In my recent Xomba article, Could Psychic Abilities Help Solve Crime? I discuss the television program, Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal, where children have been used to help solve crimes.
As a result of that article, a discussion ensued about the ethics in using children to help solve crimes. Some who commented were upset that anyone would subject a child to the trauma of experiencing a murder.
The problem with that reasoning, at least as it concerns the program, is that the children who appear on Psychic Kids already experience trauma every time they "hear" or "see" spirits.
To suggest recruiting kids for psychic experimentation (based on some of the comments) is so unethical, it never entered my mind, when I wrote the article, to consider the possibility that anyone would think I was condoning recruitment of kids for immoral purposes. a
And yet, don't some other countries recruit small children for warfare?
(I have to interrupt my own blog to ask – has our world lost its collective conscience? And yes, I can already hear the arguments against "collective conscience" arising, since the common terminology is "collective consciousness".)
Forget collective conscience – haven't adults been abusing children for their own purposes and pleasure for centuries? Everything from sex slaves and pornography to recruiting children to fight battles about which children know nothing, smacks of abuse in its most primitive form – in other words, people who lack a conscience abuse others because they haven't developed the spiritual, emotional, or intellectual aspects required of moral, ethical, and conscientious individuals.
From my perspective, Psychic Kids is not hurting these children by exposing them to crime scenes; Psychic Kids is HELPING these children who are already frightened by their psychic gifts. Chip Coffey, Edy Nathan, Chris Fleming, and Kim Russo, who appear on the show with the children, genuinely care about kids who suffer from the onslaught of images and sounds that enter their rooms and reek havoc on their minds.
These kids don't understand their psychic gifts, and the producers of Psychic Kids help them, not only understand their psychic gifts, but also utilize those psychic gifts for good.
And the "good" part is helping parents locate missing children, letting loved ones know where their sons or daughters, fathers or mothers, husbands or wives, friends or coworkers, might be buried. Not only do these children learn how to use their gifts to benefit others, but also they gain a sense of purpose. And one of the best side effects of learning how to deal with their gifts is an added sense of self esteem and worth.
When you combine psychic ability with DNA evidence, you can't help but wonder if psychic abilities would help law enforcement solve crime. And what about the mountains of cold case files that sit on detectives' desks – could psychic abilities help solve those crimes? Absolutely.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Imagine You Are Dead
Imagine that you are dead and that you died after having been murdered. Your spirit leaves your body and hovers above it. Your murderer, the person who killed you, washes his hands in your kitchen sink and runs tape across the carpet to pick up any fibers that might have been left behind had he not been so meticulous. He cleans the counters, the sink, and the floor with bleach.
You run to your neighbor to tell her to call the police. She ignores you. You pick up the phone to call your mother, but your hand has no mass and you can't hold the phone. Suddenly people fill your home and you try to tell them who killed you, but nobody can hear you.
And then one day, a young woman comes into your home. She not only sees you – she hears you. But not clearly. Your voice is muffled and soft because you no longer have vocal cords. She receives images from you and a picture of the man who murdered you. The artist draws a nearly perfect rendition.
The drawing is shown on television newscasts throughout the nation, and somebody calls in with a name. The man's DNA has appeared in the database before because of previous crimes. You helped to catch your own killer.
In the article, Could Psychic Abilities Help Solve Crimes? I discuss the possibility that DNA evidence, along with messages from beyond, could help murder victims solve their own crimes. I invite your comments.
You run to your neighbor to tell her to call the police. She ignores you. You pick up the phone to call your mother, but your hand has no mass and you can't hold the phone. Suddenly people fill your home and you try to tell them who killed you, but nobody can hear you.
And then one day, a young woman comes into your home. She not only sees you – she hears you. But not clearly. Your voice is muffled and soft because you no longer have vocal cords. She receives images from you and a picture of the man who murdered you. The artist draws a nearly perfect rendition.
The drawing is shown on television newscasts throughout the nation, and somebody calls in with a name. The man's DNA has appeared in the database before because of previous crimes. You helped to catch your own killer.
In the article, Could Psychic Abilities Help Solve Crimes? I discuss the possibility that DNA evidence, along with messages from beyond, could help murder victims solve their own crimes. I invite your comments.
Monday, December 6, 2010
The Clone Blog
What do you do when, for TWO WHOLE MONTHS, you have to deal with a ton of personal issues, including a car in need of more than a thousand dollars worth of repair, a broken vacuum cleaner with a warranty (but the nearest fix-it place is 50 miles away), a broken refrigerator (cost me several hundred dollars), a broken computer (would cost the price of a new computer to fix), no Internet connection (so even with a working computer, what difference would it make), seven blogs that cry for your attention, a memory that fails every now and then to remind you to take your cancer drugs and your asthma medicine, AND you take care of children all day long?
Well, I can't answer for you, but for me, I've decided to clone my blogs – at least this once.
Yessiree. If you go to any of my blogs (all of which are listed at the end of this blog), you will find that on this day, December 6, 2010, every single one of my blogs will say exactly the same thing as does this blog – assuming I don't get interrupted while I'm posting everywhere, that is.
So, without further ado (I don't think I've ever used that word before), here are a couple of (shortened versions of) blogs I would have written if I could have found the time and a working Internet connection:
MY HAIR
When my hair began to grow after chemo destroyed it, I noticed about a thousand cowlicks EVERYWHERE. In other words, I continue to look as if I am permanently affixed to an invisible electrical socket.
My youngest daughter and I were sitting in the cafeteria at Barnes and Noble (one of my favorite places to visit) when I spotted two women, who at first appeared to be reflections of me in the windows and whose hair looked as ugly as mine did. Of course mine was hiding beneath Avon's Breast Cancer cap, so nobody could tell how truly ugly it was.
In complaining to my daughter about how horrible I felt, because every time I looked in the mirror I saw a frightening apparition, I decided to illustrate my sense of horror by pointing out the two women to her.
"See those two women sitting by the window with their short, ugly, no-style hair?" I asked my daughter. She discreetly turned around.
"That's how I feel," I continued.
"You feel gay?" she asked.
OK, before you get all uppity, know this: several people I know are gay, and one of my best friends is gay – I think HE would get a laugh out of my daughter's comment.
MY FASHION SENSE
Everybody knows I have none – fashion sense, that is. I even wrote about my lack of fashion sense in my Weekend of Fashion blog, which I invite you to read by clicking the link.
Never had my lack of fashion sense been more apparent, though, than the year Jim Riordan shot his movie, Maddance, and one of his actors needed an outfit for a character she considered to be "trailer trashy."
Oh, what to wear, what to wear? Her eyes settled on me. I was wearing a broom skirt with a button down sleeveless top and a pair of sandals.
"That outfit, the one you're wearing. That would be perfect."
The #@%$&! What irks me even more is that I actually GAVE her my outfit!
WHEN TEMPERS FLARE
Yes, I'll admit it. I have a temper. Some people might be surprised to learn that I do because I usually hide it, though not always very well. You can tell when I'm upset, though, because I sulk or become an absolute witch.
Seething with sarcasm, my eyes squint into slivers of hatred. I become a cartoon character of myself, and I really don't like ME when I act that way (though, believe me, I have plenty of reasons to be "witchy" sometimes). In spite of those reasons, I really TRY to be mature (at my age, you would think that would come naturally by now).
Sadly I can't always help myself, so I'd kind of like other people to step forward and slap my mind with things like, "Do you realize you're acting like a temper-tantrum-throwing child?" or (sarcastically) "Yeah, it's all about you!" or (even more sarcastically) "Nobody else ever in the history of life itself has ever had as many problems as you do. You deserve the status of martyr. Give me the phone. I must call the Pope!"
When I act like the Wicked Witch of the West I don't understand why people don't just throw a house on me. Maybe my toes curling beneath the pressure of a house smashing me into the ground would be the catalyst for change and I would respond differently. I could smile and say chirpy little comments, like, "My car needs over a thousand dollars worth of repair – the Universe must be trying to tell me something." ("You're getting too old to drive, Nimwit!"), and, "My computer is so broken, it will cost me the price of a new computer to fix it, so the Universe must be trying to tell me something." ("You're the one who wanted to be a writer – maybe you should rethink you're 'ideal job'.")
Or, and this is just a thought, maybe people should start being more responsible for OTHER people, especially those – like me – who need…what? What do I need – a heavy dose of reality? No, thank you. I think I've had plenty of that…a reminder that lots of people have it worse than I do? No, that won't work. Oh, how about ________ (fill in the blank – I'm trying out a new type of blog – interactive – how's that working for me)?
Oh, you know what? Just throw a house on me!
Hmm, you don't like my remedy for witchiness? Be gone! Before somebody throws a house on you!
COMCAST
Comcast is on my hits (rearrange the letters) list. For the past three years since I moved into my home I have had intermittent problems with my Internet connection, and EVERY SINGLE TIME I call them and they send a tech, without fail, the technician who arrives at my home to FIX (choke choke) the problem tells me that the guy who came before him didn't know what he was doing.
I repeat – EVERY SINGLE TIME.
So, does that mean that for the past 3 years, every technician Comcast has sent to my home has been incompetent, or does Comcast hire egocentric techs with superiority complexes who believe that nobody but them knows how to properly connect a computer to the Internet?
Whatever. My Internet connection is in Illinois while I am in Virginia enjoying, in addition to attending to the needs of my grandchildren, a reliable Internet connection. Could the fact that I'm in Quantico, hub of the FBI and other government agencies, have anything to do with that, I wonder?
Despite the vacuum cleaner/computer/Internet/car/refrigerator problems I have been deftly dealing with over the past several months, I have managed to get a couple of articles and blogs written, the most recent of which is Paranormal Gifts for Your Paranormal Loved One.
In my Help For Single Parents blog, my most recent postings are:
PREVENT BULLYING
Applauding Accomplishments
Single Parent Resources
The three recent posts that appear in my Paranormal Minds blog are:
Why Does the Tarot Scare People?
Interviewing the Dead
I Have a Confession to Make
My Heart Blogs To You includes the following recent posts:
What Happened This Halloween
T-Ball With Kaden
Why I Have No Time To Write
Jeremy – Another Writer In My Family
Your Weird Dreams could appear in this blog along with these dreams:
The Bobby and The Dead Guy In The Trunk
Violent Murder In A Dream
Dream of Former Workplace
Writer of Blogs includes only one recent post:
How Embarrassment Became a Kindle
Your Blog Connection is currently disconnected due to the fact that I have not interviewed anybody recently for that blog.
But just because I had no time to devote to this blog, doesn't mean you can't check it out ;) Also, if you want YOUR blog covered, let me know.
My Wordpress Blog
Nothing new here, either, but feel free to visit for links to my other blogs and articles that automatically post here.
My most recent Associated Content Articles include the following:
A Halloween Paranormal Nightmare While Awake
I Wish Somebody Would Do Something About That!
The Perfect Gift for People Who Have Everything
My most recent Xomba Articles include:
A Halloween Paranormal Nightmare While Awake: Halloween Voices Won't Let You Sleep
Interview With Dead Rock Star Jim Morrison of the Doors
Learning the Mysteries of The Tarot
Paranormal Gifts for Your Paranormal Loved One
Hopefully by 2011, everything will be less stressful and I'll be writing more. The only way I can see that happening, though, is to find my own planet. But then I'd have to consider the costs to get there and...
In the meantime, thank you for reading this blog and clicking on the links.
Well, I can't answer for you, but for me, I've decided to clone my blogs – at least this once.
Yessiree. If you go to any of my blogs (all of which are listed at the end of this blog), you will find that on this day, December 6, 2010, every single one of my blogs will say exactly the same thing as does this blog – assuming I don't get interrupted while I'm posting everywhere, that is.
So, without further ado (I don't think I've ever used that word before), here are a couple of (shortened versions of) blogs I would have written if I could have found the time and a working Internet connection:
MY HAIR
When my hair began to grow after chemo destroyed it, I noticed about a thousand cowlicks EVERYWHERE. In other words, I continue to look as if I am permanently affixed to an invisible electrical socket.
My youngest daughter and I were sitting in the cafeteria at Barnes and Noble (one of my favorite places to visit) when I spotted two women, who at first appeared to be reflections of me in the windows and whose hair looked as ugly as mine did. Of course mine was hiding beneath Avon's Breast Cancer cap, so nobody could tell how truly ugly it was.
In complaining to my daughter about how horrible I felt, because every time I looked in the mirror I saw a frightening apparition, I decided to illustrate my sense of horror by pointing out the two women to her.
"See those two women sitting by the window with their short, ugly, no-style hair?" I asked my daughter. She discreetly turned around.
"That's how I feel," I continued.
"You feel gay?" she asked.
OK, before you get all uppity, know this: several people I know are gay, and one of my best friends is gay – I think HE would get a laugh out of my daughter's comment.
MY FASHION SENSE
Everybody knows I have none – fashion sense, that is. I even wrote about my lack of fashion sense in my Weekend of Fashion blog, which I invite you to read by clicking the link.
Never had my lack of fashion sense been more apparent, though, than the year Jim Riordan shot his movie, Maddance, and one of his actors needed an outfit for a character she considered to be "trailer trashy."
Oh, what to wear, what to wear? Her eyes settled on me. I was wearing a broom skirt with a button down sleeveless top and a pair of sandals.
"That outfit, the one you're wearing. That would be perfect."
The #@%$&! What irks me even more is that I actually GAVE her my outfit!
WHEN TEMPERS FLARE
Yes, I'll admit it. I have a temper. Some people might be surprised to learn that I do because I usually hide it, though not always very well. You can tell when I'm upset, though, because I sulk or become an absolute witch.
Seething with sarcasm, my eyes squint into slivers of hatred. I become a cartoon character of myself, and I really don't like ME when I act that way (though, believe me, I have plenty of reasons to be "witchy" sometimes). In spite of those reasons, I really TRY to be mature (at my age, you would think that would come naturally by now).
Sadly I can't always help myself, so I'd kind of like other people to step forward and slap my mind with things like, "Do you realize you're acting like a temper-tantrum-throwing child?" or (sarcastically) "Yeah, it's all about you!" or (even more sarcastically) "Nobody else ever in the history of life itself has ever had as many problems as you do. You deserve the status of martyr. Give me the phone. I must call the Pope!"
When I act like the Wicked Witch of the West I don't understand why people don't just throw a house on me. Maybe my toes curling beneath the pressure of a house smashing me into the ground would be the catalyst for change and I would respond differently. I could smile and say chirpy little comments, like, "My car needs over a thousand dollars worth of repair – the Universe must be trying to tell me something." ("You're getting too old to drive, Nimwit!"), and, "My computer is so broken, it will cost me the price of a new computer to fix it, so the Universe must be trying to tell me something." ("You're the one who wanted to be a writer – maybe you should rethink you're 'ideal job'.")
Or, and this is just a thought, maybe people should start being more responsible for OTHER people, especially those – like me – who need…what? What do I need – a heavy dose of reality? No, thank you. I think I've had plenty of that…a reminder that lots of people have it worse than I do? No, that won't work. Oh, how about ________ (fill in the blank – I'm trying out a new type of blog – interactive – how's that working for me)?
Oh, you know what? Just throw a house on me!
Hmm, you don't like my remedy for witchiness? Be gone! Before somebody throws a house on you!
COMCAST
Comcast is on my hits (rearrange the letters) list. For the past three years since I moved into my home I have had intermittent problems with my Internet connection, and EVERY SINGLE TIME I call them and they send a tech, without fail, the technician who arrives at my home to FIX (choke choke) the problem tells me that the guy who came before him didn't know what he was doing.
I repeat – EVERY SINGLE TIME.
So, does that mean that for the past 3 years, every technician Comcast has sent to my home has been incompetent, or does Comcast hire egocentric techs with superiority complexes who believe that nobody but them knows how to properly connect a computer to the Internet?
Whatever. My Internet connection is in Illinois while I am in Virginia enjoying, in addition to attending to the needs of my grandchildren, a reliable Internet connection. Could the fact that I'm in Quantico, hub of the FBI and other government agencies, have anything to do with that, I wonder?
Despite the vacuum cleaner/computer/Internet/car/refrigerator problems I have been deftly dealing with over the past several months, I have managed to get a couple of articles and blogs written, the most recent of which is Paranormal Gifts for Your Paranormal Loved One.
In my Help For Single Parents blog, my most recent postings are:
PREVENT BULLYING
Applauding Accomplishments
Single Parent Resources
The three recent posts that appear in my Paranormal Minds blog are:
Why Does the Tarot Scare People?
Interviewing the Dead
I Have a Confession to Make
My Heart Blogs To You includes the following recent posts:
What Happened This Halloween
T-Ball With Kaden
Why I Have No Time To Write
Jeremy – Another Writer In My Family
Your Weird Dreams could appear in this blog along with these dreams:
The Bobby and The Dead Guy In The Trunk
Violent Murder In A Dream
Dream of Former Workplace
Writer of Blogs includes only one recent post:
How Embarrassment Became a Kindle
Your Blog Connection is currently disconnected due to the fact that I have not interviewed anybody recently for that blog.
But just because I had no time to devote to this blog, doesn't mean you can't check it out ;) Also, if you want YOUR blog covered, let me know.
My Wordpress Blog
Nothing new here, either, but feel free to visit for links to my other blogs and articles that automatically post here.
My most recent Associated Content Articles include the following:
A Halloween Paranormal Nightmare While Awake
I Wish Somebody Would Do Something About That!
The Perfect Gift for People Who Have Everything
My most recent Xomba Articles include:
A Halloween Paranormal Nightmare While Awake: Halloween Voices Won't Let You Sleep
Interview With Dead Rock Star Jim Morrison of the Doors
Learning the Mysteries of The Tarot
Paranormal Gifts for Your Paranormal Loved One
Hopefully by 2011, everything will be less stressful and I'll be writing more. The only way I can see that happening, though, is to find my own planet. But then I'd have to consider the costs to get there and...
In the meantime, thank you for reading this blog and clicking on the links.
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