- Here is some fun writing from Jess: I write with him all the time, we were everyday communicators in life and in his death, we’re still really close…
Subject: 6.13.09 Jess Stearn Au. Wr.Dearest Tara,
Well I am happy to be writing with you. We have written all along but not for the public of course. The magic happened when Bob Friedman recognized that you have always been on our team. The communicators of the “New World” whether we are dead or alive. We set ourselves to be allies and to assure words of value get spread in the ears of the holy and thoughtful.I wasn’t always mindful when I was on the earth, I could be a buffoon, especially with women. It kept me strong in the work arena. You, Tara gain so much and will continue in knowledge and fine harmony with others. I was always in admiration of you in this way, the stepchildren, the followers, the town’s people, the revellers always in gentle comradery with you, you didn’t step on toes. I tried not to, I got less inclined to be happy as I aged.
I’ve analyzed many times why I felt the need to create chaos in my last years. I did it to hang on to those I loved and adored. And I hung on to my earthly possessions, which gave me great pleasure. Especially the beach house, as I know you are fond.
The best things I can convey to others about my death, it’s not as painful as I’d imagined it would be. It was simple at the time, something my body instinctively knew. Pain is really drab on earth, to be in distress physically is the worst. And most of everyone puts themselves through emotional torment, they believe others cause this pain. They only have that belief. If they stepped away and erased that person or events from their mind, they are then free of emotional pandering and abuse of the self.
As for physical agony, we all know that is the worst of human suffering. I wish you the readers to never suffer in any way. You ask if there is a way around it, there is, ask your guides and protectors to grant you safety. It never hurts to ask them to chaperon you from turmoil and excruciation.
When I was a mere boy as Jess Stearn (I’m still Jess Stearn by the way) I didn’t realize I would be a journalist or writer. I was a kid who daydreamed. I had brothers relatively gentle toward me and the women of my life lived away. This may be why I lived away from my first wife, not too sure about the act of marriage and togetherness. My grandmother raised us boys and I was grateful. I don’t get to see her much on this side of the veil. She continues with gypsies and doesn’t want to reincarnate or work for “humans” right now.
They are a traveling band of gypsies, I was with them in a previous life. Grandmother was our mother that life in Eastern Europe and marauders took it upon themselves to wipe us out. It was prejudice, no injustice had taken place. I heard many story’s and fortune-tellers in the gypsy life. I have always been attracted to both of these subjects. The previous incarnation theme was I’d been in the court of Kings and I needed exposure, to be wiser to the world and it’s foibles and fallables.
I needed to become more broadminded and understanding, as wars of religion have been around me for centuries. I am not interested in wars, I am drawn to workable solutions of dogma, religion and spiritual value. Many teachings are words among scholarly thinking and arbitration. Today you are in an evermore state of heartfelt spirituality. Dogma sits at a wayside and is still practiced, although questioned much more. I am not to bring you dogmatic ideas but rather to principals of widespread sensible thought. Your mind clears for the tasks of your days, your personal day is different than anyone’s day on the planet. See through your own experience and harbor memory. What creates the divine renewel of your mind and body, being of sound mind can create a good life. There will still be problems, but not as many as you think once you truly become in tune with yourself.
I will tell you many things I see here, and see for you and in your world. I’m aided the luxury of sight, sound and knowledge of one’s overview. We will begin again and again, as you do in your life and in your lives. This place I find myself and your world is our history.
At Peace,
Jess Stearn
Month: November 2016
Idle Fairy Thoughts — Friendly Fairy Tales
Originally posted on Nix the comfort zone: Walking through the woods this fall, I’ve discovered multitudes of mushrooms in all shapes and sizes. This particularly delicate one, the only one of its kind I’ve seen, caught my fancy and sent my thoughts swirling to the world of fairies.After the festivities end and dawn’s light fringes the sky,…
To Sorce For Money
To Sorce for Money
By Tara Sutphen
I stared at the US Dollar Bill, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here I was in Sedona, Arizona with a few participants from my Mystic Training for lunch on the first day. Last March I was in New Zealand and Jules Bonny, Yvonne Neal and I decided we would do a little money game. I’m always playing with sorcery and intention. Jules and I decided to create the movement of money, she gave me some New Zealand Money, and I wrote and prayed on a $100. US Bill and a $1.00 US bill, giving it to Jules and her shop partner Yvonne to pass around. I wrote it out as a double conundrum, TY Jewels (thank you) = Tara, Yvonne & Jules. Our lives being an illusionary dream in the earth’s magnetic field afford us to play these positive target games. Don’t we all want to create the flow of comfort, nourishment or material gain. I call it sorcing, it’s just a form of praying but I use a little more psychic umph.
My New York participant Gabrielle Revere had given me this dollar, we were at the Planet Diner. I paid for lunch with my credit card and the few who were there gave me cash to reimburse me for their meal. I asked Gabrielle where she got this dollar. She didn’t know Jules, she’d only met her a few hours before and Jules hadn’t come to lunch with us. I asked if they had exchanged money, and she said no, but she’d gotten change for a bottle of water at the front desk of her hotel. And that’s the only place she’d spent money in Sedona as she’d only gotten in the night before. None of my other participants were staying at that hotel. I asked if she’d noticed the writing on the dollar and she said she had. I said it’s my handwriting… And for this dollar to come back to me must be a huge percentage, more than a million to one.