Friday, 13 July 2018

As Far As My Eyes Can See... A Metaphysical Blog By Shawn M. Cohen

Today, as I write this latest entry, it is Friday the 13th of July, 2018. The first of 3 major Eclipses are about to come upon we had the Partial Solar Eclipse, 20 degrees in Cancer and exactly opposite to Lord of the Underworld, Pluto,  who himself is exactly 20 degrees Capricorn. 
These crossed my own personal 1st house (the body) to my 7th house (others= commitment relationships and business partners). I know I have some health issues right now. I have been working on them for decades and now as some get better, others come up, but will they finally transform to healing? These next 2 Eclipses should show the way or that perhaps, will not happen. I know the next Eclipse is 4 degrees in Aquarius,on July 27th, 2018, once again hitting my first house in my Natal Astrology Chart (the body) and my Chiron (the wounded healer and wounds that do not heal but on the path of seeking the healing, you learn how to heal others) and this conjunction would be like salt on the wounds of that! Finally, (as if what doesn't kill me makes me stronger!) the last of Eclipse trilogy, will be 18 Leo on August 11th, 2018 which is in my 7th house (others) and will oppose my personal Moon (emotions) in Aquarius exactly 18 degrees again in my first house (the body!) I am being hit by all sides here and it is not pretty! 
I always tell my clients, my students, that no one, not even the best Psychic or Astrologer or Tarot Reader can predict death! Not even Doctors can truly predict death because it is a pact between you and God, always. You made the plan of when you would be done with your life (as in done with your "Mission") and that would be you coming "Home" to Heaven, where we all go. The Death Card in the Tarot, which is number 13 is why "13" is a "heebeegeebee" number for many! It really only means Transformation. Changes and Inner World (which Pluto also rules and Pluto is the Ruler of Scorpio, which is also the Astrological connection of the Death Card!) 
We only go "Home" when it is our time, and yes, there can be accidents but for the most part, we are here for the time alloted. I look at my own Astrology Chart with Pluto and then Saturn transiting/connecting with my Mars in my first house (the body) and I know I may very well be in for the fight of my life. However, it could play out in another way, like transforming my body through strict dicipline (Saturn) and Transformation (Pluto). I am working on the latter. But who knows? I see my Uncle, my father's older brother, a very Virgonian man who really delt with his diet well,  turning 107 years old on September 15th, 2018! My own Mother is 94, on November 21st, is a Scorpio and the last degree of it and smoked like a trouper but quit in her 60's and was a dancer with a senior dance toupe in her 80's.  Jupiter is now direct in Scorpio and right on my Midheaven at 11 degrees so...Jupiter is the great Liberator like Death. When you are Old and Wise and sitting in an old age home with an adult diaper, where you no longer know your own name and your adult children visit you and you have no idea who they are, like my mother is going through, I have to say I pray for her liberation. She never wanted that to happen to her. I miss her, her laughter, the way I could call her up in Florida from London and we could just gab for hours, laugh and how much my daughter too, loves and misses her Grandma. Death is the great liberator too and we forget that. I think about my life, my life's work and how I am trying to get all my books written now, no more wasting time. Jupiter is pushing me, Saturn is saying get yourself organized and I am. Black Moon Lilth in also transiting this Capricorn first house and men are running scared of me! I have to laugh.All my life they ran after me, chasing me, wanting me, competing for me as perhaps they saw me as some pretty prize but now as I am older and my looks are not exactly like they were, shall we say... I guess I am a bolder, stronger woman and I don't play games or take crap from any man! Lilth is so sexy, so even at 62, my Lilith energy is too much for some! There are some compensations for being Old and Wise!   Though tell that to the masses of oil rig workers and military men who ask to befriend me on Facebook! (It is vile!)
Have you thought about your legacy? I have...and like the beautiful words below of this song, I do wonder if my work will go on. Will all the clients I helped/served/read over 4 decades,  all the students I taught again over 4 decades, will they remember me, will they smile when they think of me? And what of the books I have written...and my poetry and my artwork, will it be when I am gone, will it still be sold? Will someone even read this blog? I know my daughter will think of me,love me and miss me...the hardest part is leaving your children behind, even if they are all grown up. But last week, my neighbor died. She was an Aries like me and a year younger, she had motor neuron disease and went downhill fast. She was the very first person to greet us when we moved in here and my daughter was friends with her grandson.I have to say, for all I know about death, dying and healing from my Nursing career, it still upset me.  More people leaving the planet in my life these past couple of years, my dear friend Mike who was like a brother to me. As many of you know, who know me, know I have two beloveds in spirit who watch over me like two Guardian Angels. My two previous boyfriends...Glen and Art. It really is the true joy of death to reconnect with those we lost who went before us. I do look forward to that! One day...when my pact with God comes good, when my work here is done, (will it ever be?) ...till then, I want to be Old and Wise. At 62, I am not that far from that point. Years fly day I will be 70, and all those Rock Icons I grew up with and love and honor here on my blog with their gorgeous songs, are older then me!Perhaps some of them will have taken their final bow too. Needless to say, we do the best we can and we live life one day at a time, insuring our legacy exists through loved ones, friends, family and all who knew us and for me, that my work in healing people, educating students will go on even within them. I do hope for that. So I keep a smile on my face and I keep going. I take care of myself as best I can and I consult my own Stars, Planets and Tarot too and I pray...oh yes, I pray. Death takes us all one day: 
But you see by the card: The Bishop pleads and the woman turns her head away not able to face Death but the innocent child looks at him head on, with no fear. The Chinese junk on the river symbolises the way bodies were sent out to sea, or a Viking Burial. The  King whose crown is thrown off and he lays under the horse symbolises even Royalty, or any priveledged position can not stop death. The river is the river of life, yellow is optimism, blue is healing, the white horse is purity, as the Sun sets between the two pillars and it is closing the day, the end of life.
Since Pluto brings up issues of birth, death and eventually transformation,and was powerfully connected with this Cancer Eclipse on Friday the 13th, the Number of the Death Card in the Tarot, this song from the Alan Parson's Project, with the hauntingly beautiful voice of The Zombie's lead singer, Colin Blunstone, lamenting his life, (or our life) as he sings of his coming passing or his demise or his death to come. We all come to this, evenutally. Here are the profound lyrics written by Alan Parsons. 
Old and Wise 

Old and Wise

"As far as my eyes can see
There are Shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to Know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go
And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn Winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be Lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go
And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like Autumn winds that will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that You were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm Old and wise.
As far as my eyes can see"
Songwriters: Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson 
Old and Wise lyrics © Universal Music Publishing
  If you would like a Tarot Reading or an Astrological Consultation with me, please email me at:  (c) 7/13/18 to Shawn M. Cohen, except video, & Old & Wise lyrics.

(c) "As Far As My Eyes Can See"  July 13, 2018 by Shawn Cohen, entry into "Shelter From The Storm" Alan Parson's song, "Old and Wise" (c) Universal Music and Alan Parsons/Eric Woolfson no copyright infringement meant for the above video as well.  

Friday, 6 July 2018

And It Makes Me Wonder.... a Metaphysical Blog By Shawn M. Cohen

Did you ever wonder
really wonder ,what happens to us all when we die? I mean, it is the ultimate question, right? How many can actually say they know...? Perhaps Planty was trying to sing about this in "Stairway to Heaven"...or does anybody remember laughter? As he so rightly asks!
When I was a teenager, in the early 1970's, this song came pouring out of every 8 track, vinyl LP, cassette tape and FM radio station, not to mention blasting over the FM car radio! You could hear it in quad stereo if you had one! Fantastic, taking all of Jimmy's riffs in one speaker, Robert's dulcet tones in another, JPJone's pounding bass, and Bonzo's banging drums in the last one, with yourself in the middle, what's not to love?? It was an "experience"!  Mental, fantastic, your mind just wrapped around the music and it went through your soul!
We listened, we rocked our heads to the beat but did we question the lyrics? Probably not, too high on pot! But man, it all sounded so cool, and Robert's soulful voice with Jimmy's smooth licks, Bonzo's beat. JPJ's bassline,  how could we not just melt away in bliss listening! 

But here they are, those lyrics which many have tried to interpret: read them, see just how deep they are, and what Robert is really singing about, what is he really wailing about, with his SOUL here? 

Stairway to Heaven
Led Zeppelin
There's a Lady who's sure,
All that glitters is gold,
And she's buying a stairway to heaven,
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall,
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook,
There's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving.
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon, If we all call the tune
Then the Piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The Piper's calling you to join him
Dear Lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying the stairway to heaven
Songwriters: Jimmy Page / Robert Plant
Stairway to Heaven lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music

 I write about the spiritual journey...that is my gig. I am and have been on this "Path" with all its myriad of twists and turns, Insightful teachers and also some phoney baloney Gurus and "wanna bes" for 4 decades pardon me while I don't go into a dissertation on how this song is about drug abuse only and particularly cocaine.  

Nope no dope here! But it is about losing one's soul, maybe... I think it is this clearly channeled poem, lyrics, verse, about the road we all face in this life. 
Do we chose (niavely) the "All that Glitters is Gold" road as so many of us do, especially the young ones. Get that money! Get that Kim Kardasian look (plastic) and do not forget to buy every designer do wha diddy to make yourself look so important and "special"! The EGO has its field day with young people like this and they pay, pay or get someone else to pay through the nose for it and sometimes the sex and drugs & booze also go with it and then here comes the addictions....while we are addicted to anything, anything at all, we are basically "slaves", nothing more, nothing less. "She knows where to go if the stores are all closed, with a word she can get what she came for."   Nothing stops the addict, no shops closed, no lack of money, no lie told is too big to "get what she came for".   And so she gets it, good for another hour, day, night, week, till next payday, and onwards she goes, the Lady who's sure... but wait: suddenly there is a "Sign on the wall but she wants to be sure...cause you know  sometimes words have two meanings... "    Now comes long last, she is beginning to wonder..."Oh and it makes me wonder..."  The moment of God comes through, or her Higher Self" that part of us that never leaves Heaven and we are watched over by...and that Higher Part is beginning to question this madness, this journey, this endless cycle of addiction...or shopping or mindless, souless friends, or this need to be wanted and endless, mindless sex, or people who use and abuse you or the millions of excuses she makes for just not doing the right but maybe harder thing, the finishing school, the working for a living the endless available books in any library she never reads or classes to improve herself she forgets to go to, and so on and so forth because those designer shoes are so much more important! And breathe! Finally, doubt, blessed doubt comes in and asks, "what am I doing?"  And finally, the other shoe (designer for sure!) drops and she is one small step out of the addiction cycle...and on the Path...ONE tiny weenie step. 
"There's a songbird who sings, sometimes all our thoughts are misgiving".   The songbird is her Soul, and it is asking her to "think about what you are doing, sometimes your thoughts are not the right way or the correct answer...think again." 
  And yes, it made her wonder...
Now this is the saddest line in this song, if you ask me, and the true spiritual seeker has been here so many times, right Lady? (There's a Lady... Me!)   If you got to go to Los Angeles in the 1970's or 1960's, you were blessed! It was one special place and here is exactly what Robert forlornly with a soft tone of sorrow in his voice, just achingly sings..."There's a feeling I get when I look to the West and my Spirit is crying for leaving..."  In A.A./N.A. or any 12 step program,  they call this the "so called Geographical cure"! You know, the addict thinks it will get better if they move to another location. Of course, they take  their damaged self with them can it? The Pathwork is always Internal. 
 This is the Spirit crying out for help in this line... the West is traditionally, in Metaphysics,  ruled by Archangel Michael. Michael is the Divine Protector and he will fight for you, and is a Lightshower and Defender of your Soul against Evil. Crying OUT... we have free will so no angel can interfere unless we ASK for Help. 
Here lies the beginning of redemption: the SOUL, her SPIRIT CRIES OUT, "I want to GO, I want to LEAVE and get to that place I LONG TO BE...HEAVEN." 
 " In my thoughts I have seen, rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking." 
She is smoking, is it pot, is it heroin, is it just cigarettes, who knows but they who stand looking see the self abuse. We witness your demise, we see how you think it is so cool to hurt yourself but Lady, you are actually just hurting yourself and that is NOT cool! And we all say, they say, your Guides and visiting spirit who are trying to help you and even the Angels. " And the voices of those who stand looking...."
We are often the ones who see it first, the family, friends, lovers, parents and children and "Oh, it makes me wonder, Oh it really makes me wonder"   What happened to them? They look dreadful! No more the pretty little girl or boy they once were...the Soul is still in that body but the spirit is crying for leaving...and of course , "She is buying a stairway to Heaven"! We worry alot about them,  we speak to them, we ask politely, then we cajole or infer or out and out blast them to China and Back: "STOP!"
"And it whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, then the Piper will lead us to reason..."
Collectively, we all need to speak the truth. If we lie and disassociate with the addict or the souless or who is doing what to whom, without consciousness, without compassion and actually offer the a 12 step program or a way out or a bloody good shrink, then we too are complicite in their continual self harm. This is why Robert wrote these lines, it takes a Village to raise a healthy child and it takes community and our tribe to come in and help us, not co-dependency but help us to stand UP again for ourself. "If we ALL call the TUNE" and he means if we ALL speak the TRUTH.  "The Piper will lead us to reason..."   The Piper is any sane person not doing the drugs, or sold their soul for money.... he/she is a Wise sage, a Doctor, a Healer, a Psychotherapist, the Leader of a 12 step program, any Lightworker or Diviner, Astrologer, Tarot Reader who can and does use his/her wisdom to heal others and his/her wise words are "music" to the addict's ears... 
"And a New Day Will Dawn for those who stand long and the forests will echo with laughter..." 
YES! A breakthrough at last! The Dark Night of the Soul is over, the person is finally realizing they no longer need be a slave, that THEY are responsible for their lives, their happiness and their health! And this is a New Day that Dawns when the SOUL reunites with the original Plan of that Soul in this lifetime! No longer blowing which ever way the wind blows, but anchored in truth and light and self worth again. Let us laugh, let us rejoice! 
"If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed's just a spring clean for the May Queen."  
You will always discover weird things along the Spiritual Path. Various people and places and things, can distract you but "don't be alarmed."  Robert is giving us/her some good solid advice  here and never let a "bustle" or sex or a flirtation get the better of you either, stay on the Path!  And he warns: "Yes, there are two paths you can go by But in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on...Oh, it makes me wonder..."
The eternal battle between good and evil. Between our soul and our ego. Between our Path and slacking off...
"Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know...the Piper's calling you to join him"    Listen to the call, it may just save your life or soul! We already said who the "Piper" was...or could be. The soul calls out, the Clarion Call of help and need, and who answers that call? Like attracts like and opposites also attract... so you can be attracting someone just like yourself at any given moment or the opposite one who came through it all and is cured or On The Path and firmly on it and so we have the "two roads" again...The Stairway to Heaven is laced with choices both good and bad, both hard and soft, what will this "Dear Lady, can you hear the wind blow and did you know....your stairway lies on the whispering wind." 
 Thoughts carry, messages from God, Angels, our Guides, our Higher Self, our Ancestors, all carry on the wind, whispering again and again to us, to listen, to watch, to be aware...we are here, we are helping you, tune into us, listen to us, we will see you right but you do have Free Will and we can not interfere with your own Free Will, therefore, you must ask us for help and listen.

"And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller then our soul...there walks a Lady we all know who shines WHITE LIGHT and wants to show..."
So, she is cured, she is healed and down the road we get to see this. Our Shadow is taller than our Soul, no longer hiding the pain, the negative but embracing it, owning it, it no longer controls her and she is free. She shines WHITE LIGHT which is the light of Christ Consciousness, the Metaphysician, Healer, Psychic's tool for protecting the Aura, to keep it clean and free from nasty and negative energy which you can pick up with drug and drink abuse or any addiction.
"How everything still turns to Gold, and if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last, " 
She heard the call, she went through the Dark Night of the Soul and as Carl Jung said and Joseph Campbell, that our Shadow contains our GOLD, the soul's treasures, so we must face our demons and find our true bravery and healing Gold. And she did, she is cured, she is shining that White Light and saying what the Piper called her to do, if you listen very hard, it can happen to you too, you can hear it on the wind...your soul's crying out to God...and God responds:"I"If you listen very hard the tune will come to you at last, when ALL ARE ONE AND ONE IS ALL"f And if you listen very ha ALL are ONE and ONE is ALL..."   Because that is the only truth....when you clear away all the illusions, all the lies, all the spin, all the designer clothes, the drugs and the sex and the needs and the wants and the my, me, mine of the Ego............! There is only yourself, and we are all ONE!
And finally, security, sanity and safety is now hers/ours:
 "To be a rock and not to roll...and she's buying a stairway to Heaven."
Her soul is saved from the slavery of lies, where she would be worshipping at for decades or lifetimes if she had not heard that Clarion Call from the Piper, whomever he/she /it is for her. "To be a rock", stable and solid!

Have you heard your own Clarion Call? Did you leave the addictions at the doorstep of sanity and safety and reason? Good for you... if not...what are you waiting for? After all, we all want a "Stairway to Heaven" when our soul's learning and our soul's mission here is done.
Love while you can but love yourself in a healthy way first, with respect and honoring the very temple you have chosen to use in this lifetime, your body. Nurtured wisely, it will carry you home too.

If you need to know how to get here, my mission is all about helping the soul and it's journey towards enlightenment and its mission on Earth. Please get in touch via my website and see all the various ways and services I can help you grow, heal, develop.
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I want to thank Robert Plant and Jimmy Page and Led Zeppelin for the most magnificent song. All copyright goes to (c) Robert Plant and Jimmy Page and Warner/Chappell Music, inc. No copyright infringement meant and same for the video.

 And Finally, one day in London in 1988, I was working at the Primrose Hill Healing Center in NW1 London, as a Tarot Reader and Teacher of Metaphysics. This Pittsburgh Girl moved over here to London in 1985. Ken was the owner and we were dating at the time. He was an Acupuncturist and we had been dating about 8 months. After work he said, ", Shawn, do you want to go get a drink at the corner pub?" I think we were both tired from a full on day of healing people so a quick "yes" came out of my mouth. We walked into the pub and no one was there save two men at the bar. I could see their backsides , as they were leaning on the bar, not their faces and one had long blonde curly hair.  His face was turned to his friend speaking. I looked over at Ken who went to the table and chairs and so I said , "I'll get the drinks" and as I approached the bar, it struck me like lightening I had seen that long blonde hair before, then as if a raging flood poured into my 33 year old mind, my mouth just opened up wide, jaw dropped! It was Robert Plant! As if he knew and read my mind... and he never turned around, he took his beer with his friend and just ran upstairs to the next level. I was frozen and could not move. It was like a dream! Last time I saw him I was a teenager at the Civic Arena in Pittsburgh, Pa with all my best friends and we were singing along with him in his sexy jeans, bare top with a girl's shirt just gracing over his bare chest! Long curly hair flying around his head! Singing and wailing with his soulful cries!!
 But back to this pub...and Mr. Plant...
so here I am, what should I do? "Yes, there are two paths you can go on...".  I felt every ounce of my being wanting to run up those stairs (This current Stairway to Heaven?)  after him and just see if I could look him in the face...ask for an autograph...tell him how much we all adored Led Zep in the day? Or I could stop being a teenager at 33 and look at my lovely and nice and caring boyfriend who was exhausted from his day of working and buy him his beer..., with a *sigh*, I chose the later. I asked him, "Is that who I think it was?" and Ken said matter of factly reading the newspaper, "Oh, him? Yeah, Robert Plant comes in here all the time, he lives near here."   And I had another jaw dropping experience within 5 minutes of the last one! "No, really?! Why didn't you Tell Me??!"    I could see myself camping out at that Pub from now on!  But the look on Ken's face, was priceless, "Oh why, you like him?"  Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing not running up those stairs after him...however tempting.... and God knows what would have happened if he saw me and I saw him! lol Probably nothing but I know my boyfriend would have been hurt.
And we wonder down the road... I bought the drinks and sat there with Ken, composing myself and hoping what went up must come down but he never did while we were there...Oh well, clearly I was meant for the Other Road!
Thank you to Robert Plant and Jimmy Page for showing us the way...via this Mytical, Celtic Spirited and Beautiful song.
The Path is filled with temptation but your Soul is wise, listen to it and when you can't do ask for is out there, and it is waiting for you. 

"And It Makes Me Wonder",  entry to my Blog, "Shelter From the Storm" (c) July 6, 2018 by Shawn M. Cohen 
all rights to the author except for the lyrics and song by Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, Stairway to Heaven and the video. (c) to Warner/Chapell Music, Inc.

Friday, 29 June 2018

Wonderous Stories

 "I awoke this morning, Love laid me down by the river,
drifting I turned on upstream bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.

He spoke of lands not far or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly check the time. If I was late,
I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing, Hearing, Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future. Imagine everything. You're close and were you there to stand so
Cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky. I bid it to return, to hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories...hearing, hearing, hearing, hearing, hearing...."
(c) Jon Anderson of YES.

I felt so compelled by hearing this song again, which I first encountered in 1970 with my then first love, Glen. He was 16 and I was 14. He turned me on to many things back then. The world was all topsy turvy, the Vietnam war was still raging, the Beatles had just broke up, which was like a death to us all! But there were so many great bands like YES, The Moody Blues, The Who, Led Zeppelin and all the Soul around too, not to mention Joni Mitchell and soft rock. Inside all these lyrics were wonderous stories. One lesson after another in life from these songsters, lyricists, folklore spreaders. It was the hippie times, we wore bell bottom jeans and tied dyed t shirts...we flashed the peace sign a lot, then and we protested on everything from the War in Vietnam, "Make Love Not War!" Human Rights, Women's Lib, Black Rights, Gay Rights...we protested, the youth of America and we gathered together in our communities, slowly releasing the nest of home and becoming a citizen of the world. We tuned in, dropped out, skipped school, smoked tons of pot and hitchhiked wherever we needed to go!
Fear was a "negative, a downer" and we were into the Brotherhood of Mankind. So we panhandled when we needed money, even if our parents had money! They were the "Establishment" and we did not want to be like THEM!
We did what we wanted, we helped each other, we "hung out" usually in the local parks or me on the back of my boyfriend's motorcycle! My long straight hair blowing out of the helmet as we ducked and dived the cars on his Kawasaki. No one would draft him, he would go to Canada if it came to it! We went to see concerts, endless concerts from OUR Leaders like Dylan or Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. "Teach your children well" we laughed, no, we were teaching our parents. "What if they gave a war and nobody came?" was a favorite motto. Or "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle!"
It was all changing. Demonstrations on Washington, D.C. against War, against racism, for Women's abortion rights, and we did it, we made it all happen! We took responsibility for our own lives and told the world we want PEACE....and John Lennon stepped up to the post, and not even American...but we loved his bravery and his clarity. He knew we were living in a land of lies...and he walked with us, "Power to the People, Right ON!"
I grew up in all of this...there were more changes in this time to ideas, inventions, human rights, medicine, healing, and esoteric knowledge became a thing, a thing to seek! Astrology, "When the Moon is in the 7th house and Jupiter aligns with Mars" sang the 5th Dimention and the nothing-like-it-before-play "HAIR"!
Timothy Leary said, "Drop out, tune in" we did. We went into Earth shoes, Herbalism, Spiritual awakening, Yoga brought to the West. IN a nutshell, we all collectively birthed a New World.
These are my actual memories. I am not quoting news reels or Google Archives! lol I have the memory in my mind as a teenager of watching this incredible world be born. It was then that I decided to become someone who helps the world. I did not know how then, but I was already reading "Linda Goodman's Sun Signs" at age 13.
It took the shock of Glen's death, his spirit coming to me to show me, as I did not know he died in 1979 for me to realize who I was and what I came here to do!
The details I did not know, but I did know he was speaking to me, sharing his mind with me, coming into my dreams every night telling me, "I'm not really dead, you know..." and I would wake up and wonder, what does he mean? I was 23 years old. I was so wounded by this lost opportunity I did not think I could come back from it. We were not together when he died, being hit by a car in California...we had lived there together 3 years before and then broke up. In an era of peace, freedom and love...somehow making that work in reality was not always easy. But we were Babes in the Woods...
eventually I understood what he kept telling me...he kept telling me that there was "life after death"! He was Jewish like me, but my mother was Catholic...and he read so many great and deep books. His letters to me from Los Angeles to me in Pittsburgh, where he went out there and waited for me to finish high school, as I was 2 years younger...he wrote me loads of letters. All of them were filled with spiritual content I did not know, or understand! I used to sit in a diner in Pittsburgh with my best girlfriends and ask them, "Do you understand what he is saying?" and the giggles would go around the endless coffee and cigarette smoke and they would all shake their heads..."he's deep, Shawn!" as if being deep was a terrible thing! I saw his heart, his wanting me to "get something", his choices in reading like Martin Bubar, was so advanced and Sidhartha. I was a child compared but I was growing up. When we were together in Pittsburgh, he went to a different high school then me, across town, in the more Jewish section of town, Squirrel Hill...he would come to pick me up from high school on his Kawasaki, always bring an extra helmet for me. Sometimes he would bring his friend Serge, aka Paul also on his motorcycle. Glen wore a fringed suede jacket and I would hold on for life when we took off. He was handsome with jet black hair and cystal blue eyes, tall too.
There were so many parties, so many times we were together, so many memories that when he died, even though we had broken up 3 years before, I was just devastated. No one understood, just my mother. Her mother was psychic, from Ireland and she knew I had the same gifts. I would cry to my mother, "Why does he keep telling me he is not dead in my dreams?" and my mother would hug me and brush back my long hair and say,  "He is coming to you because he loves you."
In time, I walked forward again. In time, with the help of my friends, my therapist (yes, I went to one and it helped) I began to get that he was there with me and this was how it was going to be. I wanted to go back to California again, eventually I did. By 1981 I found a school (or was led to it) The American National Institute for Psychical Research and Development in Westlake, California. I was in school again at L.A. City College, still pursuing my degree in Psychology, when my friend where I waitressed during the day, Debbie, I finally shared what had happened to me with Glen and how I wanted to find someway, a school if there was one, to learn more...what did she tell me? About the school she was in, American National Institute for Psychical Research and Development up the 405 freeway to Westlake! Unreal, there it was, she took me there herself and I immediately dropped out of L.A. College and enrolled for a Degree in Metaphysics! That was 1981, graduated in 1983 and the last year I also enrolled in their Nursing program with a Holistic idea in mind. Yes, I had found my path. I was taught absolutely everything I needed to know, from the Astrology I had self taught myself coming into a Professional Level, to The Tarot, Astral Projection, Holistic Healing, Laying on the Hands, Angelology, Candle Magic, Numerology, Past Life Regression, Working with Guides, Chakras, Meditation, seeing the Aura, opening up my 3rd eye and truly seeing the future and the past. I was transformed, transfixed and transmogafied into the spiritual and psychic Lightworker person I am today! That was 35 years ago. I got lucky, or maybe I was guided by an Angel on a Kawasaki...I like to think I was. He is still guiding me... and I have just published my latest Metaphysical workbook for my current Metaphysical Students. I recently was contacted by Paul, (Serge) Glen's friend from decades before on Facebook. He and I shared some "Wonderous Stories" about Glen and their motorcycle trips together. It was great to speak to someone who knew him, still had his fringe vest!  I have come full circle, at age 62. I am sure there is much more ahead but without Glen's "wonderous stories", taking me to see YES at the Civic Arena in Pittsburgh, Pa. when we were in High School in the early 1970's, would I be here today? No, I don't think so... someone, a Soul Mate, a Twin Flame, a Kindred Spirit, a passed on family member, a Guardian Angel or even a beloved passed on pet,  is always watching over us from Heaven...who is it for you? What are your wonderous stories?
 Glen Miles Ponitzman born Feb 25, 1954- July 25, 1979
still watching over me. Still telling me his "Wonderous Stories". This picture he sent to me when he was in L.A. (this is Ventura County) at age 20, in 1974 waiting for me to finish High School and come out to be with him. I did and we "lived in sin", as they used to call it. We were always the rebels, always ahead of the frey and we always will be! 💖💕 Thank you, Babe, for all your help over the years! xoxo  Here is what all that help manifested:

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Monday, 28 March 2016

You Can Never Go Home Again, a Metaphysical Blog By Shawn M. Cohen BSc. Metaphysics, L.V.N.

"All my life I never really knew me till today.

"Now I know I'm just another step along the way...." by Justin Hayward, Mike Pinter, John Lodge, Graham Edge, Ray Thomas also known as THE MOODY BLUES. 

It has been a while since I wrote here. It has been a very busy year, 2015. 
First of all my daughter would be applying for University. This meant finishing up "High School" but in England we say "A" levels from "College". Her absent father wanted to connect with her again, after another long absence, as she was coming up to age 19 which means the end of his small forced by law, child support. 
We both had qualms about that. But in the end, he put his money where his mouth was and gave her some money. 
The first thing she said to me was, "Mum, let's go back to Pittsburgh and see Grandma!" And so we did....but before we left there were a few things to consider. One, who would watch the cat? And could I get all my old girlfriends from Pittsburgh who I had grown up with to connect again and meet in The Burgh! I started a group Facebook Page and invited them all in. One was in Florida, another in Ohio and the other in California. I, now 30 years living in London England, knew it would take some time, effort and organization to get us all there at the same time and co-ordinate dates. My other friends who still lived in Pittsburgh of course, had their lives, families and even grandchildren at this stage of the game! So we began the, "YES, I am coming HOME" story and when and where we would stay and so on. I was very happy to be able to do this at the ripe age of 59. I was sure it was all planned from above on some level. As a Psychic Medium I could just hear the many deceased parents of this group who all knew each other or most of them saying, "Great, Girls, Go for It!" And so we did. 
Getting to Pgh was easy. I got to work in a Metaphysical shop doing what I do best, giving readings and the owner was so gracious to me as she once was 9 years before when I was last there. She offered us her home to stay in too. I am not speaking to my siblings for various reasons so there was no way I was staying with any of them. It is what it is but we got a place to stay and we were able to be in the neighborhood I loved so much, Shadyside. Where my story with Art unfolded, I got to see the brick I had put in Shadyside, which I had done, ordered over the phone from London, 9 years before but had not seen, that says, "Art Swiden, Champ 4 Ever!" and that made me happy. Another friend of mine took me to see his grave site, as the last time I saw it, it was not even marked! So now it was marked...and not as I had hoped but ok, it is, what it is. She asked me while we were there, "Don't you want to spend some time here?" I said, "What for? He isn't in there, just his carcass, his body." She has known me since I was 16. But she still can not believe that I became a Psychic Medium....even though she knew my story, witnessed my changes when my first boyfriend died and I saw his spirit and told her...told most of them too and to this day only a couple of them actually believe I am in touch with passed on people! I gave readings to some while I was there and this was clear that they loved it, their dead relatives came through and spoke words that I could never have known, especially since some I had not seen in 30 years! But others just pretended it was not so, not interested because it took them out of their comfort zone! And what happens when you go home is this...some people who knew you growing up can not see you as anything other then the picture in their mind of you at whatever age they met you or knew you! 
So even though I had saved all their letters to me, their notes from high school which we used to write to each other back and forth, it was the highlight of our day to get these notes and letters. I had kept them even in my many travels. Why? Why had I not done what they had all done and thrown them out after a while? Perhaps they were just too precious to me. They were filled with great stories, of love gained, love lost, adventures, inside jokes between us and remembrance and all from high school and some who I was friends with even longer still wrote to me and I had those great letters as well. And then they went into details of their marriages of which I was at many and even in the bridal party, even maid of honor at one. I made many new friends along the way of my life, considering I have lived outside the USA longer now then inside. But they were my gang and I loved them all. 
Now the one I was maid of honor to...her story and mine is all about how two friends grow apart because one marries and goes off into the suburbs to live a very traditional life (even if said friend did loads of exciting adventures with me before hand and well, I was a bit surprised when it was her choice to be Mother/Wife no career, that was her choice and of course I was happy for her!)  Now her older sister invited me to London in 1985...this was because she was running a work shop and needed people for it. It was not, as I realized later, a special invitation for me, but she sweetened the pot by saying "if you come to this workshop in Italy, you can do some metaphysics there." I did come, paid my way, did the metaphysics which wowed the group ((I read Auras) and then when I came back to London and her flat, was inundated with invitations from the group's participants. So within a week of this I was now sought out to live and work in London. I was asked to move out and get my own place,by her sister and I suspected then there was some jealousy but I got a place.  And the rest is history. I had a falling out over a business deal with this same person in 1991. It was clear I would have been the 3rd wheel on a business which I had brought forth and the talent as well. So I left. I made the right choice too. Her sister went back and said a pack of lies about me to cover up her own selfish behavior. So that friend was now not speaking to me! And of course she believed her sister! I was never in any running for the truth! So now here we are, her sister passed away,  30 years later, we were all meeting up and we finally did meet up. She came in from Ohio. She wanted to meet me for coffees even before the group met. We had been emailing all along, even as she slammed me plenty of times in those emails. I tried to send her sister pictures and wrote a poem as she was dying and all I got back was, "SHE has nothing to say to you!" It was really ridiculous and sad. I had helped her sister in the past with things she did not even know about but clearly on her death bed she was not about to come clean! Ok, then. Your karma!
So imagine my surprise when we are all gathered together, for our second gathering as one of my friends from California who grew up with us and I had also shared an apartment with for two years as we went to College together and were best friends then, she came in, which was great! So casually my other friend starts saying things which blew my mind! I was hearing it as she was talking out loud to our gathered group of people there. It was all about how her sisters did not like her husband! Wow...who knew? I was actually accused of saying something against her husband and the other sister used it to destroy my friendship with the other sister! It was a case of me being blamed once again for not only what I did not do or say but how what I said was twisted into some kind of "bad" person story! Me being the "bad person"! I was shocked to say the least.
I have spent my life telling the truth, seeking and searching for it. I don't tell lies! But when confronting her once the gatherings were over...she freaked out, froze and not only tried to cover her words up but then called me a "LIAR" to all the other girls on the group...who sadly....not all of them....but some of them clearly decided I was not a nice person because my words to her after she was nasty to me in emails and sniping and insidious comments I just wrote back for her to go **** OFF!" Well, "Hurtful words" was what I got for my efforts! "Don't send me an email with 'hurtful words' on it!"   I was shocked! NOT ONE FRIEND asked what happened and why it was going on, even though they all knew that we had not been friends for a long time! This "friend" showed me from the beginning when she came in and was so nervous at the restaurant. She was not sincere. She brought pictures of us all when we were teens which I asked her to bring. It was great to see them as mine were all lost in a move in L.A. But the minute she put them down, she picked them back up a couple seconds later! It was as if she was not going to "share" them. I could not see why this was except "control"! 
 So, after all that was said, the beautiful boxes of their saved letters wrapped in ribbons and given to each one with a personal note from me, the meeting of our kids to each others, being in their homes, some even meeting for separate dinners and lunches and brunches...I am truly sorry to report most of them, no really all of them hardly even write or communicate to me and that started not long after I came back to London, And when I came back home the pet sitter made a mess of my flat so that was another insult to injury story! WHAT is wrong with people!??
I spent time with my 90 year old mother in the nursing home...for the first couple of times she remembered me, the rest of the time, she called me by her sister's name, "Betty"! I know she has Dementia but it hurt. I am not even close to my Aunt anymore, as I once was...her choice not mine. I was losing my mother even though she was still alive...just.  That was the hardest part of all of this and also the fact that I had no idea when or if I would get back here again. It took me 9 years just to get back to Pgh again. I felt like people were looking at me as someone else but could not see me for who I now was, not even my own mother!  In the end, one wonders what you have to do to WAKE UP the people you grew up with and the answer is pretty clear, especially on this Easter Monday Morning as I write this, And I quote from the New Testament:  Philip findeth Nathanael, and saith unto him, “We have found him, of whom Moses in the law, and the prophets, wrote, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.” And Nathanael said unto him, “Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?” Philip saith unto him, “Come and see” (John 1:45-46).
 what they meant by that was what Justin Hayward and the Moody Blues sang which I first heard when I was age 14, in 1970 with my boyfriend Glen at the time who turned me on to all their music and here it is: { If you become more then you were when you were little, or when people dump their own poor opinions of themselves on you or how they perceived you when you were a teenager and refuse to see you for who you have become, when all their own insecurities are delivered to your doorstep and you are asking yourself, "what does this have to do with ME?" and finally being accused of things you not only did not DO or SAY because your own searching for TRUTH and being a PERSON WHO VALUES TRUTH ABOVE AND BEYOND ANYTHING ELSE means your "friends" find that weird and therefore are not interested in your ideas, philosophies...or you are not "ONE OF THEM"  because they can not see you for  what you do and who you are today! After all, what GOOD can come out of PITTSBURGH???}
 I was impressed with their beautiful homes, their nice husbands and children and their big American cars but why then was it so hard to be impressed with what I had to say or share? They saw the weight gain I had from my thyroid disease. They saw me sweat in the sticky heat of summertime Pittsburgh, they saw me as a person who clearly is not rich, not married and therefore not the same as them, perhaps. Was I not one of them? Did I not grow up with them? Go to school with them? Attend their birthday parties, even have them with my own, and have so many experiences and adventures with them?? Then WHAT GIVES? Oh, my, whatever they saw in me for not wanting to be real friends after this huge effort to get together was just sad, like a missed opportunity. 
The minute I had a fight with the other one, only defending myself the rest of them basically backed off. And you can bet your bottom dollar she is doing exactly what her sister did to me, lying about me through her teeth to cover up her own bad behavior! Coming to meet with them even though she doesn't live there and believe it or not, she was not even good friends with them, we were friends.
I am not Jesus, not even close, not Catholic or Christian nor do I want to be! But I can not help feeling that because I grew up with them, because I do something they don't really understand or perhaps see as weird, then this was just enough.  Or is it as simple as "not interested in you!"
 "Forgive them Father, for they know not what they have done"! Sounds corny to say that but I cant help feeling like the "mob"  has turned against me! After all, how hard it is to send an email? Write something in the group I keep open for them? I mean really...! 
Yes, it hurt me. Yes, it felt like a stab in my heart. Yes, I tried and tried to keep the conversation going with sending them each cards and emails and of course constant comments and content on our Facebook Group but I see that I am just kicking a dead horse. I am asking to be friends with my old best girlfriends who don't really want to know. Convinced that either I did something wrong as of our other friend (which I did not!) or that my weight was an issue or was it my daughter was too pretty? Or perhaps I was too pretty when I was younger?? Or maybe the Moon is made of cheese??!!!! WHAT THE?? For decades I have been an advocate of Natural Medicine and of course I use and believe in it. One of my friends, who is now a professor of biology at a college is sure as shit that everything that Natural Medicine does or claims it does, is "not evidence based!" and guess what folks??...I finally could not take the insults anymore! So ignorant and so sure she was right! Brainwashed by mainstream medicine! I was a NURSE but she believes her education because it behooves Big Pharma to try and belittle any other way. She also thought GMO's were ok too which in the end, I just had to say to her, "FFS, Grow UP, you are not the be all and end all of all knowledge because you studied Biology!" I studied it too in Nursing School but that point never came up, or when I would bring it up she would act like it was not important! Excuse me?? And our other friend with all her health problems and her kid's health problems for years and years I have tried to get her to go to a Naturopathic doctor. I can not tell you the TON of information I researched and sent to her over and over again! She could not be bothered to read it. She also made plenty of reasons/excuses as to why not to take her seriously overweight daughter to a Holistic Doctor. In the end, as I was finally getting somewhere with her, I realized something. The other one who fancies herself a DR. even though she is not...was telling her to do the opposite from me. That is why her child is still morbidly obese and with so many pills and health issues in her. No, she could not trust me. I was her oldest friend but since my father was not a DR.  (but out other friend's was!)even though I was a trained NURSE...she could not trust me and my information which would have very much healed and helped her and her family. She told me way down the line that she met a HARVARD Graduate who told her something exactly as I had told her years ago! Then, she realized and only then that I might have been telling her the truth all along! But she would listen to the Harvard graduate, not me! The other one made some rude comment to me about the party I made for our first gathering which I had arranged all the way from London! It was at the place where the Encore once stood in Shadyside, Pittsburgh on Walnut Street and I had invited as a surprise guest Pat DiCesare who was the Rock Promoter of Pittsburgh so when we were all ushers at a venue called The Syria Mosque (not a mosque but a music venue named this) and all those years later he walked in with his new book about his 50 plus years in the business, my friend's mouths truly fell open in surprise!! It was a delight to meet Pat and his lovely wife Kathy. And what did my friend say, "Wow, who knew you could throw a party like that?? I mean...YOU??!"  As, you can only imagine, that was like a jealous infantile slap in the face to me! I mean, I only waitressed and bartended for 10 years to get through all my college/University degrees! Are you kidding me? I have served some of the most professional people in Pgh, N.Y. Florida and California, and she could not "imagine" I could throw a party like this! What closet have YOU been hiding in!?  THAT was the first bitch slap of many to come. Although it was truly a glorious evening even if my other friend (the one with the sister issues) RUDELY got up as soon as Pat started speaking (This man brought the Beatles and every rock group who was worth anything to Pgh) and she turns her back and starts to walk away! As she was sitting next to me, and always needed to sit next to me it seems, I could not believe what she was about to say, "Well, I never was an usher." and I stopped her and said, "How many rock concerts did you go to with me alone let alone other people in Pgh??" It was then I realized not all from this gathering was what it seemed. It was not about "her" so she was not interested! Meanwhile the rest of us were very interested. And Pat was a delight to speak to and signed books which I bought for everyone. Yes, I did that for my friends. They had other gatherings and we all met up. Some came in twice and some lived there so it was a month long story. At the time, I was thrilled with it all. Everyone brought something as presents for us all and everyone picked up tabs along the way so they were all generous and it seemed really wanted this meet up. Which is why it is all so confusing to me.
But that was then and this is now...
Soon I will be 60, and one of my friends from this group was born 3 days before me in the same hospital. I was so happy to be with her, meet her family again and we spent some lovely time together but for some reason she just was not interested in speaking to me when I came back to London! My daughter told me about "What's App" and it is a free app on the phone which allows you to call anyone in the world for free or text them. I put it in our group and a few of them did take me up on it. There was a minimum of hellos...only one of this whole group sent me a beautiful card and a gift to say thanks and lovely to be your friend again. She wrote me the most on What's App. None of them wanted to Skype, except the two I was already Skyping with and the one in California who I was so close to when we were young I wanted so much to renew our friendship. Unfortunately her beloved older brother passed away not long after the group meet ups. I know she was hurting and therefore one can only hope in time she will want to really connect again, especially when she said she could count the friends she had left after she got her son, on one hand! (I had the same experience when I had my daughter!) 
So, in rounding up this rather long and rather sad rant.... I am sure there is a level where we all love each other. That the back biting, the jealousy, the insecurity  and competitiveness and the shame of being overweight, (or some with their own grown up children have this issue!) even a little or a lot does not matter one iota! What size you are is meaningless, who you are and how you love is much more important! That our love and memories of being kids, then getting Bas-Mitzvahed and going to each others, growing into teens who smoked cigarettes, cut school and smoked pot, watched soap operas together, flashed peace signs and marched against the Vietnam War and for Women's Lib,  were "peace and freedom" Hippies, ushered rock concerts, danced to soul music and slow danced with boys to " A Whiter Shade of Pale", passed out at a Jethro Tull concert,  hung out in Frick Park, Highland Park and Schenley Park in Pgh, loved bell bottomed jeans, and had one lay on the ground while the other said, "ok, now suck it in!" while she zipped up the new jeans,  hitch hiked through Pittsburgh, had endless sleepovers, our own inside jokes,constantly wrote notes during class and passed them along in the hallway between classes, made each other laugh until we cried, and laugh and laugh again, graduated from driver's ed  (just!) and attended as little as possible Peabody High School, went to the free breakfasts across the street put on by the seminary and saw it as our personal hang out spot with donuts and coffee,  some traveled and vacationed to other states together and even some of us hitch hiked through Europe together! And then came Junior Colleges, Universities, who went, who dropped out, who graduated and who did not and who got married instead, our first cars...and all the many, many lucky boyfriends we all went through until the right husband came along. (And not all of us married!)  Bridesmaid dresses, Maid of Honor dresses, catching the bouquets! I caught 3 myself! And after all the babies, the kids growing up, loving them like your own and seeing in them what was once your best friend's youthful beautiful face in their children's looks, and now the grandchildren and again what delight to see again this face which comes again in their much joy to witness these experiences and be a part of them, even a small part. And finally, deaths, attending funerals too... we were there for each other as our parents, one by one, died, not all of us, not all the time and not all are passed but some, providing comfort, crying as if it were your own parents.  I have seen it all, witnessed their lives like technicolor on film. Not every moment, nor every story but the whole magilla in upshot, in glory and in outcome. They called me the "Historian of the Group" and I wore that label proudly. I remember so much and even I don't know why. I told them I was working on a book and I was looking for the "Happy Ending" and that meeting up with them was so great, it would be my happy ending! I cried when I said good bye to them all at our last meeting...perhaps because I loved them all so much, for me they were my real family and even their families, who I grew up with, were also that for me.Seeing some of their siblings too, what a treat! I suspect, that is it.  I would have loved it if they could have got past their own reasons for not wanting to really and honestly connect with me again after the meet ups. I would have loved it if we could be real friends again, actually communicating on What's App, Skype, Viper and all the FREE ways we can all speak to each other now with modern technology. There isn't a poor one amongst them so they really could also pay to call me in London but I made it simple and free and still no communication so alas... here came the excuses....they "are too busy", they "are grandmothers", they have "no time", they "work",  the truth is... they just don't want to. Period. It is simple, if you care you make the effort. A conversation is free, no one is that busy. I know that some of them do meet up in Pgh so if I brought some of them back together then that is something, I guess.  I was there in Pgh, June to July 2015, so it is now 8 months later, enough time to know that they are just not that into me or believe whatever heinous lies the other insecure ex friend is spewing. It is a true shame as we come upon our collective 60th year on the planet. You would think my loyalty was proved by saving all their letters to me and presenting them as the beautiful gift they were...but apparently not. I am sure not one of them will be reading this and since I have mentioned no names I can safely say my book's ending has changed. 
 Perhaps Justin Hayward and the Moodies were right...
By The Moody Blues (c)  The Moody Blues. 

I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.

All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,

I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun.
When the journey we are making has begun,
Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart,
Every happy ending needs to have a start.

All my life I never really knew me till today,
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way,

Weep no more for treasures you've been searching for in vain.
'Cos the truth is gently falling with the rain,
High above the forest lie the pastures of the sun,
Where the two that learned the secret are now one.

I don't know what I'm searching for
I never have opened the door,
Tomorrow might find me at last,
Turning my back on the past,
But, time will tell, of stars that fell,
A million years ago.
Memories can never take you back, home, sweet home.
You can never go home anymore.

By, Shawn M. Cohen 
Shelter From the Storm, You Can Never Go Home Again
Copyright 2016 (c) 
March 28, 2016 
Moody Blues song lyrics and video above not infringing on copyright. They belong to the Moody Blues only and Dans Blue, thanks Dan for allowing me to use this on my blog.
my daughter and I our first day back in Shadyside.

My dear friends whom I love so much meeting at the house of where they grew up and we all hung out. 
 Kindergarden at Sunnyside Elementary School in Stanton Heights, where some of my friends were also in my class and when we met, age 5!  

The gathering at where the Encore used to be, with Pat DiCesare and my beautiful childhood girlfriends.

A picture of Shadyside to prove I was there! 

Art Swiden, see the Pittsburgh Phantom and Me, my other blog. Here is the brick in Shadyside at the Parklet near where the Encore used to be where I honored my wonderful boyfriend who passed in 2004.

And finally, my mother in the home in Pgh, age 90 and me, she barely knows who I am to her. Imagine that? Who am I if you do not remember me? Who are you if I do not hold some of you in my heart? We must be kind and loving to each other, we must love one another no matter what. 

And so, here's to friendship, old and new, it is a precious gift, one where the other person knows all your flaws but still loves you anyway! That my life has never run the "straight and narrow" path of conventional ways continues to show me again and again how much we all need to be our own best friend. I continue to open minds and hearts with my blogs, my psychic medium readings and all my Metaphysical work. If you were touched by this latest entry to "Shelter from the Storm" please do comment below. I respond to all comments. Thank you and cherish your friends and find the ones who cherish you back! 
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And finally, Happy 60th to all us born in 1956! Elvis had his first hit with "Heartbreak Hotel" wonders if he was psychic! 

Sunday, 28 December 2014

Maturity by Shawn M. Cohen

"I Never Thought I'd Live to Be 100"
by, The Moody Blues

It has been a long time since I have come to write upon this page and this blog.
It has been a long journey and so much happens that it seems almost impossible to document it all, nor would I want to. 
Just the highlights, just my thoughts, experiences or what I have felt were, are important to say. 
The video above sets the theme of this long coming blog entry: Maturity. 
I look around me at the ripe age of 58, soon to be 59 in 4 months and I see I have come upon the stage of my own life where words like, "retirement" and "Second Saturn Return" light up my Metaphysical and Astrological mind. 
I came all the way from America to the UK in my first Saturn Return, age 29, which was in 1985. Now, almost 30 years later and a full Saturn cycle later, I am once again hearing the bells ringing of Saturn, the Old and Wise Taskmaster, who says, "It's Time" (which Saturn rules)  as he makes me aware of the next leg of both journeys, human and divine. 
Who amongst us can remain a Puer *? (*A person who can never mature and will always act Forever Young)... For does it not set the stage for extreme disaster to not grow, mature and allow the world to spin, not to see it, perceive it and actually acknowledge it for what it truly is? Puers and other immature people keep the fantasy of the young, youthful wish-fullness; themed with endless fairy tales that MUST come true and Handsome Princes and  Beautiful Princesses who always live happily ever after? Does the world play fair, give us what we desire, meet us as equals and provide us what we want/wish it to be? NO. The Mature person understands this, having lived it out and seen and experienced it for themselves. The Puer says "I won't grow up, I don't want to be an adult!" As in the song, from Peter Pan,  declares! (Peter was the ultimate Puer, also played by the late, great Robin Williams, who had just hit his 63rd birthday and could take it no more, killed himself to all our shocked disbelief...he was also a true comic genius whose childhood was lost and could not find it except in acting/comedy even serious dramas as the " Puer".)   As science has it's breakthroughs,  there are no reasons to look old, with make-up, Botox, plastic surgery, you can look any age, reverse the clock, bring yourself back for a second, maybe even a third chance of what you missed when you were younger and too immature to make the correct decisions for your life.  Men are having plastic surgery now as much as women and this really tells just how sick and sad a society of babies/lost in our delusions, we really are! 
By doing this, we lose so much! Society loses so much! We, who are over 50, even 40, tell ourselves we don't have to be like our Grandparents and yes, we do not. We are the Baby Boomers, The Beatniks, The Hippies, Peace, Love and Freedom! Uranus is in Aries (the sign of the baby, the child) as it was in the 1960's and we see this again. The need to rebel, to create chaos, to demonstrate against the "Establishment"! And I was there the first time around, so I know, it can make changes happen, good and much needed changes which society needs in order to grow, and work for all, not just the rich or the powerful.
I have seen both sides of this. The need to be rebellious, create change and bring in new ideas and information first hand. Now I am of Saturn's age, where I can reflect back on what works and what did not....where change can come through hard work and discipline...two words no one seems to like or admire anymore. 
The society Puer wants everything for nothing and in an instant (gratification)! The children of today push a button, click on a link and all knowledge is theirs, all homework answers available in a nanosecond. We had our fingers to count on and if we were lucky a calculator but we were not allowed to use it in class. 
I look around me at many of my friends I grew up with and many are becoming Grandparents or are already. I wonder if they even understand how their sacred knowledge and time is so important to their offspring's generations. James Hillman is a Jungian Analyst and Author and he wrote a book cheering on and showing why older people's lives can be and should be cherished and embraced, not just by society but also by ourselves, for those of us looking into that last 3rd of our lives.  His book is called, "The Force of Character and the Lasting Life". Here is a video of James Hillman explaining this. 

As you can see by this video, when we do not embrace maturity and all the benefits and purpose of it, we lose. We lose the dignity and grace which follows a long life, where the experiences are many and the opportunities to be remembered and even valued for our contributions, love and wisdom are available. If you leave behind childish things, when you become an adult, you allow your children the insight as to how to grow up, mature and deal with life's many responsibilities, choices, career and health issues as well as their own happiness and love. As you see, a baby can not lead, it takes a mature person to lead, to show by example. Where there is a whiner and a complainer and a person who looks to be saved, rescued and constantly reassured there is a broken inner child who refuses to grow up and mature, always looking for Mommy or  Daddy because they do not want to be responsible for their own life!
How can a child lead or a baby or an infant who has so many unmet needs, looking to plug into the next bottle, tit, nurturer, sugar daddy,  and refuses to see they themselves are refusing the correct path which is always self responsibility and maturity. 
Stay immature at your own peril. Stay in the delusion that Superman, Angels, God, Jesus, The Prince on the White Horse and any other manor of energy we can't see or hear, even our Dead Relatives and Loved Ones in Heaven who do NOT have THE Power to LIVE your LIFE for YOU. Nor can they make you grow up! They can only ever offer some sort of encouragement. This has been my experience as a Human Being, a Psychic Medium and Metaphysician for over 32 years professionally. No, they can not bring down the Moon for you, nor can they magic up the next boyfriend or job or cure your disease! Only YOU can do that. That is called, "Responsibility" and it goes hand in hand skipping down the lane with "Integrity"! 
Remain creative and come again to the inner child for inspiration, love unabashed from the inner child but before you do either, consult the inner Adult for whether it is realistic and viable.  They are two beautiful words when you are a mature adult, they just save you so much Hell, if you listen. 
In conclusion, when a women has a face lift she may get away with lying to the public or even lying to herself but her body never lies. Instead of being ashamed of being older, why not embrace it as the rich and truly rewarding time it should and is suppose to be, one filled with dignity and self worth and truth and the substance of a life well lived? It matters not, in the end, how many cars, houses and phony friends you have who think you are "something" or "nothing" but what YOU think of yourself and your own achievements both internally (emotionally, mentally and spiritually as well as the knowledge you have gained) and physically (did you travel, see the world, help others, make new friends, become part of a community, enjoy your work, contribute to the world, help animals and the environment and love, did you love and were you loved in return??) These will be the only things that matter when you are finished with this life on this planet and in Heaven in a life review. This, then, will be the summation of your life. So make it count, live it fully and not just a repeat of when you were young, which you can  do by growing up and taking responsibility for all you are. If you do not like who you are, or what your life looks like then have the courage and the insight to change it, it is that simple. 

The rest will follow sure as night follows day. "Crones" are  wise older women who have embraced their wisdom, experiences and use them well to teach the youth. The cycle of Saturn is complete and all is as it should be. 

This Metaphysical Blog called, "Shelter From the Storm" is written by Ms. Shawn M . Cohen (c) latest entry called, "MATURITY, using for fair use policy, The Moody Blues song "I Never Thought I'd Live to Be 100" written by the Moody Blues and the interview with Jungian Author and Psychotherapist, James Hillman. No copyright infringement is intended. 
London, Dec. 28, 2014 
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