Norman Allan : the story
book two: secrets
chapter nine: the psychic girlfriend
1: Maybe Cynthia Chapter
6: the substance of life and painting the city
Chapter 2: Past Lifes Chapter 7: Three Portraits of Lucky
Chapter 3: Stoner Chapter 8: Creep
Chapter:4: the Sacred Chapter 9:The Psychic Lover
Chapter 5: Spring 2015 Chapter: 10: the Devil's Story
Chapter 9: the psychic girl friend
Allan: the story
book two: secrets
Chapter nine: The Psychic Girlfriend
Once upon a time (a
little before we met) Jaye Kaye (my psychic
girlfriend) had a "Kundalini Experience". Some might
call it "a spiritual awakening". Some might call it "a
psychotic break". It was sudden, out of the blue. It lasted two
and a half days, after which she woke, as it were, and found herself
walking by the side of the Don Valley Parkway, on a Sunday morning.
Not much traffic. She made her way home.
In the early years of her
"ministry", of our "relationship", Jaye had a modest
little experimental gig as a psychic healer. Once a week, Wednesday
evenings, for three years she would see her patients at my clinic. And
I would observe.
one the most remarkable "psychic stories", the
thing that made it all seem real to me, was Frank Lowen reaction.
Frank taught Visceral Manipulation in North America (for the Upledger
Institute). Taking the first module, it became apparent to me, that
when Frank was demonstrating "healings" on us students, he
wasn't simply working with the techniques that he was teaching us, but
seemed to be working with other subtle energetic systems.
House keeping. I moved into
Jaye Kaye's apartment Maitland, with her and her cat, Me, and me and
my cat, Sativa. Me cat was a darling. Sativa was a bit of a grump. Jaye's
14 year old son, Jake, would visit. The house was really too small for
the family. We moved to a townhouse on Bright Street, not far from the
Soon after we moved to Bright Street, I remember a night: we we in a field not far from home, where the streets began to merge with the highway, some small fields, lawns, between them: Jaye engaged in a long conversation, discussion, with "The Big Fellow" (her peronal name for the Dark Lord): it was a disposition, an arranging things. So she told me. No smell of sulfur! No feel of evil. "No evil can come near me,' said Jaye.
And I thought this might segue to some talk of the devil. I plan to dedicate the next chapter to "the Devil's story": at least to make start. (I've been trying to research him - but I'm not very thorough and not getting close. Anne Rice's "Memnoch The Devil" is a fun read, but not germane; and I find Goethe's "Faust" is a terrible bore. And what was that Buddhist book? Mara was delusion, there, more than malice. Mayhem we'll have to wait, till chapter ten, to begin...
Twenty years on world
peace still seems illusive, and Jaye is a large round middle aged psychic
and life-style guru, married now to her best friend's son...
Have I not written about JK and the dogs? surely Jaye needed dogs, needed a dog, because... her mother used to buy her dogs, and then give them away. So heard of the beagle, and when we went to maybe look' Jaye had to have the beagle. She came with the name Rita, and she was adorable. Do I have pictures?
And because I walked Rita, while Jaye finished her short film - she was at school... though Jaye fed her, Rita imprinted on me. And anyway, jaye always wanted, needed now a cattle dog. So the first 6 months I didn't pat Lucky. And to massage Jake Kaye's feet with Luck present it had to be done under a blanket.
The, what, three four years along Jaye says: "my life style has changed. I don't have time for the dogs. Find them a good home. So I did. I adopted them. My best friends ever.
In later years I would say, "I got the dogs: she got the house," and that was basically the size of it.
reference the Beagle
So back a couple of decades, with Jaye Kaye, there are a few things worth recalling. I wrote of one in "An "Ah-ha" about the "Master": wrote... "I had an insight today. I was taking Tee's guru's weekend meditation course, and a penny dropped. But let me take you back a step I've been searching awhile, that spiritual stuff. I've been deeply involved in "Native Spirituality". A very important part of those practices is the ritual of "smudging"; cleansing with the smoke of medicine herbs: sage, cedar, sweetgrass. Then I worked a while with a "spiritual healer" and she would often have me smudge her patients. She once asked me, "Where do you think the cleansing, healing power comes from when you smudge?"
"From the cedar," of course I answered.
"No," she said. "Maybe twenty percent comes from the cedar. The rest comes form you."
So it seems that we may use the smudge to "tune" our energies. We tune to the vibration of the smudge. Perhaps it's the same principle at work with people who play with crystal healing: the gem stones may help patients tune to certain vibrations.
A word about vibrations: recent research has shown that simple, quiet, low amplitude vibrations can increase our bone mass, muscle mass (and cause weight loss!): simple low frequency vibrations. Hmm? Then what does chanting "Om" do?
So the penny dropped, for me, watching Mahaliny's eyes light when she spoke to me of her first teacher, Amma. I saw how brightly the resonance can glow. I could feel the guru shining there. So, in part, that's what the Master's for: not just a verbal guide, but he can help us tune in: we can resonate with the Master's vibration to actually attune to the "higher" conscious, experience."
|If I am not forgetting any amazing stories, it doesn't read that there was that much special about the psychic girlfriend. A few little odds and ends to tidy up.|
where's my ship
the neatest nicest bit of the story is/was the conversation with the tree.
Was it cedar?
Winter Ontario, driving to where? soon after JK and I had met, north of the city. So it's flattish, and snow covered, and we are out of the car, standing on the side of a tiny country road. The lake, the Georgian Bay, is not far away. Over there a hundred yards . Here, by the side of the road, the white snow, the dark tree. One happy cedar, and Jaye asks
Oh, first, on the drive up from the city, Jay was telling me that, "When you send out a blessing to a tree, it bounces right back at you, the blessing, only stronger."
So there on the winter road-side, Jaye says, "The tree is talking to you."
And I ask, "What's it saying?"
"Oh," says she "It says wind sun earth."
it's going to lead on to chapter 10, the devil's story
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