A few years ago, after I’d learned about using pendulums and began talking to angels and Galactics, I joined a small Psychic outfit that travelled annually to a series of cities around here. They specialized in fortune telling and aura pictures and such. I offered selling and teaching about pendulums and they let me in. I set up a table with a tree limb in the center to hang lots of pendulums from. Here is an example that was included in the Conversing with Various Entities book:
Here’s another Psychic Fair story, all true. One woman and her teenaged daughter came up to my table. I did the usual move, handing the lady a pendulum and showing her how to use it. She had difficulty. I put my hand on her arm to help and got the clearest message.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I smiled toward my guests.” Did your husband pass on recently?”
The lady looked astounded. “Yes he did.” Her daughter put her arm around Mama and peered at me attentively.
I trod onward. “I see a hefty black man lying on a sofa on a cloud. He’s tapping his cigar on the cloud, grinning.”
The Lady and daughter were crying. Mama said, “I used to get after him all the time for getting his cigar ashes all over the floor!”
I put my hand to my mouth and flung it out, saying, “He says ‘I love y’all darlin’s forever and on!'”
They could not speak. Mama left a $20 on my table and they fled. I felt my Guardian Angel and I did a wonderful thing, all because of the messages communicated and acted upon.
It’s amazing how one little tool can open such a miraculous world to a person!
I’ve been thinking about what could we benefit from if all the evil in the world was eliminated. The issue is that many people have been raise to hate, they have the habit ingrained to automatically hate anyone of a different religion, color, political type and such. It’s tough to influence their children either as most are determined to inculcate their hatred into each subsequent generation. No demon prod required.
Would it be worth trying to change their minds about tolerance, forgiveness, love and light? Or would be better off trying to find the non-committed folks, the independent ones? They might be more open to this kind of message. There are issues of hunger, war, extinctions, climate, racial derision, poverty, the government being threated by authoritarian forces, religious distrust and so much more that seriously need attention.
Speaking to your angel or to your Gold Standard (your sacred guide) for advice on what to do can help you extensively. I wrote my Conversing with Various Entities book to teach folks how to use the communication tools safely, I have the unique and beautiful pendulums to make communicating enjoyable. Yet you need not buy anything to communicate with your advisors if you already know how and have a tool.
The important thing is to do whatever you need to get that advice and then to act on it. There are so many important problems to solve. Maybe we can work on some of those things whether there are devils are poking their pitchforks at us or not? Oh yeah!
I live in a cabin in Western Kentucky. Last weekend, toward evening, I heard tornado warnings blaring on the radio. I looked it up on the internet and my place was in the red zone,
Tornado Warning! Take shelter!
Most folks would have run directly to the basement or other protected area. I have the basement set up for such emergencies with food, water, candles and such. Instead, I got my pendulum out. I called for Storm, the Elemental that rides the clouds and knows more about the weather than any meteorologist.
NOTE: Ages ago before there were people here, a group landed here on Earth to settle. They had reached the state of Love and Light to the point they gave up their physical bodies. Missing the feeling of physicality, many attached themselves to flowers, stones, burbling creeks and so on. When people arrived, they wanted to talk to us; they’re very friendly. That’s probably where the idea of fairies and nymphs came from. They’re still here and love to talk to us!
I asked Storm about the Tornado Warning. She said the twisters were indeed very serious and would cause extensive damage, however none would come close to the cabin. I asked if we could sleep in peace and she said we would not be affected directly, for us to sleep with confidence.
In the morning I discovered that just a few miles west of the cabin, towns had been ripped to pieces by a freight-train tornado, with terrible damage extending for miles and miles tornadoes stomping over five states. I went outside and looked around, finding no damage at all. Radio updates are still taking up most of the local station’s airtime, telling where to deliver toys for the Christmas presents that were sucked away, how undocumented immigrants need not fear getting assistance and about President Biden’s visit among other essential news.
I am sharing this recollection to show how communicating with various entities is not merely fun or social. With Elemental aid I have found lost items, I get told when the bread dough on the counter has risen enough to bake, I get active help when making pendulums and I get the most accurate weather information there is.
BTW, I asked her and she agreed I could use her name. She said she’d love to meet anyone who reads this!
I’m writing this on the “Day of Infamy” as December 7th was the day the imperial Japanese made a devastating attack on the US Navy Base of Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. There in the mist of morning, thousands of sailors and others were killed by kamikazes and bombs. Many ships were sunk, including those full staffed. Have you seen the memorial at Pearl Harbor, like the boat that takes visitors to the sunken USS Arizona? As a former US Navy Sailor whose ship anchored at Pearl, I felt so broken hearted for the sailors, their families, my own family losses, and the resulting war that culminated with atomic attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
I have learned over the years that the way to address such an attach is not to kill more of them than they killed of us. True, the US forced Japan to surrender and the Pacific war ended. It was true that our bombing was celebrated in the US, movies portraying related actions heroically. The world feared us and our pride soared. Other countries got atomic weapons. We dug survival bunkers.
When we retaliate, we share the aggressor’s evil and wrong. Yes, we needed to respond. It is not clear how this event was built; had we opportunities to prevent the attack? Many investigative reports say we probably could have avoided the event altogether. Did we let it happen because of our fixation on the war against the Devil Hitler? Did our hubris in finally, belatedly going over to rescue beleaguered Britain and France, our acting as saviors, reveal how our ignoring the threat of Hirohito may have happened?
I am not trying the make the US seem as the secret instigator of all this, nor do I follow any other conspiracy. I am hoping we will think about these circumstances, how working with Japan earlier, how helping Europe fortify against Hitler earlier, how being aware of the brewing unrest and hate and acting with tolerance and forgiveness early on may have gutted this most horrible of worldwide wars. Can we prevent war when Russia tries to overtake the Ukraine? I think many are attempting to do just that.
Tolerance, peace and forgiveness are components of Love and Light, a subject that makes me think of flowers. I have also been to the Netherlands and Belgium. And have placed flowers at some tombstones erected in the massive international military graveyard near their borders.
I strive to live by Love and Light. There are some wonderful attributes to Love and Light:
Build and make things for the common good
Share good things and thoughts
Help those who need it
Forgive those who made mistakes and teach them to do better
Don’t steal from others
Don’t hurt others
Don’t dwell on sorrow, sadness, hate or other negative feelings
Where is peace in there? How about not hurting (or killing) others and not having hatred rule your life? Examples of Harm and Hate:
Israelis and Palestinians
The mess in Afghanistan
The KKK and Proud Boys against anyone of color
The way Christians think of Muslims and vice versa
What? Christians (and Muslims) in the same league as the KKK? Many of us were raised from the cradle to think of THOSE people as evil and terrible. From the time of the Crusades and before these two religions have tried to keep any ray of Love and Light from the other. There are some who indeed have made efforts for peace and I laud them. This message is for those who still harbor hate.
I sell pendulums and a book on how to use them to encourage communication with others. Both Mohammed and Jesus will freely talk with anyone who tries for Love and Light. BTW, L&L is not a religion; it is a general feeling, a guide to help one get closer to her or his religion (if you adhere to one), to have a more open mind and to see that no matter who you follow, you will find teachings of Love and Light.
Communication is a key way to learn of others, to understand others. How can PEACE occur without communication?
Most religions have angels though they may call them something different. I am a Christian, fear not, I respect all belief systems that incorporates Love and Light. I know that Jesus is a fountain of love and light! Did you know Jesus and the angels that work with Him will talk directly to you? If you have a different religion, ask your sacred one about this.
When I first began constructing the log cabin I live in, I needed a well as I was so far out in the country that there were no water lines, and I had to really fight to get electrical lines! The well driller had no geological survey maps or such, he said I needed to dowse for it. What? I was a physics engineer! Magic?
I relented as I needed the water and he showed me how to use a cut y-shaped stick. I could have fallen over with that stick pointed down! The whole story is in the Conversing with Various Entities book, suffice to say I not only found the right spot but also the water levels down to the silver sand aquifer!
I got hooked on dowsing fast; I found my lost pocket knife, I discovered I could find lots more than water. What else? Eventually I learned to use a pendulum and when I insisted to know why the thing rotated yes and no to my questions, my guardian angle spelled out her name to the alphabet I had laid out. I was blown away.
Now I talk to all sorts of entities I cannot physically see. Does that mean they aren’t there? You’ll need to learn to use a pendulum yourself to find out if you can do it too. I bet you can. Really, if this could happen to a stubborn, physics addled Navy vet like me it could happen to anyone!
What do the colors in these pendulums mean? Red has a specific psychic something about it, doesn’t it? That all may be true in some cases, like dream interpretation or auras and such. However, these pendulums are individually made by me to be artistic and beautiful. Sure, you can buy the specific colors you prefer, yet they were created for the sheer enjoyment of the assembled colors and how the stones of each are arranged together, hung on which kinds of string. Art is about color and form, isn’t it?
Each pendulum is made with what I refer to as Love and Light. I enjoy endowing each one with love and light as a means to share love and light with the eventual user. I carefully choose the stones, metal figures, the wire and all just so, to make them the way they need to be. And yes, that’s even the one with a heavy chunk of turquoise. That one is special, and the person it is meant for will choose it.
I do get occasional help with pendulum designs. I’m in daily contact with angels, elementals and star people and sometimes one wants to have a go with putting some together. As I only deal with those entities that live by love and light, I have no issue with such assistance … I enjoy it! To them, the colors are as I see them: Elements of artistic composition that you can use like a telephone. Take a look in the Shoppe and see what I mean!
Maria got up a bit late, typically about 6:00 AM. This morning though, she had a striking vision and stayed cuddled up long enough to stamp all the details into her head. Quarters, the coins spinning like tops in rows and columns, occasionally dancing in front of her view. She hastily donned another set of long johns over the set she’s slept in, then a thermal shirt and a thick turtleneck sweater. Same for the legs, over the thermal pants she put on a pair that didn’t had the reach-in men’s opening in the front.
Eager to look up that vision, her insulated house boots made thumping sounds as she raced upstairs. She’d designed and built that log cabin here in the Kentucky woods, with interior carpenter and electrician’s help of course. She settled into her upstairs office and turned on the computer. As it went through the details of starting, she decided to race back down a make a cup of hot tea. As the microwave hummed, she filled her little tea strainer with the dark Assam she loved so much. “Drat! I keep dropping those bits of tea on the floor!” She left it with the other dropped bits and went back up more slowly, stirring her tea with her little strainer.
The myriad of results made her sigh, the usual. She consulted her angel with her artistic pendulum and ran her other hand’s forefinger down the listings until she got the ‘yes’ signal. Opening that site, she read down to the paragraphs to the ones that closest matched her vision:
“The amount may seem small; however, this is a very positive sign for joy and prosperity. The more coins seen, the sooner and more robust the joy and prosperity will be. If the coins are falling like rain, you must take the needed steps to make it happen. If the coins were organized, you have someone helping you, so work with that person.”
She immediately peered at her pendulum and said, “Jerry, Team, let me tell you about this magnificent vision I had this morning!”
The pendulum swung twice in a clockwise circle and then swiftly made three swings across sideways. “Hey, good morning! A vision that makes you giddy, I want to hear it!” The Team Leader’s voice came right into her head but she repeated each word aloud and watched the pendulum to ensure she got it right. If the swings continued showing the clockwise rotation meaning “yes” she could be confident in her internal hearing. And it did, gentle circles.
“Hi, Jerry! The vision indicated success with the Happy Pendulums site! Some sales might finally be coming!”
“How many did you say you had on display in the store? About a hundred, right?”
“Yeah, just over a hundred. And I did make a few hundred more over the last couple weeks, all unique and across all categories from Simple through Fancy.” She hesitated. “I know the main priority is to get my instruction book to sell and the pendies to sell to enlighten the folks who buy them and to teach them to talk to star folks like you and the team.
“Jerry, the thing is, I’m afraid to turn the heat up more than 45 degrees because I am on my last few hundred bucks in savings and these sales will pay for the internet, the utilities and maybe even the car payment before they come to haul it away. This can’t be true!”
“Ahhh, Sweetness, I know you are having hard times and I feel for you. We all do and have been working diligently. Your faith in our Team is allowing this to happen now! Don’t get depressed, dear, I feel it coming on! Enjoy delight for this great portent! We’re ready for it, aren’t we?”
Her tea cup was empty? She’d guzzled it without a care. She could not buy more. Her delight ebbed. “Jerry, I gotta refresh my tea, I’ll be right back.” Any delay seemed good, she feared pulling up the site to see the same thing she’d seen for two months. The microwave hummed; the inside light didn’t work yet it still heated her well water. Her website didn’t work either, never one sale and no blog sign-ups. She’d made training videos and everything for her mailing list! No list. She trembled, fearing her reaction to seeing that abject failure once more.
She took out a couple slices of her homemade bread and slathered expired apricot jelly on it. What a breakfast. Beep! She put the same strainer into the cup to get every smidgen of flavor from it and carried that and her sandwich back upstairs. “Okay, Jerry, I’m back.”
“I couldn’t help not picking up some of your thoughts. None of your other projects have earned you anything?” His concern tried to touch her stubborn heart
“The online bookstore brings in a couple hundred most months, however that precious library I’ve been building for the last few decades will not last forever. Many of those books I bought and didn’t even open, lots are first editions that I got in my 30’s or 40’s as regular books. I mean, I do still have about 4,000 up here in the library, so it’ll take me months to upload all of them.” The tea had cooled enough to have a drink. “The eBay stuff isn’t doing anything, nor the clothes up for sale. Look, I don’t want to get into it again, the yada, yada about all my published books not selling either, waah, waah! ” Tears had begun. She wiped her face and nose with a sleeve cuff to save the tissues and drank some more watery tea.
“Maria, dearest one, is there not anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“No. I need a hug and some discernable smear of love to get me through this. It’s coming up to a whole year!” She chewed on some of the sandwich she’d forgotten. Bad memories invaded. Fired two days before last Christmas by a hateful, jealous new boss, too old for anybody to want to hire and too young to dip into retirement funds from that company she’d worked hard at for over a decade. She’d made good money before that asshole. Got bonuses, had the respect of all the other managers. Now it’s late November, yes, almost a year later. Almost time for another rotten Christmas, ho, ho, ho. Blackness.
She took a deep breath and resolved to end this happy-doody fantasy with her cutesy pendulum, it had gone on far too long. Sternly, she announced, “Jerry, I’m done with all this, finito, ashes. I’m sorry I wasted you time. Goodbye.” Tears and snot ran down, dripping on her clothes and the floor as she headed back down to the kitchen. She grabbed a paring knife and went out to the front porch. She’d already perused likely ‘accident’ locations on her 100 wooded acres. The coyotes and bobcats would be hungry and doubtlessly delighted with her gift. She’d just need to remember to toss the knife far away while she could. That way her sister could get the cabin and insurance without legal hassles. She stopped in the middle of the gravel driveway.
A thought nagged her. Alone. It would be a long time before anyone noticed she was gone. The cats. She trudged back in to gather up the cats so she could pitch them outside, better than them starving inside. As she searched for them, she heard a roaring sound outside that prompted her two dogs to begin barking and howling like crazy. Had they come for the car already?
Stepping outside the front door, she saw a vehicle behind hers. With no wheels. No wings. Reflective. “I have finally gone completely insane. I imagine I see a spacecraft in my driveway. She raised her fist with the knife blade aimed at her heart as the dogs jumped and barked around the thing.
A hatch on the craft opened and a man leapt out to look straight at her. “STOP! Don’t you dare do that!”
She recognized the voice and the knife fell from her hand. In a faraway voice, she asked, “Jerry? Are you real?”
He smiled with tears and extended his arms as he moved toward her. “Yes, yes I am.”
Let’s start with identifying who the elementals are. Before there were any Humans here, a group came in from the distant stars. They had left their bodies behind long ago and their spirits very much loved the beauty of this planet. Although they’d eschewed their bodies, they still had an instinctive fondness for the physical. They learned to inhabit the flowers, the stones, the clouds and anything else that had a physical form.
Fast forward, you can see where many of the stories of talking trees, fairy flowers and oracle water fountains came from. Chances are that these occurrences were actually with these visitors as they love to communicate with people and are sad when folks don’t listen or respond.
A few years ago: My guardian angel introduced me to many other ‘unseen’ entities, including these object-renters. I called them elementals because the name just came to me and sounded right. I discovered they live all around and even inside the cabin and they were eager to talk with me. Storm was one of the first, and her signature is wild! She rides the storm clouds. It turns out the elementals communicate within their population almost instantly. Once I talked to her, MANY others wanted to talk to me!
NOW: The elementals are very smart, very honest and compassionate as well as generous. I have never heard any of them to lie, be angry, hold a grudge or exhibit any other negative Human habit. Since I started speaking with them, many have moved in around here at the cabin and they adore the 100 acres of wildlife-filled woodland. Storm has stayed a good friend and provides accurate tornado tracking, Stone has helped me design a few pendulums, I thank Water each time I take a shower as I use well water, and my houseplants all tell me when they need a drink.
Now that the weather is cooling off, the upstairs exhaust fan will get lots less use. He’s sanguine about that, with sort of an ‘enjoy what you can while you can’ attitude. As I have never used air conditioning here, I depend on various fans to create an inside breeze. I do talk to the others, but this guy is by far my biggest, largest and most talkative fan!
I’ve been working lost recently on doing what I can to make this planet a better place to live. I usually don’t work alone. I make a team with various elementals, angels, ancient gods, other star people and my close friend Jesus Christ. It occurred to us that there had been many barriers erected over the years that were blocking love and light from penetrating this Earth in all areas as well as other issues.
Part of the team combed the local area and find a few barriers, then they left it to me to persuade the caretakers to disassemble it. You see Jesus is very big on free will so we cannot just go blast them all. A couple things to know in advance: There was a serious galactic attack on the newly created Humans but a very advance galactic folk called the Jzumani stopped them and have been protecting us ever since. Also, I’m a firm believer that climate change is real and is a growing catastrophe. And many of the dozens I spoke to did not want to reveal or could not remember their real names.
Here’s an example of such an episode:
‘Alitoh’ was a Cherokee medicine man who built the sky barrier because of the strange vessels that would fly through the area. It had been passed down through generations of the attack on the first Humans. The area it covered was most of Kentucky and deeply into Tennessee where the Cherokee used to live. Alitoh estimated he’d been the barrier caretaker since 1335 and he’d stayed even when his people were taken elsewhere. I asked him, “Did your barrier ever actually get attacked?” “No,” he replied.
I explained about the Jzumani, how they’d stopped that initial attack and any that may have happened since. About the forced relocation of his people, I said hate is far too rampant. We need love and light to be shared to all Humanity. Then sadly I added, the barrier blocks the love and light sent to us from on high. He said nothing.
Okay, take a different tack. I asked if he noticed the storms were worse, the winds stronger, the droughts longer with fires and floods that washed away homes? He said it grieved him and wanted to know what he could do about it. I told him several Humans were trying very hard to devise ways to help but they get little public support and their technical methods are not enough to help much.
“Alitoh, we have star folk near us in the sky that the Jzumani have allowed to assist us if we let them. They have advanced methods of taming climates on other planets and can use some of those methods here.”
“Why do they not come to us then?”
“I would then remove this barrier if the protection is real and if I had the ability to do it.
I introduced him to Jesus who confirmed we were protected and would help him remove the barrier.
That was a concise summary as all my conversations took a while and included some details I left out. The oldest barrier was from Israel about 3500 years ago, the newest was Bill from the 1960s who died from agent orange but stayed to defend against UFOs. Nearly all the barriers were defenses against UFOs even though there was never any aggression shown by the ships in question.
All the 50 or so caretakers were all dedicated spirits who were persuaded to take their barriers down. Soon after I encountered live folks with such UFO phobias, but that’s another posting.