I remember moments. Certain indelible events take place during the course of my life that sear themselves into my brain and do not leave. I cannot remember what came before the event, what came after the event, or even precisely when the event occurred. I simply remember the moment.
As strange as it may sound, I remember the first shower I ever took. More precisely, I remember the moment I first washed my hair in the shower. I used Dad’s Johnson and Johnson shampoo, the kind that looked like the amber which held the dinosaur DNA in Jurassic Park. The disasterous fate which awaited me that morning superceded even that met by Jeff Goldblum and company.
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Last night in my dream I was talking to my dead cat. Being astrologist is not an easy task. People think that you are Jack-of all-mystical trades. Sometimes I was asked if I can materialize things, fly or talk to dead. Though I can’t do those things, it’s not entirely impossible as a sceptic might think. I know that this dream is not exactly “a dream”, a fruit of my imagination. My cat told me lots of things which definitely made some sense. My mother told me she once had a dream in which her pony she used to ride when she was a kid warned her about fire, which happened in a week time. So how it could be possible?
There is such a thing as brain frequencies which are usually measured in cps (cycle per second). Most generally those masters who are capable of creating objects and situations with their thoughts have brain frequencies up as high as 20,000 cycles per second, whereas the average person runs 40 cycles per second. More about this you can find from the excellent book “The holographic Universe” I came across recently.
So, with the new age occurring and dimensional barriers breaking down there will be a lot of communication between folks of the same brain frequency levels across many dimensions, that is not meant to be construed as “talking to the dead” as some overzealous Christians would like to imply.
What I think is: if there’s anything dead in our current world it is the worlds established religions. About everything else is alive, pulsing and can be tuned-in. Life is everlasting presence.
Maria Cohen
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“I’ve seen you where you never were
And where you never will be
And yet within that very place
You can be seen by me.
For to tell what they do not know
Is the art of the Romany.”
Have you ever thought about gypsies? What is it, being a gypsy: belong not to place but the road? Gypsies are famous for telling fortunes and for their craft, which is selling luck to everybody, while always insisting they have none. I tested this fact with an old gypsy woman selling amulets when I saw her last time: “What bâk the divvus?”-”What luck today?” “Kekker rya“-”None” was the reply, as usual, -”I never have any luck.” Being gypsy is like being a mirror that reflects all things but not itself, and shows you what it knows not.
That gypsy woman though knew her trade well, and was famous for her charm and luck bringing amulets: some were of very elaborated designs. I had to travel quite a way to meet her first time and once again few months later to take it; I have heard about people who waited for their amulets for years : “the time didn’t come yet”, or being refused to have one.
My one was a necklace; a string, made of a black thick horse tail hair, with silver coins, snake, a moon and stars on it and some knots; this string was adjourned with a little heart shaped nut and a chip of wood. “It will work as long as you believe in it”, said that woman. - “Never cut this string with knife and be careful not to lose it, otherwise your fortunes would be reversed”.
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I dream I could be 20 again, silly and in love. But I will never be. I wish I could start my life all over again and do things I really wanted to do with it. I wish to make mistakes and enjoy them. I wish to live without doubts. I want to be born again.
Maria Cohen
P.S. Here is a quote from Nadine Stair’s interview at age 85:
If I had my life to live over
I would dare to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax. I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been on this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I’d have fewer imaginary ones. Continue reading ‘I want to be born again’
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