Friday, June 29, 2012

The Four Indicators of Destiny Movement

There are four basic indicators in which we can ascertain that the direction we are headed is the right one:
  1. The material/manifest/form
    Is what we are seeking clearly manifest before us?
    Do we experience the opportunities that match our desire?
  2. Sensory response
    How do we respond via our outer senses (taste, touch, sound, smell, sight)?For example, if you love the ocean, when you are near the water, you may have an immediate feeling of expansion, or connection to the infinite.        
  3. Emotional/psychological
    What is our immediate emotional response to the situation, environment, etc? In the aforementioned illustration, you feel an immediate sense of expansion near the ocean, and this makes you feel safe; that all things are right with the world.
  4. Intuitive/higher knowing
    What is our instinctive, ‘gut’ feeling?Do we have a sense of rightness, do we feel calm, and at peace?
Some approach the movement toward destiny fulfillment solely based on whether or not something has materialized. The problem with this is getting stuck in a mindset of waiting for something to happen. The markers that reflect back to us the movement of destiny, however, can be experienced most clearly through the other three indicators. The materialized form is the result of following these other signs.

The materialized form is anchored in third dimensional time and space, whereas the sensory, emotional, and instinctual are not limited in this way, and can be accessed continuously. We are players in the universal mindset, that of the eternal. Here we can mix and match, layer and nuance, and be endlessly creative in a rhythmic dance of life.

So, where do we get stuck? The deeply ingrained paradigm of limitation has been in motion for eons of time. The human experience has us gridlocked in the notion of the finite defining our reality. Furthermore, we have become so skilled at believing our own lies that we can passionately defend our position based on past experience like seasoned trial lawyers.

Returning back to our original connection to Source through any means (meditation is top of my list), is a way of erasing the patterns we get stuck in. Clearing our mental mind-field and letting go of the gunk that we’ve accumulated is just as necessary as taking out the garbage. You can live in a privileged, Ivory-tower-esque mansion, but you will still accumulate garbage. 

When we let go of all the trying, pleading, praying, negotiating, planning, etc, the four indicators of destiny find their natural alignment. Everything falls into place. We call this synchronicity; a place that Spirit says is a realm that we can live in, not an occasional, arbitrary right-alignment of the stars.

I was once taught a saying that aptly describes the movement of destiny:

“Whatever you vividly imagine,
ardently desire,
sincerely believe in,
and enthusiastically act upon,
must inevitably come to pass.”
--Paul J. Meyer


Friday, June 15, 2012


A few days ago I received an email from a client thanking me for her channeling session. It was her first experience with a Medium. This particular individual was deeply moved by the messages from her Master Guide, and said something that I have often heard clients say. She voiced her desire to contact her Guides directly, and wished she could ‘connect as easily’ as I do.

There is an assumption that I have some extra special ability that they lack. Ironically, those whom know me well probably heard me refer to myself as “the reluctant medium”.  In other words, I came to the work I have been doing for 28 years, kicking and screaming. My singular ambition in this life was, and generally still is, to express myself as an artist. And I most certainly do not think of myself as having a special gift. Channeling Spirit Guides is just something I do, to the very best of my ability.

When I decided to leave my full time, and very demanding job as an Art Director for an Art Magazine (Art & Auction Magazine -- Google it), the idea of being a free agent had great appeal to me. I worked briefly as a freelance graphic artist, and collected unemployment between jobs. Once a week, I attended a mediumship class in New York City with Alexander Murray, an accomplished Medium and teacher.

I was being guided to do this work. That was clear. Secretly, however, I was mostly interested because it liberated me from the grueling schedule of a full-time job (not to mention the many late overtime hours and deadlines that a magazine required). I felt disempowered and no longer desired to do work that wasn’t authentically my own.

Deep down I knew I would be doing good work that would bring wisdom, support, and comfort to many. But my willingness to develop this gift was not motivated by the noblest aspirations. I just wanted to be free, and I didn’t want to do anything that impoverished my soul. So it seemed a fair, albeit peculiar, exchange.

Often I have thought that this reluctance is partly why my work has evolved, thrived, and helped many. I do not identify with being a Channel. I have always seen it as my job, and approached it with the same commitment and dedication I would any occupation. I was raised with the hardworking New York work ethic instilled in me from childhood. As a third generation American, I was aware that my Great-Grandparents came from Europe on a boat to a new land, language, and culture. They worked hard and made a good life for themselves. 

Don’t get me wrong; channeling is a great service, and there are countless blessings in being given this opportunity. Not putting my ego in the mix, however, seems to be what has enabled me to remain unadulterated.  

This is why I am surprised whenever someone looks to me as if I had some extra special access to the higher dimensions. I don’t. I’m just doing the work that I’ve been given to do. With a little effort and commitment, anybody can, too.

Monday, June 4, 2012


Today in Sprouts, a large health food grocery store, I encountered a woman with teased bleached blond hair and bright pink exaggerated make up. She was wearing an outfit composed of fuchsia pink trimmed corset, animal print mini skirt, hello-kitty purse, plunging low cut top exposing sagging D-cup breasts and pink, fur-lined booties.  It wasn’t until I returned home to search on Google that I discovered it was the 80’s and 90’s LA billboard icon, Angelyne. Her claim to fame is that she became well known for posing for billboards throughout Los Angeles as a pouting, busty, sex-kitten. She landed a handful of roles in films and talk shows as a result. Her fame apparently was short-lived, and she had to short-sell her Malibu Condo a few years ago.

All the store patrons waiting to check out their groceries averted their eyes to the loudly dressed middle-aged woman. The long term effects of too many collagen or Botox injections made her appear puffy and misshapen. She stood behind me in line and appeared nervous, hurried, and uncomfortable. Angelyne’s days of being a billboard ingĂ©nue were clearly behind her even if she still dressed like one.

If a woman like that appeared in a grocery store in New York (where I grew up), no one would blink an eye, and maybe in Los Angeles this is normal. But in Thousand Oaks, an upper middle class suburb about an hour north of LA, she stood out. The feeling of discomfort from the store patrons was palpable. I desperately wanted to break the ice and talk to her. 

“I love your look.” I said. This was not a facetious comment. I meant it. There is something oddly brave about a person that wears their wounded self on their sleeve. There is no doubt that this strange costume is a masquerade for a person badly in need of attention. But maybe not the kind she was receiving at Sprouts. The moment I complimented her, I could feel all the tension in her body ease. “Thank you!” she replied, offering to give me her card in exchange for letting her go in front of me on the line. Perhaps in Angelyne’s world, receiving her business card was a privilege. Regardless, I was happy to oblige. She complimented me on my purse and my necklace. Did she feel a need to return the favor of my simply being nice to her? 

We spoke a little more after that, and I could sense that deep down Angelyne needed someone to see the real person, not the caricature she has become, wearing makeup and tight fitting clothes as a shield. I have an extra-special empathy for the wounded soul. And Angelyne, although cloaked in her old sex-kitten attire, seemed particularly wounded. I wanted to treat her as a person in the way that the others in the store could not. It is how I need to treat my own wounded child that sometimes needs to be recognized beyond the outer cloak. To do so is priceless.

It was not until I got home, that I looked at the information on Angelyne’s business card. All it said was: 
“To join the Angelyne Fan Club, send $20.00 to . . . Los Angeles. CA . . .”  

Almost priceless that is.

Asandra ©2012