Dear Beloved Distracted Self, This is What I Want to Tell You…

You have been using distraction for so much of your life to get away from things. To move beyond the outright difficult feelings. You thought those feelings would crush you, destroy you, demolish you, but they will not. I see that you have feared your strength is actually minimal and that you are truly weak, terrified that the world might see this and know the truth about you. But oh my dear beloved, you are not weak, but so strong. You have weathered so many deep pains and traumas both in this lifetime and all the hundreds of others you have lived too, but that’s part of what makes you so strong. You underestimate yourself, you always have.  And part of deciding to live from your truth, from the essence of your divine being-self, is choosing to see yourself as I do. You are beloved. Not just by me but by others there on your energetic plane of existence too and this is your opportunity to thrive within your own work around loving yourself. Everyone else’s love has always felt like it falls short because in truth, your love falls short. Your love for yourself. Can you choose to release some of the distractions that you use to fill up your time and energy with and instead bring to the forefront the deep longing and desire that you have to love yourself? Because only you can do this part of the work. No one else can do it for you – not even me. Can you love yourself and be complete and whole as YOU even when your parents sit right across from you calling you “she” and your birth name? Can you love yourself and be complete and whole as YOU even when you come up against people who act out against you or misbehave? Can you just continue to come home to yourself, within your own truth and be unafraid to be exactly who you are, where you are, when you’re there? I know that you can. I know that these distractions are all things that you think fill you up and make you feel less disconnected, but you don’t need anything to help you feel that because you are connection. Your very essence is oneness and connection with all, when people appear to create disconnection and separation, that is them demonstrating to you their own fears, and discomfort or feeling isolated, separate and alone. The reflection it mirrors back to you is that of your own feelings around those things and your desire to remember none of that is reality. It’s only the fear based thinking of the ego. So maybe next time you come up against those fear based ideas you can ask yourself —maybe this isn’t the case? Then allow your perspective to shift out of the fear and back into the love. Let’s see what happens then, my beloved. Let’s see.  

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The house that is now just a house that’s not your home…

Waiting for this, waiting for that. Waiting for your girlfriend to get off work, waiting for people from your work to contact you back about answers you needed, waiting for your parents to come around. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for the next hit off the bong to take effect. Waiting to feel nothing again….

Sometimes in life you keep repeating similar scenarios with the same lessons to learn but you don’t always learn them. So, as the Creator we continue to give you scenarios for you to come to a new conclusion from the “same old problem” space. You have spent many years, gosh probably the last 7 or so just waiting. Waiting for this, waiting for that. Waiting for your girlfriend to get off work, waiting for people from your work to contact you back about answers you needed, waiting for your parents to come around. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for the next hit off the bong to take effect. Waiting to feel nothing again. You kept waiting around until you got so bored that all you wanted to do was to get away from yourself. Why wouldn’t your brain silence its ongoing dialogue, why couldn’t you go and step outside your comfort zone and explore and adventure back out in the world again. No, “I must wait you said.” Until finally one day it all caught up to you and broke you wide open. Sobriety and infections and surgeries followed and you learned a little…but then fell back into your ways of waiting. Waiting on those in your life who you needed something from. Waiting on yourself to stop making excuses to just do your spiritual work. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Then you started a new relationship with your current partner, living 790 miles away. 790 miles of waiting. Waiting for flights, and phone calls, and time zone differences. Waiting to move forward and change again. Last fall you stepped into that space and quit waiting, you packed up your belongings and headed out on the road slowly making your way from 790 miles down to 0. Then as the Creators we asked you again to step up into your power, to step into your role spiritually, but you’ve been hesitant and wavered. So, to show you the discomfort of this space, and the call we are pulling you towards which is to step up and out, we have implemented the waiting game again. This time with the sale of your house and here you are again, waiting, waiting, waiting. But this time you are catching on to our game. You are realizing much quicker than before that your work in this is to just surrender. To let go, knowing that the Creator has a plan, the Creator is aware of situations and events happening that you have no vision of. You’re learning finally that Faith is more productive that fear.


Alex picked “Sosideshotul Seer” for his title because at the center of his work what he does is “see” people at their core, soul-self. His intention is to demonstrate that vision to the client and help them recognize their ability to manifest healing, and to access their own wisdom. Sessions with Alex can encompass a multitude of modalities depending on what each person’s needs are. Some sessions might be focused more on intuitive readings and channeling information directly from Spirit, (which may include work with crystals, color, and Tarot cards.) Other sessions may focus more on shamanic journeying. The journeys begin and end with drumming, which help him enter an altered state of consciousness to access other realms and facilitate the session. He then acts as an intermediary between the human world and the spirit worlds, where he will walk you through your own shamanic journey. Shamanic journeying is effective at healing traumas and restoring balance and wholeness with the desired result being a mended soul. Our work together is to connect with Spirit Guides to make changes in the ethereal realm that foster healing in this physical reality.

Resolve the disharmony of the soul. Find your way home.

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Be Still and Know…

Fidgeting in a pew, tapping my shoes on the floor, opening the Book of Common Prayer, closing the Book of Common Prayer. Sit still. Listen. Pay attention. Were the words muttered by the adults around me. Sunday mornings like this for me and many of my fellow two to three-foot-tall humans were tedious and unceasing. Before long my mother created these bags that each of the children could take at the beginning of the service, they had coloring books or notepads, word puzzles, with crayons and the like. They were bags of entertainment for the children, but really relief for the anxious parents afraid their child was making too much noise during service. Looking back now I realize how all of us, parents and children alike, while sitting in a “house of worship” where we were being told parables and stories, quotes from the bible like “Be still and know that I am God”, the last thing we could do was be still. Let alone be still and know…know what? Know that people might be judging me for who I am, or who I choose to love? That unconditional love from that place ended up at times feeling like the biggest hypocritical phrase ever. But in my 40th year on this planet, I am finally learning to know what it means to be still, to be still and know. Now I know the what. And the how. Our lives, our jobs, our houses are filled with all the similar things like those childhood distraction bags. We run from dropping the kids at school, to the office, to a lunch meeting, pick the kids up from school, run home, cook dinner, clean, do laundry, put the kids to bed, watch a bit of House of Cards and fall asleep mid-sentence. Rinse, Wash, Repeat. Be still. My least favorite part of my house, this strict, uninviting, stiff, but beautiful grey mid-century modern couch has taught me a good lesson. In my strict repetition of my schedule, I become uninviting to the softness and calm quiet in my life, stiffened and hardened to those around me who are just as busy and frantic. But my couch teaches me to sit in the discomfort that I race away from, to embrace myself even in my fragility, and to look deeper and see my strength and sturdiness. That I am capable of holding myself up, and even others as needed. My aesthetic doesn’t always fit in with others, but it’s intentional, it’s the look I’m supposed to be going for. To sit with myself, right where I am, even in the midst of the fire, and know. Know that there is light at the end of the tunnel, help is always available, I am not alone. Neither are you.


Alex picked “Sosideshotul Seer” for his title because at the center of his work what he does is “see” people at their core, soul-self. His intention is to demonstrate that vision to the client and help them recognize their ability to manifest healing, and to access their own wisdom. Sessions with Alex can encompass a multitude of modalities depending on what each person’s needs are. Some sessions might be focused more on intuitive readings and channeling information directly from Spirit, (which may include work with crystals, color, and Tarot cards.) Other sessions may focus more on shamanic journeying. The journeys begin and end with drumming, which help him enter an altered state of consciousness to access other realms and facilitate the session. He then acts as an intermediary between the human world and the spirit worlds, where he will walk you through your own shamanic journey. Shamanic journeying is effective at healing traumas and restoring balance and wholeness with the desired result being a mended soul. Our work together is to connect with Spirit Guides to make changes in the ethereal realm that foster healing in this physical reality.

Resolve the disharmony of the soul. Find your way home.

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Guest Writer: Cat Calhoun on Death, Dying and Beyond, Part 5

When I first heard it, it was just the sound of whispering behind boarded up windows. I was in New Orleans, five years after Hurricane Katrina ripped through the city, leaving debris, chaos, and desperation in its’ wake. I had been photographing a ruined church, capturing the beauty in the devastation and abandonment. Hearing the disembodied voices, I lowered my camera and cocked my head to one side. What was that? After a few moments of silence, I decided it was probably either nothing at all or perhaps some homeless people sheltering in the vacant church. I kept photographing until I heard it again. I stopped to listen and this time the whisper said my name: “Catherine. Dawn. Calhoun.”

I scarcely had time to think, “Hey, now. No one calls me that but my mom,” when I felt something blow into my body like a strong breeze through a window, enter the center of my left shoulder blade and settle into my trunk. I was instantly overwhelmed with a huge desire to get as drunk as possible. Granted, I’ve spent some time diligently working my way toward the bottom of various alcohol bottles, but this drive to inebriate was very odd because 1) it was 10 o’clock in the morning and 2) I don’t even like the taste of alcohol (thanks to numerous hangovers in my youth).

Nevertheless, I stowed my camera in my pack and jogged about a half a block to catch up with my partner, who had walked on ahead of me as I had photographed. I locked my arm into hers and said enthusiastically, “Hey, let’s go get a drink!” She gave me a weird look and a resounding no. I grumbled a bit, but we didn’t go drinking. As a matter of fact, the rest of the trip was pretty much alcohol free even though the cravings continued, and we returned home without drunken incident.

Unfortunately for my ‘hitchhiker,’ I’ve logged enough time on this planet to have some truly awful hangovers, as previously mentioned, and have zero desire to repeat that particular experience. Unfortunately for me, the more I refused my hitchhiker’s desires, the more agitated I became until finally, a month later, I was a seething, angry mess. Enter the previously referenced, Barbara The Energy Ninja. Barbara called her favorite helper for this kind of work, a being she experiences as the Archangel Michael, and the angel escorted my passenger to a better, more appropriate place. The anger and the deep desire for alcohol left immediately. And I was left with a whole new concept to ponder: possession.

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Devils and demons, according to the theology of my childhood, were lurking around every corner and under every stone, waiting to pounce on the unwary and either possess or beguile them. Though I accepted this teaching in my youth, the questions and inconsistencies mounted in my adult years until finally I scrapped everything I’d been taught about spirituality and for several years believed nothing at all. Though I had slowly rebuilt a lot of my spiritual practice in ways that worked for me over the ensuing years, the concept of any kind of spiritual possession was left unaddressed in a corner of my mental attic, written off as a power and control mechanism wielded by the theological elite to keep the masses frightened and in line.

The experience in New Orleans prompted me to retrieve this dismissed and forgotten concept and to look at it with fresh eyes. It was clearly a “possession” experience, but at no point did it look like anything scripted in the movies, nor did it resemble anything I was taught in my childhood. It wasn’t frightening, but it was weird and uncomfortable. Based on what I understand now, I think what happened was that I encountered an “earth bound spirit.”

An earthbound spirit is what is left when someone dies but doesn’t make a smooth transition between physical life and death. From a shamanic viewpoint, these bodies we walk around in are on loan to us, consisting of components we borrow from the Earth for a time. When we are done with this life, we return those elements back to the Earth, allowing the soul, mind, and consciousness to disconnect from that combination of physical elements.

In a “good” death experience, a dying person goes through a process of letting go. They might let go of people they love by saying goodbye. They could let go of attachment to possessions that hold meaning to them by having a will in place or by giving their possessions away to people they think would love them. The person could also have a living will, which indicates they have a sense that they will let go of the body at some point and might even need help releasing the anchors holding them to physical existence. They might also have a cosmological belief system that would give them a sense of comfort about what happens after their body dies. All of these things will help a person move easily from this version of reality into What Is Next.

Earthbound spirits, for whatever reason, have attachments that keep them tied to their former lives. An earthbound spirit might have died suddenly or in such a way that they didn’t understand their own dying process, as discussed in the previous article. Others might feel very attached to people, to things in their lives, or to the experience of living, leaving them partially connected to their previous physical existence and lost in the process of transition. It was one of these people/earthbound spirits that found me. Perhaps it was not even aware that it had hitched a ride. It might simply have been looking for light, energy, or something that felt familiar and comforting. In this case, that comfort and familiarity might have been a shot of whiskey … or five.

Though I was taught in my youth that possession should be met with exorcism, this is not a great approach in most instances. Earthbound spirits are suffering and in need. Exorcism might work, but will not help the spirit heal and may result in them getting sucked back into the original person they were kicked out of when they find themselves again, wandering, hurting, and looking for some kind of solid ground.

By contrast, “de-possession” seeks to bring resolution to the entire situation, helping the earthbound spirit to find a way to detach from this life and move on into light, growth, and healing. In the best possible outcome, the person who was ‘possessed’ is also healed when they seek ways to strengthen their own energy field from the inside out so that the weak spots in their field are strengthened and are no longer vulnerable to outside interference.

It has been my experience that most possession events are earthbound spirits looking for help in some way, though they may not know what has happened to them, what kind of help they need, or even that they have slipped into someone’s personal space. True, the combination of a living person and an earthbound spirit gets pretty uncomfortable and can have malevolent results, but this is more likely to be the result of the incompatible chemistry rather than some kind of demonic intent. In most of these encounters, de-possession is the best treatment. There is no battle to be waged, no war to be fought, just a win-win for both parties.

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Do you feel like you relate a little too much to the concept of possession as it’s been described? You might need some help from a de-possession expert. Contact a local shamanic practitioner who is trained in this form of work. It’s a gentle experience that heals everyone.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4 of this series.


Cat Calhoun has been Clinic in whiteseeing dead people for more than 50 years, but that’s not her only claim to fame. She is also a licensed acupuncture practitioner, a Shamanic practitioner, and a certified Usui Reiki Master Therapist whose overwhelming passion is weaving this physical existence into the greater whole of Who We Are.

Guest Writer: Cat Calhoun on Death, Dying and Beyond, Part 4

Hallucinations

For two months the dreams just wouldn’t stop. The images were foreign, the sequences disturbing, the content anxious. Pedaling a three-wheeled cab through unfamiliar streets in Ireland, passing buildings painted in vivid shades of blue, green, and orange. Sneaking into and out of a mental hospital in Louisiana with my friend Brigid to escape an evil sheriff. Wading through a swamp filled with dying animals calling to me for help I could not give.

Brigid had died several weeks prior to the onset of these vivid, heavy dreams. It took me weeks to realize the images belonged not to me, but to Brigid. One night her presence was so real, so sad, so confused that both my partner and I woke in the middle of the night from the heaviness and oppressive quality her suffering mind carried. I saw her clearly that night – red hair flowing as if she was under water, crying in confusion and fear. I did the only thing I could think to do at the moment. I used Reiki to create a safe bubble for her, inviting her to get in and rest. I remember her lying there in her temporary safe zone, her face finally relaxing as I gifted her Reiki energy.

Brigid haunted my nights, not out of maliciousness, but perhaps hoping I could see her, hear her, and give her some grounding. She was reaching out to me for help, but her loss had left me weak with grief. And just as in the dreams she poured into my sleeping hours, I could do little to help.

It took the assistance of my friend Barbara, a serious energy ninja, before I found help for Brigid. Barbara saw how fatigued I was. She sat me down and put her hands on my head as I closed my eyes. In my mind, I saw a dimly lit room in which Brigid was facing me, her eyes locked with mine. After what seemed to be only a few moments, a tall door opened behind Brigid. I saw what looked like highway yellow beyond the opening. She turned toward it and with a bright flash of light she was gone.

The oppressive heaviness I’d felt on my shoulders, in my head, and in my chest for so many weeks lifted immediately. I cried with relief as I called my wife to say that she was gone, crossed over, and hopefully at peace. When asked for details, all I could do was cry with joy and say, “Barbara called her a cab.” I had no idea why I phrased it this way.

Some months later I was at an unseasonably cool fall gathering. It would have been Brigid’s 57th birthday in a few days. I saw Brigid’s daughter, who had been by her side through her illness. Knowing about my ability to talk with those who have crossed over, she asked if I had seen her mother. When I said yes, she wanted to know everything I’d experienced. I was reluctant to tell her until she reminded me that she was there through it all, witness to both her mother’s physical deterioration and the fears her hallucinations had bred.

So I told her. I told her about the disturbing images and fragmented dreams. I told her about the night Brigid’s presence was so vivid. I told her about the visions of carrying her mother’s nearly weightless skin-and-bones body, blood leaking out of every orifice as she begged me for help I was powerless to render. And I told her about Barbara, the flash of yellow, and “calling the cab.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she softly confirmed the dreams as reflective of her mother’s visions and declining health. After another quiet moment she asked, “Did you know my uncle was a cab driver?” I hadn’t. Brigid and her brother were extremely close. I knew she had mourned him deeply when he died. And I now knew that she had gone with him when he came to pick her up.

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When someone dies while not fully connected to what we would consider “reality” (i.e., people in comas, those who are suffering from dementia, people who are hallucinating), there is the possibility that they are not aware that they have died. My friend needed help understanding what had happened to her. When Barbara was able to reach through the fog, to tell Brigid what had happened, and to offer her a way past the twilight awareness and confusion, she accepted it.

I think Brigid would have eventually found her way, as most ‘earth bound’ spirits do, though their concept of time is very different from ours and so it might seem to us that it takes a long time to progress. We can still, however, render assistance from this side of the energetic fence to ease the pain and suffering for those we have lost.

Many shamanic practitioners offer what is called psychopomp work. A psychopomp enters the shamanic state, calling on helper spirits to seek for the spirits of those who have died. If the person is found, we ask the person/spirit if they are comfortable where they are and if they would like help progressing forward. Guardian and helping spirits are always available and eager to help when called upon. If the individual wants to stay where they are for the time being, we will remind them that when they are ready, they can always call for help and help will come.

If you want to check up on someone you care about, contact a shamanic practitioner or rescue medium that is trained in working with those who have transitioned past this physical life. This work can be done either with a local practitioner or remotely, giving those who do not have a shamanic practitioner in their area the ability to offer help to those they love.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 of this series.


Cat Calhoun has been Clinic in whiteseeing dead people for more than 50 years, but that’s not her only claim to fame. She is also a licensed acupuncture practitioner, a Shamanic practitioner, and a certified Usui Reiki Master Therapist whose overwhelming passion is weaving this physical existence into the greater whole of Who We Are.

Confessions of a Hypocrite

Hi, my name is Alex and I’m a hypocrite, I have abstained from my hypocrisy for 2 hours and 22 minutes. I confess to the very deeds that I have accused many of doing to me. I have been a Pharisee, the worst of them all. Questioning my own worth, denying that I was loveable, or good enough, crying out “sinner” and “crucify him.” All the while it was me standing there receiving the judgment of which I had been the perpetrator. The judgment that was much worse than what I received from the others in my life who I felt taught me these lessons. I have been my own worst enemy. I have not loved myself with my whole heart or loved my neighbors as myself, because the truth is, how could I? I haven’t truly loved myself, how could I possibly love my neighbor? I end up resenting them, that they want my love, that I’m supposed to give my love so freely. Who ever gave me love so freely? Not me, that’s for certain.

I have an addiction. I have taken my family’s place as the creator of my own hell. I didn’t get “sent” to hell because of the things about me that they thought were worthy of hell, I sent myself there! I made my life a living hell. A self-fulfilling prophecy, full of fire and brimstone and destruction, by the ways in which I tore myself down, belittled myself, spoke poorly of myself or outright hated myself. So today, I lay down my gavel, my judges robe, my title as head Pharisee, and I welcome myself home. Back into the loving arms of Source, of the Divine, from the very energy I was created from. Because the truth is, no one has caused me as much pain as I have caused myself.

So today, I wish upon all those who I have called a hypocrite, and to my own self, true healing from this dis-ease of self-loathing and shame. I commit to spending my days learning to love and accept myself right where I am and then to do unto others as I have done to myself.

Broken but beautiful, flawed yet somehow perfect, willing to learn from my mistakes, knowing the past brought me right where I’m supposed to be. Then turning fear into faith, acknowledging I have a problem, I’m an addict, but I do the best that I can, and that in truth, is good enough. My name is Alex and I’m a recovering hypocrite. This is day one.


See Part 1: From Accusation to Empathy


Alex picked “Sosideshotul Seer” for his title because at the center of his work what he does is “see” people at their core, soul-self. His intention is to demonstrate that vision to the client and help them recognize their ability to manifest healing, and to access their own wisdom. Sessions with Alex can encompass a multitude of modalities depending on what each person’s needs are. Some sessions might be focused more on intuitive readings and channeling information directly from Spirit, (which may include work with crystals, color, and Tarot cards.) Other sessions may focus more on shamanic journeying. The journeys begin and end with drumming, which help him enter an altered state of consciousness to access other realms and facilitate the session. He then acts as an intermediary between the human world and the spirit worlds, where he will walk you through your own shamanic journey. Shamanic journeying is effective at healing traumas and restoring balance and wholeness with the desired result being a mended soul. Our work together is to connect with Spirit Guides to make changes in the ethereal realm that foster healing in this physical reality.

Resolve the disharmony of the soul. Find your way home.