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~Light from Luzia~

Posted in Beauty, Clairsentience, Clairvoyance, Dreaming, Faith, Gratitude, Hope, Love, Passion, Spirituality, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2013 by TaijituMartini

Image– thanks for the wise post

#6 is of particular importance for me these days…

For anyone reading who feels like they are drowning in a sea of pure energetic chaos at the moment,

have faith in something far greater than yourself,

never give up hope.

Just when you want to pack it in and give up,

stand strong,

stronger than you were before,

and just keep trekking…

Never give up on your dreams.

Life is a tough ride but #12 will see you through.


Go West-The Conclusion

Posted in Clairsentience, Clairvoyance, Hope, Love, Spirituality with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2013 by TaijituMartini


Where was I? Oh right, it’s going to be one hell of a fight. Inflammation of my brain and all that jazz. Not your average Tuesday.

I realized that I might still have a chance to get back down to my body. I was in a place where you think something and it just happens, right? Well then, I would make it so. Abracadabra. This was something I knew I had to do, not something I necessarily wanted to do. After an entire day of attack, I knew my body was the weakest it had ever been in my life. How would I ever have the strength to get back to it? Floating free of this heavy human shell was such a welcome relief. The lure of continuing this magic carpet ride on the other side was far greater than the desire to head back to that sick bed anytime soon.

It was definitely a P. Swayze moment, playing out exactly like that early scene from “Ghost” where Sam’s looking up in the street at the dazzling spirit lights calling him from the heavens, but he can’t bear to leave Molly and turns his back on them. I didn’t want to lose my chance like Sam, but I didn’t want this new found comfort to go away either. I knew though that as much as I wanted to stay in this warm beautiful place it was time to return to the land of the living. That’s when I got my voice. Well, not really my voice, it was all done telepathically. Didn’t I mention already that communication is super advanced over there? Here’s what I remember. I did what any good floating former-Catholic casper would do in my situation.

I prayed.

O.K Creator. God. Buddha. Allah. I’ll give you a few names as I’m not exactly sure who YOU are, but I can feel your presence. It was all around me. Please help me. I know I’m not always the best human being, but I think I’m a good person and I don’t think it’s my time to go. I feel that I have more to do. Please take away this horrible pain and help me to heal. I promise if you send me back I’ll work towards being better. In everything I do. I will dedicate myself to helping other people whenever I can. For the rest of my life. I promise you this. With everything I am. Please help me now. Help me. Help me to live.

In a blinding flash I was back in that heavy pain-ridden body again. I had shot there with such speed that the intense pain suddenly hit me again like a bus. The flood of emotion that  came next was almost too much to bear. I could feel oodles of warm tears flowing down the sides of both my cheeks. Was I crying? I guess I was. It was the release of everything. The pure joy of knowing I was going to live, and the deep pain of having to leave my greatest ecstacy behind. Let me tell you, once you’ve felt that kind of joy, life on earth is never the same again. I was absolutely heartbroken I had to leave it behind. My fever broke within minutes. I could actually feel my temperature dropping. The throbbing pain deep inside my skull began to subside. Slowly but surely I could feel myself coming back to life. Oh My God. They listened, and I was getting a second chance at life.

The weeks and months following the West Nile were challenging. Not much you can do other than retrain yourself. Baby steps they say. Simple things proved difficult, things we often take for granted, like walking a few steps forward in a line without falling over. My equilibrium was way off. My system had suffered a big blow.

I guess the government takes this sort of thing seriously. Public Health started stalking me the very next day. Doc Moron’s tests came back positive for WNND and I guess it was her duty to inform the city. At least she got something right. She even called me at home herself to tell me the crazy news, telling me how very rare it was, and how lucky I was to be young enough to fight it. I agreed to be monitored for a period of one year. I guess even ignoramus’ can improve their bedside manner when death is on the line.

It was protocol to assign me a private nurse, a friendly R.N that came twice a week for a year to draw blood, take my vitals, and monitor my progress with tests. In the first few months following I was having a lot of trouble with the simplest of things. One day I was given the task of spelling a few simple four-letter words backwards. I couldn’t do it. That was embarassing. Felt like such a tool. My brain just wasn’t ready to perform yet. Fine brain, I’ll take it easy. No advanced calculus for you. I had extreme fatigue and couldn’t walk properly, let alone around the block with my dog without collapsing in a heap. My R.N would explain just how lucky I was that summer. Her client list involved many of the other West Nile cases in the city. There was a huge jump in cases that summer compared to the year before. A mother of two young children who wasn’t much older than I was also got infected with West Nile around the same time. She was completely paralyzed from the waist down and was in a wheelchair. Her prognosis wasn’t good at the time. I hope she’s walking again today. She also told me that two of her other patients had lost their battle during the time she was monitoring my condition. I was grateful for my body now, as exhausted and un-cooperative as it was, it had carried me through all of this, and was working overtime to give me my life back. It took a good year before I was feeling strong again.

Leave it up to me to get the West Nile Virus. So random. Even more random was that I managed to trace the culprit mosquito back to my rooftop patio, and I can even remember feeling the exact bite as it chomped down on my arm. That was the night before the rash developed. I noticed it happening because it hurt. I thought it might have been a spider bite at the time. Mosquito bites don’t sting that much. West Nile bites do. This story is full of weird tidbits, but the strangest of all to me is that somewhere deep inside I knew that I had the West Nile Virus from the minute the rash showed up. Of course I’d googled rashes and probably came across pictures of West Nile rashes that looked similar to mine, but lying on the table in that doctors office I remember that my body was already telling me what I needed to know. My intuition was yelling it at me but I wouldn’t listen. No way, it can’t be that. Way too rare. I remember listening to my girlfriend getting increasingly annoyed, telling Doc Moron that it wasn’t the chicken pox, and I suddenly blurted out, “Maybe it’s the West Nile”. Cue the condescending attitude and a brief snicker-laugh from Doc Moron, “I don’t think so”.  Think again Doc Moron. Think again.

Turns out that nice RN that monitored my condition for a year afterwards is based out of the same University where I recently finished my degree. She worked there as part of the team that are conducting ongoing studies to monitor the epidemiology of West Nile patients. There’s that quantum connectivity again. See, I told you it’s everywhere. All my results are documented for posterity ten minutes away. Over the years I’ve occasionally been in contact with the MD that heads up the studies, and he’s invited me to take a trip there sometime to see all of my collected information, and to chat with him about some of the other cases and  long-term effects that still linger after recovery. I’d like to believe I’m back to normal, or as normal as I was before the West Nile knocked on my door, but the truth is I’m a completely different person now. Mind, body, and soul. My life will never be the same as it was before. A completely different existence now. I’m grateful for each minute, and work to keep my promise. The proof is in the pudding so they say. I appreciate all the moments that make up my life and try to help other people whenever I can. I strive to be a better person. My Spirituality has evolved and so have I. I was given the precious gift of knowing for fact that we are all part of a greater scheme. We are all connected. We will never truly be alone. It’s knowing that death is simply a doorway to the next place. What’s on the other side? Love.

I may be just one little speck, but it takes a million drops of water to make up an ocean. I play with a completely different deck now.

12 people lost their battle with the West Nile Virus that summer in 2005.

See, I told you the number 13 was my lucky number.


Posted in Clairsentience, Clairvoyance, Hope, Love, Prophecy, Spirituality with tags on February 28, 2013 by TaijituMartini

Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the first bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993. The North Tower was meant to bring down the South Tower, knocking down both towers and killing thousands. The plan failed but killed six and injured 1,042 people. A short eight years later both towers would be gone and an estimated 2, 977 people would never go home again.

I woke up sweating on the morning of September 11, 2001, after a night of horrible vivid nightmares. In my dreams, I was looking at the tallest buildings I’d ever seen. They were silver and the sun was hitting them from all angles and blinding me when I tried to look at them. I remember thinking that I couldn’t believe how enormous they were. All around them was wooden scaffolding, working its way up the four sides of each of the buildings. It didn’t look very sturdy and I was thinking to myself, “thankfully I’m not the one who has to climb up there and work on them”. All I can remember next is seeing people on the scaffolding. Not one or two, but many, suddenly leaping off to the street below. Just as I would see one jump and think, “Oh My God that person just jumped off the building” another would go from another side of the scaffolding. And another. And another. Just as my panic was getting totally out of control trying to figure out why and how I could stop this unexplainable horror, I woke up. I remember looking at the clock. It was 8:33 am. I made a tea and turned on the news, still reeling from my horrible dream. I waited to see what was going on in the world. One minute before the first plane crashed into the North Tower I sat on my couch and wasn’t at all prepared for what I was about to witness. A fiery crash followed by people, many people, jumping to their deaths. My dream was now a reality. Right there on the news-minute by minute. Watching my dream play out a second time in reality was more than my heart could bare. I cried for three days straight. The weird part is, people all over the world had prophetic experiences too. I certainly wasn’t the only one. I don’t know why I was given that information before it happened, or what I could possibly have done to prevent it, all I know is that it was one of the most powerful experiences I’ve ever felt. To all those who were killed, to all those who suffered, to all those who fought for weeks in toxic rubble to hunt for survivors, to all those who lost their loved ones, to all those who never got answers, to all those who risked their lives to save others, to all those now fighting cancers, to all those that survived only because they slept through their alarms that morning, my heart is with you, before it happened, as it happened, after it happened, and forever. Image


Posted in Clairsentience, Clairvoyance, Hope, Love, Prophecy, Spirituality with tags , , , , on February 21, 2013 by TaijituMartini

The name Taijitu Martini is inspired by the enigmatic forces of nature in the Universe. My life is a constant division of two spaces, just like the Taijitu symbol. The world as most see it, on a surface level, and the world that I experience daily as a clairvoyant. It’s not something I asked for, it’s just who I am. Most people have no idea what I can see beyond the veil. The word psychic has such negative connotations. There are so many people that are full of shit out there giving it a bad name, so for the most part only a few people know about my true identity as a clairvoyant and clairsentient. My dreams have always foretold the future, or the past, and as a tribute I’ve named this blog Taijitu Martini after a recent dream that was particularly mind-blowing. In my dream I was holding a strange looking brown bird in my hands and said to my friend, “Hey what’s his name?” My friend said “Pete” and then I said,”What kind is he? I’ve never seen one like this before!” and she said, “He’s a Martini” The strange brown bird then flew up and dissapeared under an elaborate stick nest that I can only assume was his home and I woke up. It’s easy for me to know the difference between one of my clairvoyant dreams and a regular dream( clairvoyant dreams are much stronger and more powerful in nature) so when I got up I hit the computer to google this strange looking brown bird called Pete. Here he is. Turns out Pete looked exactly like he did in my dream. Pete was a Yanornis Martini, an extinct specimen thought to be closely related to the common ancestor of all modern birds, discovered in fossils in China in the Early Cretaceous Period 120 Million Years Ago. Blew me right into next week. 120 Million Years ago, and I’m dreaming of him live and in my hands looking exactly the way he would have in China in the dinosaur age. It’s something I’ve known all my life as a clairvoyant, but Pete re-affirms it, time and space as we know them are only constructions, true energy can never be contained. Image