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The Portal October 2006 Featured Articles 1.  The Power Realms 2.  Johnica 3.  Psychic Session a Two-Way Street Reminders:        "Step Up" Radio Show       "Whispered Memories Tea"             at the Kirkman House Museum             In Walla Walla, Washington

Reminders:

     "Step Up" Hosted by Janice Lynch
Radio Show Premiers Thursday, October 19th Log on to www.7thwavenetwork.com, click on Thursday and log on in your time zone (3:00pm Pacific Standard Time - 6:00pm Eastern Standard Time (2:00pm inWashington State - we're on Daylight Savings Time.)  Guest for October  19th Phil Lynch, co-founder of the Divine Fellowship.  Guest for October 26th, Christopher Turner, spiritual journeyman.  Check the listings for November's guests!

     "Whispered Memories Tea" Features Janice Lynch
November 4th, the Kirkman House Museum in Walla Walla, Washington, presents its annual fund raising event, Whispered Memories Tea.  Janice Lynch comes to speak with the other side at two seatings:  12:00 noon to 2:00pm and again at 2:30 to 4:30pm.  Seating is limited.  For more information or to reserve your place, please call Kirsten at the Museum at 509-529-4373.  Revenue received from this event goes to repairs and upkeep of the museum.  Help out a good cause and have a good time!

 The Power Realms

In my Dream Quest class, I offer insight into why people are the way they are.  How we can communicate from our hearts with all people, and how to handle conflict without emotional trauma.  These insights came from a story that played out in my head.  I had been praying for two years for insights into why we just cannot seem to communicate with some people.  Every day for two years I prayed for an answer to one of life's riddles.  One day, just like any other day, I was busy doing whatever it is that we humans do to be busy, when I felt I had to rest.  It was as if I didn't sleep I would fall asleep on my feet.  I stumbled to bed and slept deeply - almost too deep - for about two hours.  When I woke up, I experienced this vision -

Encountering the Dragon
As I awoke I saw myself inside a cave.  Egg shells lay all around me.  A beautiful silver and purple dragon sat at the entrance to the cave.  Looking at my hands I see that I am in human form.  A young human.  Rather than feel fear, I feel longing to be with the beautiful dragon – my mother.  Mother turns to see me crawling out of my shell.  She nuzzles me and sniffs me and acknowledges that I indeed belong to her.  She licks me clean of egg remnants.  She holds me and we embrace.  She cocks her head at me as if to wonder why I am different from other dragon babies.  Yet a mother's love conquers all and my appearance brings her a smile.  Setting me down gently, she moves to the ledge of her lair and trumpets a loud, jubilant trumpet.  Other dragons quickly come to see the new heir to the throne.  Shock twists their faces as they circle and fly near the lair.  Mother will have none of this and as Queen she demands the respect for her offspring.  Grudgingly the other dragons acknowledge my presence and my place in their colony.  As they fly away to their own lairs, I here snickers and ridicules.  I feel badly that my mother must endure hardship because of me.  She picks me up and nuzzles me again.  The love we share crowds out any sadness.

Days pass.  Mother senses that I am cold.  From tough, leathery old scales, she creates for me a tunic.  She also discovers that I just cannot seem to stomach the raw meat she brings.  I do not intend to insult her as I am delighted she cares for me so lovingly.  She now brings me fruit and sears the meat with her fire.  It is wonderful and I grow every day.

Still, I am not as big as the other baby dragons.  The snickers continue.  Mother ignores them unless they are targeted at me.  If I hear a judgment, she quickly brings the fellow into line with a withering look or a flash flame warning.

Other baby dragons born during the same hatching as me now fly and flap in the sky.  It is time for me to fly as well.  I flap my arms and jump into the air as I see the others do, yet I remain earthbound.  Mother encourages me, yet she too realizes that I am missing something very important.  Wings.  Tearing strong healthy scales from her own body, she fashions me two beautiful purple and silver wings.  Though she suffers from the loss to her own body, a mothers love will do just about anything for the success of her child. 

I test the wings with a few flaps of my arms.  I get lift!  Jumping up and flapping gives me even greater lift.  With Mother's smiling encouragement I take a flying leap off the ledge.  I'm flying!  Well, sort of.  I am gliding.  The wings are not real dragon's wings so I am not able to flap like a real dragon.  When I do flap, the loss of lift causes me to plummet towards the flatland below at an alarming rate.  Only when I hold the wings out still am I able to soar.  It feels wonderful.  Losing my thermal I plummet and land smack on the head of the oldest, most respected dragon of all.  Grandfather scoops me up and plops me on the ledge near my mother who has been watching with concern.  I don't really hear the words.  I only know that I have shamed my mother and that I am restricted to flying, rather gliding, when all other dragons have been alerted to stay clear.

Encountering the Wizard
As Mother dismisses Grandfather, I see a blue tear on the tips of her eyelashes.  It grieves me that I cannot fly.  I really, truly tried.  Mother knows.  Yet Mother makes a decision.  With a quick turn of her magic ring, a wizard stands before us.  He wears a cloak of blue with sparkling silver stars.  He kisses my mother and they share a loving moment.  Mother introduces me to this odd fellow.  It is my father.  Father holds me by the shoulders and takes inventory of me.  He is gentle yet feels a bit detached.  With a nod, Father tells Mother that he has an idea.  With two twists of his matching magic ring, we disappear from the ledge in a poof of smoke.

Instantaneously, I arrive at the crystal cave.  Father calls to other wizards and presents me as his son with a problem.   He commands them to find a way for me to fly.  In a flurry of activity, I am measured head to toe.  Marks are made on tablets and notations are made in notebooks.  Seeing that I do not understand the marks and notations, Father escorts me into the crystal cave to the study.  In moments a young boy brings me a cloak of blue with sparkling silver stars, just like my father's cloak.  That certainly helps take the cold off from the cave.  Mother's lair had a cave, yet is was always bathed in sunlight and stayed relatively warm even at its high altitude.  Additional candles are lit and a wizards apprentice brings me books, tablets and notebooks.  The lessons begin.

Between the lessons and the constant measuring and re-measuring, I long to be outside in the fresh air and sunshine.  Father notices my lack of attention and sends me to the brook to gather moss.  I don't think the moss supplies are low, I think he just needs me to stop fidgeting.  Or if I must fidget, at least it will be where he doesn't see it.  I ruin his concentration, whatever that is.

I am rather enjoying learning to read.  Lessons are way too long and I tire long before they are over.  Being out in the sunshine is just what I need.  It's been many months since I left Mother's ledge.  As I lay down on the moss in the warm sun, I fall into a peaceful sleep.  There isn't the constant wind here like there was on the ledge and the peaceful sound of the brook soothes my soul.  I must have drifted off because I am awakened by a loud trumpeting.  A dragon trumpeting.  Mother.  Yes, it has been a full season and she now has another baby just hatched.  Looking up, I search the rocky mountaintops for the ledge and the lair.  Only a spot or two or three can be seen from this far.  The other dragons come to greet their new prince.  I truly hope this one becomes the prince Mother desires.  Perhaps someday I'll meet this dragon prince, my brother.

Racing back to tell Father the good news, I am greeted with anguished wizards fussing all about.  They place a flying cap upon my head and hand me a pair of goggles.  Today's the day my father tells me.  Today I fly.  Timing couldn't be better!  I can fly off to see my new brother and show those cranky old dragons that I'm just as good as they are.

One by one, the wizards give me final instructions.  Father reminds me that all this should be very familiar because it was in my studies of late.  Oh, dear.  Well, I sort of paid attention.  How hard can it be?  Contact!  The engine starts to roll down the runway.  Father shouts something to me about a fuel gage.  What's a fuel gage, I wonder.  All give me the thumbs up and I give the thumbs up back to them.  They cheer as my little plane scoots down the runway grabbing air and taking flight. 

I'm flying!  I'm flying!  What a rush!  I can turn and climb and do loop-de-loops.  This is much better than gliding!  As I climb upward towards the lair, I find that I must not climb too steeply as I will cause the little plane to sputter and drop speed.  A long upwards spiral aughta do it.  Before long, I am flying by Mother's lair.  She runs out of the lair ready to destroy whatever it is that could cause her baby harm.  Mother!  It's me!  I'm flying! 

She recognizes me and holds up my baby brother for me to see.  A purple and silver dragon all right.  Looks just like her except for the wisp of hair on his chin – just like on our father's face.  I nearly cry for joy.  Unfortunately, flying with tears in your eyes becomes difficult.  Without so much as an extra moment, I turn the plane just before running into Grandfather.  I'm really lucky his flame burns a little cooler these days.  He only singes the tail of the plane.  It's time for me to get back, anyway.

Looking for the fuel gage, I see all sorts of needles pointing in the opposite direction of when we started.  I'd better get back.  As I descend, the plane begins to sputter, I try leveling out and it still sputters.  I think this is a bad sign.  As the motor cuts out for the last time, I return to gliding mode.  I know all about gliding.  This should be a snap getting back to the runway.  Except this little plane is a little heavier than I am with just my dragon-made wings.  I'm falling too fast!  I'll never make it.  I'm headed right for the Abysmal swamp.

Encountering the Troll
My head hurts and my vision is blurry.  Looking around, my vision begins to clear and I see that I have crashed into the Abysmal Swamp.  Vines and stubby trees and muck are everywhere.  Getting out of my little air craft puts me ankle deep in yuk.  As I step away from the plane trying to find solid footing, I hear what sounds like something breaking pieces off the plane.  Moving around the plane, I see a grumpy looking fellow putting pieces of my plane in a cart.  He turns towards me and then turns on me.  His voice is loud and thundering.  Even though he is smaller than me, I am sure he wouldn't think twice about hitting me with whatever was at hand.  At this moment, that would be part of the propeller.  As I try to talk to him, he gets louder and more insistent that I am an intruder and must go.  I tell him that I'd like to do just that if he'd stop tearing my plane apart.  This only angers him further.  Jumping onto the wing so that he stands above me, he demands my full obedience or else.  Once more I try to tell him that the plane belongs to the wizards of the crystal cave and if he'd help me I'd leave.  His face is red and his fists clench.  He demands that I help him dismantle the plane.  As he moves towards me, I decide to make a hasty retreat.  I move just as he swings at me.  I'm not sure whether he would really have hit me or not.  I am just glad I didn't wait another minute to find out.

Heading in what I think is the direction of the crystal cave, I ponder what just happened.  Through my aching head, I do remember someone telling me to beware of the Abysmal Swamp and its residents.  This must have been the Troll.  A rather unpleasant fellow.  Wouldn't listen to a word I said.  Didn't care what the truth was.  Was just determined to take what he wanted.  If he shed some of my blood, well that was just an added bonus.  Even though I regret that the plane was being destroyed piece by piece, I was certainly glad to be away from him.  Somehow I knew that if I had been frightened into helping with even just one piece of the plane, I would never have had the courage to leave.  I had heard stories of Troll slaves.  They are too afraid to leave so they stay and stay afraid.  I shudder at the thought.  If I hadn't known the dragons and their fierce power, it would have been easy for me to get sucked into that life.  Once around a dragon, a stinking little troll doesn't seem as threatening.  I am hopeful of reaching the crystal cave by nightfall.

Encounter with Sorcerer
Daylight in this swamp is muted.  It is hard to see the sky for all the low trees and moss.  If I judge right I should be back with my father within a couple of hours.  As one hour passes, I begin to feel a bit fearful.  This is not exactly the place anyone would enjoy spending the night.  Just as that thought crosses my mind, I see a large mound with an entrance looking like a cave entrance.  Moving closer, I am surprised to see a tall wizardly looking fellow at the mouth of the cave.  Perhaps I am home sooner than I thought.  As I open my mouth to ask for directions, this fellow treats me to a barrage of questions.  What do I think I'm doing there?  Who do I think I am walking into his domain?  What kind of idiot am I to try and steal his hard earned dinner?  None of those questions really requires an answer.  Mostly, those questions seem to just make me feel bad and guilty.  I have done nothing wrong, well, except for not paying attention to the fuel gage.  Did I ever figure out which one was the fuel gage?  This somewhat wizardly fellow continues on with his endless questions.  None of which require any information from me.  As I back away, I realize that his questions are intended to make me look bad and make him feel like he's somebody. 

After living with real wizards, it's easy to see that this guy must be a Sorcerer.  Sorcerers look a lot like wizards yet they do not have the desire for information nor the hunger for learning. They just need to ask questions that make other people feel badly.  Well, if I don't get out of here, it's going to start working.  I'll have to find a way around this sorcerer's territory in order to get home.

Encountering the Jester
Backtracking, I find that I've lost a good measure of time.  I must hurry now in order to be back before dark.  Father would worry about me.  As I hurry along, two other people step into my pathway.  These two look friendly enough.  They at least are smiling.  I smile in return and begin to introduce myself.  They look at each other and burst into a round of laughter.  It seems as if they think my accent is funny.  Well, that's okay, I guess.  I ask them for the shortest way to the Crystal Cave.  Another burst of mirth.  It seems as if I am really quite funny.  Asking again for the route home, these two begin to make fun of my ‘swampy' clothes.  Their clothes are ‘swampy' too, but that doesn't seem to matter.  Next my robe is the center of their scorn.  Seems as if they don't like blue with silver stars.  As I begin to walk away, they laugh again.  This time it's my walk they think is funny.  This feels just like the teasing my Mother used to endure on my account.  I don't like it much.  As I turn to tell them so, they looked shocked that I am such a spoiled sport.  What a grump, they say.  Doesn't know how to have any fun, they say.  The more they make fun of me and criticize me the angrier I get.  It's as if I become the troll myself.  I stomp towards them with my fists clenched.  I am ready to hit something or someone.  Who do you think you are, teasing me like that?  I sound just like the sorcerer.  Yuk.  I don't like these feelings and yet the Abysmal Swamp seems to be having a very bad effect on me.  I've got to get out of here. 

As I leave them to their laughter and mocking, my temper cools a bit.  I can't remember feeling this angry.  Nightfall is imminent.  Between the sick feeling of perhaps being lost, the anger from the encounter with those Jesters and the doubt I felt in front of the Sorcerer, and the fear due to the challenge from the Troll, I am extremely tired.  Those kinds of emotions are exhausting.  I know that there is no way I can make my way to the Crystal Cave by nightfall. 

Just as I begin to slip into the despair that is inherent in the Abysmal Swamp, I see a lantern.  Dare I go see who is there?  Though I feel only one small shred of hope, it indeed could be Father coming to find me.  Couldn't it?

 . . . Will our little dragon-child get out of the Abysmal Swamp? Check in next month when we continue the adventures through the Power Realms. 

Johnica

Sometimes, I receive messages from the other side.  Well, this is no surpise.  However, once in a while I get things that aren't clear.  That's also no surprise either as the connections vary in strength and clarity.  Sometimes these messages are clear, yet I don't know their significance.  This is one of those cases. 

Recently, I heard the name Johnica   (sounds like John - i - ka)  I get the sense that it is a female - fairly young.  Sometimes after people cross over, they show themselves as they were in their prime, so this may be someone older reclaiming their youth.  All I know is, this Johnica is searching for someone and sees me as a way to make that link.  I'm given no other information at this point.  I've asked repeatedly, and all I get is the name. 

If YOU know someone with this name or a name that sounds like this, please contact me at your earliest convenience.  If this is your person, we can make the connection.  I want to help her to find her person and be at peace.  Most other folks are willing to wait until the living person reaches out to them.  This one is searching for her person.  I'll be waiting to hear from you.  janice@janicelynch.com

Psychic Session A Two-Way Street

I've been blogging about those psychics that offer unsolicited and/or scary information.  Needless to say, that's a hot button for me.  I have had a great deal of experience helping people overcome traumas from unwitting or inappropriate psychics and/or healers.

The first time it happened was years ago.  I received a call from someone in tears.  They had just been to a well known psychic about an hour from where I'm located.  This person had been told that they had a "dark entity" on them, but their time was up, could they come back the following day for an additional reading.  As you can imagine, I was not happy.  It took us about 3, maybe 4 minutes to clear the entity and get the person to where they felt safe again.  I called about a week later and the person told me that they had given up all psychic stuff and didn't want to ever go there again.  Too bad.

I teach a lot of how-to classes and in one class a lovely fragrance of roses filled the room.  One participant said, "I smell death!"  Another said, "Oh, how wonderful, someone is coming through to visit!  I think it's someone's grandmother!."  Well, which statement would you prefer to hear?  It was the same situation, yet two completely different ways of expressing it.  So it is with readers and healers.  The INFORMATION may be correct and true.  The truth however is filtered through the person's life experiences, attitudes, and personality.

Do readers hurt their clients on purpose?  I believe MOST readers attempt to help people.  I believe some readers lack tact and understanding.  I believe other readers like to impact their clients with impressive, commanding statements.  It's a jungle out there and when a psychic is in a state of mind of "lack" they may think that there is not enough to go around and may feel the need to capture clients by showboating. 

So, what does a seeker do?  Stop going to psychics?  NO!!  A psychic reading is a wonderful experience.  We learn great truth's about ourselves, our choices, our circumstances.  We see how to move forward when we've been stuck.  We know what to say when we've been closed off.  We experience the touch of God through the lovingkindness of the one reading for us.  A healing can ease pain and restore health.  Both the healing and the reading are two way streets.  We have the responsibility and accountability of what we believe and receive from the psychic session. 

As we take accountability for our reading, we get to test what is being said or done.  Here are some tests to apply:

1.  Perfect love casts out fear.  (found in I John, The Bible - a good book - you might want to take a look at it sometime) If your reader says anything that generates fear or doubt, take your energy out of the reading.  Pay attention to what they are saying but rather than taking it on or taking it in, observe it.  The act of being the observer keeps the energy from entering your energy field.  Observing keeps you from losing energy to an energy vampire - whether the energy vampire intentionally showboats to gain your awe and favor or the unintentional or inexperienced psychic. 

2.  If you are diagnosed - RUN!!!!  Unless specifically asking a health question, terrorizing another with blanket pronouncements is inappropriate.  A physician is the ONLY one technically appropriate to diagnose!  Whether there is illness or not, doubt can bring on a health problem.  We humans are magnificent at manifesting - usually better at manifesting what we DON'T want rather than what we do want.  By taking on doubt, we can create what we fear. 

3.  If someone tells you you have an entity or attachment, stay calm!  First of all, entities can be anything from family members waiting to be acknowledged or lost souls that have been lost so long that they've forgotten their humanity and exist only as a raw emotion or thought form.  Second of all, entities/spiritual beings that haven't crossed tend to hook into any of our own existing traumas.  We get to take a look at what we are experiencing and our attitudes.  If a sad entity is attached, look at any issues that continue to make you sad.  Processing through one's own issues helps the others to "let go" and cross over.  Call the angels of "Hope" and "Transformation" to come and assist the beings over.  Whether the beings choose to cross over or not, they will be removed from your presence.

4.  If anything doesn't feel right or doesn't ring true - shake it off.  Again, observe the statements with calm detachment.  Even if your first response is to panic, stop yourself from going there.  It is an effort, but well worth the split second it takes to make that decision.  It is a decision and each of us has the right to make that decision for ourselves.

5.  Trust yourself!  If you are feeling the reader/healer is being inappropriate in any way, walk away!  Ask for a refund and walk away!  Even if you don't get your money back, you keep your sanity and your well being.  You, as a client, have every right to refuse to be abused!  If you are in the first few minutes of a session and something strikes you as "off" take appropriate action.  Stand up and say, "I'm uncomfortable with this reading.  Please give me a refund."  Caution here:  if you've sat through more than the first few minutes of a session, you've given up your right for a refund.  Asking for your money back at the end of a session isn't right.  That would be taking advantage of someone who THOUGHT they were helping.  How will the psychic learn if  nothing is said or done in the first moment?  If you are afraid to speak up about the session, walk away and PRAY for clear energy to wash over you and that all fear and doubt be removed from your being on all levels.  It is our divine right to be healthy, whole, and filled with light.  God, Spirit, Higher Power - whatever you call it - is willing and ABLE to help restore your energy field.  Just ask!

6.  Spirit offers choices.  Spirit offer hope.  Spirit offers love and tenderness.  Anything other than these energies may be coming through the filters of your reader.  Sift out what is guilt ridden or demanding.  A should, aught to, got to, must, have to, never, always, are words of judgment and bias - not Spirit.  Look for Spirit in what is being said and use a heavy duty sifter for the rest.

With the proper information, anyone can have a great reading.  Just know that Spirit is a blessing and not a doubt or fear.  Release anything that isn't of Spirit and be blessed!  If you've received a healing or reading that disturbs you, e-mail me at janice@janicelynch.com or call me at 509-0946-8656 and I'll help you get clear.