Intuitive and Spiritual Consulting, Past Life Regression

Space Clearing, Mediumship, Animal Communication, Personal and Business Intuition, Soul Clearing, Past Life Regression

Our Space Clearing Interview with Rachel Belle, on ‘Ring My Belle,’ KIRO Radio, Seattle

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Interview with Rachel Belle, Ring My Belle Radio Segment, Seattle, June 2013Fallon and I had a wonderful team meeting with Rachel Belle, a Seattle journalist who has a segment, “Ring My Belle,” on the ‘Don and Ron Show’ on KIRO Radio, 97.3 FM, in Seattle.

Rachel contacted us because she’d seen an article in the “New York Times” about space clearing. She asked us to conduct a mini-clearing of her Seattle apartment and recorded it for her radio show.

“Home Energy Cleansing: The Crystal Ball That Does Windows” is the result.

I found Rachel to be smart, curious, and funny, all excellent qualities in a reporter. She was unfamiliar with space clearing, which a lot of people are, and part of our session was explaining that it does not mean we dust or vacuum!

Space clearing cleanses the vibrations of a space. That means as we go about our day we leave bits and pieces of our emotions, feelings, and experiences behind us in the places we visit, in particular our home and business spaces.

Our space clearing service operates differently than others as well. I believe in creating partnerships between people and their spaces, to mesh the needs of both sides. That is because I believe that everything is alive, has a soul, consciousness, responsibility, free choice, and an attitude. I have discovered in my work and in my personal life that living as an equal with all life adds depth and richness plus an easy, comfortable, almost mystical connection with the things around me, whatever they are. We need an edge in our lives, a way to be enriched and nurtured as we deal with daily stresses, and space clearing does that.

Before Fallon and I do a space clearing we find out what the people need and want in the space, whether it’s real estate buy/sell, a feeling of being stuck, team building at work, or simply a refreshing change. Then I go and ask the space what it needs and wants, and come back to the people with what I learn. This often results in amazing interactions with people and their spaces—from offers to support creativity to re-energized people and spaces.

Homes are particularly emotional beings. Why? Because their job is to support and nourish us (and, I’ve discovered, they take their job very seriously). Rachel’s situation was interesting. Her home was quite clear for a 100-year-old building, but it was jealous of her work space, which she felt was getting all her attention. Rachel was interested in boosting her creativity at home with art projects, and we talked about defining spaces in a home. Part of my job with clients is to help them define areas in their home that are dedicated for certain activities, from bedrooms that are just for rest, to even a small space dedicated to creative projects.

People can hire us to clear their spaces for them, and to teach them how to do it for themselves.

Do you use space clearing at home and work? What are you results?

A big thank you to Rachel Belle for the interview. She was a lot of fun, we had fun, and her work and home spaces got her attention. It’s an awesome world!

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz

 

Mindset: Why Changing Paradigms Changes the World

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Patterns by Mary Van De Ven

Patterns by Mary Van De Ven

I will listen to anyone who has something to say to me—as long as they have a healthy interest in me and in building community. That’s actually a big crowd, because most of us are genuinely interested in building a better world, and actively seeking ways to do it.

But most of us forget that it isn’t just humans who are interested in us, so we miss a lot. We miss opportunities to connect and to grow, which makes us, and the world, a bit less than it could be.

I have been talking with nonhumans since I was a kid, from my banty chicken companions to trees, buildings, and the land around me. I didn’t always understand this; I only understood that I saw things differently than other people, that a strictly human perspective didn’t include the world I knew that was full of other beings who were eager to chime in—and routinely ignored.

To be clear, I was ignored, too. What saved me was that I was a girl in a small Oregon town that didn’t think girls were relevant, a dismissal that allowed my parents to humor me within a culture that had no frame of reference for someone like me. I survived because I was very bright, worked hard, and learned to block what everybody else was blocking.

I don’t do that anymore, and neither should you. We all need to quit blocking what the rest of the world needs to share with us. Because we need to be our best selves, and that’s the only way we can.

That means bridging paradigms, moving from a human worldview to an earth worldview. Simply put, it means changing mindset.

We’re used to operating from a human mindset—a paradigm that implies that humans are in control and the world revolves around us. It operates through cultural, religious, and governmental constraints. It’s not fun—and it’s not working.

The earth mindset is true, accurate, and works. It is the world as it really exists, acknowledging that everything is alive, has a soul, responsibility, free choice, a point of view—and is equal to us.

Everything—from our animals to our homes and businesses and the land around us.

Okay, so you’re thinking that you have enough to do without wondering what your car or house or business think.

Truth is, this worldview makes things easier, and that makes you better. To create healthy, vibrant, prosperous lives, we need rock solid ground beneath us. That means space clearing that really works: the modality we teach that we call Space Cooperating.That means intuitive communication that respects differences—so that we can all grow from them, communication that we call Mindset Alchemy.

Imagine the environment we can create by finding out what the land and water think, what our buildings need and want, what they can contribute to what we need and want. (Check out some of our intuitive stories at our website.)

Imagine the possibilities for growth, creativity, and just plain fun that occur when we broaden our perspective and respect the world and everything in it as an equal.

Humans only know a small part of the world—usually just what we think up. It limits us. Want to know the truth about global warming? Ask the hurricanes. Want to know how your home would like to nourish you, or what your business might suggest for attracting new clients? Want to know how to find a new home, or direct a remodel? Want insight you can’t get anywhere else—something that could change your life?

Ask the nonhuman beings in your life. But first, change your mindset. Instead of being a boss with only some of the information, you’ll be a partner with access to much more.

How?

I teach this mindset in classes and in one-on-one sessions. It works. Your life will change. I’d say ‘trust me,’ but don’t. Trust yourself, and the beings who are waiting to share with you.

Come find out how.

©2013 Robyn M Fritz

Why Space Cooperating Is Better Than Traditional Space Clearing

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lavenderSpace clearing is a great way to keep the energies or vibrations of a space healthy and balanced. It works, but the modality I created at Alchemy West, which I call Space Cooperating,SM works better. It’s part of the Seattle intuitive consultation practice for people, homes, and businesses that I run with my partner, Fallon, the Citrine Lemurian Quartz.

What Space Clearing Is

Space clearing is a holistic method of clearing the energies or vibrations of a space. Just as you need to dust or vacuum a space to keep it sparkling, you need space clearing to make a space feel good.

It’s easier to experience this concept than to intellectualize it. If you feel uncomfortable, tired, restless, vague, or uninspired at home or work, you need to clear those spaces. Even if you feel great, you need to keep a space clear so that it continues to feel great (just like house cleaning)—the more regularly you do it, the easier it is (again, just like, well, you get it).

The problem is, traditional space clearing, the type practiced by our ancestors and adapted for our times, forces a space to change to suit us. It in effect throws a blanket on top of the space. You may feel better for a bit, but it’s pretty hard to live, let alone breathe, under a blanket 24/7.

Why Space CooperatingSM Works Better

Space CooperatingSM clears space by inviting the space to tell us what it needs and wants, and then negotiating change. Because it negotiates instead of forcing, the space doesn’t end up feeling dense and heavy, but vibrant and healthy. What’s more, when we actively cooperate with our spaces, we create partnerships with them, and the most amazing things happen!

The insights we glean from our partners help us be our best selves. This is especially true of our spaces, because they are, literally, the ground beneath our feet, the rock solid foundation we need to grow on. Their unique insights into our needs and wants can be both practical and inspiring. The sad thing is, they are often overlooked by those of us who don’t think to invite them to share with us.

In my Space CooperatingSM practice I’ve seen:

  • a house over a century old perk up and invite its new family to play with it
  • a houseboat invite its new owner to use its walls, ceiling, and floor as an art canvas
  • a huge estate admit that the property it lived on was not suitable for a young family
  • a house that didn’t want to let go of its people understand they couldn’t stay, and call new people to it

Sure, this all might have happened with space clearing, but not as easily or as happily. Because Space CooperatingSM creates partnerships. And life is about connecting.

In future articles I’ll be discussing mindset, rituals, tools, practitioners, everything you need to know about clearing space with this new method.

But for now, what questions do you have about Space CooperatingSM?

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz

When It All Makes Sense: Stepping Up to Do Your Work

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McMillin_081507_00004- skyWhat if you had an amazing ability, you stepped up and learned how to use it, and one day it all came together in a perfect moment? I saw that happen yesterday with a friend who is also one of my intuitive students.

Now, when people come to me for intuitive mentoring I tell them that all of our work, whatever it is, has value, and that their intuitive work may surprise them. I encourage them to learn how to use any ability that shows up: how else do you find what perfectly fits you and makes a difference—to you and to the world?

The truth is, developing our intuitive skills requires an open-minded, patient, tolerant worldview. Humans are actually the most limited beings out there—we have no idea what kind of jobs are out there, so we limit opportunities, or miss them altogether.

Working with the dead is one of those opportunities.

Now my friend started out learning to talk with animals, and for a long time she resisted talking with anything else. She’s one of the strongest clairaudients I know, so I challenged her to broaden her worldview and learn to talk with trees and other beings. She resisted, worried, like I used to be, that learning to talk with other beings meant she would somehow lose the ability to talk with animals.

Not true. Reassured, she opened up and had many fun, inspiring conversations with other beings. She learned the philosophy of communication we teach at Alchemy West, and she blossomed because she put ego aside and simply learned how to relate to other beings as equals. She was fascinated at how complex the universe really is.

And then the dead started showing up.

That’s when my crystal partner, Fallon, and I started to teach her how we work with the dead, from start to finish. She also started working with my dad, who runs what I call The Way Station for Dead Things on the Other Side, and several deceased animals (and yes, I’m a bit jealous that she works with my dad so often, he’s my dad). Lately I’ve had her set specific times and days of the week to help the dead move on, and it’s working quite well.

Of course you know this story is going to end up a bit of a tearjerker, because, as life goes, it all came together for my friend yesterday, when her mother died. They had a rocky relationship for a long time (my friend’s mom was, to say the least, not a nice person). When the end was clearly in sight I encouraged my friend to make peace, which she did. I woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, with my dad telling me my friend’s mother had died but she wasn’t with him.

In future articles I will explain more about how Fallon and I work with the dead. For now, know that I didn’t say anything until late in the afternoon, when my friend called to talk and it was clear to me that her mother had not yet moved on. I suggested that she help her.

“I thought she’d crossed over,” my friend said.

“No, and I think it’s a good idea that you help her,” I said. “Fallon and I will help, too, and my dad’s waiting. But you should take the lead here. I think your mom needs to know what wonderful work you do, and you need to hear her say so.”

My friend took a shaky breath and agreed. In the next few minutes she beautifully moved through the procedure I’d taught her and connected with her mother, who was, with good reason, surprised and moved to discover her daughter’s wonderful skill. Reassured, she moved on, and my dad took over. One more soul safely on the other side.

(As a side note, here, my dad reported to both of us that her mother is just as cantankerous as ever, which just goes to show that dying is not quite what religion keeps telling us it is.)

Interesting how things turn out, isn’t it? My beautiful friend was never really appreciated by her mother, who had to die to see her for the amazing woman she is—a woman who saw her intuitive strength and stepped up to do her work. In those few minutes two women long at odds with each other experienced peace and acceptance, and had a chance to really say goodbye.

It would never have happened if my friend had not stepped up to do her work. Not out of ego or pride or false modesty or the mistaken idea that it was sacred work mysteriously granted to her, but simply out of acknowledgment and proper use of an innate ability.

My friend did her job because she could and because it was there in front of her. As a result she and her mother achieved a healing of sorts in death that they never quite reached in life.

It’s awesome how stepping up to do our work sometimes works out and makes sense in a way you never expected.

So, are you stepping up to do yours?

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz

Demystiying Intuition: How to Be a Survivor

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(c) 2011 Danny L. McMillin

We are all intuitive. I teach this by explaining that there were once two branches of humans: one was intuitive, and the other got eaten.

So relax, you are a survivor.

Or, at least, you’re descended from survivors. Improve your odds of staying that way by learning to tap your intuition, which will also help you create a more graceful, vibrant, successful life.

I teach people how to tap into their own plain, ordinary, everyday intuition by exploring what some people call the woo-wooey: yep, when I teach my classes or work privately, our special guests include Mount St. Helens, dragons, goddesses and guides, animals, gardens, a car, a condo, a business,  and, of course, my partner, Fallon the Citrine Lemurian Quartz.

Why? Because it’s fun, which is my first rule of life.

Because it’s intriguing, and gets people to use their intuition as a practical sense, just like hearing, seeing, feeling, touching, and tasting.

Because it’s real and commonsense: talking with beings we’re not used to experiencing, or talking with, as equals creates a humbling appreciation of  how fascinating and complete our lives can be once we get past the burden of humans being ‘in charge.’ Once we treat all life as equals.

And, yes, because learning to trust your intuition—your gut sense—can save a life.

Years ago my dad was ill and hospitalized for gall bladder surgery the next morning. When my mom called me, she told me not to bother coming: I lived in Seattle, four hours from Salem. When I hung up I was hit so hard by the strong sense that I had to be there that I was on the road in 30 minutes.

Five minutes after I walked into my dad’s hospital room, the surgeon walked in to chat about the surgery. He asked if my dad was allergic to anything, and my parents said “No.”

 The same gut sense knowing that pulled me out of my chair in Seattle to drive to Salem hit me again. I blurted out, “Wait a minute, aren’t you allergic to that dye they use for X-rays?”

Startled, the doctor looked at me and then my parents. “Is that true?” he asked.

My parents stared at me in surprise and nodded, perplexed.

The doctor nodded at me in satisfaction and said, “I guess that’s why you’re here today. We would have used that dye before surgery tomorrow. You probably just saved your dad’s life.”

On two other occasions I saved my own life by reacting promptly to that same gut instinct. Ironically, in one of those instances the police called me a ‘survivor.’

Dramatic, yes, and all before I really understood what intuition was, how to use it, and how to teach it.

Now when I teach people how to tap their intuition I help them find what their strongest intuitive ability is: whether they see, hear, feel, or know something beyond what we think we experience daily. People are able to take that knowledge to live more comfortably and completely. To claim their power.

That day at the hospital my intuition saved my dad’s life. Why? Because I listened to the nonlinear, this-doesn’t-make-sense-but-I-know-it’s-right feeling.

How do you learn it?

Well, I think it’s fun to learn it by inviting other beings to come talk with us. Yes, goddesses and dragons, animals and weather, a car, a house, a business, a garden. It’s also astonishingly successful: when people relax and open up to talking with other beings they really learn which intuitive ability works best for them, without the pressure of conforming to what we’re supposed to think or how we’re expected to act.

By taking a full leap into the big wide world that we never think to intimately explore. A world where we are equal with all life.

It’s enlightening. Humbling. Fun.

Come to one of my classes on tapping your intuition, on how to talk with all life. Find out for yourself.

© 2012 Robyn M Fritz

The Alchemy West Committee at Work

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There is a thing called the Alchemy West Committee. It is a real group, a business and life group, and not what you’d generally expect in either—because it includes me (a human), my animal family, two volcanoes, a beach, our condo, our car, my crystal partner Fallon, all my crystal friends, guides, and, well, all the beings who have something to say about the business we call Alchemy West.

I’m the only human here on a regular basis.

I didn’t set out to start a revolution. I just meant to start a business, and to let it grow at its own pace. That turned out to be slow enough to worry about profits, and big enough to go out in the world with my crystal partner, Fallon, to launch an intuitive consulting business that defies stereotypes. Really.

Big enough to embrace the world as a business that has nonhuman partners, to begin to model a new way of thinking and living in the world: all life together.

All the beings who are part of the Alchemy West Committee have something to say about the business. They also join in: if it weren’t for them, the classes I teach on how to develop your intuition would be like everyone else’s, instead of real opportunities for anyone with an open mind to learn how to tap their intuition and their connection with all life by speaking with dragons, a rock-and-roll goddess, cars, buildings, trees, crystals, wind, all the beings who show up to explore life in harmony with, well, all life.

They join in to help us all create community in the world.

Yes, serious topic. Fun, too.

And, some days, it’s just me, working in my office, accompanied by my hardworking animal family.

Yes, hardworking. Even sound asleep.

The good thing about the Alchemy West Committee? We take ourselves seriously. No matter what.

The question is: how many businesses take themselves seriously? It’s not just about money (that helps), or great employees (also helps).

It’s about mindset.

We’re comfortable with ours.

How about you?

© 2012 Robyn M Fritz

My Dog Is Dying: The Real Life Crappy Choice Diary, Entry 6

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my dying dogSometimes we only know the true measure of a person when death stares us in the face. There, at the end of everything, is the simple, plain stark truth of it all.

Sometimes the truth is sad. It hurts.

Sometimes it exhilarates.

This is a story about veterinarians. Four of them. Told in four parts.

Starting with the simple fact that my beloved Murphy is dying. A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, she’s 13-1/2, and had some serious health challenges early on, most caused not by her breeding but by poor veterinary care and some really bad luck. That doesn’t matter now.

What matters here is that in December 2011, only a month ago, we accidentally discovered that Murphy has a splenic tumor. I needed to figure out as much as I could about it, so Murphy and I could decide what to do. That’s what we’ve always done: find out what’s going on, what can be done about it, and choose our course.

Those of us who live in multi-species families know we have to make decisions for ourselves and for our animal family members. We know that the human-animal bond isn’t just cookies and games: it’s food, and socialization, and medical care. It’s choice. These days, choice is harder because we have so many options: the same complex and often questionable devices and procedures we use on humans can now be used on our animal companions.

It makes choice harder. Really. What is enough? What is too much? What can you live with? Should you?

The human-animal bond is how you define families and living together. It’s the choices you make that honor the commitment to family life.

All the choices.

I read. I think. I ask people’s opinions about things.

As an intuitive I can also ask other beings what their insight is.

I can ask my animal family members what they want. We can figure out what to do together. Food choices, play times, easy. Life and death, not so much.

It isn’t easy deciding what to do about a dog’s splenic tumor. The choices were clear: operate and remove the spleen and tumor or don’t operate. There is no certain way to determine if the tumor is cancer without taking it out, because of how insidious a cancer like hemangiosarcoma is. If that’s what it is.

They examined the tumor with ultrasound, making the diagnosis as clear as possible: Murphy probably has cancer. Meaning that she isn’t going to survive long, as surgery and chemotherapy would only buy her a few months. If it’s not cancer, the tumor is still going to grow and rupture at some point, and she’ll die anyway.

Without surgery, we don’t know what it is, only that it will most likely kill her.

We discovered the tumor because Murphy had a slight cough, and I thought that with a recent diagnosis of minor heart issues, she probably needed heart medication. Blood tests were funky, and they put her on antibiotics for an infection, probably a UTI, possibly a bronchial infection. But I insisted on a chest x-ray: which confirmed a bronchial infection, and spotted an abdominal mass.

So, naturally, I called our long-term vet, a wonderful person who has dearly loved sweet Murphy and cared for her for 11 years. A vet it takes us all day to see, since it involves a long drive and two ferry rides across Puget Sound in Seattle. All worth it to see someone who figured out Murphy’s eye issues 11 years ago and helped give her a wonderful quality of life. Someone of integrity and concern. Who was strongly attached to Murphy. A friend who wanted to do the right thing. We valued her.

I called her just so she’d hear it from me. That Murphy had a splenic tumor. Before I ordered the ultrasound or did anything else. Before I really knew what it meant or how Murphy and I wanted to deal with it. Just to tell her.

She expressed condolences and then insisted that I tell the vets that I wanted Murphy as long as possible and that they absolutely had to operate and take out the tumor.

I said I wasn’t sure yet what we were going to do.

She was quite insistent, and then the phone connection went dead.

I thought she’d hit the proverbial tunnel on her cell phone. But she didn’t call me back. And hasn’t for the last month.

So there’s the clear message. One answer to a perplexing problem: there’s an awful lot we can do these days, for humans and animals. But what is the right thing to do, and who’s the one who decides?

The right thing as a vet is to evaluate the options with you. To give you the best information possible. To answer questions. To honor the human-animal bond, which is a family matter. Paternalism is rampant in veterinary care, even among female vets.

Our long-term vet didn’t evaluate the options. Thinking back on it, I realize that somewhere along the line I somehow gave her the idea that she could decide for us what we should do in our family. She clearly stated it in the end: surgery to give me as much time with Murphy as I could get.

But is that really the right answer? What about Murphy’s quality of life? What about her choice? What do we put animals through because of our feelings, disregarding theirs?

Yep, if it’s cancer, surgery and chemo buy Murphy a few more months. But at what price?

Financial difficulties for a family on pinched means, as most of us are today (the recession is the great equalizer, isn’t it?): could we afford it?

Physical impairment, as caring for an old animal recovering from surgery, dealing with stairs, my own disability and health issues, the pain and exhaustion for my dog: is it worth it?

Emotional devastation, from the shock of hearing that your beloved dog may have cancer and won’t recover anyway, or may just have a benign tumor that will kill her if it ruptures, if she survives the surgery itself: how do you manage that?

That day in December I was in shock, grieving, appalled. I had only just learned of the tumor. I hadn’t investigated it yet, found out what our options were. All I was doing was calling our friend, to courteously tell her what was going on. We hadn’t made any decisions. I wasn’t sure what the best answer was.

My frank admission got me what?

Abruptly cut off.

As the days passed, I realized how much I appreciated that hang up. A long-term relationship built between our mutual love of my beloved dog was suddenly at an end. Perhaps we had outgrown each other, the vet and I. Or perhaps I had finally realized that what I thought was my family’s choice all along was being dictated by someone else. Or perhaps something else. Not sure.

No longer matters.

What I am sure of is that the old medical model, in fact, life model, of how we live in community has to change. The old paternalistic structure has to end. We have to respect individual choice, and family choice.

Now at the end of my beloved Murphy’s life, I absolutely insist on it. I am sad that I had to learn the truth of our relationship with our long-time vet at a time when my family needed love and support. I am exhilarated in that I was strong and brave enough to do the right thing, to give Murphy her choice, to honor her life as an equal being in a heart-bonded family.

I am grateful that my family has found its way to its choice. In the next three postings, the vets we have turned to, and how we found our answers.

© 2012 Robyn M Fritz

When a Ghost Isn’t a Ghost: Meeting Time Travelers, Part 2

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Copyright (c) 2011 by Danny L. McMillin

In Part 1 of this two-part series, we learned about a haunted house in California, and talked through the situation with a client. In Part 2, what happened when we sat down to clear the house.

Clearing the House

To summarize, Jody had lived in her little house twice. This time she’d been bothered by increasing noises: thumping, pounding, footsteps, things dropping on the floor, all so loud that Jody had trouble sleeping. She was also seeing a ghost: a woman who appeared to be dressed like women in the ‘30s and ‘40s. The ghost had one thing on her mind: this was her house and Jody needed to get out of it. She kept saying it over and over.

Both times Jody cleared the house at my direction and asked her guides to keep the ghost out. Nothing worked for long and the situation was getting worse. When the ghost actually ran her hand down Jody’s arm, I insisted that she try clearing the house again, and that my crystal partner, Fallon, and I would do it with her.

It was now time to sit down and do some ghost busting to clear Jody’s old house in California. Fallon and I ran through the procedure together and gathered our own materials and were ready promptly at 6 p.m. We got Jody on the phone. She was ready with her salt and sage and surrounded by her crystals.

We started.

I called in everybody’s guides: hers, mine, the three Cavalier King Charles Spaniels she lives with. All the beings I work with, from my crystals and my crystal partner, Fallon, to Mount St. Helens, the dragon queen, Yellowstone, and so on. And the guides and protection for my multi-species family (my two Cavaliers and cat) and my home. Strong protection all around, which would keep us all safe and comfortable.

I then introduced myself to the house and to the ghost in the house, introduced Jody, and asked if the ghost would talk with us.

She promptly joined us.

By this time we had heard her name. Or Jody had. Her name was Martha.

When she first showed up, Martha was alarmed, insisting we were ghosts. She could also see a bright yellow light with us: that was my crystal partner, Fallon, but I didn’t mention that right then.

I was quiet and respectful.

“No, Martha, we aren’t ghosts,” I said. I told her that I was helping my friend with her house, the same house Martha insisted was hers.

“This isn’t your house any more, Martha. Would you like to discuss that with us?”

Jody was reporting what she was seeing and hearing. Martha was afraid. No kidding, hard to blame her. Ghosts were talking with her. I also felt her discomfort and confusion.

I focused on calming her down and keeping a quiet, loving presence in the work. After all, she didn’t know we were coming to talk with her. That had to be surprising.

I assured her that we were not ghosts. It also occurred to me that if she was Christian, she might be worrying about the devil. So I assured her we weren’t the devil. Or angels. Or bad guys of any kind. That we were human. Two human women, just like she was. Ordinary. Average.

She didn’t buy it.

I persisted. “We’re human. We’re just two women sitting down and having a conversation with you.”

She was quiet.

Now I was even more curious about Martha and her ghost status. Do ghosts think people are ghosts? I didn’t know, so I decided to start with the obvious.

“Martha,” I said quietly. “The date we were talking to you is July 22, 2011.”

“No it’s not,” she insisted. I know Jody had tried several times in the past months to tell her the date, and she had refused to hear it.

“Yes, Martha,” I said. “The date is July 22, 2011. I’m talking to you from Seattle, Washington. And Jody is talking to you from her house, which you say is your house, in California. You’re safe, Martha. You can talk with us.”

Both Jody and I noticed that Martha went quiet. I could feel her thinking about what we said. Or trying to think about it while dealing with astonishment.

“How can that be?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Scientists, people who study things, not even they know the answer. I just know we can talk with you. Two ordinary women living in the year 2011. Somehow we were able to jump time, so that we could go back in the past and talk with you. We’re in the future. We have much bigger cities now, and more people, but it’s still pretty much the same. Do you see that round yellow light?”

She did.

“That’s a crystal. He works with us. Maybe he’s making it possible.”

I gave her a bit to think.

“So, Martha, tell us what year it is where you are?”

I heard her say 1945. Jody heard 1947.

It was hard not to be excited about that. My goodness, we were talking to somebody in a different time period. My wild hunch was correct!

We chatted quietly. Jody and I both told her our birth dates. How we regretted that we’d never meet her in person. She relaxed enough during the conversation that she said she would have liked to meet us, to get to know us.

 I was beginning to wonder how we were talking to somebody in the past.

Why had that even occurred to me, that we might not be dealing with the traditional ghost, whatever that is? Well, that was easy. Because I don’t know better, really. I think about things and I try not to be limited by what other people think. Sometimes that gets me in trouble (okay, a lot of times). Now it turned me and my friend into time travelers.

But why? Sure, Jody’s house was the link. Then again …

Why Were We Talking with a Time Traveler? Maybe It’s The Way Station for Dead Things on the Other Side

Oh, no. I had a bad feeling about why we were talking with her.

See, my family runs The Way Station for Dead Things on the Other Side. I laugh when I say it. I’m not the person I’d think of to usher people across the whatever it is to the place where dead people live. Where they recover and do whatever they do next. But it happened a few years ago, when I started working with animals who were dying and could suddenly see the place where they were going, and animals and people waving them over.

And the day when Jody and I watched two of our friends go over there: Ralph the Deer had recently died, and Jody and I were lucky enough to be intuitively connected to Raymond the Bear as he died, talking with him and encouraging him as his friend Ralph came back to snuggle next to him and then get up and walk with him into the woods—and out into a sunlight field where my dead dad greeted them with a shout of laughter: “Only my daughter would send a bear and deer!” Really. Honest. True.

Oh, yes, I live a strange life. But now I work with my dad and with my animal friends as animals and people transition. But that’s a longer story. The point is, I can call my dad, Ray, and Raymond and Ralph to greet and care for transitioning beings. Jody can, too.

I had a feeling that this is what was happening.

“Martha,” I said gently. “How old are you?”

“Eighty-two,” she said.

In the late 1940s. She was old. And alone so far as I could tell, as I didn’t see or sense another human with her.

“Are you dying?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said softly.

Damn. I briefly struggled with my conscience. Here was an opportunity to learn something about connecting with other people across time. I could apply my analytical brain to asking a lot of questions. By asking her when the war with Germany and Japan ended, and what conditions currently were, I could learn the exact date we were talking to her in her time. I could find out why she thought we were ghosts, learn how long she’d been seeing Jody in her house (how does time run in different time periods?), what she was seeing, who she was and what she did, if other people were around. We could experiment and refine time travel. We could blow the world’s collective mind, get rich, maybe even do some good somewhere, plus tweak a few scientists.

Yes, I could pester a dying woman in her last moments. Or I could get her support as she died.

I knew she was alone. Jody thought so, too.

So I told her that we would stay with her, talking with her, while she died. I also said I was sending her help: and I asked Raymond the Bear and Ralph the Deer to go be with her.

They promptly did. Jody heard the alarm just as I realized what a stupid move that was. Send a bear to a dying woman in the wilds of California? What was I thinking? She’d be terrified of bears, especially such a huge one (Raymond was super-sized in life).

Sure enough, she panicked at seeing Raymond, and not even Ralph the Deer could help that.

Thinking quickly, I asked them to back off and assured Martha I’d send some different help while I called for my dad.

“Dad,” I said urgently. “I need to go help this woman who’s dying in California.”

Like most dads, he was already paying attention to what I was doing. “You want me to time travel?” he asked.

Why do people argue with me when I’m trying to get something done on a deadline?

“Dad, you’re a dead guy. You are time traveling.”

“Oh,” he said, like that had just occurred to him. Honestly, what do dead people do all day that it takes a living one to point out the obvious?

Then he turned, walked forward a few steps, took a few steps sideways and down, and he was suddenly standing beside Martha in the house. She saw him and relaxed. (Which raises another question there isn’t an answer to: Martha got pretty darned comfortable real fast with the situation; while Jody and I both felt she was a cook at the mines, I was wondering what else she was. Maybe regular average people like Martha and me and Jody were quicker to accept what was in front of us than most scientists.)

Jody and I told her we were sorry we couldn’t meet her in real life. Neither of us had actually been born yet in her time. By this time she was relaxing with us. Maybe dying mellows you, I don’t know. She said she wished she could meet us and get to know us.

Jody said we could meet after we were dead. We’d have plenty of time to visit then. (No harps in our futures.)

I told Martha what I was concerned about.

“There can’t be any more communication between you and us,” I told her. “Or between your time and ours. I don’t think it’s safe. We don’t know enough about it. But if you’re seeing us in your time, and we look like ghosts to you, and you look like a ghost to us, that means the connection is the house and I’m concerned for it. It’s vibrating between times. That can’t be healthy or safe. We don’t want the house collapsing on Jody, who is living there now.”

Both Jody and Martha thought that was a good idea. I wondered about that. You hear of buildings suddenly collapsing for no good reason. Maybe they were involved in a time warp something like this one. One thing’s for sure: we don’t know. And we were out Star Treking the trekkies.

I said, “We’ll stay with you until you die, Martha. Then my dad and our animal friends will walk you safely to the other side. When you’re safe, my partner, that light you see? His name is Fallon. We’re going to seal the doorway between the time periods, so there will be no further conversations between us.”

Wow, I sounded like I actually knew what I was talking about. Funny thing, it still makes sense to me. Even though none of us know anything about time traveling.

A few minutes later, Martha died and my dad and Raymond and Ralph escorted her to the other side. Jody reported that Martha was still leery of Raymond the Bear, who was trying very hard not to have hurt feelings. My dad held Martha’s arm as they walked, and Ralph walked beside her. Raymond was on my dad’s other side, walking discreetly beside them all.

I told Fallon it was time to close the doorway between time periods. I watched as two big dark doors closed together, with a thin gold light between them. Fallon then moved from the top of the light to the bottom, and the door was sealed. Jody’s amethyst crystal cluster, James, then scurried up to the door, kissed it, and rejoined us.

And our time traveling was over.

It takes a lot to make me speechless, but that experience did, for a few seconds anyway. Then I thanked all our guides for joining us and ended the session.

I noticed that we were being watched. This happens a lot when I do my work, and I suspect it happens to other people. Nobody can mind their own business. One person I worked with telepathically showed up, smiling at me, and I smiled back. Someone else, someone powerful and curious about what we’d just done, started to look closely at Jody.

“No, you don’t,” I scolded him. “You leave her alone. Don’t go near her. You deal with us,” I said. He turned and regarded me and Fallon, and then left.

Then I yelled at Jody’s guides. “What the heck is wrong with you people? When she asked you to clear the ghost in her house, or make her feel safe, you did nothing. She’s stepping into her work now, and you have to pay attention.”

Here’s hoping they do.

What We Learned from Our Ghost Adventures

Personally I’ve never been fond of ghosts, ghost stories, horror stories, any of that. I don’t like being frightened. Plus not much of the hoopla ever made sense to me. The ghosts I’ve met in real life haven’t been as scary as some of the beings I’ve met who aren’t ghosts. Including humans.

I believe that the ghost stories we hear are often stupid stories dominated by suspicious, naive minds that have accepted the crap that comes down from our cultural and religious and government institutions. Over time we allowed these institutions to deliberately inflict fear on us to collapse our minds into fear-shrouded boxes they could control. If we can break through the boxes, maybe we can help bring the world back into balance.

I think perhaps our ancestors who were more attuned to our animate universe knew better about things we can’t normally see, whether they are ghosts or something else. They weren’t as susceptible to easy control of fear. They were living ‘outside the box.’ Maybe.

Clearly ghosts are real. But we’ve decided what they are without asking them. Sometimes they are dead people or other beings with agendas. Sometimes, as in the case of Martha, it’s obviously something else.

The difference in this case was that I did the ‘think outside the box’ bit. My habit is to be analytical and skeptical but open to possibilities. With a clear-minded approach, we can be open to the ‘What if’s’ that allow us to explore and discover new things, or re-discover old ones that we’ve lost touch with. Like what ghosts really are, and how we can learn about the mysteries of the universe simply by being open to the experience.

I’ll never know why we were able to connect with Martha. I know that houses are strongly connected to us, and that two women dearly love the little house that each insisted was theirs. Jody is digging into archives to see if we can find out something about the real Martha. All we really know is that, at the end of her life, she had a conversation with two women in the future, and because of that she died surrounded by new friends and was safely escorted to whatever it is beyond death, starting with my family’s Way Station for Dead Things on the Other Side. In the last few minutes of her life Martha let go of fear, became friends with two women in the future, and let kindness help her.

One part of me will always regret losing the opportunity to learn more about time traveling, even while I’ll always know that setting it aside to bring assistance to a dying woman was the best and most compassionate choice. There will be other opportunities. Better be.

What I do know is that preconceptions keep us from experiencing the world and the universe as it really is. We are afraid of ghosts, or we hunt them for TV shows. Certainly I’ve talked with shamans who build bridges of light to help souls move on. But there’s clearly more to death and dying that what we think of as ghosts.

How long was Martha seeing Jody in her house? We’ll never know. It could have been only a few hours in her last day of life, even though Jody was aware of her for over a year. Martha could have been actively trying to get rid of her, and maybe we saved Jody’s sanity, and possibly her life, by intervening.

Which makes me worry about ghosts. When we go out and ‘bust’ them, are we hurting a living person in a different time period? I hope not.

I know that my crystal partner, Fallon, played as big a role in this adventure as Jody and I did, as my dad and my animal friends did.

Did the House Get Clear?

After Martha left and the doorway between times was sealed, Jody went off to do the clearing of the house. She spread sea salt in all the rooms and outside, set out bowls of salt water to absorb residual vibrations, smudged the house and yard and herself and her dogs. I finished the clearing of my house and family as well. I also told Jody to take a bath in salt water and rest for the night. No TV. She objected to that (and mostly ignored me, it turns out), and I said, really, we’ve just done something scientists and adventurers dream about. And we don’t know the consequences. So rest up and make sure you’re healthy.

Yes, the house is clear. It immediately felt better, and the next day Jody sounded lighter and happier than she had in months. It has remained clear. Martha has not been back.

Jody and her house and her family are off on new adventures. Which is as it should be. I know Martha is, although I haven’t asked my dad about her. It just doesn’t seem necessary. My job is done.

I’m still wondering, though: what’s next for me and Fallon? I can hardly wait to talk to another time traveler. Well, okay, one besides me. And Jody. And Fallon.

But one thing I do know: it will be an adventure. We’re up for it.

© 2011 Robyn M Fritz

What Do Animal Communicators Really Do?

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Cavaliers at the beachThere are so many people doing animal communication that they’ve begun to specialize. I don’t do animal communication exclusively. I communicate with all life, from animals to businesses, homes, and nature, including wild/domestic land and weather systems.

Essentially, animal communicators help us telepathically connect with animals, by hearing or seeing them or experiencing their feelings. I use whatever telepathic line works for a particular family or animal, including intuition.

Working with Families

I work with families to deepen their relationships with animals by creating multi-species families with them. And I work with wild animals as well, because two of the beings I work with at Alchemy West are deceased wild animals (Raymond the bear and Ralph the deer). Family conversations cover the gamut, from fun and inspiring family harmony sessions to easing transitions.

Looking at Medical and Behavior Issues
I’ve certainly learned a lot about animal health and behavioral issues over the years. I can help people look at these issues and give you some ideas to take to your vet for further exploration. I also recommend reading a lot and working closely with a trusted vet and animal behaviorist. I listen closely to both animals and people. Because we don’t always hear our animals as clearly as we would like, I tend to address what the animal would like its family to know.

For example, if you think your cat is peeing in the house, clean it up and consider things like cleanliness and medical issues that require veterinary care. You might want me to ask the cat about why it’s peeing, but your cat may really want to discuss something else. I will focus on what the cat has to say. Why? Because I can hear it, and that’s really why you came to me in the first place. Or to anyone who works as an animal communicator. Hearing what your animals really want to say to you can make a huge difference on family dynamics.

Helping Lost Animals Find Home

I also help find lost animals, which does not always mean they come home like we would wish. Sometimes they move on to other families, by choice or by accident. Sometimes they die. Sometimes we never find out.

One time it took me six days to get a lost dog to decide whether she was going to submit to animal control and come home. She had bitten an animal control officer and had run off. It was the officer’s fault, not hers, and it took me a long time to get her to understand, and believe, that she was not in trouble. But we had another complication: she was lost in deep snow and her life was at stake.

She wouldn’t talk with me but I knew she could hear me. So I told her how to stay safe while she decided whether to come home. I could also see and describe the place she was hiding, so I also told her I was telling the searchers where to look, because she was loved, wanted, and literally too upset to think straight. I don’t generally interfere in an animal’s choice like that; in this case, I knew she was listening and wanted to come home but wasn’t sure if she could, or would. So I pushed the issue a bit.

The searchers did find her hiding spot exactly as I saw it, but she ran when they saw her, even though she listened to me when I told her to show herself, and where.

By this time I had no doubts that we had a frightened dog who wanted to come home but was too afraid to go to the people who were trying to help her. What else could I do?

The weather made up my mind for me. Another snowstorm moved into the area, one I knew she had little chance of surviving. Even though it had been six days and she had not spoken to me, I told her it was “do or die,” she simply had to choose. Come home or die.

Her response? “I want chicken,” she declared. “Chicken McNuggets.”

When you hear something bizarre like that, you have to know you actually did hear it. What a unique idea for a McDonald’s’ ad!

“I don’t bargain,” I said, trying not to laugh. “But I will tell your people that you want Chicken McNuggets.”

Shortly after that she quietly surrendered to animal control. And, sure enough, there was a McDonald’s nearby. The lost dog was happily reunited with her family. And on the way home they loaded up on Chicken McNuggets.

The thing I take away from this is that we all need to be patient and persistent. And to listen to what our animals have to say. We compromise to be in families. That’s just how it is. In working with families and lost animals, the discussion about what is going on and why is often a part of it.

Whether you’re convinced that animal communication is real or not, what one question would you ask a favorite animal? And what do you think it would say?

(c) 2011 Robyn M Fritz

Talking with Our Businesses: The First Principle

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I was surprised when I first spoke intuitively with a business. It just hadn’t occurred to me, even though I knew that everything is alive. Literally. A tricky part is how that reverberates in our lives, or, perhaps, whether we will allow it to.

For people the concept that other beings have something to say to us, the right to say it, and often need to, challenges the basic mindset that we’re the apex of civilization. We have different brains than animals, true, and someone once said to me that a home or a business doesn’t have a brain, so we’re better. I think it’s more like the human brain is designed to help our bodies survive and thrive as humans. Other beings don’t need that particular device, or need it in the same way we do. It makes them different, not inferior. Biology is destiny? Weirdly, sort of.

People often get hung up on the simple fact that we invented our cars, our homes, our businesses, and much of what surrounds us (like peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips or computers). Sometimes I’ll look at my Cavaliers and my cat and realize we invented them, too (and, of course, they invented themselves, especially cats!). People are good at winging it, and then imposing rules on what they end up with.

Because we invent things we think we’ve created them, in something approaching ‘divine’ fashion. This presumes, and assumes, inequality. But, birds build nests, ants build anthills, so why is a car or house any different? They are things we’ve decided we need to survive. So they come and help us do that. It really is that simple.

In the current state of the world we depend on our businesses to acquire the money to buy the things we need to survive, from food to shelter. Whether we work for someone else, or go out on our own as I do, we need our businesses.

And our businesses need us.

How My Business Was Born

It took me a long time to decide to combine my writing, editing, and intuitive work into one business. I wasn’t quite sure how it would come together; all I knew is that I needed to be patient, which is not my strength. (I believe meditation should take about 10 seconds, and I tend to do my intuitive work while doing other things­—multi-tasking to the extreme!)

Eventually I created two separate websites under one corporation that needed to represent the earth paradigm, the reality that all life actively cooperates to create a healthy future for our evolving planet. If we invited all life to participate with us equally, we would learn how to honor a hurricane and a weed, our homes and our food, our animals and our communities. Each of us holds the fate of the world in our choice—for humans, it’s our choice to be stuck-up humans or equal citizens on the planet.

Fine, but what was my corporation’s name? How could I describe transforming our culture and re-connecting people and the planet in terms that aren’t tied to the past? How could it be modern yet linked to the traditions it came from—our human past? I didn’t know, but I finally realized that my business would know, so I asked it what its name was. And back it came: Alchemy West. Of course. People are afraid of alchemy, because they think of dark occult weirdnesses, but alchemy is change, transformation, and this kind of alchemy is new, which my business thinks of as ‘west,’ and because we’re in Seattle, which is almost as far west as you can go before you fall off the continent.

My next step was to create websites when I have stubbornly refused to have a relationship with my computer (yes, I’m human and I goof up like everybody else). It took me months to settle on what I needed, sit down and do it, and find the right people to help me. In the process I became much clearer about what I needed out of business: community. I support other people and their businesses, but they don’t always support me. It’s a lesson I will continue to learn, because I’m optimistic and often too trusting for my own good.

What I didn’t realize was that my business had its own ideas about how it wanted to work, and that the many other beings I work with actually expected to be a part of the decision-making process. When I tried to do things strictly my way, for all the usual reasons, like giving business to friends to support their businesses as well, it didn’t always work. In fact, several times the failures were so huge that everything collapsed around me. Including what I thought were friendships.

Part of the reason was that the beings I worked with, especially the business itself, absolutely refused to cooperate with some people, and there was no getting past that. Plus, most of the beings who are part of my community and the Alchemy West Committee are not human: they are animals, volcanoes, beaches, my home, my desk, guides, crystals, salt lamps, the list goes on (and, yes, my computer)! Try to get all those beings to agree on a logo or the words on a page!

We had our goofs, but we finally did it. It took over a year for Alchemy West to gel and for me to get brave enough to combine all my work into one website, and then to launch our online magazine, Bridging the Paradigms.

More on that in upcoming posts.

How Do We Talk with Our Businesses?

I help people talk with their businesses. Conversations include business direction, mutual concerns, shared growth. The focus is on how they grow and learn together.

No, I do not tell people how to make millions of dollars or handle marketing or organizational development. Yes, I have formal business training, including an MBA, but this is about building a new relationship, one that assumes you and your business are equal partners, even though you may very well have different agendas. It’s a new mindset.

And that’s how you start, with thinking about your business as an equal partner. What first comes to mind when you consider that?

(c) 2011 Robyn M Fritz

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