What do you do when someone from the other side comes to you, but you have no one to tell? Case in point.
I have been visited by a little girl, 3 years old, whom I believe is on the other side. Sometimes I see the living remotely, but this little girl feels like she's from the other side. The living consider her to be 'missing'. She shows me a place where I think she's buried. It's simply a water logged, wooded area near a broken tree. I can see that where the tree was broken, in the trunk there are still some dagger like points of wood sticking up. Laying on the ground nearby is the broken off part of the tree. I'm not sure if I'm seeing it from my height or the child's height but if it's my height, then I think the broken trunk part is about 2-3 feet high.
I realized if I stepped away from that spot, diagonally a couple of steps, I could see some sort of structure rising in the distance. That confuses me, because I'm not sure what it is. It seems to be square, made of metal bars that rise up from the ground and cross over from 'leg' to 'leg'. It reminds me a little bit of a high tension wire tower, but with less criss-crossing of metal bars, and more square instead of triangular like the tower. Unless I'm seeing just the footers of the high tension towers, from a child's viewpoint, and nothing above those first metal legs and cross bars.
The little girl came to me wearing a little baseball cap. I don't know if that means she crossed over with it on, or she just liked wearing it. She wasn't crying or upset, nor did she seem upset with those family members still here. She appeared serious, showing me this spot where I felt like she was buried. She had a woman behind her who claimed grandmother, or great grandmother relations, was thin, had short, white hair, and a nice smile. I don't believe they had met in life.
So, what does one do with information like this?
Peace, love and light,
LaSal
PS - Update: I've been asked a few times if I know the name of this little girl. My answer is that I believe she is Caylee Anthony, missing in Orlando, FL.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tech-NOT-logy
To my surprise, not everything in this blog will be about talking to the other side, apparently. Sometimes it will be about other experiences I have endured, like this past week. I had to have a tooth pulled.
Can someone please explain to me WHY, OH, WHY can we put a man on the moon, yet we are still medievally barbaric when it comes to pulling out a tooth?
I had a tooth that had had a root canal and a crown, yet it continued to be sensitive. The dentist(s) who performed said procedures assured me that a tooth can stay sensitive for a while afterward, I'd just have to wait. Fine, I waited. Until it became infected and I had to do a round of antibiotics. It was looked at and nothing was found to be wrong. I waited again. Until it became infected again. Another round of antibiotics. Another exam. Another pronouncement of nothing wrong. And so on. For two years. It was nearing the point of being on antibiotics daily to keep the infection from spreading.
Now, realize each exam, prescription, exam, etc., cost money. My choice became have it out, or 'go in and see what is going on'. Exploratory surgery as it were, on a tooth. The cost of which was close to what it would cost to purchase a small country. I opted to have it out.
Having had a string of consistently BAD dental experiences, I am now at the point where I need to take Valium before anything is done. They had me wait until I'd signed the paperwork, so I wouldn't be impaired during signing. Fine. I signed, swallowed the pill and climbed into the chair to get the numbing injections that hurt like heck. Then comes the new age tech-NOT-logy part.
The dentist takes a shiny little shovel like instrument and proceeds to SHOVE it up in between my gum and the tooth, once or twice on all four sides of the tooth, in order to loosen it. He then took a shiny little pliers looking thing, grabbed a hold of my tooth and started pulling, wiggling, yanking, and tugging. HARD! He and the dental assistant both kept reassuring me that I was doing well as I arched up out of the chair and tried to find enough traction on the smooth leather seat to kick one of them in the head. I also tried to say something intelligent, like 'F$%@ YOU!', but with the shiny little pliers in my mouth and the haze of pain, I could only moan pitifully.
It would have been over at that point, but the tooth then broke, leaving all 3 roots still embedded in my head. Sir DDS (he might have downed a crock of Beowulf's mead at this point, not sure, I could have been hallucinating that part) then did the same new-age, shovel-shoving, tooth loosening technique on each of the 3 roots, grabbed each one and maliciously yanked each out, ALL of which, I swear, were conected to my EYEBALL and BRAINSTEM. I know there was 'gray matter' on the end of one root.
It's amazing, is it not, that a society so tooth technology stunted can continue to advance so rapidly in other areas?
Peace, love and light,
LaSal
Can someone please explain to me WHY, OH, WHY can we put a man on the moon, yet we are still medievally barbaric when it comes to pulling out a tooth?
I had a tooth that had had a root canal and a crown, yet it continued to be sensitive. The dentist(s) who performed said procedures assured me that a tooth can stay sensitive for a while afterward, I'd just have to wait. Fine, I waited. Until it became infected and I had to do a round of antibiotics. It was looked at and nothing was found to be wrong. I waited again. Until it became infected again. Another round of antibiotics. Another exam. Another pronouncement of nothing wrong. And so on. For two years. It was nearing the point of being on antibiotics daily to keep the infection from spreading.
Now, realize each exam, prescription, exam, etc., cost money. My choice became have it out, or 'go in and see what is going on'. Exploratory surgery as it were, on a tooth. The cost of which was close to what it would cost to purchase a small country. I opted to have it out.
Having had a string of consistently BAD dental experiences, I am now at the point where I need to take Valium before anything is done. They had me wait until I'd signed the paperwork, so I wouldn't be impaired during signing. Fine. I signed, swallowed the pill and climbed into the chair to get the numbing injections that hurt like heck. Then comes the new age tech-NOT-logy part.
The dentist takes a shiny little shovel like instrument and proceeds to SHOVE it up in between my gum and the tooth, once or twice on all four sides of the tooth, in order to loosen it. He then took a shiny little pliers looking thing, grabbed a hold of my tooth and started pulling, wiggling, yanking, and tugging. HARD! He and the dental assistant both kept reassuring me that I was doing well as I arched up out of the chair and tried to find enough traction on the smooth leather seat to kick one of them in the head. I also tried to say something intelligent, like 'F$%@ YOU!', but with the shiny little pliers in my mouth and the haze of pain, I could only moan pitifully.
It would have been over at that point, but the tooth then broke, leaving all 3 roots still embedded in my head. Sir DDS (he might have downed a crock of Beowulf's mead at this point, not sure, I could have been hallucinating that part) then did the same new-age, shovel-shoving, tooth loosening technique on each of the 3 roots, grabbed each one and maliciously yanked each out, ALL of which, I swear, were conected to my EYEBALL and BRAINSTEM. I know there was 'gray matter' on the end of one root.
It's amazing, is it not, that a society so tooth technology stunted can continue to advance so rapidly in other areas?
Peace, love and light,
LaSal
Monday, October 13, 2008
In Memory Of Carl 'AskCarl' Weisbrod
Sadly, we paid final tribute to one of our own Sunday night. By 'one of our own', I mean as in talk show hosts. Carl, known on the talk show circuit as 'AskCarl' did a number of shows, and is best known for his ShoeString E-Commerce, which was his most active. His amazing website, chock full of information of all types, was the WDS Library.
He was smart, compassionate, funny, kind, sharing, and a seeker of knowledge. He knew so much stuff that it was mind boggling, and yet, he managed to ask more information of everyone he knew. I listened to those who paid tribute to him on Patti Serano's show last night, and each person had an example of how Carl was asking them for advice, or opinions, or information. He made each person feel special and important in some way. That takes a special person, and people that special should be important to each of us. There was never a talk show room that I entered, if he was there, that I didn't type in a narrative where I "roller-skated into him while holding a PB&J, knocking him into the corner". He'd always type back that he was "*sobbing". He's one of the few that didn't get annoyed by my redundancy, bless his soul.
He used to question me about what I did on my show, TOSS, because, he said in his mind, it was close to what he did as a psycho-therapist. He said it usually took a long time to discover things about people through therapy, and he was intrigued at what he called my 'leaps of intuition pinpointing what was happening with these folks'. He was also the first person, that I'm aware of, who died after having been involved with my show and what I do.
I didn't find out he'd died until more than a month after the fact. It shocked me and I took it harder than I would have expected. A couple days later though, I started looking around, I thought he might... you know... pop in to say, 'Hiya, LaSal', they way he used to in talkshoe rooms. If he did, I didn't see him.
A lot of people are going to miss him. God speed, Carl.
Peace, love and light,
LaSal
He was smart, compassionate, funny, kind, sharing, and a seeker of knowledge. He knew so much stuff that it was mind boggling, and yet, he managed to ask more information of everyone he knew. I listened to those who paid tribute to him on Patti Serano's show last night, and each person had an example of how Carl was asking them for advice, or opinions, or information. He made each person feel special and important in some way. That takes a special person, and people that special should be important to each of us. There was never a talk show room that I entered, if he was there, that I didn't type in a narrative where I "roller-skated into him while holding a PB&J, knocking him into the corner". He'd always type back that he was "*sobbing". He's one of the few that didn't get annoyed by my redundancy, bless his soul.
He used to question me about what I did on my show, TOSS, because, he said in his mind, it was close to what he did as a psycho-therapist. He said it usually took a long time to discover things about people through therapy, and he was intrigued at what he called my 'leaps of intuition pinpointing what was happening with these folks'. He was also the first person, that I'm aware of, who died after having been involved with my show and what I do.
I didn't find out he'd died until more than a month after the fact. It shocked me and I took it harder than I would have expected. A couple days later though, I started looking around, I thought he might... you know... pop in to say, 'Hiya, LaSal', they way he used to in talkshoe rooms. If he did, I didn't see him.
A lot of people are going to miss him. God speed, Carl.
Peace, love and light,
LaSal
Thursday, October 9, 2008
After The October Show
Hi Guys.
Welcome to the blogspot for The Other Side Speaks.
Since the show is only airing once a month now, I've decided to add in a blog. It's a way to learn what happens after the show, and between shows.
On the last show, October 1st, there was a reading for a woman involving a house and a driveway to the right with blue flowers located there. There was also a wooden chair up against a wall rather than at a table which she recognized as being in someone else's home. The person for whom this reading was apparently intended sent an email after the show explaining everything; it wasn't actually the woman who had the reading. The person is very private, and respecting that, I wouldn't post any details here, other than to say, 'Thank you for the email'.
Another woman had a reading which included a toy that turned, or went around, like a merry-go-round, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She spoke to relative after the show, and found out, it was, indeed, a toy merry-go-round. Hopefully she will be back on the November 5th show to talk about it.
That's an example of some of what goes on after the show. There are a lot of emails, and I can't always get to them all, but I'll keep trying. Please remember, if you've emailed me for a reading, and I don't get back to you, COME TO THE SHOW!
The show airs the first Wednesday of every month, at 7PM eastern time. All the info is on the talkshoe site, and on my website. You can listen to any of the past shows there, and/or download them directly from iTunes.
'The Other Side Speaks' on Talkshoe.com
PsychicEyes
Peace, love and light,
LaSal
Welcome to the blogspot for The Other Side Speaks.
Since the show is only airing once a month now, I've decided to add in a blog. It's a way to learn what happens after the show, and between shows.
On the last show, October 1st, there was a reading for a woman involving a house and a driveway to the right with blue flowers located there. There was also a wooden chair up against a wall rather than at a table which she recognized as being in someone else's home. The person for whom this reading was apparently intended sent an email after the show explaining everything; it wasn't actually the woman who had the reading. The person is very private, and respecting that, I wouldn't post any details here, other than to say, 'Thank you for the email'.
Another woman had a reading which included a toy that turned, or went around, like a merry-go-round, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She spoke to relative after the show, and found out, it was, indeed, a toy merry-go-round. Hopefully she will be back on the November 5th show to talk about it.
That's an example of some of what goes on after the show. There are a lot of emails, and I can't always get to them all, but I'll keep trying. Please remember, if you've emailed me for a reading, and I don't get back to you, COME TO THE SHOW!
The show airs the first Wednesday of every month, at 7PM eastern time. All the info is on the talkshoe site, and on my website. You can listen to any of the past shows there, and/or download them directly from iTunes.
'The Other Side Speaks' on Talkshoe.com
PsychicEyes
Peace, love and light,
LaSal
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