In nearly every Tarot date I do, I include my client’s Meditative practice or Prayer in the reading. I do this because they are vitally important to maintaining true happiness. And although I spend time discussing this in readings, I never have long enough to discuss the great benefit of these practices in everyday life. So, let’s BLOG about it!
Meditation or spending time in what I call, “Prayer State” is vitally important to maintaining a positive mindset. A positive mindset should be the goal in everyone’s life. You can have a house that is beautiful, money in the bank, living the big life, but it all means NOTHING if you are deeply unhappy. Ask the celebrities who, “have it all,” but turn to drugs and alcohol because they are still unhappy. Basically, unhappy mind means an unhappy life.
Let us start by discussing “Prayer State.” I coined this term for people who use Prayer as a form of meditation. Prayer State is defined by a deep, meaningful period of time spent connecting your spirit to the divine through prayer. In Prayer State, you can prepare yourself for the day ahead, connect to the divine, and bring fourth peace from within your spirit. In Prayer State, do not fear asking the divine for things that will help you along your day; for example, peace and strength. These blessings are immediate and they are your right for being a spiritual being on a human journey.
There are many different types of meditation: Single-Focus, Analytical, Transcendental, Mantra, and what I call “Walking Meditation”… to name a few. In Single-Focus meditation, one focuses on a single thought or image that brings fourth something from within their life. In Analytical Meditation, you use reason and logical rationale to bring about peace of mind.
Transcendental meditation is a widely used method for developing the mind through repeating certain sounds. Mantra meditation is what I do and I have received great benefit from doing it. Finally, we come to something I call Walking meditation. This is when you can meditate while wide awake and going about your day.
Meditation is extremely important and should be done several times throughout your day, starting in the morning. Why is it important to begin your day this way? Because your mindset at the start of the day will determine how you go about the rest of your day. If your mind is right, fresh and free, you will be more resilient as you go about your day. Conversely, if you ignore this part of your day, your mind is already off balance and you are more likely to lose your goods over the smallest of things. So, please start your day, every day, with meditation or Prayer State.
How does one meditate? You begin by finding a quiet spot in your home and withdraw from any distractions… this includes your phone. I think we can all agree that nothing is more unsettling than the information that comes through Social Media, News, and gossip. The very worst thing you can do is start your day staring at your phone or watching the television.
After you have withdrawn from the distractions of the world, take a deep breath and begin. Your eyes should be soft and gently open. While it is best that your eyes be open, that isn’t the only way to start your meditation. Closed eyes make it easier to block the world around you and more quickly dive deeper into your meditation. The main goal is to focus so hard on meditating that you are indifferent as to what your eyes are doing. So, don’t make a big deal out of this. But ultimately, your goal is to meditate with eyes open so that you can achieve peace of mind while wide awake; fully taking in sensory information and stimuli. This is a key part of Walking Meditation.
Once you have achieved this step, breathe. Breathe in love, breathe out hatred. Breathe in positivity, breathe out anger. Breathe in joy, breathe out anxiety. Focus on your breath, slow it down and allow it to take you deeper into your meditation. This may take several minutes, but it is a vital step. Nobody achieved enlightenment by breathing like they have just swum the English Channel. Slow, steady, mindful breathing is best.
Next, you will need to decide what you would like to bring forth from your life. What are your options? I think the following are the most important traits to focus on: wisdom, compassion, courage, peace, forgiveness, love, and life-force-energy. Focus on each of these one at a time, until you embody them all.
If you need to conjure an image that helps you do this, that it fine. Many people use the Buddha, as he embodied all of these traits. Others use Jesus or Muhammad; especially, if they are using Prayer State as their form of meditation. I myself use an honorable object of devotion, or a Gohonzon; a scroll that embodies the very best of the Buddha and his highest teaching, the Lotus Sutra. I focus on the Gohonzon and repeat the Mantra, Nam Myoho Renge Kyo. Use whatever works for you! If you find that you do not need an external point of focus, develop an image that conjures compassion, patience, and love. Regardless of what works for you, devote all of your focus on that image or thought.
Do not allow your mind to be swayed by past or future events. Do not allow yourself to focus on things that seem beyond your control. Having said that, our minds are so clogged up with other stuff, it is hard to keep such determined focus. If your focus wavers, do NOT judge yourself or think you are failing at this practice. Instead, simply return to your image, thought, or point of focus. If you are just starting out meditating, this may prove to be the hardest part. The more you devote yourself to this, the easier it will be to maintain focus. Again, this won’t be easy and it will take effort. Stay calm and mindful, bringing your point of focus back to the forefront.
After you maintain this point of focus, allow yourself to be enveloped by it. Allow the harmony to sweep over your body. Allow compassion to wash away your indifference. Allow the joy to conquer your depression. Do this for an extended period of time. Don’t get a glimpse of greatness, think you’re done, and then move on with your day… Instead, sit with your joy, compassion, and forgiveness. Ingrain the goodness into your spirit, soul, and mind. You want to do this with such determination that you have stamped these wonderful qualities into your life.
During Single-Focus meditation, you would go one trait at a time. For example, if you need more forgiveness in your life, focus on forgiveness. Do not stop until you feel that forgiveness resonate throughout your entire being. Once you have achieved this, seal it into your spirt, and then move on to the next point of focus. If you are using analytical meditation, find reason why you need love, and peace of mind in your life and how you can live better by embodying them. Analyze what these things are and why the world would be a better place if we all lived in them. In Prayer State, do not stop praying until you feel the love, compassion, and joy.
Quickly, we’ll discuss Walking Meditation. Walking meditation is done in a similar way. You focus on what you need, breathe, and calm the mind, but you do it as you are going about your day. Say your boss is giving you Hell and you are about to snap. Immediately, stop yourself from losing it. Focus on them, find compassion for them, and then go on about your conversation. What if you struggle with road rage? Soften your eyes, breathe, keep both hands on the wheel and know that you WILL reach your destination and that this experience is only temporary. Is this easy? NOT AT ALL. But with more practice, you will find yourself happier and happier, no matter what happens throughout the day. Personally, I see something displeasing happening and I quietly chant to myself. I breathe, maintain awareness, and focus on bringing the meaning of that Mantra into my actions; right then and there. With enough practice, Walking Meditation becomes easier and easier.
Meditation doesn’t always need candles and incense. They are nice additives, but are not absolutely necessary. Similarly, Prayer State does not require a church, a Priest, and a Choir. When I chant, I light 2 white candles, make various offerings, I ring a bell… the whole 9! But, if I were without these things, it would not stop me from practicing. This is because I know that the goodness I seek is inherently present in my life. I know that I don’t need a building with stained glass windows and a room full of people to bring forth my highest potential for greatness. The same goes for you, you are no different. The goodness, peace, love, and joy you seek are already inside of you. Reach into your spirit and bring them out!
In closing, I hope that this has helped you understand meditation a little better. I hope that you take my advice and start your day by bringing forth the best version of yourself. I hope that you take these various forms of Meditation into your life, incorporate them, and allow them to help you make your life better. At the very least, I hope that this entry brought you peace and closer to your ultimate happiness.
All My Love,
P.S. At the end of your day, you should always pray or meditate on the gratitude you feel for making through another day. Doing a morning meditation and an evening meditation will bring a rhythm to your life! Close your day and open your day like this, you will thank me once you have accomplished it!
Recently, I received an email that wasn’t the most positive I have ever received. They had several things to say, none of it was pretty. But because I am not one to shy away from being open and honest, I am gonna have to BLOG about it.
I am not writing to request a reading from you. I don’t know why anyone would want one. You are a self righteous and self absorbed (BLEEP.) My friend had a reading with you and she says that you were rude, interrupted her and mean spirited. You don’t care about people. You didn’t care about her or any of the people you read. Stick to reading tweets and stop reading Tarot.”
Let us rip this apart, shall we? First of all, the last thing anyone could say is that I don’t care about the wellbeing of those I read. After each and every reading, I make it a point to stress that I am available to my clients 24/7. If there is ever a moment in their life that they are struggling with, they know that I am only a message or call away. I have responded to clients as late as 3 or 4 in the morning. I do this because many other readers take your money, read your cards, and then say “Good Luck!” I do the very opposite of that. I spend hours and hours a week interacting and supporting my clients. Please ask anyone of them.
“Stick to reading Tweets and stop reading Tarot.” I gotta say, that is very smart! I do love a Tweet, I will never deny that! But I will say that I am daily sent messages from people that confirm my readings and the great benefit those readings have on their lives. Just yesterday, I received a phone call from a client who said, “Ken, do not ever doubt your talents. You are a gifted reader and nailed my new boyfriend and our first date to the smallest detail.” Again, I do love a Tweet, but my talent for doing what I do cannot be denied. If you would like confirmation of this, go check out the Testimonials Page on this site. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
In the email, she says that I interrupt and that I am rude. I am sure that it may seem that way. This is because I have a very short period of time to read for people. If you book me for 30 minutes, I have got to give you your money’s worth and leave you with profound information that will positively affect your life. If I empathically pick up that you are dancing around an issue or being dishonest, I will call you out on it. I do not and will not coddle people. I am not going to waste your time and I ask that you don’t waste mine. If all I have is 60 minutes, I have got to get to the point. Other readers will permit this so that they can coast through a reading and do very little to earn their keep, that ain’t me.
As for being self-righteous and self-absorbed… this is only someone’s perspective of me and I cannot change that. Is it rooted in truth? Maybe a little. Why do I say that? Because the great Lucille Ball said something once that I have engrained into my soul: “You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world. Love yourself first and everything else falls into place.” So, that is what I do and what I encourage all of my clients to do. If we are going to make anything out of our lives, we have got to love ourselves. And for that, I will never apologize. Do I consider myself to be higher than anyone else? Not at all. But I will say, I do not suffer people who do not respect themselves or those around them. If that makes me sound high and mighty, so be it. My intensity, time, and interest are reserved for those that reflect it back at me.
Having said all of this… I must admit that I tracked down this person and her friend. I understand the source of all of this and I find it amusing. This is a person who came to me with all of her problems and zero ambition to change any of it. She wanted me tell her what she wanted to hear, tell her it was everyone else’s fault, and that she was amazing. Well, that didn’t happen. I put it to her straight: most of this is your fault and if you aren’t willing to change, nothing positive will come from any of this. Needless to say, she didn’t care for that. Do I regret how I handled it? Nope. Sometimes in life, you need someone to look you in the face and get real. You need someone who tells you that you are up your own ass and that you need to do something about making your life better. That person is me.
If you want someone to hold your hand, tell you what you want to hear, and waste your time… go somewhere else. I don’t have the time, energy, or patience for all of that. But if you are looking for someone who will teach you to love yourself, be there for you, and be real with you, I am your guy. I am not a Parlor Trick, nor am I a one trick pony. I don’t half-ass anything and I refuse to take someone’s hard earned cash without giving them the absolute most I possibly can. I proudly stand behind who I am, what I do, and how I do it. Keep those e-mails coming!
All My Love,
The reoccurring question over this past week has been, “How do I build my Intuition?” I hear this question two to three times a week, but I heard it multiple times during this week’s readings. Am I a specialist in this category? Nope. However, I have worked my entire life to build my intuition and I want to share my journey with you. So, let’s BLOG about it.
The first step in establishing your intuition is pretty simple: CLEANSE. Cleanse yourself, cleanse your home, and cleanse your chakras. A clean environment and vessel will allow pure information to come through to you. You can accomplish this by going to an Energy Worker, a Shaman, or Smudge yourself. If you want more information on this, please refer to my previous blog on Cleansing.
After you have cleared the way for your intuition to come through, it is time to understand your gifts. This comes as a result of meditation. Quieting the mind allows you to access your inner voice, or see your visions more clearly. How you meditate is up to you. Go to YouTube, find some guided meditations, or get yourself a Mantra; the compassionate, “Om Mani Padme Hum” has been used for ages! Personally, I chant. I chant the Buddha’s highest teaching, Nam Myoho Renge Kyo. Either way, quiet the mind and make way for your intuition to come forward to you.
Once you have an idea of how you receive your information, find others who are also intuitive. Birds of a feather flock together. So, being near other Psychics/Intuitives will allow you a support group of like-minded people. Nothing hurts like those who don’t support you. If you are receiving information, but everyone around you calls you crazy… chances are good that you will abandon your intuition and give up. So, find your tribe and stick to them! They are your best resource for furthering your Psychic journey.
Up to this point, you have cleared the way to receive Psychic information, understood your gifts, and surrounded yourself with a support group. The next step is to TRY IT OUT! How you do this is up to you! You can gaze into a crystal ball, tea leaves, Tarot Cards, or just sit quietly and allow your intuition to step forward. Basically, find what turns on your intuition and use it. No matter what you choose, keep a journal. Keep track of your “feelings,” dreams, hunches, and predictions. Refer back to this journal to confirm what you are feeling, hearing, or seeing. You will find that you have way more hits than misses. So, try using your abilities and keep track of your results.
Lastly, you gotta trust your gifts! When someone tells you that you were right, write it down in your journal. When you find that you hit something on the head, put it in your journal. Look back at these when you begin to doubt yourself. I find that spoken affirmations help the most. Before I begin my Readings, I always speak affirmations out loud. “I have a powerful gift, I am an amazing Reader. I give accurate information to those who come to me for it. I am KenBoggle and I am a master Tarot Reader and Psychic Intuitive.” I say this over and over again to solidify who I am and what I am capable of. Nothing will destroy your hard work quite like doubt. There is no room for doubt, zero room. So, trust yourself and your gifts. In the end, you will find that you are your best supporter and your confidence to be your best asset. Never doubt, not even for a second.
Does doing all of this guarantee that you will never be wrong? Nope. You will never be 100% accurate. Why? Because at the end of the day, you are still human… not a machine. Remember this and give yourself a break. If you harp on your misses, instead of your hits, you will slowly fall into doubt and eventually give up. Doubt is the kiss of death for your newly discovered abilities. So, don’t obsess over this; instead, find comfort in it. You will find it liberating and your readings will be even more accurate because you have freed yourself from the pressure of always being right.
So there you have it, a guide to rediscovering your inherent Psychic gifts. Consistently incorporate these steps into your life. In time, you will trust these gifts more and you will find yourself transformed by doing so. Don’t forget, we all have our own level of Psychic talent within us. It may take you longer to achieve this than others and that’s okay. Feel no pressure, take your time, and stay positive. Trust that you are gifted, believe in yourself, and exercise your Psychic muscle often. And in time, you will awaken to your own gift and live openly as the Psychic you have always been.
All My Love,
So much has happened, lately!!! I got some items of interest to pass along to you AND I got huge news to share with you! Which, is amazing because we have all been under the great cosmic pressure of Mercury in retrograde. But now that Mercury is getting it together and the dust has settled, I wanna share this awesome stuff with you! So, let's BLOG about it!
First of all, I recently faced a decision that would have greatly changed how I do what I do. There was a job offer that came my way that I have been wanting for quite some time. But in my heart of hearts, I feel like it was a test to see how committed I am to the dream of Tarot By Ken.
We have all had these moments... where you're just about to make a huge leap in your dream, but then something familiar and more stable comes along to distract you. So I did what I encourage all of you to do, NOT GIVE UP. I passed on the job offer and made a renewed determination to give Tarot By Ken even more of my attention and focus.
Thankfully, my husband was there to keep my dream in focus. He explained that if I took on even a Part Time job, I would have to rearrange my schedule and my clients. Beyond that, I would be limiting my ability to take last minute Tarot Dates and Tarot Parties. How do I know I made the best decision? 2 hours after I passed on the job, I was messaged an invitation to read for a Tarot Party of 8... something I would not have been able to do if I accepted that position.
In other news, Tarot By Ken and KenBoggle are internationally Trademarked!!! For the longest time, I thought we already were... but it wasn't official, we had merely filed an application. I received the official word late last week... when I needed some good news pretty bad. My Attorney sent me the Gold Seal of TM application acceptance! From this day on, we own not only the company, but the name of the company on EVERY level! We own the site, the trademarks, and the umbrella of KenBoggle! For a kid that grew up not knowing what he'd do with his life, this is a monumental thing for me. I am grateful for it, but believe me... I paid for it and it wasn't cheap. Was it worth it? For this moment alone, YES.
Onto a huge announcement~ After an extended break, the KenBoggle Podcast will resume broadcasting Tuesday, August 2nd at 9pmEatern. This means that you can log onto Spreaker.com every Tuesday night and spend 1 hour with me!!! This is the 4th Season of the Podcast and I am so ready for it! I feel like I have been gone for a long time and I guess I have, almost 6 months!!! While we have been on break, I have had so many people who've gone to the site and listened to past episodes of KenBoggle. I love that so much, I can't even describe.
With a new Season of KenBoggle, comes new imagery for KenBoggle. The closer we get to August, everything will be changing. The site will be closed for a 24 hour period to redesign. We'll be going for lighter, softer imagery on the website this Season. Beyond that, the business cards AND the posters will change. The good news on that end is that the Photoshoot has already happened and I am simply waiting for the amazing photos to be turned over to me. Once I've got them, we make the choice of what images define KenBoggle for another year. The chosen images will make their first debut on Social Media. Everything from Instagram to Google+ will have to change! Wish me luck and patience with this!
Lastly, I have committed myself to do more public appearances and readings. I already do the monthly Mystical Paranormal Fair and will be adding Psychic Sundays! Psychic Sundays happen once a month, the Sunday following the Mystical Paranormal Fair. That way, if you missed me at the MPFair, you have a chance to see me the following weekend. Beyond that, there are several other festivals that I am planning on attending. I will give you more information on those as soon as the details are confirmed! So, stay tuned to the Podcast... a lot of the information will be announced there.
After the shit show that was last week, I needed all of these great things to fall in place. Lately, I have had catastrophe after catastrophe. All of these blessings and each of you, made it so much better. I can't tell you how many of you reached out to me and offered support. I thank you all for that, from the bottom and top of my heart.
While I am a Light Worker that helps others out of the darkness of their lives, I have to battle the darkness in my own life. You'd think this would make it easier for me to battle my own demons, but you'd be wrong. I'm not sure why, but when the darkness comes for me... it comes with ferocity. However, with your support and some blessings in my life, I am again seeing the light. Am I 100%? Not really, but it beats lying in the dark... in the fetal position. Thanks again for the support and good vibes, y'all.
Now let's get up, dust ourselves off and get ready for all of these great things ahead!
All My Love,
Behind every great woman is an amazing Psychic. Many famous women throughout Hollywood and infamous women throughout history have frequented Psychics, Readers, and Astrologers. In fact, some of the greatest women to have lived had a Psychic in their pocket! It’s an amazing and fun topic so, let’s blog about it.
We all remember the Dionne Warwick and Psychic Network infomercials. But paid advertisements and commercials like that barely cover the scope of the Celebrity – Psychic relationship. Beyond celebrities, many powerful and influential women turned to the stars for direction and guidance. But celebs are fun so, let’s start there!
Some of the biggest Actresses in Hollywood have visited Psychics! Angelina Jolie, Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Kardashian, and Cameron Diaz have all reportedly sought out Psychics and Readers. Allegedly, Ms. Diaz often consults a Psychic regarding her love life. And in a recent episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians, Kim K. consulted Psychic Jon Edward regarding her difficulty conceiving a child.
Even Chelsea Handler, famous Comedienne and Talk Show Host, asked Psychic/Medium James Van Praagh to contact the other side on her behalf. Reportedly, Praagh confirmed Handler would not be a mother, but that the spirit of her deceased mother visits her. I found this to be most surprising… I never guessed Chelsea Handler to be the Metaphysical type!
Ms. Handler isn’t Praagh’s only client, either! Sources say that music legend and Icon, Cher has visited Praagh. After the death of Cher’s ex-husband Sonny Bono, Cher sought out Praagh’s services. The story goes like this… Sometime after Sonny’s passing, Cher went to Praagh and asked that he contact Sonny on her behalf. Cher told friends that during the reading she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. This meant quite a lot to Cher, as it was Sonny’s “little trademark.” Although Cher and Bono had divorced years and years before his passing, their connection remains strong – even transcending death. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall during that reading!
Tina Turner, one of the most influential women in my life, also needed to a Psychic Medium’s intervention. PsychicReach.co.uk has an amazing tale of Turner using a Psychic Medium to contact the spirit of a smoking entity… a pipe smoking entity. Allegedly, Tina has never smoked and refuses to have smoke around her. So when this entity started lighting up, Tina was having none of it. Apparently, this entity was very unhappy with the renovation to his home and was sending smoke signals to voice his displeasure. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll read Tarot for Tina?!
Beyond the Psychic Seekers of Hollywood, one of the most powerful women in history frequented a Soothsayer. The Virgin Queen herself, Elizabeth I met with Astrologer, Occult Philosopher, and Mathematician John Dee. He met Elizabeth when she was still a Princess and under house arrest via her estranged sister, Queen Mary. Not only did he provide the Queen with Horoscopes and Astrological guidance, he also gave advice for the explorers of the “New World.” It is my understanding that Dee was so treasured by the Queen, he was given a place in Elizabeth’s court and even received payment for his services to Her Majesty.
Of course, not all famous women visit Psychics. Some don’t have to, considering that they are somewhat Psychic themselves! Meryl Streep, Lady Gaga, and even Joanna Lumley of Absolutely Fabulous fame- all have Psychic tales to tell. It is said that Gaga believes that we are never truly alone and was reported to say that ghosts have followed her on tour. Gaga has also been quoted to say that the spirit of Designer Alexander McQueen regularly gives her guidance… even helping Gaga pen the hit, Born this Way. I wonder if McQueen’s estate will be receiving royalties for that little ditty.
Why did I consider this topic important enough to BLOG about? My answer is simple... I would not be where I am today without the patronage of women. Beyond that, if it were not for women like my Granny, Aunt Caroline, and Patti Starr, I would have never even picked up a deck of cards.
Every day, I read for the most supportive and amazing women I’ve ever met. They may not be Actresses, heads of state, or Rock stars, but they are angels to me... real-life angels. Without the support and business of whom, I am certain Tarot By Ken would not exist. So, this one is for you ladies! It is my pleasure and honor to read for you. And I thank you from the depths of my heart for giving me the chance.
All My Love,
The house next door sat quiet for most of the day. Solemnly, I stood at my back door and watched over the house… anticipating was what about to happen later that evening. Over and over, I played out various scenarios of how the cleansing and blessing would go. As I paced the kitchen floor, I prepared myself mentally and spiritually for the task ahead of me. I was about to go into a tragic mess of open energies, trapped spirits, and a wall of violent negativity… the gravity of it all was not lost on me.
Steve, the leader of this cleansing, arrived at our house at 10:30p.m., by way of my husband. The two came in, we hugged, and began to discuss what we were about to do. As this was the first blessing I have ever done, I looked to Steve for guidance and instruction. I wanted to make it clear that I in no way consider myself an expert in this and I think Steve appreciated that. “We are about to cleanse this home, release the trapped spirits, shut down the darkness, and learn as a result.” Steve said. I was comforted by his directness and control.
“I am not one to go into a situation like this with disrespect,” he explained. “I go in with options. It is up to the energy or spirit to decide the course of action.” Steve isn’t some bouncer-turned Paranormal Investigator, with an antagonistic approach and a foul mouth. Instead, Steve is a respectful man, a trained Shaman, and an experienced Exorcist. Again, I felt comforted by all of this. We were in good hands.
Once our plan was in place, the three of us left my home and headed toward the house next door. It had rained most of the day and clouds covered the moon. The wind blew and the trees swayed, creating an unsettling rustling around us. Aside from the white candle I carried and the amber street lights, there was only darkness.
We went to the door and put in the key. And like before, the lock was resistant. “Let us in,” Steve repeated in a stern tone. “Let us in.” A second later, the lock gave way and we opened the door. And just like before, the thick air hit me directly in the face. What was in that home knew we were there and wasn’t pleased at all. We all felt it, not one of us was immune to the dense animosity.
Steve walked throughout the home, making notes to himself aloud. “This house is like an onion, there are many - many layers.” He went on to confirm several energies I had encountered nights before when Robert and I walked the home. “We have one adult woman, one child, and the dark entity that is upstairs. He already knows we’re here.” And he did, I can attest to that.
We all looked up into the cutout window that overlooked the Living Room from the Master Bedroom. The entity was there, blocking any light from penetrating into the bedroom. “I see you and I’ll deal with you in a minute.” Steve declared. Internally, I could hear maniacal laughter and could feel the tension rise. This entity meant business, nobody could deny that.
As we walked into the kitchen, Steve began to pace the kitchen floor. There was an energy there and he was picking up on it. My husband Robert went to Steve’s side and confirmed that a presence was there. That is when I saw her, the same entity I had seen in the window upstairs. “That’s her! That is the woman from the upstairs bedroom,” I muttered.
“What’s her name?” asked Steven. I kid you not, as the sentence was leaving his mouth, I heard the name Theresa in my ear. There was no way I could have known what he was about to ask and I most certainly didn’t expect the response to his question to be whispered to me. I shared this with Steve and he agreed. “She paced here, back and forth, anxiously waiting for ‘him.’” I explained.
Steve held out his hand and felt for the tale-tale temperature dip one experiences when a spirit is present. Once he locked in on her, he asked that she take his hand. At first, her spirit was reluctant. She needed ‘his’ permission. She wanted ‘him’ to let her know it was okay to leave. Whoever ‘he’ was, he had his hooks in her. As in life, he was keeping her captive.
I began a dialogue with her, explaining that this was her journey and that it was her decision to move on. In my mind’s eye, I could see her looking out into the Living Room, waiting for him to turn a corner and catch her with us. “Don’t be afraid of him anymore. This is about you,” I pleaded. “Theresa you have got to do something for yourself for a change.” Like many women in our everyday lives, Theresa had given it all to someone who used and abused her. She traded self-care for family care, ignoring her own needs and ignoring her own safety. Once she recognized this, she grasped my hand and tears filled my eyes. “It’s time to go, Theresa.” After chanting and calling upon the heavenly protectors, we passed Theresa into the light.
The very moment Theresa left the house, the temperature plummeted to a chilling 59 degrees. Paranormal cold like this happens; especially, when a negative spirit is absorbing energy to manifest. “It is freezing,” Robbie mouthed. We all shook our heads in agreement. It was bone chilling cold and about to get colder.
After developing something of a “safe-area” in the kitchen to pass these innocent spirits along, we headed to the room underneath the stairs. “Ken, when you said somebody had done something dark in this room, you were right,” Steven confirmed. “Someone played with the Ouija Board, Necromancy, something.”
Through no guidance from me or Robert, Steve went directly to the cubbyhole in the back of the room. “There is something here,” Steve said to himself. “What is here? What’s here?” Deeper and deeper he went into the cubby, and came out with 2 plastic balls. “What are these?” Steve asked.
“Those are hair tie balls that you put in a little girl’s hair. They used to have them in the 80’s and 90’s.” Rob and I explained.
Steve nodded in agreement, "There is a young girl attached to these. Like an anchor, they keep her here." He handed me the plastic pieces and explained that two things could be done. We could either burn them, or use them as a way to pass her along. We all agreed that passing her on was for the best.
We connected to the spirit and lead her to the kitchen where the safe area had been established. The white candle flickered, lighting the room just enough so that the three of us could see what we were doing. I got on my knees, held out my palm, and felt the chilling touch of an unseen hand. “Sweetheart, it is time to go,” I encouraged her. “Trust me; I am here to help you. It is time to walk into the light." Again, we called upon the heavenly protectors to lead her into light. “Heal her, make her whole, protect her, and carry our little sister into the light,” I pleaded. I took a deep breath in and as I exhaled, I could feel her tiny hand letting go. She was elated.
Was Theresa on the other side to pull the child through? I don’t know. All I know is that she was gone and she would no longer be prisoner in that house.
At this point, there was little more to do on the 1st floor. With angst and trepidation, the three of us went to the staircase. I was interested to see if Steve would feel the resistant force on the stairs. Would he be able to pick up on the swirling energy and darkness that pressed against me nights before?
Halfway up the staircase, Steve stopped dead in his tracks. The force of the energy was so strong, Steve swayed backward. I heard the bones in his wrists and in his back pop. “Let us pass,” Steven demanded. When he did, Rob took protective oils and anointed the staircase wall. “This will prohibit his darkness from escaping back down the stairs.” Steve expounded.
At the top of the stairs, Steve asked us if we could feel the heat. The upstairs almost felt like a separate building unto itself. The air was much thicker, almost stagnant and much warmer. Which is shocking, considering that the upstairs windows were all cracked open.
We went into the children’s bedroom, the place where I had first encountered Theresa. I expected that nothing would be in this room, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. In the corner, hunched over with her head lowered, sat a young girl. I couldn’t see her face… all I could see was her dark and tangled hair. She was weeping, frightened and alone.
Steve extended his hand to this spirit and quickly realized that she was petrified, unable to move. “This is where she was told to hide,” Steve expounded. “She is scared and we need to help her.” As he spoke, I could hear a wheezing in his lungs. “I can’t breathe; I’m having an asthma attack. But it isn’t me, it’s her.” Through the gasps of air, Steve instructed us on how to pass this spirit along and so we did.
In the corner of this room was yet another cubbyhole. In that cubbyhole was a swirling of energy and air. There was a naturally occurring vortex there that needed to be closed off. We each took turns placing our hands into the cubbyhole. You could feel the movement of air within it and Rob experienced the static electricity that he had in our initial visitation. Rob went into the cubby, braver than I had ever seen him. He knelt to his knees, felt the energy and spun it in reverse; effectively shutting off this energy flow. After he finished, the air in the space was no longer moving and the static electricity had dissipated. However, we were far from finished... we still had the overwhelming dark energy to deal with and he wasn’t alone.
“He is holding one last child captive. He is threatening that if we go into the Master Bedroom after him, he will hurt the child.” Steve warned us. “We’re gonna have to go in there and pull the child out. I will hold back the negative spirit while the two of you take out the child and pass it along.” Steve instructed.
We busted into the Master Bedroom and it felt like we were walking into a sauna. The air was heavy and made it hard to breathe. Steve forced his way toward the closet and then toward a back wall. “Grab the kid, Ken. Grab him now and take him downstairs.” Quickly, I went toward the closet. I connected with the spirit of the youngest child, a little boy. I lead this child’s spirit into the kitchen and began to pass him into the light.
“It is time for you to go, little buddy. You need to move on from here,” I whispered.
“Ken, if you want to reach this child, you are gonna have to be tough. He has been held down by this negative energy for far too long. You have to get stern!” Steve shouted.
“Little man, it is time to go! You have to leave this house and you have to leave right now!” I shouted. “The angels are here for you, they are going to watch over you, so you have to leave! Leave right now!” All of the sudden, peace filled my heart. I knew the child was finally free. Overwhelming joy came over me, this little fella was finally at rest.
And then, the time had finally come… we needed to deal with the angry, resentful, and nasty spirit that had been holding this household hostage for so long. The time had come to deal with the darkness. We began by blocking off the exits. Using various blessed oils, Rob anointed the windows, and door frame; essentially, sealing in this nasty force.
“I told you I was coming for you,” Steve quipped. “Now I am here and there is nowhere to go. There is no one to hold captive and there is nothing else you can do. You have to face me.” Rob and I chanted in the background. We were surrounding Steve and ourselves in protective white light. “Tell him to leave, guys. Push him out of this house.”
“You have got to go!” I shouted.
“There is nothing and nobody left for you here!” Rob affirmed.
“No more games, no more haunting, no more you!” I could feel my throat tighten and the room grow hot.
Steve continued to wrestle with the darkness in front of him. The house moaned and the floor almost seemed to shake. I kid you not, the room rumbled. We were in the midst of a spiritual clash and I have never witnessed anything quite like this before. “Leave!” we shouted in unison. “Leave!!!!” Once again, the wind blew and the trees swayed, and just like that… the malevolent entity had been removed.
To further secure the home, Rob and Steve smudged the house. I followed close behind them, clutching my prayer beads in one hand and holding a light with the other. We walked from room to room, smudged corner to corner, and even smudged the perimeter of the property line.
When we were finished, you could tell a major difference in the home. The temperature became steady, the house stopped rumbling, and we could all breathe again. Most interesting though, was that light seemed to penetrate more of those once dark places. The darkness had been dispelled and the home was accepting the light in again. Our work was done.
I left the house next door a changed man. This had been my first cleansing and I was slightly worse for wear. I was exhausted, tired, and quite hungry. But all of this meant very little in comparison to what we accomplished. The entities that had plagued the owners of that house were gone. The house that had haunted me for more than a year had been cleansed and the woman who cried out for my help all those months ago was finally at rest.
I slept easy last night. I felt secure in the work we did and hopeful for the new family about to move into the house. I spoke to the mother just this morning and gave her all of the instructions she would need to maintain this peaceful home. I told her to clear away clutter, let the light in, laugh often, and to live in love.
The house next door is haunted no longer.
All My Love,
More than a year ago, my husband bought me a house. I loved everything about this house, with exception to one thing, the house next door. The house is a lovely house on the outside.. unassuming and wrapped in vinyl. but it was what I felt coming from inside the house that scared me. For weeks, I felt like there was someone watching me from an upstairs window. When I would look, nobody would be there. Not too long after that, I would come to make out the shape of a woman. As time progressed, more details about her became visible. I would often see her crying, beating on the window, lost in the depths of despair. I kept this to myself, mostly… with the exception of close friends and my husband.
Then recently, I went up to the neighbors who own the house. I said, “Ma’am, I am Ken Boggle. I am a Tarot Card Reader and I wondered if I could talk to you about your house. I don’t want to scare you or offend you, but I want to discuss the woman in your upstairs window.” The woman stared at me, her mouth open and her arms covered in goosebumps.
She asked me how I knew and I explained the progression of my situation to her. Inside, I felt like she already knew. So, I directly asked her if she had witnessed any spirits or apparitions. She denied that she had seen anything, but said that her son had seen, “the people.”
To be helpful, I asked her if she would like for me to go into her house and discern what was happening. “No. We’ve moved out.” she responded. “We can’t live there. We’re going to rent it out, speak to the new people and see if you can help them. We’re not staying there anymore.” At which point, I thanked her for letting me speak to her about the issue.
All of that was more than a week ago. Since then, so much more has happened. The following day, I went to speak with a relative of the young family that was about to rent the property. I explained what I had previously discussed with the owner of the property and asked her if she would like for me to help. This time, the answer was a very supportive yes. “Absolutely, Ken! I’d really appreciate any help you can give.”
“First, I will need to read the house… alone. This process may take 2 hours or more.” Without flinching or a moment’s thought, she agreed. Obviously, she trusted me and that trust was not misplaced. “Once I have grasped the full reality of all that’s happening in the house, I will come back and report to you. You may share what I find with your family that will be renting the property.” She agreed and helped arrange for me to receive a key two days later.
I took possession of that key yesterday night. It being 10pm, the sun was long gone. The house was covered in darkness and with great trepidation, my husband and I stepped up toward it. I pulled out a camera and began taking several pictures. I took multiple shots of the exterior of the house, fully expecting a ghostly apparition to manifest within the image. As you can see from the pictures I am sharing, that did not happen. But you cannot mistake that there is something quite unsettling about the house pictured above.
Next, I took a picture of the electrical box where the statue of a Virgin Mary had sat. For whatever reason, the lack of the Blessed Mother’s statue made me even more afraid. “Have they taken the Mary statue with them?!” I asked out loud to my husband, Robert.
“They’ve taken everything, except all of this trash in the yard.” he quipped. Nervously, I laughed and tried to remain grounded. The lack of the statue really troubled me. Not that I am Catholic, but I felt a great void without the statue there.
We went back to the front of the house and made our intentions clear to one another. “We are here to read this house. We are not here to provoke or agitate any spirit or entity.” Rob agreed and repeated the same to me. We pulled out our Japense Juzu Prayer Beads and began to chant. We chanted for our protection, but we also chanted to see the true reality of all of the phenomena in the house.
After a round of this chanting, we went up the stairs to the front door. We slid in the key, which at the time, did not seem to fit. I chalked this up to nerves and also it being quite dark outside. After only a moment’s struggle, the door was unlocked. I twisted the knob and with all the respect I could muster, entered the house.
In retrospect, the thing I remember most about entering the house is how the pain of the house itself hit me in the face. The house had been grossly uncared for and trashed. The rugs were dingy, covered in splatters and splotches of dark liquid. There were cracks along the stair case and some in the walls. The house itself was clearly hurting, which I find to be true in most haunted locations.
As I made my way into the house, I began seeing old memories of the past. I saw wild parties, drunken violence, and a lot of shoving. Moving into the living room, I noticed a large cutout in the wall. it was a window that looked out of the Master Bedroom into the Living Room. I saw someone being hung or “dangled” from that window, involuntarily. It looked like I had stumbled in on a prank that was going terribly wrong. However, this vision was clearly not something that the “every day” person would experience. This is something a Precognitive Clairvoyant would experience. Even though I knew this vision would not appear in a photo, I still wanted to capture the look of that window.
The kitchen was quite unremarkable, until I psychically heard the doors to the cabinets being slammed shut. The repetitive and violent slamming of the doors really frightened me. But in reality, the doors stayed closed.
That’s part of the thing about being Clairaudient; your ears perceive sound that nobody else can perceive. We did run a tape of this and no sounds were present in the recording… that were not outside the “normal” cracks and pops of an older house.
Shortly after that, we decided to go upstairs. As I walked up the stairs, I felt a great resistance pushing me back down. Something did not want me going up those steps. I clutched my beads in my left hand, lifted the burning white candle in my right, and charged forward.
“You understand that I am here to find you and to bring someone here to take you out, don’t you?!” I asked. Nothing was the reply, absolutely nothing. “You don’t like the idea that I am in your house, do you?” I asked. There was again, no response. Finally, I asked for a noise or any indication that there was a presence with us. Oddly enough, all that could be heard was traffic outside… nothing more.
Somewhat confused, I walked into the master bedroom. Instantly, I had the overwhelming sensation that the door had been slammed behind me. I turned and the door was still open, but I could visually see the door being kicked open and busting the wall behind it. I pulled the door forward and sure enough, there was a dent in the wall from the handle of the door.
Internally, I could feel someone in the room with me. He was young, white, angry and had a vile distaste for the Christian religion. Not to provoke, but to understand better, I began to discuss the religion. Over and over, I repeated the name of Jesus and of God. I thought for sure that this would have caused some sort of reaction; ironically, it did not. Instead, the constant memories of this hatred for religion was all that I experienced.
I left the Master Bedroom and headed to the room I was most excited to investigate... The room where I had seen the woman in the window. I expected to walk in and see her there, like I had so many times before. And like everything else, I walked in to nothing. However, we snapped photos just to be safe... nothing. But again, the creepiness of that photo cannot be denied.
I could see her in my minds eye, but as a memory that kept repeating... not as a ghostly specter. But still, her hurt and depression was thick. The atmosphere throughout the entire top floor was thick, making it somewhat hard to breathe. Rob also explained that in several areas of the space upstairs, he felt cold chills and a static electricity that seemed to wrap his wrists. I can attest that the hair of his arm was on end for most of our visitation.
As far as I was concerned, there was nothing present in the room that was of any danger to anyone... so, I went back down the stairs. Again, about a third of the way down the stairs, I felt the aggressive resistance. Clearly, the stair case had more to tell me and it did. I stood at the top of the staircase, beads in hand, and opened myself up to what had happened there. Several things flashed in my mind, someone being pushed and there being an actual field of energy. I wondered aloud what was under the stairs and Robert reminded me that there was one room we had not been in… part of that room ran under the staircase.
I pushed through the resistant energy and went down the stairs. I made a sharp left and entered the room. Something happened in that room. Whether it was a conjuring or other dark art, I am not sure. I am certain that someone had opened up a doorway into the other side. I am certain that the doorway would be found directly above the room, the staircase. Rob and I decided that the best thing we could do is chant. We chanted to protect ourselves, close off any negativity, and bind the darkness.
We left that room and went to the front door, there was nothing left to see. As we left the house, we said out loud, “We are leaving. What is here MUST stay here. You will NOT follow us. We are leaving you here.” As we made this very clear, we locked the door behind us. After a moment to gather ourselves and to chant, we headed home.
Is this the end of the haunting next door? No. Our next step in this process is to bring in our friend Steven, a Shaman and experienced Exorcist. We have arranged for him to read the house himself and then help us in cleansing the home. Will Steve’s report on what’s in the house match mine? I am not sure. All of this and the events of the cleansing are coming in my next blog. Please keep your eye open for it. As they say, to be continued…
All My Love,
For as long as I can remember, I have kept a side of me in the dark. It is something that I haven’t been entirely honest with you about, for various reasons. After a lifetime of experiences, a lot of soul searching, and countless confirmations… it is time to accept this part of me and bring it into light. The time has come to discuss it so, let’s BLOG about it.
It is time to face facts… there is an undeniable Psychic light that burns inside of me. It has burned since I was a child. But over the course of time and several terrifying incidents, I blocked this part of me. I did this because I was too young to process what was happening to me. Also, I didn’t want to stand out any more than I already did. So fear, in more ways than one, has been my driving reason for hiding the depths of my intuition.
Once, when I was a child, I went down into the basement of our house to turn off lights and locked down the house. I went down the steps, checked the basement doors, and turned off the lights. As soon as I turned off the light by the staircase, I felt a chill throughout my body. Almost immediately, there was a full apparition standing in front of me. Absolutely petrified and near tears, I ran up the stairs to escape him. Sadly, I couldn’t run fast enough. No matter how hard I climbed, he was right on top of my shoulders. I screamed out loud to my mother, who ran to me. I was nearly inconsolable. When I finally caught my breath, I described the man in great detail. My mother told me to forget this and to go on to bed. After prayers and more time with mom, I fell asleep.
It was only last month when my mother finally revealed that there was more to this story. I wasn’t chased by some figment of my imagination. I wasn’t chased by reflections off windows or any other “NORMAL” explanation. I was being chased by a member of my own family, who had died years before my birth. My mother kept this from me because she didn’t want to frighten me further. Thanks Mom, I agree with you; I couldn’t have processed that at the time. This story is one of many that my mother could share with you.
I experienced my first interaction with a Shadow Person when I was only 15 years old. This is a story that I will not be sharing with you. I can only say that as I told this story to my husband, I wept because of the residual fear from this encounter. Maybe one day I can share that with you, but today isn’t that day. Sufficient to say, the experience lead to me further blocking this 6th sense. It would be 15 years before I experienced another Shadow Person.
Last year, my husband bought me a house. Within 2 weeks of living in this house, I felt like there was someone always watching me from a neighbor’s upstairs window. When I would look, nobody would be there. I would try to shake the feeling, but failed – every single time. A month or two after that, I began seeing the face of a woman in that window. Shortly after that, I would come to make out more details about her… she way crying, beating on the window, screaming to be let out. Most recently, I have not only seen and felt her, but began to get emotional when it happened. I felt defeated, deflated, abused and trapped. These are not my feelings, these are hers.
Yesterday, after a year of saying nothing, I went up to the neighbors who own the house. I said, “Ma’am, I am Ken Boggle. I am a Tarot Card Reader and I wondered if I could talk to you about your house. I don’t want to scare you or offend you, but I want to discuss the woman in your upstairs window.” She looked at me with her mouth open, holding her goose-bump-covered arm up, so that I could see it.
“How did you know?!” she asked me. I explained the situation to her and that I was afraid to talk with her about it. I explained the course of events to her and asked if she has seen them herself. She denied that she had, but said that her son (who sleeps in that upstairs room) had seen, “the people.” This confirmed that I also discerned several other entities in the house, without ever being in it.
I asked her if she would like for me to go into her house and discuss this with her and get her some help. She denied my offer. Instead, she replied with, “No. We’ve moved out. We can’t live there. We’re going to rent it out, speak to the new people and see if you can help them. We’re not staying there anymore.” I touched her hand and thanked her for letting me speak to her about this sensitive issue.
Immediately after this happened, I went into my house and felt a huge burden lifted off of me. Finally, this was all I needed to confirm that I am something of a Psychic/Medium. It is confirmed that I am not going crazy and that this isn’t make believe. But try to understand my next point… This is something that I didn’t want and I am petrified of it. So, I need to come to terms with this.
Does this mean I am a Human-Ouija board? Absolutely not. Does this mean I will be holding séances and communing with dead Aunt Blanche? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Please, don’t even ask. I need some time with this and I needed to get it off my chest and be open about it.
~And to all of you who already knew this about me… thank you for letting me make this journey in my own time and for your support. You know who you are.
All My Love,
When we were younger, we were all full of questions. The most popular of these questions being, WHY? “Why is the sky blue?” “Why is the grass green?” “Why is that woman wearing a bikini in Wal-Mart?” All sorts of questions boggled our little minds. As adults, this same question continues to perplex us. So, I just have to BLOG about it.
This past weekend, a client asked me how she could continue on with her marriage. “I can’t stand him, Ken. He is not who he used to be, all he does is video games. What should I do?” My response was simple: ask yourself WHY you should stay.
I pointed out that she had children and that he is wonderful to those children. I explained that she does still care for him, or she wouldn’t be bothered in asking me what to do… she would have left by now. Lastly, I asked her why she married him in the first place. We discussed these things and she soon realized that she needed to reinvest HERSELF into the marriage and that SHE had cashed out years before. So sometimes, knowing why will help you see what you need to do to make things better.
But knowing why isn’t always easy…
Recently, a Tarot client faced a tragic and horrific situation. Her daughter’s friend had been beaten and left for dead on the side of a road. She and her daughter were torn to pieces and devastated by this. I was also shocked and disturbed by what happened. But my client asked me, “Ken, why did this happen? Why would someone do something like this?”
But honestly, the reality is that type of hatred can never be understood - by a rational, loving mind. The animalistic, hateful, and psychotic mind that did this can never be understood by decent people. So, to her, I said… “Don’t ask why. You’ll never grasp this level of hatred. Instead, focus on supporting your daughter and seeing her through this. There is no reasoning behind this.” She agreed and focused on her daughter. As of yesterday, they are accepting their grief and doing what they can to move on.
“Ken, sometimes I don’t even want to get out of bed. I have no joy and I am desperate.” a client said to me the other day. She had a million reasons to give up and she told them each to me, one by one. She had all sorts of reasons, work, family, finances. But the one thing she didn’t know was WHY she should keep going.
So, I asked her why she should continue… and I kept asking until she started seeing all of the reasons why she shouldn’t give up. The cards made it clear she was currently in a Hell state, but that there was hope… if she would open her eyes and see it. After her reading and much support, she dried her tears and vowed to not throw in the towel. I was so elated. Knowing why she had to keep going was all she needed to keep going.
Knowing why keeps us in-check, on the right path, and motivated.
Understanding why can be the difference in throwing in the towel and changing your life. So please, ask yourself why. You may find that WHY may be the most important question you will ever ask.
All My Love,
No matter where you pray, you cannot deny, there are many things in life that need a good cleansing. In fact, your life itself needs a regular going-over. The theme of cleansing was very prevalent during last week’s Tarot Readings. People wanna know how to cleanse their homes, their lives, and all sorts of stuff. So, I just have to BLOG about it.
Let’s begin by discussing the process of cleansing Tarot cards! Many people have their own special way of cleansing their decks. I have often heard of Tarot Readers leaving their decks under a cleansing grid of stones. Surprisingly, some Readers actually sleep with their Tarot Decks! Other readers will leave their decks out in the light of the full moon. The most common method I have discovered is burning Sage and running the cards through the smoke; essentially, smudging the deck.
Personally, I believe in touching the deck. I lay my hands on the deck and send pure, white light and energy throughout the deck. And if you ever have a reading with me, you know that I knock on the deck before every spread, I do this to gather my attention and clear the deck of any lingering energies. This method has never done me wrong! However, this does not mean the other methods of cleansing are bad… Quite the opposite! I say, to each Reader, his own!
Upon occasion, I am asked by clients how they can cleanse their homes. This usually happens when we have discovered that there are negative energies in the home. The most popular method of home cleansing is the process of smudging. So, what is smudging? It is the iconic process of burning sage while dispelling negativity from each corner of your home. Most often, people will burn Sage bundles in an Abalone shell while they waft the smoke with a feather. During this ceremony, prayers may be offered or mantras may be chanted.
Is this the only way to cleanse your home? Nope! Many people wash their windows and door frames in a mixture of lemon juice, salt, and water! The overall idea behind this is to cleanse the entrances to your home and protect the residence against negative energies.
Myself? I believe that the best way to cleanse a home is with an experienced Medium, a member of Clergy, or a well-trained Shaman. If you would like to attempt this on your own, I say that you can never go wrong with Prayer. Pray throughout your home, all around your property, and in any areas that make you uncomfortable. Surround yourself with the white light protection of the heavenly deities and allow them to cleanse your home through you. Once you have done that, get up and CLEAN THAT HOUSE! Negative spirits and energies despise clean, organized, light-filled space. And lastly, laugh! Laugh as often and as loud as you can. Living in light is the best defense against unsavory energies.
Don’t forget to cleanse your own life energy! Guess what the most popular method of cleansing is done to cleanse people? You guessed it, smudging. Just like Tarot Cards and houses, people can also be smudged. You simply pass the smoke of the burning Sage over yourself, paying close attention to the chakras. Your intention here is to allow the smoke to purify you and your energies. This process can be done alone or with someone else; preferably, with someone who has had experience with personal smudging.
I cleanse and purify my energies by chanting and reciting the Lotus Sutra. During this process, I burn white candles and light several sticks of incense. But more important than those accessories is the cleansing chanting and silent prayers. I do this twice a day, every day. Without it, you can tell that I am slightly off and out of rhythm.
How often should one cleanse themselves, or their homes??? As often as you’d like. There is not certain span of time or expiration date on cleansing. You may find that cleansing needs to be an every day thing for you. I am to understand that Rock Goddess, Pink is smudged every day… So, there is no limit to how often you can do this! Smudge and cleanse for you all you worth, lover!
So there you have it, a SUPER condensed discussion on cleansing. I hope that it has been enlightening and has inspired you to cleanse areas of your own life! I do encourage you to research each of these methods and to study them closely, before you attempt any of them on your own. Once you have properly educated yourself, go for it! Open your life up to the liberation of cleansing!!!
All My Love,