Zeus' Palatial Blog

Sorry for the sporadic posting; however I’ve been working a lot lately as I attempt to keep people employed in a down market. Not to mention the new clients and looming deadline for our new programs and service contracts.

Work aside I’ve been enjoying the on again off again weather patterns of late with cold mornings and mild mid-afternoons. After dropping the boys off in the morning I generally do a few errands if I don’t have meetings right away. And then I can actually begin my day. By the time the boys are ready to come home again it’s nice enough that we can spend some time outside before dinner and then engrossing ourselves in whatever needs to be accomplished before they need to sleep.

Maple Syrup season is upon us again too. A couple more weeks and I’ll be out on the farm with the horses doing tours of the sugar bush for the .. 17th .. year (I’ve missed only one year when a meeting on the West Coast overlapped with the Maple Syrup Festival). Thanks to my departed 6th grade teacher I truly enjoy public speaking and it’s a great chance for me to talk to 10,000 people in one weekend. The years that my voice doesn’t give out on me on the Monday I usually break down and do a couple extra school tours just for fun. I suppose it just goes to show how much I enjoy the whole Syrup thing (that and the 16+ Litres my family goes through in a year).

A random post I know, but that’s where I’m at right now

It’s been a couple of days since I posted last and some of my more recent (irl) conversations have centred around my thoughts on paid psychics vs. unpaid psychics. Paid psychics would be the people that request money and profit from the giving of insight to another, and unpaid psychics would be people that provide insight without monetary gain.

To be quite honest I’m of two minds on this subject since I believe that if someone puts in enough time to call their “psychic” business full time then they should be paid for it. Saying that I am always careful to add that to me it is more important the caliber of psychic than whether or not they wish to be compensated for their insights. I truly believe that it is far more important to weed out frauds and hacks from the masses than anything else. If another person could be 100% sure a person was a good psychic then they would be able to decide whether to spend money, or find someone that works for free.

Back when we first opened the Psi Palatium’s chat channel several staff members and general members would give free readings several hours a week both for practice and free insight for others. Unfortunately over the years as free things go people took advantage of the service and enough volunteer psychics didn’t have enough time to provide the service and so we’ve gotten away from doing psychic readings openly as much as we used to. I’ve been tossing around the idea of doing a class series devoted to insight and psychic readings once my upcoming dream course finishes up where we could practice in the chat channel once again (it’s actually loads of fun if you can find the time to put into it).

So, paid or unpaid? I don’t think it really matters as long as the psychic is moral, honest, and accurate (as can be said of a psychic).

And that brings about a whole other series of questions on accuracy. How accurate is psychic insight, or any psi ability that involves seeing? That really depends on the person and their experience, but anything over 75% accuracy is far above chance and gives a person enough information to make a decision for themselves. How accurate am I? That answer depends on the day, my mood, how much energy I have, what I’m doing …. I was in my usual twelve windows of conversations plus Skype the other evening when someone asked for a demonstration. I declined because of the inability to focus, but a little while later I found myself talking about remote viewing in five of the twelve conversations which of course flipped it on for me and I was looking at different locations. I was not focused and so had to ask who’s room had a green easy chair with a dark binder on it (in the corner) and who’s room had the small green sofa with light on the ground. Turns out it was a green recliner with a white binder in shadow in one room and a green loveseat with a lamp on the floor in another. To me I knew they were different locations but associating them with the person just wasn’t happening because of the lack of focus. As for accuracy .. not bad .. I got the colour of the binder incorrect and the type of lamp on the floor wrong - still it was enough in the right locations (there was of course more explanation to the RV sessions) to pinpoint, for the people I was talking to, their own room. Is that conclusive? Of course not! People on both sides of the argument can make up all kinds of conversations from what I just said.

In the end — the decision is yours to make — paid or unpaid — accurate or not — take the responsibility upon yourself

I often take time to visit other communities and talk with members/staff to both share and commune, so I thought I’d write a little note about it. A note here is that in the last several years groups like the Palatium have come to be referred to as Online Energy Communities (OEC).

Since before the Psi Palatium existed there have been communities, or gathering places for people interested in psi. Some communities are specifically for magick, others for psychics, wiccans, pagans, spiritualists, herbalists, etc etc etc. The breadth of communities runs from the fringe new-age to almost (yes, almost) scientific in nature. I’ve seen a lot of Online (and Offline) communities come and go in the time that the Psi Palatium has been around. In fact many smaller groupings often merge to create larger pools of people, but then end up failing because of discontent between administrators. There are some communities that have survived a good long time like the Guild, or Veritas and of course there was Psipog before it was archived. While the Palatium has an extremely large readership (and membership before it was discontinued last year), and both the Guild and Veritas have large populations we all cater to different groups of people. Psipog itself boasted thousands of members before it was shuttered. In the earlier days of the Palatium the memberships actually shared out and often moved around between communities a lot; however over the years I’ve found that happening less as people tend to stick with one place (though this isn’t a hard and fast rule). Recently (and I mean over the last several years) many new communities have cropped up and are now in the process of changes and merges.

What I have noticed over the years is a pull by the younger generations, and newer communities away from standard “psychic” towards a more hybridized form of psi, which they have come to refer to as psionics. It is my understanding that psionics is simply the study of psi in a less spiritual manner. My observations have been that things like psychic readings, tarot, and the other mainstream psychic talents are maligned for the more interesting and less advertised things like “psi balls” (which you’ll always see me refer to as spheres - I’m old school that way), psychokinesis, and several of the other flashy techniques. This is not meant to say that psionics is incorrect in focus, but I have difficultly because of my training and experience not to tie psi in with understanding and exploration of the self. Understand yourself and understand psi. So what of psionics then? I fear it is a limiting view point and that people are being exposed to a pond of possibilities when they should have an ocean. I also fear the incorrect immersion into psi through avenues that can lead to harm. But, there is a place for all of this.

Newer generations tend to dislike greatly the amount of responsibility the Psi Palatium puts on your shoulders. Instead they seem to prefer the immediacy and relative subjectivity of psionics communities. This may shy younger people away from the Psi Palatium; however it allows them to learn some of the techniques and possibilities. As people age they hopefully begin to understand patience and the necessity of responsibility and if they are still interested in psi will explore towards the Palatium and what it is our community offers. So, the old ways need the new ways to survive and the new ways rely on the old ways in order to continue. A very good balance if I do say so myself.

And if you’re interested this is why PsionicsOnline is the Psi Palatium’s affiliate site. They offer what we do not, and we offer what they do not. A very nice one to one relationship.

I’ve been very busy the last few days and right now don’t feel like coming up with a totally inspiring post. Instead I bring to you another past Spontaneous Ink.

The World and I

The World is in counseling to deal with its problems. Pieces of the whole are rejecting one another and each is trying to remove the disease that is perceived. Medications with fancy names are prescribed, on top of Prozac, to help speed along the amnesia that forgets the pain. False feelings, hopes, and dreams arise from deep within the medicated stupor only to be ravenously devoured by the World’s most parasitic infestations. With its day in tatters the World turns to its vault of pills once more. But I reach out to still its shaking hands. Looks of confusion and suspicion cross its face as it fails to recognize the genuine warmth of a friend. It has been too long since the World was last embraced by love and, in saying, I put my arm around it. Tears begin to streak its face as I lend an ear to the World’s heart, and the World leans on my shoulder as we turn to walk away from the pills. A World that was false now begins to beam as it realizes the truth that even through all the despair there are friends and there is love. And there will always be my ears to listen and my shoulder to lean, or cry on.
~Zeus ©1999

By the time I dragged myself from my slumber at 0700 this morning Hercules was already well on his way to devouring some of the treats Cupid left for him. Cupid makes sure to stop in every Valentine’s Day and was in this morning around 0400 (I know because we chatted as I’d just gotten in). Since Hera is working today and this counts as the first Valentine’s we’ve been apart in 15 years it’s just the boys and I (they’re playing individually at the moment so I took a moment to myself).

We’ve totally revamped and retooled the Island of Sodor to make multiple lines and engines a reality. With the new layout we don’t have to worry about bumping into other trains as goods are transported across the Island. We’ve also done some good old fashioned ghost busting today. There’s nothing funnier then Hercules and Apollo running for their Nerf gear and hockey helmets whenever I tell them to suit up Ghostbuster style. Apollo has a multi-shot blaster that he prefers while Hercules leans towards his massive semi automatic Nerf rifle complete with laser sight. There really isn’t any reason for the gear other than it started out as a great distraction when they were younger. Of course the helmets are great since things tend to go flying (not to mention the zillions of Nerf bullets). We all have matching crank flashlights (environmental and all that - plus it cuts down on batteries!) and off we go to vanquish not so nice ghosties so that people can go about their business again. There’s a lot more that goes on that they don’t know about certainly, but why ruin their Nerf blasting fun!?

The temperature was nice enough to spike to 13C yesterday. That would normally be a good thing except that it rained a lot AND we still had a good snow pack melting. Combine all those factors and you get localized flooding as well as leaky roofs and basements. We were fortunate enough to stay high and dry here on the mountain (we actually had an entirely new roof sheeting and all put on last Spring). No leaks in the roof and no floods in the basement for us. Hera’s cousin wasn’t so lucky and had it decided for him that an indoor swimming pool would be a grand idea. I happened to be talking to my second cousin (who incidentally is marrying Hera’s first cousin in September - don’t look at me like that - it’s all good after all we’re all Olympians) who informed me of the predicament and I dashed right over with pumps and shop vacs a plenty. Though there was no psi involved (well .. not visibly anyways) we had the upper hand in short order and got things dried out quickly. For some odd reason (and when it isn’t your own house) playing with water is just too much fun. I’ve decided that everyone needs a jet pump or two and shop vacs in their arsenal of “stuff to have in the shop”. Of course this should teach Hera’s cousin not to build a house on an underground stream too. I also promised last night to build my sister and brother-in-law a high water alarm since they live in an area with a high water table too and their sump pump runs constantly to keep their basement dry.

With the temperatures flipping up and down and with the boys in school we’re seeing a higher than usual outbreak of colds and flus this season. Luckily for me I’ve been vigilant enough to stay on top of things and screen out any overly negative junk. It’s been busy between the boys, and Hera though which keeps me practiced and ready with my techniques. I have to say that having someone down for 24 hours instead of two weeks is far more convenient and far less stressful. Just another great real world application of psi.

I managed to add another client to my ever growing list of work for my company today. Oh, for those of you that don’t know about this - I own a Business IT Company, which is my bread and butter. Psi, like most people in the community, is just a part of my life that I share with everyone. Not that I didn’t know that they were coming onboard, but it’s nice to have a solid client base to ensure that we can ride through the economic downturn. Even being a psychic there are surprises that can turn up that we need to weather. That probably leads to my favourite misconception regarding psychics … that they know everything. Obviously that isn’t the case and people need to realize the absurdity of it, but still they just expect you to know. Silly.

With the weather turning warmer and the snow almost all melted I really need to wash the vehicles. Hera backed the car out of the garage and I couldn’t tell what colour it was supposed to be it was so covered in grime and salt. It’s a good thing all the warranties guard against rust because the salt and water combination all over just screams corrosion. Incidentally that car is supposed to be “shiny baby poop” as its original colour (look up sundance metallic in Toyota’s 2009 line). It happens every year of course but it never ceases to amaze me at how dirty the vehicles get running around the countryside.

I suppose you just get used to bedlam, disorder and craziness once you’re a parent, but if you stop to look back on a weekend you realize just how much you can cram into a 48 hour period (not to mention what you get away with once dilation and skipping are factored in). This weekend included the usual skating, cleaning, play-time, visiting and psi. It also happened to include one of Apollo’s friend’s birthdays and my father’s birthday. Actually, it’s an interesting thing with my father’s birthday. There just happens to be 30 years between my father and I and 30 years between Apollo and I - if you’re counting that makes 60 years between my father and Apollo. There really isn’t a significance to it, but it is interesting that the generational gap is relatively consistent in my family.

Mother Nature was kind enough to keep the temperatures mild this weekend, which lead to a lot of the snow melting away (and most likely flooding many basements though not mine). We were able to get in some homemade boat time on the newly created puddles of mass proportion, which was great outdoor time.

As for psi this weekend .. as things go it was relatively quiet. There weren’t any major waves for this area, insurgencies were at a minimal and I got some much needed down time. I did take some time out to practice some new TP techniques since new things are always fun to learn. Of course saying all that and looking at the records we’re scheduled for a shake-up around the 19th, so I suppose I should enjoy the time whilst I have it.

Everything happens in cycles whether you notice it or not.

Everyone seems to have their own cyclic timeline where things tend to cycle through their life. My current rate seems to be about five years.

Why do I say this? Ben came to visit today, well okay it wasn’t Ben - it was his daughter, and pregnant wife, but Ben would have been here if people would just stop dying for a day or two. You see I used to work with Ben - a lot - during appointments and trained with him over a decade ago - good times. At any rate my wife and I and he and his wife became good friends but as life is they moved far enough away that visiting became a difficult thing to do. As luck would have it life may just throw them back this way and as any good friend might do I’ve obviously offered our house to them as needed during their forays back, or stay overs etc. Whether they’re able to move back into the team, or not remains to be seen as of yet but we actually were able to create a timeline of visits again which will be great regardless.

I love the delicate weave of life even if sometimes I get a little frayed by it. I suppose it’s one of those reasons I continue doing what I do.

I happened to be scheduled for an appointment this morning. So, there I am at roughly 0930 walking around a field tracing out energy lines whilst I wait and wondering to myself how many people would do what I do in -23C weather (before windchill)? Not that I haven’t had this sort of thought before of course just that when the temperature drops it tends to get my old mind rolling over again. At any rate it occurred to me that I had written about this sort of situation a couple years ago in a Spontaneous Ink and I thought I’d dig it up and share it with you.

Unnamed Love

With the bitter wind ripping into you every move is an exercise in agony. Your breaths are short and shallow with each inhale frigidly filling your chest with ice. No one should be forced to endure such hardship; however you’re here with a purpose. As you scan the frozen landscape you can see that in the distance even the trees are bowed over in pain, and the clearing around you is devoid of life. For the moment it is just you, the snow, the ice, and one unhappy Mother Nature. Checking your watch you see, through its iced face, there are five minutes to go, which is just enough time to ready yourself. A thought crosses your mind that brings a wry smile to your face, or would if the temperature would allow it. Only the warmth of love could bring you to such an artic locale. You sacrifice normality for the love you feel even though you rarely receive that love in turn. You know that love of an individual couldn’t pry you out of your safe, warm home and take you to the ends of the Earth. Only your love of the World could possibly persuade you to do what you do.
~Zeus ©2003