The Magic Box, Writing And Twitter!

I'd like to thank everyone who emailed me about the web design help. I've got it covered now. I appreciate your willingness to help out.

In regards to the Magic Box - I'm not sure how much more there is to say over and beyond what I talked about in the podcast. But in case you didn't listen to it....

The Magic Box deals with The Law of Attraction, your desires, faith and emotions. It's endless on what the box can bring you. The only limit is put by yourself or others around you. This is why it is important to keep what you are manifesting to yourself.

You can have as many different things in the box at the same time.

To make/use your own Magic Box:

1) Get a box with a lid.

2) Write your name on the outside of the box.

3) Write on a piece of paper what it is you desire in your life. Be as specific as you can. You can also clip items from a magazine, newspaper or catalog of what it is you desire. If you're desiring a certain person in your life, be as specific as you can on this also - list as many traits as you can.

4) Next loo at your item you are desiring and start feeling as if the item, person or object is already in your life Put out as many thoughts in a row of what it feels like having this in your life. You should do this from between 30 seconds to 5 minutes without interruption. The more you can focus the more the universe will start matching up like things to your thoughts and start the creation process.

5) Place the above item into your Magic Box and say with great emotion and faith - "Whatever is contained in this box is".

6) Each day or whenever possible open your box and repeat steps 2 & 3. You can also do this when you are not near the box by simply tapping into your imagination.

PS: Be aware that the universe may not deliver the item you are looking for exactly the way you wanted it or when. It is p to you to realize when it does manifest though and be grateful for everything. This helps keep your emotional level up and helps in the creation process.

Thanks to Susan and Jack from A1 Aura Photo (http://www.a1aura.com/) for the information on the Magic Box!

I started to use my magic box this week - I'm optimistic!

Many of you have sent me emails - I am so far behind that it is not even close to being a laughing matter. It doesn't look to get any better either. So breathe deep:)

I can't believe I'll be 42 in just over a week. Where does the time go?

I'm also surprised how many people are following me via Twitter: http://twitter.com/gypsyadvice
I'm such a geek that I keep forgetting I have the darn thing!

Will and Vincent have continued to be in my energy this week. Michael is also around, but has stepped back. No idea what has happened to Bill & Ted.

Working on the horror flick is proving to be a challenge. I can't get the opening the way I want it - and if I can't see in my mind how it starts & how it ends before I write - then I'm in trouble. What is the scariest opening (like the 1st 5 min) in a horror flick that you've seen? SCREAM? NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET? And why did you think it was scary?

Now that I'm thinking about scary stuff I'm going to head to bed. Just great!

Have a good evening!

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie :)

My Mouth, No News Yet And Manifestation!

My mouth is killing me. Seriously. My mouth feels like it's inhabited by a canker sore convention on a wild ride. The stupid thing here is that the granddaddy of them all (it's huge) on my upper left gum, I didn't realize I had until the other day. How can you not know that this huge ouch is on your gum? I don't know how stuff like this happens. But I am determined to make them all go away. A truck load of Vit C, focused healing energy and salt. Oh yeah, I put the salt right in there. Hurts like hell - but it always works.

Besides -- it has to go away so I can tell you my big news on Friday. Yes you have to wait to Friday. And it's not: a new man, meeting a soul cluster member or selling a script.

On the way home from MI over the weekend, had a scary trip. I have a hard time seeing at night - and if it rains, forget it. Well last night it was dark (obviously), raining hard and my brakes were failing. I had enough brake left to get to MI and I thought home as well. On the turnpike I had warning lights going off all over the place. I was so thankful I didn't have my son with me. I called in every angel, spirit guide and deceased relative I had. I made it back - no accidents. Needless to say, I was very thankful. The brakes are getting fixed on Thursday.

My friends that I was with in MI are determined that I have a love life. They didn't mince any words (nor would I ever expect them too). So that's what I'm going to try to do. I told Michelle that there was a neighbor that I was interested in -- now I have a deadline of Friday to ask him out for coffee. You know the neighbor I'm talking about - Mike. What else was said? Oh - that OBE had to be put on the back burner. It's my safety net and because of it - I've put relationships on the back burner. Plus I have to lower the thick, tall walls I've put around me. I can't promise anything - but I'm going to try. I'll use my magic box from Jack & Susan to help out.

Speaking of which (the magic box) I need to manifest a web designer who can do an easy project (at least I think) for me in exchange for free advertising. I'm putting the intention out there. If you're interested, email me.

I'm in an ABBA mood today. Not exactly sure what spurred this on.

BT is on hold for now. I'm just not inspired right now. Even if I did get the script where it needs to be - no one will touch it until I have made a name for myself. In order to do that I have to write a flick that is commercial and cheap to make - AKA a horror film. So I'm back to Bloody Mary. The outline is going well. I'm only working on this script during the day - it freaks me out to much.

Off to make dinner!

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie :)

812, Ted And Positive Thinking!

812. That's the number I keep seeing in the morning. Last Wed and then yesterday and today, I would walk into my bedroom after my shower - that's what time it was: 8:12. So I looked it up to see what it may mean and this is what I found: Continue your affirmations for abundance, as they're making your dreams a reality. Keep believing in miracles.

Works for me. As I mentioned yesterday I am working hard on thought control -- and I'm doing really well with it. If any negative thoughts pop in my head I am able to pop them right back out. And I feel really good now - the energy around me is very positive and productive.

Several months ago (sometime in the spring) I was reading an article about a guy who started a business. It seemed like a good business and I had a vibe that it would do well for him if he really put the time into it. More than that, I felt that this guy was a all-over good guy and I thought to myself -- I hope I can meet someone like him! Well -- I did just that. Actually - I met him, the guy from the article. He feels to be a nice person - kind and genuine. Who knows if this will develop to anything past friendship, but he's a good person. So I hope to keep him in my life regardless if he's a romantic interest or not. And before you ask - yes, he has read this blog -- and all of the other blogs too. He does have an open mind -- and I did tell him to ask any questions he wants, I'll answer. It should be an interesting chat. At least he lives here, in Wooster. I don't have to drive 30+ minutes to get to him.

I've noticed that when I do practice positive thought control, I am blessed with meeting new people. I'm always blessed with meeting new people, but the people I meet when I'm positive seem to reflect me (as like attracts like) so it's a great exchange of communications. I'm surprised though on how many people I meet on MySpace. I do not have a lot of extra time to email or keep up correspondence of any kind, yet people still find me on MySpace. Amazing.

Brigit came to see me today during a brief mediation that I did. She welcomed me and asked me to follow her. I did and she pointed to a large round window and told me to watch. I went up to it and I could see Ted throwing things out. Boxes of stuff with items just haphazardly thrown into it. The house was a mess. It looked like a hell of a fight went on recently. He had his back to me throwing stuff in a box. He stopped, rubbed his lower back, stood up straight and turned around. That's when I saw his face. It looked like someone threw something heavy at his left cheek. It was swollen and black and blue. He had a cut on his forehead - over his right eye brow. His eyes were blood shot and he just looked a bloody mess. I placed my hands on the glass and leaned. He turned right towards me. He didn't see me - but he kept staring in my direction. Brigit said - he senses your presence. Tears trickled down Ted's face. He stopped looking at my direction, wiped his tears, took a deep breath and took a box out of the room.

I looked at Brigit who said - he's finally had enough. He sweeping out the old to usher in a new life. He has felt your light and it has healed him. Don't give up on Ted -- he's never been at a lower spot and you are the only person who can get him through it. His soul feeds off of your soul - but not in a harmful way. Keep positive and not only will your life alter, but so will his. Never lose sight of the end result, It can be too easy to get lost in the what if's and the details. You're going in the right direction. You all are.

And that was that.

It is good to hear that Ted is getting things straightened out. He's long overdue for a fresh start. Fingers crossed that this new start doesn't land him in a bigger hole - I'll remain positive that it won't:)

Will is always close by my side. I can hear his voice acting like my muse. I'm grateful that we've been able to shift his powerhouse of energy into creative workings instead of only telepathic & dream sex. It makes my days much more productive.

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie :)

Ted, Thoughts And Energy!

Time again for the hunt for Alison Ashby. Seems the promo's for my Pillow Talk on the L Word is gathering steam. Tonight's topic - BDSM. Ought to be an interesting chat indeed! If you've ever wondered how to join me for this free chat, it's free to join The L Word in the virtual world Second Life. Click here to register and download the software: http://lword.sheeplabs.com/cgi-bin/sl_register_user.pl you can find me at the amphitheatre at 10:00 pm EST/7:00 pm SL (second life).

Waiting for the school to call me -- maybe they won't but I bet they probably should of. Why? Because my son went to school with a headache. When this happens - he has an 85% chance of getting the flu. Happens like clockwork. So we'll see if he's in that 15% today:) (I wrote this all this morning. He came home from school fine, but his eyes tell me that he is coming down with something)

By nature I am not an aggressive person. I get mad - blow it off and that's that. If you've done me wrong or my family wrong, I have a very hard time though with forgiveness. But being angry and being aggressive although they can be one in the same, can be separate. I'm working hard to separate them when it deals with my ex. If he invades my thoughts at all, it spikes my blood pressure and alters my mood for the worse. So I have been practicing a ton of thought control over the last week - especially over the weekend. He told our son that he'd see him and then didn't bother to show up or call. My poor son, he doesn't know why his dad does this. I can't tell him because dad is a selfish ass. So I try to divert his attention and it works for awhile - but I can still tell he's sad. So a part of me would like to bash in my ex's head with a baseball bat - the other part of me wishes he would fall off the face of the Earth and explode. Because if you're going to fall of the face of the earth, you might as well do it with style. SIGH. So I push out those thoughts when they crop up and insert thoughts that make me happy:)

Back to the whole thought thing though. I am amazed at how my thoughts shift my energy. When I think about the ex - I can feel my energy shrink and get negative. I can then feel my body getting sick, feels wore down - etc... as soon as I shift it to say Will, my energy immediately shifts to a very positive feel and if I'm ill, I can feel the illness dissipate. When I think about debts - the energy gets all funky like it does it with ex - think about having enough money to pay bills, get an RV and etc....the energy shifts to positive. When the energy around me is positive, I attract good things, more work and give more accurate readings than when my energy is all ratty and blah. Depending on my energy is when I attract certain clients to me - positive energy brings positive clients and positive people into my life.

The way mind and energy works together is a wondrous thing.

I had a dream visit with Ted the other night. We were at -- what else but a party -- and he was chain smoking up a storm - pacing back and forth, one cig after another. He had on a gray hoodie and blue jeans, tennis shoes. I really remember the dull gray as it made his deep green eyes really stand out. . Someone told me that he liked a 13 year old girl -- which I thought was way gross - so I went to talk to him about it. Said that person was mistaken and that he had a daughter who was 13 and looks just like a little woman and it freaks him out. He goes on to say that he has always liked women who are 10 - 20 years younger than him. He said - you almost fit in that age bracket. For the life of me I couldn't remember his age. I kept calling him 45 - but I knew I was 40 and that didn't make sense. Then it dawned on me that he was 48. I grabbed him by the shoulders and drew his face to mine. I told him that I had been looking for an excuse to work out -- maybe he can be my excuse. His eyes lit up -- he said -- that would work you know. That would get you in. I said - it would? He's like hell ya it would. My thought - what a superficial ass. But he had been acting like an ass now for weeks.

I sat down at a long table - he was to sit across form me and we were going to play a game of cards. But he stood against the wall chain smoking. I looked at the guy he was to sit next to and that guy was a non smoker - I think that most of the people at the table were one. So I jerked my head to the left saying - come on -- sit. And he did. But he took the smoke and exhaled it right in that guys face. I said -- that does it. You are a fucking ass and I'm done. I woke myself up.

Now - is there any reason for him to act like an ass? No. But lately that is how he is acting. I wonder where the sweet man went? And I wonder what will make him come back? I think he needs some more light sent to him.

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie :)

Happy Anniversary, Telepathic Sex and Apophyllite!

Will and I driving with the top down on a white 1957 T-Bird with a red interior. The road is curvy and takes my tummy by surprise. One side of the road hugs the tall cliffs while the other side gives us a great view of the ocean. No idea what coast we are on. The sun is shinning, traffic is light and an immerse feeling of happiness flows trough my veins. That is how I woke up last night after one of my dream visits with Will - such happiness. I went back to sleep and wound up in a Jeep Wrangler (soft top - top down) with Bill at the wheel. Two people were in the back seat - I think one was my son and the other was a younger girl. We turned a corner and I felt the Jeep's frame shift. Bill and I looked at each other like - oh no. We stopped the Jeep at the end of this road - where what was in front of us was a bridge without a floor. There was nothing to drive on. The bridge's structure though, was this massive stone and cement thing. It was so massive! I knew that somewhere, a person had to flip a switch so that the floor of the bridge would come out from the side of the mountain we were on -- and once that happened we could cross. We were up high - really high - and I could see a fast moving river below. Bill asked me if he should gun it? The floor started to come out from the mountain side. One of the kids yelled - they're coming. Bill floored it and we were airborne. I woke myself up before I found out if we landed on the bridge or continued down into the river. When I woke up it still felt like my tummy was going down the 1st hill of a roller coaster! Bill and I weren't frightened in this dream - but there was a sense of urgency.

I've gotten that a lot as of late - an urgency to physically meet. This feel comes from all 3 men. But Will has really been pushing it today. Our telepathic connection is really strong right now - has been for the last 48 hours. When I am working or doing something that doesn't involve those three - Will pushes back into my mind. He keeps telling me not to forget. I assure him like I always do - that I haven't forgotten. With this telepathic connection - telepathic sex has been intertwined to my day today. As your mind is your largest sex organ, telepathic sex is such a unique way to have an orgasm. Granted - it's not as volcanic as astral sex or as surreal as dream sex -- but it is as equally as pleasing. It's very easy to be in the midst of telepathic sex and it merges into a day dream as it is difficult if not impossible to see the images of sexual intimacy in your mind's eye as those same images translate to an ethereal feel all over your body. So if during telepathic sex your nipples are being teased into a harden temple - it is almost a sure given that in your physical body your nipple is going to get hard. You know how with the law of attraction your thoughts & emotions (AKA your mind) creates your reality -- well it is the exact same thing with telepathic sex. This is also why that if you climax during telepathic sex, your body is going to respond in the physical sense. Unlike astral or dream sex - telepathic sex your conscious mind is still housed in your physical body -- so this sexual act can feel so much more real than astral or dream sex. And besides - all of your bodies (physical, emotional, astral, mental etc..) are all together so it is much easier to recall telepathic sex than astral or dream sex.

And man, Will keeps telepathically kissing my neck. I have to force myself not to think about sex. Because if I do - I can grab onto that telepathic connection and not get a damn thing done today except having telepathic sex:) Of course - it would be a fine way to spend the day if I didn't have a poop load of work to do:)

But -- one more thing about sex -- the astral/dream/telepathic sex idea I have for the book and web page are coming along very nice:) I have a name for the book and an outline is almost done:)

Before I go any further -- I want to say - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ALLIE'S TWO CENTS! Whoo Hoo! It's been 2 years now and it's been such a trip in the last 24 months - hasn't it? I've learned so much and I'm learning more and more every day. I hope that by me bring my experiences to light that I am helping some of you realize that if you too experience what I do that you are not alone and certainly not crazy! If you do not experience any of what have -- maybe, just maybe what I write about can help you think outside the box. Thank you for being a part of my life -- I appreciate YOU!

Now -- back to business -- I have a piece of Apophyllite (one of the naturally shaped pyramids) taped to my third eye. I decided to give it a try since I have heard so many wonderful things about this stone spirit that I've had in my care for over a year. It is supposed to help with astral travel to consciously remember what has happened with little or no effort - it creates a bond between the physical and spiritual worlds, enhances clairvoyance, energy and dream recall. It feels very strange in the middle of my forehead. I can feel a tingling, but that sense is from deep within my skull. I can't feel anything on the surface, it's all inside. Since I have placed it there - I keep getting flash visions of my past life as Cleopatra. I can see myself in the Library at Alexandria writing that dang scroll. I still cannot tell what I am writing - but this time I can sense it has to do with some sort of art. But it's not art as in painting -- it's more of a sexual art - something like Tantra? I'm not sure this makes sense. It is an act that has only been taught to the elders or royalty of Egypt -- it is a form of sexual magic, a form of merging oneself with the higher conscious of the Divine. I can't type the symbols I see and we know how sucky my drawing is.....

I'm not sure why it is being written down and why is she/I doing this? It's all very sketchy..but it definitely has to do with sexual magic. I just don't understand why I keep seeing art. I wonder if it is written anywhere in the history books that Cleopatra would ask her male and female servants to sexual please her when no other royalty or a partner was around? She would school her servants into the art of the sexual magic by having them take part in rituals. I can see jugs of water, flowers, oils....incenses/herbs burning. Jasmine maybe? The ruby sphere is present everywhere. Wow -- it's intense.

Okay - that was enough - I took the Apophyllite off of my third eye.

So - when I was Joan of Arc - sex and clairvoyance -- major stuff....as Cleopatra - sex and clairvoyance and magic -- major stuff....as Allie - sex and clairvoyance and magic -- major stuff. Interesting....very interesting.....

Again - thank you so much for being with me over the last 2 years -- here's to the next 2 years!!

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie :)

The Secret, Dream Visits And Validation!

About a month or so ago I asked my Goddess Brigit, if I could have some sort of validation for what I see or what I do. On any subject I asked - just something, somewhere so that I know I'm on the right path. Well, ask and you shall receive...

I have been telling my clients for over 20 years how important thought is to their lives. You are what you think -- your reality is created by your thoughts. For those of you who have been reading this blog for awhile, you know how many times I have said this. This is one of the major reasons I stopped casting spells for people and wrote my Gypsy Magic books - their energy (because of their thought process) was the most important energy for the spell to work. So why pay someone else to do a spell when the most important part is you?

Just a couple of weeks ago I got blasted by a client of mine when I tried to explain that if she changed the way she would think, then she would change the way her life is evolving. After letting me know that I was full of more shit then she just dumped into her toilet ( I know, nice visual huh?).....I saw that Oprah show about "The Secret". What is that secret you ask??? Well if you don't know by now it is the law of attraction - you are what you think! HA! Validation -- I did the happy dance. I have been right all these years -- I have been telling people the right things.....I was so happy to know that I was on the right path. Granted - there is nothing in "The Secret" that was news to me -- nadda - zip. It was the validation that made me so happy and the fact that Oprah believed it made it that much more sweet.

Long readers of this blog will also know my tales of dream visits. I have been dream walking and visiting others and the deceased in dreams for as long as I can remember - all the way back to age 4. This little bit about me has been very hard to convince others that this is possible - that I can do this and I know so can they. Out of the hundreds of books I own and the thousands that I've sifted through - there has not been one book to validate what I experience. No way for me to show someone else that it is not all in my mind. You know me with things -- I am a skeptical person until I can some how prove a point to myself or to someone else. I never take anything at face value.

So imagine my complete and utter delight when I came across a book called - Psychic Dreamwalking! Here it is - a book that produces proof that I am not the only one. What the author, Michelle Belanger, wrote is not new to me - none of it. In fact - it is almost word for word what I go through -- what I have been going through my entire life. But it's the validation -- the knowledge that all of my dream visits have not been in my head. That there is a difference between a normal dream and a dream visit - that other people do create a dream altar (I think Michelle called it a dream haven)....it is such a blessed relief. And one of the nicest things -- she lives maybe 30 minutes from me. Can you believe that?

I'm just beside myself. I asked for some validation -- and by Goddess, Brigit gave it to me.

I'm a happy camper I am.

I'll post another entry later about the dream visit I had that turned into some astral travel. What a night I had!

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie ;)