Sunday, January 20, 2013

How Much Living Space?



Typical apartments in Cuenca, Ecuador, often home to families of ten or twelve people.
The United Nations International Housing Coalition recommends a minimum of 75 square feet per person for safe and private living conditions.  Unfortunately, 50% or more of the people in the world live in far less.

As we prepare to move into our RV, I calculate that we will be living in approximately 200 square feet—a luxury for most of the other human beings on our planet! 

As an American, it is difficult to grasp the depths of poverty around the world and the extreme luxury of even the poorest Americans.  When one lives in a culture of McMansions, giant SUVs and big box stores, it is difficult not to feel inferior when one is considered to be living below the poverty line.  But if we want a real measure of our blessings, we need to remember to think globally. 
Third World living conditions
 I see this upcoming lifestyle change as a spiritual journey, and an opportunity perhaps to conquer once and for all my own demons of depression and despair.  This will all depend on how I choose to look at things.  I can see this as an amazing opportunity for adventure and travel, for meeting people and getting my talents and gifts out into the world, with a man I love most dearly, and with a freedom few people—even Americans—will ever have. 

Instead of lamenting over the loss of my house, I can choose to see that now I won’t have to worry about shoveling snow, mowing the lawn, finding the money for large maintenance issues like hot water heaters or broken gutters.  (Or Saturday night shootings or boom cars or wild roving groups of unruly teens.) Physically, living in the RV will be easier because everything is easier to reach and there is less to clean.  (I have difficulties with my back and feet and right arm, difficulties that cause limited mobility and chronic pain; my husband is also disabled.)

In the RV, we can avoid the extremes of weather that cause added discomfort by staying to the south in the winter and to the north in the summer.    No more heat stroke in July, and no more dark subzero Januarys. 

Traveling with Rick has always made me happy.  I have more fun just being with him than with anyone else on the planet (well, at least the ones I know).  He is cheerful and witty, and he has a wide-eyed sense of wonder at the world that is rarely seen in people over the age of about ten.  Unlike many others I have traveled with, he does not get angry when we are “lost” but simply sees it as part of the adventure—another opportunity to experience something fresh and new.  He loves to drive and can drive for long hours at a stretch.  Rick is all about enjoying life, a refreshing change from my neurotic need to always be doing something “important.”

My happy hubby at Sunset Beach, Cape May, NJ
 These days of waiting have been a trial for me, filled with anxiety and impatience.  But my greatest spiritual teacher is sitting in the next room, and soon we will be sharing 200 square feet of luxurious freedom.  I think that makes me a lucky woman.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Basic Book Recommendations



I had a call from a young woman in Texas the other day.  She lives in a small, very Baptist town where there are only Christian bookstores.  Yet she hungers to learn more about spirituality than is dreamt of in her community.  She ordered a deck of Psycards, but also asked my advice—what books would I recommend to her? 

Of course, there are many, many good books on all sorts of spirituality.  So I can only recommend based on personal experience.  Over the years, there have been a few books that—for me, at least—were life-changing.  

 

The first book I recommend anyone read—regardless of their specific spiritual nature—is Shakti Gawain’s Creative Visualization.  It’s probably in its gazillionth printing by now, but I first read it in the 1980s.  This is the finest book I have read about creating the life you desire.  It is practical, offers specific meditations (I learned that I could meditate and read at the same time!), and advice on how to manifest your greatest good in the world.


 
The second book I recommend everyone read—read it at the same time, if you will—is Melitta & Denning’s book Psychic Self-Defense, published by Llewellyn.  This book teaching you how to fortify your aura, how to deflect negativity, how to keep others from sucking your energy (even when they don’t mean to), and how to understand and use the various energies of the aura and the chakras.  Basic, how-to, instruction manual for your energy field.  The information in this book will help protect you in all your spiritual practices and help keep you balanced and grounded.

If I were to teach a six- or eight-week course in intuitive development, I would start by having my students read these two books.  Then we could all go get an aura photograph, so we could see our own energy fields—and that would lay the ground work for us to explore color, light, energy, stones, healing, etc.


 
And when you are ready to develop your own healing abilities, there is The Psychic Healing Book by Amy Wallace and Bill Henkin.  Again, very practical, hands-on, solid, usable advice. 

These three, when well-studied, will give any seeker of Truth a solid foundation upon which to build subsequent study and experience.


 
But there is one more I MUST recommend.  That is a little-known book written in the early 20th century by Florence Scovel Shinn:  The Game of Life.  This book contains all the principles expanded upon by subsequent self-development authors like Shakti Gawain and Wayne Dyer and even Deepak Chopra (although Chopra brings a union of eastern and western though together in the most compatible way).  It was through Shinn’s book that I was able to finally and fully merge my early Christian teachings about Jesus with my New-Age/shamanic/direct revelatory spiritual path.  Sometimes it is just about finding the right words to turn the key in your mind.  Because of The Game of Life, I can now fully embrace my woo-woo from all directions.  (A special thank-you to Frank Slagle of the Mystic Forest bookstore in Mountain Home, Arkansas, for his recommendation of Shinn’s writings. I would publish a link, but Frank doesn't have a web site.)

There will be more books to recommend as we go.  I also publish a book review blog on my web site:  www.cattfoy.com.  If you have written a book that you would like me to consider for review, please send it and any promotional information to Catt Foy, P.O. Box 4225, Davenport, IA  52808.  I can't promise I'll review every book I receive, but as I read them and find them salient, I will post the reviews for all the world to see. 
 

Spirit and Ink--an essay on magazines



I heard with dismay that Newsweek magazine had published their last print issue.  Dismay and sadness, because I love that magazine, it has been my favorite news magazine for decades.
This morning, the first of January in a year that I wasn’t sure any of us would live to see, I picked up another magazine, Sage Woman.  And the first article I read was a journey into beauty and poetry and spirit.  “Goddess in the Details” by Alison Leigh Lilly reads like a prayer and moves like wind on the water.  It is so beautifully written, so carefully crafted that I read it aloud, to savor every word. 
It was an auspicious beginning to a new year, a new life, and sets (I hope) the tone for what this year will mean to me.  When I finished reading it, I caressed the slick page of the magazine with affection and thought about the power and the intimacy of print magazines.
When we read something online, it feels as though others are watching—or could be watching.  Somewhere is a research engine marking what I am reading today, to better sell me products their model predicts I would want to buy.  I am being counted. 
And when we write something online, the others are watching then, too.  Sympathetic others or critical others or simply others who don’t understand or don’t care.  But their presence remains there—out there somewhere in potentiality.  It is like reading or writing in a public place. 
But this wonderful article in this visually rich magazine with its sleek pages is a private experience—it is mine and mine alone this morning.  No one is watching, except perhaps the Divine; the experience is intimate and personal. 
I am sorry to hear of the demise of print publications, but I believe there should always be a place for them.  Something you can hold in your hand, read by candlelight, that doesn’t need batteries or a USB cord.  A solid object with words of delight nestled between pages of real paper, printed with real ink, tangible, touchable and concrete, yet close and private as a prayer.
I probably won’t be reading Newsweek any more.  I won’t think about it unless someone sends me a link or comments on Facebook about it. I won’t find it at the newsstand or in the doctor’s office, so it is likely that Newsweek will become a memory for me, a nostalgic thing like milk delivery or newspaper boys.  But I am grateful to the publishers who still think writing worth reading is writing worth the cost of the paper it is printed upon.  Thank you, Anne and Alison.

Sage Woman is published by Anne Newkirk Niven. I highly recommend a subscription to this or one of her other magazines, Witches & Pagans, and Crone.  In the meantime, you can enjoy the rich prose of Alison Leigh Lilly on her blog, Meadowsweet & Myrrh

Friday, December 14, 2012

Saved from a scam!

 
Last week I received an order for Psycards from Cairo, Egypt.  I was thrilled--thinking that my book might be sold in the shadow of the pyramids!

But the man ordering was a difficult customer.  He insisted that I use a particular freight company that he had an account with.  I was instructed to contact the company for a quote.  The order was for approximately $250 worth of stock.  The freight quote was for over $600!  I suggested that the client let me find a cheaper shipping method and found the US Postal Service could have handled the shipment via Priority Mail for around $150. But he insisted that his shipper, FasLink Cargo Express, was reliable and knew how to get the right paperwork through customs, etc.  He also said he would pre-pay the freight.  I thought Why not?  It's his money...

So I invoiced Mr. Benjamin Oliveros of 115 Cairo Street, Giza, Cairo, Egypt the total amount of $866.50.  He then sent me a payment via his Master Card because PayPal doesn't service Egypt. I actually checked with PayPal about that and they confirmed it.  I still didn't like the idea of wasting that much money on freight--I wondered how he could possibly sell Psycards at a profit with shipping charges like that.  But, hey, it was his money...

I used my Square credit card port with my new smart phone.  First transaction ever.  Mr. Oliveros called to see if I had paid FasLink yet and arranged the shipment.  I had not because the Square transaction did not post to my home bank account for two days.  For two days, he called me and emailed me several times a day.  I kept telling him I couldn't do anything until I received the payment.  And then I would pay FasLink and schedule the pickup.  He didn't seem to understand that I had no control over how the banks work or how soon the shipper could get his package to him.  I began to wonder why he was in such a hurry.

This morning, the money arrived in my bank account.  In the meantime, I had contacted FasLink to make payment.  They sent me odd instructions--I was to send the money via Western Union!  Aggravated at how difficult this was becoming, I still didn't quite get the message.  I tried to convince FasLink to set up a PayPal account and let me pay them that way.  They insisted on the Western Union transfer.  I set up an account with WU and actually tried to make the payment.  Thank Spirit that WU has good security--they refused my transaction.  I still didn't hear the bell.

I contacted FasLink and told them.  They said I needed to get cash and actually go to the WU local office to send the money.  Of course, Oliveros had already called me wanting to know what was going on.  A real pain in the ass and I was getting very aggravated with both of them.  I was outraged that they expected me to get up and go to my bank to send money to a shipper!  Why didn't he just prepay them directly?  But I tried to remain a good customer service person and make the client happy.  Still, the more I thought about it, the madder I got.  Something wasn't right.  (I know, you're thinking, "Duh!")

Then the light came on.  The bell rang.  It likely wasn't his money!  So I called the FBI.  And they said this was likely a scam.  I needed to check that credit card.  It was probably stolen.  So, I called my bank.  They agreed this was not right.  They arranged to send the "payment" back to Square.  I called MasterCard and they put me in touch with Citibank.  The card was a closed account.  I emailed Oliveros and FasLink and told them I had talked to the FBI and I thought this was a scam.  I haven't had an email or call since.

In the meantime, I have filed an official fraud report with the following:  IH Mississippi Valley Credit Union, MasterCard, Citibank, the FBI, the London police, the Federal Trade Commission, Western Union and gmail.

Here are the names and email addresses of the fraudsters:  Benjamin Oliveros, benolive7482@gmail.com.  FasLink (Alan Oxford), faslinkcargoexpress@rocketmail.com, the recipient Rita Greg in London.  Mr. Oliveros spoke very polished English with a slight Spanish accent. Feel free to share this with anyone who might be a victim of this scam.

My angels and good security practices protected me this morning from my own blindness.  I won't make that mistake again.  I will be drafting specific rules for transactions and posting them to the Psycards USA web site.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

September 26, 2012 Photo Essay


Meanders and mist


I never did find the scenic overlook in the dark, and I was glad I turned back—it was a hard walk after so many hours of driving.  But the next morning, we drove to it and spent our before-breakfast time reveling in the magnificent light.  Here is a photo essay:

Autumn peeking...
A patient crowd...
Structure and light... 
Mississippi mists...
Pike's Peak sunrise

Effigy Mound morning

The Hum

'The Hum' has been blamed on many things, but one thing is sure: It is maddening for those who hear it
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1184592/Have-heard-The-Hum-The-throbbing-noise-just-wont-away.html

One of the things I won't miss about this house is the constant and annoying presence of what I have learned is called The Hum.  

It started about five or six years ago.  I got up one summer morning and went to the bathroom (as we all do in the morning).  I noticed a deep rumbling, thrumming sound and grouchily concluded that it was someone blasting the bass on their stereo--I practice I abhor.

Angry and ready to find the culprit and press the local constabulary upon him, I ran outside to see if I could pinpoint the source--and ran right into silence.

Nothing.  There was no thrumming sound here.  Just birds and the usual sounds of morning traffic, and the river noises--barge horns and train whistles--drifting up over the hills.

Back into the house.  I can hear it again. 

Hmmph.  Perplexing.   
Is it the washer or dryer?  No, no laundry is running.  Is the furnace on?  No, again.  Fans and air conditioners were equally silent. But the whole house was humming!  It seemed loudest in the bathroom, but was clearly audible in other rooms of the house as well.  

Later, it was confirmed by everyone else that I was the only one who could hear it.  

I chased it over the next couple of days--it was keeping me awake at night, making me irritable.  I wandered our neighborhood in the pre-dawn searching for the source.  I drove the car downtown, along the river, near the factories.  By now I could hear it even outside, although it was much fainter there and I tried to locate it by listening on every corner.  I found nothing.

Finally, it occurred to me that I might be hearing what has been called The Hum.  I had heard about the Hum many years ago, when I first came across reports about Taos, New Mexico, where many people experienced an environmental humming sound that they could neither identify or locate.  There was great speculation about its possible source, including several conspiracy theories.  But the evidence is thin, so conclusions are impossible.  I had also heard of the Kokomo Hum in Indiana, and I believe I came across a Native American legend or two about certain places in North America that have mysterious sounds.  I suspected that the modern hum-hearers were hearing some sort of military activity; and the pre-technology stories were likely attributable to some local scientific phenomena, like water in underground caves, or wind in certain canyons.

Naturally, I went googling and after several hours of reading, discovered that the Hum is experienced by between one and three percent of any given population.  It is heard in cities and in the countryside, as well as in wilderness.  It is heard all over the world.  It seems that more women than men hear it.  And more women over 50 than under.  Many report that after a few years, they stop hearing it. 
http://www.unsolvedrealm.com/2010/12/26/unexplained-hum-heard-around-the-world/
So, what is it?  Let’s start with what it is not.  It is not tinnitus—one of the first dismissive answers offered.  But with tinnitus, if you put your fingers in your ears, you can still hear it.  Tinnitus is inside your ears, so blocking outside sound waves won’t stop it.  If you block your ears, you can stop hearing the hum, so the source must be external. And tinnitus is most often a high-pitched sound, not a pulsating, growling, vibrating, irregular Hum. 

What does it sound like?  Like a Theraman on steroids.  Vibratory like electricity, irregular but pulsing, varying in intensity and volume.  Some days it is subtle and easy to ignore.  Other days I have to turn up the TV to drown it out.  Some mornings it is so loud it will wake me from a sound sleep.  Because of its vibratory nature, I think it awakens some instinct we have about earthquakes, and makes one one to rise and flee.  

After reading through many ultra-scientific speculations, I came across one that suggested we might be hearing the Schumann Resonance—the natural electro-magnetic pulsebeat of the planet Earth. Other speculations suggest that we are hearing the waves from cell towers, vibrations from HAARP or other secret military operations, or even colliding ocean waves. 

All of these lack enough support or evidence to help narrow it down, but I do like the Shumann Resonance theory--that I can hear the Earth's heartbeat, so to speak. 

There is little study done on this phenomenon—are there other Hum-Hearers out there?  Certainly.  I invite them to share their experiences.  I also invite experts—scientists, physicians, audio specialists—to bring their trained minds to bear on this experience.  I would also be willing to share my experiences with any investigators pursuing the answers for this mystery.

I, for one, am hoping that traveling will reduce my experience with the Hum.  It can be annoying, irritating.  Some days I don’t hear it at all (these are rare), others I hear it, but it is background noise, and I have habituated much of it.  Others—especially when it is cold at night—it vibrates so loud I hear it over and above everything else, and it feels to me as though the whole house is vibrating with this irregular pulsating noise. On its strongest days, I can even hear it outside.  (Most people report that it is louder indoors and I’m among them.)  I’m also hoping that I turn out to be one of those people who hear it for a few years, then mysteriously outgrow it.  But whether or not I hear it, it is a mystery for which I will continue to seek answers. 


This image was borrowed from The Alien Nexxt Door, a blog by SF Girl located at http://sfgirl-thealiennextdoor.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-planet-earth-human-brain-and.html

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Eat, Pray, Live




Tonight I am watching Eat, Pray, Love.  I was thinking about this movie today—and indeed since I first started the blog, so I take the appearance of it tonight as a sign of affirmation from the Universe.

I hope that my spiritual journey and writing about it will become something like Eat, Pray, Love—a story that give us hope that we can find our authentic selves—if only we are willing to pursue it.

When we feel driven to do something, be something, accomplish something, to become something or someone greater than we do or are right now, we must follow that drive, despite the “others” who will tell us that we “should” do or be something else or someone else.

I am lucky—I have a partner, a man, a love in my life that is willing to accompany my on this journey.  It’s a lot less scary than doing it alone.  Of course, the danger is that I will collapse into his presence, become so dependent on him that if I am ever faced with being without him, I might truly collapse—just fold up and die.  So, I must remember to love him, to appreciate him, but to remain my own self, too.  Fierce and feisty and funny.  Independent, not co-dependent. 

But the Universe has called me to go forth into the world.  And provided me with the perfect companion—a man who is funny and warm, patient and cheerful—most of the qualities I lack.  And we have the RV, so we are never truly homeless, and I must release my PTSD fears from my previous homelessness.  I remind myself every day that I have put all my old wounds and resentments onto paper and lit them in a ceremonial fire of release and forgiveness.  They cannot haunt me anymore.  And if I am tempted to pull them up and wallow in them, I have that fiery moment to remind me that I don’t belong there anymore.  I am here, now, and I am a new me, a better me, spreading her wings and flying off into the world, into my own best life.