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An Evening With Theresa Caputo (The Long Island Medium)


Despite the evening’s uncomfortable heat, Theresa’s show was an unforgettable and fun experience!

Well, I can’t say enough how GREAT the show was! Despite some serious issues with the venue, Theresa was “spot-on” and I have a whole new respect for her and her work! The show was held in an outdoor concert-type venue at a the Thunder Valley Casino (a Native American-run casino). Unfortunately, the venue itself was quite poor (this made even worse by the weather). There was a crowd of about 5,000 folks at the sold-out show–and for the minimum ticket price of about $70.00, we were sitting on aluminum bleachers (about the most uncomfortable seating arrangements possible). Even the higher-priced ticket holders were seated on ordinary folding chairs!

My family and I arrived several hours early and had planned on relaxing a bit, having a drink and a leisurely dinner, then enjoying the show but, alas, that was not to be. The casino was huge and positively PACKED with people. It was polluted with second-hand cigarette smoke (you couldn’t avoid it–even outside), and there were hour-long waits just to get a table at one of only a few extremely over-priced restaurants on-site. Out of desperation, we stood in line for a half-hour in their “fast-food court”, couldn’t find a table, and half our party (including me) had to stand while eating our micro-waved personal pizzas.

Since we couldn’t find any place to have an “adult beverage” and sit or relax, we went outside (in nearly 100-degree heat) to stand in line and wait for the amphitheater to open. The wind coming off the parking lot was like a blast-furnace! After standing in the sun for nearly 45 minutes, they finally opened the gates and everyone filtered in. They had obviously over-booked the facility, because the bleachers were full–and people kept streaming in and squeezing in anywhere they could possibly fit. Fortunately, by the time we found seats, the sun had started to set and the bleachers were in the shade. Despite a (thankfully) cool breeze that kicked in, at least two people keeled over during the show and had to be taken away by ambulance.

When the show started (30 minutes AFTER the scheduled 7:30 start), Theresa finally made her appearance. She was HILARIOUS! Some parts of her show might not be appreciated by those who are offended by foul language–as she let out several “F-bombs” and a string of “sh&ts” in the first five minutes! By her own admission, she “cusses like a sailor”…but if one can find their way past that (or appreciates that kind of frankness as I do), the show is awesome! During the show, Theresa poked fun with some of the “spirits” who came through and their loved ones, complained good-naturedly about the California mosquitos (including one that “bit her on her a$$–even through her Spanx), and the nearly unbearable heat.  Theresa’s sparkling personality and uniquely high-pitched giggles had everyone charmed from the first moment she appeared.

Apparently, this was Theresa’s first group reading with such a large crowd–and my wife and I were wondering how on earth she would be able to channel with over 5,000 people (and their “spiritual entourages”) present. But she stepped down from the stage and worked her way around the aisles like the pro that she is. The audio was great and we could not only see Theresa and the camera crew making their way around in person (albeit at a distance)–we could also see her and the people for whom she was reading quite well on the large screens behind the stage. Despite her funny comments to the contrary (about her “a$$” appearing much too big on the wide screen), Theresa looked great in a simple, but elegant black dress and sparkling silver shoes.

Just as she does on her TV show, as she made her way around the crowd she’d feel drawn to one or two nearby folks, connect to and communicate with Spirit, convey many healing messages from those “on the other side”, and had many of those for whom she channeled (and much of the audience too) in tears. One man, who had apparently lost his son in an accident (and whose own life was spared in the same accident) had come to the show as a skeptic–and as one who obviously carried a great deal of guilt and anger. It was readily apparent however, that by the time Theresa and his son’s spirit were through with him, he was in an entirely new place. You could see his emotional reaction on the screen and almost feel his relief as Theresa gave him a big (and self-admitted “sweaty”) hug for his son’s spirit.  I was actually amazed at how she and these messages could connect with even those at the fringes of the crowd. I’m pretty sure that, by the end of the night, there wasn’t one person who hadn’t experienced at least one sniffle-inducing, throat-catching, or misty-eyed moment. In fact, I’m pretty sure my sister-in-law went through at least one package of disposable tissues!

There were quite a few other funny moments in the show that I really appreciated–and to me, they only reinforced that Theresa is the genuine article. She’s clearly a caring, loving person, with an amazing gift…and I’m so glad she’s chosen to share it. In one funny moment, someone made a comment about her fingernails. She mentioned how some people actually seem offended by them, then started rubbing and scratching one of the audience members’ back with them. She joked about how great they are for scratching peoples’ backs and expressed disappointment that no one was scratching hers. The audience erupted in laughter when a nearby gentleman eagerly stood up and, a bit too quickly, offered to do it.

Another hilarious moment happened when a kind lady noticed how Theresa seemed to be tiring a bit in the heat. She offered her seat to Theresa during the reading, but instead, Theresa settled herself down on this kind soul’s lap and joked about how comfortable it was. Then she asked the woman if the bottled water next to the seat was hers. When the woman replied that it was, Theresa unceremoniously helped herself and drank half of it. Then she made some more humorous comments–and nearly drained the rest of the bottle! While the actions may seem a bit “cheeky” to some, it all seemed perfectly natural and only helped endear her, almost as family, to the crowd.

Despite the distractions from the incredibly uncomfortable seating (and the frequent sound of plastic water bottles falling to the ground from the high bleachers), the show was WONDERFUL. Theresa’s quirky sense of humor and her heartfelt communications made the time go by quickly. While I may never again go to this venue, if I have another opportunity to see Theresa in person in a more intimate or comfortable setting, I’ll go in a heartbeat!

Theresa and Spirit–YOU ROCK!!!

Love Always,

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Remembering Infinity: Hidden History


Like precious treasure, Spiritual Truth has been hoarded and hidden from Mankind for far too long.

Like precious treasure, Spiritual Truth has been hoarded and hidden from Mankind for far too long.

One of my favorite topics of study, in addition to all things Spiritual, is history. I find the influences that past events, philosophies, and knowledge have had on our own times to be quite fascinating.

I suppose that my deep appreciation for history is at least partially due to the fact that my own family tree is a rather eclectic one (as I suppose I AM too, in many ways). Since the roots of my lineage may be traced back to nearly a dozen European countries, it’s quite easy for me to imagine that my own ancestors, if they didn’t actually participate in many of these events, may have at least witnessed some of them. It’s strange, but I sometimes seem to feel my own deep connection with certain periods in history—as if I may have experienced them myself, perhaps in a former life.

Of all the connections I’ve felt however, the one to medieval times—and to the Knights Templar, in particular, seems to be the most compelling. I find their history and philosophies to be unusually and inexplicably intriguing. On my own Spiritual quest, I often feel as if I’m winding my way through a maze of dark and dusty castle halls—where the most profound secrets of Life have been hidden. Along the way, I’ve been surprised to find that many of the ideas and teachings of the Rosicrucians, the Knights Templar, and the Masonic Order (Freemasons) not only make a great deal of sense, they resonate quite deeply with my own sense of Truth.

It’s been interesting for me to note that the doctrines of these and many other esoteric societies are “Christ-based”. That is, they recognize Jesus of Nazareth or Jesus the Christ as a preeminent prophet and teacher. They also understand God to be an infinitely compassionate, forgiving, and loving Being. In many ways, their teachings support my view that we are God—and that God is us (just as God is everything else). Consequently, it follows that we should all be capable of making a deeply personal connection with “Him”—and indeed All That Is. This wonderfully organic viewpoint suggests that we don’t necessarily need a church, ritualistic dogma, or someone to save us from a “life of sin”, as so many organized religions have taught us. We are all appreciated, forgiven, and loved unconditionally—period.

I recently watched an episode of “America Unearthed” on The History Channel. The show made it abundantly clear, at least to me, that the knowledge these Gnostic organizations made every effort to protect is much closer to the Truth than so many others would have us believe. In “The Templar’s Deadliest Secret”, forensic geologist Scott Wolters helps uncover and disclose a trail of evidence that shows how those in power have, for centuries, fought to keep much of this sacred knowledge hidden—in order to preserve it for themselves.

Governments, churches, and the wealthy zealots who control them have wantonly suppressed, tortured, and even killed those who would speak out against them—and even those who might dare to believe differently. The multitude of “Holy” Wars, Inquisitions, and other acts of persecution these groups have waged upon Mankind clearly shows their intent to impose control at virtually any cost. In fact, you may note that today is Friday, the 13th—a day of bad luck, according to Western superstition. Perhaps this brutal abuse of power is one of the reasons why, for, on Friday, October 13, 1307, hundreds of the Knights Templar were said to have been imprisoned by King Philip IV of France. They were tortured, forced to falsely confess to crimes against the Church, and ultimately burned at the stake. In Light of those circumstances, I felt it highly appropriate that I post this today.

It now seems quite clear that many of our governments, organized religions, and privileged leaders have suppressed the Truth, re-written history, and presented their own versions of so-called “spiritual truth”, all in an effort to keep an unwitting population at a severe disadvantage. It is thus that most of Mankind has been kept perpetually in the dark, asleep, and unwittingly enslaved.

Those in lofty positions of power claim that they will “teach” us, “lead” us, and perhaps even “save” us, but is their truth what we truly believe? Our governments, corporations, and many religious organizations insist that they are philanthropic and self-effacing. If that’s truly the case, then why do they hold such obscene amounts of wealth—while so many others are left to live in blind ignorance, abject poverty, mounting debt, and eternal suffering?

It has taken me over fifty years to understand and catch limited glimpses of the Truth—the Truth that we, as a collective, have been kept in the dark for far too long. We’ve learned much from the experience and we may certainly be grateful for its lessons, but I suggest that it’s now time for us to know and understand the real Truth. We and our ancestors have paid a hefty price for it, after all—through millennia of persecution, pain, suffering, bloodshed, and human sacrifice.

So let’s all uncover the Truth together. Let’s begin learning to look inside ourselves, inside our own hearts for the Truth. Let’s establish our own personal, deeply intuitive connections to our Creator, our Earth, and all our Brother and Sister beings. With new understanding, we’ll finally be able to move forward in Peace, Forgiveness, Healing, and Love.

We’ve most certainly earned the right to that.

Respectfully,

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Remembering Infinity: I AM. Are you?


Everything—All That Is, is God!

Everything—All That Is, is God!

I AM. Are You?

Many of the esoteric New Thought teachings from over a century ago speak about the “I AM Presence” and its importance in our spiritual understanding. In their expansive works, pioneering but controversial figures such as Madame Blavatsky, Guy Ballard, and William Walker Atkinson speak of the “Mighty I AM Presence”—that is, the individualized Presence of God that has been physically manifest in the form of every human being.

I know. Huh?   It took awhile before I could wrap my head around and fully accept the idea, but it simply means that we, each and every one of us, are God. We are God in physical form. But so, as I believe, is every star, every tree, every plant, every animal, and every tiny drop of water. As I mentioned in a previous post, “One is an Infinite Number”, we are all equal, interconnected, and interdependent aspects of the same Universal Being.  Therefore, everything—All That Is, is God. I think it’s safe to say that we couldn’t be any closer to Our Creator, even if we tried.

So yes, I AM. And yes, You Are. We all are! God, that is.

And isn’t that just wonderful?

Respectfully,

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Remembering Infinity: Dare to Dream!


Just as an acorn’s shell creates the space needed for it to grow, our thoughts create the space for our dreams to grow.

Just as an acorn’s shell creates the space needed for it to grow, our thoughts create the space for our dreams to grow.

As I was on a walk the other day, enjoying the cool winter air and a brief pause in a series of welcome rainstorms, I discovered a fallen acorn at the foot of an old oak tree along my path.  I was so captivated by its polished husk that I knelt down to admire it for a moment and even took the accompanying photo.  As I thought about the acorn’s nature, it occurred to me how fortunate I am to have the opportunities and choices that I’ve had—and continue to have, simply by virtue of the fact that I’m a human being.

After all, an acorn has no choice but to become an oak tree—and it has no choice in where it grows.  It merely grows where it falls or is planted, or perhaps it may become a meal for a bird or a wild creature.  There are so many more possibilities for us, and for these I am eternally grateful.

As I studied this mighty oak in its infancy, I realized that, in time, it would become buried deep beneath a protective blanket of leaves and forest debris and find itself deep within the life-giving womb of Mother Earth.  There, this tiny expression of life—this idea, would begin to grow in the tiny space that was provided by its own shell.  It would stretch itself, stubbornly push past the sheltered confines of its coat, nourish itself from the rich soil that surrounds it, and slowly make its way from the darkness to the light.

In order for us to grow, we must be as the acorn.  We must push our way past our own comfortable confines.  We must extend our roots deep into the wisdom of our past, just as we stretch our limbs ever higher towards the open sky and brilliant Light of our future.  As we unfurl ourselves, branch by branch, leaf by leaf, and deed by deed, we create that which is the highest and truest expression of ourselves.  But our growth and shape isn’t merely decided by the “blueprint” of our DNA or the whims of wind and weather.  It is determined even more by our hopes, our wishes, and our dreams—for it is these expansive thoughts that create the space that is needed for our future to grow.

As I resumed my walk and left the acorn behind, resting upon its cradle of fallen leaves, I envisioned the grand oak it might one day become.  I also imagined the person I might one day become and smiled—for in releasing my thoughts and positive intentions for our common future, I hoped I had created the very space we’d need for both our dreams to flourish and grow.

Respectfully,

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Remembering Infinity: The Treasure Hunt


The value of the riches that may be found on our spiritual “treasure hunt” will far exceed that of any and all worldly treasures.

The value of the riches that may be found on our spiritual “treasure hunt” will far exceed that of any and all worldly treasures.

Several weeks back, I received some inspiration through a comment from a reader (thanks, Matthew!) that led me to think of life and our spiritual evolution as a treasure hunt—and isn’t that just the perfect analogy for it?

A treasure hunt usually begins with an “awakening”, when someone stumbles across a mysterious clue of some kind. Perhaps they accidentally discover a faded map hidden in a picture frame, tucked away in an old trunk in a dusty attic, or buried in the yard of a neglected old home. The mysterious clue fills the finder with excitement and dreams of uncovering great wealth. They then embark on an amazing journey, fraught with myriad challenges and danger. Through it all, they are sustained by an undying faith that their search will prove worthwhile in the end.

Treasure hunts bring to mind visions of musty chests filled with silver coins, gold bullion, and precious gemstones. Sometimes the finds are ancient artifacts that reveal mystic secrets and long-hidden knowledge. I recall my own dreams of treasure as a young child, when my mom or dad would hide a few coins or a candy bar in our home and leave me a few hidden, cryptic clues that would lead me to the cache. I was also entertained by many books and movies, typically of the pirate or “Wild West” genre, that captivated me with their thrills, unexpected danger, and tales of woe and heartbreak.

It seems to me that our life journeys are much the same. We’re given a few clues that hint of the priceless riches that await us, we keep moving forward on our path toward the discovery of our own Spiritual Truth, and we overcome the many challenges that confront us along the way. In modern times, we may not always have to fend off hordes of marauders, bands of hostile guerrillas, or fierce competitors, but the stumbling blocks are there nonetheless—and they are just as formidable in their own right. Our quest is indeed difficult for, in many ways, we’re nudged along and bolstered only by our hopes, dreams, and a deep, personal faith that such a treasure truly exists.

Where our own incredible journeys are concerned, I wish to share my confidence that, not only do such treasures exist, their riches far exceed any visions one might have of any and all material wealth. Nothing can compare to the priceless knowledge and discoveries we collect along the twists and turns of our paths. Our clues may be shrouded in mystery and quite difficult to find, but to the true seekers they are there—and they will eventually be found. And if we work together, freely sharing our experiences and encouraging one another along the way, one day we’ll all lift that heavy, creaking lid and gaze in wonder upon our own hidden treasures.

I think too that one day we may be surprised to find that the riches we’ve sought for so long won’t be found the chest at the end of the trail after all. We may just discover that the ultimate treasure was the excitement and the experience of the hunt itself!

Respectfully,

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Remembering Infinity: Going Up!


Wishing you the most brilliant and wonderful Holiday Season and New Year…ever!

Warmest intentions for the most brilliant and wonderful Holiday Season and New Year…ever!

Remember that feeling of excitement and exhilaration when you took some of your first elevator rides? Perhaps it was a little scary—or maybe it was more fun than frightening. Either way, I’m pretty sure your stomach flip-flopped and you felt a bit dizzy with the sudden lurching and swift movement. I know I always did!

When I was about five or six years old, I remember the anticipation of climbing aboard the elevator at one of the larger metropolitan department stores. It was Christmastime and we were headed for the top floor, where the toy department and the Winter Carnival awaited. Complete with its rides, decorations, and fake snow—it was also the temporary home of a child’s best friend at Christmas, Santa Claus!

It was chilly outside and we were bundled against the elements in woolen stocking caps, scarves, mittens, and heavy coats. To this day, I still remember my apprehension at getting on the elevator. Holding my parents’ and cousins’ hands so I wouldn’t get lost among the cheerful mobs of Holiday shoppers, we stepped over the threshold and into the crowded car. It felt cramped, close, and much too warm.

As the elevator doors clanked firmly shut behind us, I felt completely wedged in among the much taller adults, ladies’ purses, and paper shopping bags, bulging with their brightly wrapped gifts. I glanced up at my parents for reassurance and, when they looked down with a grin, I knew everything would be alright. I don’t know if they sensed my nervousness or not, but they asked me what gifts I’d ask Santa to bring—just so I wouldn’t forget when the time came to ask him (or so they said at the time). That helped me take my mind off the swaying and rattling we experienced on the way up and, as I realized many years later, it also gave them an idea of what to purchase for my gifts that year.  Parents can sure be “sneaky” around the Holidays!

After what seemed to be a small eternity, we arrived at rooftop level. There was one last woozy, slightly weightless feeling as the elevator slowed and lurched to a stop. I waited impatiently for the doors to open, feeling somewhat like an Olympic runner at the starting blocks. Finally the doors rattled open to a brilliant world of colored lights, cheerful Holiday tunes, and the aromas of buttered popcorn, cinnamon, and hot chocolate. Cool, crisp air rushed in to replace the stale, dankness and we all surged forward, spilling out into the glitzy, sparkling, and fabulously artificial Winter Wonderland.

My cousins and I, suddenly set free, raced toward the carnival, screaming with joy—for there were real ponies, as well as whirling carousel animals, motorcycles, and even fire trucks to ride! There were games to play, prizes to win, and candy canes galore. Then there were the endless shelves full of toys—with big, shiny metal Tonka trucks, slot cars, model airplanes, G.I. Joes, Matchbox cars, and colorfully illustrated books of all kinds. Not only that, Santa Claus and his elves were there somewhere—and we had to find them. “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” My cousins and I shouted in unison as we blissfully scattered like snowflakes in the wind.

As I fondly recall that and similar Christmas adventures from long past, I can’t help but feel that we’re all experiencing something similar now—spiritually speaking, that is. Our world is changing and we’ve all stepped into a crowded elevator. Some are still distracted by their lists and shopping, not realizing the importance of this time or caring a whit which direction we go. Others, as little children, are awakened to the moment—bright-eyed, joyful, and filled with eager anticipation.

Which way will the elevator move? Will it be going up—to a new world of joyful excitement? Or will it be plunging back down—to the dark, enclosed basement garage where scary things lurk among the many shadows? We all have the choice, you know, and the way you live will determine your destination.

Me? I’ve already pushed the button for my ride. There may still be a stop or two along the way as more people join us, but this is a definitely a one-way trip—and I can’t wait ‘til we get there! So in the meantime, no matter what your own customs or traditions may be, please accept my warmest intentions for the most brilliant and wonderful Holiday Season and New Year…ever!

Going up!

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Remembering Infinity: The Drama Train


This Drama Train is pulling out of the station—will you be joining them for the trip?

This Drama Train is pulling out of the station—will you be joining them for the trip?

All aboooaaard!

I can see the conductor now, leaning out the doorway of one of the passenger cars as he scans the crowded platform below.  His head shakes in amazement and his lips are twisted in a sardonic grin.  He can’t believe so many people are still falling for it—but as long as he keeps getting a paycheck, he’ll be happy to herd them all onto the train like so many unsuspecting cattle.  Hundreds, thousands, even millions of people are pushing and shoving one another in a frenzied rush to join all the others—as if this was the last train out of town before disaster strikes!

But this train isn’t really going anywhere and the disaster they’re all fleeing is really just a cruel figment of someone’s imagination. Not one of them realizes it, but they’re all clamoring to climb on board for an ill-fated trip on the Drama Train.

We see its mad rush every day—in our personal relationships or in our day-to-day interactions with people at school, work, or elsewhere.  And we certainly see it on so-called social media and television.  Everyone has their latest fears, worries, troubles, or gossip to spread, for misery does indeed love company!

Isn’t it amazing to see how everyone seems to be under such incredible pressure to be somewhere, be somebody they’re really not, or do something, anything, in fact, because there aren’t enough hours in the day—or so they say?   We’re so pressured to achieve something that every minute has to be occupied.  We’re constantly prodded into spending the last of our hard-earned dollars or going into debt to buy what we’re told are the latest “must-have” in personal adornments, techno-baubles, and distracto-gadgets.

Some may be thinking, “But what about all those wonderful hours we spend relaxing in front of the TV?  After all, we can kick back and be entertained—right in the comfort of our very own homes.  Surely that’s time well spent!”  Hmmm.  If one can honestly call a multitude of cleverly disguised, manipulative sales pitches interspersed with shows that put down, divide, frustrate, and promote conflict as being worthwhile, then I suppose that’s right.  But between the news, with its focus on violence, crime, disaster, poverty, illness, partisanship, lack, and fear, violent sports contests, and “reality” competition shows where people habitually snipe, snub, and backstab one another—all for the sake of self-gratification, celebrity status, “bragging rights”, or outright monetary gain, I’d say that they’re all just taking another ride on the Drama Train.

Unfortunately, too many people don’t see the train for what it is—a one-way trip to global and self-destruction.  If you’ve ever seen one of those old western films where the train plunges off a collapsed bridge and into the chasm below, then you’ve seen exactly where this train is headed.  And no matter which way you turn, you’ll find these trains and their stations everywhere.  They’re just waiting for everyone to clamber on.  But don’t worry—the ride’s absolutely free and there are always plenty of seats!

The good news is that people are finally waking up. More and more are realizing that they’ve been controlled, fooled, tricked, and even hypnotized into believing that they need to be going wherever the Drama Train goes.  They’ve been trained to fear the unknown and expect the worst.  They’ve learned that they must fight against everything and compete against everyone if they are to ever achieve the success they want or the things they’ve been told they need.  And most of all, they’ve been conditioned to just be “one of the crowd”—that they need to fit in and conform, at all costs.  After all, there’s safety in numbers, isn’t there? And if everyone else is doing it, then it must be the right thing to do.

So please, hop aboard if you’re so inclined!  Everyone is free to make their own choices and whichever choice you make will be the right one for you.  And if you find yourself already on the train and having second thoughts about it, then no worries—just get off! But if you do decide to get back on later, I can guarantee there’ll be plenty of opportunities to do so—and I won’t judge you, either way.

As for me, I’d much rather walk.  It’s much slower to be sure, but there’re lots of sights to see and interesting experiences to have along the way.  And I won’t have to be concerned with crowds, deadlines, or collapsing bridges.  No, this is one train that’s clearly not for me.

Uh, oh.  Looks like this train’s about to leave. The conductor’s checking his list and it looks like he’s not too happy with the fact that there are still some empty seats.  If you’re going, you’d best get aboard now!

“Booooooaaard!”

Respectfully,

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