Angie Aristone: Psychic Medium

Why Do I Do This???

2010-04-18T07:40:00.003-04:00

People ask me why I do what I do. It makes me want to ask them the same question but that's obnoxious. I think I do what I do against my better judgement. If I allowed my ego to choose my career, I'm sure I would be a designer or a chef; something reasonable and/or normal. Obviously that's not who's making this decision! While I can placate myself with fantasies that the world is changing, the bottom line is I do what I do against my better judgement and almost everyone else's!
Luckily that's not why I do it anyway. Before every single reading I have ever done, I state my intention, which at this point is more of a mantra than anything. Without saying the entire thing, I'll share that I ask that the information that comes through provide comfort, healing, and in some way provide verifiable proof that their family on the other side is okay, safe, and happy, and I try to provide information that shows my clients that they will be too.
I think at the end of the day the only thing that matters to me is that each reading I do be the best I could have done. I love to be in the moment with people, particularly the hard moments that make most people uncomfortable. I think I want to walk them through those times and out the other side because I genuinely want healing for them. I suppose that means I'm ultimately wanting to heal myself. And even though my losses have been minimal, one day I'm going to need what I give others and I only hope I have someone to give it to me.
Until then, I'm all yours!

Judgement, like assumptions, makes an ass out of you!

2010-02-19T08:57:00.014-05:00

For the past year or so I've really noticed this new phenomenon where people are being made to feel guilty for taking up space on the planet. It's also the new way for women to condemn other women. I'm curious if you've noticed it too.
It comes out in the new environmental movement. I've noticed it in commercials where we are told to buy things after being guilted for buying other products. I also notice it particularly with the new plastic bags versus the homie sack. Every time I walk into (and especially out of) my local market, I can't help but notice the stares of judgement aimed at the women who make the spontaneous stop at the market with her 3 kids and no bags. Just because it wasn't planned should not mean that she has no right to stop for food. Some women believe that this gives them the right to give the blatant passive aggressive stare and energetically bully her so she gets the message the she "should" have brought her own bags. Really ladies?
Plastic bottled water is another example. Somehow the companies that makes them are okay but you're not if you buy them.
I think it would be better if we all made the assumption that everyone is doing their best, and that there may be extenuating circumstances that we aren't privy to. That being the case, we have no right to cast judgement. We might feel like we have the right, we might even feel that people will benefit from our judgement, but that still doesn't mean that we should share it. We have this tendency to think we know what's right for others; that they are somehow too stupid to get it without us their pointing it out. Most importantly, if we could all let go of the insatiable urge to judge others to feel superior then we can come closer to a peaceful society.
When we can remember that every time we judge others the judgement is usually a part of ourselves we don't want to own, then we need to let go of the urge to point the finger back out in the world.
Remember, every time you point a finger at someone else, there are at least three pointing back at you. And just because we don't want to use plastic bags in north America doesn't mean the entire planet is on a recycling program, so ease up!
Lastly then, to quote Abe Lincoln in Bill and Ted, "be excellent to each other".

Nice girls say No

2010-02-05T09:44:00.002-05:00

I was thinking about the difference between self care and selfish this morning and it possessed me to sit down and share. For some reason my private readings have been filled with yes girls. Women who don't say no to anything because they are so concerned with not upsetting people they give and give until they are on the verge of going postal. It's true, saying yes to everything will make you resentful and fill you with rage that will spill out at the most inappropriate times. Sometimes you don't get angry until you've been so sucked dry that you fall to the ground crying, feeling overwhelmed and depleted.
I promise you that a little no goes a long way! Here's what's interesting, we have been trained to think that saying no is rude, wrong, bitchy, mean, and most of all selfish. The only people that think that are the people who want you to say yes! Everyone else (the people who aren't afraid to say no) see no as a healthy boundary you sometimes need to make, and they're right. Did you notice that? No is healthy. What no does for you is set up an energetic wall that is not to be crossed by anyone(provided you stick to it). That means that the energy you've kept inside that wall is all for you (which is fair because it's yours to begin with!).
Don't expect everyone in your life to like your new boundaries. If you've never really said no, the people in your life may have a reaction. It could even be a huge reaction. Either way standing by your decision will teach people how to treat you because that's what boundaries do....they teach people how to treat you.
So today I want to challenge you to advocate for your personal well being by asserting a good firm healthy NO. It could be as simple as pass me the salt....um no. There's no need to start big. Just start. You don't have to learn how to say no to everything, just the things that are good for you to say no to, and only you know what that is.
So the next time a needy friend wants to talk about her love life for the fiftieth time that week:
Just say no! And don't forget to enjoy the hour you just saved yourself!

That New York state of mind

2010-01-19T06:24:00.007-05:00

When I was a teenager I used to live in New York City. I lived in the Grammercy Park Hotel as a matter of fact. Anyway, it was the friday of the July long weekend and I was getting off the subway returning home from work. As I surfaced to street level I was counting my money in my hand. It was pretty easy since I only had a grand total of one dollar in change. The down side was that that was the sum total of my money. All my money. With payday on Monday and Monday now a holiday I realized pretty quickly that I had a dollar to live on for the next three days. As I walked down Park Avenue staring into the bleak pile of change in my hand I realized the fullness of my fate and surrendered to it. At that moment a homeless person spotting the change in my hand put out their hand. I stopped and looked into my palm. Since I had already accepted my fate, I split the money in half giving them fifty cents and saving fifty for a diet coke to treat myself on what was about to be a truly long weekend. Yes diet coke was only fifty cents then!

I passed my hotel and walked to the corner store where I went straight to the fridge and grabbed a diet coke. As I stood at the counter to pay I noticed two crisp one hundred dollar bills laying in the muffin tray at the checkout. There was no one in the store. I held up the money and asked the guy at the checkout about it. He had no idea. The store had been empty for long time. I could have justified taking all of it just for myself but instead I offered to split it with the clerk.

I left the store with a diet coke and a hundred dollars.

As I walked to the front desk to collect my mail the clerk - who I was now on a first name basis with - asked if I would like to take his free dinner passes for tonight at the new restaurant down the street. His name was Shiel. He wasn't off work until eleven, so a sit down dinner was out of the question. The dinner was five courses and included a complimentary bottle of wine. By the way it was for two. I took my broke roommate Rachel. Dinner was incredible! Rachel left the tip. I still had a hundred dollars.

We returned to the hotel just as Shiel was finishing work and he asked if we'd like to go out to a club..on him. I'm not really one to say yes to things like free dinners, or free nights out at the club but with the kind of evening I seemed to be having, it felt like saying no would be rude. I accepted. It was a great night of drinks and dancing in a club that cost twenty bucks just to walk into in 1988!
There was one more thing and that won't make it in this version of the story but I think you get the gist of the story anyway.

It took me years to understand that this was a tale of manifestation. I understood the connection to the universe part. In fact I eerily felt it at the time so strongly that not a moment passed that night that I was not aware of it. Sometimes I wonder if the homeless person who thrust their hand out to me was even real, or if they vanished as soon as I walked away; just there to see if I'd give them some change. Other times I wonder if that fifty cents was critical for them. Who knows!

As a result of that night I see my connection to everything; the homeless person, the store clerk, the hotel clerk, the universe. Moments like these where I have felt the magic of connection have changed my life forever. When I need to remember how deeply entwined my connection to everything is, all I have to do is reflect on that day. That day has left me with one incredible side effect which is that I have never felt alone since.

I wish you all deep connection to everything! May you never feel cut off from the flow of the universe.

Technology of the Near Future??

2010-01-10T08:15:00.004-05:00

I have been deliberating for the past two weeks about whether or not to share this. I have decided that I will. It is not within the realm of the normal for me to see visions of what some of the new technology will be but for some reason that seems to be happening. I am so over trying to understand why. Join me.
So here is what I have: I don't know when this is going to unfold but there will be glasses that you can put on and choose your surroundings. For example, you can put them on at the kitchen table say and scroll through to choose the surrounding you'd like to have your morning coffee in. ie: your personal patio at your Tuscan villa overlooking your olive grove, a street cafe in Paris, a mountain top in Tibet. What I see around this is so cool that I only hope you get your own glimpse of it. I keep wanting to call it itravel but I don't really know if it has anything to do with mac or not.
The next thing I get is that at some point there will be a square space cut out of the bottom left corner of your sunglasses. In it will fit a chip that is your cell phone. It will have the capability to project a screen of options in space transparently superimposed over whats really there (the street you're walking down, the pool, tennis court etc.). In it is a camera so when you reach out in space to 'choose' an option the camera sees you choosing it and selects it for you in the chip. It gives the illusion that reaching out and touching it in space is what is selecting the item but its all happening in the chip with the camera. You can check your email, facebook, twitter and everything you choose to distract your life with, all while you walk down the street. It has a built in mic so you can tell it to call so and so and it will, and it is of coarse hands free for driving.
Again, I don't know when any of this is coming but I can tell you that I can't wait to have my coffee overlooking my olive grove!

Peace and Joy

2010-01-05T13:34:00.009-05:00

Today I feel really peaceful. No, really, I actually feel peaceful. I used to lay in bed and pray for serenity. Sometimes I still do. The beauty is though, that I feel it in my life now. I never used to and what's strange is that I don't remember when it changed. Whenever great feelings come over me, I am always sure to landmark the experience in my body; to really store the feeling in my long term memory. I want to be able to remember the feeling in the future so I can summon it at will. It's far easier to summon if I remember a moment in my life when I felt, say, peace. So what of peace? Is it really our natural state? I think it might be one of our many natural states but certainly one of the greats.

I think it's true that we as humans have moved away from our ability to feel peace in a world so filled with trivial distractions (like this one). I think we grow accustomed to feeling like crap most of the time and accepting it at the expense of greater feelings like peace and joy. I remember introducing my son to someone at school and saying that one of his great gifts to our family is his joy and I realized that I did actually know what joy felt like. It felt like being with my kid. I didn't think I knew what joy really felt like. I knew a lot about theoretical joy, I mean come on I've read the Dali Lama, and Deepak. So I was an ace with the new agey joy of Buddha on the mountain top.

I feel lucky that I know what those emotions feel like. Especially in times when they are nowhere near my life, because I always know just where to look so I can re-experience them at will. The most important part for me is revelling in it as a way to cultivate more of it in my life. I hope you can do the same. We could all stand to be more proficient at it. I say, the more the merrier when it comes to peace and joy.

So again I say, go forth and be peaceful.

Comfort Food

2009-12-23T08:49:00.000-05:00

I sent this email out to a lot of my clients and thought that it was important enough to share here. Some of my recent readings have reminded just how hard the holidays can be for some of us. Many of us have experienced a loss that we feel that much more acutely around the holidays. For some of us , this will be the first Christmas without someone really really important. One of the things I've been reminded of is to tell you to celebrate anyway. Skipping Christmas can be good in theory but lets be honest..it's still Christmas, and I've never heard a word of encouragement from the other side to skip Christmas. So I'm going to encourage you to feel your feelings, honour them as best you can, and have Christmas anyway.

One way that one of my clients from the other side suggested to me this morning was this: "if you want to feel close to me, bake my recipe for shortbread cookies". It was a simple yet profound suggestion that reminded me of the obvious. When we feel the absence of someone who was known to do time in the kitchen, one of the best ways we can feel close to them is to eat their recipes.

For anyone who cooks, you know that food is a major way to love someone. So please, think about the person you are missing and think about their favorite foods (even if they didn't cook and only liked to eat) then dig out the recipe that they loved. Then I want you to make it. Gather your family and/or friends and eat it.

For those of you who are lucky enough to have your families in tact and on the planet, please, take time to look at each of them in the eyes and tell them how they have touched your life even if they are an enormous pain in the ass!

Happy Holidays Everyone!
Angie Aristone

We found the Keys!

2009-12-21T09:32:00.001-05:00

Where did the assumption that if you're psychic you should know everything come from? I'm only curious because it seems pretty obvious that there's a difference between psychic and omniscient. Sure you can have psychic access to all things but not all things all the time. This isn't Time Square! I've never heard someone say to a runner 'sure you can run but can you run faster and for longer than everyone else? No? Then I guess you're not a runner after all'. The logic is infantile. It's like trying to argue with, well, with a stupid person. There I said it. These are the throw the baby out with the bath water people. In my venture to let people be as they are, I still can't help having an opinion about general ignorance when they show it to me.
The point of the rant and preamble is that we found the missing car keys!! They were on the floor in the garage. I was not the finder. It was my husband in his relentless pursuit and pure determination that found the keys. As I'm sure you've read in my last blog, I gave up trying it my way, even though it is possible to remote view or psychically see your lost item.
The funny thing is that I'm really good at finding the things I'm not supposed to find. Really really good! Back when I was quitting smoking I could find the cigarette pack my husband hid in about 30 seconds flat! Every time he moved them I found them. Finally I just had to stop thinking that having a back up pack was a good idea and get rid of them altogether.
I can also find Christmas gifts with ease. I do my best not to go to those spots because I really don't want to ruin the surprise. I also have a tendency to know what's under the tree before it gets opened. Kinda takes the fun out but I'm a grown up. It would have been awful if I did it as a kid.
So here's my theory about being psychic and finding stuff. It's kind of like the manifestation process. You can't have a vested interest in the outcome; that's the let go piece. If you find that you do then you are in your ego and your ego is not psychic. I can figure out the presents because I don't really care if I figure it out since I'm going to figure out when I open it anyway. I could figure out the cigarettes for a different reason that is its own blog so lets skip that one shall we?
The point it that the keys were important to me in particular because it was my car. The problem was that I was invested, deeply invested, in the outcome. If they were someone else's keys I think I may have had a shot. So this now meant that I had to search for them the usual way .. by searching for them. I'm not gonna lie, being methodical and logical has its place. But I have to remember that sometimes that doesn't work either. That doesn't mean it doesn't work sometimes so next time I have to be patient and employ all my options. Inevitably one of my abilities will work.

Car Keys

2009-12-18T10:35:00.001-05:00

The day before yesterday, one of my kids borrowed my car keys to get something out of the car. Somehow between the car and front door of the house, the keys have disappeared. I have no car keys! He lost the back up set last year, same way. I know I'm supposed to learn something here I just can't wrap my head around what it is. Don't let the kid touch the keys? OK, kinda basic. I'd like to think it's something a little more than that but maybe it isn't. Maybe it's that simple; no kids touch my keys..ever!
In my quest to find the keys (which a day and a half later are still missing)I have tries rummaging through the entire house. Walking through the snow in the front and back yard. I've checked the the area between the car and the front door, coat pockets, behind the tv (you've gotta know the kid to know why that's possible), my purse, the staircase and honestly every other stop in the house. If I wasn't sure before, I am certain now that they are definitely lost.
I tried using a pendulum to find them, which didn't work. I guess your subconscious mind needs to have a clue in order for that one to work and my subconscious mind is totally out to lunch around the key thing. Then I tried using my clairvoyance which as anyone who sees with their third eyes knows can't have the opinions of the ego in order to work well. Right now my ego has some pretty massive opinions which are still going off in my head right now! Mother^*#! where are my keys!!!
I tried asking my guides to help me out (that's putting it nicely), and lets just say that the keys are still missing and I've fired my guides.
In the meantime, I have to get the car towed to the dealership and have new chip keys made. I still have every intention of finding the keys. I'm pretty stubborn when I need to be. I don't have a clue how, but I will find the keys if its the last thing I do.
Hey, do you know where my keys are?

2009-12-12T07:42:00.000-05:00

Meditation 101

Today I'm teaching a meditation workshop. The 101 version. I love teaching! I love starting out with a group of nervous people who don't know what to say so they all say nothing. The kind of group that feels even more tense noticing the quiet they're contributing to in the room. You don't need to be psychic to feel that!

What I know that they don't is that within an hour they'll be telling jokes and laughing their drinks out their noses. But today isn't about funny, it's about calm and relaxed. The elusive calm and relaxed that my students think they don't understand. Meditation is funny that way. People find it so difficult when really it's so simple they find it so difficult.

The point of meditation is to calm your thoughts with the plan of training your mind not to be so random. In a basic way, all you need to do is close your eyes and bring your attention to your breathing. Breathe, and watch while you breathe. It's so easy that our brains start saying things like; 'well that can't be right. I must be doing something wrong.' Or 'this is boring. No wonder I'm not relaxed ever, it's boring.' Or 'holy crap I think I left the front door unlocked. Did I? I don't remember now. Think...crap! I'm supposed to be watching my breath and being peaceful. I hate meditation!'

So in the event that you find yourself wanting to meditate or learn to meditate don't be hard on yourself. Would you scream at a baby who fell after taking their first steps? No. You'd clap and yell 'YAY! Good Job'! Then you would take their hands and stand them back up so they can try again.

Now I'm going to encourage you to be both the baby taking their first steps and the supportive parent who's there to clap and dust you off to try again and again until you figure it out. When you start grocery shopping in your head just remind yourself what you're doing and come back to it. No reprimands. So off I go to share with my class. As for you now?

Go forth and be peaceful!

New York New York

2009-12-09T09:19:00.001-05:00

Ahhh New York City. It never gets old does it? I flew in last Friday and checked in to the W Hotel on Park Ave and 17th St. The weather was every bit a global warming disaster for December 4th - sunny and 60 degrees. It was sublime. I walked around my old stomping grounds on the lower east side. A lot has changed since I lived there in my late teen years. It's clean now, and safe! Who knew?

The entire point of my weekend was a to attend the three day Hayhouse Movers and Shakers workshop. It was really very good! I exclaimate that like I'm shocked or something but really I'm not. It was put on by Reid Tracey CEO of Hayhouse radio, and Writer and life coach Cheryl Richardson. They are both every bit the class act they appear to be. Not to mention I actually got to meet Louis Hay herself. Talk about class! Please! I highly recommend taking the workshop to anyone who's interested.

I'm not quite over the fact that I couldn't find my favorite restaurant, Dojo's, the best vegetarian place I've ever been to. I was certain it would be right where I had left it but as I trapsed down St Mark's I couldn't find it anywhere. My fave, the soy burger dinner. Amazing. Especially the tahini dressing. What's in theirs anyway? God that stuff is good! So too bad for me I guess. I'm back in Canada with no Dojo's in my belly. Bummer! I did however find the best calamari I think I've ever had and I've had some stellar calamari. City Crab on Park and 18th St. Yummo people. Yum O! The only thing that comes close in my mind is a calamari dinner I had on the beach of a Greek Island when I was eighteen. After I ordered, the waiter walked down to the ocean and pulled out the squid trap, brought up my squid and ten minutes later I was eating the crispiest, most tender and delicious calamari I had ever experienced.

I guess it's no wonder that when I'm reading clients and I connect with their foodie grandmothers that some of them come through and want me to right their grandchild debauchery of their classic recipes. It's funny actually. Sometimes they're very firm with me and have some definite opinions about how Suzie has decided to add olives to grandma Stella's famous spaghetti sauce. Stella then says to me: "Suzie, what are thinking? Peter only likes it when you use the capers. Snap out of it!" I love when they tell me whole recipes that their families have forgotten or have never been able to figure out. It feels like balance has been restored!

So maybe here is the place that I will offer up my respects to the great family chefs and foodies who have since passed, and tell their stories. And if the families don't mind, maybe I'll share their recipes too.

To all of you...Salute!

So off I go to give this some thought. Stay tuned.

Finally

2009-10-08T19:17:00.000-04:00

Yes it's true, I have never had a blog. I think the bigger issue is that I have never done any blogging!
So today I would simply like to say hello and welcome. I'm looking forward to writing candidly on the topic of all things psychic, and to this added dimension to my work. This makes connecting with anyone who wants to learn whatever it is have to teach that much easier for both of us.
Lets get started!
AA