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[Book Review] Mind Probe Hypnosis

Originally written on Tue, 21 Nov 2017 

I started reading Mind Probe Hypnosis shortly after I bought it from the 321 Books in Tyrone Mall which was back in October and just now had the chance to finish it. Marvelous book, and really made me dig deep into my thoughts. I suddenly became philosophical again… something I haven’t tapped into for a while.

It was very well written with experience, scientific evidence and several parts where she writes out the conversations she has with these people who are troubled. I scribbled down some notes and thoughts and I’ll share those with you.

INCIDENTS

This woman that was being hypnotized had many, many issues of pain to work through. These issues ended up being from the past lives to now where karma continued in a vicious circle and the same things just kept happening. Her mom became her daughter, father became her soul, a boy she liked ended up being her husband’s soul and an evil person that she was a slave to in a previous life ended up being her brother in her real life. She had four lives.

Woman has a constant headache, and didn’t know why. She went under hypnosis, and found out in her past life she was a male who was killed by a torture rack. The athlete who killed her as a male reminded her of her husband. Every time she was around her husband, she’d have that headache.

sharp object phobia — death by falling on a pitchfork

phobia of spiders — killed by one in former life

Girl’s mom and sister had babies at the same time. One died (mom’s baby) then she entered that baby’s body of the sisters.

Studies suggest that death was far more to look forward to than being born.

Male – froze when weather dipped below 70 degrees. Found out that in his past lives his life ended each time by freezing to death.

Female – couldn’t be around cats (allergic) – she got clawed very badly by cats in one life then in another she watched herself be eaten by a tiger.

There was a study that was done to someone who had never been sick in his life. Several of his friends and family started saying “you look sick, are you feeling well, etc.” to that person then he ended up getting really sick and going to the hospital. Once they stopped, he got better.

Reincarnation has to exist – unusual child prodigy’s (where do their talents come from) and the carrying over of skills. Plus, the recognition of others souls.

Go back to the origin of the problem—past lives to now.

Woman recognized someone in present day — she was both attracted to and repelled by this guy. She was married, however, he was very dependent on her and immature. The man deserted her, then she deserted her child (but that was not by choice). Man deserted her was the guy she was attracted/repelled by in present day and her husband represented her child she abandoned.

MY THOUGHTS

Is hypnosis just another form of psychology? It is—after all—another instance of discussion with a therapist of some sorts—and without pills.

What if there are empty souls walking along the streets, and they can choose to go to someone who is freshly dead, become that person and die when they no longer want to fulfill roles of that one empty soul?

It makes me wonder if our past lives are reincarnated with souls that we’ve built karma with over time….until we finally break that pattern, then the souls go somewhere else.

The souls we’ve entangled ourselves with in present day has to be because of karma of our past lives. Do we love the same souls? Or because of which way our lives go….. good/bad do we get to be blessed to embrace those souls over and over again.

Why do our souls meet? For every purpose there is a reason.

There’s a reason for why someone leaves, and then comes back.

There’s a reason someone walks in their life and stays, or completely goes away.

There’s a reason we are where we are in life – at every given moment of every given day.

Then, there’s the strong connection—but what reasons with that?

What if all we needed to be is hypnotized to find out what our fears are and to get over them? To search deep within ourselves to find out what we were in a past life, and go from there to grow.

It’s a scary thought when you think that if someone was killed their soul is up walking around, or they might even come back as a murderer or be absolutely terrified of or knowing it was going to happen over and over and over again.

For every one born, another one dies. Souls are super exchanged.

Soul mates. Twin Flames. All of that exists…. just not enough people believe in it for it to happen.

What if hypnosis wasn’t even real, but whatever a person gets out of it is good enough to lose their fear or trouble that they had? I say that’s a winner.

And lastly, where do old souls—like me—come from?

-Karen Maeby

[Book Review] When the Mob Ran Vegas

Written in 2014. Review of: When the Mob Ran Vegas by Steve Fischer  

I originally found When the Mob Ran Vegas by Steve Fischer while in Half Priced Books back home in Kentucky. It was one of those days where I walked out of the bookstore with 20 books that had been on sale and 5 records. Very good choice I made with this book, definitely. 

I am ecstatic to say that I finally finished this book! After a long week and half of trying to finish, reading every free moment I could, but still having interruptions… I finally finished! This book was such a great read! 

I love unique stories–and ones that are true–so this book was perfect for me. Even how he came about to write this book was unique. It all started with listing his Vegas items on eBay and telling the history behind each piece. As I scouted the web to find more info, it looks like his book was probably the first that had been written indirectly from eBay auctions. So. Very. Cool. (Kind of like me writing poetry from reading marine industry lit.) 

When the Mob Ran Vegas taught me a lot that I didn’t know. I didn’t know the history behind each casino, nor did I know any of the early mob names….and the biggest shocker of them all — seeing that Frank Sinatra was a big part of the mob name. Apparently everyone who knew I was reading this book knew this piece of information… everyone except me. 

I’ve only been to Vegas one time in July of 2012. We stayed at the Flamingo. I loved it so much because it was pink, shiny and some of my favorite animals were in the habitat there. I almost refused to go because I was so against “sin” and going to a casino was exactly that — so much gambling (that I don’t like) — but now? I kind of embrace the sin around me. (I still have never gambled and don’t plan on it.) 

Because of some of the crazy things I did in the city — like find a need to collect calling girl cards and telling the tale to everyone around, the sights and city lights at night — I have been heavily missing Vegas lately. 

Reading When the Mob Ran Vegas has certainly quenched my thirst for the earlier history of Vegas and how each hotel/casino there had come about. 

The way that Fischer wrote this book — in tiny chapters, divided by whatever he was talking about, whether it be a certain mob or casino — was absolutely amazing. It’s definitely a must read in my opinion. Also, after searching the web for more information, there’s apparently a showgirls themed book coming out eventually. I hope it’s real soon. 

[Book Review] My First Five Husbands (and the ones that got away)

Written on 4/29/2012. Review of:  My First Five Husbands (and the ones that got away) by Rue McClanahan.

For the past couple of months, I’ve been on a Golden Girls / Blanche Devereaux kick and have been seeking out watching other shows with Rue in it. I found a few on Netflix to watch (Sordid Lives, the latest) and one day when I went to the library, I decided to find Rue’s book. I’m so glad I did.

Review of Rue McClanahan’s book, My First Five Husbands…and the ones that got away… 

I found myself saying “holyshitsticks!” in my head (A LOT) as I read Rue McClanahan’s book. Wowzah. Being the exact opposite of Rue, the more careful examiner of EVERYTHING I do before actually doing it and the consequences that would follow, reading this book ignited the ‘dare devil / risk taker’ in me….and every time I had to stop reading for things like – y’know – living life, going to work, finishing work and sleeping — I kept thinking of just checking out for a while to continue reading! jaja!

Overall, I just want to say that her book was so wonderfully written – adding snarky comments in parenthesis or little “go dies” to people who made her mad or saying ‘no pun intended’ while talking about something sexual that was most definitely full of pun. Her book? So full of the real southern charm and some sort of a delicate properness that instantly makes you want her to be in your life. Not to mention, the delicious tales about her relationships that leaves you thirsty for more. (I think I even learned a little something from her writing and it made me want to add even more to my very own autobiography.)

Rue’s life was a mess. Holy moly son of a gun was it ever a mess!  She made mistakes like crazy, not thinking almost anything through, before diving right into it. Imagine a diver, not ready to dive, but dives in the pool without prepping for the dive. Yep. But, I have a sneaky suspicion that she knew what she wanted, even if she… didn’t know. (I know, how’s that make sense, right?) She made the mistake of marrying just so she wouldn’t be alone – it was her panic – instead of marrying for just love or other reasons, it was so she wouldn’t be alone. Well, I guess I should say, she felt like each time if they left, they were abandoning her. That was the major downfall…acting on impulse and fear of abandonment.

She was born in a small town, and like a select few of pearl-like individuals, she knew she belonged elsewhere. She knew she was destined to be in the Big Apple: New York. When she talked about getting to New York and it was “home” to her, I smiled and I smiled BIG when I read that because I completely knew what she meant by that. (I was born in a small town, knowing that I wanted something much more than what I was confined to, I knew the whole thing with that. And, my “home” later became Florida.)

Rue was a soul that I would have loved to get to know, that’s for sure. Her life was adventurous – she traveled every where, was in several Broadway shows / plays and later TV shows, and all through her relationships, she had a child and somehow made almost all of the right decisions regarding his life while she was trying to live hers. I give her props for that. She met a ton of people, lost touch with them, and somehow they always shown back up later on in life. I learned just so much from her own words, experiences and what have you.

She often remarked with snark comment, like – everything is perfect, when will the other shoe drop? Boom! It did. Over and over again. It was crazy, her crazy life. It was like getting down to the last piece of the puzzle and that piece being the wrong one – from another puzzle. So the question would be, what? Where is the other piece of the puzzle? Time to move on and try to find it. As I write this, I found the song “Don’t Rain on My Parade” floating through my head as I thought of all of the many times her good times went astray, so to speak. 

Some of her decisions were pretty smart though – she mentioned making decisions based up on being a show person or a businesswoman. It was most telling. Not to mention, her decisions about houses and when to get rid of them upon her loss of big jobs or whatnot. She was extremely smart and you could tell.

A few things I took to note, her very little words on politics. I was so happy when she mentioned being happy that Obama won the presidential campaign of 2008 and then later mentioning being close to / seeing Bill Clinton back when he won his presidential years. Very exciting that we shared those opinions and likes of those presidents. And, the shared comments about the “one in the middle”.

Every time she said “yes, I kept that” or “I still have it” or even the “hell no, I don’t have that any more” I had to smile. Lots. I knew what she meant by that. I still have a lot of things that people gave me or life’s souvenirs.

Later on the in the book she talks some about her days of The Golden Girls. It was sad to read that some of them had issues often at times and the personal struggles within their time acting for the show. She didn’t dish a lot about the show, as promised by her, but it was enough… this book was about her, not The Golden Girls. The one thing that did stick out, all of them were animal lovers and fought for animal rights. That right there is precious. I knew about that from previous reads but it was just cool re-reading that again and learning even more of what they did.

The end of her book brought the most sad. Something that will continue to sit with me is how she lost some of the closest people to her and then said, ‘it’s the end of an era’. That’s just a really sad thought to think about…  Comparing to how *I’ve* felt when I’ve lost a huge chunk of people that I felt a deep connection with (whether I knew them or not), yeah.. it hurts…and I knew. But, how must I feel or how do I explain that the people I cared about most are all older and have passed away compared to the friends now? And how do I explain my deep connection with the famous people (not as they’re famous but themselves) who have either passed away or are alive but don’t know I exist? It goes a long ways with my thoughts of ‘the dead pay more mind to me than the alive’. But, I digress.

A quote of hers towards the end – “Not all important people are famous, and not all famous people are important. She was definitely a beautiful soul and I wish to find a Rue to be friends with some time in my life.

Also towards the end of the book, she marries one last guy that she stayed with until she died. She said, being with him felt like home. Once again, I know this feeling… and I smiled.

What a lovely, lovely book. I’m glad I finally got to read this book about one of my favorite Golden Girls. I learned a great deal of things about her that I didn’t know, rediscovered some things I did know and even learned some about the Golden Girls. But most of all, Blanche was just a character that made Rue more famous with the every day world at the time. It was another reminder that life is never like fiction. Another reminder as to why I don’t like it so much. But nonetheless, Rue and Blanche were both amazing characters while they were alive.

[Book Review] If You Ask Me

Written on 8/29/2012. Review of: If You Ask Me by Betty White.

This book is wonderfully written, considerably short (250 pages, with personal photos) – and sweet – just like the writer. If You Ask Me is written in short chapters as a basic outlined insight to and by Betty White, herself.

Betty White gives her insight to growing older, about her career, awards, her love of animals, Golden Girls, the Snickers commercial / a few movies / her SNL show, some of her choices in life, funny stuff, serious stuff and so many other things. Little stories – with just the right amount of content.

I had forgotten some of the details I had learned about her in the past, but this definitely reminded me of what a great lady and role model she really is.

My journal was sitting right below me and in the middle of reading, I had to pull it up and document some of the things that I found highly in relation to me/my feelings. Here’s a passage of what I wrote yesterday:

If You Ask Me on page 14 – she said, “Animals don’t lie” and that she prefers the company of animals to humans. I just tweeted that same thing (animals don’t lie) the other day when I was frustrated with life and people. Weird.

(Side note: my tweet was 4 days ago on the 25th – and I didn’t even have this book until yesterday.)

Other similarities that made me so happy that I wasn’t alone in this:

On page 91 – she mentions going to the store and buying packs of paper, even if she’s not out, and gets excited to write on new paper. A new notebook/paper dotes on inspiration.

181 – She talks about her amazing experience with animals. She seems to be like an animal whisperer, just like I’m an animal tamer.

195 – Betty White is a stuffed animal collector! Holy crap! She even admitted to saying “I love you” to them as she leaves the room.

201 – Found out she can’t swim either.

229-230 – She talks about piles she has in her house. Like, the room where her stuffed animals are are so piled up that she has to take her stuff downstairs to work on. Sounds like me.

I loved this book for many, many reasons – love the woman, she’s an amazing actress and funny as shit. She’s also such a great writer, sweet lady and she loves animals the way that I do. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and I know that I really need to find and read her previous books now.

At the end she talks about her moment with Koko, the gorilla, which I think is just an amazing experience in itself because when animals can trust humans so openly right away, it says something for both parties. I’ve had a few incidences myself and I know.

Overall, if you’re a Betty fan, you won’t be disappointed reading this book!

[Book Review] I Loved Lucy

Written on 9/1/2012. Review of: I Loved Lucy by author Lee Tannen.

In my second library fix of the week, I found this gem. Wow. Wow. Wow. What a book. What an amazing book – I’m so very glad that I found it and picked it up to read!

I Loved Lucy is written from the author’s perspective of spending time with Lucy in her older years. Lee Tannen gives us insight from private moments of theirs, what Lucy was like [really], a deep description of her houses and the moments leading up to her death.

As someone who grew up with Lucy many years later after the show had already been on the air for almost 40 years, I loved this book. I read Love Lucy back in high school, and remember most of it, but reading what someone close to her wrote about being with her puts another spin on things.

Lee starts off with a bunch of ‘can you imagine….. with Lucille Ball’? Oh, no I couldn’t – but now I can – and I wish I had. 

The story of Lee and Lucy just is just another example of how fate and luck is delivered in life by the universe and a reminder as to how the little things make up the bigger part of life and you should never take anything for granted. Lee met her as a child, grew up, she came into his life again — and then permanently for the latter of her life.

I learned a lot about Lucy, in fact, things I didn’t really know.

Lucy played a hell of a lot of Backgammon. I don’t think I could ever play that much on a game. Oh wait, I have played Bejeweled and some word games about that much… I like to play psychiatrist every now and then and analyze people’s actions…perhaps always playing Backgammon made her focus entirely on the game and not what bothered her, like missing some of the most important people in her life and growing older.

It’s odd to find out that she thought no one really loved her as she grew older… when in fact, everyone still loves her. It’s just crazypants. Not to mention, she didn’t really watch any of her episodes and she had rooms full of every single one. At this point, I had to wonder if it would have been damaging to her if she watched considering she had to be in control all the time (perfectionism).

Speaking of that, there are several characteristics in Lucy that I found in myself…and some of these characteristics are just aggravations that aggravate the piss out of people (lightly said).

I found it really, really sad when Lucy pushed Lee out of her life just because they had a heavy quarrel but I’m glad they made up a while later, because otherwise, there wouldn’t have been such a great story.

As one loved by many, she sure liked to dodge the crowd when she’s not feeling it and stay home — but I could understand why. We also find out that: she still loved Desi more than anything, missed Vivian a lot, Lucy didn’t like growing older with her last failed show, loves her fans + stops to gives autographs/take photos as much as she could and Gary probably wasn’t the best suited businessman for her — and more.

About three chapters to the end, I was having a difficult time reading — moments that led to her first ailment, then saying ‘goodbye’ without ‘saying goodbye’ to Lee in one of his last visits (that was…wow) and then the moment when she died.

She passed away before I was even 2 years old and I love her show still to today so much. One of the best shows out there, ever. I hope that wherever she’s at, in Heaven, she’s smiling down at all of her fans and seeing that we really did love her and we still love her – and adore her – and watch her episodes over and over again.

Lee Tannen did a wonderful job compiling all of his stories with Lucy for the world to see. I’m really glad that I came across this book, that was ever so wonderfully written nonetheless. I read this in almost a full day, once I started reading I couldn’t really put it down. Just another reminder as to why she’s one of my heroes. I sure wish I could have met her.

PS – I downloaded Backgammon on my iPhone. Yes Lucy, I’m game.