Psychic Mind: Why I Am Not a Christian

Why I Am Not A Christian etc. by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

Bertrand Russell, the British Pragmatist also known for his bad breath, already used this title for his well-known (among students of Philosophy) essay, but he won’t mind if I use it again since he has been in the Spirit World for quite a long time, if the notion of “time” applies “over there”. I don’t even remember Bertie’s reasons, but I know my own. First of all, I am definitely NOT a Christian for the same reason the Biblical Jesus of Nazareth was not. I’m not sure he even knew that he was, according to the Bible, the New testament, he stars in, “the Christ”. But I do believe that the Spirit of God worked in and through him. I believe that he was an authentic, a genuine First Class vehicle for God, the Father.                                                       

Well, I don’t know about that term either, “Father”. How about “Father-Mother” God, the One and the Two Principles, or the Creative and the Receptive, that the One through the Two is the cause of all Being or Reality, like the Ancient Toaists of China believed and explained in the great work, THE I CHING or CHINESE BOOK OF CHANGES. God the Creator or Manifestor, the Ultimate some have referred to as The First Cause or Prime Mover. The ancient Indian trinitarian or triadic principles of dynamic, ever-changing process, THE CREATIVE, THE PERPETUATOR AND THE DESTROYER. He, She, It, or That is also known as the Ground of Being, or best yet as in “Star Wars”, THE FORCE! “May the Force be with you!” declared Obi Wan Kenobi! while Cary Fisher, daughter of singer, brief husband of Liz Taylor and dope addict Eddie, wore braided hair buns over her ears, stood with her slim shoulders slumped, and wrung her hands in concern and fear.

Yes, MAY THE FORCE BE WITH US INDEED! And I believe the Spirit of it always is, IF we invite and open to it, the same as Jesus apparently did and maybe still does. If the stories can be believed. Yes, or No, I am not a Christian for the same reason(s) that Jesus was not a “willing dupe for the Dark Force”. He, Jesus, was a follower of, a vehicle for God the Father. Says so in black and white right there in the Bible if you need a ground for belief such as “authority”. “Of myself I can do nothing,” he is reported to have said, “the Father doeth the work through me.” I’ve always liked that great line and the idea it carries. I or we, like the Master Jesus, are the receivers of what the Force works through us super-dynamically. We may be knowers, speaker-teachers and even healers, movers and shakers, but always as the vehicle for the Prime Mover, God the Father. Like Jesus, some of us follow the Force, or God who is the source of all. The ancient Taoists of China made a big deal of FOLLOWING, and “flowing with” the “Way” or what IS.

If it is true as the Christian Bible says, that we “live, move and have our being in Him,” then we can never go wrong, IF AND WHEN we are tuned in, or, “attuned” to the Mind of God which is Absolute and Infinite, or so we’ve been taught, ever so in the abstract, to believe. At least on Sundays. The rest of the week may be “the Devil’s domain” during which time we mostly devote our energy or Life Force, our mind and being, to “getting and spending” as the poet suggested. Actually it is not quite accurate to say “the Mind of God” since ALL IS MIND OR SPIRIT.                                                  

God is Spirit which is Mind which is Spirit. How do, how can I know that? I choose to believe it, quite apart from Biblical authority, and differing from the atheist and agnostic. Actually I contend that I know it to be fact a priori or intuitively since as an experiencer, as a knower, I “live, move and have my being in Him” or God. I am never not “of God” even if at times I have felt alienated, as the Existentialists point out. But, I contend, that feeling of separation is an illusion, and not one to be needlessly suffered. So if I or we do not take advantage of being that “particle”, that “particular” in the Greater Being, the All, the One, the mind-spirit that we are as participants in Him, whose fault is it? for God’s sake!

But, alas and alack, our Self or Spirit is encased in material here on dualistic Planet Dirt! We are temporarily embodied beings so that we may live out our dramas in experience for our personal evolution or learning. So that we may operate, pragmatically, as vehicles for the God-Force if and when we are hooked up and working right.

No, I am not a Christian for the same reason Jesus wasn’t. Like That, the Ultimate, that we are a part of, inextricably bound up in, we, like our Source, were never born and are undying but rather, always were, as a particular within the All... the Force, the One, the Source. That is the essential TRUTH of our particular or individual life, however embryonic. “Ye are gods in the making”, Edgar Cayce, the great American seer, proclaimed repeatedly while in deep psychic trance. He meant to say that we are EVOLUTIONARY BEINGS, neither fixed nor static, however much we try to limit ourselves by definitions and descriptions. All Knowledge, all Wisdom, all Truth is within since we “live, move and have our being in Him.” And yes, I take that fact to be self-evident, so why quibble about it? Yes, neither I nor Jesus called ourselves Christians even though the culture we live in is always after us to describe ourselves that way. Ol’ buddy Bertie Russell and I agree, even if for different reasons.

Let this writing be seminal. You know, analogically speaking, like the MASCULINE semen that fertilizers the FEMININE egg that causes you and me, or essential spirit-selves, to come into embodied being. And for what reason? To EVOLVE ourselves of course, which follows if Cayce’s source was right that we are “gods in the making”. And could it, might it be that God the Ultimate is an evolutionary ever-changing boundless entity also, just like those of us who are never not in and of Him? No beginning, no end, only always was and ever changing, ever evolving. Can we ever wrap our little earth brain-mind around that concept? Not likely, but, if we meditate right or well, we can move closer to and maybe become one with our IN-SIGHT, our deep Inner Knowing. And with that, perhaps, we can become content, even if we do not label ourselves as “Christian” or anything else other than human and evolving.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: Up from Down, or, Getting Over Mild Depression

Up from Down, or, Getting Over Mild Depression by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

As a counseling psychic I encounter a wide range of human problems. One of the most common is boredom or periods of mild depression. I have client-friends who display symptoms of that pervasiveness sense of unhappiness that indicates mild depression. After a night of unrelenting pain and very little sleep, I was headed in that direction myself today... until I thought about it. As an active psychic counselor, I always have work to do, and if not that, projects that also need attention. But when in a gray mood, head seemingly stuffed with cotton, the inner eye unable to focus and an aging body that loathes to move for fear another muscle cramp will wrench my leg, I remain in a half stupor but more awake than asleep. So what to do. How to get going. How to come up from under a dark funk and become positive and active once again is the problem to solve.

While growing up, I was fortunate in some ways, though creative people always view their childhood as having been fairly bleak or even rotten. I was an only begotten child and both my parents worked. Being generous folks, they bought me toys. Everything from boxing gloves to a microscope to view my own eyelashes through. Not everything I thought I wanted at the time, but I got a lot. Toys that I enjoyed, that I used to make me happy in my alone Land of Pretend. My closest buddy lived a couple of miles away so I spent long periods sans company. I loved humor as a kid and for quite a while wanted to be a cartoonist since I waited each long week for the Sunday “funny papers” to come. Growing older I decided I’d rather be a stand up comedian like the ones I heard on “radio”. Funny people such as Bud Abbott and Lou Costello. But before becoming a touring psychic counselor and speaker, I became a stand-up classroom teacher with a sense of humor. But even as an adult I’ve spent prolonged periods of time alone between girlfriends and wives which gave near-constant opportunity to suffer mild depression or find ways to get up and over whatever seemed to be bothering me.

Toys and developed interests always got me through. Instead of slumping and slouching around wasting my precious time, I’ve had a range of toys and interests to choose from to get up and over mild depression, those feelings of empty loneliness and general unhappiness. Fortunately I had a father who messed around with many musical instruments, my favorite being the mandolin that I also took up when I was maybe fourteen. Why I left the school marching band is another story. Oboe was best left, I decided, to snake charmers. The drum had been denied. In short order I was playing lead mandolin in my teacher’s band, all of us his students and that became my social life. And once again I was fortunate to have parents who loved and listened to all the old time popular music. So many, many down times over the years, when mild depression and feelings of unhappiness struck, I’d gather up my mandolin and sheet music and play for an hour or so, and maybe even sing, and then the blue funk was gone. Not everybody plays music, but everyone can have an equivalent, something they get off on doing when alone and a bit down. Mandolin has been my adult toy, but not only that.

One of the best things that can happen to a person with at least moderate intelligence is to become schooled in reading and writing. Reading that matters, not the junk and pap of the day. Books that makes one think while being entertained. And if so blessed with talent to write, one can come up by going within and writing a personal journal, a book of observations and reflections. When I used to write “Confessional Poetry”, I called the results “harnessed hang-ups”. That which could depress me, mildly, I turned into expressive poems that other people could relate to. So, I was not only a musician, but a poet as well. Those have been two of my many basic toys always available when the dark clouds descend and cause unhappiness, my vague sense of loneliness and emotional distress. My toys are and have been both positive and compensatory.

As a psychic counselor, I sometimes help my client-friends to remember their favorite toys, their positive and potentially fulfilling activities that can help them up from that occasional blue funk that like a fat toad squats on one’s soul and won’t get off. Developed or developing talents or interests can save us from much generalized unhappiness and emotional distress that we call being depressed. If we have identifiable problems, the first thing we might ask ourselves is if we have any control over such situations. Or if what we concern ourselves with is any of our cotton-pickin’ business in the first place! Letting others live their own lives as they see fit and the best way they know how can go a long way in getting rid of problems we don’t have in the first place. Meddlers and control freaks need to learn that for starters. Doing so, by sweeping out what does not belong to us, can clear up a large portion of what we regard as “depressing” problems. As a psychic counselor, I teach my client-friends such things when I can and if they listen instead of choosing to wallow in problems that are not problems at all since they are not the owners.

But, that squat toad can still sit on one’s soul for other reasons, ones that do belong to us. That is a good time, a very good time, to remember our adult toys, that which pleases us to play with, that energizes and gets us up and doing once again. If nothing else, a curious person always has much to learn. I am a book store addict, same as I was when riffling through the magazine rack and book stand at the town drug store when I was a kid. Now, as then, I buy what I can afford, books that might possibly be interesting, if not at the time, later, like when suffering a blue funk. In current time, I have my Best Friend Mister-Doctor-Professor Google who always has rousing material I’ve wanted to know about. As I say, learning to read and write, and think a bit, can save us from the unnecessary pain of unhappiness and mild depression when it descends. And the best thing is that there are toys for people with every bent or kink, not only us verbal-conceptual types.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: The Psychic & Divine Mother

PSYCHIC MIND, THE PSYCHIC & DIVINE MOTHER                                       

by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

The inner life of a true psychic is a reality that offers dimensions rational people rarely experience. It is the world of the extra-rational, that which lies below or beyond the pragmatic surface of human mind. Once it is developed and put to use, the psychic attracts experience that transcends the norm, and is extremely soul-satisfying. Such a dimension is sometimes referred to as the supra-normal, but I contend that though highly subjective and results from opening to the Receptive or Inner Feminine Principle, it is as normal as everyday logic and reason which are, according to Carl Jung, expressions of our Inner Masculine Principle. Yin and Yang. Female and Male. Right hand and left hand in co-operation. A team!

During my long career as a professional touring psychic, lecturer and media personality, I was sponsored my initial trip to Mexico City by a wealthy woman who introduced me to many clients. One lady I was taken to, the wife of an important businessman, used a British translator for her private psychic consultation even though her English was fairly good. As part of my work offering psychic counseling, I also acted as a healing agent for an inner plane group of healers focused in the Spirit World. They worked through me as a vehicle to heal or help certain physical disabilities.

After the psychic session was completed, I asked if she would have her nine year old daughter brought in to experiment with a healing of the girl’s all-but useless left arm. It had sustained no injury, but simply went out of use. She was a beautiful child, but her left arm hung limply at her side, useless. It had not atrophied, however, and looked quite normal. I proceeded to lay hands, invoke my healers in the name of the Master healer, Jesus the Christ, and pray that the body under my hand would be made whole and function normally. After a period of time, I indicated that she lift her lifeless arm. She understood and slowly, with considerable effort, raised that little arm almost parallel to the floor! It was a first for her as her mother looked on and cried. Divine intervention had succeeded, at least up to a point. During another visit later that trip, she was able to raise her arm even higher. My psychic channel told the child’s mother that the healing forces would continue to work with her in my absence. And they did, eventually making the girl’s arm normal and functional again.

At the end of my first visit to that lovely lady performing my psychic talent in two ways, she asked if I’d like to see her gallery of paintings. Down a long narrow hallway perhaps fifty framed works hung on either wall. It was an impressive sight, but at one point I stood in awe. “What is that?” I asked. The woman probably thought it strange that I was not acquainted with the Virgen de Guadalupe, the Mexican expression of Divine Mother in Spanish Roman Catholicism. Beholding that potent form, I began to cry. Why I did not know. At the time I had not yet experienced visions of a past life I’d experienced in ancient Mexico during the time of the Conquistadores. Nor did I know the classic story of the little Indian boy who received the vision and manifestation of the Virgen de Guadalupe. That all came later. But the painting, a print, had a profound effect on the inner me. It woke in me something deeply spiritual, something perhaps that I’d once known long ago and had lain dormant in consciousness. Seeing me in such a state, the lady reached up and took the painting off the wall and handed it to me. It was large and heavy in its ornate wooden frame, and at the time I didn’t know that it was merely a print one could buy on the street for $15, but the monetary worth was beside the point. Its spiritual value was enormous. I knew she’d given it to me as an act of gratitude for helping her little daughter.

I took my new prized possession back home with me to Houston and during one elongated period, used it in psychic meditation. While gazing at the beatific form, I chanted a chant that I made up, “Om Madre Divina Om”, over and over as I deepened in meditative consciousness. Always the same I experienced a potent peace that made me feel spiritually whole, psychically balanced and perfectly integrated. I felt at-one with the Divine Her, Divine Mother in the form of the Virgen de Gualdalupe. And, miraculously, on two separate occasions, she turned her head, opened her eyes, and looked at me! Even though a highly subjective experience while in a deep state of altered consciousness, it was REAL, and I knew that She had blessed me. I was honored that Divine Mother acknowledged my being.

Whether Divine mother shows Herself as Mary, mother of the Christ child Jesus, or as Quan Yin in the ancient lore of China, I am convinced that the continuing active presence of Divine Mother is a spiritual reality and force that intends the healing of the world. From time to time, She manifests, whether among clouds in a bright summer sky for any and all with eyes to see, or as a vision in the mind or self of some psychic visionary. She is, I strongly believe, a potent force for good and God in an extremely troubled world. Spiritual cults, Divine Mother devotees loosely tied to Roman Catholicism, have grown up to honor Her eternal presence. Divine Mother, in whatever form or culture, is a reality that blesses my work and being every day. Of that I am certain.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: The Limits of Psychic Work

The Limits of Psychic Work by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

As a practicing psychic consultant, I have at times overreached. Usually I did so inadvertently. A woman client had referred a male friend, a professional, to me for psychic counseling. He seemed a very nice man, quietly intelligent and low-keyed. The session went very well and the gentleman, and he was that, thanked me for the insights my channel provided. When the lady who referred him visited again, I asked about her friend. Oh, he committed suicide, she said. Carbon monoxide while sitting in his car inside a closed garage.

She then confided that the man suffered clinical depression. I hadn’t known that. I assumed he experienced normal unresolved inner conflicts that my process of psychic psychoanalysis might discover. I didn’t know that he was one who when seized by the deepest of blue funks had little or no control over his dark mood. Apparently psychotherapists, clinical psychologists and psychiatrists aren’t always successful in dealing with such mental disorders either. Drugs are the last resort, or the first choice by lazy therapists.

In another situation, a woman friend of mine remained close to her ex-husband. He also suffered clinical depression. The only hint I got was that he remained overly dependent on his aged mother who seemed a nice woman. They all, mother, son, ex-daughter-in-law and their son, lived together apart in the same house. It seemed an odd arrangement but it worked for them. The man was a successful journalist and writer, and the sexy girlfriend he had at the time seemed a lady any normal man would surely want to live for. But there came a day when he just couldn’t cope anymore and swallowed a bottle full of pills. What he thought his problem was I never knew.

Why does a depressive sink into a deep funk? Is it a matter of dysfunctional brain chemistry? Or early life trauma that I as a psychic analyst seeks to discover? Could it possibly have to do with past-life issues that psychoanalysts usually don’t deal with? If that were the case, the right kind of psychic might come in handy. It doesn’t seem that any professional knows just what the cause is, so psychiatrists prescribe drugs, mood elevators, anti-depressants, uppers, in hopes that clients might avoid the worst of their down moods.

Any professional dealing with mental issues ought to recognize his limits. An authentic psychic has areas of expertise that will be helpful in appropriate cases. The same is true for mental health specialists. But each of us, I contend, ought to recognize our limits and not pretend to be healers of all conditions that we attract.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: Arcs of Light as the Soul Leaves

Arcs of Light as the Soul Leaves by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

I was attending a Friday night dance at PWP, Parents Without Partners, AKA, People Without Personalities, when SHE appeared in the doorway! It was the mid-70s and I was newly in my Psychic Development period, and Faye was interested in Astrology. She a Scorpio, me a Pisces, and she lived up to the reputation of her sign! Chestnut hair flowed down her lovely back from a wooden Spanish holder atop her well-formed head. For a forty year old divorcee’, she was a knockout, and quite psychic in her own right. I beat the other guys to her and asked her to dance, then got her out of there as soon as I could. We were lovers for a couple of years, then forever friends after that.

Along the way, the elder of Faye’s two sons cracked up in a car accident and died. A terrible thing to happen to a mother. Just get them raised, then bang, or in this case, crash, and they are gone. The youngest, a daughter, was another matter. A strange girl who became a strange woman later. The second son shared his sorrow with Mark’s girlfriend, and later they became one. Faye was a Fundamentalist Baptist but there was another dimension to her, so I introduced her to the positive thinking Unity Church of Christianity where I attended during my psychic development period. She was dual in her thinking, but, when it came time for a funeral, she did not relish the idea of some sour dour preacher talking negative hell-fire and brimstone at the time of her greatest personal loss ever. So on her behalf I arranged for a loving Unity funeral for her first son, Mark.

At Unity we talked of releasing one who passed on in love. I taught the concept to Faye, and she understood the concept. At the funeral I did not sit with the sorrowing family of course. She and I were at right angles as we both viewed the young man’s body. I was in a meditative state as the minister spoke over the boy, and Faye over the way held up and did not break down and cry. There was a stoic quality about her in all things. Of a sudden I saw arcs of bright yellow light, one after another, lifting off Mark’s still body, then shoot off and away. What, I wondered, could that possibly mean? That his soul or Self was just then releasing itself from material life?

Later when I told Faye about what I’d witnessed, my psychic sense, she told me that at that time she was saying prayerfully over and over, “Son, I release you in love... I release you in love...” I like to believe that yes, as his mother released him in a state of love, he was able to go comfortably back Home to his, to our, origin in the greater, more real world of Spirit. Home to God and His manifestations. Gone before his time? That we cannot know for certain. But go he did as his mother released her son in love as I watched arc after arc of yellow light shoot off the boy’s still body lying there.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: Objectivity and Subjectivity, A Psychic Epiphany!

Objectivity and Subjectivity: A Psychic Epiphany!  by Richard Lee Van DerVoort, M.A.

As a psychic philosopher, in other words, grandiose or otherwise, a person who questions, yes, a person who longingly quests after Truth, truth and more truth, so help us Dog, I mean, God. Dyslexia crops up from time to emit, I mean time to time. And, as a psychic psychologist, psycho-log-ist, one, a psycho, who gives us the gist of things easy as fallin’ off a log, I wonder how our sdnim, I mean, our minds work, how they interact with all the things that are and is and maybe even could, should or oughtta be. So with that said, and...

speaking hyperbolically:

Last evening I was sitting upon the bathroom throne reading a book. I was reviewing a philosopher’s discussion of Objectivity versus Subjectivity. I was thinking his view a bit simplistic, if not obtuse, when suddenly another book fell to the floor from the stand in front of me. Ka-thunk! And then it occurred to me in a fleetful flash, fleetistically, so to speak: the book falling to the floor was an objective event. It was, yes, material and OUT there. My perceiving and understanding the event, no doubt under Spiritual Guidance, was subjective. The image in my mind was IN there. That caused me to conclude that objectivity, all that is OTHER, and subjectivity, mememememe and more me, are INTERDEPENDENT, not MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE categories. And as Kant said, categorically imperative. Or was it Hegel... Kant, Hegel, Sartre, the atheist who lived in an apartment that kept filled with a blue haze of cigarette smoke all his daze, i.e. days. What’s in a name? It is the idea, the thought, the content, that counts, that makes the difference. Or doesn’t.

Like the Buddha meditating under the Bo Tree centuries past, like Thomas Edison or Einstein having an Ah ha! moment, like the comic strip light bulb flashing on above a character’s head, like in a Zen moment of insight I became immediately ENLIGHTENED in regard to the question of Objectivity versus Subjectivity. My life, yes, was transformed, and maybe even transcendentalized a tad. The moment was so beautiful, I had to wipe... a tear from my eye. Maybe both eyes. Maybe even my throbbing Third Eye, the pineal gland said to be the Brow Chakra, seated or inset Cyclopedic! Which is to say, like a one-eyed Cyclops, or Jack. Let this stand as a profound Zen Koan that no one will or can understand, or as a Taoist Story with a moral. Let this expression live and outlive all readers reading about this most transcendent moment in time!                                

Ah the life of a sophisticated intuitive intellectual is sooooo rewarding! Truth and truths abound and surround me just waiting to be uncovered and discovered! LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL  That makes 7, the magic number of LOLs!

Notice that LOL spelled backwards is LOL, which makes life easier for dyslexics.

Blessed be those who know how to laugh!     

Signed: Richard, geezer and laughing philosopher

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: The Psychic Art of Automatic Writing

The Psychic Art of Automatic Writing by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

I have no memory of how I got a copy of James Joyces’ FINNIGANS WAKE, an experimental literary novel, back when I was maybe only 14. I found it impossible to understand, but I did read the Introduction that conjectured that first of all, the author employed the “stream of consciousness” technique, but most interesting was the psychic interpretation, that Joyce had “caught” the book via AUTOMATIC WRITING. That idea really got my attention! So much so that I decided to experiment with automatic writing myself.

I was home alone a lot out on the edge of Grandpa’s farm since both my parents worked, and it must not have been a school day. I set my ballpoint pen to paper, or was it a pencil. I cannot remember. And waited like I’d read about doing. Sure enough. I felt the psychic energy come into my arm and hand, and the pen began to write, ALL BY ITSELF! All I had to do was hold it up and watch. I suppose then as now there was an impression of voice in my head, psychic impressionistic clairaudience objectified in writing, but during that first experiment, nothing but a string of raw filth came spewing out. Every swear word, every dirty word or expression I ever heard or knew, and maybe some I didn’t, spewed forth and out! I was horrified and profoundly afraid. So I pulled back and stopped, vowing I’d never open to that again!

Just as I suspected. I was a totally evil boy, not a budding or natural psychic. I was a Christian, a Methodist, even though I’d begun to question what I heard in church. I even tried to read the entire Bible all the way through but never succeeded. And being the age I was, my adolescent frustrated sex urge was strong. I was a committed masturbator but only because I could not yet get girls. So, I knew I was probably on my way to Hell... in a hand-basket! Upon that psychic experience with automatic writing, I “closed the channel” and never tried the process again until twenty or so years had passed! But when the call to write came again, it was a whole different, and far better, story!

It was 1975, not 1951, and I meditated twice a day. By then I was already reading Tarot for clients. $5 a psychic card reading. I was no longer a college professor after 14 wonderful successful years of teaching, and I was in limbo about what to do with the rest of my life. Having been very successful as a teacher, I don’t know to this day why I didn’t simply wait out the year after Nixon’s budget cuts to Higher Education and make my return in glory. It as if I was psychically, spiritually overshadowed somehow, perhaps by my own High Self, and led to what turned out to be a greater, more satisfying, more growth-producing way of life.

One mid-afternoon, I sat on my sofa in my cheap upstairs apartment in Lansing, Michigan deep in meditation. Suddenly, a psychic voice came into my head and said, “Take up your pen and write.” During meditation I always kept pen and paper at my side in case a bright idea came in. Or a psychic experience I wanted to record. But that day, the day of a special psychic opening, was different. I obeyed, and after all those years, the pen scribbled quickly and smoothly, then doubled back in a swirl at the end of each line, no break, no stop. After my meditation I ran off to see my older lady friend and somewhat mentor, the psychic spiritualist Dorothy. She was delighted with my news.

Dorothy pronounced me then and there a natural psychic channel for Spirit, for the forces of God and Good. She gave me assignments, information I was to ask and receive for her. I passed every test. We were both delighted. Each time she forced money onto me, and told me that I was destined to do The Work. Spiritual work. And because it was to be my way of life, my career, I had to accept pay for services. She told me, and I never forgot, “A servant is worthy of his hire. You must never forget that.” And so it happened just as she predicted.                            

Automatic writing evolved and became a psychic channel for an inner plane grouping who has worked through me all these many years. My psychic process began when I was a guilt-ridden boy, and only resumed in a new and pure way after much life experience and learning. I had been chosen by Those of the Light in Spirit as a psychic vehicle, channel or mouthpiece here on material earth in service to real people suffering real problems. Once the psychic processes started working through me in a controlled way, I committed to The Work and never looked back. I became one of many vehicles, and like Jesus, I often quote, “Of myself I can do nothing. The Father doeth the Work through me”. God and I are one... Aum, Aum, Aum... 

 

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com