by Ann Patty
And then in came this truly incredible person into my life. I thought it may be too soon, but the universe knew better. For such a sage person, one would think that I would have my cognitive life better put together. While it’s true that tapping into other dimensions was somewhat of an advantage, it also confused the brain due to issues of the heart. Yes, it lent perspective. But still, being human, living the human condition, spiritual or not, human emotions impeded and ruled most every decision I made.
I did see a pattern. Rich and I met via a chat room, then email, then graduated to talking on the phone. There had been such a strong connection between us in our exchanges that we had both agreed to continue the contact far down the road. Rich insisted on this to be the case. For the short term, we had fun texting short, silly messages to each other daily. Two- and three-word flirts was our norm.
One night I took a few puffs of pot and got high. And once again, our now nightly phone conversations ensued. Rich got to see another side of me—a silly, girly side this time. Not the stoic clairvoyant. He commented that I was fun. I believed he relished learning about my multifaceted sides. It fascinated Rich. It glued him to me more. Then a thought crossed my path: Wait until the bipolar subject comes up. I believed that would jar his thinking out of his head. A pot-smoking, clairvoyant, bipolar, horse-crazy, nature-loving, independent soul. Well, at least I was getting an accurate résumé constructed.
At that point, Rich probably knew a whole lot more about me than I did about him. Of the two of us, I talked more. I believed Rich thought the opposite: that because of my seeing ways, I knew him without asking. Truth was I didn’t—and don’t—constantly read a person. It’s too much work. As our friendship grew, the trust developed more deeply, and social intimacy formed. That was our basis for truly knowing one another.
Rich had developed many questions around my ability. Rightly so. I knew he was taken with me. Fascinated may be the correct word. He told me that I was different and unlike any other person he had known. This seemed to grab him by surprise. The funny thing was I had written out a manifestation list for my “perfect mate,” and, oddly, Rich had started to measure up pretty darn good. Gosh, I could not have imagined hooking up with a person I had gotten crazy about so fast, but it began to happen. Of course I will divulge that I had written up several lists for several kinds of mates I wanted in my life—kind of like a “man smorgasbord” of sorts!
I had the belief we would converse for another month before some breakthrough would occur and a peculiar contact might happen that would determine our future. So, so many visions. There was just too much to see with too much not to know about. I did not set my visions in stone as they were ever-changing, along with my free will.
My fantasies were nice. What I dreamt then had possibilities untold. Or, decidedly, it could all be a part of my imagination. This was the mystery of my mind—and the life of being clairvoyant. Each phone call from Rich I relished. And I was eager for the next. But, decidedly, I felt that if he were to drop me like a hot potato, I knew I could handle it. First and foremost, I needed to acknowledge that he might not be my permanent path, only a spur in the trail. And second, when you get older you learn to handle rejection. Not to say it gets any easier; just saying there are facets of life that always remain. You’ve just got to swallow the type of cake you ordered.
I was a hopeful being. I did hope the universe would line us up in unison, even if only for then. To have and hold a person. To be totally loved—or better, in love. Wow. That was why we were both cautious. Each time we first started our conversations, Rich had a shield of armor on. He was reserved and cautious. That was good. I tend to just let my hair down—within reason of course. Our phone calls gave us the chance to evaluate, get to know each other, and decide each time whether there would be next steps. It was going to take awhile because we had just scratched the surface. By the time we would get to the point of a face-to-face meeting, we’d know intimately almost everything about the other. That was an interesting thought, and an advantage. Knowing Rich just through conversations built an unseen expectation of trust. I could only imagine our first encounter. I would hope the bedroom would not be far, if we made it there. Dreams.
A word about love... there I go: cautious. That high-flying feeling was a big WOW. I do believe that being in love was a manifestation of our inner peace and growth. No one can make you be in love. No one. The idea of, and the feeling of being in love is something you have already found inside of yourself FIRST. Other people just resonate that vibration back to you. That reflection, the mirror from another, is a recognition of your own inner love. Being in love is real. Yet it is also an idea. Sometimes we can be in love with the idea of being in love, and it has the same results. Yes, it was grand to be immersed in being in love with another person. But no, you do not need another person in order to be in love. For being in love is foremost found within your own heart first, then thereafter to share.
Like Kind
Rich unnerved me in a perplexing way. So, apparently I was learning from him. He had a maturity I had not encountered in many, or perhaps any. He was quite vocal in his philosophies of life, although he was always reserved initially. Most likely it was because he was feeling me out and did not want to offend me and my ideals. Rich knew that I welcomed his thoughts without reservations. I liked and wanted to know his inner side and what made him tick.
Yet Rich’s raw honesty was almost disconcerting. Partly it was due to my perception that most people did not endorse frank honesty. Not many people lived with such a high moral code. Rich did. And he would go off on righteous tangents—most of which I totally agreed with him! Yet, because he was only a phone call figure, the non-attachment to him made conversations easy. Psychic interconnections aside, I did resonate with his truths. 100%. That was unsettling. I had always thought that if I met someone of this caliber, I would be ecstatic. I was. Yet it seemed surreal.
Rich was comfortable enough to tastefully share his sexual views, likes and dislikes. His expressions turned me upside down in an odd way. His words turned me on, most definitely, yet he turned me off because his experiences had been with others. I wondered if we would do what he craved. This was a jealousy on my part.
I do not believe any woman wants to hear what her (potential) mate has done with another. Granted, I had no right to be envious, or even wishful, and that was the unsettling piece. So it challenged me to disassociate and listen only. I could have told Rich this area was off limits, but I was too enamored with curiosity. Logic told me that Rich would not be sharing with me unless there was intent or motive. Many items on either of our agendas were meant as a casual conversation—although sharing such intimacies crossed the barrier of nonchalant, which put our relationship right back at intimate.
Stronger than kissing, Rich’s animal instinct led him to do something very basic when he met a woman: smell the nape of her neck. A person’s soul scent releases from this source spot. As humans, that is how we are drawn to our partners. Some of us realize this basic instinct and others have no clue.
He told me that this gesture was the first thing he did when holding his mate. Even before kissing her. Drove him wild, so he said. He told me about his drive and technicalities, if you call it that, of the call of the scent. The guy had it down pat. It sent chills up my spine. So I told Rich that was exactly what he did to me when his spirit visited. In fact he could not get enough. The guy was an animal for primal behavior. And the cool thing was he knew this—and owned it. I might have taken him back a bit telling him this anecdote, however. It was nothing he could not cope with, though.
There was something more to Rich. He had high intuition. He was intelligent. He had a strong libido. His drive and zest for life were quite strong. And some key words he used had tipped me off. I believed he was bipolar. This rather excited me because this fit. Of course I didn’t know if Rich was bipolar, or whether he just had those tendencies. But who else would understand me and my character to such a
deep level? It would take one to know one, right?
I didn’t know how long our two-hour-plus conversations would go on before the urge to mate with each other would become so strong that a visit was imminent—or cutting the connection would be necessary due to distance. However, a few trips to see each other were not out of the question. We were only eight hours away. The travel time could have been worse.
Lover’s Delight
And so it began. Our dance, unique to us, was expanding. We were crossing an alleyway one cautious step at a time.
The love banter between us as upcoming lovers was intoxicating. Serious flirting was a special, unique language that only those two lovers share. Rich and I were building a bridge and when we were done, I believed our relationship would be monumental and never stop growing. And part of crossing that bridge was word play. Rich had never had anyone who was psychic in his harem bank. So in this endeavor I was definitely different.
The fun was that I intertwined the spirit world within our own. Rich got what I meant in my double-play word meanings, but more than that, I was free to be myself and say what was on my soul mind.
A typical email flirt was like this:
ME: As always it was a pleasure last night. Call whenever the mood strikes.
You can smell the nape of my neck anytime... well you do anyway.
RICH: I know... I take hideous liberties don’t I? :)
ME: Ya, but that’s what I love about you.
Now, I had pondered whether or not to type the word LOVE, it being so new to us, but Rich was bold and had taught me about being brave while being bold. While these words are in the same complementing teams, bold and brave were distinctly different.
Saying the word LOVE within any male-female context equates to some sort of commitment—and yet it does not have to. It was only a word with a strong connotation, and when used responsibly can set the stage of intent. Just having someone say I love you is a powerful affirmation to your self-worth.
And love has its offerings. Some day ahead, perhaps I would benefit from all of Rich’s past exploits. Other women in Rich’s journey had taught him how to become a better lover; of that he was outspoken. As a young man, he had once had a sexual mentor—just like indigenous tribes have, where an older woman takes and initiates a young buck. Well, Rich experienced such a rite of passage. He told me his body listened and he was an astute pupil. I believed Rich passed with straight A’s, judging from the passionate hints he chose to share. And as well, Rich may benefit from my past if that time comes. While it is true that sexual encounters teach you, those experiences are not something most folks want to hear about. People want their own unobstructed educations: a fresh slate inside clean sheets.
As a culture we tend to get jealous of the others in our mate’s life. We shouldn’t. They were just a part of their path that brought them to you. It is a gift that your partner wants to be with you and you alone. What two people share is their unique dance.
Rich and I both possessed incredibly strong auras. Separately, our spirits were well developed and impenetrable. But coupled together we were going to be an incurable force to reckon with. We each needed the other’s half—perhaps more accurately our twin half—to offset and balance our self. Sex is most certainly not a competitive event; rather, it’s an unselfish, complimentary offering. Sex redefines the balance of creation within. Confident and caring, your sense of self boosts your partner’s esteem and essence. The sexual act is intoxicating, especially when with the one you love.
Sensitivity
Rich observed early on and stated that I must get sensitivity overload, being an open sieve. I was taken aback by his astute comment after only a few telephone conversations. He even sympathized with my clairvoyant condition. Because I am a sponge, he thought I got overloaded a lot. True.
Visiting stores that contain a lot of media gadgets overwhelmed me. Inner city visits were limited. Loud places were over-the-top stimulating. Never had anyone noticed how the environment affected my sensitivities. Rich had the incredible ability of listening, observing, and giving feedback. More than that, he had given me one of the best acknowledgments, bordering a compliment, ever.
From our exchanges, there have been many happenstances. One day I sent Rich another lesson on coping with energies:
G’morning Rich,
I wonder and hope that you slept better last night. Here are some more spiritual lessons for you...
Often when you begin to open up psychically, your body reacts... think I mentioned this somewhere along the way. Our contact has most likely done your system a major shift. If you experience discomfort such as not sleeping, anxiety, antsy-ness, stomach flutters, you can do something about this = protect yourself with your own aura energy.
This is very easy to do and right now you will benefit from doing this a few times throughout the day.
Just ask your spirit guides to protect you in a specific way. Make sure you thank them thereafter—they do understand gratitude in that realm. For instance, you might ask for them to surround you with love and create a barrier from lower energy attacks on your psyche. See, in the ‘other’ worlds there are ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ energies, much like here on earth. When you begin to open up, ALL energies will be attracted to you. It is important to keep out the disturbing ones and let only the ones in that you want. It’s like here on earth: good vs. not-so-good people energies.
You stated that you don’t get physically sick. Neither do I. We’ve become adept at thwarting off viruses in our physical realm. You can do the same just across the border of where your physical ends and your aural begins.
Concentrate on protecting your aura. Imagine yourself sitting inside your aura bubble and then cover your whole self with white light—positive energy. Ask for guidance and help from your guides. I suspect you have some very strong guides that watch over you… they probably helped lead you to me! This process is a thinking process—just imagine it. After awhile, it will become a being process—you will integrate it until it becomes second nature.
When you send your energy out to me, it travels. This is where you need to protect yourself too. Call it travel insurance. You don’t want to pick up stragglers and free rides along the way, then bring them back to your home where they are not welcome. Again, just a quick energy wash and uplift yourself a few times a day will help. After you become comfortable with this technique you can go on automatic pilot and it will be part of your routine, like brushing your teeth.
This is essentially what I did to you last night before drifting off to sleep myself. I called up what I call a silver thread of light, wrapped it around you and your aura and gave my blessing for you to sleep and be well. I do this often when I know friends are in distress and they need a bit of outside comfort and calm.
Anyway, that’s it for today’s lesson. Live and sleep well, my friend!
Next Step
Relationships have several phases. Once disclosure begins, the next level of intimacy commences. It may seem strange that a person can become emotionally embroiled over the phone, but this happens. It can even happen through emails and chat rooms. Words connect!
Each new morsel swallowed grows more vines in that friendship chain. The more seeds planted, the stronger the vine.
One morning, Rich sent me two music videos. One was for me and one was for him. For me he sent INXS Elegantly Wasted. His state of mind was reflected in Crash Test Dummies: Keep a Lid on Things... a statement he had referred to on occasion.
This simple gesture was the stuff that touched my heart. He thought of me. Apparently a lot. HIS song was testament to this.
Another telltale sign of moving to our next step was acknowledging each other by checking in. One day Rich told me that he had commitments over the next week. Our time would be limited. He was definitely considerate. He had taken up the stance that I should know his whereabouts. And I did appreciate his care for our relationship. His check-in was as if he were living with me.
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br /> I had not known Rich that long. Three weeks. We lived in different worlds, yet we had bridged with our lives through our voices and common intuition. I have to interject something here about a person’s voice. When I first heard Rich’s voice on my phone recorder, I skipped a breath. Whether I knew it was to sound like that—or because I had longed to hear it, I just don’t know. But it resonated with me and did every time I heard it. He mentioned too that it was good to hear my voice. Like scents, voices are part of the attraction drive.
