Social Media Eats Itself…

Pepe says… F@#% it…I very much dislike social media and FakeBook (FaceBook) in particular. Some of you may be now asking “…why?” Those who know me well already know the answer to that. For everyone else…

In the beginning, I – like so many others – jumped onto the social media bandwagon with flourish and gusto! Myspace paved the way. Then came FaceBook! Bigger! Better! Shinier! Sexier!!! Yay! So, everyone climbed aboard. One big happy family.

Then…things began to get a little…weird…

Suddenly, FaceBook knew a lot about me. At the time I couldn’t understand why and how they knew where I was born, where I went to school and who my friends and family were. Now I know how, of course. Suckerburg sold us out to the Feds. Plain and simple. But, being somewhat naïve about the ways of the world, I just chalked it all up to the nature of the beast and ignored it all. What was the harm? I could keep in touch with friends, family and clients in the FaceBook environment and besides everyone was doing it, right?

Then the real weirdness started…

I made a “Fan Page” for my business. This would be great, I thought. Here is a place where I can reach out to all my clients and keep them informed and up to date on all the latest in the realms of Sleeping Gypsy! Soon I noticed, however, that my 1500+ “fans” were not getting info from me or my page. Only 3 to 5 individuals were seeing my posts in their feeds. What?! That just doesn’t seem good. Then I noticed that they wanted me to pay 100s of $$’s to reach those other folks thru the FaceBook platform. Ummm…no. That’s not gonna happen. Not in MY Faerie Tale world, it’s not.

Then came the “real name” flap. Someone – probably a competitor – “turned me in” for using a “fake name”. My business name to be exact. I could use that name if I jumped thru all sorts of procedural hoops to prove who I was for realz.  Now things seems to be getting more and more ridiculous. So, reluctantly and with great protest, I submit my real name. Now, it’s not like my real name is any secret or mystery. I am just of the old school thought that if someone wants to know my real name they should just ask me. Having grown up from an era that witnessed the birth of the internet starting from dial in 1200 baud modems running telnet and bulletin boards to the cesspool that is the world wide web of today, I am very reluctant to put my personal info out there for every weirdo and whack job to see. So, I cave in to the peer pressure thinking I am being old fashioned, a fuddy duddy…a stick in the mud. So, I acquiesce and cave in. I submit…against all of my better judgment. (Remember when I say “Always follow your first impressions? Listen to your intuition?” Duh……….

This is when the real “fun” begins…

I, like many, was bullied in school as a child and very young adult. The kids at my middle school in particular bullied me relentlessly. Physical, verbal, sexual, emotional assault was a common place thing for me and a challenge to my psyche not to mention my mental health and physical well being. I managed to survive – my parents were not really involved with my schooling or my life, for that matter, so I had to go it alone most of the time. Needless to say…I managed to get thru it and leave it behind for brighter days. At least after graduating high school I could set my sights for a real life with real friends and not be tortured by bullies. That is…until the bullies managed to tack me down using FaceBook. Now, all of a sudden – some 40 odd years later – here they were!  Stalking me and trying to make my life miserable once again. This is when FaceBook officially became FAKEBOOK in my paradigm. Sure, my blocked list is 10 miles long at least and so into the pile they went with the other trolls, monsters and demoniac rascals. But at some point one has to ask one’s self…why? Why does one bother with this crap just to be stalked, bullied and info farmed by big corporations and the Feds who don’t give a sh!t  about me or my life only just to add my ID number to the millions of other common, decent Americans (and others) who they have listed on their lists and compiled on their piles. Bleh. Peace…OUT.

I gave up on Myspace years ago. Twitter has been taken over by the snowflakes and bullies. I rarely use Twitter any more after being bullied there. Ello has not piqued my interest, really. But Gab.ai has been a good place to get not fake news and YouTube I view on a daily basis. Pinterest is fun for storing graphics and sharing creative ideas! But Google+ (or anything Google or Yahoo related, for that matter) is a no go.

So…here we are. I am just -> *this* <- close to deactivating my FAKEBOOK account (because mostly you simply cannot “delete” an account on FAKEBOOK…mostly.) Twatter and GAG-gle+ are not too far behind either.  I guess I am just putting this out there just in case there are any other lost souls out there who feel absolutely disgusted with social media and are thinking about bailing from them also. You are NOT ALONE, my friends. You are not alone. In fact you are in very good company!

In closing, if anyone needs or wants to keep up with me just look right here. My blog is up and will be until the interwebz goes flatline. Until then…stay thirsty, my friends…

Pepe says… F#%K it…

La La Land…

Welcome to Daytona Beach!I always thought living in a highly haunted town would be fun, and for the most part it was. Highly stimulating, Saint Augustine has a world of charm. But, after a few years the constant bombardment of spirit activity bouncing off of one’s psyche and id can become tiring, overwhelming, exhausting. Add to that the never ending stream of tourists and strangers coming and going, one can find themselves feeling just a little bit displaced, a ship drifting along a distant but familiar shore.

Chatting with folks that have been born and raised in the Oldest City lends another side of the story. Not many who can claim the sea side town their birth place still reside there, the lion’s share of them having already relocated, pushed out or moving on for one reason or another. But most of them sing the same old song…their beloved Saint Augustine is not what it once was. Gone are the days of quaint and relaxed community, replaced by what the City Commissioners have created in a profit making sort of Disneyland for tourists. There is that same old familiar right side of the tracks where the city will support the community, but only if there is money to be had in it for them. Then there is the other side of the tracks which is anything not belonging to the right side. I even saw a story written up in the infamous “Old City Life” magazine that opined anything north and west of the Old City was ghetto slums where the undesirables live. A stern letter to the editor of said rag went without consideration nor reply. I’m sure other property owners like myself were not at all appreciative of the stigma the city had put upon them and were just as irate as I was at hearing that my tax dollars and residency was considered valuable not at all.

In essence, what had once been a sweet seaside community with caring neighbors and a sense of belonging, where artistic folks could let their paints flow free with the sea breezes had been transformed over a very short period of years into a money pot for those with vested interests. Add to that the energy of oh so many angry dead and you’ve got yourself a reason to move on. Oh yes…angry. Anger built up over centuries of war and bloodshed, slavery and abuse, disease and poverty. Chatting with a retired tour guide of the oldest streets, I was told that only about 11% of the “oldest” buildings within the Oldest City were really original in one way or another. All the rest were replaced and fashioned to resemble the oldest things. What used to be a flourishing artist community has now been discouraged and dismantled, laws forbidding artists to ply their trade abound within the city limits.  But the homeless bums can enjoy unlimited loitering, threatening passers by and pan handling to their heart’s content. And when Lincolnville was “just another slum”, the only place that many of the locals and artists could afford to live, the area went virtually ignored and left blighted until by chance some enterprising chap thought to capitalize on the authenticity of the area when the trend seemed to catch on and now, with most of the locals pushed out, it has become one of the most lucrative and desirable parts of town to reside in. (Move over South Park…)

Tolomato Cemetery. Joke. About twice per year the City opens the old rusty gates of one of the country’s oldest cemeteries to allow tours conducted to raise money for upkeep to the grounds. Chatting up a docent on that sunny fall afternoon brought confirmation of something I already sensed…mainly that there was no one still buried in the old hallowed grounds. They had all been moved some decades before to other cemeteries far and wide. Fake. Like the rest of the poor old town. This is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. :/

That’s fine. I am grateful that I was able to reside in that place for six years, enjoying my favourite landmarks, the Bridge of Lions and the Firehouse Beach. Yearning for something different, I moved on…

Now we find ourselves immersed within a new adventure which I will share with you, dear friends, as the adventure unfolds! Daytona Beach is a most fun town! The choice of food and restaurants can not be beat and the friendly atmosphere of the town is contagious! I didn’t realize just how invaded with negative spirit energy I was in Saint Augustine until I left that place. Like a breath of fresh air, I now have my wits back! Yes, there is still the occasional wandering spirit looking for peace and someone to validate him or her, but not like the constant stream of souls that move through the Oldest City’s space. Yes, it is still one of the most active spirit sites on the planet, so I urge anyone who wants to experience it to most definitely make the trip. But for me…I like to call Daytona Beach home…for now. 🙂

Channeling…

While surfing the web the other day, I ran across a web page authored by a fellow intuitive…or so I thought she was. When I first started reading her bio she seemed genuine enough…until I dove in a little bit deeper. That is when I began to sense something was…off..

It seems that she wanted to convince herself and others that she is “special”, that she has power and that she herself can command God and other Higher Beings to do her bidding. She claimed that the vision, insight and intuition was all her, that she alone held the answers. No one else on the planet had the spiritual connections that she had. No one else possessed her power. Imagine the incredulous look that grew upon my face. All I could do is shake my head.

Let me set the record straight. No one on the planet has the power of God. No one holds all of the answers within them. At least from my understanding. I learned from an early age to humble myself, to appreciate the gifts that God has allowed to work through me and others, and to not get too full of myself, else wise I could end up on the wrong side of things. God, the Divine, Higher Beings and the deceased speak through us. We do not and cannot attain the same level without many lifetimes of trial and error and then I have not personally known or seen anyone upon this planet be able to fulfill the giant shoes of such beings. They can indeed speak through us if we allow it, because we all have the freedom of will to accept or decline such communication with Spirit. The Divine simply will not hand the keys of knowledge to just any old intuitive on this globe or any other. And it isn’t as easy as simply pulling a rabbit out of a hat or doing a card trick. Taking many years of application of opening of self and releasing of prohibitive energy, channeling spirit is the way it works. So…if you run into someone who claims to be all that and a bag of chips, please proceed with caution. They are most likely pulling your leg hoping some dollar bills will fall out of your wallet and into their hot little hands.

Channeling is how I receive messages from other places and I use that description very loosely. Every message that flows through has to be discerned before letting the message leave my lips. The cleansing, grounding, centering, opening and letting go of just enough personal energetic control while maintaining a thread of connection with the physical body and mental faculties is not for the faint of heart. For when one channels, they lend their body, in essence moving over while spiritual beings access the faculties of speech, brain waves and feeling that makes for a successful transmission. And whether it is a Higher Being or a deceased loved one, the methods are always the same. The process being much like full blown dreaming while wide awake, varying in different degrees depending on the connection. Some channelings are awake and aware, while others are fully immersed, the channeler not fully aware of the message flowing forth. The feeling while it is happening is very strange and nothing like anyone has ever experienced in the more common modalities of the intuitive arts. It is hard to explain. I am sure it is different for everyone, but for me it is a feeling of presence behind and above my head which builds in pressure at the back of my head. This signal allows me to prepare to “open” for the transmission which most of the time I can hear and am fully aware of what is going on during the channeling. I chalk this up to my reluctance to give up complete control of my body and faculties to the entity, and maybe one day soon I can get past that insecurity. That being said, the entities work with me. They are loving and understand my apprehension at letting them drive. So, they let me keep my hands upon the steering wheel, never once complaining. 🙂

The point of this message here today is to remind everyone who takes stock in other worldly messages from beyond moving through human beings is to make sure to keep it humble. Remember who gives us life. Honour the Divine in all things. And only give credit where credit is due. This way a delicate balance is kept and the way is opened for more blessings to enter our lives. I am not special. It has taken a good long while to get to this point in my life. It was not easy. For I am just a human being after all…

Twenty One Questions…Spells & Spell Work

Dear Ms. Gypsy, Recently a friend of mine asked if you would do a spell for her to get her boyfriend back. You turned her down. I think that is rude. Can you please explain why? Thanks. ~ Rebecca A.

Thank you, Rebecca, for your question. The reasons that I do not do spells for others are many, but not meant to be exclusive towards any one individual or specific group. The simple answer is that I don’t do spell work for anyone other than myself, and feel that for spell work to be really effective and meaningful, each individual that is looking for results through such means really must put their own hands and energy signature on their own work. This way they have their hands upon their own destiny and can weave their own energy into the work and everything else concerning whatever it specifically that they are trying to accomplish. In doing so they begin the very satisfying journey into their very own magical traditions.

For me to do spell work for another is like asking for me to brush someone else’s teeth by brushing my own. Without having a direct stake in the issue, the mingling of my energy into the working, as well as having the work mingle within my own energy skews the results for the work as well as causing me to take on the energetic elements of the situation…something I do not wish to carry around. No matter how good a person is at getting rid of unwanted energy, there is always a small bit of it that clings. Such attachments can have long range implications towards the practitioner that can swing both ways, both good and bad. Be that as it may, it is not a good thing…sharing that karmic toothbrush.  That is why I do not offer spell work as a service or favour for third parties.

What I do offer, however, are instructional sessions for a very small fee that teach how to do the spell work for one’s own self. The benefits of such a service are many. First off, when one sets about looking for someone to do spell work for a third party, it is very hard to find someone reputable. The world is full of fraudsters who are looking to pray on desperate souls who are looking for a quick fix for their problems. Seekers such as these  will tend to be impatient and in a hurry for results. When this happens, the chances of getting ripped off are so great as to have it become the norm instead of the exception. When one does their own workings, they are forced to slow down and think about what it is that they are trying to accomplish, thus adding strength and determination into the energy of the work and therefore increasing the chances for success.

Next, there is the “quick fix” tendencies and attitude some folks have concerning energy work in general. Some believe that spell work is like Hogwarts, that all one has to do is wave a magic wand, say a rhyme and *pooF* – it happens. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Energy work is subtle by nature and governed by the will of the Divine. We lend our energy and desire, blending it into the mix to encourage a natural outcome that benefits our lives and the lives of others in a certain way. If this work is of a positive nature, then it is a win-win situation that is a delight to behold. On the other hand, if it is a negative result that one is seeking, this can have implications that reach farther into personal uncharted territory than one may wish to travel. One might use the excuse such as “Oh, I don’t have the patience” or “you are so much better at it than I am” or “I don’t know what I am doing. You do it for me.” and they throw money at it expecting to have all of their wishes and dreams come true without lifting a finger on their own behalf. This sort of occult flavoured entitlement goes against everything that energy work stands for. Ever herb, every stone, every effigy, every flame, every word, every utterance, every thought has a life of it’s own thus having possession of a dignity that demands a certain kind of respect in and of itself. Working with spirit is an honour, not a right owed to anyone. Compliance from the spirits of these or any particular energy is earned through honour and respect. So, perhaps the reason someone is not successful at working with energies is because of the fact that they are simply not worthy. True, persons who are worthy can hire themselves out to get things done for others. And that is up to them to decide whether that is something in which they want to take on in this life. And I do not judge or fault them for it at all. But I can guarantee that a little bit of it stays with them for a little while or longer, sometimes even forever.  If they feel comfortable with that then more power to them. I simply choose not to take on the weight of the world in such a fashion.

It is amusing to me when people come to me and confide under their breath that they are positive that someone has cursed them, thrown a root or done some other dastardly deed to curse their lives…usually an ex girlfriend, an ex mother-in-law or some other such nefarious person. It just shows me how vulnerable and uneducated they are where spell work is concerned. In the same manner as their “drive-thru fast food” spell casting requests and desires are expressed, now, too, they have projected that very same attitude onto their supposed enemy, usually through the powers of suggestion used by unscrupulous fakes within the magical community. We’ve all heard the scam. “Oh dear! You have had a curse upon you from birth! You are a very special person! Your mother was visited by the Devil when she was pregnant for you and now he is following you around for your whole life! Only I can lift this curse from you! For <insert outrageous unGodly amount of money amount here> I can rid you of this horrible curse yadda yadda yadda…blah blah blah…”  (Yes. I hear this all the time from my clients. This is the most common psychic scam out there…) The truth of the matter is this: it takes time to do spell work and a dedication that is rarely the case where ex’s are concerned. They would have to invest many hours and days – even months and years – and lots and lots of money with a reputable and honest worker to achieve the results attributed to what is usually a simple run of bad luck or just everyday happenings throughout the course of one’s days. The bottom line is that the probability of having a curse put upon you is next to nil. The truth is that the chances are that whoever one’s perceived enemies are they probably have forgot about the whole thing and have moved on with their lives. The only one still harbouring resentment, fear or foreboding is the one looking for the quick fix spell work. It’s a vicious cycle…

Finally…it is with this philosophy that I was raised, that we do our own work for ourselves. This is the way my tradition was handed down to me from generation to generation. If one prefers to seek someone to do their work then so be it. I wish them all the luck and blessings in their endeavor. But please, please do not be angry at me for not wanting to turn against my own belief and traditions to satisfy a client or for lucrative financial gain. I would hope to at least be afforded that little bit of respect for my own personal decisions where my own spiritual pathway leads.

So, if ever your friend wants to learn how to do his or her own energy workings, please have them get in touch! I would be more than happy to help them acquire and cultivate the power that they need to nurture their energy to make good things happen in their life. All one has to do is ask to receive special spiritual bounty…

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Imagine…

I remember where I was when I found out that John Lennon had been murdered, shot down like a dog in the street by some psycho with a desire for 15 minutes of fame. I was with my best friend (at the time) helping her after some pretty serious surgery. I felt like the world was getting a little bit out of control. Little did I know how mild that would be compared to all of the crap that is happening now on our little blue marble of a world, the planet that I (currently) call home.

I guess the more years that tick by the more complicated things seem to be. Yes, I can hear myself and I sound like my parents, God bless them. But…they were right. The planet is getting dirty, the extremists are getting too excited, money has little value, technology is replacing face time, people are still starving and time just ticks away. Music sucks. TV sucks. Thank God for books. I tell my dear husband…All I need is a candle, some matches, a book and a cranky can opener and I think I can handle the Apocalypse. Yes…I think I can.

What does my heart good these days is seeing people marching in the streets the way we used to do during the days of the Vietnam war protests. If the cops are out of line, then march, damn it! let the world know that we are mad as hell and are not going to take it any more! People need to make a stand. I am so glad that they are. It is the best thing that has happened in a good long while. People should not be killed by crappy cops because of the colour of their skin or what they look like. That’s just an excuse for shoddy policemanship, anyway. They don’t make cops the way they used to. It is a thankless job that pays little. no a days anyone that is willing to do that crap job will be hired and if they are competent or not is not the local government’s first priority. Yes…there are some good cops. But not like there used to be. Used to be a cop had to be up to muster. All they do now is slap a badge on a monkey and call it good. So, yes…there needs to be a voice shouting to the roof tops for the communities that are damaged by these unnecessary killings. For the heart broken moms and the sisters without brothers and the kids who will have to grow up without their dads. March, I say. March…

And I hate what is going on with the Middle East. Absolutely hate to see the bloodshed and the fighting over whose God is better. God is God. It’s all the same for Christ’s sake. But, we all know that it really isn’t at all about God. It’s about control. It’s about forcing people to think a certain way about giving a few zealots a great deal of power over regular ordinary people. And money. Power and money. Not God. So, let’s just leave God out of it, shall we? No one is fooled any longer…

Torture. Why is anyone at all surprised? This sort of thing has been going on for millennia. Nothing new to see here. Move along…

So…what next? I’m gonna probably keep on ranting even if it is only to myself. I know that I ma not the only one out here on the planet that is fed up to ->here<- with all this unrest, hate, fear and greed disguised as righteousness. And I am more than likely going to keep on praying for everyone and every thing that I can for the simple fact that I know that prayer works better than anything where change is concerned…prayer and action go hand in hand. Be mindful in all ways all your days. Until next time…

John & Yoko