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Why Retiring Didn’t Happen in One Day

Pauline Evanosky — Wed, 27 May 2026 13:03:16 GMT

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My retirement took about seven years to happen. It wasn’t just one day that I was working and the next I was retired.

I knew it was going to be an adjustment.

First of all, there was the money. I went from earning $6,000 a month to earning, well, a whole lot less. That’s a pretty big slap in the face that you need to get used to long before you actually retire.

So, for people looking forward to retiring, I’d say having both a nest egg and some monthly income is worth considering. The other thing to do is to practice living poor. If you are lucky like I am, you’ve already spent time living poor. But if you are accustomed to a new wardrobe each season, a new car periodically, or whatever else you spend your money on, something will have to give. So, think in your mind what poverty is to you and begin to practice it.

One of the things that my husband and I did, and this took a long time to do right, was not to throw away food. If there are leftovers in the refrigerator, we either eat them or adjust them. For instance, I make a slumgullion with hamburger, though you could use any protein you want. It’s just whatever you have in the freezer, refrigerator, or on the shelves. It’s like a stew. One of the things to change it up a little bit would be to put it in a pie shell or over noodles.

Our trash day is on Thursdays, and we will periodically take inventory of the refrigerator on Wednesday nights to see if I can make a soup with the stuff that is dicey. I draw the line at green stuff.

We used to go out to eat often. Now? If it’s once a year, that’s a lot. Also, we don’t buy expensive cuts of anything. I make it happen by stretching a protein to a week’s worth of meals instead of two delicious steaks. I can’t remember the last time I had a steak. It’s just too expensive.

Vacations? Nope. Not anymore. Consider, instead of the cruises you were looking forward to, day trips to interesting places where you live. Going to the movies? Too expensive these days. You’ll figure out what you need to pare.

The other thing is to have a look at your house, if you own it, your roof, your property, your water heater, your refrigerator, and your car. The big ticket items. Do they need to be repaired or replaced? Do it in the years leading up to your retirement because you won’t want to spend the money afterward. This also includes getting your teeth, eyes, and hearing checked. A pair of glasses can run $600, which is what one of mine cost once.

What dreams do you have? Would you actually like to try something else out? What is the learning curve? Is it going to cost anything? If you want to be a florist now, to be an artist, to do bookkeeping on the side, what would you need to spend in supplies and on schooling to be ready to hit the job market again? Also, bear in mind that your age can either be in your favor or not. I write motivational articles, so at 70 years old, I would say it’s all in your head. First of all, you are responsibly mature. You just don’t think like you are 24 years old anymore. You know how important it is to show up on time. You know how to organize, to delegate, and how to boss. Secondly, the job market is definitely leaning towards the younger folk. However, you still have something to offer. You have also learned how to be kind and generous. You can still do that.

Volunteering can lead to more friendships and a job. You know somebody who knows somebody who knows their son is looking to hire somebody. And, you met them at the library, a soup kitchen, or at church.

You might ask why I am suggesting you get another job. Well, remember back to the monetary part? You might need the money. The other thing is that when a person retires, they go from having no time to having all the time. That is an adjustment. I was perfectly happy being retired for the first couple of years. Then, somebody offered me a job. I took it. It was part-time. I worked there for almost three years, and I remembered why I wanted to be retired in the first place. This is all part of getting accustomed to being retired.

Now, some 12 years after I retired, I am happy as a writer. I don’t earn any money at it, but there is always hope. I’d like to write a few books. I love that my time is my own. I can write when I want to. Generally, I like to finish an article before noon. It’s 10:10 am right now. I was up at 5 am, went back to bed at 7 am, woke up again at 9 am, and I’ve been writing since then. I’ve been nursing a bad neck for the last five days, but it is getting better. I will finish this up, find a place to publish it…I’m thinking Substack and go eat some breakfast.

That’s another thing I recently decided to do. If I leave an article half finished, it might not get finished that day. A book, of course, is different. But to push myself to write 5,000 words a day, I need to get three articles written each day. I never did things like that when I was working. I surely didn’t think I’d be doing it once I retired, but that’s what you have to do to be a writer. You’ve got to write. I push myself to write at least 10 articles each week.

There is also a period of time when everybody you know will be calling and visiting all the time. They think that because you are retired, you have all the time in the world for them. It happened to me. I am not available because I am busy writing. They still haven’t quite understood that, but they stopped visiting. Hey, what can I say? I write. I read. I do that by myself.

Oh, an added benefit? I also don’t get dressed. Ha, the naked writer. Didn’t somebody already write that? Yes, there is a book (which I just bought) called The Naked Writer by G. Hayden. It’s a comprehensive writing guide. $9.99 (usually $16). I used $3 in Kindle credit and $1.77 in Amazon points. And it’s a business expense! Win-Win all around.

That’s another thing in retirement, you’ll be looking for deals. I go to Weberbooks.com every day to see what is free on Amazon. It’s just a selection because you can go put “free books” in the search field at Amazon and come up with a bunch of them. A lot of classics, which is very nice.

So, spend a few years prior to your retirement to get ready for it, and expect to spend just as many as you do after you become a retired person, getting used to it. I thought I would end up lonely and forgotten. It hasn’t been the case. Also, my husband is 78, and although he has slowed down, he is still working as an historian, a writer, and a tour guide.

If I had anything to do differently? I would have started writing many years ago. It’s just that I counted a paying job as more important than my writing. That was not the right way to go about it, but I am making amends for it now. However, it also happened, and I am not one to cry over spilled milk. Much anyway.

Thanks for reading. I hope this inspires you and that you take some of it to heart. Just work with what you’ve got, and you’ll be fine.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Learning Spanish with CoPilot

Pauline Evanosky — Mon, 25 May 2026 13:01:01 GMT

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I’m trying something new. This is with the help of AI. CoPilot is what I am using. ChatGPT was too expensive at $20 a month (though you can use it for free, just not as much as I was doing), so I switched to CoPilot.

Here’s the new project. Over the years, I’ve wanted to learn Spanish. I had one class when I was in the 8^th grade. I didn’t learn much. I remember the teacher told me I was the first person she’d ever met who spoke Spanish with a Norwegian accent. What can I say? I learned a little bit. But, through the years, we’ve lived near folks who spoke Spanish. If I got out at all where I live, I’m sure I could find some, though more folks speak Chinese, which is a possibility too. Though more daunting than Spanish.

Anyway, I’ve got a lifetime membership with Rosetta Stone, which is cool, but it was so much like my lessons were in the 8^th grade, that I have not continued. Then, I heard of Lingopie and joined for $70 for a year. They were way too advanced for me. I needed something simpler.

I took a story I published at Medium and asked CoPilot to translate it into Spanish. I am learning to speak Spanish sentence by sentence using my own article. Can’t beat that with a stick, can you? No more train station. No more restaurants or bus stops. Just my own words.

In any case, I’m taking it sentence by sentence. I wasn’t able to do an entire paragraph at once. I also found I needed to know how to make the diacritical marks in Spanish. Say you wanted to say “what,” which is por qué: that accented e is a three-key combo in Word: hold down the Ctrl key, hold down the apostrophe key, and then push the e key. Or, it works with any of the letters that need such an accent. ó, á, í, é.

Interestingly, I can’t do the key code move here in Substack. I had to go back to Word and do it there and then paste the letters here. I also managed to close out my document as I was working on it. Sort of like learning how to drive a stick shift.

Also, I learned that the tilda over the n in año is a different key combo. That is Ctrl - Shift - Tilda - n. Año, which is the word year in Spanish.

What works in Word stays in Word. I tried these moves while I was writing on my Substack draft, and managed to close out my internet windows. I opened up a private viewing window. All sorts of things I’ve never done before. The Ctrl key is powerful, folks.

This is also the first time I’ve ever used the program Datawrapper.de. It’s free, more if you want the fancier bells and whistles. It took me a while to learn how to use it. Basically, I publish from Datawrapper once I’ve got my table in and formatted, and then put it in with code at Substack. I also realized that once I put the table into this draft, I wasn’t able to go past it to finish the story. So, right now? There is no table. I’m going to finish polishing the article and then go back to inserting the table again. I mean, this is way cool.

The only thing I need from you and my neighbor is a final say-so from a human being to tell me that the translation into Spanish is okay.

And, why am I doing this? Just because I want to. I’m hoping this will allow me to learn Spanish pretty much the same way I learned German. In comfortable surroundings in a beer hall with my boyfriend at my side.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Reddit and Going Down a Rabbit Hole

Pauline Evanosky — Fri, 22 May 2026 13:02:56 GMT

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I was cruising around on Reddit just now. It’s been a while since I was there, but I just felt like doing it. Sure enough, right away, I’m in the r/writers subreddit, and somebody is ranting about how some writers write. Excuse me? I asked myself, “Who died and made you the official English teacher?” I had to stop reading.

I wanted to say:

Like it’s any of your business, Ma’am. I write how I want to write. There are no rules, other than to use an understandable form of English if you’re writing in English. My acronyms are relegated to the ones my husband and I have been making up for years.1 If you’re going to put individual letters in what you write, well, I’m not going to read it. If excluding two, or three, or ten letters is something you want to do, so that you can exclude others who are not in the know from your club of one. I’m fine to leave.

There. That was my retaliatory rant. I pride myself on using at least half-decent grammar, though I am not perfect at it. I’ve got a handy-dandy spellchecker that helps me out as I write and as I post later on the different writing platforms I use. All of that is AI, and it’s been there for years. I will occasionally use helpful hints to reword what I write. Sometimes I use the suggestions, and sometimes I ignore them and just go with what I originally wanted to say.

But I draw the line at using internet slang. LOL is one I know. That was one of the first ones. IDK is something I recently learned about. But if I’ve got to go to Google and ask what you meant to say, hey, that’s bad writing in my book. Maybe you can get somebody in your own clique to buy it. I won’t.

Upon reflection, maybe it is a good thing to be exposed to bad writing. At least you will have something to compare your own writing with. I mean, we read the stuff we like, especially if that’s the level of how we want to write. Maybe this is more about the rant. Actually, the more I think about it, the more I realize why I haven’t been in the r/writers subreddit in a long time. They are prone to rants. I’d forgotten about that. And, unless things have changed dramatically, they aren’t particularly kind to each other. If you’re looking for support, I’d stick with Substack or Medium.

Now, this is not to say that Reddit, in any of its other subreddits, is bad. I love the recipes and cooking. The psychic mediums are great, and I absolutely love the subreddits about crochet and textile arts. I just looked it up on Google, and it says there are 2.2 million subreddits with about 100,000 to 400,000 being actively used. Also, this is who I am on Reddit.

Here are a few subreddits I like:

Crochet
WoodCarving
Old Recipes
Writers
Am I the Asshole?
Deciding to be Better
Psychics

I suppose I should also warn about Reddit. You can go down a rabbit hole with Reddit. I mean, lost. I mean, you got nothing else done, but it was interesting as all get out. On the other hand, it could give you a lot to talk about that you could turn into articles.

In any case, have fun, and thanks for reading.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

🌺My Links:

Talking To Spirit — my website since 2001
Pauline Evanosky on Medium
Talking To Spirit on Substack

My Table of Contents for Medium — Updated Monthly
My Table of Contents for Substack — Also Updated Monthly

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Resources for psychic development from my website, TalkingtoSpirit.com

*Some of the examples of the acronyms my husband and I use:
· What’s the BP for the ROD? What is the big plan for the rest of the day?
· What’s the BP for D? What’s the big plan for dinner?
· SFY – An answer to the question above: Shift for yourself.

It Just Takes a Minute

Pauline Evanosky — Wed, 20 May 2026 13:01:31 GMT

This is the second time I saw this photo today. Somehow it fits. Photo by Vii Nguyenn on Unsplash

For much of my life, the “rule” was that I knew exactly what I was doing. Otherwise, I was spinning my wheels. And, for much of it, what I was doing needed to be approved by different people. Mostly, that was my father. Like, when I was a teenager. If I were not on an academic track, I would be wasting my time. It was that academic track that helped me become a writer, which was not something anybody approved of at the time. Being a writer was about as useful as being an artist. Where was the money in that? Where was the future? I would never be successful at it, so why even waste my time? The only thing I had to look forward to was getting married and having a family. I’ve always wondered what good being on an academic track with my studies has to do with having a family.

Luckily, I grew up and left home. Forever.

Fifty-five years later, here I am. I did the whole working thing. I went the secretarial route, which included a lot of problem-solving, learning how to create websites, learning HTML, becoming a whiz at IT (turning it off and back on again), and building spreadsheets. Nobody hired me with those skills as requirements. Basically, it was whether I could show up on time, type, and spell at least halfway decently. Those other things happened over time. I learned to say, “No, I can’t do that, but I can learn.” I knew other people who said they knew how to do things when they didn’t. Know how I knew? They would come to me to learn how and then go collect their glory points.

Was any of that part of the plan where I knew what I was doing? No, of course not. Life, it turns out, isn’t like that.

Because goals change over time. It takes time to grow up. It takes time to change.

Yesterday, my Spirit Guide said to me, “Just for a moment, be happy with who you are.” I think he said it because I’m constantly thinking about how to improve things. I realized that being in the moment is something of an oddity for me. Though I do talk about it a lot.

The way I figure it, the more you talk about something, the more likely it is to stick. Maybe it’s a simplistic way of looking at life and the challenges life presents. I just want to make sense of it. Maybe there is no sense to be made, and all you can really look forward to is enjoying yourself.

Could you imagine? The point of life is to enjoy it?

Jesus. What is the world coming to?

Okay. Let me revisit what Seth said. He said, just for today, be happy with who you are. Okay, I think I can do that. I do like to write. So, there is that. Just with who I am? Not try to change anything? No worry about anything? Just be happy with me?

This is hard. It’s like a language I don’t know.

Not to worry that I’m going to miss something? What could I miss?

I could think of a lot of things. Opportunities. I could miss opportunities.

Thrashing about is what you are doing. Would you like some company?

Yes. Dennis doesn’t like it when I bang on about stuff. Especially if it is no-brainer sort of stuff.

Remember, you are okay just the way you are. You cannot control what he thinks, can you?

No.

Are you in a punky mood?

Yes.

Why?

I don’t know. I hate that I’m not altogether right now. I’m not being a grown-up.

Who cares?

Well, I do. I’m just letting it all hang out in this piece. Who is going to want to read this? It’s raw. It’s unsightly. It’s not polished.

Again, I ask, who cares?

I was getting wound up.

Yes, I could see that.

It doesn’t matter, right?

No. Consider it a peek inside your world. Somebody out there might like to see the underbelly of the beast.

I’m going to wash my hair. You don’t need to be snide about it.

Believe me, it was a turn of a phrase, not a description of yourself.

Okay. I’ll calm down. Actually, I’m hungry. And my feet are cold. Plus, they are starting to hurt. I should go walk around.

Sounds like a plan, Dear.

I just realized where this piece should go.

Where is that?

Well, I think it would be good to be on Talking to Spirit. Maybe over on Substack. I don’t know.

Don’t worry about it. Go and tend to your feet.

….Okay, I’m back. I had some breakfast, figured out what to do for dinner (spaghetti and meatballs), and will finish this article in a few minutes.

I realized letting the raw me show is sort of like a podcast. Once it’s out of your mouth, it is difficult to recall it. I mean, look at our President. He does it all the time.

Thanks for reading. If you would like to subscribe, the plan is free. Unless you’d like to donate a bit towards my upkeep. The plan is to write some books this year. I could get started on something today. The day is still young.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

🌺My Links:

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Pauline Evanosky on Medium
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My Table of Contents for Medium — Updated Monthly
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Resources for psychic development from my website, TalkingtoSpirit.com

A Little More Channeling from Seth

Pauline Evanosky — Mon, 18 May 2026 13:01:18 GMT

I generated this image on Substack. Seth said he wanted a hat, so I complied. He actually wanted a bowler, but the pictures just were not right.

I’d like to invite you to follow me and to subscribe to my little spot here at Substack, which I call Talking to Spirit. Why a name like that? If I were a plumber, I’d call it Wringing a Wrench. It’s because I talk to Spirit. It’s not all one-sided because they do talk back to me.

In the beginning, back in the late 1980s and early 1990s, it was a whole lot of me banging my head (somebody in Spirit just asked, “Is that what happened?”). Normally, I’d let a comment like that go, but since I’m talking about how I talk to Spirit, you can see there are comments that come in from the Peanut Gallery, as I used to call it. I’m not sure who said it. I don’t think it was my Spirit Guide, Seth, but I really don’t know for sure.

Anyway, back in the beginning, there was a lot of me banging my head against an invisible barrier where I wanted to talk to Spirit, but I couldn’t.

After I learned how to channel, I realized that they could hear my every word. I just couldn’t hear them. I really don’t know why, after all those years of me trying, it finally worked. I remember having a thought. It said, “Become as innocent as you were as a child.” I knew I hadn’t thought it. It was strange. I also don’t talk like that. I wasn’t afraid, and it seemed good advice.

Did I do it? I don’t know. The idea was there. Perhaps that was enough. Two days later, I made contact with the Ouija Board. I know, I know, you’re going to say using a Ouija Board is dangerous. I was at my wits’ end, really.

I’d done all the exercises I could find on how to talk to Spirit in the book I was using, which I still recommend, though I will eventually write my own book. The book I used was “Opening to Channel” by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. None of the exercises seemed to work for me. I kept trying.

Then, I remembered that the people who channeled the Michael Soul Group used Ouija Boards. I have been a great fan of the Enneagram-style classification they use to describe soul types and ages. I’m an old soul sage. You can read “Messages from Michael“ by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro for information on that – get a used copy. It’s less expensive.

And, of course, there was Jane Robert and her husband Robert Butts who used a Ouija Board to talk to Seth. Later on, Jane would switch off to semi-trance verbal channeling. The same thing happened to me. First, the Ouija Board as channeling with training wheels, and within ten days, the voice in my head became fluent and fast. The Ouija Board was too slow at that point. However, just for fun, every once in a while, I’ll do some Air Ouija, as I like to call it. No board, just my hand moving in the air in front of me. Have a look at The Seth Books on Amazon. I started reading them as a teenager.

Oh, I have to stop and laugh. Seth just said in regard to the Air Ouija, “We can do it on your head if you want.” Funny.

My preferred way of channeling these days is on my computer. I have tried channeling with pen and paper and, in fact, did that briefly in the beginning, but my hand grew tired, and I had the bright idea to teach Seth how to type. That is actually a funny story, but it is also an indication of what an unschooled and naïve channel I was in the beginning.

Yes, I spent time teaching him. Silly? Yes, very. I’m only now able to talk about it. I was such a noob.

If you decide to go this route, and you can, because I firmly believe that everybody has some psychic senses that were likely drummed out of them in childhood. In the same way, most of us are not artists. Helpful people along the way would say to us, “That’s not how to draw a house. Do it like this.” Check out Betty Edwards book, “Drawing on the Right Side of Your Brain.” That was one of the things I needed to learn before I could channel properly. Nobody told me, but with hindsight being 20/20, I realize now it was something I had to do. Look at the world differently.

Would you like to say anything?

You are speaking to me?

Yes, you, Seth, my Spirit Guide. (I’ll put whatever he says in a bold italics font.)

Well, then, we might begin. Your outlook on life, your own emotional state, is as important to “good channeling” as is your physical health to you operating at peak efficiency in any area of your life. As your mood is colored by fear, so too can the channeling you do come out tinged with paranoia. When a channel lays down the law for you, insisting that you ***should***1 do this or that, then you might be warned off the urgency of that particular message.

People who work on understanding themselves are better channels for others than for people who believe they no longer need to learn anything because they know it all.

Seth?

Yes?

That bit about me underlining the word should in the other sentence. Can you speak of that? It’s sort of a new thing.

Yes, certainly. I asked that Pauline underline the word for emphasis. She didn’t want to stop channeling, and yet, she was afraid that she would not find the word again, so there was a brief moment as she went back through the missive to find the particular word. And, yes, we do not normally channel in that manner. However, who are you if you don’t stretch yourself occasionally?

Okay, I’m good now.

We have reached a good working relationship in that Pauline takes dictation from me. There are, of course, some punctuation and spelling errors to be corrected when she has an opportunity to review what she channeled. However, she has insisted that she not change my word choice. She believes I sound like an old-fashioned man who uses archaic language, and so is different from her own self. That good enough for you Binky?

Yes. You know you don’t have to call me Binky, right?

Yes, I am aware of that, but it is a pet name I have used for you for many years. It is not always business between us, is it not?

No, though I wonder if AI might come close.

You’re cocking an eyebrow at me?

You saw that?

I felt it.

Don’t be snippy.

Okay, I won’t, but you don’t have to call me Binky, either.

Is there anything else you would like to talk about?

Can you tell me my future?

No, I would not. Nor, would many other psychics. The future is a fluid thing. You can think of a tree with many branches. Each one of those branches is a possible future. Yes, they are detours, but they are also choices. You make the choice to move in whatever direction you want to go in. If it is a bad move for you? Well, then you react to the circumstances and proceed in a forward direction. This is life. However, it is not chance that will dictate any specific future for you, but your own choices.

What about war? What about that?

Yes, war is like the weather. It comes, and it goes. It is gentle in the sense that it is far from you and would rain on crops to make them grow. It is near enough like the raging floodwaters that would destroy your home and kill many in its path. There will always be war as long as there is envy, jealousy, and covetousness. It is drama. Beyond exercising your right to vote and to protest whatever you see as not good for the well-being of either the people in your own country or the people of the world. However, as with all things, you have no control over others. Be you as a beacon for others and do the right thing in your own eyes. This, more than anything, will smooth the way for others. You do not know, or are aware of what is in the best interests for anyone else. Practice kindness in all things and be that enough.

Our blessings.

Okay, well, that was intense. I’m still trying to be a better channel. Lately, as with what I write on any given day, I’m trying to do more written channeling. Someday, I might be a better one.

Thanks for reading. Please subscribe for more.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

🌺My Links:

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Evidently, you can’t underline things on Substack, so I put some asterisks around the word instead.

Me? Worried? Not Today, Jack

Pauline Evanosky — Fri, 15 May 2026 13:03:20 GMT

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Everything happens for a reason. I was putting the finishing touches on an article for Substack in which I pondered whether to worry or not.

I was brilliant. It couldn’t have been any better. I was at the part where I was illustrating the formula in my Words Count spreadsheet that I got help from AI with to show a weekly total from Sunday to Saturday.

The problem happened when I got into the draw feature of Word. I enlarged the screenprint large enough to find the total and the range of cells for each 7-day period and circled them with the red felt-tip pen.

It was when I was unable to switch from the draw feature back to writing text that the damage occurred. Naturally, I can’t tell you what keys I pushed, but it just wouldn’t shake loose. I’ve had it happen before, and I never could tell what I did…sheet. Do you think it was the escape key? Yes, it was the escape key. Okay, well, I learned something useful today.

Anyway, I’ll explain what I was doing. The formula captures a week’s worth of totals. The column for the dates (A) is involved, and the column for the days’ totals (E) is involved. Note that the date must be on the same line as the total is for this to work.

The drawing part of this happened in the Substack Editor. Look for the three dots in the corner of the picture. Then go to Edit Image.

=SUMIFS($E:$E, $A:$A, “>=” & A1660, $A:$A, “<” & A1677 + 1)

I decided to track my word counts this way because I was so focused on the daily results, I just couldn’t see more than a couple of days at a time. Now, if this is important to me (the jury is still out on that one), I have a weekly total to see what the phooey I was doing.

Where this comes into play, I suppose, is to see what happens when I start writing my next book. I’m still getting used to the idea. I want to keep up with all the articles I write: Medium, Substack, PaulineEvanosky.com, TalkingToSpirit.com, Vocal.Media and Facebook. Oh, and I just decided to create a new website called EverythingAboutCrochet.com. I’ve had the domain name for years, but the site was never much to begin with, and I’ve recently transferred the hosting of it over to Blogger. What more do you want for free?

So, that’s what I was doing when the whole article blew up. Was I angry? No, I was trying not to be. Was it a waste? No, because I worry a lot and I can always write about it again. Could I recover the document? Well, no. Although there are instructions on the internet that state I should be able to. I could not.

The lesson? Save this stuff. Or be more careful with it. You wouldn’t want that to happen with a book, would you? No, I would not.

What do you think, Seth?

Are you asking me?

Yes.

I’d say easy come, easy go.

That’s not helpful.

It is if you are the worrying sort.

Humor. Turn the spilled half-gallon of milk into a joke and say, “Oh, happy accident.” Why don’t you? I’ve got a page at TalkingtoSpirit.com where I detail the funny channeling things that have happened through the years.

I did.

As a note, I put my Spirit Guide’s part in a bold italic font so you could tell us apart. Anyway, I’m going to sign off. It wasn’t a total loss, and I can talk about the being worried part in another article.

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Finding Meaning in a Game of Solitaire

Pauline Evanosky — Wed, 13 May 2026 18:52:18 GMT

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You caught me. I’ve been playing one game after another of Solitaire on my computer. I’ve gone through so many emotions and figured if I can do that with a deck of cards, I could probably do that with anything. I’d like to hear what you have to say about it.

Okay, so one lesson is when to cut your losses.

I try to both win the game and score high with the least amount of time. Once the game is over and won, I get to see both of those numbers. What I’ve been shooting for, of course, is the highest score, preferably over 600, and the shortest time, generally sometime around three minutes.

Sometimes, I can hit a streak where this happens. Then, I also hit the streaks where I can’t score a single point and can’t even finish the game because some low-numbered card, or a critical card, is covered up.

I thought I’d write about it.

What was happening last night was that I was on the losing end of things. I kept saying to myself, “One more. I promise this will be the last one, and then I’ll go to bed.” An hour later, I’m still seated in front of my computer, the room gone dark, and I’ve got one nasty crick in my neck.

That crick was so bad I took some knock-off brand of Tylenol.

First of all, I could have been writing. In the time I spent zoned out with the game, I could have written a nice article.

I didn’t.

This morning, before much had happened, least of all much writing, I fired up the game again. I kept thinking to myself, “This is not good. I should write something first. Why am I doing this?” I got no good answer, and so began an hour (at least) of a nasty losing streak.

I changed what I was focusing on in the game. Instead of trying to win, I shifted my focus to something along the lines of, “What can I learn about myself and this stinking game?”

I began to give up more often. Instead of studying the cards to see if there was something I could do to uncover in the cards, I just quit the game and started a new one. It was while I was doing this that I realized that this was a strategy, much like in a game of chess. Over time, I’d learned that I could reverse some of the moves to force the game to move along. Yes, it cost me time, but I was also able to complete some of the games.

It reminded me of things I have attempted to learn over the course of my life that didn’t go as planned, and that I’d given up on to pursue other interests. Yet, years later, I returned to the original failed project only to realize that I now understood how else I might proceed with it. Just like I’d altered my strategy of trying to beat myself to one where I could beat the game.

I wondered what I did to do that. If I could figure it out, I might be able to go back and learn some of the things that have gone belly up in my life. Drawing for one. Playing the piano for another.

There’s also something else with me that wasn’t going on 30 years ago. I can see the end in sight. Yes, that end might be in another 15 or 20 years, maybe even longer. But I can hear the clock ticking. I don’t have all the time in the world with this stuff either.

So, how to stop watching the clock? How to move with confidence and determination to all the things I want to accomplish. I know it’s not going to be a legacy for anyone, other than if I were to finally publish all those books I have that are half-baked. I would consider it a life well spent if I were able to help even one person evolve past being frightened to having a ball with their spiritual development and psychic awareness.

Maybe it’s something as simple as just taking a reset breath. Just one to clear my mind, to shake off anxiety or worry or whatever it is that stands between me and progress with my pursuits.

Out of a card game? Could I really learn that?

I think I might. I mean, if you figure we all reach adulthood in any number of ways and finally a maturity that allows us to dream big, well, not everybody gets there the same way, right? So, you learn from the books you read and then the stuff you write. You can learn from the relationships you have, good, bad, and ugly. You can learn from your immediate caregivers, your parents, grandparents, or whoever it was that raised you. You learn every time somebody fleeces you. You learn every time you reach a goal.

I have never learned to play chess well. I have tried, but the sometimes long periods of time bent over a chessboard would try my patience. It especially irritated me when, no matter how I strategized, my brother Michael would beat the crap out of me in three moves. I finally stopped playing with him because he took great delight in squashing me every single time we played. He was the one who studied the chess moves in books, recreating great killer moves on his sister. Yet, I treasure those days and have never, ever found anyone who would have the patience to play with me since then.

Here is an aside. In speaking of someone who is long dead, he just spoke to me and said, “Keep trying.” This is why, more than anything else, you should know that whatever you think your psychic ability is, you can always, just by thinking of somebody you loved and who has passed on, know they are there with you. They might not say anything that you can understand, but they are there. Right then.

Okay, so the jury is still out on how much you can learn from playing solitaire, but then again, I think if you were to just pick something you have been doing, whether it is working well or not, and come at it from a different angle, you might be able to think about it a little bit differently.

Then again, you could always go call up your psychotherapist and have a few words.

Hey, thanks for reading. I enjoyed writing about this. It’s not like anybody wrote the be-all and end-all book on development. This is just a quick take on the idea of how much we can learn from the most interesting or unassuming places.

Catch you in your dreams.

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The Beginning of The End

Pauline Evanosky — Mon, 11 May 2026 17:42:53 GMT

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I’ve got several places out there where I write. None of them pays anything much, and I admit that in the beginning, my goal was to replace, in part, what I wasn’t bringing to the family coffers after I retired. However, that said, I can say the benefits I’ve received from writing hither and yon are that I’m a better writer than I was five years ago. I feel better about it. I’m not afraid to just put my thoughts out there. It comes a lot easier. Where I spent time starting off into the distance and discarding one idea after another, now?

I just write.

Relaxing into my retirement, after a few months of no money, didn’t exactly encourage me to relax. After a year of retirement and worrying about money, a job fell into my lap. It was part-time, which suited me well, and I learned some new things. I took my ease with typing and using a calculator (without looking) and began helping a local CPA (certified public accountant) as she provided both bookkeeping services and tax preparation for her clients.

I learned a lot.

Also, I learned you should never take a job with a CPA. Not unless you know what you’re in for. No days off. What was supposed to be part-time became all-time. No overtime. I worked every day. Monday through Sunday. I worked on holidays. Christmas, New Year’s. I worked on my own birthday. No sleeping in for me.

After a few years, I lost the job. The reason was that she was planning to sell her house and move to a nearby city. I told her repeatedly that I would not be commuting. She didn’t believe me. Then, her plans changed to moving to a different state. She wanted me to move with her. I told her no. She hired a new person and told me not to come in. She didn’t have the work, she said.

Well, that did happen occasionally. Ideally, clients would bring work every couple of weeks or at least monthly, so we could stay on top of things. Many times, we only saw them quarterly. Sometimes, less than that. That’s when a steady flow of work was difficult. The paperwork we needed was bank and credit card statements and receipts. We needed to know what was a business deduction and what was not.

She knew her clients, and so what was a business expense for some was a frivolous expenditure for others. Like a fancy pair of boots. The real estate lady could count those $500 boots as part of looking the part. The plumber could not. Unless they were steel-toed boots, and then that was a job expense.

Sometimes clients would call and ask for a financial report in two days, even though we hadn’t yet received any paperwork from them.

It was either feast or famine with our workflow.

Anyway, I volunteered to do the work. Others in the office were more sensible than I was and insisted they had time off. She was always looking for new talent.

This time, she had a new person to train. I understood, as she trained the new person, that her time would be focused on training.

One day, after being told for the 10^th time that there was no work, I made a trip to her home/office. I had gotten something I wanted to give to her. I had my key and let myself in as I normally would on any workday. There was only herself and the new lady. They had every binder in the place open. I mean, it was a hailstorm of paper. It was everywhere. It covered my desk, the one in the corner. It covered the other desk in the opposite corner, and they were covering the spare desk along the wall. Shit was everywhere. To say there was no work would be wrong. There was work, and there was a lot of it.

As I walked through the door, the new lady looked at me. There was fear in her eyes. I knew then that I’d lost my job. I knew how our boss operated. I’d seen her do it with others. It was almost a relief.

I left whatever I wanted to give to her. I said, “I guess you’ll need my key back.”

She said, “Yes.” And that was that. So, no saying the words, “I don’t need you anymore.” Or “You are fired.” Not even, “You’ve been replaced.” I was ghosted.

Many months later, I found out she’d done the same thing with the new lady. She’d changed the locks on the door to her house.

Do I regret it? No. I, for the first time in my life, really got to know what a narcissistic person was like. As a writer, I found that experience extremely useful. Think of all the villains you can sculpt. I eased my way into retirement, realizing that a part-time job doesn’t always mean part-time. And I made the transition into being a real writer. Something I take great joy in. Last month I wrote 68,786 words. Not too shabby, I think.

One funny memory I have is of having a knock-down argument with my boss. I told her I was a writer. She argued that I was not. Now, there were no punches exchanged, but I stood up for myself. I said, “If I say I’m a writer, then I am a writer.”

End of discussion and, I believe, the beginning of the end and the start of my writing life.

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The Promise I Made & How to Forgive Yourself

Pauline Evanosky — Fri, 08 May 2026 13:02:18 GMT

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The idea for this story began as I read the synopsis of a story for one of the free books on Weberbooks. I won’t tell you which book, because you might just like to read it. I will say it was a romance novel. It’s the covers that will generally catch my attention, then the genre, and if I’m interested enough, I’ll start reading the blurb for the book. I didn’t get very far with this particular book because I snorted at a plot detail. The heroine still had bad feelings about the then-six-year-old boy, now a handsome hunk of a man and our sturdy hero, who had played an awful trick on her back then.

That’s when I stopped reading and snorted. That snort has now turned into a piece. I won’t say a rant, because lots of people can’t forgive long-ago hurts and slights.

I’m here to say, as a psychic, that if you want to be a good psychic, you will need to seek out all that stuff that lies hidden in your heart and forgive those people.

Why? I’m not sure, only that it is part of the promise you make to Spirit when you first begin to delve into what a lot of people think of as the arcane arts. It’s just a spiritual journey. But the promise you make says that you will try your best to be of even mind and temper. Not in so many words, but that’s the gist of it.

The challenge begins when you realize you really aren’t aware of what you have just promised. That promise will cause you, over the rest of your life, to really squeeze those parts of yourself that still hurt after many years have passed. You will need to process these events, go to therapy occasionally, do a lot of soul-searching, and forgive a lot of stuff. Yourself included.

I just thought of something. Uh oh. What if that promise extends to past lifetimes? It might. I mean, people can be influenced by what went on in their former lifetimes. Like enemies meet again 275 years later. I had never considered it. What if you had been murdered most foully in one lifetime and now, in the present lifetime, your sister-in-law has reincarnated, and you can’t stand her guts? The reason being that the two of you have unfinished business.

Sounds like a masterful plot twist, but, on the other hand, what if it is true?

The work goes on.

Forgiving others is hard to do. Forgiving yourself is harder.

If you don’t know exactly what you need to forgive yourself for, why not do a little guided meditation? The answers to everything are within you. Well, that and Google, but for the most part, you can do it in the privacy of your own home.

Say, these days you are a tough administrator or a boss. You’ve got to be tough because the people at the top have to make sweeping decisions. Even if you hold your employees in the best regard, giving them enough notice to find another job just doesn’t always figure into the cards. Take Spirit Airlines. All those employees were stranded all over the place because the planes just aren’t flying anymore. That happened today on May 2, 2026.

What I’m saying is you don’t always know what big thing might happen in your life.

What if you did something like that when you were eight years old? What if whatever you did, at the time, seemed so large and worrisome that you’ve kept it hidden in a tiny part of you that has stayed there for the last 53 years?

I’m not saying you did anything specific. I’m just saying you might have and not even realized it at the time. You could look at it all another way and say that the other person who was involved learned from it. It shaped their life in a good way…eventually. But, for a while, it might have caused some harm.

I figure we will always rise from the ashes and end up smelling like a rose, but what if, deep down inside, you feel guilty? If you were to tell your sister about it, she might say, “Hey, that was years ago. We were kids. We didn’t know any better. Forget about it.”

Well, that was helpful, then, right?

No. One of the 12 steps in the AA program (Alcoholics Anonymous) is to figure out who you hurt, apologize to them, and try to make amends. You try.

So, at this point in your life, you don’t know where that kid is now. So, making amends isn’t really going to matter. Who else is there to forgive?

Yourself.

This is where my trick meditation might work. It might help a bit. How will you know? A few weeks from now, maybe you’ll feel a little different. Maybe hope might have a stronger foothold, or hearthold in your heart.

So, this will involve a bit of regression. Find a quiet place where you can be undisturbed for about 20 minutes. Maybe less. You walk yourself backward in time. At the start, you have a brief look at what you were doing 10 minutes ago. It doesn’t have to be an exact memory. Say you were in the kitchen making tea. You don’t have to choreograph your movements. Just remember that you were there making some tea. Done.

Then, you move back to yesterday’s lunch. Where were you and what did you eat? Done.

Then you move back to the last holiday, which, for my purposes, might have been New Year’s. I actually don’t remember what I was doing, but on the calendar, I just forced myself to have a look at whatever might pop up for me around that time. Even if you feel you are inventing the situation, that’s okay. You pegged New Year’s Day. Done.

Now, remember back to your last job. Maybe it was five years ago. Maybe it was twenty. Don’t spend a whole lot of time on it. Maybe even know you don’t even recall what year it was, but you can remember where you sat. You can remember where you put your stuff in your locker or in your desk drawer. Done.

Now, take bigger jumps. The intent at the beginning of the meditation was to go to where you did some harm to somebody, and now you want to forgive yourself.

So, the next few regressions can be years at a time. Until you get to the time of “When it happened”. Whenever it was.

What I do is say to myself, “Take me where I need to be.” You might end up somewhere you hadn’t thought you were going. The thing here is to trust that not only are you going to get lost in this meditation, but you’re going to find what got hurt. I guarantee you it was not totally the other person. You got hurt, too.

You’re going to feel it. You will know. That kid you spilled red paint on. The boy you kissed, and everybody laughed. The thing you broke and blamed on somebody else.

So, you’re there. Now what? You say to your smaller self, “I love you. I forgive you.”

That’s all.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy your day.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Go Where the Psychics Are

Pauline Evanosky — Wed, 06 May 2026 13:02:57 GMT

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Steve Martin just said in the MasterClass I’m taking that when students ask him about how to become a comedian, he says, “Go where the action is.” He said you want to be in pointing distance of the people who want a comedy writer or a comedian. It makes sense, right? They can’t point to you when you are living 3,000 miles away.

I can remember telling people who want to be psychics that you’ve got to be around psychics. This means reading books about them. It means actually going to a psychic. The lesser experience, of course, is to get a reading done by an online psychic, though I’ve got to tell you I’ve had lots of really great readings from online psychics over brick-and-mortar ones. In fact, if I were to say I’ve had more online readings than I’ve had physical readings.

Anybody can “read” a person. With a few telling questions and with an observation for detail, I think anybody would be able to tell a story about you. What will set a psychic apart from anybody else who is not drawing upon psychic details is that they’re going to come up with things that startle you. Things they really had no way of knowing.

I once did that with a guy I was talking to. Somehow, we had gotten to talking about psychic stuff. With me, that’s easy because it is something that is close to my heart. Anyway, I said something about the faded curtains with yellow and blue butterflies on them. Almost sheer, the fabric was so fragile and old. They hung in front of a kitchen window. You know, the window over the sink. The wind was blowing as I saw them. Of course, what I was seeing was in my mind’s eye. I did not seek these curtains or this kitchen. They just showed up for me. I thought the man was going to have a heart attack. It was his relation who had passed on, and it was her kitchen. I can’t remember now if it was his mother or an aunt. But he knew that kitchen, and he knew that person. He kept asking me, “Why did you say that?” He was all in a tizzy about it. I had to calm him down and explain to him that was the sort of stuff that happened to me. It was their kitchen, and they were present for him in this moment of time. I think you could have blown him over with a feather. He thought they were gone forever.

No, the dead are there. They don’t need anything from us, but the love they have for us is so powerful. When we think of them, they know about it. I tell people who are grieving the loss of special people that they can talk to those people, silently in their heads. You might not hear them saying anything, because, yeah, you need to go be psychic to do that, but you can be assured that they hear you. An answer could come to you as a sign of a yellow rose, the next day, or the same model and color of a car that they drove is parked at a drive-through you drive past a week later. If you feel a little frisson, then, yes, you have your answer.

I also tell people that they can write a letter to the person. You can’t mail it, but you could have a special place where you keep them. Maybe a cigar box or a shoe box. Nothing special, really. Or make it special and decorate the box with wrapping paper or paint it. It’s special. Make it special.

Okay, since I’m talking about how to remember the dead, do you all have anything to say?

Yes, this is your mother.

Hi Mom.

You can tell them that we can show up in their dreams.

Oh, yes. If you know it can happen, then that is almost all the go-ahead a person you were fond of, who has passed, can come and visit in your dreams. Many times, my mother has been in my dreams. I don’t realize it at the time, but when I remember the dream the next morning, I’ll realize that she was the taxi cab driver (she was in one of my dreams once) or the chef or whoever. If you are really lucky, you will realize you’re getting a visit while you are dreaming. This would happen in a moment of lucidity. Read Stephen LaBerge’s book Lucid Dreaming to get an idea of how you might do that. It’s fun stuff. I had my first lucid dream not even halfway through reading his book many years ago.

Reading about psychics is also a good way to get to know what being one is like. You will read about psychics who had known something was going on at a very early age. Others, like myself, had odd things happen off and on, but never, in a million years, thought I might be psychic. Actually, I think we are all psychic, anyway. With some training, some direction, and association with other psychics, you can awaken your psychic senses and join the club.

Ram Dass said a long time ago that if you wanted to be psychic, you should hang around psychics. He said it was contagious. He’s right. I believe he might also have been speaking of spiritual awareness or psychic awareness. It’s like the difference between a tarot reader sitting at a table busking readings and a spiritual leader in charge of the souls of their membership. Of course, one is probably just as useful as the other, but who am I to judge?

This is really only the concept of like or right company. If you are interested in painting, then you will receive the most stimulation from other artists, right? Sure. Hanging around psychics will allow you to be with people who are never afraid of the woo-woo as I sometimes call it. That’s another thing I tell prospective students. I said, “You can’t be afraid.” They might not understand what I’m talking about right then, but the first psychic vision they get, complete with feelings and smells and tastes, will just about jolt them back to that moment when I said, “You can’t be afraid.”

And you learn how not to be afraid. I did. I know what it is like. It also would have helped me no end to have someone say it to me when I first learned. Perhaps there are some things that you just can’t explain.

My job, as I see it, is to help. I want to help you when you are in grief. I want to help you to love. I want to help you to write. I want to help you to see the humor in life.

Let me end this with a funny story. As a rule, I’m a recluse. I’m happy to stay at home writing and just be with my husband and my cats. Being retired makes doing that so much easier, but mainly, other than a few friends, I am a solitary creature. One day, a long time ago, I wanted to go to our local Goodwill thrift store. There was this lady there, and every time I turned around, she was there. It got weird. I mean, even I, who am not generally bothered by the weird stuff that happens in life, was almost intrigued by what was going on. Now, as a rule, I don’t go around to strangers, stick out my hand, and say I’m a psychic. I mean, who does that? Nobody, right? Well, I did. She said she was a psychic, too. We both thought it was hilarious as she doesn’t go around announcing willy-nilly that she’s a psychic too. I’ve never run across her again, but the moment was really special.

Thanks for reading. Follow me around for more stuff.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Five Minutes of Fun

Pauline Evanosky — Mon, 04 May 2026 13:03:40 GMT

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I decided just now I’m only doing fun stuff today. That would include writing because, for me, writing is fun. Some people pop zits for fun. I write. I could go back and find another example of fun besides popping zits, but today is fun, right? Finding a substitute for the first activity I picked is too much like work. Sorry.

It’s difficult to offer suggestions to a person who won’t take them. It’s got to be their idea, or it doesn’t happen. There is a very long story behind that last comment. I’m not going to tell it. I promised Spirit yesterday that I would not. So, I will leave you wondering.

The first thing I’m going to do is to swap out my list of Quick Things to Do. It’s too long. It also includes unpleasant tasks like cleaning. So, the cleaning of things, there are two of them, has to go.

I’ll do a different one now. Five minutes of stillness. No, wait, it says exercise. I’m going to strike that one too. Make the font larger because without my glasses, I just misread stillness for exercise.

I’ve got the ocean in my ears. My ears roar. Not occasionally. All the time. People call it ringing, but it really is a roar. Especially if I concentrate on it. When I seek silence, it doesn’t happen. Perhaps when I am dead. Something to look forward to. Anyway, I’ve gotten used to it. There was a pivotal moment that happened when I realized the ringing wasn’t going to stop. I thought to myself, “You can handle this two ways. You can live with it, or you can go crazy.” Going crazy just wasn’t an option. So, I just accepted it. And, no, earplugs don’t work. Neither does a sleep machine, though we had one for years. Okay, enough of that.

I wrote a piece yesterday about how I get ideas. I prepare myself with some stillness where I try to listen. Think of it like this. I’m fishing. I’m patient. I’ve got a new lure on my hook, and I’m waiting. I know there are fish here. We’ve caught them before. I can see little bubbles, and the water stirs as the sun goes down and insects come close. That is when the fish will feed.

So, I listen to the ocean and try to hear what is going on behind that. I never thought of it that way, but we’ve got layers of sounds around us all the time. The trash trucks are rumbling around out on the streets. Motors accelerate as people launch themselves into their days. I wonder where they are going right now? Well, it is 7:45 am, so it’s likely they are going to work. More rumbling. We live about five houses away from the freeway. There are trees as a noise break for us, but they aren’t perfect. I remember telling someone years and years ago that I imagined the noise to be an ocean. Now, it really is.

Oh, there. That was nice. I wanted five minutes of silence and came up with a nice, short YouTube video of nature sounds. Pretty pink carnations trembling in the breeze. Birdsong in the background. The channel features short and long videos for stillness and meditation. Now, I feel better. Have a look at it here.

So, with fun in mind, I’ll see where my day goes. Just like it was the first day of summer. Perhaps I will declare today my birthday. That would be fun. I should explain myself. My husband and I a few years back decided it would be fun to have two birthdays each year. We have our first fixed birthday, and then we can have a second one. It occurs on different days, just whenever you want a special day. It can come complete with presents if you want. I’ve got a $20 chicken in our refrigerator. I’d ordered a ham on Amazon, but they were out, so they substituted a chicken. Which I would never have bought just because it was so expensive. So, it deserves a special day too. Maybe it is a special chicken. In the future, if I buy something that I really don’t want a substitute for, I’ll be sure to check the little box for no substitutions. Just a tip when you’re buying groceries online.

I just cleared it with Dennis. It’s my birthday, and we’ll have a roast chicken for dinner. Something special. Perhaps my gift to myself will be this day of fun. Yes, that feels right.

Thanks for reading. It was just a half an hour of my time, give or take. Personally, I feel better. I hope you do too.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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References I recommend on your path to more psychic awareness from TalkingtoSpirit.com

Liar ... Liar

Pauline Evanosky — Fri, 01 May 2026 13:02:39 GMT

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When was the last time you lied to yourself? I actually don’t know. I’m sure I’ve done it a lot. I would think you’d lie to yourself before you lie to others. Maybe not.

What about when you were a kid? In my house, there were five kids. Somebody was always doing something that resulted in a big lecture. We’d all get in trouble, so most times the little kids wouldn’t own up to whatever was the problem.

That was a problem. Getting whipped for something somebody else did. Yes, I can still remember the belt. Dad used to take his belt off when he got home from work. He’d hold it over his head, doubled, and start singing,

Stick your finger in the air. In the air.
Thwap! Thwap!
Stick your finger in the air. In the air.
Thwap! Thwap!

After each phrase, he’d snap that sucker twice. It’s okay when he’s playing around with it, and nobody has done anything wrong, but when you’re on the receiving end? Nope. Not funny.

Too bad I didn’t become a witch instead of a psychic. In all honesty, I should report to you that I just heard somebody laughing in Spirit. I don’t know who it was. Actually, I’d rather not know.

It’s dangerous when you’re believing the lies other people tell you. Like if you were married to a bad-tempered fellow. And he hit you. And then asked for your forgiveness, saying he’d never do it again. Or, if he told you that if you just wouldn’t aggravate him, he wouldn’t need to hit you.

Run. Now. Far Away. Run

Oh, I know how I lie to myself. I lie when I say I’ll do our bookkeeping. I was a bookkeeper by trade. Not a fancy one, but enough to balance the statements and slot stuff into business expenses. I took over those duties for the family some years ago. I hate doing it. I really do. I promise myself every year that I won’t let it all pile up until the year is over to start downloading statements, printing them, and then entering them into QuickBooks. Every year, I tell my husband I should be paid at least $500 for the work I’ve done. Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen, but I do want to repeatedly stress to him that it is a hardship, and if I were doing this work for anybody else, I would get paid for it. Probably more than $500, too. Anyway, I keep saying I’ll get to it. Look, it’s the beginning of May 2026, and I haven’t done a thing. Jeepers Creepers.

Money is a sensitive subject, especially when it is your own.

What else do I lie about? Probably lots of things. If I were going to confession, I’d probably have to make stuff up like I did when I was eight years old.

If you were to ask me how you looked in some outfit, I’d probably lie. I mean, you think you look good. Who am I to criticize what you wear? Especially, since I don’t even wear underwear. Let me be more specific. I don’t get dressed anymore. I’m retired. Who cares? I wear my nightclothes in the daytime. Isn’t that what everybody did during Covid? I like it. I’m comfortable. I write all day. Here it is at 9:30 at night, and I’m writing. I started writing this morning at 7:30. That’s a 14-hour day. Granted, I took a couple of hours out to read and to watch television, so I wasn’t pounding on the keyboard all that time. Still, it was more than the 9-to-5 jobs I used to have.

Anyway, lots of writers keep hours like that. I try to write three articles a day, and by gum and by golly, this is my third one today. And I’m not lying about that.

Okay, I promise I won’t lie tomorrow. At least, I’ll try.

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Be Careful What You Wish For – It Might Just Come True

Pauline Evanosky — Wed, 29 Apr 2026 13:03:50 GMT

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How can you tell if you’ve had a genuine psychic vision or if you just made it up? Actually, to awaken your psychic senses, you need to pretend. It’s in the pretending that you open a gateway for Spirit to be there in a deeper capacity than it was before.

It’s all in the positioning and leads squarely back to that old warning people would say, “Be careful what you wish for. It might just come true.”

Anyway, you won’t get hurt, nor will you hurt anybody else.

So, what does it mean to have your psychic senses awakened? Your psychic senses are all of your other senses to a higher degree. I was going to say on steroids, but somehow, that wasn’t a good analogy. See, you really don’t need to induce your psychic senses with anything other than your own desire.

It’s just that when you do that, you also get much, much more than you bargained for.

Here are just eight of the different psychic senses people have:

Clairvoyance is clear seeing. This is where you get visions, mental images, or symbols. I have this one. A funny one for me is if Spirit thinks whatever I’m considering is a bad idea. I get a visual of somebody holding their nose as in, “That idea stinks.” Many times, the face I see has a really big nose, and they hold their head up at an angle so you can really see they are holding their nose.

Clairaudience is clear hearing. Where you hear without using your ears. You hear voices, music or sounds from the spiritual realm. In the beginning, I heard things from outside and found myself turning around to see if someone was behind me. It didn’t take but about 10 days for my “hearing” to shift to an internal hearing, what I think of as telepathy. Sometimes, when there are lots of FIS (Folk in Spirit) in the room and I can’t hear anybody individually I will hear a murmur rise from the group. I’ve also heard clapping. I suppose they might also boo, but I can’t say as I’ve heard that particular one.

Claircognizance is knowing something with certainty. Something you really had no other way of knowing. It’s what I think of as an “In your bones knowingness”. It hasn’t happened often to me, but it has happened. It’s almost like a data dump. Suddenly, you know. Once, one of our cats left us. I had known he was unhappy with all the cats in the house. Where before he was a happy cat, he seemed to shy away from his sisters, and nobody liked him anymore. I knew what was happening, but I didn’t know how to stop it. It was the cat hierarchy in the house, and it was shifting. Others would call it the pecking order. The day he left, he came to say goodbye to me. Even remembering it now makes me sad. He sat in front of me without moving. He looked up at me, and I looked down at him. I bent forward and took his face in my hands and knew he was saying goodbye. I never saw him again. We canvassed the neighborhood and put posters up. We put a bed, food, water, and a litter box outside on the patio, hoping he would come home. I knew.

Clairsentience. This is about feeling. I have felt this, but not very often. It’s actually something I’d really rather not be aware of. For instance, it might happen that somebody comes to you and you get a pain in your head. The pain is not your pain. It is their pain. I think more psychics might experience this. Perhaps it is like other things; the first time it happens to you, it’s a shocker, but as time goes by, you become accustomed to it, and the sensation gets milder. Like if somebody died while they were choking you might feel a tightening in your throat. I’d imagine that you could develop the language of clairsentience in your relationship with Spirit. It’s the same with clairvoyance, where you communicate with symbols. Many psychics do that. “When they show me a squirmy worm, I know that means they had problems with their gallbladder.” Or they might say, “When I get a pain in my knee, that is a symptom we are talking about a degenerative joint issue like arthritis.” For me to develop this one? I don’t think so. I’ve already got a lot of aches and pains. Adding to it is just not something I want to do.

Clairempathy. This is where you know how somebody or a spirit is feeling. I’ve never been very good at this one. I mean, we as human beings are already able to sense when folks are happy, sad, or mad. There are tells you can look for. But, beyond that? I think that’s what clairempathy is about. I suppose I could begin a psychic reading by asking for permission to “read” the person, which would include any of the Claires, but the whole idea of doing this strikes me as reading their mind. I don’t feel right doing that. People will tell you to your face that they are not lying when you, as a psychic, know this is not true. I’d rather not be so intrusive as to call somebody a liar to their face. Maybe they’ve got a really good reason not to tell the truth.

Clairtangency. This is also known as psychometry and happens when you touch something, you can tell information about it or the person who held it most. I experienced this once in a lecture by James Van Praagh. He asked us to turn to the person sitting behind us in the audience and to exchange something we held a lot. The lady behind me and I exchanged our car and house keys. I picked up that she was a cook and a writer (she was writing a cookbook), and she could tell I was a psychic channel and a writer (which I am). I did not know this was called clairtangency. You learn something new every day.

Clairalience. This is clear smelling. I’m not sure if this has happened to me before. I think it might have. Once, years ago, I walked into our living room and smelled a rotten egg. It was putrid. I was shocked. I suppose you would be to smell something like that. I turned around, and it was gone. Just that quickly. Another one happened to a friend I’d gone to. She claimed they’d had some unusual activities taking place at her house. She supposed it was a ghost. I went to investigate (the first time I’d ever done such a thing as talk to a ghost). It didn’t feel any different from talking to Spirit. They made it clear that they would not be leaving the area, but were assured the parents would take care of their new baby. Evidently, the in-resident ghosts (there was a Native American burial ground next door to the house), and Captain Jack, as he introduced himself to me, were evidently concerned that the parents weren’t taking proper care of their baby. I explained to Captain Jack that these were new parents, but they loved their baby and promised they would take the greatest care. The next morning, the lady walked into her living room and smelled roses. There were no roses in sight, so we both took that to mean everything was fine. And, it was. The bumps and creaking noises they’d been hearing at night also stopped happening.

Clairegustance. This has never happened to me, where you actually experience the taste of food you eat without actually eating. I suppose it would be useful for somebody on a diet if you not only tasted a brownie but also felt full. Maybe I should work on that. It might prove a practical application. However, one of the things I’ve long known with Spirit is that they can tell the taste in your mouth or in your head if you are trying to cook or bake something. They know how to get to that point. It’s pretty amazing. It might be something your great-grandmother cooked, and the recipe was never written down. Or, if you just want to horse around in the kitchen with Spirit, you might come up with a good-tasting dish for dinner. Actually, that sounds like the title of an article: Horsing Around With Spirit In the Kitchen. I actually have compiled some recipes developed with Spirit on my other website. This is Cowboy Coffee Cake, and this one is Seth’s No Fail – No Fall Lemon Mango Cake.

Anyway, this piece has gotten quite long. My idea at the beginning of it and the title of this piece? If you want it, whatever it is, in time, with preparation, with planning, you can achieve it, no matter what it is you want. There might be a learning curve of 15 years to really get close, because, like life, plans are never orderly. You fix one thing, and because whatever it is you fixed works now, something else needs attention. Also, goals change over time. I wanted to talk to my Spirit Guide in the beginning. I had absolutely no idea that all this other stuff would happen, too.

It’s like you open an inner gate with the desire, and whatever needs to happen will happen, whether you think it belongs in the plan or not. Like I needed to learn how to draw. Who would have thought that would be a requirement to open my psychic senses?

Thanks for reading. I’ve listed a bunch of other places where I write on the internet

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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We Learn from Our Mistakes

Pauline Evanosky — Mon, 27 Apr 2026 13:00:26 GMT

This actually looks like a good system. Photo by GABRIEL CARVALHO on Unsplash

I like to keep track of stuff: the words and articles I write. I keep a planner open on my desk where I record where I am going to publish stuff. This allows me to see, at a glance, where the open spots are. Just to keep busy. Just to keep my own promises to myself. It helps me to stay true to myself at least, in the sense that I promise to write a certain number of articles per week for this or that publication.

See, I’m retired. I’ve got Social Security, but it’s also not nearly as much as I earned when I was working. So far, I haven’t earned diddley squat with my writing, but for whatever reason, I’ve been driven to hone my craft and to fill the platforms where I do write with what I have to say.

I’m a rule breaker. I’m a rebel. I’m the person you go to when you are afraid of things that go bump in the dark, because I laugh at spooks. Actually, I heard a bit of a clamor just now. It’s to the right of my head. It’s a group in Spirit right now. More than one, though I can’t make out the details. I just went into “Seeing” mode, which is to close my eyes.

It’s like trying to concentrate on something while you’re busy examining a crazy quilt. You can’t get a handle on either thing if you’re doing both at the same time. So, I shut my eyes. The fact that I’ve worn off many of the letters on my keyboard doesn’t bother me because I don’t look at them when I write. Why would I? That would be like looking at your feet while you walk. That, friends, is the surest way to stumble on a curb that I can think of.

Back to the idea that we learn from our mistakes. First of all, I think thinking of mistakes as mistakes isn’t helpful. If you can think of them as less than desirable outcomes, maybe that doesn’t deliver the same impact as somebody shouting, “You’re wrong! You die!”

That point really hit home for me one day after I’d quit smoking. I tried to quit many times. It was an addiction, and I couldn’t help myself. Physically and mentally. I remember being afraid that I would no longer be able to think properly if I quit smoking. I remember one time I was able to quit for 20 minutes. Who quits for 20 minutes? Well, I did. Towards the end, I wasn’t able to go to libraries or to movie theaters just because I couldn’t smoke there.

I tell people I had to quit smoking 200 times before I was able to look in the rear-view mirror and say, “I used to smoke.” I made up the number 200. I don’t know how many times it was, other than it felt like 200 times. The same thing that I can’t tell you is the date I quit. I sneaked. I felt like a loser. I felt like a failure that I wasn’t able to quit smoking.

It was long after I quit smoking that I realized every single one of those attempts I made to quit smoking was a step in the right direction. Since then, this has supported my life as a writer when I think of how many pieces I’ve written, how many times I’ve hashed over the same idea trying to get it right.

Anyway, I like rules. I grew up in a family where there were a lot of rules. That my father was a mature soul where they embrace the idea of: It’s my way or the highway helped me along. These are the folks who have a hard time embracing the concept of: Live and let live. I’m not complaining. At least, not much, because having these rules in my life as a writer has helped to spur me on.

If you are interested in learning about soul ages, check out The Michael Teachings. Similar to the way Enneagrams are set up with nine personality types, I find both systems fascinating. Imagine having a character in something you are writing walk a path like that. Layers upon layers.

Also, learning from your mistakes will allow somebody who is constantly hooking up with the wrong company to start asking themselves, “How do I run into these losers time after time?” It’s a hard question to ask yourself, but after 15 failed relationships, I’d hope you might ask yourself that sort of question. That’s when you finally start thinking that it might be about you and not about them. Remember, you can’t change anybody else. You can only change yourself.

That’s like people who think other folks can make them happy. Nobody can make you happy. You have to make yourself happy. Then, the other stuff follows more easily.

No, Shirley, the world does not revolve around you.

It’s like an employee who keeps getting fired because they can’t get to work on time. It’s never their fault. It’s always somebody else’s fault. Your workplace tells you that if you arrive to work late four times, then you’re toast. Somebody drew a line in the sand, and like a three-year-old, you didn’t believe them. Well, I can’t help that you are 42 years old, have four failed marriages behind you, and can’t hold a job because you can’t get to work on time. I can say it’s your fault all day long, but you’re never going to believe me. Someday, maybe, you will come to your senses. Is it necessary that you do that? No. Not in a million years. Believe what you want to believe. People do it all the time.

The only person you are responsible for is yourself.

Anyway, learn from your mistakes. That first heartbreak you had when you were 14 years old? It was a necessary and valuable part of the person you are now. You learned from it.

Thanks for reading. Try to do one fun thing for yourself today.

🌺Pauline Evanosky

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Flashback

Pauline Evanosky — Fri, 24 Apr 2026 19:20:02 GMT

Remembering an earlier time.

I’m mostly trying to do this on my own. At times, over the years, I have made an appointment to talk to a psychotherapist, mostly because they are the professional and I’m the person in pain. I’ve done this in person and online with Zoom visits. I’ve been at it so long that the therapists have all gone their own ways and are no longer available to talk to me. So, through the years, I’ve gotten to know quite a few.

With me, my first thing to say is, “I talk to dead people.” If they don’t react to that, then I think, “Good, we can talk.” There was only one guy who was interested enough that, after some time, he asked me if I was still talking to invisible people. I realized then that he would take more convincing.

I realize now that there are different levels of nuttery. There is the kind that gets elected to office. Many there. Many. We all know them, no matter what country you live in. Look up narcissist and learn how to live with that.

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Recently, somebody asked me to do something. It’s like if you’re retired, you are the person who gets elected to do things. This was a relationship I wanted to keep, if not exactly whole, at least neighborly. So, I agreed to the task. I was done in minutes. It was under five minutes. She said in amazement to me, “How did you do that so fast?” I said, “I asked Google.” Then, she wasn’t happy with the answer. I felt like saying, “Look, next time you can do this yourself.” I knew that would never happen because she’s come to me on at least two other occasions to do the same thing over the years. So, I swallowed the bitterness and moved on. The whole thing has been pecking at me since then. No, it wasn’t right. Yes, she’s got some issues. I do too.

So, I need to ask myself something. I need to ask myself why I can’t let that go?

Well, nothing was resolved. It’s going to happen again. She’s going to assume, since I’m retired, that I can give up five hours of my time to do something that is important to her. If I were to say something about it, she would be hurt; she would want to know what had happened. Who knows what her reaction would be? But it’s not something I want to address. See, I’ve got to live here.

If I were going to a therapist, those are the sort of questions they would ask me.

My solution? I’ve been to enough therapists to get an idea of where they go with things. Especially with me. One after another of them wants to know what happened when I was younger. And, they are right. Most of it began then. Mow the row, and the same stuff keeps coming up, no matter how close you clip the grass.

One thing I learned years ago is that a regression can help. Once you learn how to do it, you can do it on your own as much as you want. Therapists, please step in here, if you’d like to. I am by no means a trained therapist, but I am able to do this work for myself.

Hey, I’ve got an idea. I’ll do one here.

What do you think?

Are you asking me?

Well, yes, I figured you might help me.

Yes, you are correct, but how many of the people who read your material have an active relationship with their Spirit Guide?

You capitalized that.

Why not? You do too. Just to give it some significance.

Yes, you’re right. You could say they are talking to their inner self, too. Or, their smaller self, their younger self.

Yes, that is entirely within the realm of possibility.

Okay, folks. New idea here. When you do a childhood regression, you are looking to revisit your smaller self and either have them explain why something is not right or to take a plastic baseball bat and beat you know what out of a table. In lieu of your inner child talking to you, asking your inner self is okay, too. This is that bright light that is inside your chest, that burns bright and is so lovely to look at. And, if you’re a psychic like I am and have already developed a relationship with a Spirit Guide, you can ask them to help.

Does that sound good?

Keep going.

Okay. A childhood regression is the same as a past-life regression, except that with a childhood regression, you aim for yourself as a little person. With a past-life regression, you ask to be taken back to where you need to be, already knowing you’re aiming for a past life. Is there more to it than that? No.

You just need to set your intention at the beginning. You also need a reason for the regression. Is it for fun? Is it because you are anxious and you don’t know where it is coming from? Is it because you caught yourself stuttering twice in the last couple of days and want to see what’s wrong?

Close your eyes and remember what you were doing 20 minutes ago. You don’t need to remember exactly what you were doing, just something about 20 minutes ago. Was it a cup of coffee? Was it breakfast? You don’t need to paint a masterpiece. Allow your memory machine to settle upon a glimpse. It might only be two seconds, but really, that’s all you need.

Now, remember something that was going on last night. You’ve jumped back in time just a few hours. What did you have for dinner? Were you reading a book? Were you watching something on television? You don’t need to remember exactly what the actors were saying, what you were eating, or what you read. Just flashback. Something. Anything. Even if it was as fast as just opening your book. It was about 12 hours ago.

What was going on yesterday morning? For me, my husband did our laundry. He’s such a sweetheart. I can’t handle the big basket up and down the stairs anymore, so he volunteered to do it for us. He was especially helpful when I told him I was dumping everything off the top step to the walkway below. It seemed the most expedient way for me to get it all downstairs. Maybe he didn’t like the thought of his socks and underwear on the sidewalk for all the neighbors to see. Maybe all he wanted to do was to help me do something I couldn’t do anymore. In any case, he was doing the laundry. That was yesterday.

Now, jump back a week ago. In your mind, you are reaching backward. A week ago is fuzzy to me. I know I must have been writing. So, picture yourself writing and pretend it was a week ago. Better yet, if you have an actual memory, that is fine, but in all likelihood, you were writing because you write every day. Taking a potshot at it, yes, a week ago you were writing.

Was it raining? What was the light like? Can you remember something like that?

Let’s take the next memory a little farther back. New Year’s. What did you do on New Year’s Eve? Or on New Year’s Day? Maybe it was your birthday. Maybe it was the day you and your friends went out to eat. Maybe it was only shopping at the grocery store.

For me, I can take myself back to places since I grew up as an Army Brat, and my husband and I have moved our fair bit too. The changes of station when my father was transferred to a new Army post during my childhood mostly occurred during the summer breaks, so the new school year meant a new house for us. Sometimes it was a new country. Your childhood, unless you were also a military kid, will be different. So, just aim for significant things that happened in your life. Sports teams, school clubs, and different teachers you’ve had. Take your memories back as far as you can go, and because you can’t remember any more, say, “Take me where I need to go.”

Now, you will never get lost doing this, whether it is a childhood regression or a past-life regression, so you need not be afraid of that.

The more you do these regressions, the better you will be at remembering things. My first memory is of my father holding me. I was wearing those rubber pants (which were actually made of plastic) over top of my diaper, and the rubber leg bindings hurt my legs. I can remember him bouncing me around and how delighted I was with that. I’ve been told that it is a pretty early memory, but I do remember it.

So, the same thing will happen as you remember your way to an earlier time. You will remember your earliest memory in this lifetime, and then you say, “Take me back to a lifetime I need to remember.”

Past-life regression only works if you already believe you have past lives to look at. Academically, you might feel you do, and if only that, the regression will work for you and be the “proof” you need. The thing is, is that people have had lots of past lives.

The other thing that might be scary for you is, and this happened to me, the first few times I did past-life regressions, I went to see death. In the first place, death is scary. It just is. My first regression had me walking into a wooden barn where a bunch of bodies were hanged. Their feet came to my shoulders, and as I made my way through them, my movement set them to twirling. Needless to say, I snapped out of that regression so fast it would make your head spin. I think I was ten years old in that regression. I was a kid, in any case.

The next one involved death again, though I can’t put my hands on what the details were. Needless to say, if all I was going to see was death when I made these past-life regressions, then I wasn’t going to do them anymore. I asked my Spirit Guide about it. He reminded me that there are happy moments in everybody’s life. I should aim for those. He said there is a lot of magnetism attached to horrific events, and that’s where your eyes go if you’re not thinking about it. It’s like you can’t take your eyes off a car wreck. My guide told me to remember and aim for the happier moments in the past-life regressions I was doing.

That did the trick, and even if death was involved, I was easier with them. Oh, wait, I remember what another of those death regressions was. It was 1870, in the American Midwest. A place like Kansas or Oklahoma. On the plains. There was a field of wheat. My son, a little boy with blond hair, was running through the wheat, his arms uplifted to me. He saw me. My spirit had left my body, and I flew in the air above him, crying and calling my name below me. So, that happened.

A therapist would know where to guide you, but sometimes it is enough to just see.

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a past-life regression. I think I’ve talked myself into another one. It’ll be fun. You can do it too.

🌺Pauline Evanosky

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The Bunny Thing and Some Crochet

Pauline Evanosky — Mon, 20 Apr 2026 16:07:01 GMT

Because many of my pieces form themselves from what I am doing, this article is divided into two parts. While I was attending a crochet symposium over the last few days, my buttons were being pushed. Spirit, in the form of my Spirit Guide, Seth, stepped in as I reacted to the freedom and fun I was experiencing at the crochet workshops I attended.

If you haven’t read my work before, I am a psychic channel. My Spirit Guide, Seth, is invisible. I also talk to dead guys. Seth’s part in this piece is in a bold italic font.

I want it all. All of the fun. All of the tears. All of the enlightening moments.

However, all of it comes at a price. Sometimes, the things that crowd into your life need to either step back or step aside to make room for the new interests. Sometimes, not. Sometimes, all these activities can share the space with you.

So, okay, seeing as how I want it all. And I want it right now. What should I do first? I am overwhelmed by all this interest.

Perhaps all your interests are like shiny pebbles in a bowl.

Allow a minute of peace into your space.

When?

Right now. Don’t wait. The peace can be there alongside the clamor.

That doesn’t make sense.

It doesn’t have to. Just do it.

Now?

Yes, now.

What do you feel?

I think I’m anxious.

You don’t know?

No, not really. I’m not used to doing this. Yes, there is this tight feeling in my chest. As if I am holding my breath. As if I don’t want to move. I’m like a rabbit in the garden. If I don’t move, they won’t notice me and chase me away from this lovely patch of lettuce.

Bunny, huh?

Yes, do you have a problem with it?

No, I’m just making a comment. I’m trying to see you too.

Oh, well, that’s okay. I’m just a bunny.

Be in peace, right now.

Yes, I took a breath of air. I’m sorry.

About what?

About being a bunny.

What else should you be?

I should be a writer.

Why? There is room in your life for whatever it is you are or want to be. You can be a writer in a minute or two. Just be at peace being a bunny rabbit. Just for now.

Now what?

My eyes sting.

Why?

Because you said I could do this.

You need permission?

Well, now, but you said I could. It feels good. It’s a relief.

You helped yourself, so are you stiff? If you didn’t move, they wouldn’t notice you and make you try to be something you really didn’t want to be.

And time passed. This is what happens when you have Spirit in your life. Sometimes when you don’t even expect it, they’ve got something to say.

The circumstances for this bit of writing came a couple of days ago while I was attending a four-day crochet symposium hosted by Betty McKnit. The event was free. I got an email that looked interesting. I went ahead to upgrade my free ticket to the tune of $37 and will have access to the entire library and website until the middle of July. After that? It is $18 a month, which, I’m thinking, might be something I want to do.

All these years, I have crocheted on my own. Nobody in my family did it. None of my friends did either. Some would come to me, admire something I’d spent 250 hours making, and want me to make something similar for them. Right. I only ever made things for myself and my husband. Occasionally, for other people.

However, as a writer, how often have you been approached by people who say to you that their story is the most interesting and you should write it for them? It’s happened to me several times. I realize right then that they are like the person who wants a blanket, where you would purchase the yarn for $100 and spend hours upon hours making it for them, only to see it five years later in a thrift shop.

A lesson in giving gifts and letting go.

I learned somatic exercises at the crochet symposium to release tension, especially in my hands, neck, and back, which will be useful to me as a writer. I learned about colors and how they can mean different things to people, and how you might tap into that to create something that might just cheer somebody up. I learned how a woman goes to a minimum-security prison to teach the men there to crochet and how this practice has helped them. The presenters were from all over the world. The whole thing was done on Zoom and in chat rooms.

I was surprised at how many of the people there were old, even some older than me. We had crochet-alongs, where we worked on specific projects or whatever we had in our hands at the time. I did a little pouch to fit my husband’s phone and charger. He is forever dropping them. This will keep them safer. It’s funny, but it didn’t start out life as a crochet phone pouch. It began as five stitches, grew into a rectangle, and began to be known more as something rather than The Thing. It’s in the picture I used to illustrate this piece.

Each presenter gave something away for free, so I’ve signed up for a number of websites that offer their own crochet ideas and fun.

Aside from all the bazillion patterns and new stitches I’m going to be learning over the next couple of months, I met other women who have found comfort in having a crochet hook and yarn in their hands. That, more than anything else, has made me humble. The thought that I have more than a handful of potential friends to be with.

What this piece illustrates to me is that no matter what I am doing, it all can be understood as a life lesson. It supports those innermost thoughts and feelings and helps a person to sort their way through emotional healing.

And a special thank you to Betty for being the brains and driving force behind the crochet symposium.

Thanks for reading.

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Beginner Mind

Pauline Evanosky — Fri, 17 Apr 2026 16:51:51 GMT

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What is the hardest level to be on? I believe it is for a beginner. Is the first day of work harder than the third day of work? Or even the 200^th day? In my experience, it has always been that first day of work, that first day of school, that first day of anything. It’s the hardest.

You know you are stronger than you think when you show up on that second day.

The beginning course is always the hardest course to take. This is where you are exposed to your subject’s language. If it is a course about economics, you’re going to be discussing macroeconomics and microeconomics. If it is crochet, there are symbols. SC is single crochet. WIP is work in progress. OTH is off the hook; the project is done.

When you first learn how to crochet, the tension is one of the hardest things to get right. Once you know your pattern, and you relax with the whole business, your work will get looser. It’s like learning how to drive. Look at somebody’s hands on the steering wheel to see just how white-knuckled they are as they grip it. As they relax and, with experience, know the distances between the car and the curb or the car in front of them, they will loosen up.

It takes a daily practice, I think, to get to that point of experience. It just takes time.

Only you will determine how competent you are as a crocheter. There are so many different stitches to learn, so many types of yarn available. My advice? Try out a bunch of different ones until you find a weight that you like. The thing that will determine whether the pattern you follow will look like the designer intended it to look is going to depend upon both the yarn you choose, the size of the hook, and your tension. This is where making a swatch is going to determine whether your sweater gets frogged (ripped out – rip it – rip it – rip it) or if you can just put it on and go about your day.

Yarn is expensive. It just is. I tend toward making small items, like cat toys or bookmarks. The cat toys use four-ply yarn. The bookmarks use crochet cotton and tiny hooks. If you decide to make something super ambitious, you might end up buying ten or more skeins of yarn. It might run you $100 or more. The expense involved has always kept me from taking on larger projects. I like the smaller items, like purses or tote bags. I have made a few blankets over time, but I have given them away to other people.

You could even, if you wanted to, purchase second-hand knitted clothing and rip it apart to reclaim the yarn. Granted, you’re going to have a bunch of balls knocking around, but hey, you’ll learn how to attach them together with nice surgeon’s knots. You learn with experience. It’s like anything else. You would say to a novice driver, “Keep your eyes on the road. Move them from what is in front of the car, to the odometer, to the rear of the car. Stay within the speed limit. Always scan for pedestrians and small kids.” It’s a lot to ask of a new driver, but they will learn. With time. The same thing happens with a person learning how to crochet.

One of the things I like to make are granny squares. These are small projects that are attached or sewn together to create something larger. Perfect for totes and purses. Even for sweaters or jackets. I like to combine crochet with other things, too. Like fabric circles with a buttonhole stitch around the edges, which you then combine with crochet to make a bazillion squares that eventually become a blanket.

You can even take up micro-crochet, which is crocheting with the tiniest hook you’ve ever seen and sewing thread, making miniatures for doll houses or earrings.

Some of the most fun I’ve had is simply picking up a hook and the nearest ball of yarn and starting. I did that the other day and ended up with a rectangle. You can go anywhere with a rectangle. This particular one wants to be a cover for my phone. I don’t know why. It’s just what it wants to be.

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Peace Out.

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Talking to Seth

Pauline Evanosky — Wed, 15 Apr 2026 19:23:36 GMT

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Is it absolutely necessary that you get good with God? *** No.

Is it better for you if you do? *** Maybe.

How would it be better? *** You might meet more people. They might inspire you.

Do I need to pray? *** No.

Am I going to Hell? *** I don’t know. Are you?

How can you say that? Isn’t Hell a real place? *** It’s as real as Heaven is, I suppose.

I’m confused. *** I don’t blame you. Most of the time, I am too.

What is the meaning of life? Why are you laughing?

One morning (a few days ago, because this has been sitting open on my desktop), I happened to quickly write some of the questions I have asked Spirit in the past. As a psychic channel, you no longer need to pay for channeled advice, and I take advantage of it all the time. Spirit obliged and answered my questions. Then, because I didn’t know where to go with it this page has sat open on my desktop.

When I was a new psychic channel, these sorts of answers confused me no end. Who in Spirit says it doesn’t really matter that you be in sync with God’s teachings? Nobody in the flesh that I’ve ever heard of, but over the years (it’s been 33 years since I became a psychic channel), it’s something I’ve come to expect from my inquiries into the mysteries of God.

Might we speak?

Oh, please. That’s better.

I am happy to hear that you think so. You might introduce me.

Okay. Seth, my Spirit Guide. Right?

No, Babe Ruth.

Really?

No, it’s Seth. I just wanted to pull your leg and whoever chances to read this missive.

Okay, it’s Seth. I’ll put his part in a bold italic font. That way you won’t get confused. Also, he, well, he’s more polite than I am. No, not necessarily that. You’ll be able to tell the difference.

Forsooth. How’s that?

Forsooth is good. I never go around saying forsooth, yet that’s sort of what Seth will do occasionally.

With no more ado, I might continue. This question of “getting good with God,” what did you mean by that?

Are you kidding me?

No, for the benefit of your readers. Not all of them come from the United States. Some might even have been scandalized by what you said and have already peeked out of the window to see if there might be gathering, dark and boiling clouds upon the horizon.

You’re in a mood this morning, aren’t you?

No, merely an illustrative launch into talk of God.

I was poking fun at people who think God is so interested in what they do every day. I used to be one of them. As a kid going to confession each week, I used to invent sins just because I couldn’t remember what I had done during the week. Like, I was always getting in trouble for teasing Joe. Except that he was the original fall guy. He also teased me mercilessly. It was my revenge, but nobody saw it that way. They always saw Joe as an angel and me as, well, I don’t know how they saw me as. A troublemaker, I guess.

You were older. You were supposed to be the responsible one.

Right.

You don’t want to talk about it, do you?

No, not really. We’re here to talk about the stuff you say as a Spirit Guide. In fact, you could talk about that stuff instead.

I’d be delighted. In this instance, I am a teacher. I am not a guardian angel, although each of you have many in Spirit who are observant of both your thoughts and feelings, but also of what you do in life. I am also not the tooth fairy, though that is always one of your parents. A harmless way of transitioning through life as you lose one piece after another of your chewing ivory. It happens as you grow and, much of the time, will eventually happen as you age.

Seth?

Yes?

Can you tell people how you help me when I’m down in the dumps?

Certainly. I give good neck rubs. What’s wrong?

Oh, you know what’s wrong.

For the sake of your story, you might explain to your reader.

Spirit knows you inside and out. They know five minutes from now you’re going to be okay. They don’t always warn you of the bad stuff, but they are always there to help you up again, to look on the bright side, and to explore issues that you’ve been ignoring.

Seth?

Yes?

I think back when I was trying to connect with Spirit, I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t start out saying, “I want to talk to Seth. He is my Spirit Guide.” I just knew I could talk to someone who could help me. Somebody who wouldn’t say like everybody else had always said to me, “Wait, and it will get better.”

And?

I had to go in with a blind faith. Knowing in my heart that a Spirit Guide waited for me. What I couldn’t figure out was why you’d been there all along and only now would be able to talk to me.

Dreams and desire for pretty much anything is the first step toward attaining it. In the instance of yourself as a writer. You spent years waiting for the best opportunity to write. There is no best time to write. Anytime is the right time to write. Nor is there the ideal subject. Learn, as a writer, to trust your ideas. You could go outside and pound on the dirt and then write about it. Somebody out there has also pounded on dirt expecting something to happen and might welcome the opportunity to know that somebody else has done something similar.

You have a name for “this” now. Where before all you had were accounts from other people. As it turned out, your own experiences in speaking with Spirit, as it were, have been far and away different from what you imagined. Being flexible in learning how to dance and to trust your partner will allow you to glide smoothly across the dance floor and not trod on people’s feet as you go.

I have to stop.

Yes, I will await your pleasure.

So, I’m back again several hours later. I’m sorry I didn’t get back with Seth again for you, however, I’ll certainly do so again. Please, like and subscribe to be notified the next time I write here at Substack. And, thanks for reading. If you’re interested in doing psychic channeling for yourself, you can. I’ve put lots of links in the reference pages below.

Peace Out.

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Aliens

Pauline Evanosky — Mon, 13 Apr 2026 21:15:10 GMT

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Why are aliens who drool scarier than those who don’t drool?

Well, if I were to have a conversation with somebody who is drooling, I’d think either they don’t have some important teeth to keep their mouth behaving, or I make them hungry. If it were the latter reason, I believe I might be frightened. We all know dogs drool when they want to eat. However, my cats drool when they are happiest. Millie is forever cuddling in bed and getting drool all over my Kindle. It’s endearing and, at the same time, slightly annoying. Especially, if my Kindle were to short out because of it.

I’m finishing up a book, actually, it is the 9^th in a series called The EarthBurst Saga by Craig Falconer. It was one of those freebie selections I got at Weberbooks.com. As I am writing this article, I see the price has gone back up to $9.99. Which is also why I included the link to Weberbooks. I was drawn to the story and didn’t have anything to read at the time, or at least, I wasn’t reading anything at the time. Also, it was science fiction, and I had a hankering for something like that. I gave it a good review on Amazon the other day, not because I’ve finished reading it, but after having read the eight books before, I had a really good feeling about the book. Also, I didn’t want to forget to leave a review.

By the way, you don’t have to own a Kindle to read Kindle books. You can get the app for your desktop computer or your phone. I like the one for the PC because all the pictures are in color. My Kindle doesn’t show color pictures, though it does have a non-glare screen. I understand they’ve come out with a new Kindle that will show color pictures with the non-glare screen. I’ll wait until they start going on sale to buy one.

If you’re ever reading a book and like it, please leave a review. I believe if you purchased the book at Amazon and leave a review there, Goodreads.com will also pick it up. I’ve never done a study about it, but a published author needs all the help they can get. I do my part. At least, I try.

Anyway, back to the aliens. In The EarthBurst Saga, the aliens have what is generally depicted in literature as an alien face. No fangs and no drooling, but that aside, they looked sort of silvery blue and had double-jointed arms and legs with no hair, a high brow, and a pointy chin. Also, their eyes were set vertically instead of horizontally, like ours are. Now, it’s been some time since I read science fiction, though I was quite the fan back in the day, and it took me a minute to get accustomed to the alien features. Just a minute and then, I was okay with it.

As I generally do with the things I write, I let this sit for a couple of hours. As I came back to it, I realized that I’ve talked to an alien before.

Did that stop you in your tracks? It was meant to.

Back in the day, when I was reading everything I could get my hands on with psychic channeling, I came upon Brother Bartholemew. I’d read quite a lot of it when I realized he was an alien. That’s what he said. Pick up a copy of I Come as a Brother or From the Heart of a Gentle Brother. I guarantee you’re going to like them.

Later on, I was talking to my Spirit Guide, Seth, and asked him if he’d ever met an alien. He didn’t say anything right away, and I wondered if I’d said something wrong. The other shoe dropped, and he asked me who I thought I’d been talking to all this time. That’s when I realized Seth didn’t wear clothes. He also didn’t have a body and was composed of celestial light. Duh. Alien.

So, that’s about all I’ve got as far as aliens go this morning.

Don’t drool on me.

Peace Out.

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