For Jeff: A Guardian Angel in Waiting

angelThis past weekend I attended the 28th Annual Ozark Mountain UFO conference in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I took my book, Daughter of the Howling Moon to sell. I also took my tarot cards to do readings. ETs loved Daughter and my tarot reading was rad.

I’ve been reading the Tarot for over twenty years. I’ve read at numerous physic fairs, birthdays, bachelorette, girls-night-out parties, even a writing retreat. But I have never had a connection to a client so profound or rewarding as one I experienced this weekend.

Tarot readers are light workers. It is our job to bring hope, inspiration, and guidance to our customers. If you’ve ever experienced a reading that left you depressed or has scared the be-Jesus out of you, then you got a hold of a bad reader. Period. While we above-average readers won’t sugar-coat our messages received from a higher source, we will always find a silver-lining of hope in what we say. That is our job.

I pride myself on being the most joyful, fun-loving tarot reader you’ll find. A reading should be enjoyable. While I am quite serious in the messages I deliver, I get as excited, overjoyed, and enthusiastic as my client. And when I get on a roll, the room shines with light and rings with laughter. I am not a medium. I don’t usually see dead people. I don’t usually talk to them either. At times they have come through while reading, and I will acknowledge their presence. But this is rare.

Why am I telling you this? Because this weekend I had three overpowering readings for two sisters and their mother which changed both them and me. Forever.

I saw the two young women walk in together the first day of the conference. There was quite a crowd around but I noticed them right away. They didn’t walk past me, instead they talked to the gentleman who had a table next to mine. I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but time-after-time I found myself drawn to them. At one point, one of girls became quite emotional and struggled to keep tears from streaking mascara and blush. It was a losing battle. I felt empathy toward her. Not something I experience often. Again, I felt pulled but didn’t responded to the tug. However, I told myself if I got a second chance to speak to them, I’d jump on it.

As Universe ordained, I saw them the next day. I took a deep breath and said hello. Out of the blue I asked one of the women if she had a brother. When she confirmed that she did, that was all it took. The flood gates broke open. Her brother had not passed, never-the-less he was directing everything I said. How do I know this? Because I was speaking and telling her things I have never said before. Ever.

I won’t go into everything that went down between us, (which was quite a lot) because that is extremely non-professional, morally wrong, and, to be honest, no one’s business. Tarot readers are bound by an unspoken code not to blab about readings.  It’s an invasion of privacy. Nine times out of ten, I don’t remember what I say anyway. True the words are coming out of my mouth, but they are not mine. They come from Universe. God. The Great White Spirit. The Force. Whatever you wish to call it. I am just a messenger. Even still I won’t discuss specifics of a reading.

The two women were sisters and looked so much alike they could’ve been twins. The messages I gave the younger of the two sparked tears once more, but not tears of sadness. Tears of relief. Tears of joy. The older of the two got a reading from me that hit home, gave confirmation, and bonded us like super glue. Their mother came to me afterwards, held my hand, and told me how grateful she was for the messages I had passed along, She said I had no idea what my words had done.

The next day, the first woman came back for a reading. Then Mom. Both of the readings were so full of joy that our laughter overwhelmed the room. People gawked. Some vendors even came over to ask what the heck was going on. The four of us were connected and experiencing a life-changing event. Shoot. Event doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface. Miracle is more like it.

In Daughter of the Howling Moon, Bethany Ann speaks about split-in-halves. These three woman and their brother were more than split-in-halves. They were one entity so strong, so full of love that they had split into fourths to come to this lower realm to express and give that love physically. The brother even shed his wings and halo to come to this dimension to save a lost soul. To give unconditional love. A huge statement, I know, but the truth none-the-less. I told you, the whole thing was profound.

I helped one heal. Which in turn, helped all of them heal.

My messages gave them peace and positive confirmation. I told them over-and-over how grateful and how honored I was that Universe chose me to bring healing and harmony to them.

I may never see these women again or even met their brother. I feel quite confident, however, we will hook up in the higher realm and share laughter, love, and joy once more. I will never, ever forget these three exceptional women and the spiritual bond that connected us in that wrinkle in time. A bond that will last a lifetime and beyond. I hope they read this blog and know that they are the reason I went to the conference. They are the reason why I read the Tarot.

These three women along with their son/ brother are proof positive that angels do indeed walk among us.

R.H. Burkett: author-Daughter of the Howling Moon, The Rook and the Raven

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The Beauty of Magic

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I look at the above picture (taken my Jan Morrill) and wonder at the beauty of magic. See how the light plays and dances in the globe? How the hard world blurs, becomes softer, more mystical in its radiance? What a dark, gloomy place this world would be without magic.

So what do I mean my magic? Humans, being the way we are, try to make something difficult out something so simple. Oh sure, magic can be a grand thing, but most of the time, magic simmers just below the surface and waits to spill its essence in small seemingly quiet ways:
A license plate on the car in front of you bears your departed loved ones initials.
A smile.
A wink.
A kiss.
A red cardinal against the white of snow.
Twinkle lights in the trees.
Campfire.
A crow feather given in gratitude for the bird bath of water…

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Split-in-Halves

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One of the many reasons I love the movie, The Da Vinci Code is the relationship between Langdon and Sophie. Thankfully Dan Brown did not make their relationship a romantic one. I heard he was criticized for this, the public wanted a love story. The Da Vinci Code, however is not a romance. While there is great love between Langdon and Sophie, a romance between them would’ve ruined the story. Langdon would’ve died for Sophie. Sophie would’ve died for Langdon. For he was her Knight. Her hero.

When writing my new novel, Daughter of the Howling Moon, I too was criticized for not having a love relationship develop between Bethany Ann and Benjamin. But, just like the DaVinci Code, Daughter of the Howling Moon is far from a romance. I wanted the reader to concentrate of the message of good verses evil. A physical relationship between the…

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Caroll O’Connor = Sheriff Buford Tate

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One of the most asked questions I get as a writer is, “where do you come up with your ideas?”

If you were in a room of 100 writers and asked this question, odds are you’d get 100 different answers. I can only answer for me.

My ideas come from everyday life. I listen. I never know when a title will emerge from every day conversation. This is what happened with The Church of the Howling Moon, aka Daughter of theHowling Moon. The story, however came directly from the spirit of Bethany Ann. As I have often said, I channel my characters. How does this work?

I’m a TV and movie nut, therefore spirits will flash pictures of movie and TV stars they closely resemble in my head. Sometimes it isn’t the physical look they’re going for but the personality of that character in a particular role. Clear as…

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The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans

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A few years ago I took a Caribbean cruise. It was a Carnival cruise and the ship docked in New Orleans. I had one day to explore this City. OMG! What a wild time.
Yes, Bourbon Street is wild and wooly and stinky. Beads are thrown, bare breasts are flashed. (not mine, of course). The Howl at the Moon bar was packed and the music blared. Howl at the Moon bar may no longer be on Bourbon Street which would be unfortunate because I had a great time at that place. Howl at the Moon. How ironic. Who would’ve guessed then I would write a book called the Daughter of the Howling Moon? Coincidence? There be no such things.

Of course being a fan of the paranormal and a tarot card reader as well, I wanted to go to every Voodoo shop I could find. I confess, I know nothing…

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Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition

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Here is my fourth painting inspired by my novel, Daughter of the Howling Moon due out this November from Pen-L Publishing.

The Bible represents the villan in the story, Reverend Jedidiah Wayne. Ol’ Jed and Ol’ Scratch are partners in crime. Jed hides behind the collar. Preaching the Word while committing sins against the most innocent. It is not intended to be a cut on organized religion. No doubt, however some will perceive it that way. To those I say, bless you. Well, not really. What I really want to say, is shame on you. Enough said.

The pistol represents the co-hero in the book, Deputy Sheriff Benjamin Sol. Benjamin has lost his spiritual faith but stands strong in his belief in the physical law. But can the physical defeat the non-physical? Even he asks, “how can you shoot something that moves like smoke?”

The jaguar in the…

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The Long Island Medium-Theresa Caputo

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When book-hunting, the first thing that draws my attention is the cover. Next to a great title, the book cover grabs by attention and makes me pick up the book. Then I flip it over to read the blurbs on the back. A great blurb, especially from someone I know or have heard of, often times determines if I buy or pass.

My new novel, Daughter of the Howling Moon, is due to be released late this year from Pen-L Publishing. I’m proud of everything I write, but this book is extra-special to me. For one thing, all of it was channeled. From the first word to the last, I depended on my character, Bethany Ann to give me her story. It wasn’t until the 12th chapter that she trusted me enough to finally give me the plot and where this story was headed. Until then, she just gave…

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Painting My Words-Take 2

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This is the second picture I painted inspired by my new book, Daughter of the Howling Moon. This drawing portrays the essence of the novel as opposed to an actual scene.

Benjamin Sol is the co-protagonist (like that term? I just made it up. Bethany Ann is the main character and hero, but Benjamin plays a huge part as well, thus the term.) Benjamin is the deputy sheriff of St Claire Parish. His boss, Sheriff Buford Tate sends him to the local voodooenne, Lady Tibitha . Why? Nope. Not gonna tell ya. Gotta wait for the book.

Among other witchy things, Voodoo priestess, Lady Tibitha reads tarot cards. I hit upon the idea of painting Daughter of the Howling Moon tarot cards that tell the plot of story. As you will see, there are five. Try condensing your book down into five things that describe it. Flash Fiction bite…

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CHANNELING THE UNIVERSE

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What is channeling? Very simply put, channeling is receiving messages from a higher connection. A person usually goes into a trace state and relays information received from another, higher source.

Edgar Cayce, aka the Sleeping Prophet, is about the most famous channeler out there. While in a hypnotic trance he would predict such things as wars, healing, Atlantis, reincarnation, the Akashic records, and the end of the world.

If you recall the movie Ghost with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore, Woopie Goldberg’s character channeled the ghost of Patick Swayze’s character. At one point, she allowed Patrick to enter her body so that he could speak and react directly with Demi Moore’s character.

Pretty cool stuff. Right?

When I started my spiritual journey I wanted to channel and was pissed off royalty that I couldn’t. Here again, I was making something hard out of something easy. I went to various channeling sessions given by others. I thought I had to put myself into a trace, shut my eyes, the whole nine yards. It wasn’t until I started writing that I discoveded I was channeling.

As a writer I’m often asked where the ideas for my characters come from. I’ve also been asked how do I make my dialogue so real? The characters so real. Well, here’s the deal. I channel them. While typing, my characters come into me and I am literaly writing with their fingers using their exact words and stories.

Now, I know there are many out there who are rolling their eyes and thinking, “Wow, this girl is a nut job.” I used to say this doesn’t bother me, but to be honest, their doubt and ridicle does. A closed mind is just plain stupid. There I said it. Deal with it.

Currently, I am working on my next novel, The Church of the Howling Moon.” This book, more than all the other books and stories I’ve written, is strickly channeled information. All I had when I started the story was the title. I typed it on the paper and then asked myself, “What next.” The next thing I wrote was, “I bow before no man but kneel only at the altar of the Church of the Howling Moon.” Where the hell did that come from?

When the time came to give a name to my main character, without even thinking I typed out Bethany Ann. What? My women characters are strong. They usually have names like Raven and Dixie. Bethany Ann is too girly for me. But. It wasn’t me I was dealing with. It was Bethany Ann. Let me tell you, Bethany Ann is very powerful and can hold her own.

I literally wrote the first ten chapter strickly listening to Bethany Ann. I had no idea where she was leading me. I’d end on chapter, wonder to myself what I could write for the next one, and there it was. The words flowed and it the best writing I’ve done to date. Bethany Ann did end up giving me the story plot and some idea where this story was going. However, she still throws in twists and turns that floor me.

I know where the story is headed now, but have no idea how to get there. I’ve spoken with my writing buddies concerning the ending. We’ve kicked around dozens of ideas but none really have hit home. I’m not worried. When the time comes, Bethany Ann will tell me.

I believe all great writers channel.

So, my wish came true.

I am a writing channelor.

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TO QUIJA OR NOT TO QUIJA

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Ah, the Quija board. What a delightful dilemma.

For those of you not familiar with the Quija board, let me enlighten you. The Quija board, or spirit board, or talking board is a flat board with the letters of the alphabet, numbers 0-9, the words, yes, no, hello, and goodbye printed on its face. There is also a heart-shaped piece of wood called a planchette. The object of this “game” is to place your fingers lightly on the planchette and wait for the spirits to send a message by moving the pointer to various letters and spelling out words.

Elijah Bond and Charles Kennard invented the board and planchette in 1890. Kennard came up with the name, Quija while working the board. He claimed the word is ancient Egyptian meaning, “good luck.” Parker Brother
Games made the first boards until Hasbro, Inc bought them out.In fact, my ex-husband made the boards while working at Parker Brothers. While Bond conceived Quija as a harmless parlor game, Pearl Curren projected it into the Spiritworld when she used the board as a divining tool during World War I.

I loved the Quija board. Notice I said, loved. (past-tense)

I was introduced to the board at Girl Scout camp. A camper pulled out the board she’d brought from home. We sat around the campfire and “played” the game. Of course, everyone asked the board who they were going to marry and girly questions of that sort. supposedly we got the spirit of John F. Kennedy. Who knows?

I also worked at Parker Brother Games in the sales office. During a storm that knocked out the electricity, we passed the afternoon with Quija. My partner on the planchette said she was a seventh daughter of a seventh mother of a seventh of something which made her very spiritual. All I know is, that pointer flew across the board with her and I. I was NOT moving it. She was NOT moving it. Freaked me out.

I was hooked.

Science has a fancy name to explain the movement of the pointer, ideomotor response. It means the person controlling the pointer is unconsciously moving it. Yeah, right. Nope. I ain’t buying it.

The dilemma with the board is that organized religions consider it to be a tool of Satan and warn their followers not to fool with it. The board brings in demonic possession. Now, here’s the deal. While I don’t agree with them 100%, the board is a portal that connects us with the spiritworld and therefore, one should use extreme caution.

There are lower-based energies floating around out there who delight in screwing with mortals. They love to attach themselves to some innocent who dapples in the supernatural and once they do, all hell can and does break loose. Who needs that?

I don’t fool with the Quija board any longer. Why tempt fate? I can hardly handle my everyday life, why do I want to willingly complicate matters even more and have to deal with something I can’t handle? My advise is, DO NOT FOOL WITH QUIJA. However, if you must, put up protection. Say the Lord’s prayer. Light candles. visualize a protective bubble encasing you. AND make it plain right from the beginning that only the highest, most loving spirits are invited to the party. Every thing or everyone else must stay away.

To Quija or not to Quija? That is the question.

Beware of the answer.

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