Janice Pocket

January 27

Several young girls (ages 8-?) disappeared in Connecticut and Massachusetts in 1973 and 1974. News accounts made parents paranoid about letting children out of their sight. This was a good thing.
Janice Pocket was on a road in Tolland on her bike when she disappeared in broad daylight in 1973. Tolland is usually a quiet, safe suburb where nothing ever happens. She was eight years old. Her disappearance and the news accounts that followed caused a generation to be more wary of strangers, possibly saving many from harm.
I was the same age as Janice when she was taken. I remember the news reports… and the lingering fear, paranoia and bad feeling that accompanied them. I have often wondered what happened to Janice.
As a child, I had bad gut reactions to two wooded areas around Hartford. They felt ominous. I have visited them wondering why they seem so peaceful and beautiful up close, but I still don’t feel safe in them. I have a particularly strong feeling about Gay City State Park in Hebron, CT. I get a bad feeling whenever I drive by, but I have also been in the park and found it to be… beautiful and peaceful.
I have thought of Janice Pocket the last three times I have driven RT 85 past Gay City State Park. It is a nagging. I was wondering why recently, when I made the connection that she may be buried there. I do not know why this is coming up now except to guess that Janice Pocket wants to be found.
I would like her to be found, and her murder forced to take responsibility. I do not feel like I am in a position to do much. I was made aware of the cold case files in each state. I had a nagging to contact the State Police and did so in November. That caused anxiety.

Janice disappeared on a July day in 1973. Summer is a busy time at any park. I wondered how could she be buried there? Is that possible? Probable?
As I asked, I was given the information that the killer didn’t use the main entrance to the state park. Janice was taken there in the early evening (between 6-7:30). The man went then so that he could get into position to bury her after dark.
I was given a mental picture in sepia tones. In 1973, there was a clearing of trees there for some reason, possibly for utility poles, to the right of the main park entrance. The land rises a bit from the level of the road, I think that this area is to the right of the park entrance, but I am not sure. (I drove past and am unsure of where this could be- except for across the street from the entrance. I know that it can’t be seen now from the road possibly due to growth of trees.) He drove up a path, dirt road or access path for utility vehicles on a slight hill or large incline in the middle of this clearing of the trees. Someone is showing me that he drove halfway up the path then went to the left. I also have the impression of someone driving a large , brown, 4 door boxy car around the area, creeping around and looking around while in the area of the park that night.
As I wonder about the crime, I am given the impression of a white man in his early twenties (in 1973) but I cannot see him. I am being shown a wire tool, a piece of wire maybe 12-15” long with two pieces of wood (3”) at either end that may have been used in the murder. That may be his signature tool.
I am not very psychic. I occasionally get information for a reason. I assume that Janice is there and wants to be found, or someone who cares about her or the case wants her to be found… but it could be someone else there. Intuitive messages are about the final outcome, not the messages that get us there. Someone wants me to believe that Janice is there, maybe so that someone else could finally be found. They would use Janice Pocket as an image knowing that I have often wondered about her and might act.
My psychic abilities are not my strong suit yet so I am anxious about putting my credibility on the line. What if people do search and never find anything? I feel compelled to do this if only to do the right thing for whoever is there. I have not heard anything and was feeling a little relieved.
Sunday morning, I thought about a little 8year old girl looking for her butterfly in 1973…. And I saw a white van insert itself into the image. I saw a white van parked on the side of the road where I imagined she was last seen.
I got the picture of a modern van with the dark black windows in the back. Is it the one used in the commission of the crime then or what he drives now? Next, I got an impression of NY license plates. I feel a nagging to keep following up on this. I think that I must make another attempt to contact the State Police.

Janice, your family lost you but you saved a generation of us. I thank you for your gift. I learned to be aware of my surroundings because of your loss. Caution became natural. Trust of strangers is not automatic.
When I meet children who are shy, their parents try to force them to talk to me. I am trustworthy which people sense, but others are not. Ted Bundy conned many people in his prime. I comment that kids do not have to be friendly to strangers, they may have gut reactions to people which we should honor.

In the day and age of our newfound awareness of predatory priests, bad family friends and friendly evil strangers, let all children be as unfriendly as they feel the need to be.

In spiritual terms, Butterflies symbolize transmutation and the dance of joy. Ted Andrews (author of Animal Speak (2003) Lewellyn Publications) writes that butterflies symbolize transformation and change. There are times for personal transformations and it is better to embrace them. Also, "butterflies bring color and joy with them" (p. 340). We can all see the light when we behold a butterfly.

Animal Eulogies

The Neighbor’s cat


On a lovely August night, we tried to enjoy the deck. A cat appeared across the street. It went up to windows at the apartments across the way. It walked to the edge of the road and I became transfixed. It darted out into the road. I could hear a car coming but could not look away from the running cat. Would he make it across?
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He did not. Both of us saw the cat and neither of us will forget it. I was swearing at the cat for its stupidity (innocence, naivete, stupidity) as I ran outside to see if he could be saved.

I did reiki on the dying cat in the front yard. I knew to stop when I saw a cat head bounce upwards with angel wings on each side. That is the picture I get telling me that someone has passed away.

My boyfriend tried knocking on neighbor’s doors to find out who he belonged to. No one answered.

I do not think that the body matters after our death, but I think all animals deserve dignity in death, even road kill. We buried the cat in the side yard.

While digging, lines of verse kept appearing in my head. I imagined the cat ghost prowling the yard scaring bees, bugs and ants. I write bad ditties when I experience bad breakups or odd events. I don’t like poetry. I don’t appreciate poetry. I can’t write poetry. The following lines kept appearing as we dug dirt. Eventually, we discovered the cat’s identity as Smoky.

Seeing the cat get killed was traumatic. I am not going to lie. I was upset about it all night and all week.

I have a friend who rescues animals and she is passionate about cats being kept inside. I agree halfheartedly as I had let them out in the past. (Cats love the outdoors…. There are lots of bugs to torture and decapitate…..) Now, I live on a busy street so I would never let them out but it is a struggle to keep Chewy inside. He wants out!!!!! Seeing the senselessness of that cat’s end, I will never let him out.
My boyfriend wondered aloud why we had to see the cat get hit. He came to me later and said that he got a message. We witnessed it so we could tell our neighbors and their little boy what happened to their pet. We may have made the event easier on them.
Later, I imagined the place where I go to meet my spirit guides. Smoky the cat appeared by my side. He was huge in my sight with blue grey spiky bristly hair.( In real life, it was thin on the sides.) He was his best self in the spiritual realm. He was beautiful and majestic. He ran off to the woods nearby in the realm of spirit. He was onto better things.
Because I have an obsession with food, I worried about him having food to eat. Where would he find cat food here? As I thought this, bowls of cat food appeared nearby for the cat where I could see them. Then I remembered that we don’t need food after death. The bowls of cat food disappeared as quickly as they appeared.



Smoky, the Beautiful Russian Blue


Smoky the Grey was a true Russian Blue
The ladies thought him handsome, the gents did too.

Smoky lies here, all mice be afeared!!!!
(Be very, very afraid.......)

He made a mad dash,
His timing wasn’t good.
Home was all that he thought of,
From the spot where he stood.

Smoky lies here, all birds be afeared!!!
(Be very, very afraid…..)

Gentle with family,
Loving with friends
When he didn’t like the look of you,
There was no way to make amends

Smoky lies here, all squirrels be afeared!!!
(Be very, very afraid…..)

Bees, bugs and beetles knew to flee
Before the sight of his claw
They know what was to be,
It was tyranny near a taut kitty paw.

Smoky lies here, all creatures be afeared
(Be very, very afraid…..)

Don’t tarry, don’t linger
Don’t stand on this site.
Smoky the hunter awaits you
For a good snack tonight!!

Smoky the Brave hunter awaits you!!


We honor Smoky as we honor all beloved pets.
We remember you as a beloved member of the family.
We cherish you for your devotion and unconditional love,
We eulogize you with reverence, love and respect.

Smoky lies here, all cats be afeared
(But Ladies come hither…..)



I showed Smoky’s eulogy to people at work. A man commented that his backyard chipmunk had disappeared. He feared that he was dead. He had lived 4-5 years there. I saw the floating head that means someone has died. The chipmunk was gone too. I wrote this as I thought the man needed it. I don’t know that he appreciated it but I know that the chipmunk will know that he was loved.

Chikoo, the Chipmunk

Fast and fun,
You made me laugh.
This is why you’re remembered,
With this epitaph.

Brown and furry,
Always in a scurry,
Head cocked to one side,
You were my source of pride.

A yard partner,
A garden friend,
I was always glad to see you
I will miss you without end.

Greener grass, better nuts
You are onto better things.

I will join you someday
In the garden in the sky
There we will laze in the grass
And play in the sun all day.

Another Spiritual Healing

July 23, 2009

Lying in bed, I began to think about a co-worker with a heart problem. She had collapsed a few times. The issue was fat around her heart. Doctors had told her to lose weight before doing surgery. Interesting to me, she was not in any way heavy or large. Heavier people walk around every day without fat around the heart so I don’t understand the connection being made between her heart and her weight.

Thinking about her, I wondered if there was anything I could do. I have mentioned doing reiki three times. The second time, she went to google ‘reiki’. The third time, she agreed but we have yet at actually meet.

As I thought about her, I suddenly saw a gigantic sword standing in her body. The handle was above her head. The sword blade entered her body at the right shoulder. It passed through her heart and exited her body somewhere around her left hip. What a burden!! I watched, imaging my mesa swirling around her heart.

Hands appeared. Someone began to pull the sword up out of her body. Suddenly, magical sets of hands (6-8 hands?) surrounded her heart sending healing energy to her heart. Bear appeared and put his paws on her wounds (the exit wounds where the sword had been on her hip and shoulder). I think he did this to stop the bleeding but that is too literal. He may have been healing her. After a time, he disappeared.

Lion appears. (I have never seen one before! His mane fills my sight). He puts his paws on the exit wounds on her hip and shoulder. Then he licked her forehead (area of our third eye, opening of psychic sight, etc.) messing up her hair. I get the sense that Lion really likes her and wants her to have faith. (I wonder about what kind of faith but I am not privy to that information). Lion leaves.

Beings circle her with healing hands. I see the hands direct energy at her heart. Next, I see a pink heart, then a lemon yellow heart. Then I am shown that the heart is encased in black liquid (that is killing her).

A straw appears. Someone puts the straw in the black liquid and sucked it out. (Powerful shaman have done this process for years, often pulling out stuff that needs to be expelled. I am not in that category of shaman as a student.) The lemon colored heart then sat in its empty cased area where the black liquid had been. Next someone shot pink into the lemon colored heart, changing the color to pink. As it turned pink, the heart expanded to fill the space where the black liquid had been.

I now saw my coworker in a white silhouette. Suddenly, she inhaled deeply. Her chest expanded into a free deep breath. It looks like this made a difference to her. I saw this all play out like a 3-D movie. I am left with the question, will what I just saw help my co-worker in real life? Why am I seeing this? At the time I saw this, I had no idea of writing about it.

In theory, spiritual healing can reduce the need for physical illness. Despite this fact, I wonder if what I saw will help her. I also wonder if I could ever tell anyone at work what I saw.

Evil

Watched a TV show that depicted the random murder of the couple in Dartmouth, rural New Hampshire. The murderers were a sixteen and a seventeen-year-old boy. They did not know their victims. In fact, it seems that they drove across the border of Vermont to find someone to murder. The police, commentators and family all wondered how two teenagers could commit such a brutal, senseless crime. I wondered about it too. How could two young men do such a heinous thing? I was distressed.

Suddenly, I saw two walking white forms, each with a black mass in their chests where their hearts would be. I assume that is the spiritual picture of a sociopath.

It is believed that our hearts are organs of perception, not just vessels pumping blood. There is a field of awareness that emanates from our hearts. (Article: The Heart is an Organ of Perception). That may be how a dog wags from ten feet away when it sees a person who likes dogs, but dogs are also psychic.

The Q’ero of Peru believe that there is no evil in nature or the larger spiritual universe. Evil and manifestations of it are a human invention.

Spiritual Pictures

When I met him, he was an older man who had retired from a demanding career. I asked if he needed help on the project. His blunt answer stunned me, “It’s not rocket science.”

I replied, “No, it never was. Problem is, in the middle of it, I always wish I was done and I start dreading the cleanup.” He harrumphed in reply.

I decided that he was not a charming man.

 

A year later, this man is now suffering from some form of heart failure. I found this much out because I think he was upset enough about it to talk about it to a stranger. He needed to get worry off of his chest. He seemed to be concerned with the end of his life possibly coming quickly.

As a former medical doctor, he felt no need to actually explain what was wrong with his heart. I could not get details of what was wrong. It was not congestive heart failure. He was willing to tell me that his father had died of a heart attack so severe that the heart exploded open. His problem was genetic. There was also a suggestion of his father being a very angry man. The more I wondered what was wrong with his heart, the more I wished that there was something I could do to help. I began to ponder.

Could I offer to do reiki? Did I want to explain reiki? Could a shamanic healing help? Would I ever be able to explain shamanic healing to such a man?

The not so charming, sort of blunt and tactless man was a retired surgeon. He appeared to me to be the least receptive man I had yet encountered, and worse, if he decided to make fun of me, the others working on this project would know. My confidence failed me to act.

I drove along a quiet road, worrying about the man. Suddenly, I got a mental picture of a large, fist sized grey object rotating in space. It was his heart. It was grey and shriveled like a large walnut with deep crevices. As I marveled at that picture, it changed. Suddenly, three inch wooden spikes were sticking into the fist sized shriveled grey mass like cloves in a holiday ham. 

What on earth could happen to a heart to become so shriveled? What did the image mean?

My mind was reeling as I saw the heart turning. Then I saw two squirrels run and begin to work on the heart. All I could see was their backs and they worked furiously. I had a sense that they were chewing up the myriad wooden spikes covering his heart. A car pulled in front of me and I could see no more. Squirrels were working on his heart in the spiritual realm.

What does this work in the spiritual realm mean in the physical world? Would it help the man now? I have no answers.

I asked other healing friends what the images meant. I got a mix of answers such as don’t think so much about the pictures or stories. I asked one respected woman if I should offer to help with healing. She commented that it was probably his time to go. Then I became confused. Why do I need to see spiritual pictures of the problem if I am not supposed to do anything with the information?

 

 

Spiritual Helpers

 

Every healing brings specific spiritual beings for that individual’s healing needs. Different animals and spiritual beings appear each time. Some seem so off the wall that it is hard to tell someone what I see without wondering if it could sound made up. I have seen squirrels, a praying mantis, a komodo dragon, a moose and others arrive to help in their way. This is why real life can be a lot more interesting than fiction. Sometimes the spiritual being looks like a little street sweeper in a painter’s cap and matching overalls. I have seen disembodied hands appear and begin to work or once, to sew portions of the lightbody to heal it. Anything can happen. The beings that appear are particular to and have meaning for the person being healed.

A friend let me practice on her. I raised her light body (LEF) to about a foot off of her chest. The light body visually appears as if it were a layer of fluffy cloud or cotton ball material. The fluffy cloud of the lightbody becomes a stage on which the spiritual play of a healing plays out for the shaman to witness.

Among other things, the lightbody (LEF) is a form of etheric record of all our past lives. Past injuries can remain in the light body sometimes predisposing us to illness in that same area. Weapons that have injured or killed us can exist in the light body. Other times, people who have betrayed us can leave an imprint there. Often it just needs clearing and cleaning. Angelic beings will sweep it as if a stage, or buff it to a clean white glow.

Things will pop up from the light body. I have seen people dressed up in the iconic pilgrim costume pop up (I say iconic because historically, the early colonists wore English clothing not the black and white outfits seen in pictures) in the cloud. The pilgrim was the person in a past life where she burned at the stake as a witch. Someone said that they pulled a battle-ax out of my back during a healing. Once I saw an ex-boyfriend appear and he appeared to be smirking which indicated that he was not choosing love when acting in relation to that person.

During my friend’s healing, an angelic being began to rake the light body (cloud) and things popped up. Suddenly, two boxers appeared in the light body and began to bash each other as if in a boxing ring. Normally, if there is a dangerous being, a jaguar might go, tackle and devour it. In this case, nothing was happening. I began to get alarmed. The boxers were really swinging and hitting hard. Normally the spiritual healings are tame affairs. I wondered if I could do anything to help. Then, my analytical thinker emerged and I wondered if one of the boxers were my friend in a past life or an image of a conflicted relationship going on in this life. What did the images mean????

“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, Boom…” a gigantic grey elephant raced into the picture and stomped out the two boxers into the light body. The elephant came from across the front right side of me. Normally, animals appear as if they have been offstage. This one roared straight at me to get at the boxers. Even though this could be considered imaginary, I fell backwards in fear and surprise at the sight of an elephant. He loomed large in my view. Then I began to get distracted; how could an African elephant appear in a shamanic healing? He did and he got rid of the ‘problem’ of the boxers for my friend.

After it was all over, I told me friend about the elephant arriving. I felt crazy, she was delighted. “Wow! I always tell me kids that the biggest, strongest animal in the jungle is not a meat eater, but a vegetarian. That’s amazing.”

The Role of the Ego

Shamanism and the path of light are both about service to others. A shaman works to assist others with their personal problems and healing. It is a path of love. Shamans raise the issue to make it visible in the spiritual world where spiritual helpers do all the work. As needed, key animals, angels, or assorted spiritual beings will appear to do the healing task.

Reiki is about becoming a clear channel for healing energy (rei-ki) to pass through to another. The reiki energy stimulates the body’s own natural healing ability. The reiki practitioner does not do healing, just provides the way for the person in need to gain access to the energy. The practitioner is simply a conduit for the energy.

Spiritual work is not about fame or glory. It is actually devoid of both. Successes do not result in boosts for the ego, especially because it is about the service to others, not the healer.

I don’t talk much about my healing work. I get strange looks. I don’t feel love when I do. Guys on the dock have asked, “What other weird stuff are you into?” and I am afraid to ask about what they might be asking or referring.  A boss teases me about doing voodoo.

 I work near a dock where men lift and move heavy things all day. Occasionally, one gets hurt but can’t afford to stay home. It is hard to watch a big strong guy dragging himself along in utter agony. I have been driven to offer to do reiki just to end their suffering. This results in an awkward explanation of what reiki is on my part and, “Huh? Don’t think so!” on their part.

Despite this, one guy let me try doing reiki.  He’d been tensing up so much that one shoulder looked higher than the other as he walked. I did reiki as he sat and he said he could not feel anything. Despite this, he relaxed. Suddenly, he sank into the chair as if comfortable. After fifteen minutes, he said he felt better.He started to get up to go.  Really, twenty to twentyfive minutes of reiki is not long enough to do much good, but he had been in pain. Said he, “Man I feel great. That muscle relaxer that I took an hour and a half ago must finally be kicking in.”