Celestial Mystery Solved!

stock-photo-advanced-calculus-on-whiteboard-128806753I’ll be honest, life has kicked the shit out of me more often than I’d like to think about.


  • I survived an abusive childhood

 Wrote a book about it but it didn’t fit with my catalogue so I pulled it until and unless I can figure out where it belongs.

  • I attended a Catholic school with sadomasochistic nuns

But managed to form a strong faith and spiritual bond with God in spite of it all.

  • Suffered a brain hemorrhage that left me dead 3 times, blind, paralyzed, and in a coma

Wrote a book about that, too 

Though I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the Metatron’s Army Series, it, too, has come with challenges.

It’s where imagination gets a little closer to the real than most of my other work which is saying a lot given I’m a psychic and talk with ghosts. Hey, they say write what you know, right? 

I now understand some of the method to the madness.

Like so much else in my life, it is colored by paranormal overtones.

As I write in After Here, I had a rather startling experience while sitting in geometry class.

A lot of information that I was shown/told during the NDE suddenly flashed in front of me, cascading in rapidly, which is an interesting experience to have when you’re supposed to be listening to boring theorems.  Worse when the information you get shows you where Euclid got it wrong.

I tried talking to my geometry teacher about it but she smiled at me condescendingly and told me she was just sure I misunderstood.  After all, Euclid couldn’t possibly be wrong.

And the atom couldn’t possibly be split.

I went home and began scribbling equations I’d seen in the vision.  The very first person I showed them to was a good friend who was brilliant in math.

He’s at NASA now.

He admitted they went over his head but suggested I talk to our physics teacher.

Who listened and talked through everything he knew about big bang theory. 

 I talked to my pre-calc teacher.

He pointed me back at my physics teacher after explaining that scientists and mathematicians can interpret equations differently.

Unfortunately, my efforts were derailed.

Life sucker punched me again. 

In college, I talked with my calculus teacher and my ME teacher about the equations.

Both told me I was on the right track and pointed me at other resources.

I spoke to a coworker from ECD where I’d interned, who suggested I write it into a report and o send it to him.

I showed it to a professor who used it to teach one of his classes.  Unfortunately, my former colleague passed away before I could get it to him.  And life kicked me down – again.

In the ensuing years I continued to work on trying to understand the equations.

And I kept getting derailed by shitty life events.  One would think life was conspiring to keep me from solving them.

Otherworldly Help.  As I talk about in a Spooky Fun video, while visiting Vegas to escape the brutal April Colorado cold, I met up with a rather charismatic ghost.

Who is intelligent, sweet, and perhaps best of all, very willing to help me in all things EMF.

One evening in Fort Collins, while discussing the equations with my EE husband, who is also brilliant in math, ET appeared.  To my surprise and delight, he offered insight into the science behind the whole of it.

Just as I talk about in another Spooky Fun video, he gave me information but not the answer.  I would have to work that out for myself.

I set everything into a file, making a note to examine it later.

When life wasn’t as chaotic.  By the time I was working on the Metatron’s Army Series, it was looking like that would be never.

About a month and a half ago I was pulled into spirit school – during the day.

I write about what I call spirit school in After Here.  It is the inspiration for Christine’s Energy School.

This is actually the second time I was pulled into spirit school while awake.

Both after starting the Metatron’s Army Series.

The Celestial being who was with me pointed to a chalk board upon which the equation had been written in white chalk.

The board was an old-fashioned green chalkboard.

I was “told” it was time for me to solve it.

As I studied it I began to understand it – and to solve it.

The key was the function symbol and the first few symbols that followed it.  As I continued to work on it, the Celestial being waiting not so patiently as I did so (even as he tried to help me), the symbols began to transform into their solved parts.

Kind of disorienting.

I had to get back to it – the reality that is my life – and the guide apparently had other things to do – so we parted ways.

But not before he ordered me to solve the equation.

I’d gotten enough success that I felt confident I’d be able to.  Someday.

I sure as hell wasn’t about to invite more chaos into my life by actually “trying” to do it.

I immediately talked to Aaron about it.

Interrupted whatever he was working on.

I recounted the specific times in the past twenty years that I’d tried to solve the thing, explaining that every damned time I’d tried working on it, something nasty got me off track.

Interestingly, I came to see that the same three individuals played a role in that derailing – either directly or indirectly.

He discussed the mathematics with me, falling back on calculus basics, after which I tucked the knowledge away and got back to life.

And let him get back to work.

Otherworldly Help 2.  In a previous post I wrote how a Celestial being appeared to me at the onset of the story development, spending an entire afternoon discussing an aspect of the story.

The white mist.

About five months ago, one of the [ghost] Crew who comes and goes joined me as I was taking a break from writing to explain a different yet related aspect of this medium.

He explained that one of the reasons it’s so easy for Celestial beings to communicate with me is because, having been on “the other side” I have the ability to understand both worlds. 

After listening, I said, “So, it’s as if you and I are on opposite sides of a glass door, our hands on the glass.”

He said, “Yes.  But take away the glass.”

I summed it up as, “So, basically, I’m bilingual.  I speak both languages.”


It’s because of this that the Celestial beings were able to help me solve the equation – by ordering me to write the story.

As I’ve written, while writing the novels of the Middle Game part of the series, “writing” turned into “read remembering.”

Today, as I was finishing up Diagonals, Book 11 (the final in the Middle Game section of the series), the answer flashed into my mind.  I finally solved the damned equation!

One of them, at least.

You Can’t Escape Fate.  If nothing else, I’ve learned that in spite of what we do in life (or what life does to us), Celestial help will find a way to get us back on track.

But damn if the path doesn’t just plain suck sometimes.

Since I’ve got work to do, I again set the information aside, knowing it isn’t going anywhere.

The Celestial beings wouldn’t let it.

080217_TS_wormholes_main_freeI bet if others looked back over their lives they would be able to pick out patterns that made them go hmmm.

Perhaps revealing a world they never knew existed but one they nonetheless are part of.

NOTE:  Regarding being pulled into spirit school while awake.  The first time was immediately prior to sleep.  I was in bed.  The second time I was in the process of meditating.

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