The Bathtub Psychic

Win It!

2012-01-25T07:59:00.000-05:00

See yesterday's blog to learn all about what an essential oil reading and recipe is and now how to win one for you!

I am giving away one essential oil reading and recipe to the one name picked out of the glass jar. How to get your name into the glass jar? Easy! Two steps

1. Follow this blog.

2. Comment on this post telling us what one scent in the world brings you joy. Is it the scent of a wet forest? Or standing by the ocean breathing in salt air? Do you like the scent of coffee in the morning or do you prefer to hide your face in freshly dried clothing from the clothesline? Let us know what smells make you just downright giddy!

Win an Essential Oil Reading and Recipe

2012-01-23T18:36:00.000-05:00

Watch tomorrow for how to win a reading and recipe from me! What is it you ask?

read on!

How it started:

My first true introduction to essential oils was back in the 1970s. Not knowing what else to do with myself after high school and not ready to attend college, I enrolled in the Elizabeth Grady School of Esthetics where I learned skin care and make up. After six months of full time school, licensing by the state and canvassing the city of Boston for a job, I landed a spot giving facials at a posh Newbury Street salon. My very first client was also my last. Upon touching her skin I could feel the parasite load she carried within and it was too much for me to handle. At the time I had not come to terms with my abilities as a clairvoyant and medium. I walked off the job but took with me a fascination and love for essential oils.

But it was in the 1990s, after years of playing with oils on and off in soap and potion making, that I started to study them within the realm of natural healing. Cut basil oil with a carrier and apply to herpes sores. Peppermint and rosemary diluted and applied to the back of the neck helps defuse a migraine. I mixed formulations for my hip dysplastic Newfoundland to help his mobility and found combinations to help me work through anxiety attacks in the middle of the night. Oils became part of my every day life.

In my psychic medium world of readings and consultations, I found my time meditating in the tub benefited from certain combinations of oils. But as I worked specifically with clients the potions changed. I came to realize that the recipes were energy specific to the clients themselves. I worked with that concept with my day-to-day life, making up oils by my own energy and wearing them. They uplifted me. They made me think more positively and changed the level of my own joy. Over time I would suggest certain oils to friends that would match the energy their spirits needed. Each essential oil has its own identity – its own soul. I developed a deep love and respect for all of them.

I knew I wanted to continue my work with oils and had no idea how that would manifest itself. I had thought of actually making up the formulations for people here at the house, but taking on the sort of inventory I would need and making sure the turn over was high enough to warrant that sort of inventory was out of the question. Then I got a call one night from a friend who was having a serge of life changing events. As we talked I started to write down names of oils. I did not know I was even doing that. I could see them around her and watched them intertwine to bring her into a level of safety and peace. I rattled off the oils to her and told her how to put them together and how to do a 10% solution that was right for her. I did not think twice about it.

A month later a box of chocolates came US mail. Inside was a note. “Thank-you so much for the oils. You changed things for me and made it possible for me to get up each day. You should do oils for everyone Bethanne for where ever they are in their lives.”

And there it is.

All readings for essential oils are done by e-mail not by phone. No scheduling is needed!

What exactly is a personalized essential oil reading and formulation?

The formulation itself is a recipe of aromatic compounds (essential oils and carrier oils) that have an affinity for your unique energy. This exact grouping (formulated by me, Bethanne Elion) can assist you in your emotional and spiritual growth. It can expand your realm of safety, remove blocks and support you as you redefine your boundaries and understanding of your short and long range goals and desires while achieving a sense of balance in your every day life.

Your recipe comes with a listing of the elements within it – why they were chosen and what each is known for at a spiritual level. A link will be included in the e-mailed information for recommended sites for purchasing all the ingredients to this unique blend. You purchase and mix the ingredients yourself with the easy to follow recipe.

The reading itself will reveal the name of the mixture and how these ingredients function synergistically, working together for your wellbeing. I use my abilities as a spiritual clairvoyant and my knowledge of essential oils and healing to create your distinctive blend.

In summation,when you get an essential oil reading and formulation, you will receive by e-mail a detailed recipe for the formulation, link or links on where to purchase the ingredients for you to easily mix up the oils yourself, explanations of each oil in the formulation, the name of the blend and information on how they work together for you.

Why can’t I just go to the store and buy a premade blend of oils?

Though there are an infinite number of blends available in stores and on line, none of these concoctions are blended exactly to your energy. A formula, for example, may be called Balance and contain oils that are known for balancing certain aspects of emotions or spirit. The question is, are they the aspects that apply to you? Though some of the oils may be accurate, they may not be in the proper proportions for your needs. They may also not be the right choice of oils at all! Having your scents custom blended to your energy means that the choices are going to be 100% accurate to you and not to the general public which may apply to you a little, a lot or not at all. It takes the guessing out of it. You are a unique individual and your formulation should be unique to you!

Oh how cool is this!

2012-01-21T07:45:00.000-05:00

My friend and founder of Hidden Wisdom Radio is running a contest on her facebook page. The prizes are very very cool indeed. Please check out the link to Bernadette's Vision on Facebook.

Essential Oils for the Empath

2012-01-16T09:05:00.000-05:00

On last night's Hidden Wisdom Radio Show Bernadette Dickinson and I discussed what it is like to be empathic and tools to use to handle every day life if you are. Two essential oils that often end up in formulations I do for empaths, especially ones just learning to get a handle on their gift, are frankincense and lemon in combination.

Frankincense helps for spiritual and emotional boundaries and for removing anything negative existing within your auric field. I call it the llama in the field. Llamas are known guard animals and can protect livestock from predators. That is one of the joys of using frankincense in your home or on your person. This essence helps produce a feeling of emotional stability while protecting your boundaries and helping you to understand exactly what those boundaries are. With that understanding it makes it easier for you to define whose emotions you are feeling - yours or someone else's feelings. The sweet spicy scent of frankincense also helps to raise one's energy higher and helps to find your courage while instilling a sense of inspiration.

In formulating for empathic souls I came across a pattern of two oils in combination within their formulations - frankincense and lemon. Lemon is the oil of clarity and direction. It completes the ability to define who you are and who someone else is and separate out the two. If in a crowd of people the empath can often be overwhelmed by other's emotions. Lemon aids in understanding where you start and end and what should be held onto and what should be discarded. It uplifts one's soul and emotions making it easier to operate from a place of love and understanding while seeing life for exactly what it is. Lemon also helps cleanse the spirit and in combination with the guardian at the gate, frankincense, they will aid you in repelling negative forces and thinking.

My preferred place to purchase my essential oils is far and away hands down Mounatin Rose Herbs . They have ethical practices of running their business and support ethical growers and wild crafters. Not only that their prices are reasonable and most certainly NOT over priced, nor are they a pyramid scheme. Please check out their web site. I have been purchasing from them for well over a decade now and have always been impressed by their customer service and their commitment to the planet's ecology.

For personalized essential oil readings from me please visit my website!

Psychic False Pregnancy

2012-01-10T09:26:00.000-05:00

Despite being able to see some things quite clearly psychically, there are times I feel it is very important to use both sides of the brain in making decisions or finding answers. One of those times happened yesterday with my six and a half year old Newfoundland dog, India. She is an unspayed female and at about the two month mark since having her heat.

India started her signs of having a false pregnancy and with the time frame she is due to deliver the ghostly pups by Friday the 13th of this week. She is not the alpha bitch of this household (insert your own humor here). As a subordinate it is not surprising that she goes through such false pregnancies. In the wild it is the alpha female who has the pups and the other females go through false pregnancies and have milk to nurse the litter if needed or can take over if something happens to the alpha. How beautifully nature provides! So India goes through her false pregnancies and deliveries.

This time it has escalated though! Her pawing the carpet and digging holes outside is accompanied by howling with head up to the sky and whining and clinging to me. She literally has been spooning with me at night. I have to say with the cold weather she is saving a bundle on my heating bill by having her as a blanket! But despite seeing in my mind's eye a faux singleton pup in her uterus, and despite seeing my guide throwing out CBC results in a waste paper basket because there was nothing there to worry about, I was concerned because there is an overlap of symptoms with something very serious - Pyometra. Her overlap symptoms included excessive water drinking, panting, not eating. Her body temp was normal but with a big dog like this I won't take a chance. I decided to take her in for a quick check.

The vet I use for emergencies is somewhat local - Dr. Christian. She is just lovely! Always cheery and happy to see India. Though she is western in her methods she is very open to my ways and so respectful. I can work well with someone like her because of that mutual respect. She checked India over and felt that she was within that first stage of the false pregnancy - the week before delivery. The next stage would go for about three weeks then all should calm down. She did a swab of the vulva and no infection was found and we decided to hold off doing a CBC since India did eat and did not vomit and she really just looked like a massive false pregnancy case.

I realized while standing there that we had a double whammy going on at that moment. It was not just a full moon but a full moon in kidney season by Chinese Five Element. The moon can effect dogs with kidney, thyroid and adrenal issues or the sex organs. We had those two issues plus I have been noticing excessive chem trails in the sky as of late. No doubt that that could be effecting her hormone levels as well.

So I loaded my big black love bug back into the car and had just enough time to make it over to the lake to watch the sun set and to photograph it. I felt a sense of relief. Even though I do trust what I am shown, I want the validation that I am not sugar coating anything because it is my dog and I love her so much. Sometimes we don't want to see things as they really are. That and when it comes to health issues nothing beats a lovely diagnosis with test results that are valid and accurate. If the testing is safe to do and not real money grabbers I will opt every time to have that sense of peace.

As an animal communicator and pet psychic I feel that there is a sense of ethics that needs to be followed regarding prescribing and diagnosis. I do neither! I have been goaded many times by would be clients who insist that I diagnose their pets. I will point you in the right direction and give the feelings and how it manifests physically but I am not an x-ray machine nor is there a DVM after my name. Having an animal looked at by a professional eye can be a life saver and is another aspect of getting the whole picture even for someone like me who sees the inside story without the x-ray machine. Vets see myriad animals every day and have an extreme reference in their experience as to what is happening in an individual case. Though one may choose to do a different course of action than a vet suggests, the diagnostic tools can be priceless.

My vet felt I probably had more rabbits in my hat than she to help India have some peace through her faux pregnancy. I have been putting rescue remedy on India's earflaps and spraying a bit into her mouth and also using a bit of lavender essential oil to massage her neck and head so that she inhales the fragrance of it. I also used a wee bit of rose essential oil to keep her spiritually high and equal to me since we reflect each other in so many ways.

Here is one of my shots from the lake after our veterinary visit.

2012-01-09T22:22:00.002-05:00

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic - The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs

by Bethanne Elion

Giveaway ends February 01, 2012.

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Radio Show and more of the Dental Mayhem

2012-01-09T09:12:00.001-05:00

Last night Bernadette Dickinson and I brought back Hidden Wisdom Radio. Our new time live on Blog Talk Radio is Sunday nights 5PM Pacific, 6 PM Mountain and 8PM Eastern. One can also download it or listen on line after the live show any time.

It felt right to be back in the groove of relationship coaching. We talked about detachment. I am going to listen to the show again over coffee after I finish writing today's blog!

If you have been following the return of my blog, you know that last year, against my better judgement and intuition I had dental implants put in where I had lost two molars. The amount of dental work I have needed is in direct response to my body's state of being overly run down and abused by focusing my attentions on everything and everyone else but myself. This is not an unusual event for many women, especially those with households and children. For me it was sick animals and a huge home and property.

I left off at developing food allergies. I could not tolerate any refined foods at all. It was not just wheat or gluten but rather anything processed or pasteurized. I also realized that by keeping a diet of more alkaline ph foods I could control the burning in my mouth. One afternoon I indulged in a rice cracker. The result was a blood blister that broke immediately in the back of the roof of my mouth. That was the last refined food I have eaten.

As someone who has been deeply involved in nutrition for dogs for nearly twenty years you would think my diet would have been better than it was. I allowed sugars and sweets and ate sourdough breads even though I never really felt wonderful after indulging in foods made from flours. It was time to really focus on what I could eat to maintain myself through figuring out how to handle what had happened to me.

My diet became all about the greens. Green salads, green vegetables like Brussel sprouts and green peppers and loads and loads and loads of kale became the focus. A year before this I disliked kale. But the more I focused on green as the center of my food universe, the more I found myself craving it. Quinoa with sauteed garlic, Brussel sprouts and a squeeze of lemon became a normal breakfast. Though lemon is acidic is alkalizes the body and I bought lemons by the armload. My acupuncturist recommended adding lamb for the protein which worked out for me. People are usually surprised to hear that I am not a vegetarian. I am not and that is not easy for me in ways I will one day discuss here.

My other discovery came by intuition. I had found I needed to bring something to drink with me where ever I went in case my mouth felt very acidic (which is always did). I forgot to bring a kombucha drink with me when I had to go wait for my car to be serviced. I ran into the Rutland Coop and discovered that the GT's Kombucha line available throughout the US now has a three flavors with chia seeds in them. It looked rather odd but I was very drawn to it. Chia is known for its use in endurance sports. The native Americans used to use it to keep their stamina over long treks. I purchased two. For the first time since being ill I found I had a bit of energy. I was amazed at how one bottle of the Cherry Chia seemed to help revive me. I now buy two cases of this at a time and drink one to two a day. It is rather an indulgence because of the cost but it is worth it for the energy it gives me to get things done like work!

My diet now is not unlike what someone would do for any illness, higher alkaline ph, no refined or pasteurized foods, raw milk from grass fed cows and fresh organic foods preferably locally grown. It is more time consuming than throwing a sandwich together but I have found the average meal takes me 20 minutes to pull together. Next summer I am adding raised beds to my yard to grow my own greens and a juicing garden. For once I am coming first and it is working for me.

I know that when I have the implants removed and my body finds its way back to normal that I will not be going back to eating the way I was. I have truly felt such a connection to the way I am eating now - very cleanly and for nutrition rather than culinary delight. Oddly and thankfully the way I eat now has become the only culinary delight I want. I crave quinoa and juiced drinks. I make an ice cream with no sugar but rather raw cream, egg yolks and a few chopped dates as the sweetness. The raw cream and eggs are so good for my teeth! and health!

Back on the Radio!

2012-01-06T10:21:00.000-05:00

Bernadette Dickinson and I will be back on Hidden Wisdom Radio on January 8th 8PM Eastern Standard time, 6PM Mountian and 5PM Pacific (1 AM January 9th in the UK). You can also catch the show on line for for download after the live show. http://www.blogtalkradio.com/hiddenwisdom

Implant story will resume tomorrow!

Diagnosis: Death by Dental an ongoing tale

2012-01-05T09:28:00.000-05:00

When you suddenly burst into big symptoms three and a half months after implants are put in, it is challenging to get the dentist to believe you that it IS the implants making you ill. But I also felt that I had other issues going on, one of them possibly Lyme disease and another possibly thyroid issues. I went to a naturalpath and asked to have blood work done. I stated that the only way I would do this is if I could get copies of it immediately because I know how to read it and then I can at least change my nutrition and such accordingly. I filled out a twenty some odd page questionaire that included implant questions. I thought that was great that someone would listen. But when we got the actual appointment he told me how much he hated these forms and would prefer something three pages long. When he checked my reflexes he got absolutely no response from either knee. The blood work looked pretty good so he said really the best thing for me to do was yoga because lack of exercise was all that was wrong with me. I left the office with a swollen tongue that was still very cracked along with a red swollen throat, a mild cough and extreme fatigue. They wanted to see me in six months for a follow up. I politely declined and when the receptionist asked me why I would not come back I quietly said that I would prefer someone with experience who would take me seriously. The Lyme was also not addressed by this person and that would be dealt with by me later on in my journey.

My dentist felt I was in the throws of menopause and this would pass and I should see an ears nose and throat person. The dental surgeon, who was the kindest and most concerned, spent some time examining me and felt that I had something called Burning Mouth or Burning Tongue Syndrome that is associated with menopausal women and also could be a vitamin deficiency. She also suggested an ears nose and throat man. When I said that I felt that the implants had caused it she examined them and saw no inflammation around the area and said that she would contact the company in regards to an allergy test. The information I had heard before was that the titanium was considered inert and the chances of being allergic to it in any way shape or form was really slim to none. Well that would be my category was what ran through my head. Slim to none. Bet it's far far more than that.

I do not have dental or medical insurance. The implant company sent two metal discs to test me for allergy. Now wait - didn't they say people are not allergic to this metal but they have a test kit? Shouldn't people be testing prior to implanting? Unless of course one develops the allergic reaction three and a half months later I suppose. So I was referred to a dermatologist. I called that office and was told to bring the discs and they would tape them on me. Then I was to come back to have them removed. Then I was to come back three days later to have the skin patch looked at. Since I had no insurance they needed to look up the cost and it would be an estimate for the time which they assumed would be a total of about fifteen minutes. The call back came with the information that it would be about $400.00 to which my jaw nearly hit the ground. I tried to center myself into a be nice mode and politely told her no thank-you that I would rather walk into a pit of snakes than pay that sort of highway robbery for someone to tape discs on my arm, remove them then look at the skin at the rate of $1600.00 an hour. Bite me.

I also did not agree that testing this was was going to yield any real results since the metal was inside of me not outside. Couldn't there be a difference in reaction? I felt there could and I decided to listen to me.

In the meantime something had to be done to manage living with this sort of fatigue in my whole being and pain in my mouth. Being adept at making diets for sick dogs certainly gave me an edge though I was not about to be chewing on raw knuckle bones any time son. I devised a plan of a high alkaline ph diet. Over a period of time I eliminated all processed foods and absolutely nothing pasteurized. I already drank raw milk and used raw cream of which I have access to here in my own town. But the most important part was making my diet green. I will pick up on diet tomorrow.

A Psychic's Tale

2012-01-03T08:25:00.000-05:00

I want a dollar for every time someone has asked me, "well shouldn't you have known that?" This gets asked in regards to trials and tribulations in my own life. Why wouldn't I have known the outcome - after all I am a psychic with a long proven track record. The short answer is because I have lessons to learn and experiences to go through just like everyone else here on planet Earth. There are those that have come in to their lives here who have complete recall of who they have been and what this life will entail. These must be the saddest most depressed beings I have ever come across. To know every lesson and event and the people that will come into your life and how their lives will go - no surprises, no new experiences - this is not my idea of a life well lived. It's my idea of a living nightmare. Many things are veiled and many things happen to teach us compassion for others and for ourselves. Then there is the act of just not paying attention to the screams and signs around you, which is a lesson unto itself. And of course giving one's power to someone else which is a whole other blog and a half, isn't it. I am getting side tracked.

If you have read my book, Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic, you know that I have had to deal with several critically ill animals in my time and one very handicapped Newfoundland dog. While dealing with him and my other Newf who had a completely compromised immune system, I moved from California to Vermont on my own. All my attention went to taking care of the dogs, the house and my cats. During the warmer months mowing the yard took a good 4 1/2 hours on a riding mower usually once a week along with other yard work like weed whacking. I sowed a field one year and tore down wallpaper and painted another. During this time I went from being a fit trained body builder at a lovely size 6 to a woman whose gums often bled and whose body felt a bit sluggish at a size 12. Blah! My personality type is such, however, that all my attention is pointed outward not inward. To take care of myself was a challenge and something that did not often cross my mind. Yes I had been an athlete when I lived in Northern California. But that changed when I got a Newf who was compromised by a vaccine which ultimately killed her. The dogs came first just like with so many mothers their children come first.

That in mind, it was not long before the tooth aches started. All my stress and compromised immunity from being over worked, over stressed and never getting enough sleep or exercise showed up in my mouth. Finding a dentist that I could work with seemed very complicated. I also wanted amalgams removed. After several failed tries of dentists who couldn't get me numb, ones who were against my more holistic means and one who shot me with an anesthetic I am allergic to even though I told him not to, I found a very gentle soul who was quite good at what he did. In my head I kept hearing to move on that this was not the right place for me. But being tired all the time and busy with work, dogs, house, life I shooed those warnings aside.

If I were the sort of person to have regrets in my life, the ones I would have would be not listening to what I am hearing from spirit or from myself. To me these should be the driving factors in all decisions. Wouldn't it be nice to have that 20/20 eyesight from the start instead of in hindsight! But as River Song in Doctor Who would say, "Spoilers!"

I started dealing with chronic fatigue at a low level and did not associate it with having root canals. When it came time to have two molars extracted (not at the same time but over the course of a year) several people in my life and the dentist were pushing me towards getting them replaced with implants. In my head I knew this was a very bad thing to do but after much pushing and prodding I agreed to have this expensive procedure done. It happened over the course of a year - getting the molars out, having the screws put in and then having them crowned.

The day I had the screws put in I almost cancelled the appointment. I knew something awful was pending but I also felt like I was in a dream state and off I went to get these screws inserted. I was awake through the surgery (BIG MISTAKE!) and cried when she started literally screwing in the titanium. All I could think of was how I had fumbled up putting screws in things myself and had this image of her doing that into my jaw bone. Not the right thing to be thinking is it but all went well.

In fact, according to the dentist and dental surgeon these screws and then the screws with the crowns were the most lovely thing in my mouth. But were they really?

Two days after the screws went in I started a mild cough. My throat felt dry and a little swollen. I assumed I was coming down with something. The caps that went on top of the screws that had to stay there for four months until the bone adhered to the screws were cutting into my tongue every day. I pointed it out to the dentist and he said it was temporary and nothing else was to be done about it. Four months I dealt with those cutting my tongue.

February 14th, 2011, I went into the surgeons and had an x-ray which showed that the screws were ready to receive the crowns. The implants technically were a success. As I left the office I heard myself say, "strap in girl, here comes the ride from hell." Shortly after this visit to the oral surgeon I was up late working one night in my studio. I forgot to eat and decided to make a grass finished beef burger on sourdough bread with pickles and a glass of hard cider. I turned on the DVD player (I don't have television just DVD and streaming on line) and started watching an episode of Doctor Who. As I was chewing I started to feel my tongue swell and crack and my throat swell. I could not stop coughing and when I looked in the mirror I saw just how swollen everything was and the fissures in my tongue were deep enough to nearly start bleeding. Under my tongue my salivary glands had blown up as well and were hard as rocks. It scared me. I immediately put the food out of the reach of my dogs and cats (there is that focus outwards again!) then took a dose of the homeopathic remedy apis 200c and repeated it.

I called a friend and was reminded that I should drink baking soda and water. What I had been eating was very acidic and I had not been drinking fluids most of the day and the acids were painful. I got the swelling down enough to not feel threatened and the baking soda and water became my best friend that night. A teaspoon in a glass of water to sip on. My thoughts turned to why. I kept seeing drawers and mounds and mountains of screws. Was this a no brainer?

Continued tomorrow.

A New Tale to Tell

2012-01-02T20:26:00.001-05:00

Here I am back again a year later with stories to tell and lessons learned to share. My blog returns January, 2012 with the tale of two implants. Now before you get rather titillated by the idea of such a tale, I will remind you that I am 55 years old and implants tend to mean something else at my age than they do for the twenty somethings or thirty somethings. I am referring to titanium dental implants of which I have two on the bottom right of my mouth. They are still there at the moment but on February 14th, they will be feeling the love and will be removed by my very talented dental surgeon. But why? Stay tuned.

On the other news fronts, Bernadette Dickinson and I will be starting back up in January, 2012. not the radio show but webinars that will then be available on line the next day to listen to at your leisure. The first one is January 8th. I will post more information as it becomes available.

Back tomorrow with the first installment of the new tale to tell and more news. Until then you can find me every day at http://www.blipfoto.com/bethanneelion or my web site bathtubpsychic.com

Readings

2011-01-18T14:16:00.000-05:00

I am now available on keen for readings - people and pet!

Ming

2010-07-04T11:23:00.000-04:00

Vermont Bail Out

2010-07-03T19:08:00.000-04:00

Wash that Ghost Right out of My Hair

2010-07-01T09:18:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was hair control day. Every five weeks I traipse up to Middlebury, VT to a salon called Texture to see the genius David for color and straightening. I have what I refer to (lovingly) as very Jewish hair. It is bushy and curly and frizzy and left to its own devises will keep growing like a Chia pet in the humidity of summer. It was a great look in the 1980s but for my age and this day I prefer to take an iron to it and wear it long and straight. So David repairs the natural highlights and I get a lovely nap while under the dryer.

It's a challenge to be able to read or write while waiting for the color to set since I do wear reading glasses. If I put them on once the color and plastic baggy are on my head, the ends of the eyewear get color on them. I have given up trying to keep them clean and have a special pair for such occasions. So yesterday, for a little bit of time I worked on an outline I need for a writing project I will tell you about in another blog post. I did manage to close my eyes for a bit and felt very relaxed which is an invitation for things to start happening.

David called me back in to have the color washed out of my hair. I closed my eyes as he rinsed and massaged my hair and scalp and then she showed up. Her name was Mary and she had dyed red hair and strong red lipstick on and was puffing on a cigarette mumbling about the building electrical. I saw her in my third eye. When I wondered if she had been a customer or not she just threw her head back and laughed.

I asked David about her. He was casual and said that one of the previous owners was Mary Forte and maybe it was she who had popped in. He had not met her so was unsure about the physical description I gave him. So we don't really know but I did say to him that he should check into the electrical. He mentioned that the fuse box was dicey.

"Well get it checked!" But who, save a medium, tales advise from the dead.

I do love it when her sort pops in. I had one similar woman do the same when talking with my editor. She had been the previous owner of the editor's home and loved the place. She came back to it after death and hung around the kitchen table smoking those third eye cigarettes - chain smoking actually and attracting the attention of the golden retriever. These are the sorts of visitors I enjoy.

Essential Oils

2010-04-09T20:45:00.000-04:00

Please check out the new addition to my web site - essential oil readings!

http://www.BethanneElion.com

Custom Blending Essential Oil Service coming August 1st, 2010

2010-03-27T12:36:00.001-04:00

Since the release of my book, Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs, I get asked quite often about essential oils and how I use them in the bath and for meditation. I have a long history with my deep love for essential oils - from having been involved in skin care back in the 1980s to soap making in the 1990s to studying them in depth for medicinal, spiritual and emotional healing.

I confess to having a deep addiction to rose otto essential oil, which happens to be the highest frequency of all oils at 320 MHz. It is considered spiritual and enhances the energy of every cell in the body which brings about balance and harmony. If my hair smells like roses you can rest assured that I was soaking in the tub under the influence of that heavenly flower.

For years I have been recommending oils to friends and clients that will help bring about balance emotionally and spiritually. Sometimes one particular oil seems to be right for someone for long periods of time. Sometimes they flit about from oil to oil depending on what is unfolding in their lives. I had a small amber bottle with me when visiting a friend. She saw it, opened it and breathed in the distinct smell of patchouly with two other scents she could not place.

"Where'd you get this?"

"I mix my own blends depending on what I need at the moment."

"Oh cool! What oils do I need? Can you mix them up for me?"

I knew this was the beginning of something. I mixed her oils that were mostly citrus and she loved it! I started getting calls and e-mails asking me about custom blending essential oils.

"Well - I'm not mixing a perfume for you - though you can take it that way. It's the oils I see that are the right energy for you - what will help you unfold where you are spiritually and emotionally."

So some of you may have already discovered that I have been doing free essential oil readings on my Facebook fan page:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bethanne-Elion/52235551897

and I will keep doing so until my custom oil blending service opens in April. This way you can get a sense of what it is all about! Aside being terribly fun for me! I could surround myself with oils all day and be completely content to do nothing else.

I will be posting throughout the week about oils so please stay tuned.

Please note - please do not use essential oils around cats as they are sensitive to them in ways that can cause health damage such as ataxia. Aromatherapy for pets is a tricky thing and would suggest that you not just try oils on your dogs without an expert. I do not advise on the use of oils for dogs unless the dog is a natural diet client of mine and has gone through my body balancing program and I do not believe in using them for cats.

One's health should be in good standing to use oils. I do not recommend the use of many essential oils if you are pregnant or if you have seizure issues.

Custom blending opens in April on my web site http://www.BethanneElion.com and i will announce the opening here. Just waiting on bottles to arrive and to put a few other details in place!

My Prayer

2010-03-13T14:41:00.001-05:00

Today was supposed to be the continuing saga of psychic dating - but something else has come along that is foremost in my thoughts. I had to run some errands this morning for mailing supplies and other office related things. I made a stop at the co-op after for some fresh greens, garlic and olive oil then headed home the back way. Going through the very lovely town of Castleton, Vermont, I saw a van parked on the side of the road. Near by were two men picking up cans by the roadside. What struck me about both of these men was that they were wearing pajama bottoms, were unshaven and looked quite intoxicated. The van had hit a mailbox and sliced it into two and the men were ready to get back in the van and were about to be driving on the same road with me.

'Happy you are not driving a Toyota,' I thought. But in my heart I could not help but think - 'oh my - what path you have chosen for yourself - so challenging.'

Whenever I see someone like this I stay away from feeling sorry for them, but remember in my heart and soul that these are my fellow human beings and for whatever reason this is the road they have chosen to take. I may not like their personalities or how they act out - but I love them as my fellow man. So what come out my mouth next is this - "May all the dreams and aspirations from your higher self manifest for you. May you find your way to grace, love and joy in your life and live your days in peace."

If I had not immediately passed a police car headed in their direction, my next stop would have been the local police station to rat on them.

There but by the grace of God go I.

Tweet Happy

2010-03-11T19:08:00.002-05:00

Please come follow me on Twitter. My tweets include daily tips about canine nutrition, animal communication and more. Love to see you there!

http://twitter.com/BethanneElion

Eating Out?! BLECH!

2010-03-09T09:59:00.000-05:00

I have a problem. I know too much about food. This makes me a very undesirable dinner guest and someone who squirms at the thought of eating out - anywhere!

Let's start with coffee. I do enjoy a cup now and then at home because I have clean water to make it with and coffee that is shade ground and fair traded. I add a dash of raw milk that is from the organic dairy in the next town over. But having coffee out? City water with that lovely dash of fluoride - blech! And milk that has not only been pasteurized which destroys the enzymes one needs to digest the milk in the first place - but homogenized which releases the OX enzyme factor which is connected to heart disease. See - coffee out with Bethanne is not a great idea. You won't find it fun. You should see what happens if they serve it in styrofoam cups :-S The making of styrofoam releases fluorocarbons into the environment! Stop it now!

Then there is the oil issue. At home I have coconut oil for eating and saute. I use butter by the pound and in the summer I make fresh raw butter from grass fed cow's milk. Yummy! and so good for you - so high in CLA! Not to mention a special olive oil from California (see radiantlifecatalog.com for details) for all my salads - and my salad dressings that are made with fresh egg yolks (raw of course) from pastured hens. Eating out? One faces the canola oil issue. Who invented this? Most of it is GMO which means - most likely - all of it is contaminated. This crap leaches the vitamin E right out of your body. Yup - sucks it dry. Won't touch the stuff - yet it is everywhere.

That is the tip of the iceberg where foods are concerned. Meats - won't touch anything that is not raised properly and kindly. Everything not only has to be organic - but need to know where it was grown and how. Organic is a word like natural. Too vague!

So here's the problem - and maybe you can help me out. I have an author's breakfast on Cape Cod coming up and I need to broach the subject of bringing my own food. Now I know many people do this because of allergy issues and special diets due to illness. My case is ethics. It is very challenging to me because of not wanting to insult anyone - but where do you draw the line? For breakfast I don't eat pastries or eggs of unknown origin. Won't touch margarine or bread from unsoaked flour (Phytic acid issue). Kinda leaves me hanging - yet - insulting to my host?

Where does one draw the line of what you will and won't put in your body. Should I show up with my little glass container of breakfast and thermos of raw milk? Should I leave that in the hotel room and let them serve me - not eat - then run back to the hotel and down my food?!

Interview

2010-03-06T11:41:00.002-05:00

http://www.exploreyourspirit.com/shows/Explore_Your_Spirit-Elion_Memoirs_Bathtub_Psychic.mp3

from explore Your Spirit with Kala broadcast march 5, 2010.

Intuitive Counseling for You and Your Pet

2010-03-06T09:48:00.000-05:00

My web site will be updated in the next couple of weeks. I am learning how to do that myself with a new program that will be here shortly. In the meantime the new and expanded readings can be found on my blog

http://bathtubpsychic.blogspot.com/2010/03/intuitive-readings-for-you-and-your.html

http://bathtubpsychic.blogspot.com/2010/03/nutrition-consultations-for-your-dog.html

When these are posted to my web site you will be able to book your own appointment! Once booked you will recieve a Paypal invoice from me. patying that will confirm your appointment. You do not need an appointment to do an e-mail reading. Just e-mail me the question and put E-MAIL READING in the subject line. You will recieve a Paypal invoice from me. Once paid, expect a one to two paragraph rely from me with 3 days.

And the winner is...

2010-03-06T09:42:00.002-05:00

Valerie! Please e-mail me at Bethanne@BethanneElion.com with the question you posted here or another - up to you!

Nutrition Consultations for Your Dog

2010-03-01T14:38:00.000-05:00

Nutrition Consultations for Your Dog

The new updated consultation schedule! It will be posted to my web site shortly along with a new service where you can schedule your own appointment. Here are the nutrition consultations for dogs. Skype audio appointments for non-US and Canadian clients will be available as of March 7th.

Volhard Nutrition Consultation (no charge)

You've thought about switching your dog(s) to raw diet. You've read the information on my web site:

http://www.bethanneelion.com/volhard.html

Now you are interested in finding out more about feeding Natural Diet Foundation (NDF) or using Volhard Nutrition supplements. There is no charge for a fifteen minute consultation about how to make the change over and what this diet entails.

Nutrition Consultation

Involves the owner of the dog giving a short case history over the phone. Bethanne will listen to your case and make suggestions. The 25 minute phone conversation will be followed up with an e-mail or US mail summation of any suggestions made. Prior to appointment you will need to e-mail the following: a photo of the dog, name, age and a short paragraph on why you feel you need the consultation. If you have current blood work, that can be faxed to Bethanne as well. One dog, $75.00

In Depth Nutrition Consultation

Pre-requisite - the above listed Nutrition Consultation and agreement with Bethanne that this would be the best course of action for your dog.

You will be required to fill out forms regarding medical, dietary and behavioral history. A particular blood panel will be handled through Dr Jean Dodds and a full veterinary check up is required. Bethanne will review all the information provided and will format a written plan, including a specially formulated from scratch diet plan with the goal of bringing your dog back into balance.

Complete instructions and forms will be sent after payment is made. Two follow up e-mails or two ten minute phone follow ups are included in this consultation. Any additional time needed beyond this will be billed at $65.00 per half hour with a half hour minimum. $325.00

In person/In Home Nutrition Consultations

Available for those within a 2 hour driving distance from Poultney, Vermont (or if I am visiting within your area appointments can be arranged). Benefits of in person appointments include hands on physical energy reading your pet(s), evaluation of health hazards within your home and anywhere dog spends time. Rate is $130.00 per hour.

Please note that Bethanne does not prescribe or diagnose.

Bethanne recommends reading her book prior to all readings and consultations. Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs is available through any US book store, or amazon.com internationally or from http://www.BethanneElion.com for signed copies shipped worldwide.

India the Newf

Why have my bone in the crate when there is this lovely oriental rug just lying there on the floor...

Listen March 5th 2x the pleasure 2x the fun!

2010-02-28T10:26:00.000-05:00

Please tune in on March 5th 5PM ESTto Connecting the Light with Mike Quinsey on BBS radio for a live, candid interview with me. The URL is BBS.radio.com/bbc/conecting_the_light.php

and also March 5th Explore Your Spirit with Kala listen to our interview (and for more info please click on the URL):

exploreyourspirit.com/media/shows1.shtml#ELIONANIMAL

On the Radio

2010-01-13T11:20:00.000-05:00

After being asked to join several radio situations I have decided to start my own show on Blog Talk Radio that will encompass anything animal from psychic encounters to animal communicators to nutrition and behavior. It will be an interview show. The name that is being considered for the show at this moment in time is Bethanne Unleashed. Looking to premiere in Spring 2010 - stay tuned for more information!

Stones and Sticks - a Spirit Story

2010-01-08T14:10:00.000-05:00

© 2010 Bethanne Elion
excerpt from upcoming book

The co-op is an hour from home up a winding two lane Vermont road. It was not unusual to pass 51' trucks nor was it the first time that one bounced a rock off its roof and smack into my windshield. I felt the glass take a hit but did not see a break trail yet. I knew it was coming and I knew I would be spending an afternoon at Portland Glass having the window changed out. I drove on in silence looking out at the snowscape - hay bails left to rot in the fields, the old barn with the caved in roof and the partially frozen lake. Next to me I felt the spirit of an old friend watching out the window but resting his hand on my shoulder - as if comfort was needed.

"It was just a stone - now if it had been sticks and stones I could see a little comforting would be great. But really - I'm fine." I had a niggling feeling that the stone was not why he was being gentle with me. In my third eye I suddenly felt embraced by Gray Wolf, as if we were standing in a void and he was comforting me.

'Oh great,' I thought. 'He knows something I don't and I'll bet chocolate that I am not going to like what it is.'

After shopping I loaded ten canvas bags of groceries into the Honda Element. In my third ear I heard a blood curdling scream from a dog. It sounded too much like my Labrador, Isabelle. Immediately I calmed myself and projected to my home - walking through room by room to check for danger and to see for myself that Isabelle was safe. India and Isabelle were asleep in the living room, though Isabelle felt my presence, wagged her tail, shifted her position and went back to sleep.

I knew the scream was real. Someone has in trouble. My instinct was to head straight home. Though I had seen it within my third eye that my dogs were okay, I wanted to experience it with my two physical eyes and touch them with my hands and know they were unharmed in any way. But who had barked in such a distressful way as if terribly surprised or hurt?

As I neared the town before mine my headlights caught the eyes on the road. In the opposite lane lay a young yellow dog. Car after car swerved to avoid the body.

"No!" I screamed.

Intuitively I knew not to stop. That stretch of road was dangerous and the dog was quite obviously dead. There was no safe place for me to pull over. I felt a deep, to the core cry welling up inside of me and primal noises sounds collecting in my throat. Tears fell. This was the dog who had cried in such distress. I heard him being hit.

But as I tried to calm down I realized that the spirit of the young dog was bouncing along the roadside. He did not know he was dead. My soul walked towards the puppy beckoning him to bounce along beside me. In front of us was The Light. I could feel the peaceful draw from the other side. I pointed almost as if throwing a stick into it.

"Go on now - time to go home!"

The puppy Tigger jumped as if he had springs in his feet. He wasn't about to leave my side. I remembered what I had said to Gray Wolf earlier and looked down to the ground. There, a few feet from me was a stick about twelve inches long and quite straight. I reached for it, looked at the puppy and directed, "Fetch!" I threw the stick into the light. The puppy followed it. "So much easier than humans." I was relieved at how simple it had been to cross the dog over.

I turned my attention to drying my tears and watching the road. The light had calmed me, but the human side of me still felt so sad. Someone's dog had died.

That night the phone reading I did was for a woman whose rescued dog had been hit by a car and died two months after she had taken him in. As we talked I saw her dog with the yellow puppy safe and happy on the other side. The woman felt terrible guilt over her dog's death - though it was not something she had any control over. I told her about the puppy in the road and crossing him over.

"What's done is done." I told her. "Your dog turned your head towards rescuing other dogs which was his job to do. Now you have two. He is content where he is. He guided you just as long as you needed it. You saved him when he needed it. It is all perfect as is."

How You Going to Keep Me Out Of Downtown - Now that I've Seen Poultney?

2009-12-25T11:46:00.000-05:00

And so begins a mini series blog that starts with a bit of a confession. When I was in my twenties and thirties - life was about great clothes, places to go, great hairstyles and fabulous food. I lived in the Boston area and then Boston proper paying too much for parking since I was not about to take the "T" into the city and risk the smelly underground stations and where I often kept tags on my dresses to wear them once then return them for something new - after all - did not want to be seen in the same outfit twice. I mostly ate out - rarely cooked and drank cognac in fancy bars.

But after a move to Northern California where I became the owner of a very large Newfoundland dog - things began to change. The side of my closet with dog park clothes grew - and by the time I made it back to New England to live - my closet was ALL dog park clothes with absolutely nothing fitted or fancy - just practical and almost uniformesque with my field vests with myriad pockets for dog treats and toys and poop bags to my LL Bean classic overalls (which they since discontinued - I am in mourning over this still). Work boots and sub zero clothing replaced heels and pencil skirts.

I live on 10.1 acres in a small town in Southwestern Vermont called Poultney. I share my life with three cats, two dogs (a Newf and a lab) and a large array of wildlife that usually stays out of the house - but not always. I have a friend in Los Angeles with whom I speak about once a month. She always says to me that she thinks I am living the dream country life most people want - and how idillic it is with a garden and fields and deer in the front yard when I wake each morning. Some of it is - I do agree with her. But there is that real side to life that I just cannot get through to her about - like the resent rabbit invasion (how cute, she says) or the snakes that like to slide through the gasket on the garage door and hang out the ends as I try to pull up the door by hand to get the mower out to mow for four and a half hours in 80 - 90% humidity.

So these next blogs are all with my LA friend in mind - who showed up here a while back in lovely snake skin pointy toed shoes and expected to be able to go for a walk around the property with me and my newfs (she ended up waiting back at the house). Stay tuned...

The Blog Predicament

2009-12-15T09:08:00.000-05:00

I write non-fiction - specifically events from my life and work as a psychic medium, animal communicator and nutrition consultant for dogs. I am working on my second book - Will Talk to the Dead for Food (The True Adventures of a Psychic Medium and Her Dogs). It is the sequel to my first book, Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs. It should release in 2011.

Now here is the predicament - if I blog about things that are happening around here - what surprise is left for the new book? I know there are people who use their blog material for their books - but that just does not work for me. I want you to be able to pick up my new book and read it from cover to cover without having to say - oh yeah - I remember that blog. I remember what happened that day on the dark Vermont road with the dog and scream for help and oh yeah - the man with the ghost at the gas station (oh hum - that again). And yeah yeah yeah - the flying newfoundland dog and the clever snake. Yeah - read them all in the blog. Well kids - it ain't gonna happen. You will have to hold on for the book.

So please forgive me for not being more prolific about the goings on around here. I'm sure you don't want to hear about my day - going to Honda for an oil change then stopping by the organic dairy farm for 2 gallons of raw milk. Ho hum. ... though that house on the farm is really really old with a dirt floor and they used to hide people in there and now there ARE spirits hanging out and one did follow me home....

I did, however, promise on Facebook to post an incredible brownie recipe. not exactly health food - but hey - it is the holidays and brownies were a tradition in my home growing up with three brothers who ate everything in sight and always came back for seconds, thirds and so on. So it will appear shortly.

Five Stars from Midwest Book Review

2009-12-09T09:07:00.000-05:00

Small Press Bookwatch: December 2009

Midwest Book Review
James A. Cox, Editor-in-Chief

Review of Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic

When you're relaxed, your mind roams free. "Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic" is a unique memoir of how a woman came to hold that her own psychic abilities came from a strong relationship with her dogs. An unusual blend of the metaphysical, pet love and coming to terms with who one is, "Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic" is a top pick for people who love their pets and are curious about the world of psychics.

http://www.midwestbookreview.com/sbw/dec_09.htm

A Great Review

2009-12-04T17:06:00.001-05:00

http://www.examiner.com/x-22641-Boston-Animal-Communication-Examiner~y2009m12d3-Memoirs-of-the-Bathtub-Psychic-The-True-Story-of-a-Clairvoyant--Her-Dogs

The Most Commonly Asked Question

2009-11-08T11:12:00.000-05:00

The most commonly asked question I get from dog owners is - My dog has separation anxiety - what do I do about it. In many cases people have already turned to anti-anxiety drugs to stop this behavior. What this really is is a case of not understanding your dog's language and ways.

Dogs are pack animals and live by the rules of pack behavior. Within a pack there is the pack leader and then the subordinates in descending order of power down to the most submissive of the pack. Within a pack it is only the pack leader who leaves the group at any time. Subordinate members of the pack do not ever go way anywhere on their own. So when I get this question of separation anxiety from a client - the first thought to run through my head is - who is pack leader? Is it the dog owner? Most likely the answer is no - the owner has unintentionally made the dog pack leader - so when the owner leaves the home or the pack, the dog who is pack leader becomes stressed that a subordinate has left - they do not do that. You can try all the anti-anxiety drugs in the world but nothing will stop a dog from living within his ways - pack leader is the only one to leave - I am pack leader and you left - I will stress until you come back.

How to stop this behavior - first is to understand who is boss. You are pack leader :

Eat first, no free feeding

you go through doors first

you do not sit on the floors nor does your dog sit up higher on furniture

pack leader is in full control - dogs must sit at the door and wait until it okay by you for the dog to go through it

leaders win games like tug of war

ignore constant insistence for petting - this can be a sign of dominance - you choose when to give love and you end it first

teach a long down - down is a subordinate position

Dogs are dogs not people. Dogs are dogs first then members of your family. Learn their language and what their behaviors actually mean and you will have a better, more honest relationship with your pet. When you take the position as pack leader, your dog will have an understanding of why you leave the pack and come back. The correct being is in charge and Fido no longer has to feel stress about your disappearing through the door.

Curing Pink Eye

2009-11-08T09:13:00.000-05:00

It's that time of year again when the phone is ringing with cases of pink eye in people and pink eye in cows :-) A farmer friend shared her cures with me for pink eye.

Her grandson had it. They convinced him to play pirate and strapped a slice of a red potato over the eye in question. He went to sleep with the edible eye patch. The next morning they pealed it off of him and the pink eye was gone. Using red potatoes is what her grandmother had done before her. The trick was to make it fun for a child. The starch does make it stick to your eye lid so gentle pealing off is required.

Cows get pink eye in the Spring and in the early chill of autumn. Putting cod liver oil directly into the eye is helpful.

The eyes, in Chinese medicine, are the windows to the liver. If you develop pink eye it can be taken as a heads up that your liver energy may be stagnant. Herbs such as milk thistle and dandelion in your diet are helpful.

Being Sensitive to Food and/or a Food Sensitive

2009-10-30T12:53:00.001-04:00

I am coining a new phrase as I work on my second book. The term is Food Sensitive. We all have some level of sensitivities to foods on a physical and emotional level. We eat Ben and Jerry's when down for that quick blast of sugar and also the comfort of how it tastes. Some people cannot start without the perfect cup of java in the morning and need the engine rev it gives them. Without the physical jolt their emotional state suffers until they have to get that latte or mochachino into them to function.

As an intuitive - I can take this a step further. A few years back I had purchased two boxes of deer meat from a friend. It was very inexpensive and feeding two newfs a raw diet - well this was a little pot of gold for me. I defrosted the first box with the intension of putting the meat into smaller packages and refreezing. It sat on my counter all morning and when enough had started to defrost I started packing it.

As I put my hands into the meat I found myself in my third eye having a run - but as the sensation became clearer, I realized that it was not just a romp in the woods. I was fleeing for my life. With each set of hooves that hit the ground, pounding the hardened soil, I felt the anguish of an arrow in my side. The running went on for miles until I could not breathe any harder - my body crumpled to the ground and moments later my spirit rose. But in the meat I felt an over abundance of adrenaline.

Slaughtering animals for meat is a fact of life. But sometimes in hunting an animal is just wounded and the adrenaline courses through the body at tremendous strength . In this case the deer fled for miles before dying frightened and in great pain. From a nutrition standpoint I did not like the idea of my dogs getting adrenaline filled meat.

I put the meat back in the freezer and eventually sent love to the deer and disposed of the meat without feeding it to the dogs.

Ever since then I purchase my cows from local farmers who care about how their cows live and die. I cannot say I like the whole process - it is upsetting and I do have to reconcile it in my mind that dogs need meat - they need the enzymes and the amino acids found in raw meat that they will not find in kibble or canned foods. I also eat meat and think often about why it is my pets and myself who are the ones fed and why these animals have given their lives to feed us. I have heard the answer more than once that they come in to do this - not just this - but this is one aspect of their life and why they are here.

I do meet the cows who go in my freezers each year and when putting meals together for my dogs and myself, always thank them by name that they have given us the ultimate gift - the gift of their life so that we may be nourished. Next week I will be picking up Cream and Ash, two Jersey cows who spent the entire summer on top of a mountain grazing on green pastures. They died right on the farm with no stressful race through the woods or trucking to a slaughterhouse.

When I handle their meat while preparing the dogs meals or mine, I am sure I will feel the peaceful pastures of the mountain and their days in the field by a stream. Thank-you Ash and Cream. God bless.

You Want Me to Eat Where?

2009-08-31T08:11:00.000-04:00

Okay - I will admit that I lead a more sheltered life. I reside on ten acres in the country, grow some of my own food, get my meat from dairy farmers (so that I know my food and how it was raised and slaughtered) and other foods at local farmer's markets or coops that have organic, biodynamic choices.

Friday I had dental surgery that needed to be done by IV anesthesia. Prior to surgery I had talked with the surgeon about the surgery itself but did not think further than that in regards to prescriptions. My thoughts had been focused on the fact that I needed a driver to get me there and bring me home as they would not do the surgery if I drove myself there due to the wear off time of the anesthesia and the shock to the body of the extraction.

So after surgery I sat in the recovery chair in a daze while the staff gave my 17 year old driver instructions and a list of prescriptions. Then I hear this - "Better stop at McDonalds for a shake since you have not eaten anything and will need to take your antibiotics."

EXCUSE ME? You want me to eat where? The first thought through my foggy brain was - but this is supposed to be about health - you just extracted a tooth and you want me to have a fake shake at a place I have picketed? You're joking, right?

I opened my mouth and said a big - NO! We could stop at the coop and get some organic yogurt.

The next stop in my daze was a pharmacy. I don't have a "regular" one (a question I was asked) since I am focused on herbs, homeopathy, Chinese medicine and nutrition for healing. I know sometimes drugs may be necessary - but for the most of my later life I have successfully avoided them. Because I could not walk around we went to a drive through to a place I would not go to if I had had my wits about me. My driver handed the prescriptions over to the drive through window guy and was told that it would be ready in a half hour. So we went to the coop where my driver went in and bought two little yogurts for me. I was feeling annoyed. If I had been told we would have to go on a treasure hunt after my surgery, I would have packed a cooler. It bothered me to waste these small containers - it is excessive waste. I had home made kefir at home I could have put in a glass jar and kept on ice.

We returned to the pharmacy where they handed my driver a bag with several streamers of paper attached - these were three separate papers on each of the prescriptions and also coupons for the store - each was on there with one or two staples. I was handed the bag and in turn I handed over my credit card - $44.00

I was dropped home where I put the bag with all all the paper waste on the counter. I sat down and took another dose of arnica (had taken one when we got into the car at the surgeon's). I put in a Netflix disc and rested for a while before having the energy to feed my animals and walk the dogs.

When I opened the bag I realized that I had made a HUGE mistake. I should have talked with the surgeon about prescriptions prior to the surgery. One of the items was a mouth rinse that contained sorbitol, saccarin and artificial colors. It made me shake that I had actually paid for something that I would not under normal conditions allow into my home. By the second pain pill I had a migraine headache and felt as if I had taken a huge dose of speed. I pulled out the giant papers and realized that the pain killer was codeine based. I had told them on my paperwork that codeine with Tylonol gave me these symptoms. I was shocked that they had chosen something in the codeine family to give to me. Again - I felt fuzzy and tired and stupid.

The next morning I called the pharmacy about returning the unopened, still sealed rinse. They told me no - that once I removed it from the property I could not return it. I told her the circumstances and she basically said - too bad. I then asked to bring it for disposal because I did not want to put this in the landfill. She told me to put it in the trash - that that's what they would do.

"Excuse me? You want me to put it in the landfill so that it can filter into our water supply?"

The woman assured me she cared about the environment and that they had no means for drug disposal and told customers to just put it in the trash.

By that point I was fuming - at myself for getting myself into this position, for the druggist who thought she cared about the environment - and for surgical place for assuming any of this would be acceptable. I forget sometimes that the mainstay of the world does eat in places like McDonalds and thinks it is okay. They don't know how the cows are treated who provide the meat for the burgers, or how the chickens are raised, or care about the sugar on the fries or GMO foods consumed or how much paper waste is involved in all the wrapping on the burgers, fries, bags etc.

So the lesson for me is to think through any moment involved in something like this - that investigating the drugs they use for surgery was only the tip of the iceberg. Getting a driver was an issue but still not the whole picture. Since I was not going to be clear, trusting that other people would know my ways is not okay. They were just doing what they normally do. Whether I think it is wrong or not was not the point. I will say that I am going to complain about the pain killers and am bringing them and the rinse to the surgical place to have them dispose of them assuming they have proper drug disposal abilities.

Live and learn.

Saturday Night Radio Show

2009-08-29T11:24:00.001-04:00

Come join me tonight onhttp://www.blogtalkradio.com/AllWeAre with Maggie Anderson. 9PM EDT. I have a feeling that besides talking about my upcoming book, we may be talking a little about the secrets in my Bag of Tricks!

August 25th with The Rock N Roll Psychic!

2009-08-25T10:47:00.000-04:00

Catch me tonight onhttp://www.blogtalkradio.com/rocknrollpsychic with Andrew Brewer at 7 PM EDT

For the Soul From the Soul 4PM Monday EDT

2009-08-09T21:04:00.000-04:00

I will be on CBS Radio tomorrow at 4PM EDT on Lisa J Smith's For the Soul From the Soul. Heard on Yahoo and AOL Radio, WYCD HD3 99.5 Detroit, WBMX HD3 98.5 Boston and KJAQ HD3 96.5 Seattle. Also on http://www.psychiconair.com. Listener call in number is 248-353-SOUL.

Release Date Book Signing Event

2009-08-08T08:39:00.000-04:00

Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs releases Friday, October 16th. That day I will be at Annie's Book Stop in Rutland Vermont at 7 Pm for a book signing. Save room for dessert as Annie's shares a space with Ben and Jerry's ice cream ;-)

Hope to see you there!

Finding Bethanne: August 2009

2009-08-04T11:08:00.000-04:00

The following is my updated appearance schedule for August 2009

AUGUST 5th - My Doggie Says

MyDoggieSays.com - the show is broadcast live from Phoenix, Arizona on KFNX 1100 from 8PM to 9PM Phoenix time. You can listen to the show live anywhere in the world - just go to http://www.1100fnx.com. Also , a week or so after the show the MP3 will be posted at http://www.mydoggiesays.com/blog and available on itunes as a podcast!

AUGUST 7th - Life Without Limitations

The host is Markendeya and we are on live at 9AM PDT

http://www.energytalkradio.com

it will be archived after it airs - check the web site for the archived show

Energy Talk Radio has a wonderful selections of radio programs - I suggest bookmarking their web site!

AUGUST 10th - For the Soul From the Soul

Live on Monday August 10th at 4PM EDT with host Lisa J. Smith

check forthesoulfromthesoul.com for more information

AUGUST 12th - Haunted Times Radio Magazine

9:00PM EDT / 8:00 PM CDT/ 7:00 PM MDT / 6:00 PM PDT

for more information please go to http://www.darkplainsradio.com

I will be doing short readings for owners and their pets on line - you can call in at 218-305-4676

AUGUST 19th - Rock n Roll Psychic

Host is Andrew Brewer on http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rocknrollpsychic

7PM Eastern Daylight Time

AUGUST 24th - FreeSpirit Radio

Host is Tracy Thiem and the program runs from 7 - 9 PM PDT Monday evening

for more information go to http://www.freespiritradioshow.com

you can also learn more about Tracy at http://www.TracyThiem.com

AUGUST 26th - Past Lives Present Lessions

with host Tanya Douglas at 8:30 PM EDT

http://www.Empoweradio.com

show also repeats on Sunday from 10 - 11 AM EDT

demand episodes will be found after the 26th at

http://www.empoweradio.com/shows/pastpresent/332-Past-Present-Lessons-with-Tanya-Douglas.html

AUGUST 29th - All We Are

Hosted by Maggie Anderson

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/allweare

9:00 PM - 10:30PM EDT

the show will also be recorded and will be possible to download the MP3

listeners can call in at 347-215-9682

AUGUST 31st - Northern Light Worker

9:00 PM EDT

http://www.northernlightworker.com

Radio Interviews are like.....

2009-08-02T17:59:00.000-04:00

one night stands! (I am imagining this of course - would not know ;-P ...)

This past week was my first week on the radio as a guest in regards to my upcoming book, Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs. With some hosts or producers we talked when the program segments were scheduled. Others were scheduled via e-mail so no conversations took place prior to the on-air interview.

What I found interesting is how I felt after the fact. My job is to call in five minutes prior to on air. I can hear the host introducing the show and in some cases going through announcements or chat prior to my being introduced. Then there is an intense period of talk in the form of an interview and in some cases more of a coffee clutch sort of situation. Some shows take callers where I either answer questions or do mini pet readings on line.

Then the host says thank-you and good bye and the line is disconnected. I sit there holding the phone thinking - ' What? No pillow chat? No morning cup of coffee and scrambled eggs? No exchanging phone numbers and leaving in last night's party dress? Geeze!' It is an odd feeling and in the cases of late night shows I would find myself hyped and up wandering around the house looking for something to do.

I heard Oprah this past week talking with a guest who had a gift of remembering all details. She knew dates of Oprah's shows from over a decade ago and who the guests were and what happened on the show. Oprah said that they film several shows in one day and she never remembers one show from the next and forgets most of the guests! I can understand that after experiencing the intensity of interviews and I am sure more so on the days coming up where I have as many as three shows in a day due to some shows being taped.

But - it is VERY fun and I like that I don't have to travel anywhere and can sit in my comfortable bedroom with India the Newfoundland dog, Isabelle the yellow labrador, and the cats - Sammy, Sidney and Ming all around me while I talk and listen.

This week I will be doing my first taped interview for a show called Monkey Minds! Too fun!!

Friday Night on the Radio

2009-07-31T12:12:00.000-04:00

I will the guest tonight on Unexpectedly Psychic with Billy Pacholski 8:30PM Eastern Daylight Time.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/billyp

Thursday Radio

2009-07-30T16:19:00.000-04:00

I will be on Rhia Said It! at 8:30PM EDT, 7:30PM CDT. To listen in go to

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rhiasaidit

Listen on Demand!

2009-07-29T14:44:00.000-04:00

You can hear last night's radio show - just got to this address:

http://www.bernadettesvision.com/long_distance_healing.htm

Even if you are backwoods like me and only have dial up service you can access the show!

My Guest Spots on Radio Shows - July 28 - Aug 15

2009-07-24T12:12:00.000-04:00

The following is my current schedule for radio events through August 15th. I will update this around August 1st to include all of August.

July 28th LIVE at 8 PM EDT / 6PM Mountain. Hidden Wisdom Radio

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/hiddenwisdom

with Bernadette Dickinson

Bernadette will be interviewing me in regards to my upcoming book, Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs. We will be taking calls! You can find out more about Bernadette at http://www.bernadettesvision.com

July 30th - Rhia Said It!

7:30 CDT/ 8:30 EDT http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rhiasaidit

an interview with Rhiannon Waits

July 31st LIVE at 7:30PM CDT/ 8:30 EDT Unexpectedly Psychic

http://www.billypacholski.com/Billy_Pacholski/Podcast.html

an interview with psychic medium Billy Pacholski discussing my book. We will be taking calls!

August 4th at noon EDT Emerging Authors

http://www.worldradio365.net

an interview with Gina Alzate

August 5th - 8PM PDT - My Doggie Says

mydoggiesays.com for ore information

August 7 - 9AM PDT - Life Without Limitations

energytalkradio.com

an interview with Markendeya

August 10 - 4PM EDT For the Soul From the Soul

http://www.forthesoulfromthesoul.com

with Lisa J. Smith

August 12th - 9PM EDT/8PM CDT/ 7PM MDT/ 6PM PDT - Haunted Times Magazine Radio Show

go to http://www.darkplainsradio.com

studio number for calling in is 218-305-4676

WAKE UP CALL!

2009-07-23T10:46:00.001-04:00

Here's a tip for you - if you need to gain 20 pounds effortlessly - write a book!

Through the last year of writing and the year of publishing I got sidetracked and certain foods such as chocolate and pasta made their way back into my diet. Well hey - they are quick and easy and when you are working your regular job and tending to ten acres and six animals - it is easy to get lost especially adding a book to the mix. So those beautiful size 6 and size 8 clothes are hanging in my closet collecting dust as there is no way I can even get them on.

Dieting is a word I feel uncomfortable with as really what this is about is life style. So I approach losing weight from the perspective that I have strayed off the healthy way of living and need to work my way back. I do this with cleansing. Starting a reduction plan with cleansing the colon and the liver, for me is the way to go. You drop initial weight quickly which is very inspiring and then my mind has an easier time wrapping itself around a goal with the ultimate "end" being that I am back on the healthy eating and exercising path.

My wake up call was needing pictures taken on Monday. So - don't be surprised if the pictures that pop up on my site are all head shots for now ;-) In two months I am looking forward to doing more pictures in my fun clothes that are in the dark right now - waiting for me.

NY Times Best Selling Author Bernie Siegel, MD Comments on My Book

2009-07-21T16:58:00.000-04:00

This was in my inbox this morning from Bernie Siegel, MD - NY Times best selling author. This is in regards to my new book Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs. Now available for pre-order on amazon.com

"We need to live by our experience and not just our beliefs. When we do we will be able to accept human nature as it truly is. This book can help you open your mind's eye."

Bernie Siegel, MD author of Faith, Hope & Healing and 365 Prescriptions For The Soul

Things That Go Scratch in the Wall

2009-07-14T21:49:00.000-04:00

I have been sleeping on the sofa in the living room at night since March. My cat Fast Eddy took a downturn back then and did not want to go down the hall any more. So we all joined him in the living room. I got used to sleeping with the TV on all night and Eddy on my chest, a Newf and a labrador by the sofa and three other cats scattered about my feet and legs.

Eddy passed away on saturday and I could not bring myself to move back into the bedroom. Today I remade the bed in there and while I took a moment to look out the window towards Eddy's grave, I heard something and it did sound like it came from inside the wall. I put my ear to it and heard scratching and movement. Oh s--t! Rat? Mouse? Chipmunk? Probably the later.

Now I consider myself someone who loves nature and can live beside it with a grateful peaceful feeling inside. But the operative word here is BESIDE it - not IN my walls. A couple of years ago I had a yellow jacket nest in the siding of my house. They got in through a little hole there and by August it looked like Hethro airport with all the take off and landings of the little buggers.

My thought was that yellow jackets do not build their nests in the same place twice and once winter hit the nest would die off and that would be that. No. They ate through the wall and started to come into the house - all at once. I was in my studio in the basement under-armed with the fly swatter calling the exterminator. He agreed to come the next morning. That evening I went to have a long soak in the tub. While I lay there minding my own business - I looked up to see yellow jackets coming in through the fan. It was truly an Amityville Horror moment for me. The exterminator came the next day and put this white powder in the wall.He called it ghosting as the yellow jackets start flying out of the nest with white all over them. I saw ghost yellow jackets that were alive for a day - then real ghost yellow jackets for a month or so after.

My house is nicknamed the What the Heck Were They Thinking house. It was built in 1986 and has reached that falling apart time of life. One of those falling apart events was the sliding glass door in the living room. During summer thunder storms, water started coming in through the electrical sockets in the walk out basement. No one could figure out why it was happening and storm after storm water came in through the sockets. My adrenal glands worked over time every time I heard thunder in the distance. Then a contractor came who pointed out that the slider on the next floor up was literally bowing out. It was replaced in the spring and the water events stopped.

So now the latest fiasco is a scratching sound in the wall. Being of unsound adrenals, I will probably keep sleeping in the living room until I can solve this latest home owner joy.

I'm Back & Fast Eddy

2009-07-13T20:46:00.000-04:00

Forgive me - I have sinned! It has been five weeks since my last blog! Ever since the release date was set for my book, Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic, I have been flat out with publicity plans, outlining the sequel to the book and regular care of ten acres, lots of cats and two high energy dogs - not to mention a business - but mostly I have been tending to one of my animal family.

Back in March, my Maine Coon cat, Fast Eddy, took a turn for the worse with his health - which has been a challenge to balance for years. He suffered from hemolytic anemia and this past saturday, it became time to say good-bye. Eddy moved from California to Vermont with me back in 1999. Eddy could turn door knobs with his paws and had been known to open a few doors successfully this way. He liked to walk up and down the halls with large dog toys in his mouth howling - after everyone had gone to bed! He was fearless of any dog so became an indoor cat and liked to hang out with my Newfoundland dogs.

Eddy was pulled out the bushes at my friend's home when he was three days old. His first weeks were spent with Norwich Terriers. He was very dog like - which many Maine Coons are.

He will be missed especially by his constant companion - Ming the Siamese - and me. The challenge is learning how to not take care of him any more. He is buried under my spruce tree where robin's egg shells often fall and after I put him in the ground - a whole egg fell there. A good omen I am sure.

The powers That Be

2009-05-16T14:44:00.000-04:00

My Dad died more than 15 years ago but the last time I saw him was - oops - was going to say yesterday but I just felt his hand on my shoulder looking at what I am writing right now. Hi Dad. Miss ya love ya.

For those of you who know me - you are aware that I started working on my book six years ago knowing full well that the ending of it had not even happened yet - it was an event unfolding. Because of my work schedule I could not always write every day. Sometimes I had orders for collars and leashes that would keep me from my work for months at a time. I would be filled with frustration when i would try and plug back into the book where I left off. That never worked and i would need to edit everything I had done already first before writing anything new in order to feel a part of it again and to remember events in sequence.

In the last year of writing and the following now almost a year of publishing, events and trials have happened that I will not expand on here as I am writing a sequel to Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic based on these events. let's just say - the past two years have been extremely challenging for me in body mind and spirit. At one point when I had been writing and content with what I had - I suddenly got a huge order and had to stop working. My frustration was obvious though I kept trying to remind myself to be grateful to have money coming in as it helped keep me in a position where I could write. But as I painted I became more and more depressed.

I was in my studio with the TV and radio off and feeling like someone had wrapped me in a soaking wet giant sweater. I started to cry and just sat in my seat wondering how to change this feeling and get back to my old self that barreled through the challenges and liked to solve problems. But instead I just felt lost. At that moment I felt a door open within my third eye and felt my father's energy in the room. What struck me odd at the time was I could not hear him speak or see any symbology as a communication. I smelled his pipe tobacco and knew he was there with me.

A few days later I was on line surfing Netflix for TV series to watch (I like to put my laptop on my workbench and watch DVDs while I paint). I ran across Doctor Who season 1. Someone had brought Doctor Who back to life. This sent a spark down my spine. My dad had been (and still is he reminds me) a huge Doctor who fan. I remember days in my youth when Doctor who came on TV - no one was to disturb Dad. that was his time for his show. He LOVED it. I never watched with him but alwaysloved seeing the look on his face as he became engrossed in his show.

So when I saw this Netflix selection I had to try it.

"For you, Dad," I said as i put it at the top of my queue.

It did not take me long to realize after watching several episodes that this was why my Dad had come through that day in my studio when I had been so down. He wanted me to see Doctor Who's outlook on life. Even when it appeared that they would die, the man took a moment to admire alien ingenuity then somehow - with his sonic screwdriver or with the amazing abilities of the Tardis managed to save everyone from certain death and defeat the bad guys - never pointing a weapon at anyone. My father wanted me to remember that positive outlook on life - as this is what would get me through the process I was going through. He brought me Doctor Who.

So as of late there have been countless delays in the publication of my book. I had thought we would be looking at an August release date. Nope. Then when the formatting came back it turned out to have countless errors where the indents for paragraphs had gone missing. It went back to formatting where all was corrected. But with every delay i have been fighting it in my mind - I need this out and on the shelves! I would stress and grimace and fret on and on.

Then the other night I picked up the calendar counting ahead the steps that the book would be going through and realized something. If all were going as said and no more monkey wrenches get pulled out of the toolbox the release date could very well fall on October 16th which was my Dad's birthday. Now - how do you suppose THAT happened.....

Getting Mower Out of Life

2009-05-06T08:05:00.000-04:00

I should have known better. A few days ago I rushed off to Home Depot with the intension of buying a self-propelled mower with a bag on it in order to catch clippings to use as mulch in my vegetable garden. Last year I used barley straw and it was a total disaster (which I will not go into here and now). So the solution to my gardening woes was another piece of equipment to take care of and to learn how to care for properly.

At Home Depot I started to feel uneasy and paced as I waited for assistance by the Toro mowers. Two lovely salespeople came to my aid and we decided on the $349.00 model (12 months to pay finance charge free on my Home Depot credit card). Hey - machinery to me is described by color and price - don't ask me about the motor or anything technical. I have friends I turn to for that! So - they had to get the big fork lift looking thing to get the box down from the top shelf. As I waited for them to close off the aisle to get the box down, I wanted to throw up and high tail it out of the store. Something wasn't right. I asked how long it would be wanting to leave that moment. They kept saying - "oh hang on - it will just be a minute." But in my head I kept hearing - TIME TO GO! But I let the salespeople talk me into staying and waiting for the mulching mowing. BIG MISTAKE!

I get the mower home and being single I have learned the art of manipulating oversized boxes out the car by myself. I opened it where it sat on the driveway and was pleased that the only thing I needed to do was pull up the handle and screw it in place without tools. It said right on the box - no tools needed! How cool is that! Well- seems when I pulled it out of the box, I should have read the directions first as you need to back it out of the box and pull the handle down first. I called a neighbor after the handle was stuck in backwards position and I could not budge it.

My neighbor is clever and he unstuck the handle, screwed it in place, checked the oil, "It's full!" and put the gas in it and I was ready to make vegetable garden mulch! I should have looked in the box before I started off down the steep hill with my new play toy in front of me. I got five minutes into mowing when I smelled something burning - heard a loud noise and shut off the machine. I stood there for a moment thinking - $375 with tax - what did I do? Yikes!

I turned the mowing over looking for a possible stick invasion but none could be seen. I tried to move the blade - it would not budge. the mower had ceased. When I tried to restart it the pull would not budge. S--T!! I worked my way backwards up the hill pulling the mower behind me. I got it to the car and managed somehow to hoist it in, ran in and called Fowlers (the mower repair place that maintains my riding mower for me) and he said to just come on over - it was most likely a stick.

"Oh - then it is invisible because I looked."

When the mower repair guy turned it over, looked up and me, turned it back and opened the oil check, he sighed and said - "Your motor is dead. there is no oil."

"BUT we checked the oil - two sets of eyes - we wiped down the dip stick, put it back in and it showed up as full!"

"Not any more!"

I raced the mower back to Home Depot having heart palpitations in the car thinking - they will think I did not check the oil and I did - it was full - I saw it. I remembered the feeling I had when I bought the mower and wondered what would happen. The woman at the service desk was very sweet and they listened to what happened, called Fowlers and replaced the mower with the sincerest apologies. The customer service there has always been incredible. I was so relieved!

When I got home I took the old box and started to pull it apart to take to the transfer station (a fancy name for the dump) and that is when I saw that there was perfect oil stain on the bottom of the box. It confirmed the leak theory or that something was not tightened into place at the factory.

The important piece of information here is how I felt at Home Depot when I bought the defective machinery. I was sick because it was a premonition and my my guides warning me that the mower I was about to buy was faulty and this would happen. If I had excused myself saying (which was true) that I suddenly felt ill and had to leave, I would have had to wait longer for my new play toy - but it would have been the right one and I would not have spent the afternoon running around with a defective mower.

Another fine example for me to slow down, listen and get mower out of life.

the cover....

2009-05-01T21:50:00.000-04:00

A sneaky peaky of the cover in progress. Missing the full sized spine, bar code and publisher information and a few little other details.....

A Past Life of a Psychic - Part Three

2009-04-21T11:54:00.000-04:00

In meditation I felt an overwhelming heat inside and outside of my body. I found myself within the third eye realm walking away from a tree filled area to open ground. It was hot and dusty. The calender in my mind's eye read July/August. Ahead of me was a farm. I could hear children laughing. I had a sense of a kind family living on the farm. I could see the wife hanging laundry on the line. The place itself had a tall wind mill tower. I was unclear where in the world i was. The feel was like a tornado like Kansas but I felt it did not matter where it was. The farm had a split rail fencing and many horses. By the time Sampson got there the children had all grown. English seemed to be a second language to these folks. Something was not okay with the wife. I felt something black growing inside of her.

Time switched and I was watching a man in a pick up truck. Sampson had all ready been stolen. The theft had been instigated by someone close to John - but it was clear to me that I was not supposed to go there. That was a karmic situation and none of my business. It was not part of what needed to be told at this time. Sampson was taken and the man in the pick up truck had purchased him for $50.00 then sold him to the farmer. The farmer was told that he had been a movie star's dog. He did not care. He just wanted Sampson for his wife - to be her companion.

Samspon became very connected to the farmer's wife. I saw him being given raw meaty bones on Sundays. It was written for Sampson to be close to this woman. She had cancer. He was to be by her side as her health failed.

Early on in Sampson's life on the farm he did have an accident. He fell into a hole that resembled an abandoned well. He was badly hurt with broken bones. The vet came to the farm and wanted to put Sampson down. But the family was insistent on healing him. It was a long mending time and Sampson never walked the same but he did heal and he did live a long time.

Sampson's karma was done with John. John had tremendous karma burning in this life time with a strong theme of leaving and being left, stealing and being stolen from. His experiences were both sides of each. The dog would not be coming home to him but instead his time was with the farmer's wife as she slowly dwindled away. He was of great comfort to the woman who suffered tremendous pain.

Some time after the wife's death, Sampson was diagnosed with cancer. Before the pain became too severe, the farmer had Sampson put down. Sampson wanted me to tell John that he did not die a horrible death.He lived a beautiful life. He needed to be where he was to help the woman through her trauma and pain.

I wrote everything down for John and sent it to Sara for her to give to him. With it I sent a hand made Native American flute - a bass E - adorned with raw hide and feathers. I knew my old friend's life was very different than mine this time around. I thought of the raven passing from his shoulder to mine. It symbolized the passing of information from teacher to student. I could see other lifetimes we had shared - one in Paris when we were both involved in the ballet. I died in a fire on a second floor while he stood outside helpless hearing me scream. Other times we stood side by side in monasteries of Tibet and in another he was my secret friend in India who brought me fresh fruits and told me stories that made me laugh. He had a deep story teller's voice.

We met up in NYC a few years ago. When we first met, it was rushed and when I turned to walk away I felt John's hand gently grab onto my upper arm. I sensed a sigh of relief and realized that the last bit between us was his being unable to get to me in that fire in Paris. Now he had reached me. Now we were done.

Energies change from life time to life time. Our karma was over and now we went our separate ways. Namaste old friend. I wish you well. OWL be seeing you!

A Past Life of a Psychic - Part Two

2009-04-15T09:19:00.001-04:00

That evening I did a search on line for the man who had been my teacher in the past lifetime. He is somewhat well known so it was not difficult to find him. I ran across a web site showing him at the piano with a woman with long red hair standing next to him. When her picture came on screen I was dumbfounded. Deep down I was not surprised. She had reappeared in this lifetime with the same brilliant long red hair. Since I prefer to maintain their privacy I will refer to them as Sara and John. Both lived very close to where my friend Elizabeth was in Los Angeles. The next day I phoned my friend and told her everything.

The next day Elizabeth called me. She had dropped by the shop where Sara worked and met her. They shared a cup of coffee and felt as if they were very old friends who had miraculously found each other. Both are involved in music and made arrangements to get together in that mode. They had been friends for two months when I had an overwhelming feeling while working in my studio one evening. I picked up the phone and called Sara at work. Elizabeth had not told her anything about me.

I explained who I was and decided to lay all my cards down on the table, and told her of our connection. Being very intuitive she felt an energy about me that connected with her. We talked for three hours. Within the first hour I kept feeling the presence of a Bernese mountain dog named Sampson. He had something to say. I knew he was a spirit who had passed. He wanted his message to be told.

The next time I talked with Sara I asked her - "Who is Samspon?"

"That was John's dog."

"Was?"

"He was stolen a long time ago. He searched everywhere for him and then was told by a psychic that Sampson fell down a well and died a horrible death."

Something felt very wrong to me about this. Sampson was very clear that he had been put down because of cancer.

"No - he said he fell down a well and someone came and found him."

"The psychic said he fell down a well and died there."

"Yes - he fell down a well - but it sounds like the remainder of the information was misinterpreted or really more like it was assumed."

That night the phone rang after midnight and woke me up. Sara was sitting on John's front porch. She had told him about me and he had her call me on her cellphone. He played the flute while Sara and I talked. She conveyed to him again what I had said about Sampson. He answered back that he had searched the jungles for him and that someone had stolen Sampson from him and again repeated about the horrible death.

"No," I heard. "I lived a wonderful life." Sampson was in my room.

"If you would like to know the whole story of what happened I think I can get that for you. I would like to do this as a gift to you." As I am saying this I hear Sampson agree to tell me his story. John went along with it though he was skeptical at best. I felt that Sampson wanted to offer some peace to John.

Part Three tomorrow

A Past Life of a Psychic

2009-04-14T09:43:00.000-04:00

A Past Life of a Psychic

a true story by Bethanne Elion

Part One: 1864

In May of 2005, I found a quiet place in my home to meditate and go back in my own lives - a past life regression. The timing was June 20th, 1864. I was wearing deer skin and standing in a ravine with hills on all sides all with tall pines. Some of my tribe was standing in the distance on a hill. One of them moved closer to me. He was a towering presence with long, shiny black hair and smelled like horses in the rain. I could feel the energy of his soul - so familiar across time. Two Hearts was my teacher, friend, brother.

A raven was on my shoulder. It moved to the man's shoulder and during our conversation (which I did not literally hear) the bird moved back and forth between us from my shoulder to his to my hand to his. I recognized the spirit as someone I have seen in present time but not actually met. But in Montana in 1864 he was a powerful shaman who was known for his connection to birds. As a child he raised two eagles and could understand their language. He was my mentor and taught me all the ways of our people, the secrets and the medicine. The baton was handed from him to me and when he was no longer there, the people looked to me. Someone else was there I knew - I turned to look at a woman who was the image of me. My twin. The spirit was my friend Elizabeth in this lifetime. We were both petite. Elizabeth had a gift with horses.

Time skipped five years forward. It was not the same location. The land was open with grasses. I was kneeling in front of a fire (though I did not see flames - it may have been burned out but there was still heat in the coals from the wood). It was daytime and there was much movement around me. Men were mounting horses. i could feel that many had died. In front of the fire I saw my face. I was in deep meditation. During that meditation I felt a deep connection to the land, the people and the universe.

I did not see Two Hearts anywhere. I could feel that he had passed but I saw his spirit. We had a very deep connection. He showed himself to me in human form then stepped inside of an owl. He shifted into the owl then flew up into the universe.

As I moved forward in time once again I felt that all my people had died. When I had first arrived in 1864, it was a joyful time. I was content and at peace. The connection to my beloved teacher and to Elizabeth as my twin and others was deep within my bones. It was yet another five years along and I was living in a white man's home. I felt deadpan - I had no feelings left. In this home was a little girl with long red hair and freckles. Her sweetness touched me. For whatever reason I raised her and loved her. She was my lifeline through the rest of my life. I did not know at the time of the regression that this woman would come back into my life now - but I felt her energy and sensed her presence. I taught her my ways and the secrets of the land. She honored these teachings and in turn passed them down to her son who came into the world to be a healer.

I moved forward to my death. I saw myself lying on a bed. I was very old and passed away quietly with the red haired woman by my side. Coming back out of the regression I went through a tunnel of water that collapsed behind me as I flew forward to now. I was back in my body on a beach. Sitting next to me was the man who had been my teacher in the lifetime I had just left. I saw him as he is today. Around his neck he wore a necklace. I reached for it. It was a golden sun. I showed him mine - a silver moon. As he touched my face with his hand he faded away. I knew we had had many lifetimes as friends, teachers, lovers and students.

That evening I did a search on line of the man my teacher is now in this lifetime. I ran across a web site linking him to a woman with long red hair.

Part two tomorrow.

Healing Lyme

2009-04-13T12:51:00.002-04:00

I have a myriad of books and studies in my office discussing Lyme disease but none as comprehensive and thorough as Healing Lyme.

Stephen Buhner has written an extremely well-researched book on the disease itself and the process of healing it. His herbal protocols will no doubt open doors to those who have been unable to move forward with the limitations of current western oriented treatments

Chapters include Welcome to the Lyme Wars, Borrelia burgdorferi - a Potent Emerging Disease, Considerations in the Natural Treatment of Lyme Borreliosis, The Core Protocol: Natural Healing of Lyme Borreliosis, The Expanded Protocol: An Herbal Repertory for Lyme Disease, Herbal Treatment of Lyme Coinfections, Prevention of Lyme and Initial Treatment After Tick Bite, The Lyme Protocol and Repertory Streamlined, Resources, Referneces and Index.

Healing Lyme

2009-04-13T12:51:00.000-04:00

2009-04-12T08:42:00.001-04:00

Traveler's Joy

2009-04-12T08:24:00.000-04:00

At least once year i pull out my Juliette Levy books and read through favorite parts or chapters forgotten from my whole collection. Some are still available in paperback - others are coveted collector's items found on rare book sites or old book shops visited in my own travels. One of my favorites that is still available is Traveler's Joy.

The book is divided into seven chapters - About Travel, About Water, About Fire and Weather, About Dwellings, About Medicine, About Food, About Travelers. The two chapters that stand out and are put to use in my home are the ones regarding food and medicine.

The medicine chapter covers the how to's of healing headaches,toothaches, eye injuries or ear aches, fever, backaches or jellyfish stings. I use the recipe for insect repellent which includes wormwood, rue and rosemary. Her method of removing ticks is to throw some powdered ginger on them and they back out immediately. Some people feel that this would make them regurgetate their toxic saliva into the wound possibly causing tick born diseases. My own experience with using this method is that they move so quickly with the use of ginger or cayenne that I just do not worry about it. I would rather the whole tick out than the head left behind. I know many people who are so nervous about removing ticks that this method has helped them in dealing with their removal since it is so simple. The flea section is enjoyable to read.

About Foods will make you want to go to your kitchen and toss anything refined or packaged and become a gatherer of fresh ingredients. Since pulling this book back off the shelf a week ago I have had daily cravings for freshly baked breads and raw milk cheeses.

I find this book no less than completely enchanting. In a time when many are learning to scale back and make the most of what they do have, this book would be an appropriate addition to one's library with methods of healing out of the kitchen cupboard and simple means of making nutritious meals.

Just a Quick Update

2009-04-11T20:30:00.000-04:00

Sidney has cystitis - again. BUT - no crystals and no sign of diabetes (so hopefully we are past this for good). So he is in cat jail (a newfie sized crate) with a small cat box with our eco friendly wheat litter, and his bed and blanket. He can come out for food and to have some exercise time under my supervision in one closed room, and he is on antibiotics, an amino acid to acidify his urine (had been holding at normal but zoomed up into the alkaline end of things again). He is on ashwaganda 2x a day seven days a week instead of five days once a day. He is, of course, a raw diet cat. Two weeks in jail - then we retest his urine. He will have to have weekly urine checks for alkalinity from now on. That means Bethanne playing Crocodile Hunter sneaking up on him while in the cat box and sticking a paper in his stream. Maybe once a month bacterial checks. That would mean catching urine from him - not sure I am THAT talented. But that's the game plan. Do children get THIS much attention :-0

Off to curl up with my newf and my lab and a glass of wine....night night!

Between a Rock and Hard Place - Living with a Sick Cat

2009-04-10T11:16:00.000-04:00

My five year old male cat is sick again. A few years ago he contracted lung issues and nearly died. He received fluids daily, B injections, acupuncture, forced feedings, herbs and homeopathy. Everyone crossed fingers and toes and hoped for the best. he made it through all right.

Last fall someone started peeing outside the litter boxes, then in a cardboard box and then against a wall. In playing sleuth watching the cats and feeling it was Sidney all along, Sidney showed up as having trouble going tot he bathroom. The morning after I caught him having this issue - he wasn't able to pee at all - he became completely blocked. I posted about this in earlier blogs. Sidney had diabetes and crystals in his urine and a whopping infection in his bladder. With homeopathy, acidifying his urine, several stay overs at the vet with a catheter in him, ashwagandha and a special diet, Sidney did get better. The diabetes was still present - but only slightly raised glucose, so I decided to keep him on ashwagandha long turn to try and balance his system.

Where we ran into a snag was a full moon. He started peeing in the dog's crate on top of toys. I brought him back to the vet and found that he needed to go off the acidifier but still showed sugar in his urine. He had a bad tooth removed and this was several months ago.

Last week a client's cat kept popping in my mind - one who had a similar condition to Sidney's, but who pissed on the kitchen counter. Darn it - I was seeing it because the urine I was smelling in the house (thought it was from the litter boxes at first) was from Sidney - who pissed on MY kitchen counter and on the night of the full moon.

I bring up the moon because cats with urine issues are more affected during the full moon that affects the kidney meridian which does govern the sex organs.

So - all the rooms in the house are once again closed off to him and I am now waiting to play crocodile hunter and sneak up behind him with a strip to test his urine for sugars and alkalinity.

I am beyond tired an exhausted as I also have a 14 year old cat in very serious condition who is quite fragile but holding his own. I have been camped out in the living room with him as he no longer will go down the hall to the bedroom (now closed off because of Sidney anyway). So needless to say - I am all ready a cranky person from sleeping on the sofa night after night and being caretaker to my old sweet cat, Eddy.

What would you do? I will have to wait and see what the test strips say - though I all ready know. How many times can you piece a cat back together again when it also infringes on your home? Rule is - bathroom manners are a must. Once in a while when ill - I can see accidents happen. But if we cannot get Sidney stabilized - I can't have a urine home - no thank-you. But - I would feel like a cat killer. I truly hate being put between a rock and a hard space like this - much easier when it is more cut and dry like a heart attack or a terminal illness.

The Pink Eyed Pirate

2009-04-09T09:41:00.000-04:00

The eyes are the windows to - the liver! In Chinese medicine the energy of the body is in a different organ by season. Right now - the energy is in liver/gallbladder which harbors the emotion of anger. I often (sadly) refer to this time of year as school shooting time or mass shooting season. It is also the time that dandelions start to spring up across the lawns. These plants have an affinity for the liver and the greens remain sweet for the entirety of liver season, becoming more bitter as the season changes.

Another thing that pops up this time of year is pink eye or conjunctivitis. A close friend of mine's grandson had pink eye. The treatment she grew up with was slices of red potato on the eye lids. Leave them on over night and in the morning you would have to peel off the slices (the starch sticks to the eye) and the pink eye would be gone. They were unsure how to get her grandson to wear slices of potato on his eye - but came up with the idea of playing pirate and bandaged a potato slice on his eye which he wore to bed. The next morning his eye had returned to normal.

On the dairy farms pink eye shows up this time of year. One natural means of treating it is to put cod liver oil right in the eye itself. Cod liver oil has very high levels of omega-3 fatty acids, EPA, DHA, vitamins A and D and E. You can also take it internally for this condition - however - if you also take vitamin E and selenium in your regime, take these away from the cod liver oil as cod liver oil will block the uptake of E and selenium.

For wonderful well researched information on cod liver oil I suggest visiting the Weston Price web site - http://www.westonaprice.org

Spirits

2009-04-07T11:37:00.000-04:00

I was in Lake's Lampshades talking with the owner's new puppy Ziggy when a woman came in that knew Judy (the owner). When I looked up a white light cloud shape whipped around her then passed me. I did a double take because I was confused for a moment whether I had seen it in my third eye or if it was real. It did not matter if anyone else saw it since it is really common for me to see things other people don't. It has always been that way. As I looked at the woman and Judy was introducing us I felt this spirit being very protective of her, more so to her than her siblings. Something about the entity I recognized but was not completely clear about it. I sensed that ti was going to keep her safe and walk with her through grief and dealing with her family.

It turned out that she staying next door. We all exchanged pleasantries and when she left I turned to Judy and told her what I had seen and felt. She laughed - as she does when I am in "that mode." She proceeded to tell me that the woman was here because her father had passed away and she and her siblings were tending to his house and possessions. I debated whether or not to let Judy call her back, but felt that the entity - obviously her father - was doing his thing and to leave it alone. Somehow she would get the sense of his presence at some point.

I don't spend much time away from my property. With ten acres, six animals, a business and a book about to be released - I have little time to be out and about except for errands. But even going to the farm where I get milk usually means some sort of spirit is going to find me and make their presence known some how. I just did not expect any of them to follow me home.

A few months ago when I went to the farm for milk, I felt a woman in the barn with us while Farmer Tim poured milk into my ball jars. He and I were talking about the editing process of my book. While we were talking I felt a sincere interest from the woman in what we were discussing. I really did not pay much more attention to her. That property is old and the farm house has many spirits attached to it.

But when I got home I felt like someone had followed me. That night I kept feeling watched but could not put a finger on it - as if the spirit was a bit shy. Being very tired and stressed from work and the book, I payed no more mind to it and went to bed. In the middle of the night I had to get up to go to the bathroom - which never happens to me - I stay in bed for the night. I got up and felt something as if it were laughing which spooked me. When I came back in the bedroom I went to slip between the sheets and suddenly felt very confused. The bedding was upside down. Now - I sleep in one spot and don't ruffle up the bedding so much, and when i got up I did not flip anything around - I just slipped out of bed. So I got up and put the lights on to find that literally the sheets and blankets had been flipped completely - the blanket was on the bottom and the sheet on top. That woke me up.

In my time I have seen entities, mists, lights, halos, angels and the like - but had never experienced this sort of practical joke like this. The dogs and I moved into the living room for the rest of the evening. When I had gathered myself together I focused in on what was in my home. It seems a woman who had lived at the farm who loved to write and kept journals followed me back home in sincere interest of what I am doing. Though she was shy and quiet - she had a bit of - excuse the pun - a spirited side to her! I told her - okay - you can hang out - but I have rules. The bathroom is off limits. No playing tricks on me and no spooky stuff.

I told the farmer about it and the next time I went for milk he had old pictures of the original family who owned the house. I did feel that one of the woman in the picture was my new non-rent paying house mate - but could we could not find out the woman's name in the photo. Over time I stopped sensing her around the house but the editing was pretty much done. I felt she wanted to watch the process of writing - though she had never been published - she loved keeping journals.

Well - I thought she was the one who followed me home again the other day - but this time the spirit seemed way more stand offish. From what I have gathered she did follow me from the farm but it is not the same woman - but related in some way. Because of taking care of a seriously ill cat i have not spent much time honing in on this spirit - but the rules seem to be being respected except that I am getting comments about my house keeping. Some time this weekend I hope to spend some time seeing about rehousing her and putting an etheric "no room at the inn" sign out front. It is enough talking with animals on the other side - people - just a whole other ball game!

Saving the Environment One Napkin at a Time

2009-04-06T13:37:00.000-04:00

The other day I stopped by Annie's Book Stop in Rutland. This is a rather foolish move since you have to go through the Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Parlor in order to get to the books. But I risked it and only got three steps in before Good-bye Yellow Brickle Road captured my nose, and the fudge sauce, my heart. I splurged with two scoops with their awesome fudge sauce and when the bill came to $4.38, my jaw dropped.

I recalled being a child being allowed to place my own order at the Dairy Queen for the first time. With quarter in hand, I assumed that I would get change back as we always had. What I had not anticipated was the ten cent difference between ordering a cone and ordering a sundae. With no change to give back to my mother I ran back to her crying. Well - at 52 I had to shut up and hand the clerk a five dollar bill and mumbled under my breath - that's highway robbery!

I sat quietly in a booth eating my expensive treat - heck at that price I was going to savor every bite whether I liked it or not. When I got a bit of fudge sauce on my face I almost stood up to get a napkin, then remembered a show I had seen on Planet Green that morning about how many napkins we use and what it is doing to the land fill. I took my finger and tried to wipe off the sugary smudge - but really just made it worse - then in a moment of eco madness - I wiped my face with my sleeve thinking there! Helped save a tree. Across from me a rather heavy set man watched as I made my green clean choice. I smiled and as I walked by him to toss my paper cup and plastic spoon into the trash - I said - " yup - saving the planet one napkin at a time!"

Before I left I walked up to the counter and asked the clerk - "If I brought my own dish next time would you give me a price break?"

He just looked at me dumb founded.

"Never mind." I said. "I'll do it anyway just for my own peace of mind.

Pet Vacuum? Yeah Right!

2009-04-03T08:58:00.000-04:00

While looking at rug cleaning machines this week I noticed a vacuum being sold as a vacuum for pet owners. I immediately picked up the model, turned it over and took a good hard look at the roller on the bottom and laughed. Nope! This is not a pet friendly vacuum. What made this supposedly pet friendly was not clear at all.

I have had long haired dogs for many years - and granted - once we went to raw foods the shedding became more a twice a year issue - but I also have four cats and there is a build up of hair around here no matter how you look at it. Some of the newf hair has been known to be six to fourteen inches depending on the dog and it has become almost ceremonial after a certain amount of square footage is covered, to stop, turn over the vacuum and pull hair off the roller - sometimes cutting through with a scissors. I have yet to find a brilliant vacuum cleaner manufacturer who makes a pet friendly vac by having the roller be able to pop out and pop back in without unscrewing the the whole bloody thing. Sometimes the hair collects at the ends or under the plastic (what ever happened to eco friendly materials in vacs?) pieces and it is near impossible to clean this area out without pulling out the screwdriver and undoing the whole thing.

So you vacuum designers out there - obviously you don't have pets or you don't do the cleaning. Get with the program and make those (*&*&(^&%$%##@$$%%^&^&% rollers pop outable! THEN and only then can you advertise your product as pet friendly

Well - Bowl Me Over!

2009-04-02T11:11:00.000-04:00

Dishes - what do you use for your dogs' food and water? Or your cats' food and water? Stainless pet bowls are made with a thin layer of stainless over a core material - and often this leaks into the contents of the bowl. One of my first questions to nutrition consult clients whose dogs refuse to eat is - and their feeding bowls are made of what?

Pyrex or a good solid glass bowl (US made is a safe choice) is a good solution. Stay away from glass made in third world countries. If purchasing outside the US, check standards for metals content in glassware used for foods.

Best to keep water dishes in a safe location where it cannot be broken and food dishes should be picked up immediately after being emptied by your pet.

Barking Dogs

2009-04-01T14:27:00.000-04:00

I read somewhere that if you know that you will be confronted by a barking dog, carry the leaves of the Hound's Tongue plant (cynoglossum officinales) and when the dog approaches, put the leaves under your feet and quietly stand your ground, and the dog will quiet down.

So - if you decide to try this - please let me know how it goes ;-) If the dog "leafs" you alone or not!

What NOT to Wear?

2009-03-30T09:05:00.000-04:00

I live on ten acres in the lovely countryside of Southern Vermont. Some days I am working in my collar and leash studio hand painting pieces for my accounts in Hawaii, Japan , California and Texas. My clothing is covered in paint that does not come out in the wash.

When not painting, I may be outside in the snow, mud or freshly mowed grass playing with my Newfoundland dog and yellow labrador. Not the time or place for heals and dark washed denims that look more like trousers! Then there is gardening time (I have a 900 square foot vegetable garden and this year planting blueberry and currant bushes on my property - and strawberry plants), mowing time, planting or weeding... Shortly I will be removing a tired fence and then will prune over growth of tree branches and drag them out to the field's edge. I lug pails of used biodigradible cat litter to a spot out within my property line as I do with scoopers' full of dog poop from my two large naturally reared canines.

My life is not conducive to fine clothing! In winter I live in long johns and layers of sweaters and wooly socks. In summer I can be found in carpenter pants or shortalls depending on the heat and humidity. My hair is usually constrined with scrunchies (I know - very seventies) and I go from sun burned to wind burned and love every minute of it. Essentially I would be that farmer sort that Clinton and Stacey make fun of on the TLC show, What Not to Wear.

So now being faced with the prospect of book signings - I am clueless. We barely have a stop sign in this town let alone a Bloomingdales. And where do you find organic dress clothing? Are cowboy boots dressy enough? Hey - ask me how to handle a case of poison ivy or how to create a more pain free life for a hip dysplastic dog - I'm your woman! But book signing fashion - deer in headlights!

Jewelry by The Bathtub Psychic

2009-02-25T18:07:00.000-05:00

My line of jewelry will be previewed here on my blog and on facebook this weekend. The pieces can be purchased through me with Paypal and after this weekend they will be uploaded to Etsy and I will post that information as it becomes available. the piece shown here is watermelon tourmaline pendant with petal pearls and tourmaline faceted beads and a heart shaped vermeil toggle closure.

Your Favorite Bookstore!

2009-02-10T12:14:00.000-05:00

If you have a favorite bookstore that you frequent and would like to see Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic: The True Story of a Clairvoyant and Her Dogs sold there, please e-mail the shop information (name, address, web site) to

info@BethanneElion.com

and I will be sure to see that it is added to the list!

Thank-you!

Congrats to the Lampshade Lady

2009-02-06T14:03:00.000-05:00

One of the people you will meet in my book is my dear friend, Judy Lake. I moved to Vermont in November, 1999. The first person I met was a woman in Pawlet with a small boutique where she sold lampshade she had made by hand out of antique fabrics. Less than a year after we met, Judy's dog Odie was in trouble. She asked for my help and that story (sorry - no spoilers about it here!) is in my book (releasing Aug 2009).

But here is the fun part - Judy's book is due out in August 2009! AND - it just came up onto amazon.com for preorder.

Check out Judy Lake and Lake's Lampshades at http://www.lakeslampshades.com

I See!

2009-02-03T08:55:00.000-05:00

The other day I bought a night light that is in the shape of a Buddha. I suppose it will enlighten my dark places!

Dear Tampon and Sanitary Napkin Companies...

2009-02-02T08:14:00.000-05:00

Dear Tampon and Sanitary Napkin companies,

I would be more apt to buy your products if you would kindly put a free chocolate bar in every box.

Thank-you.

Yours Truly,

Bethanne Elion

The Bathtub Psychic

PS - I prefer milk chocolate

Getting the Message

2009-02-01T09:17:00.000-05:00

I heard this story not too long ago -

There was massive flooding in a farming town. A man was alone on his property when the waters starting to enter his home. It wasn't long before he had to move to the second floor and then to the roof as the waters kept coming. As he sat on his roof, he prayed to God to save him. Shortly after a man in a rowboat came along and said - "I am here to save you - get in."

"No no," said the man. "I have help coming. Please be on your way."

The man in the rowboat was dumbfounded but rowed away towards another home down the way. A little while later an emergency crew in a motorized boat came up to the roof. "Get in! We are here to save you!"

"No no! said the man. I have help coming. Be on your way."

It happened again a while later with a helicopter and again the man refused.

Time passed and the waters seemed to level out and the man sat there alone on his roof.

"God - why have you forsaken me? Why have you not come to save me?"

and he heard back -

"What? First I sent you a rowboat and you refused - then a motor boat and then a chopper. What more do you think I am going to do?"

Do you know when you are receiving answers and messages? It may be more subtle than a rowboat or a chopper - but if you listen and pay attention in your every day life - you will start to realize that you have feedback and answers and help all the time.

The day I uploaded my manuscript to the publisher (hmm - would Ernest Hemingway understand uploading manuscripts?!) I was a little shaky - in a good way. How exciting is it when you have spent five years working on something near and dear to your heart and now it is going to start the publishing process. So feeling rather cool and happy and light, I got into my Honda Element and pulled down to the end of the driveway, stopped and turned on the radio before turning. Right at that very moment the song "Paperback Writer" by the Beatles was starting. I had to laugh. I knew my guides (they are rather a humorous bunch)were having fun with me. I call this sort of event Psychic Radio - happens all the time.

Another time I was going to get into the bath and soak for a half hour. I went to fill the tub and there was absolutely no hot water. Now this is odd because I have a fairly new and very dependable furnace and the heat was working just fine so why no hot water? I kept running the tap but nothing but cold. If I had got into the tun and gone off as I do when I am in there, I would not have received an emergency phone call that I needed to answer immediately. Later that day when the furnace repair guy showed up the hot water was there. he shrugged his shoulders and gave me his $60.00 invoice. If I had been listening more closely that day - I would have waited and rechecked the water later - since the heat was working it should have been a heads up that mischief was afoot!

Sometimes these things are subtle - sometimes not. What events in your everyday life suggest the universe is talking with you? Do you listen?

The Great Reveal!

2009-01-28T11:46:00.001-05:00

Cover for Memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic due to be released through Langdon Street Press in Summer 2009

What would you like?

2009-01-28T07:45:00.000-05:00

I have started to put together a series of seminars and workshops that will begin in Autumn, 2009 after Memoirs of the bathtub Psychic is released. I would love to hear from you as to what you want to know more about or what you would like to learn how to do in regards to reading energy, the health/nutrition/emotion relationship, animal communication, psychic ethics, mediumship and the differences between thoughts and messages. - OR anything else that is not listed along these lines! Leave comments or e-mail me at bethanne@BethanneElion.com

The Doctors daytime TV - wealth of weird ideas on what is healthy

2008-12-27T09:18:00.000-05:00

The other morning I left the television set on and wandered off somewhere. When I came back a show called The Doctors - a panel of "experts" on health answering our questions had started. I walked into the room in time to hear an answer about yeast infections in women. The female doctor laughed, then said (paraphrased) and DON'T put yogurt in your vagina! I have actually seen people do this! The whole panel laughed that anyone could be that stupid and crazy. Without missing a beat the next question was about crows feet and aging. The advise was inject botox, the type A botulinum TOXIN, under the skin. Voila! Beauty achieved!

Now - call me silly - but how can one laugh at using yogurt which contains the bacterium Lactobacillus acidophilus that aids in the prevention and treatment of candidal vaginitis (a.k.a. yeast infections) but be serious and recommend putting a known toxin - botulism- into your body? This is medical advise? I can understand if you are choosing a blueberry or strawberry flavored yogurt - I might chuckle too unless this was a scene in a movie on Showtime after midnight....but I just do not get how yogurt deserves such panning and botox such a pedestal.

If you have a rational explanation for this please let me know.

Where's Your Hall Pass? Part One

2008-12-14T09:50:00.000-05:00

When I first started focusing on my abilities as an animal communicator, I never shut it off or out of my life ; it was 24/7. I could not get enough of hearing and seeing from any animal's point of view or talking with spirits on the other side. I would tell anyone within earshot what I saw no matter what. I had no idea how obnoxious that was for many of the people who happened to make the mistake of walking near me on my path! I was obsessed!

But looking back I have to laugh. I have come to the conclusion that it is perfectly normal to want to take in as much as possible and look for validations when first using these abilities and trying to improve them. It was not until I was watching an edition of 20/20 where they were following a story of a psychic helping on a case of a missing woman who was presumed murdered that I had a wake up call. The psychic explained that she always asked permission of the spirits to talk with them and if they could convey the information to others. I had not heard this before. I could not stop thinking about this idea.

It was the next day that I put myself in the position of the spirit who happened to be a cow that had passed over.

"May I speak with you and may I look at your health and where you have been?"

"Okay," was the answer.

For the first time I realized that using psychic abilities had a level of responsibility that was not any different than respecting others here in the physical world. I would not just walk into a strangers home and say, "Don't mind me. I'm here to observe!" and I would not just walk into someone's bedroom, unlock their diary and start to read while asking the person who wrote it to please get me a cup of coffee and some snacks as I might be a while.

In most cases following my revelation, the animals agreed to speak with me or for me to look inside their bodies or see what their history had been prior to being where they are now like adopted animals who were in stressful situations prior to their re-home. The first time an animal said no to me I was lounging in the bathtub. I had just finished talking with an Akita when I turned to the cat who lived in the same house - a client's home. The cat turned around and in the third eye realm she swatted me in the face and strolled off with her tail in the air. This cat had serious health issues but did not agree to have me look at her in any way. It was between her and her owner. When I told my client this I started to get the third degree as to why the cat did this. I could understand the owner's frustration but I had to say that I need to respect that I am not allowed in to see anything here. No means no.

I find it fascinating that often times when people meet me and find out that I am a psychic medium animal communicator, one of the first things that they do is assume I see everything about them and know their intimate details in life. When I see this happening my comment back to them is something like - "Unless you give me a hall pass I won't go there. I need permission." The look is usually one of surprise but also there is a sense of relief when they realize I mean it.

Over time this one guideline has changed my thinking of reading universal energy. I have developed my own concept of ethics because of it which i will write about in my next blog.

Dogs on Ice

2008-12-12T11:52:00.000-05:00

It started snowing yesterday afternoon. At first everything felt magical with the snow sticking to every tree branch, fence and roof. But as night fell the temperature started rising and the snow turned to freezing rain. I stood outside leaning on my snow shovel frowning. I do not mind a good snow fall and being outside cleaning up pathways - but ice? No thanks! The logical thing to do was to go back in the house, close the blinds and think cold and snow not ice.

This morning when I opened the door for my labrador to go out, she stepped down the two cement steps then slid across her little "pee yard" and managed to get her feet under her by the time she reached the fence. I headed out in my night clothes, took the shovel and started banging holes in the several inch layer of ice on top of six inches of snow. Once the ice was broken up I shoveled it out of Isabelle's yard. But india the newf was going to be a challenge. Normally she and I walk out the front door and walk around the house in the morning for her to go to the bathroom. With so much ice i brought her into Isabelle's yard to go which she was not thrilled about. I knew I would have to be out for the whole day breaking patches of ice. The irony is that I just purchased a snow blower. lot of good that is with ice!

I was back in position standing in the yard leaning on my shovel pondering how this scene would be beautiful if I did not have to spend all day breaking patches of ice, shoveling it and the heavy snow beneath it.

"Okay - have faith. You will have this done!"

On those words, a neighbor, who has never done this before, showed up in his truck with a plow and cleaned out my driveway for me and a big patch in the front so india could have a place to go to the bathroom. How about that! So to me - today - since we have electricity and the driveway is clear - it is BEAUTIFUL outside :-)

Cover Concepts and Authors

2008-12-09T10:35:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I saw the cover art for my book for the first time -oh - excuse me - they call it cover concept now! Yikes! I have to get with the jargon! The cover of memoirs of the Bathtub Psychic is a collage of photos - meaning they piece together a background (the forest) then a bathtub (clawfoot of course) then a woman about to drop her towel and step in the tub (yes it is discrete!) and of course - a big ol' newfie!

When the revisions are done i will post the cover concept here on my blog. Until then .....

What Exactly Do You Mean?

2008-11-02T11:50:00.001-05:00

I received an e-mail the other day that started out - meet so and so - she is walking for cancer. Huh? Walking for cancer? To get it? To raise money FOR it? I do not understand. This seems to happen weekly - e-mails for cancer. Someone is walking for it, fighting for it and raising money for it. Now why would you do that? And why does this wording not seem to bother other people? Are you for cancer? Hmmm. What would Freud say about this?

Now - if you are interested in whole health healing, cancer prevention and cure - then I suggest looking very, very carefully at what you are referencing. One of the best web sites I know in regards to cancer information including historical referencing on holistic healing and cancer is http://www.cancersalves.com or http://www.cancerchecklist.com Both these web sites are authored by the same individual. Another important web site is by Jerry Brunetti who cured himself of lymphoma agri-dynamics.com

"Grey Owl"

2008-10-31T08:13:00.000-04:00

Yesterday I had the good fortune to see the movie GREY OWL. It is the true story of a man who was born English (Archie) but had a deep need to live in the woods as a Native American. He relocated to Canada and took on the persona of a half breed Apache living as a trapper away from society. When faced with two orphan beaver his live in partner rescues, Archie gives up trapping and becomes famous for his writings on life in the wild and about conservation. It is truly a captivating film and I highly recommend it.

From my point of view I find this absolutely a stunning example of someone in touch and in love with a past life that they need to return to and live out the passion of the time. Grey Owl was indeed, in my opinion based on my ability to see past lives, at one time full blooded Native American.

I am off to the book store as I seem to remember a copy of his complete works on a top shelf in the nature section. I am captivated by this spirit and cannot wait to read more about him. "We are what we dream."

Eating Well for Less Money

2008-10-30T09:18:00.000-04:00

I find myself in the fortunate position to live near dairy farms. Once a year I arrange to purchase two cows - sometimes culled dairy cows, sometimes boys that have been raised for meat. This year is no different. I have two Jerseys about to fill my freezer. The culled cows, since older, I have the meat ground and ask them not to trim any of the fat so that the content remains closer to 80/20 meat to fat. These cows have been on pasture all summer getting fat. They are slaughtered before the grass starts to freeze so that the CLA content in the fat (the omega 3 fatty acids) remain at high levels. Once the grass starts to turn, it takes about two weeks before the CLA content in the meat disappears or goes to a much lower level. The idea is to have as high a CLA content as possible. Meat raised properly is extremely healthy for you as opposed to grain finished meats. For more information on this please check out the web site, http://www.eatwild.com

By purchasing my meat like this I am able to get a price I can afford as opposed to buying meat weekly at the grocery store from cows I do not know anything about - how they were raised, if they were slaughtered humanely, if they were raised on grass or finished on grass. I plan out how much meat I will need to feed both my dogs for the year. They eat beef four to five times a week. Sometimes I purchase a male Jersey cow raised for meat just to have the steaks for myself! The price is the same as buying the chopped meat - this year about three dollars a pound including the processing. Can you beat that? Worth saving all year to have enough at one time to buy whole cows!

My other secret for eating well for less money is using recipes from Nourishing Traditions by Sally Fallon. By buying rice, grains and herbs in bulk (especially if the rice and grains are on sale!) I can flip to any page in her book and make up a batch of baked beans to have with my tenderloin or other assorted yummies. I cook enough to last for several days at a time in order to cut down on kitchen time. Since I naturally rear my animals I do already spend at least a hour in the kitchen daily. I don't need to add to that if I do not have to!

Right now I do have a huge pot of baked beans toasting in the oven - ready at 2pm! On the back burner of the stove is a huge beef bone with meat on it cooking down to make beef stock. To that I will be adding vegetables stored from my garden and wild rice from Wilderness Family. I like the wild rice because it does not over inflate in the soup!

One major investment in my kitchen has saved me a fortune. That would be - my grain grinder! It also has a flaker. So instead of buying packaged rolled oats for ridiculous prices, I buy oat groats (organic) in bulk as well as other grains. Since I use oats for my dogs I buy a 50 pound sack at a time. Not something that would be easy to keep in an apartment situation - but it is still less expensive to purchase the groats than the pre-rolled oats. The other benefit to "rolling your own," is less heat involvement in the rolling than in commercially rolled grain and this leaves more vitamin and nutrient qualities in the end product.

So a little preplanning and a little work in the kitchen can save you $$$$ and leave you with wonderfully nourishing foods. In these times of legalized extortion (gas and oil prices) we need to mind where every penny goes. I refuse to let anyone dictate what level of quality my family gets for nutrition. There are ways around the system that work! Stay away from packaged foods. Try and buy as close to the source if not directly from the source as possible. Roll your own grains or grind your own flour with a grain grinder/flaker. It takes moments and the result is tastier than anything you can buy pre-made in the store. Plan ahead regarding meals. Make extra at once to save time and energy in the kitchen. Your stomach will thank-you!

2008-10-29T08:15:00.000-04:00

Less than 24 hours after I brought Sidney back home, we were heading back up to Richford. He was not able to urinate once again. This time the catheter stayed in place and Sidney received kitty morphine for the pain. I brought his favorite cat bed, a few days' supplies including food and Animal Apawthecary's Tinkle Tonic and left him with Dr. Skilling. About a day later the catheter came out but he remained on the pain killer.

It was a week before he was ready to come home - meaning he was urinating fairly regularly and though he obviously was still swollen, he was passing urine and his bladder was completely emptying when he did. he had gone from receiving nux vomica to pulsatilla.

At home he went on an amino acid DL - Methionine, known for acidifying urine. His Ph at that point was still very alkaline. He received 200 mg BID (twice a day at meal time since the body becomes more alkaline after ingesting food). I also found a small paragraph in a book on holistic cats regarding the use of Ashwagandha in cats who do not heal from urinary infections. I purchased several bottles of the tincture made with glycerine instead of alcohol and started adding 10 - 12 drops in each meal.

Though his urine was a fine stream that you could not hear when he went - he was going - a good sign indeed. My friend, Ashley, could not help but laugh at me when she and i were on the phone one night and I was following Sidney around whispering to her his every move - 'he is in the box and getting ready to pee. Okay - he is peeing - I see some urine in the box. No sign of blood. That's good." I had a flashlight to check his deposits over carefully before he covered them. Ashley thought I sounded like the crocodile hunter, whispering as I followed the tamed feline. Crikey mate!

Sidney started to show signs of having issue peeing once again. He strained but was still going. When I was outside that night I realized that it was almost a full moon. The moon affects tides, waters, kidney meridian (in Chinese medicine the kidney meridian includes the sex organs - the moon affects all the kidney meridian). I gave him three doses of homeopathic remedy Causicum 30c then the next day one dose of ythe homeopathic remedy Thaspi bursa. I kept a close eye on him until the full moon passed and his straining eased up. The remedies made a huge difference for him.

He is staying on the Ashwagandha for two months. I check his Ph with a ph paper by sticking it under him once he starts to pee. I sneak around behind him knowing that once he starts to go he won't stop mid-stream. Every time I successfully get a ph strip under him and into the stream I whisper loudly - Crikey, mate!!

Sidney remains stable. The good news is that now when he goes I can actually hear it - not as loud as I would like - but it does mean that the inflammation is down. He has gone back to dive bombing Ming the Siamese when she comes into the back room and nights he sleeps on my stomach purring and smiling.

Bathtub Psychic Update

2008-10-22T08:34:00.000-04:00

Thank-you for the e-mails asking me about Sidney. I am sorry I have not had a chance to finish telling his story. I will get to it later this week. He is doing okay and is next to me right now purring away. I have editing to do for the book and orders for Barking Bear to fill - everything at once of course! But as soon as I can I will be back with his story.

The picture is of my Newfoundland Dog, India, enjoying a raw bone from a grass fed cow.

A Complicated Cat - Part Two

2008-10-07T08:03:00.000-04:00

The game plan was to figure out which would be the right homeopathic remedy for Sidney taking into account all his complex issues. I was happy to have the help of a very skilled classically trained homeopathic vet for this. Though I am well versed in acute care, chronic conditions truly require the help of a trained professional with experience.

Years ago one of my cats had sugar in his urine. His pancreas was compromised and the vet wanted to put him on insulin. I went with my gut instinct, grabbed my cat and ran for his life. On my own I sat with my materia medicas and decided on iris veriscolor 1m for Eddy. I added a glucose balancer to his diet and a month later he passed his urine test with flying colors. I am not knocking the insulin route - 60% of all cats who go on a particular type of insulin can go off of it eventually. But I am more interested in the whole picture and for me would not do daily shots and urine tests. It is a personal decision on what is quality of life and how far one will go. Everyone sees it from a different perspective. Call me a Pollyanna but I like to shoot for a cure if it is possible. Won't know unless you try!

Sidney did not fit the picture of iris versicolor. He also had a different plan and shortly after his dental cleaning we were rushing back to Richford. Sidney could not urinate. He had crystals blocking him and was in big trouble. He had a catheter put in releasing the urine from his bladder. The vet left it in him for a day and Sidney was hospitalized for several days getting fluids and antibiotics. The right remedy for him turned out to be nux vomica 200c. Shortly after having this his urine tested clear of sugar (and has ever since then). This was good news in two ways - first his pancreas was functioning normally again and secondly - the bacteria causing the infection in his bladder no longer was being fed by the sugar spilling through the urine.

My beloved cat came home several days later. Unfortunately the emergency was not over.....

A Complicated Cat Part One

2008-10-03T08:22:00.000-04:00

With four cats in the house I keep five litter boxes. I had been working in my studio through the weekend trying to get an order ready to ship to Japan. It was time to do chores so I headed up to the dormer room with a pail and sifter for cleaning out the cat boxes. After I had finished going through all the feline bathrooms I stood quietly in the high ceilinged space feeling confused. Why did the room smell so intensely from urine? I had emptied the boxes on my regular schedule but this time the stench was a little overpowering. I decided to take the pail down to the drop point in the field then come back up and see if that was enough to remove the odor.

The smell remained. I searched the room and discovered thats someone had been using a cardboard box that stood empty in the Northeast corner of the room as their own private litter free litter box. With four cats I could only guess who started this. It would take some sleuthing to be sure I was right about the culprit. The bigger question was - why? I do believe that 90% of all behavior is influenced by health and nutrition. Was one of my cats ill? I knew the answer was yes.

I cleaned up the cardboard box mess and closed the cats out of the dormer room then set up two clean litter boxes on tarps in the downstairs hall where I could mind them closely. It did not take long to discover that my five year old male cat, Sidney, was using the box much too often. He most certainly had a problem.

My vet is three hours away and when I have smaller issues I generally use someone locally. I knew it was a mistake but I took Sidney to the next town over. The vet was not interested in getting a urine sample from my boy and suggested that it had to be a bacterial issue and antibiotics were in order. In my head I heard that she was partially right so we took the antibiotics and headed home. I called my regular vet and scheduled Sidney for his dental as he also seemed to have tooth issues.He was overdue for a dental check. Knowing that each tooth is related to different meridians in the body I wanted to rule out dental issues as the root of his problems.

The three hour trip to Richford, Vermont is truly striking with rolling fields, cows and changing autumn leaves on the trees in the mountains. We arrived early in the morning and once my cat was under a sedative the vet took a urine sample from him. It was not good news. His sugar levels were high as were his bacterial levels. The sugar was feeding the bacterial infection. His Ph was through the roof alkaline. His mouth yielded two broken teeth and three others that needed to be pulled and he had to undergo a partial gingivectomy.

Sidney has always been a fragile cat. I hand tamed him and his sister five years ago shortly after I had discovered that they had been born under my deck. It took the Summer to gain their trust and by late Autumn I managed to catch them just before the first frost. Both cats were riddled with parasites that left their mark on both felines. It took months to get their health somewhat stable.

Two years ago when a round of the sneezes went through my cats, Sidney's sneezes turned to a serious lung issue that nearly killed him. For several weeks he needed to be force fed along with getting daily fluids and vitamin B12 shots and acupuncture. Slowly he recovered. He is not one to bounce back quickly.

What is so amazing about my boy is his incredibly sweet disposition. I have lived with many cats over the years but none as sweet and gentle as this white and silver tabby boy. Sidney is short for Siddhartha and my friends do refer to him as the Buddha cat.

Sidney was in trouble again....BIG trouble.

Tomorrow - part two

2008-09-30T08:32:00.000-04:00

Summer Milk

2008-09-30T08:09:00.000-04:00

Once a week I pack up the cooler with four glass jars, two towels among them to keep them from rattling and an ice pack on top. I head down the road to Castleton to a small organic dairy farm that has been in operation for over 140 years. By the turn off is a sign for raw milk and fresh eggs. If the old pick up truck is by the barn I know Farmer Tim is already inside starting the milking process.

In the Summer while the cows are on grass the milk has a deeper, richer color to it and the taste is distinctly bolder with a richer fat content. I call it Summer milk. When I bring it home I start another jar of kefir from the previous batch. From that I will strain some of the kefir to make cheese which we use like cottage cheese. The dogs get that as their protein one day a week. Sometimes I get an extra few jars of milk to skim the cream to make fresh raw butter. I do not cook with it but rather use that for a spread or on top of my vegetables.

I will not purchase store bought milk anymore. The homogenized milk, in my opinion, is just downright dangerous to ingest. The process of homogenizing releases the XO enzyme which affects the heart and can lead to heart disease. Pasteurized milk lacks all the enzymes one needs to digest the milk itself. Heat kills it. Now ultra-pasteurization - well - need I say more.

Sometimes when I go down to the farm the milk truck has been and gone and I need to wait for Farmer Tim to milk before there is any to fill my jars. I watch him bring in the cows and turn on the milking machine that has been there since WWII. It is to loud to talk over so I just stand and watch as the milk is pumped out then the next round of cows are brought in for the same process. I prefer those days - waiting for my milk. Those are peaceful moments.

Summer is over and soon all the nights will be freezing cold. Summer milk is done for the season but the ritual of getting fresh milk from the farm will go on through snow squalls and twenty below zero weather. Memories of Summer milk will carry us through the chilliest of days.

Barking Bear Collars and Leashes

2008-09-26T09:24:00.000-04:00

It happens almost every time I go out into shops or the post office or restaurants. People stare at my pants, or my long denim skirts and nine times out of ten these oglers come over to me and ask - are you an artist?

For seventeen years now I have been painting collars and leashes. It started when I could not find attractive designs in Newfoundland dog sizes for my first dog, Sophie. I began to paint her plain nylon collars. Slowly at the dog park people brought me their dogs' collars to paint for them and from there a shop asked me for a selection of designs to sell. Now I mainly export to Japan and sell to several shops in Hawaii, California and Texas.

Because the designs are labor intensive with many layers I am always heading down to my studio to add noses or eyes or hearts and ears to the nylon pieces. I wipe the paints on my pants or skirts and because it is a fabric paint, it does not come out in the wash. I have become accustomed to being covered in paint but it always attracts people to me and inevitably they want to buy my pants! I find this hilarious since I am always seeking out one piece of clothing in my wardrobe that does not have a drop of paint on it!

The interesting turn for me is when these want-to-be pants buyers ask me what I do and I tell them about being an animal communicator and nutrition consultant and psychic medium. Every time it turns out that they have been hoping to find someone like me. Yesterday I was stalked by a woman in the natural grocery store because of my pants and it turned out her daughter's dog has Lupus and needs help with diet and understanding the animal's needs. Last week a woman whose dog had turned aggressive followed me around the Rutland Co-op. When I was in Saratoga Springs having lunch a woman plunked her tray down on my table asking about my pants but it turned out she had a very misunderstood cat who kept biting her and she needed to understand why.

"Where did you get your pants?"

"Sears men's department."

"No! No! That's not what I meant!"

So paint seems to be a magnet in my life. It seems to make me approachable! So if you are out and about in some sort of holistic market and see a five foot tall woman in painted jeans - bop over and say hello!

Q&A: Questions About Being Psychic and Past Lives

2008-09-25T08:11:00.000-04:00

Question - Can you see people's past lives?

Often I can - Yes!

But is that a road you really wish to travel?

I have gone through phases of seeing my own past lives. In my upcoming book, MEMOIRS OF THE BATHTUB PSYCHIC, I have written about one of them. I was hesitant to do so as it can be very personal and private the feelings one has when you connect with the other aspects of yourself. But for the memoir is was necessary. that particular life encompassed a love story.

I will ask you a question back about past lives - knowing in this lifetime all the emotions you feel - love, anger, fear, joy and the events you experience - illness, romance, death, birth - how would you feel to add an entire previous lifetime's emotions on top of that? When people desire to know who they were in past lives I caution them that it may not be what you think. Don't you have your hands full with this lifetime?!

Question: When did you realize that you were psychic?

It was more the other way - when I realized people did not see what I saw. I remember being dumbfounded when I was the only one who saw a dark energy around a girl in a playground and when the spirit of a beagle was following us to town as we walked. I seemed to be the only one who knew he was there. It slowly dawned on me that everyone else was different than I was! I could see people's occupations and knew their ages or what they needed to grasp in life when I was very young - maybe ten years old. I learned to keep it to myself since no one else had these perceptions. I thought I was an alien!! What other explanation could there be?!

Question: Do you have children and are they psychic?

No! I have been so busy that I forgot to get married and have children! But I do have four cats and two dogs and they are all telepathic. My Newfoundland dog, India, is very sensitive to people's illnesses, especially cancer. She has "bonked" women in the breast who have breast cancer and has pushed her head into my stomach when I have been so stressed that my stomach ties itself in knots. I like to watch my Labrador sleep - and sometimes just for fun I will send her the image of a bone. She will wake up and go to the kitchen and wait for me to get one out of the refrigerator for her.

Do we manage when we can cure?

2008-09-24T18:13:00.000-04:00

Here is the question - when told you have a disease state do you accept what the health care professional tells you for management or cure? Or do you listen to what they have to say and also research it on your own?

Recently one of my cats was not using the cat box which is a sign of an issue. Since I have four cats I needed to sleuth out who it was. I closed the cats out of the room with the smell of urine in the corner of the floor and put two boxes in my hallway, then sat in wait. It did not take long to see that Sidney was peeing too often. He had a bacterial infection. I was suspicious as to why he had this since he was not on commercial foods which can be a major cause of cystitis.

I took him to my regular vet (three hours away - yes she is that awesome that it is worth the drive) for a dental cleaning and while he was tranquilized we did a urine check. He not only still had a bacterial infection but it was being fed by sugar in the urine. He was diabetic. My vet explained about insulin ($90.00 a bottle) and monitoring his blood sugar.

"No thanks." I was firm about it. "Either we control or fix it with diet and homeopathy or he will have to go bye bye."

The short of it is this - Sidney had dental issues - had several teeth removed. He received two 200c doses of one homeopathic remedy for the cystitis which was also a remedy for diabetes - it fit his picture beautifully. The blood sugar came down and has stayed down. My feeling is that the tooth issue may have triggered the pancreatic problems. Each tooth is a part of each meridian in the body and one of the teeth that was broken and needed to be pulled was related to the pancreas.

His blood sugar is still normal after several days now and we are looking at a full recovery from these two issues.

So what would have happened if I had put him on the insulin and just managed him?

Many things cannot be cured but in my opinion many can. The question is making sure you look into all options before making decisions.

The doctor who "cured" his sleep apnea in my blog yesterday - he "further cured" his issue by having his jaw broken and pulled forward for more breathing room. How painful that must have been to go through with his jaw wired shut for weeks while it mended. I think of him often and wonder if he would ever look further into the condition in regards to imbalances in his system. But I suppose on my part that is judgmental since he feels he is cured. What right do I have to say otherwise. There is, after all, more than one right way of doing things. Just because we might not think it is right, doesn't mean it is not right to someone else.

What does it mean to cure?

2008-09-23T15:27:00.000-04:00

Some time ago I got into a conversation with a cardiologist regarding curing diseases. He himself suffered from sleep apnea.

"So what have you done to change that?" I asked him.

He became quite excited.

"I'm cured! All I have to do is wear a device at night to help me breathe correctly."

I could not hide the look of shock on my face.

"So the device has cured you?"

"Yes! Indeed!"

"And you wear this device every night still to this day?"

"Yes!"

I realized then he had mistaken my look of shock for one of awe and amazement. But I was indeed shocked. What I had not thought of until that moment was that not everyone has the same definition of what it means to be cured. To the cardiologist, wearing a device every night of his life meant he was cured of his sleep apnea. I could not understand this. To me, he still had the sleep apnea and more importantly - he still had the underlying cause of this condition. His definition of cure was relieving the symptoms of his issue. My definition is removing the underlying cause to create health at a cellular level, meaning all cells function at their optimal ability.

So what does "to be cured" mean to you? This is not about right and wrong but rather what works for you and what you feel comfortable with as a means of having "good" health.

I thought of this conversation because of recent events with one of my cats, Sidney who tested positive for diabetes. Tomorrow I will start to tell you his tail/tale. It is an interesting one that has to do with managing disease or curing it.

Welcome to my blog. I am very happy to answer questions here on my blog site. You can e-mail me at Bethanne@BethanneElion.com . My web site is under construction and will be finished by Thanksgiving.

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