Back to the Supernatural

For nearly a month I have had no supernatural encounters. Then last night something twinkled into my consciousness - a silent, subtle keep it to yourself until you are instructed to share, then you will have your experiences again. I purposed in my heart to do just that, and this morning something happened. I did not share it all day, although I wanted to, and tonight I have been given the go-ahead by that little voice inside to type it here and share it with my mother tomorrow. Here is what happened:

I had just let my cat Greystoke out as I do every morning around 5am, before crawling back into bed for another hour or two. I was snuggling into the pillows when I heard my bedroom door open and the sound of rustling papers, as someone tiptoed across my lyrics strewn bedroom floor. I knew it couldn’t be Greystoke since I had just put him out, so I called out “mom?” but heard no answer back. As the presence moved toward me on the bed, I recognized it was my sister, Mary-Catherine. As she drew near, I began to feel a now-familiar sensation of tingling in my hands. My head began to whir with a kind of electric energy, and I felt my limbs becoming lighter, weightless. I knew I was entering into an astral state.

We communicated telepathically, my sister and I, as the tingling wave of electricity and accompanying lightness spread over my entire being. I asked Mary if she was okay. She said she was. I told her I knew she was in a dark place, and she emoted back in soothing tones, “only a little while longer.” I asked her what happened to her, why was she doing this stuff to herself? My mind flung questions at her but the bedroom seemed to melt away as the vision carried us off together…

We are at grandma Bettie and grandpa Chuck’s house. It is dark. I hold a package of four or five small, clear night light bulbs, about 2.5 inches in length. I peel open the package, pulling a single bulb out from beneath the snug plastic covering, and plug it into an electrical socket in the middle bedroom. The room lights up. There is no one in the room and I get the feeling that the house is empty. I move down the hallway, through rooms and past the kitchen to a place where there is no carpet, just red square tiles that feel cold and smooth on my bare toes. The thick scent of hibiscus hangs in the warm night air.

“Why are we here?” I ask, looking down at the remainder of the package of light bulbs in my hands.

I feel Mary’s presence beside me. “We’re going somewhere else,” her consciousness replies.

Suddenly we’re standing outside a fast food restaurant like a Burger King or Jack in the Box. It’s morning time, and she’s going in to order breakfast. There’s a sense of acknowledgment that the food is not good for her, but this is somewhere in the past and she is going to show me something.

A mother and her baby sit at a small two-person table against one of the glass windowed walls, near a corner where a TV is mounted. Mary climbs up on one of the chairs to turn off/up/down (?) the television set and slips ungracefully on her way down. The woman gasps. Mary has almost knocked her baby down.

I look at the baby, who is very small and looks only 6 or 7 months old, and see that the mother has perched her precariously on the edge of the little table, sitting up by herself with no high chair or anything to hold her up. Mary seems un-phased, but just so she isn’t embarrassed I say, “What does she expect, leaving the baby on the edge of the table like that?”

This is not about the baby, Mary tells me. She leads me out of the restaurant and I see an area with a picnic table and yellow grass and I get the feeling that dad used to go here. Wait, Mary used to go here. It started in high school. Are we in Eagle Point then? Shady Cove? I’m trying to put a name to the location, but I get the sense that the impression Mary’s showing me is of a spiritual place not a physical one.

She leads me to a giant tree and we enter into it. There is a room inside, filled with old toys - some are even valuable antiques. There are frozen moments in time suspended in the air like flat rectangles of projected holograms. They show high school. People are making fun of her. There are bad thoughts. Sexual perversions.

I become aware of the whirring of a vacuum cleaner and the sound of grinding coffee beans. I get up and walk into the kitchen where I tell my mother that I dreamed about Mary. She exclaims, “look what I just found,” and shows me a video camera with a home movie in it. She plays the movie and it appears to be of a high school presentation. Someone is playing the piano and it sounds very good. I realize it is Mary. Suddenly she hits a wrong note and she just stops.

“She hit a wrong note,” says mom.

Then something started happening. Violent shaking, like an earthquake. We tumble over and over.

“What just happened?” I ask. “It felt like a car crash.”

Suddenly mom and the kitchen melt away and I’m standing in a science laboratory where there are three semi-identical science experiments in various states of incarnation. Each experiment was contained in a glass case with a metal rod at the center. Upon each metal rod was a lump of strange material - like flesh colored clay - formed into a ball. Round about each metal rod and lump of clay swirled billions of brilliant, glittering tiny phosphorescent stars. I cannot begin to describe the brilliance of these stars!

The lump of material in one of the experiments had already formed a beautiful face. The other lumps had not yet begun to take on form, but in all three experiments the stars were swirling around and around. The power of God was at work. Changes were happening at the subatomic level. Chemical reactions. Creation.

Instantly I was flooded with the understanding that these were the souls of the three children - Christine, Mary, Charles. I was the one whose face had begun to take form, although I was not yet complete. While the other two experiments appeared as only lumps of clay on metal rods, the twinkling spirals of tiny glinting green and purple stars swirled around them with a profoundly magical energy. By this force, under natural laws, their creation had been set in motion. Though a cosmic mystery, they were in the process of taking shape.

Belly Dancing

Oh my gosh, I had so much FUN tonight! I just got home from my very first belly dancing class (!!!) where I indulged my inner gypsy goddess for a good hour and 1/2 in bare feet, a jingly hip belt, and a long flowy veil. It was awesome! The music was fantastic - so exotic and sensual and percussive - and as a musician, my innate connection to the music made it easy for me to let go and allow the rhythm of the dance to take over me. I just closed my eyes and let the sound move my body, if you can imagine that, until I was swept away in the motion and movement of the dance. WOW, It was seriously awesome! I found that even the hard stuff was fun to work through because of how deeply ingrained in me that connection to the music is. Plus, my teacher is great - she’s hot too, like a sinfully voluptuous Princess Jasmine - and she was fearlessly hands on, guiding my hips the way they were supposed to go until I got the hang of it myself. *blush* I really learned a lot of things, the least of which is that you don’t actually need a belly to belly dance. Just a swively pair of hips, a good sense of rhythm, and a sexy snakelike posture. Hey, I surprised myself when I discovered that I’m a natural shimmy-er, hehe! Whooda thunk it? Aaanyway, I can’t wait for the next lesson. I’ll be looking forward to it all week!!! :) xo

Supernatural Lucid Dreams

Yahoo! March 25th was my birthday, everybody! Another year goes by, just like that. Amaaazing. At least I like my numbers: 3/25. Nice and odd, just like me, hehe. :) Well, I hope you like the new blog I just started - and more important, the NEW ME! I feel like I’m anointed with supernatural powers these days, since I’ve written something like 77 new songs in the past six months, and I’ve been having the most unbelievable lucid dreams every night. And I’m not talking about vivid dreams, but fully conscious out of body experiences.

Since you’ve been patrons of my art and admirers of my imagination, I don’t mind sharing some of my experiences with you, since this is where my inspiration comes from. But first I should mention that these are not your typical, run of the mill nighttime musings. Before you wonder, no I do not have any sleep disorders, nor do I suffer from sleep paralysis or night terrors, nor do I have a defect in the part of my brain that regulates sleep and awake. That being said, here is an example of one of my most recent experiences… one I will never forget.

It happened one evening near the end of January when I was laying in bed talking to God. Earlier in the day I had asked Him to please give me a spiritual experience, like the prophets of old, and as I lay there in bed that evening, I continued praying that I would be shown the spirit realm if it was the will of God. I was still praying when I heard a voice say to me, “Look towards the door.”

I turned my head to the right and watched as my bedroom door silently opened and a small dark personage about three feet tall moved slowly into my room, without any visible stride, as though it was on one of those people conveyor belts at the airport. I immediately recognized that I felt no fear, but wondered momentarily if this was an alien and what was going to happen to me now.

I didn’t move a muscle but continued to look right at this small being as it made its way to the side of my bed. In the dim light of the room, I could see plainly that it did not appear to look like an alien, but like the shadow of a small child. I noted that I could make out no facial features; no eyes, no nose, no mouth.

As the creature stood before me - even as soon as it reached my bedside - through the door came something behind it, like a huge pipe coming down and out of the ceiling, at least two feet in diameter. The pipe followed the path of the small creature until it came to rest immediately above me. As I lay there, intentionally not moving lest I disturb the vision in any way, I began to rise up out of the bed and towards the ceiling. I realized the pipe was sucking me out of my physical body, like a straw, and completely without fear, I remained still and savored the experience of rising through the room.

Once I passed through the ceiling, I was immediately in a roller coaster with my brother. I looked to the left and right and saw images of wars and other earthly things projected onto the blank vastness on either side of the coaster track……………………… lots of other things happened, too, and I could certainly go on if I wanted, but the actual vision itself is something I cherish as a deeply personal spiritual experience, and I guess I just don’t feel like sharing it with the whole world, lol. Sorry. ;)

But for the record, I’ve had a whole lot of experiences very much like the one I just described - only minus the part about the little faceless being and the pipe (I actually call it a straw not a pipe; I only used the word pipe before to paint a picture for you, so you could see it in your mind’s eye). In fact, the only reason I hold this as the most “amazing” experience I’ve had lately is simply because of the being and the straw. I’d never seen those before, and so far, I haven’t seen them again. But I’ve been hoping!

Most of the time when I have lucid dreams (which I’ve been having a few times a week without fail) I hear and feel the sound of the wind right before my body begins vibrating very rapidly. Then I’ll either fall out of my body, like free falling from an airplane, or I will rise up and out of my body, into the lucid dreamscape. And I am conscious and aware the whole that it is a vision coming upon me. In other words, I’m not falling asleep and dreaming, I’m going from a fully conscious state of being awake to a fully conscious state of seeing a vision.

Other times, I feel the vibrations of my body, and I’ll feel someone crawling up onto the bed where I am. The sense of a presence is very real, and it used to scare the living daylights out of me, to the point where I would jump out of bed screaming “help, help!” and the experience would dissipate. But while reading ancient Hebrew scriptures, I realized that the prophets were often fearful when they encountered beings in the spirit realm, so I stopped fearing and let the visions carry me off.

I know some people can’t relate to this at all, and that’s okay. But for me, spiritually, it’s a large part of my identity. As a child, I had visions while awake and prophetic dreams while asleep, so this is nothing new to me. However, once I got to college, I succumbed to the delusions of the age, and my spiritual eyes were blinded to the Truth. Although my mind was on continual download, I was not dreaming and having experiences like I did as a child and like I do now… until I got up to Oregon.

Anyway, I’m just glad to be back to my old self! :) xo

Outta L.A.

So what’s new, you ask? Well, for starters, a few months ago I moved my studio out of Los Angeles and up to Oregon where I’m writing the last few songs for my new album. It’s beautiful here, and something about the country air must be good for my soul because I feel like a kid again, and I’m happier and more inspired than I’ve been in ages. I’ve been consistently turning out the most supernaturally inspired songs of my life, and I’ve grown so much as a singer since I made Live Summer Session that I can’t wait to finish this record just so you all can hear the voice that comes out of me now! ~*grin*~ I’ll be returning to L.A. in just a few months to record at my friend Gregg Karukas’ Nightowl Studios. I’m incredibly grateful to be working with someone like Gregg, and I feel really blessed that so many people like what I’m doing. In the meantime, please support me by picking up a copy of Live Summer Session from my website. xo

Hello world!

At last, a real blog! I think this will be a whole lot easier for me to keep up with than the NOTES section of my website. Plus, people can leave comments - how cool is that? Just like a diary and forum in one! I’ll do my best to keep things up to date, so people can stop sending me those “Oh my gosh, are you still alive? What happened to you?” letters that so warm my heart. ;) Truthfully, I love all the fan mail I get. Seems like there’s never enough time for me to read and respond to everything that comes in, but it really means a lot to me that people care so much. And just to set the record straight, I am very much alive and well. The reason you haven’t heard from me in a while is because I’ve been super focused on my art. I’ve written some of the best music of my life, and I’ve dramatically improved my voice so that I can sing as well as I play the piano now! Yeah! :) As you will eventually realize, I am an artist - not a fame whore. I do what I do out of passion, not the desperate need for attention that seems to drive so many into the so-called entertainment business. I spend my life hunting down the most evocative experiences possible to spin into song, and that is what my life is all about, capturing a feeling and preserving it like emotional photography in sound. I don’t come up for air often, but when I do, it is always worth the wait. I know you’ve been waiting for the new music, and I’m happy to say it is going to be here soon. I’ve written so many songs, it looks like I have about three albums to record for you… so lucky for you I record everything live in one take. You’re gonna have a bunch of new Christine Anderson records to listen to. Very soon. :D