at last a repaired blog!

My dear web person from Sly Pig Pro fixed it.  Thank you Senor Jeff.

This is to say that I am having a sale - a forever one maybe - all readings half off.
Going back to LA where the work is - more later today.
Hugs to all and then some.
Brett 

Claircognizance and earthquakes

2 tiny thoughts.

(1)  That 51 year-old guy who married the 16 year-old.   If she's 16, she's going to look 114 when she's twenty.

(2)  I 'saw' the Virginia earthquake 2 days ago.   (I was off.  Thought it was NC)  For stats keepers,

yes, I have a time and date stamp on the text I sent about it to a friend.

And, no, now I am not hanging up a shingle that says 'famous predictions'.

Puppy love thanks to Paula S. Susan W and KB and Ms. M.

When we rsay goodbye, we are going to get choked up.

We'd like it to happen soon for that reason.

The new photo is Sonny,  the horse who ran away to live here.

He's a big ol quarter/paint.   And and you could put a baby on his

back.  I am pretty sure that when he speaks, it is the same voice as

Chill Wills.

Will get the angel pic up.  Have to go take ore of Puppa Luppa.

Thanks, gang.

Puppy on main street

Lazst night from about7 until 2 am, we followed, bribed a calm but elusive six month-old half pit bull puppy all over until she came with us.  Now we are trying to get a home for her.  If you know someone - and she's dear, calm, smart and we found her owners just moved without her.  She's skinny - we're feeding her & on way to vet.  We cannot keep her and live where - shall we say dogs to not come to good ends with what local resources there are.  We wonder about the efficacy of this medium - but we also believe in the power of angels.  Thanks,  y'all. 

Oh we'll post a picture asap.  And we're not kidding when we say that - and we know - she's a good dog.  Deserves some amazing place. 

big post a coming and oh yes a poll please.......

today before i blogged I think i blushed.

a small header appeared where i usually hit 'new post' and informed

me that PEOPLE WERE VISITING ME IN NUMBERS/

oooh.  I reached for my lipstick, plucked a chin hair and read on.

it seems that the swell folks at google asked me

if i'd like to advertise and make tens of millions of dollars

by the simple scrolling of logos across my precious words as i give the balm of Gilead to

my dear ones. i shudder at their presumption. 

i also might be exaggerating on the money thing.

oh well, but this little voice said, 'oh i remember once long ago,

when numbers and things like stats meant something close to

the level of importance to me.  and i am doing a hoochie coochie

dance for another aspect of it so why not.  but nah.  i wanna pick

who hollers at my peeps. seems only right.

but those are memories of another vertice of the same hologram. 

lately it's kind of soft and quiet

here and new ads might make it seem -

why excuse an uncharacteristic coyness coming from

me as naturally as curse words...

like Ah was expecting fancier friends.

 aw shucks.

mistah google, honey, Ah hardly know you.

and i am serious about that Big Fat Groovy Post later on. 

i get all excited and write it and then one letter form someone

will make me go oh my I didn't mean to sound so SERIOUS

and i take it off.

sometimes when someone loves you , they read

more into a splinter than is there.  but sometimes

that love ccan remove the splinter that is a beam

in the eye and mostly no always how lucky i am

to have a friend who loves me so much that

he could overlook the guilt of the criminal to

percieve the suffering of the sinner.

that's rich.

thank you.

Ray Anderson's passing....

This man was one of my heroes.  For about sixty good reasons.  But the main one was that he realized he wanted to be different, to accomplish something much more than he'd been doing - and he not only did it but did it in the in the least offensive way, not a shred of holier than thou to him.  And since he began this evolution at an age when most people retire or thereabouts, it just kind of gave me hope for the world. 

I wish I'd gotten to shake his hand.  My condolences to his loved ones - and here's hoping that you feel his presence around you all.  What a fortunate bunch - to feel love, to let it get that big and have it enlarge, multipy and ravish the ether with its expansion.

There may little empirical evidence to support the gathering momentum of what I believe re: spirit and how inexorable its growth, but it sure feels better than the edges of my old groovy agnosticism.  Feels better, I said.  I mean, if you're faced with condescension from an evangelical, it's kind of a proud moment. 

I recall trying to say, in a voice as cheerful as the one with which they assured me of perdition - on those rare occasions I explained, yes, I love Jesus very much and I know He'll forgive me hoping to hell that whatever Paradise is, that we will not be roommates.  But this knowing half smile, tender sneer would rise to their eyes as if trying to come up with TBN acceptable words to let me know that hell was my destiny. 

AHA I thought.  Tell me.  So that I can then tell you that there IS not hell that we made it up and that most of us have a hard enough time wrapping minds around original love behind it all.   But it never was as satisfying a transaction as I'd hoped. 

This started off being a fine missive.  Now I have reawakened old scores which are invisible. 

Ray, you there?  Forgive me.  And put in a good word for all of us. 

May your flight with the angels be all that you imagine and then some.  And sending your family all the light my feeble batteries will transmit.

(Oh, and sir.  Thanks for being a diamond in an old shut down mine called Dixie.  Just for the hell of it,

if you see Robert Burd, please give my regards.  Actually, I'll be lucky if anything I can do 

vibrationally speaking - can reach where you are already.   Same chances of those of a 300 pound groupie with cold sore & a mullet making it onto the KISS bus after a show.  But miracles happen and sometimes that Boone's Farm under your arm and the coincidence of blue laws make strange meetings happen.)

Speakking of buses,  I am kicking myself off the attempted dignified missive one this morning.  God bless us every one. 

Kardashian Psychic Readings.

Hey! To answer a repeating thought around here, yes, I realize that my new avocation could be more ridiculous.  (There are more examples.  And no one can write more jokes about this than I have.  But I have been studyin' all this.  Doing Jethro cipherin' if you will.  And there's no other way around it - Spirit stuff has to have a lot of different windows.  There are millions.  For some spirits, perahps arriving through one medium is as odious as having to use a fuschia Princess phone if you 're a big burly man man.   Wait.  Make that a Frosty lilac.

In the harvest gold, avocado green appliance freshness of this local clime, I spy something that has been sinking in for a while now.  It's a series of billboards in our county and surrounding ones.  A  pleasant enough woman, not even forty yet, maybe 32, has kind of a turned profile of herself and her business for all to peruse.  She sells a service in an industry that exists in great competition within itself.  It's a generallly villified big picture but teh local sales folk do not bear the weight fo our scorn.   

Lately, it isn't just her.  She has added testimonials.  Happy customer remarks to the left of her photo.  Now I mention the catch.  This particular woman has the most impressive rack south of Wheeling.  Wearing a tight jersey something, she looks like a stock car driver's trophy wife.  He settled in the face department to get
those.

Dem are something.  She apparently never blinked at cutting the picture off to just have her face.  Or a nice brooch.  No, she's let nature run its course and she signed up for it.  God bless her..  And that's how you know I ain't in LA, by the way.

Maybe I mentioned it because of my own slackness in the self promotion dept.  Okay, that means I have to go find the fake hooters I had out after basically renting them for a decade.  But gosh.  I couldn't wear jackets and when I got up to 259, it was just another roll blocking my view of - most of me.

What do you know.  Turns out I am a member of the Flat Earth Society after all. 

I am donating 10% of psychic money to Bill Frist's Somalia relief.  And that's the first time I ever claimed a charity - as in OH LOOK AT ME.  YOU guys are doing it.  And since I am about to go shoot a pilot on this and other things in my pro life, maybe I need the practice.  
We are much obliged.