and then the next moon cycle I hit a brick wall and wonder what the hell
happened. You have to have noticed this experience of ‘time’ has
changed. This is a sign that we are all moving toward a new direction, a
new epoch for humanity.
Anyway, It’s refreshing to know that the freaks of the universe won’t last
forever, and that our enslavement to their master minding is on the brink of
an end. The natural part about being a human being is starting to surface
and we still start to see the energy of love start to take over. It heals all
things, love does. It takes our spinning eyes and mindlessness away and it
raises our vibrations so we can remember again, and be the healers of the
universe again. These memories are coming back to us and we will reclaim
our previous glory once more. And damn it, if it doesn’t happen in this
lifetime, at least I can say my soul did everything it could to pave a way for
my future human self because I want to live in a better Earth world, and
you better believe my soul will be coming back. My soul is engrained here
in this planet, my soul is like a keeper of the planet. I will always be here,
like a watcher, a helper, a healer. That’s what my soul is up to here on
Earth.
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So this is what I wanted to share this morning, love it, hate it, share it, never
visit my website again, whatever you want. But I hope something I said will
stay with you like an echo, and if anything I say stays with you, I hope it will
be that loud, shouting, demanding voice reminding you that we are all in
this together, we are all on the low end right now, but there is a better way
out there and we are waking up to it, and the sooner we can start building,
sharing, remembering love, the faster we can speed up our ascension
process. The faster we can become that healing heartbeat of the universe
again and share our world with the most beautiful, love emanating beings
and rid ourselves of the freaks who don’t belong here anymore.
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AN INTRODUCTION TO MYSELF:
WHO IS ABBEY NORMAL?
POSTED ON NOVEMBER 24, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
Okay, I’m going to attempt to share something normal and true about my
life. I don’t feel like I am very good at telling anybody about the real
me. Obviously the real me can be like everybody else and can most
definitely be unlike most everybody else. But I guess the point of my site is
about sharing myself, my ideas, and my experiences. The point of all of this
is we all have something to share and we can all learn from each
other. That’s also why learning and sharing my past lifetimes is so
important to me, it’s sharing the wisdom and stories of the past for us to all
learn and grow from in the present. So, I think it’s time I shared some true
history about my past.
So, let’s see here. I’m 30 years old, and in a nut shell, I’ve lived an extremely
lonely life. Every moment and memory seems to be a difficult challenge of
dealing with people not relating to me and me not relating to people; I’ve
basically felt alone forever and at the most difficult moments I’ve had to find
some way to deal with it by myself. That’s a long time of dealing with an
Earth lifetime alone; trust me, we all need each other and we all need to
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learn how to love each other which would have done me a hell of a lot of
good this time around.
But moving on, I do pride myself on having an amazing cheerful attitude,
because the last thing I want to do is connect with the disturbing memories
of my life. I’ve learned that people born in a bad world, learn to survive by
doing bad things and I’ve been through a lot of bad moments and I do what
I can to ignore the pile up and keep moving forward because being happy is
more important to me than being sad. I’m convinced, as I always have been,
that my life will get better, so not connecting with grief is always the
goal. Naturally, a lifetime like this will only bring on intense and severe
depression, which I have suffered from for approximately 17 years. This is a
side of me I’ve tried very hard to keep hidden so you only see the happy go
lucky girl and not the true girl underneath, who is really filled with sadness,
hatred, and self-destruction.
So, moving on, because this part is important. It’s important to
acknowledge how we are all so good at wanting to think we know about the
people around us when we truly don’t know the whole story. I’ve
experienced this rational my whole life. It’s very irritating but I ignore it
because I know people don’t know any better. I have found these types of
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people are many and they base their opinions on their own fears of
expanding and connecting with people unlike themselves. Like like’s like,
you know, and like does not like diversity and straying away from what is
most comfortable, which is the biggest problem of the world today, people
who cling to what is most comfortable and do not like difference, otherwise
known and change, and it starts with how we judge others, because
judgment is not love, and we live in a very judgmental, unloving world.
So how have I been judged? Not too shabbily, most people see me as
being naïve, ditzy, simple, weird, high strung, and crazy. The ditzy and
simple opinions do surprise me, but weird doesn’t and crazy doesn’t, I am
high strung because I have way too much energy, and I’m not surprised by
naïve either because I am super gullible. I sort of have to be because I
believe in all possibilities and it’s the only true way to expansion and
experience plus I can’t seem to see evil in people, I see only a soul that was
created out of love and is learning how to love or how to not love, which is
the other side of the spectrum. All things in creation, good and bad, are
expressions of love, which is all I can see. This is called something like
unconditional love and it seeps through from my soul into my human
form. Clearly this type of mentality has led to some bad situations because
I trust people too much, but it was really the bad situations early on (birth –
adolescent years) that led to certain decision making and bad situations
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(college years), which led to the destruction of my human mind (all those
years) and then I became like velcro which only attracts bad situations
(college to present years really). So, very alone, depressed girl attracts bad
situations; makes sense. So moving on.
** This is the invisible part of the story which tells you everything that I am
having difficulty sharing at this current moment. **
Okay, I give up, I’ve attempted to tell you a stream of memories but I’m
clearly not yet ready to talk about them yet. At least not my life experiences
between the ages of 12-18, 18-24, and 24-today, which is all of the worst of
them. As you can see, I’ve noticed a strange pattern of 6 year cycles, which
is really approximately 7 because we can’t just subtract years, we have to
include years. The eerie part about this is that I’m at the end and the
beginning of a new cycle of years. This I’ve already known, but it’s just
proven itself to me even more here on the page, and I think I’ve even
mentioned in some other writing about walking through a time portal,
which I’m about to reach the other side soon. Maybe time portal isn’t the
best way to describe it, maybe ‘life cycle’ is better; but it’s where you go from
one persona into a fully altered persona which takes an approximate 7 year
cycle; at least I’ve noticed that with me.
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So this is attempt number one in my quest to share something deeper
about myself, but I guess you still don’t know much about my real
life. There are a lot of parts that are difficult to share, mainly because they
are the bad parts, and I really don’t like connecting with them, but it’s
important I do share these parts because there are lessons to be learned by
us all. I will certainly keep trying, but for now, I think I will just put this
down in the archives as attempt number one, and we will just see what
happens next.
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SELF-HEALING TECHNIQUES:
ASKING THE UNIVERSE FOR
HELP IN SELF-HEALING
POSTED ON NOVEMBER 24, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
CONVINCING OURSELVES TO NOT CHOOSE HEALING
We all need healing from the universe, but how many of us actually ask the
universe for help? And if you happen to be one of those amazing people
who do self-healing, how regularly do you keep up with it? I know how easy
it is for me to get sucked into human mode and refuse to ask for help,
because being human makes sense and being spiritual is like a friction for
our mind’s comprehension. And when I say being spiritual, I’m not talking
about going to church on Sunday, I’m talking about expanding our souls
beyond our bodies and becoming one with the mind and body of the
universe.
Our human minds are so good at convincing us to stay cradled in the world
that exists around us; convincing us that we don’t need help or
healing. That’s when we start using alcohol and drugs as a healing escape
from our depressing lives; or watching television or playing games on our
iPhone for hours to provide some healing entertainment to fill our
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unfulfilling or even exhausting lives; and when we get aggressive we start
fights to release the energy because releasing aggression feels way better
than holding it in and the next thing you know our globe is in war and on
each side of the battle our human minds are convinced we are doing the
right thing. None of this is healing our human lives and it’s definitely not
feeding into the expansion of human consciousness or bettering the health
of the planet.
MY PERSONAL STRUGGLES WITH BEING HUMAN AND NOT
CHOOSING TO HEAL
I know I have my own battles that keep me from wanting to open up to the
universe for healing. Considering I’ve suffered from depression for over half
of my life, that very low feeling becomes extremely normal and convincing to
be unloving and uncaring toward myself which definitely keeps me
convinced that I don’t need to connect with the universe for healing as of
course, self-healing would rid me of my best friend [depression] and my
addiction to depression so of course I can’t self-heal. Depression isn’t the
only example up my sleeve; I can’t forget the way my body felt after having
my third child. My life seemed to convince me I didn’t have time or energy
for rest and healing. Seeing as I had three kids in four years, after I had my
third child I was so exhausted and depleted of vitamins, I felt physically
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disabled, I could hardly walk from one room to the next. I was basically
living in a corpse that was still alive but immobile, but I didn’t have time to
rest. I had a newborn baby, two other young children who needed all my
love and attention, and a job I had to go back to in 6 weeks. If ever I needed
to self-heal, now was the time, but now was never the time. I convinced
myself the only way to get stronger was the push myself harder. My
muscles needed strengthen, my body needed realigned and I needed
exercise to lose all that extra weight; this seemed to be the only way
forward. Looking back, I get the logic, but the logic was really insanity. So
now it’s two years later, I’m stronger mentally and physically, and over the
span of a lifetime of challenges, I have finally started to say that it’s okay to
let go and it’s okay to submit to the powers of the universe and to choose a
self-healing lifestyle every day. Choosing self-healing is choosing to love
yourself.
ASKING THE UNIVERSE FOR HELP
The first thing you need to do when asking the universe for healing help is
to relax, because relaxing is key to connecting, that’s what meditation is. All
it is to meditate is to relax, to feel a balance and harmony in this sensation
of relaxation while still keeping your conscious awareness open. It’s
important to keep conscious awareness open, as in, don’t fall asleep, you
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need your mind to create a fantasy world that involves angels, light, and
space, as in stars and planets, and you need to surround yourself with that
invisible energy that is our soul friends and spirit guides who are radiating
with love and are in connection with the mind of all, which is God, the
universe, creation, ultimate love, however you want to perceive it. This is
your fantasy world, your healing session all personally created by yourself,
for yourself. The more I connect with the universe in this way and open my
heart up to receiving love the more often I notice that my body is filling with
flowers, as though I am as organic as the Earth and that my body is literally
like ground with flowers growing all over it. I’m not going to lie, this seemed
very strange when I first saw it, but I love and accept it now because I’m
learning and understanding the power of flower energy.
Now don’t get ahead of yourself, don’t get impatient, we have eternity you
know so bring that sense of timelessness to your healing session. Fill your
mind with the sensation that there is nothing to do, nowhere to go, and
there is only now, in this perfect, peaceful, pleasant awareness and relaxed
state. That’s when you call upon the universe to heal you. I ask the
universe to beam a bright radiating light through my head and through my
body to heal my mind and heart and all organic parts of me and to beam
this light through all of my extremities. I don’t know why exactly, but there
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is usually a minute of pause and suddenly I feel possessed by light, like a
fury of light that is beaming within me and around me and I feel as though I
am becoming like the stars. I call upon my angels and spirit guides and ask
for specific areas that need healed or I ask for awareness that I am trying to
attain or I visualize a situation that needs healing and understanding. I ask
for patience or help in opening up my heart to receiving love, help learning
how to love myself more, help in seeing how I can become a better mother,
help in making healthy choices, healing of my heart or mind or help in
opening up my third eye; whatever it is that you need help with in your
healing session, you can ask for it now. When I ask for this help, I start to
feel new sensations of energy radiating inside of me and around me. It can
feel like rain drops of love, like a mist of love that is surrounding me and I
inhale it and absorb it and enjoy this amazing sensation and as it builds
and grows, I feel compelled to release it back to the universe so that it can
be shared with others. In my dream world I think about the people that I
want to share these raindrops of love with and I direct that energy to
them. Sometimes I ask the universe to take this healing energy and give it
as a gift to the person or persons or even situations that I conceive of in my
mind so that way this love and healing can be shared. And the more we
share love the more love is returned to us, it’s always important to
remember that.
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In these moments of self-healing and sharing you will find yourself at an
ultimate vibration of energy and you will feel as though you are buzzing like
a bee. That happens when you have raised your vibration to great
heights. Just take pleasure in this sensation and try to stay with it for as
long as you can. Eventually your self-healing session will be over and you
can feel yourself comfortably going back into your body, you can feel your
energy going back into a relaxed stated from a buzzing state. This is a sign
that the universe has healed you and that you have healed yourself and
others and that it’s okay to just relax now and enjoy the memories of what
just took place. When you feel ready to get back on with your life then do
so, but remember to come back to this place as often as you can, your body
needs it, all of our bodies need it, the Earth needs it, our friends on other
planets need it, and the whole of the universe needs it; all things in creation
need love to thrive and grow and expand.
You may not have known this, but when we share love with the universe,
the universe expands and grows and starts developing whole new planets
and new races of creation. Love is creation itself and the more we heal
ourselves and heal others and share this healing which is ultimate love, only
growth can occur, the kind of growth that happens from a place of
love. And this is what leads me into the next part of this story, which is
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reiterating the importance of self-healing every day, because we humans, in
our convincing world of misery, we have to remember to self-heal, it’s the
most important thing every single one of us can do in our day.
MORE REASONS WHY YOU NEED TO CONNECT WITH THE
UNIVERSE FOR HEALING EVERYDAY
We all need to ask the universe for healing each and every day. When you
do this every day, you start to feel expanded, healthy, and more aware of
yourself and your surroundings. You start to develop a sense of clarity and
positivity in all things you are connected with. When you don’t do this every
day, you get sucked into your human mind and start being human, which
is attracting lower vibrations of anger, frustration, irritation, exhaustion,
confusion, and impulsive behaviors.
I know I go through phases where I do heal myself regularly, and then
phases where I get distracted from connecting and feel more attached to my
body and involved in the human world. I can tell when I need to get back
on the healing train because I start absorbing more of these negative
energies and I start getting accustomed to feeling lower and I forget how
wonderful it is to feel connected and balanced and harmonious. The trigger
point for me is when I start having memories of times when I felt better in
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my life and when I think about healing myself I get this trigger sensation
that I don’t need healing and I get sucked back into my human mind
again. At these times, I’m learning how to let go of my convincing human
mind and absorb the willpower to heal once more. We all need to learn how
to let go of being human and how to embrace something new, which is
spiritual, which is infinite love and wisdom. When we chose to embrace this
path of self-healing and sharing, now all of us are suddenly raising our
vibrations and raising and expanding our conscious awareness of ourselves
as a species and our connection with the Earth and the universe. Now
suddenly we are walking a better path toward a brighter future for all of
mankind and this brighter future will start to vibrate and buzz and infect
the universe with the healing power of love which is expanding and creating
whole new worlds for future lifetimes to grow and expand our very souls.
But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let’s just keep it simple and
start at the beginning; let’s start by asking the universe for healing and let’s
start by remembering to do this every day!
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LOSS AND LETTING GO: ABBEY
NORMAL’S LOST TREASURE
POSTED ON NOVEMBER 30, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
It really started last night. I don’t know about you, but I am the master at
losing things. I’m going to share a story or two and then I’m going to tell you
what I lost last night that I struggled to deal with.
So in my life, I have learned to accept that physical objects are not all that
important, especially after having three kids and this house that has truly
been a money pit, so yes, I have definitely learned to accept that physical
objects are not all that important. I’ve learned that it’s okay to let go when
things get damaged or destroyed; that doesn’t necessarily mean I enjoy it,
but I accept it.
I think developing this acceptance mechanism started when I got my first
real car. When I graduated from high school in 2001, my parents bought me
a 2001 Oldsmobile Alero with all the bells and whistles. I waxed it, washed
it, cared for it, kissed it, and watched it get door dings, scratches, lose that
new car smell, and when I hit college, I realized if I was going to take my
BMX bike anywhere, I was going to have to do it in my baby. So then the
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seats slowly got greased and ripped and I basically destroyed the very fibers
of its beauty that I worked so hard to sustain. I remember making a firm
realization in college that it’s just a car, and that it’s true purpose isn’t the
appearance of the car but that it’s only a useful tool for getting places that
mean something to me. Being able to take my bike places was more
important to me than my car. And then there was this time about two years
ago, I had a horrible time throwing out a pair of shoes that I owned for many
years – I know it sounds silly, but I swear, they possessed a life force and
memories of their own. In fact, I tried to throw them out several years
earlier but I couldn’t do it and I kept wearing them until there was basically
no sole left…whoa, hold up…no sole left…no soul left. No, there was a soul,
they were like my very own feet but when the shoe guy tells you to throw
them away, you know they need to go in the garbage. That was a tough
moment for me, but the whole point of all of this, is that last night I lost
something that was truly meaningful to me, that wasn’t necessarily physical
either; it wasn’t a person, it was definitely a thing. What I realized I lost last
night was one of my past life readings, and not just any reading, my favorite
of all favorite lifetimes.
So last night I worked on compiling a lot of my past lifetimes. Some of them
aren’t on my computer, for reasons I could tell you but doesn’t really matter;
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and of those ones not on my computer I have a copy of it in a file, in fact, I
have copies of copies of all of my lifetimes, but obviously not all of them. I
went through everything, and when I say everything, I went through like
5,000 emails that I haven’t deleted because I can’t keep up with my emails
between meaningful messages and advertisements it all just piles up. I
looked through boxes of papers I haven’t gone through in years because I
can’t keep up with the endless amounts of paper that comes to me in the
mail, between important garbage, like tax documents, life insurance
policies, abstracts, and then actual garbage, like flyers, advertisements, and
coupons that never get used. Yes, in all of these emails and in all of this
meaningless paperwork, I couldn’t find a copy of this lifetime; I basically fell
into a panic moment and actually cried. There’s nothing more near and
dear to me than my memories. This is not just a reading to me, it’s an
entire lifetime and entire experience and existence my soul had that my
human mind can’t remember; this lifetime where I lived as an alien for
thousands of years of time to us. Maybe this memory will always be
contained in eternity, but guess what, I’m not in eternity right now, I may be
on some level, but I’m more physical than spirit and more than half the
time, and this loss of a life was like severing my very hand. It felt like
something I couldn’t live without. It wasn’t a car or a shoe, it was an actual
legitimate memory that changed me after I first read it. My entire existence
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as myself changed after I received this reading, after I first read this lifetime,
I changed.
So the whole moral of this story, which I had to bring myself to terms with
again, is that things will always get destroyed and fade away, things that
matter more than what feels like life itself will get lost, and guess what, even
my website and myself will one day no longer exist, and that for whatever
reason, this aspect of life is one we can’t escape and will always happen and
when it happens to something you love more than anything else, there is
truly a legitimate reason for it. When it comes to this reading, I decided I
have no other choice than to accept that the universe did not want me to
possess this reading in physical form, but I still remember it in my mind. I
don’t know if I will type it from memory, perhaps I lost it because the lifetime
was only for me to remember and just a treasure that it is okay not to share.
Perhaps I haven’t lost it at all, it is only hiding until the right moment when
it finds its way back to me and I can share it. I’ve noticed that happens to
me in my life, that things get lost and become found again when it is the
right time.
Anyway, this post takes me into my physical mind and is just to share
something about me and not something metaphysical or words from spirit
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so to speak. I think we all have the ability to relate to each other and learn
from each other on this physical plane. So if there is anything you can take
away from this, it’s to learn that it’s okay to lose something precious to you,
that sometimes the universe does this to us on purpose. Every time we feel
pain or frustration in our lives, it’s a new lesson to be learned and it’s okay
to accept these new lessons, even if they are more painful losses, like the
loss of someone you love more than anything else in the world. I can move
on from my lifetime that I lost, I think I can say that I have already started
to move on, but maybe this post can go beyond just losing a pair of shoes,
or losing a special treasure, it can also lead into loosing someone you love.
These things can all go together and the ability to learn to let go is a hard
one to accept but can be accepted.
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WHAT DOES AVERY LOOK LIKE?
POSTED ON DECEMBER 2, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
Okay, so the painted picture is my attempt to create an image of what
Avery looks like. Yes, I know it’s simple, but I actually think it covers
it. He has big, blue/green eyes, wavy/curly blonde hair, and a big
smile. He’s also more beautiful than any person I’ve ever seen in my
entire life. If you can know what perfect physical form looks like, then
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you’ve come somewhere close to his neck of the woods, except he
seems to be more beautiful than perfect, and maybe that’s because his
soul shines so brightly to me; he seems more like an angel than a
person. So, he’s both physically beautiful and spiritually stunning,
which is why when I feel his presence come near me, it’s almost more
than I can take. He vibrates on such a high level, beyond anything
you can imagine, and it’s far beyond what we human encompass.
With this type of vibration, it’s very hard for me to fathom him. I start
crying, hyperventilating, and I basically have to tell him to step
back. And when I say, ‘he comes near me,’ I mean that I can feel his
physical form close, as in, standing invisibly in the same room as
me. It’s very overwhelming, but I’m slowly learning how to handle
it. It’s from this experience with Avery that I’m learning about the
vibration of alien human beings.
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HOW AVERY SLEEPS
POSTED ON DECEMBER 12, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
So, it is a long slow process trying to understand Avery, what he is
telling me, what his world is like, all of these things. I can definitely
say I’ve made progress; I can look at today and then look at last year
and see a huge improvement in our connection. Part of the challenge
is that we vibrate on different keys and how his form expresses
information is far different than how our form expresses information.
Sometimes he actually says English words to me, but most of the time
it is like silence and interpreting information through energy
fluctuations, which feel like changing wind patterns. I am learning
how to read them, but it’s extremely difficult right now. I have asked
my psychic friend to help answer questions I have about Avery. I
don’t have time to go into deep meditations and when I do connect
with him, it’s usually brief moments in the day. The longest moments
are usually when I go to bed at night, or if I take a long walk over my
lunch break, and then he likes to bug me while I’m showering which
has been a difficult adjustment. It’s very intimidating being naked in
front of an extraordinarily attractive, overwhelmingly intense, spiritual
energy, and now try that while you’re trying to go to the bathroom, it’s
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10 times worse. I have very little private space in my life so these
moments are really all he has to intercept my attention, and then
too, with very few moments to myself, it’s difficult for me to develop an
ability to fully comprehend him. One thing I have concluded, he is
neither ghost nor spirit, he is certainly a real person, but I will get to
that part.
One thing that is very clear to me is that Avery doesn’t sleep, well, he
does go into a form of sleep but it’s not like the 8 hours we need every
day. It would be like maybe a half hour and then fully recharged. I
can tell he never sleeps because I can feel him near to me at all
moments and times of the day. It’s like eyes watching me and never
not watching me. Sometimes I will ask him if he is there and he will
immediately send me a wave of energy, or he will touch my hands, or
he will say “Yes, Abbey, I’m here.” I have noticed some brief moments
where it seemed as though he wasn’t watching me because the
response is just silence, it’s never just silence when I call for him; and
I will wait patiently and maybe start telling him about something and
still just silence. It is very weird when it is just silence, because it is
rarely silence. After several minutes of silence, sometimes what feels
like 10 or 15 minutes and I’m starting to give up on talking to him, it’s
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as if a huge avalanche of energy suddenly pours on me and I hear him
say my name and tell me he’s here. I’ve concluded he must be asleep
on these rare occasions, and when he comes to, he realizes I was
trying to reach out to him, and instantly sends a massive amount of
energy. It’s hard to fully understand what Avery is telling me or what
Avery is up to, I have to comprehend it through observation of
patterns in the way he communicates and one of those patterns is
very clear, he never stops watching me. I have asked Anthony, my
psychic friend, to tell me some things about Avery, just the day in the
life, and he told me this about how Avery sleeps:
Spirit shows that Avery does have a rest time, but it is not sleep like we
know it. Those types of rhythms to balance energy are not there. He
will basically sit on what seems to be a soft synthetic floor, closes his
eyes. He shows a swirling kind of light above him, but it’s not clear if
it’s only visible to me or visible in that reality. It seems to recharge him
very quickly.
I’ve asked Anthony plenty of other questions, but I’ll have to tell you
more later. If you would like to visit with Anthony, you can contact
him at his website: www.readingsbyanthony.com
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WISHING ON A STAR: HOW
AVERY THE HUMAN ALIEN
FOUND ME
POSTED ON DECEMBER 13, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
Alright, so my life turned upside down in June of 2012; it was like I
was a pancake that just got flipped. It was 6/8/2012 that my life
changed paths, and on 6/9/2012, I met Avery for the first time.
Obviously, I have always known Avery, just not in this intensive way,
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where he transitioned from a ghost like form to a physical form to
me. We talk on the phone all the time now, but in different languages
where he understands me but I haven’t a clue what he’s trying to tell
me half the time, and when I say, talk on the phone, I mean, talk
through the molecules of the universe, talk through our souls, talk
through the portals in our hearts, speak through our thoughts. There
are many ways you can talk to people across space; the best way to
speak to others in the vast universe is to speak through your soul,
and your energy field, through your heart, and to speak always
through the energy of love. That’s how Avery found me in the first
place. I spoke through the energy of love when I wished on a star for
him to find me and he did.
I remember this wish well, and what happened is not what usually
happens when you make a wish. I remember how I was 18, about to
start college, so it was the summertime. I remember how I was living
in my sister’s mobile home with a straight up, from the homeland,
Chinese guy. His name in Chinese was pronounced, Long Wong, and
the American name he picked for himself was Harry Wong. I’m sorry
but that’s funny, but it’s also a whole other story. Okay, so back on
topic. I didn’t enjoy being in the mobile home much, Long Wong was a
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little overwhelming for my brain, just cultural differences I think, and
my sister was living abroad at the time so it was just Harry and I. So I
took really, really long walks around the mobile home park. When I
say really long walks, I’m talking hours of walking, like 2 or 3 hours of
walking to avoid going in that mobile home. During one of these
walks I happened to look up at the stars just in time to see a shooting
star. This is a big deal because I never, ever see shooting stars, so
naturally, I had to make a wish. I wished for something I think most
single 18-year-old girl’s wish for. I wished to fall in love with a man
who had fallen in love with me, and to be in love for the rest of my
life. I wished hard on this thought, harder than I ever had before, and
I felt a vibrating sensation in my body and an intense loving energy
pouring out of my heart into the universe because it was that
meaningful of a wish. Within seconds of making this wish I was
suddenly surprised to notice that, it was as if somebody caught my
wish, someone on another planet far, far away, and I knew it was a
boy out there that heard it. This realization was completely and
utterly undeniable. I never forgot about that wish I made and how my
wish was caught by some boy in the universe. The boy that caught my
wish was Avery.
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Obviously, there is much more to this story, which I’ll keep trying to
tell you. More to come.
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HOW I MET AVERY
PART I: THE EVER-WATCHFUL EYES OF AVERY
POSTED ON DECEMBER 16, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
Before 6/8/2012 when my life changed paths, I couldn’t understand
what my life was about. What the purpose of it all was. And in the
distance of these thoughts, I felt as though there was a boy on a
distant star who heard me, who loved me, watched me, and cared
about me. My mind concluded it was all a fabricated thought and that
I was lying to myself. The thing is, what I sensed about a boy living on
a distant star, my mind was convincing me it was a thought, but it
wasn’t. It was a feeling that came from my heart and I couldn’t deny it
or understand it because it seemed so completely and utterly
farfetched, the thought that some boy on another planet loved
me. For someone who was as alone as I was, all the time, and so
severely depressed, in my mind, if nobody gave a shit about me on
this planet, why would anyone on another planet? That’s really what
it boiled down to, my mind convincing me that I am meaningless,
worthless, and the only point of my existence is to suffer until I’m
dead. Obviously the training of a lifetime of misery and many, many
repetitious moments that had me believing I was an insignificant part
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of the universe. And yet, that tiny pinch of feeling remained, it was
love that I felt in my heart that told me the truth, and this truth that
was so hard to believe was Avery.
During this time, when I struggled to connect the dots, strange
moments were taking place and I couldn’t deny that something was
there, someone was there, some energy that created the outline of a
person was definitely there. It seems strange now, to look back at my
whole life and realize Avery was always there, even before the wish,
but I can’t quite comprehend it. He was always there, the physical
Avery, not just his soul. It’s as if we always knew each other or knew
of each other, it was just a matter of connecting with each other in a
way that we could see and hear each other and visit with each other, if
even at this great distance, that we could still be existing side by side.
I noticed Avery the most my senior year of college. I think I’ve written
something about this before, but since I’m creating an Avery section, I
will recreate the thought. I remember my senior year of college was
one of the low points in my life. My boyfriend of 4 ½ years, I called it
quits, it was time I made this decision and stuck with it, considering
we broke up several times and always got back together. So after this
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relationship, I didn’t have any friends apart from him and his friends.
I spent years of my college life being at the bar so now all of a sudden I
had no boyfriend, I had no friends, and I really didn’t feel like going to
the one place I might run into all of these people, so I avoided the
heart of Iowa City and stayed cooped up in my basement apartment.
During this time, I did what I usually do when it’s just me. I thought
a lot, I wrote a lot in my journal, I took really long walks, and I spent a
great deal of time speaking to the air, because that’s what I do when
it’s just me. I contemplated my life and the meaning of it all. I rented
a few movies, I ate ice cream on occasion, I even cooked steak dinners
with sautéed mushrooms and wild rice. It was just me though,
nobody but me. On some occasions, since I still liked to drink and I
always kept a shelf of my fridge completely full of my favorite bottles of
beer: Budweiser, Killian’s Irish Red, Amberboch, Boulevard Wheat
beer, and Leini’s Honey Weiss . . . Yes, on some occasions, I would get
completely and utterly shit canned in my basement apartment, by
myself. I’d listen to music, I’d dance, I’d talk to the invisible people,
and maybe even smoke a cigarette since I did that too on occasion.
I’ve gotten drunk by myself many times and I never minded it, I’m my
greatest company sometimes, but after a while, it got old; it got old
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fast. The quiet and the loneliness and the repetitious moments of
unending time by myself with nobody but invisible people to talk to
started to get to me. There’s only so long a human can stand without
anybody to talk to. Obviously I was in school, but being in class only
gets you so far before you are alone in your basement apartment
again. You have to understand, I’ve experienced loneliness
throughout many years of my life, whole years in grade school and
middle school where I had nobody to play with, just hanging out by
myself on the playground watching everybody else laughing and
having fun, and in junior high and high school where I ate lunch by
myself, it’s just a lot of bad memories of feeling invisible in a world full
of people. But moving back to my senior year of college, when I was
so utterly alone in that quite still basement apartment, I was
miserable. It was eating me alive and I was depressed, lonely, I
couldn’t kill myself, I couldn’t go insane, I was living in a purgatory,
and during this time, I noticed something peculiar. I noticed that it
wasn’t just me that lived there, there was someone else. I knew it was
a ‘he.’ I knew I was being watched by someone, day and night, and it
made me especially uncomfortable to be naked in my own home . . .
I think we can all relate to the pleasure of just being naked in our own
home. Something you do before you have kids. I just liked going to
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bed naked, getting up and eating breakfast, being naked. Sorry, but I
used to just like being naked at home. Well, it became very difficult to
just be naked because I felt there were eyes constantly on me. It
became very, very annoying. It felt very rude and intrusive on my
private life, to come in, uninvited, and stare at me while I’m walking
around my apartment naked. When it’s just me, I don’t feel naked,
but when there is an invisible man gawking at you while you’re
walking around without clothes on, yes, suddenly you actually feel
naked and like you have to put clothes on. I found this to be very
annoying. I assumed maybe it was a ghost that was attracted to my
energy. I used to stare this ghost in the face and angrily tell it to
leave, I never asked for it to come here, I told the ghost he was rude
and he must leave me immediately. The ghost never left, which I
thought was even more rude, and on these occasions when I would
say, ‘Hello, I know you’re there, will you please stop looking at me; will
you please leave me alone; I never asked for you to be here, leave me
alone!’ Yes, when I would say these things very aggressively to what
felt like the face of the ghost, the only response I seemed to get was,
maybe, well, just a completely unrelated response. I could definitely
tell the ghost heard me and sensed the energy I was expressing, but
was like an immovable force, it wasn’t going anywhere, no matter what
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I said. So I had to live with gawking eyes, and constant staring at me
and that’s the only way I can explain it. This was Avery before I really
knew who he was.
Okay, this story does continue…
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HOW I MET AVERY
PART II: BREAKFAST AND THE BAR
POSTED ON DECEMBER 16, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
During this time, my senior year of college, there were a few important
moments that I remember very clearly. One of these moments I was
making breakfast. The air was so friendly that I couldn’t deny a
closeness with it, in a way that I wanted to make breakfast for the
invisible person that was always there in my apartment with me. I
made eggs, and bacon, and toast, and I set out two plates, one for me
and one for him (him being who I now know is Avery), and I moved the
chair out so he could sit down with me and we could eat breakfast
together. I’m not going to lie, it was a painfully devastating decision
for me to make. The longer I ate breakfast and sat looking at an
empty chair with uneaten breakfast on the other side, the more
horrible I started to feel, and I could feel my heart breaking inside.
When my heart starts breaking, I usually self-destruct in one way or
another. I basically got so mad at myself for being so stupid to think
that someone was there that would want to eat breakfast with me. I
was so mad and heart broken, and it just fed into the feelings of
loneliness that much more, and I cried. I never made breakfast for
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him again.
There was another moment with the invisible man, it was surprising
and undeniable because it was outside of my apartment, and I could
feel him so strongly and so clearly, he might as well have been
standing right there. This all happened at a bar I went to, because I
couldn’t stay cooped up in my apartment forever, so sometimes I
would go to the bar by myself. I would play music, and pinball, and
drink, and be in my own world. I was very used to doing things by
myself – going to a movie theater by myself, going out to eat at a
restaurant by myself, going to the bar by myself. There were times
where I used to just go to the dance clubs by myself, just to dance,
and I loved dancing and I love music. I love when the music is so loud
I can feel it in my blood and in my heart, and attaching to my very
soul so that the sounds and I become one, and I can tell you more
about that, but that’s not the point of this story.
So back to the bar I went to, I was listening to music and drinking a
beer and playing pinball. It was so strange because I could feel eyes
watching my every movement, watching me so closely that it was like
giant eyes. The energy around this invisible watching person was like
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super curious and super memorized and super learning about me and
all of these things simultaneously. It was all super energy, to such a
degree I was unable to ignore it. It was distracting. I remember I went
up to the bar to get another beer and I started talking to a boy that
was standing there, getting a beer as well. I actually pride myself on
being very good at being friendly and sweet and a natural talker, but
I’m also very good at accepting when someone doesn’t want to talk to
me, and as most people do, he basically said Hi and Bye. I did feel a
little surprised because he was so blatantly not having it, it almost
made me laugh. He reacted toward me as though I was a disgusting
insect, which I didn’t really understand, but I brushed it off, it’s not a
big deal, but these eyes seemed to be very intent on watching this
exchange of greetings; completely and utterly absorbed. It almost felt
like the air had the consistency of water and it was undeniable. I don’t
really know what he was thinking, the invisible man, as he saw
this. There were no thoughts to be heard, just that staring feeling, a
sensation of him being entranced by me and intrigued by my every
movement, thought, and expression. Needless to say, I never forgot
that moment, because it was so clear as day and undeniable. I
wondered what he was thinking, what he saw in this moment, why
this was all so appealing to him. I still kind of wonder about that
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moment.
Sometimes, when I ask Avery to elaborate on a question, like what he
was thinking that day, the response I get is basically what feels like a
fat person sitting on my head, my body may have a convulsion or I
might feel instantly tired and want to sleep. I never know the answers
are although I can physically tell he is trying to share them with
me. The only answers he ever gives me, with clear cut English words,
are very simple sentences which are basically greetings, or maybe
some short form of direction, a suggestion when I’m overwhelmed in
my life, he’s always looking for ways to re-balance my energy.
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HOW I MET AVERY
PART III: THE SECRET PARK BENCH
POSTED ON DECEMBER 16, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
So now I want to tell you about a secret place I used to go to. This is a
big deal because more has taken place at this secret place than I was
consciously aware of. I remember being drawn there on several
occasions. I would pack a backpack full of beer and take some
cigarettes. It would be really late at night, like midnight kind of
late. And I would walk several blocks down the street until I would
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reach a forest. I’d walked through this forest many times during the
day and I knew the pathways well, so well I could walk them in the
dead of night. At the other side of this forest there is a cemetery with
a park bench between the edge of the cemetery and this other side of
the forest. I would go to this bench and sit there late in the night. I
would drink beer and smoke cigarettes and feel peaceful there. I
could look out over the entire forest from that point and I could see all
the stars in the sky. I wasn’t facing the direction of the cemetery, but
the direction of the forest. It was very beautiful there. I have really
wonderful memories of this bench and my heart longs to go back there
again. My heart misses this place. It was a healing place for me.
I remember how it felt as though I was asked to go there, I was drawn
there by some unspoken voice. When I went to this bench, it was
strange, I actually felt as though I was meeting someone there. I
would sit there and wait, but nobody ever came. When I say, nobody
ever came, I’m talking about the boy I wished for that day when I was
18, just before my Freshman year of college. I really did feel like he
was going to be there, maybe not as an alien, but as a person, that
was how undeniable that feeling was, that I was going there to meet
the boy I wished for. I concluded he must be busy, or not be ready to
meet me yet. And it seemed so odd to me that I half expected him to
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come out of the sky, but that just seemed to unrealistic. I sincerely,
with all my heart, felt this boy I wished for was going to meet me
there. So I would go there, and I would wait. And while I waited I
would drink beer and smoke cigarettes and feel extremely peaceful,
but nobody ever came. After going there a number of times, it started
to break my heart, because I really did feel like someone would be
there. It wasn’t a bother the first several times, but each time I would
go back home it would remind me of how alone I was, how nobody
came and nobody was ever going to come and suddenly my mind
would tell me how stupid I am for going out there thinking someone
was going to be there. I remember feeling extremely devastated on one
occasion, and I left crying, feeling very low inside. What could I do, I
was stupid, thinking somebody knew about me and was going to be
there and guess what, they never came and I never forgot those
memories or those feelings I had at the park bench when nobody
came. And that’s the whole point of this story, because somebody did
come, I just wasn’t aware because the memory was blacked out from
the sheer intensity of it all. I have only learned this recently and I will
tell you about it.
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I never knew that Avery ever came until I asked my psychic friend a
question. I asked him a question about another time, when I was at
Gray’s Lake, I asked Avery to be there on this specific day, really early
in the morning. The specific day was 12/21/2012, obviously after
6/8/2012 when my life changed, and I discovered Avery. For months
leading up to this day, I had a very strong feeling as though Avery was
going to be there, but he never came and I left Gray’s Lake feeling so
depressed and all I could think about was the similar feeling I had
gotten at the park bench. A feeling of abandonment and loneliness
and feelings of extreme hurt inside.
I remember on this day at Gray’s Lake, it was so cold out and there
was snow on the ground. I walked to my favorite place and waited
and nobody came. When I decided I’d waited long enough, mainly
because I was shivering and freezing cold, and I couldn’t wait any
longer, when I decided to walk away from this spot, I slowly began to
feel more and more depressed. So depressed that I was compelled to
draw a heart in the snow and write Avery’s name and then break it
with my foot. Don’t ask me why, even in my conscious mind I seemed
very confused by these extreme childish mannerisms, but I was really
heartbroken. I asked Anthony what happened that day at Gray’s
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Lake, why Avery never visited me. What I learned was extremely
shocking. He told me that Avery did visit me that day at Gray’s Lake,
and he also visited me several times at the park bench at the
cemetery. The problem with me remembering was that the visitations
were so intense that my mind blacked them out. This is the reason I
always felt I was going there to meet somebody, because I was, and
somebody was there to meet me. This is also the reason I would feel
so depressed once I decided to leave, it’s because my conscious
awareness was only left with the memory of Avery leaving me which
computed as somebody should be there and nobody being there, since
the memory of Avery being there is not there at all. The odd thing
about this is that I’ve talked to Avery before about what he looks like
and he told me that I’ve seen him and I heard him say, ‘don’t you
remember?’ I thought I must be confused because, no, I would
definitely remember if I saw Avery and no, I don’t have any memory of
that ever happening. I never forgot hearing Avery say that though,
“You have seen me before, don’t you remember?” Now I know I did
hear him correctly and now I do understand.
The story does continue…more to come later, and if you would like to
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visit with Anthony, you can contact him at his website:
www.readingsbyanthony.com
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GRAY’S LAKE WITH AVERY THE
HUMAN ALIEN
POSTED ON DECEMBER 16, 2013 WRITTEN BY ABBEY NORMAL
I want to tell you about something magical that happened on 12/12. I
didn’t even take notice to the fact that 12/12 was truly a sacred and
divine moment in the universe, for all of mankind. It’s weird when I
don’t realize it. Obviously, some part of me knew what was going on
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and the universe was very intent on getting me to Gray’s Lake to make
connections with nature, but I will get to that. I’m going to start by
telling you that on 12/12, I was really down in the dumps. I didn’t
want to leave work, I didn’t want to go home and have to deal with all
the responsibilities of being a mother and all of the house cleaning
and all the laundry and everything I was going to have to accomplish
on Saturday and Sunday. It was all just weighing down on me and
suffocating me and making me feel tired and miserable. I was really
down, more than I’ve felt in a while. As the story goes, I did end up
getting time out of the house to clear my head and I went to Gray’s
Lake.
I got there at about 8 pm. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I
walked to a bench and sat there for a while, and talked to nature
about my feelings. I always do this at the beginning of my walk. It’s
important for me to release negative energy, so I am more able to
receive positive energy from nature while I’m walking. After I had
come to a point of feeling right with myself and what I was saying, I
got up and started walking toward the rainbow bridge. I felt Avery
was there, but he wasn’t trying to get my attention. It was more about
me connecting with myself and unwinding and releasing negative
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energy that had been piling up. I stopped in the middle of the bridge
and looked into the water. I imagined a large hand was in the water
and it came out to touch mine, and I stretched my hand toward it and
our hands touched, and I felt love from this. It was definitely more
than my imagination, but I didn’t think much more of it and I kept
walking.
I usually have so much on my mind, but I really didn’t have much to
think about on 12/12, nothing more than I had already thought
through by this point in my walk. It was strange acknowledging I
really had nothing to think about, and that’s when I noticed a black
cat looking at me. I stopped walking completely. I love cats and I
crouched down and held my hand out. I stayed very still while I
shared my energy with it. I am patient with cats, but it wasn’t having
me, and it ran across my path and into the woods. Of course, it was a
black cat that crossed my path. I wasn’t convinced this was a sign of
bad luck, but a sign of very good luck; I couldn’t imagine what it
would be about though, and then I started walking again.
There’s this part of Gray’s Lake, I don’t know how to describe it, but
it’s a small rounded platform at the most random place, and it’s not
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something you would notice unless you walked off the path. I walked
out onto it, and I stood there before the lake. I could feel energy while
I stood there; energy surrounding my heart. It was tingling, the
sensation was. It was non-stop and tingling around my heart. I stood
there for a lot longer than I had expected before the sensation went
away and I started walking again.
I left that spot and walked toward the beach and walked along the
water. It was the strangest feeling, but I felt the water and I were one
form. That there was nothing separating me from the lake and the
lake from me, as though I was the entire lake even though I was still
me. I felt such a bond with the water; it was so strange the sensation,
like being in love, a strong bond and connection like that. As I
continued to walk along the water, I thought about the hand that
touched mine and I thought about the feeling the water was giving me,
and I heard a voice tell me to touch the water. So I crouched down. I
put my bare hand on the ice, and for a brief moment, the water was
someone I loved more than anyone else in all of the universe, it was a
very intense feeling I experienced from the water. I couldn’t keep my
hand on the ice for long before I had to remove it, but the feeling was
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very real to me.
I continued to walk around the edge of the lake until I got to a certain
part where the land jets out. I’ve talked about this section of the lake
before. It faces the rising sun and moon. It is a special place to me. I
didn’t know what it was, but when I got to that point, the energy of all
of nature was alive and intense, and it was like powerful music that
was keeping me still standing. It was far more energy than I had felt
before and it was very easy to feel one with nature. I felt one with the
Earth, with Water, with Air, and with the Sky, and I felt one with the
Stars. I lied down and looked up at the sky. As I lied there I thought
back to when I was 18. I thought about the shooting star I saw and
how I made a wish for love, and I thought about how Avery heard my
wish. There was only a brief pause after this thought before I saw a
star shoot across the sky. I was so startled and shocked, I started
crying. The energy and sensations of everything were just too much.
I lied there in that spot for longer than I’d ever done before. I hated
the fact that we live our lives based on time, I could have stayed there
forever, but it was almost 9:30 and the lake closed at 10 and I was
still a walk from my car. So I shared energy with all of nature in a
way that I do, a way that shares love in its most real and intense
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