru. The cards and the covers. See that is how it works sometimes. The picture I was shown ment something. But I am glad this was not a read that made me sick. And yea for the pain is gone in my stomach. Now I have to believe there was something causing me that pain and now it has been lifted up. I know it was not much but if it helped then it was enough. Thanks again

 

It does look that way, Rick. I suppose if you wanted to test it for more certainty, you could try reading Deanna's photo again. I don't imagine you're anxious to do so at this point, tho.

 

I did tellin at her pick and I received chill bumps and a scared feeling. As soon as I saw it I was told Bitch.

 

I just told Deanna telepathically, "You are very bad." She laughed and said, "Yes I am."

 

That is funny, because I was acting bad with her. Told her to bring it on.

 

Ah, well her response makes perfect sense then! LOL Well I'll tell you what Rick, she is a lot of fun a lot of the time. But she definitely ain't nobody to trifle with. If you let her into your head, you are in for a journey into your deepest darkest self, with just enough excursions back to the surface for air and light to keep you from throwing in the towel.

I'm telling you what nobody bothered telling me before I embarked on this current journey. I had no clue what I was getting myself into.

 

Also btw, this is how she operates. She starts out with a test. If you're brave enough to continue in the face of her test, she gives you a bit more slack. But she'll tighten it up later. She's been jerking my chain for almost ten years now.

 

I just asked her a little a bit today. So far no issues. Maybe that is a good thing.

 

I've never seen a pic of Zen's D...and I'm surely not asking to. But anyway, just FTR - she scares the bejebus out of me, and normally I'm not a scaredy-cat wussy girl.

I've been in what some would call actual scary situations, growing up in a haunted house...plus doing a little ghost-busting for some close friends...but she is something else.

 

That is the exact feeling I got. When I first started ghost hunting, that unknown factor of fear.

 

She's the first pic in my first album, Lynn, if you get up the courage.

She was careful not to scare me away at first. She spent months weaseling her way into a closer friendship with me at the office, and just barely dropped some hints of her true nature - cuz she knew what hell I was going through with someone very similar to her.

A couple years later I started an online friendship with another woman, someone who was into New Age stuff. I emailed her three pieces I had written about my experiences with Deanna. The next email I got from her said, "I want nothing to do with this woman - keep her away from me." And I never heard from her again. LOL

But the bottom line with her, and what's hard as hell for me to keep in mind in the midst of the struggle, is this: The only pain she brings me is the pain I give myself. Her job is to find the ways we fuck ourselves up in our own thoughts, and becoming the projection of those self-destructive thoughts in order to help us become more aware of them and learn to restructure them so we no longer hurt ourselves.

 

Yup, I figured you wouldn't be able to resist peeking.

I asked her about you, and she said, "She needs to do what she's already doing." Looks like you're off the hook with Deanna.

Yeah, I can see why Aerianne's pic made you think of Crowley. It's true that I was the one who asked Deanna into my head - she wasn't campaigning for it at all - just letting me know she was there if I wanted her. However in the meantime her hag sister Dani was becoming absolutely unendurable in my mind. I figure she was driving me into Deanna arms, so to speak - kinda like passing the baton in the spirit guide relay.

 

Windy is up next.

 

Crowley died in 1947 and the man in the photo was born in 1970; so, no he didn't know Crowley in his present incarnation, lol.

 

Zen, that's pretty freaky. I didn't know people like that existed. I'm kind of glad I don't have someone like that picking at my brain all the time. It's a mess, anyway. And i'm too stubborn to change the mess. Good luck with her. ; )

 

Well Scenic, I suppose it wouldn't be as hard as it is if I didn't KNOW she was in my brain and I wasn't able to talk to her there.

Anyhoo I didn't end up in this state until my late 40s. Before that I was "normal."

Okay, so I wasn't normal. I've suspected there were people who could do what she does since I was in high school and my friend Alice wrote a character sketch of me that had information she could only have known by reading my mind.

Anyway thanks for the good wishes, Scenic.

 

BTW if you're interested in examples of people with powers like Deanna's, you might check out some Zen Buddhist stories - like this one, from Zen Flesh, Zen Bones:

Encho was a famous storyteller. His tales of love stirred the hearts of his listeners. When he narrated a story of war, it was as if the listeners themselves were in the field of battle.

One day Encho met Yamaoka Tesshu, a layman who had almost embraced masterhood of Zen. "I understand," said Yamaoka, "you are the best storyteller in our land and that you make people cry or laugh at will. Tell me my favorite story of the Peach Boy. When I was a little tot I used to sleep beside my mother, and she often related this legend. In the middle of the story I would fall asleep. Tell it to me just as my mother did."

Encho dared not attempt this. He requested time to study. Several months later he went to Yamaoka and said: "Please give me the opportunity to tell you the story."

"Some other day," answered Yamaoka.

Encho was keenly disappointed. He studied further and tried again. Yamaoka rejected him many times. When Encho would start to talk Yamaoka would stop him, saying: "You are not yet like my mother."

It took Encho five years to be able to tell Yamaoka the legend as his mother had told it to him.

In this way, Yamaoka imparted Zen to Encho.

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Question for the student: How could Encho know exactly how Yamaoka's mother had told the story?

Or you might like this story:

Taiko, a warrior who lived in Japan before the Tokugawa era, studied Cha-no-yu, tea etiquette, with Sen no Rikyu, a teacher of that aesthetical expression of calmness and contentment.

Taiko's attendant warrior Kato interpreted his superior's enthusiasm for tea etiquette as negligence of state affairs, so he decided to kill Sen no Rikyu. He pretended to make a social call upon the tea-master and was invited to drink tea.

The master, who was well skilled in his art, saw at a glance the warrior's intention, so he invited Kato to leave his sword outside before entering the room for the ceremony, explaining that Cha-no-yu represents peacefulness itself.

Kato would not listen to this. "I am a warrior," he said. "I always have my sword with me. Cha-no-yu or no Cha-no-yu, I have my sword."

"Very well. Bring your sword in and have some tea," consented Sen no Rikyu.

The kettle was boiling on the charcoal fire. Suddenly Sen no Rikyu tipped it over. Hissing steam arose, filling the room with smoke and ashes. The startled warrior ran outside.

The tea-master apologized. "It was my mistake. Come back in and have some tea. I have your sword here covered with ashes and will clean it and give it to you."

In this predicament the warrior realized he could not very well kill the tea-master, so he gave up the idea.

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Questions for the student: How could Sen no Rikyu know in an instant that Kato had come to kill him? How was he able to maneuver so deftly and on such short notice to achieve the advantage in this situation?

And finally, one last story to shed a bit of light on Deanna's awful treatment of me:

A Zen master named Gettan lived in the latter part of the Tokugawa era. He used to say: "There are three kinds of disciples: those who impart Zen to others, those who maintain the temples and shrines, and then there are the rice bags and the clothes-hangers."

Gasan expressed the same idea. When he was studying under Tekisui, his teacher was very severe. Sometimes he even beat him. Other pupils would not stand this kind of teaching and quit. Gasan remained, saying: "A poor disciple utilizes a teacher's influence. A fair disciple admires a teacher's kindness. A good disciple grows strong under a teacher's discipline."

 

However I hafta confess: Last night I went off my discipline major big time - as I frequently do. I guess I am getting stronger anyway tho. As Deanna said to me this morning, "It all helps."

And I have no choice, really. For me in my situation it's either subjection or death. There's no other way out of my discipleship.

And don't think I haven't considered death as a viable option at times...