Woo Woo

By Pauline Evanosky

(Guide Speak and Folk in Spirit Speak are all in Bold Italics font. My part is in a regular font.)

I want to preface this article for those readers who have not read my articles or know anything about me by saying I am a psychic channel. In 1993 I started talking to invisible people who called themselves spiritual teachers, at least my guide, Seth, who was the first entity I talked to, was like that. That first year I pretty much only talked to him. When you learn how to channel, you get in the way of yourself a whole lot, and much of what you hear is distorted, twisted, and just incredibly fanciful. In fact, when I teach people to channel, I tell them to only talk to their own guide that first year and please, oh please, don’t tell anybody else what they are saying. It’s just too strange, or it was in my case.

After that first year passed, I began gradually talking to other folk in Spirit, as I like to call them. These are my own relatives who had passed on and other people outside of my own family who had died. That’s what this article is about. This is me talking to another dead guy thirty years after I first started channeling.

Hello.
Hi there. Jack? (I was thinking of Jack LaLanne.)
No. Johnny.
Oh, great. How have you been doing? (Weissmuller…think Tarzan)
Fine. You know how it is with us dead guys.
Sorry about that. (There was a mysterious technological computer thing going on. It wouldn’t stop beeping..)
Sort of like you talking with dead guys.
Yes, but I got used to that. So, do you still do things like swimming? I loved watching you in those underwater scenes when you were swimming fast to save Jane or Boy or when you wrestled with crocodiles.
That brings back memories. The thing is with remembering things you’ve done in other incarnations, it is easier to remember once you are dead than try to do it while you are alive.
Yeah, I’ve only gotten bits and pieces when I do past life regressions. I remember in one regression seeing my son running through the wheat, looking up at my soul or whatever he thought he saw, crying for me. I’d only just died. It was in Nebraska. I think it was the 1880s. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to write about that time period.
Yes, that one was poignant, and I would agree with your assessment.
So, what kinds of other lifetimes have you had? Ah, I just caught money.
There was money. New York City mid-1800s. Life was tough for many people. Compared to your now.
Did you shine shoes or something?
You caught the handlebar mustache?
Yes. I think I’m easing into the channeling now. That took me a while. I guess I’m trying extra hard to be polite.
You do not need to worry about that. Just concentrate on what I am saying. Just like you are a stenographer.
Okay. This stuff chokes me up sometimes.
It is like intimacy. You must let go of the strings that hold you down, like one of the balloons at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade.

Well, there’s an image. You know what I like when I’m talking to you?
What is that?
It is two days after we started this article, and I’ve only just come back to it. I was sort of stymied, but as soon as I sat down, it was like we’d never left off.
This happens with apple pie too.
Ha. That’s funny. People will think I’ve been drinking. Actually, apple pie sounds good.
I have some advice for you and any readers who happen down this trail. Remind yourselves to live more in the moment. Relish the little things. Try not to take anything for granted. If you can think of five things to be grateful for in the morning, it can sometimes put a good spin on your day. Be more in touch with your physical body, even if that means gazing at your reflection just to remind yourself of yourself.
Wow. That was nice. Thank you.
Yes, you are welcome.
I just had a thought. You could be the Ghost Guest.
Except, I am not a ghost.
I guess it’s sort of like I say I’m a psychic when I’m just as ordinary as anyone else.

And that, folks, is what life is like in the WooWoo.