The Intuitive Edge

Don't Tell Me Anything Bad!!

2012-01-08T17:55:00.001-08:00

As a psychic and palm reader, one of the most common requests I hear, as a client turns up their palms to me, is "Don't tell me anything bad!". I always answer, "Who am I to judge what is bad for you?"

Although I think several courses in psychology should be required to do psychic readings, most of us are not psychologists. We are not going to give unasked for information that would open or cause mental or emotional wounds. However, the dog dying may seem like terrible news to me, but actually be a relief to the client who may have an animal suffering. The psychic can and should only deliver the information as it comes, and in the way it comes, to the client....no judgement or filter.

I do believe in free will and I also believe in the power of words to influence. So, if I really sensed that the person in front of me was going to die in a car accident soon...I would probably caution them to drive in a more alert mode the next few days so that they could possibly avoid an accident. I would not say that I see them being hit by a green truck! I could cause them to drive erratically at every green truck they saw and possible cause the accident. So, my words must be delivered to help, not cause harm.

Looking back on your life, how many so called bad things allowed for something really good to come into your life? Maybe not all, but a good many.

I do feel that the psychic should be honest, direct and deliver with as much kindness, concern and love as possible. After all, if we truly are all connected, then the person sitting across from you is of the same light source and very much a kindred angel.

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Money in the lines of your Hand

2012-01-03T18:40:00.001-08:00

For over 20 years I have looked at the palms of the living and the dead to read or witness the story that is written with the lines there. I feel that each of us willingly chose this human life mission ,but some Divine mind ...in an act of deep compassion...gave us a map so we woudn't get too lost. I think we just forgot how to read the map!

There many books written on palmistry and all of them differ and contradict each other in some degree, which is why learning it can be a bit frustrating. It really is an art that simply requires looking at hundreds of hands.

I call myself a psychic palmist because I "intuitively" sense things in your hand without really being able to pinpoint the exact line. For instance, I may sense that there has been time spent in jail. I may or may not see the line, but I smell the steel and sense the coldness of the bars...that is my psychic sense. Because of this overlap of palmistry and psychic sense I find it difficult for me to teach to others, but it frees me to accept what the lines mean without judgement or completely relying on what others have written.

One of the most frequent questions in palmistry is about money and there are numerous lines that indicate money and where it might come from. Remember one line does not dictate your future! You could have money in your hand but have all the qualities to be a gambler...therefore losing it all.

If you turn your hand palm up you have a thumb, then the Jupiter(index) finger,the Saturn finger, Apollo finger and the little finger is called Mercury. If there is a small curved line at the base of the Apollo finger then you may inherit money at some time in your life. Lottery wins are shown as small triangles inside and against the life line whic is the line running on the inside edge of your palm above your thumb and curving out into your hand to the base of your thumb. A cross in the middle of the palm , depending on what line it is near, can indicate losses before great gains. Sometimes the wealth in the hand is through honors and recognition. Stars and triangles are often good markings in the palm.

I encourage you to find a good palmistry book with lots of illustrations and study your hand. The riches you'll find there are beyond money...it's your map to your path back home.

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The Bacon Bookmarker

2012-01-02T02:03:00.001-08:00

I have a huge personal library of over 1000 books with many of them passed down from generations or purchased from old bookstores and second hand stores. I saw an article not long ago about someone who had written a book about the odd things he had found inside books that people had used as bookmarkers. It caught my eye because I have always been delighted by finding old tickets,articles clipped from newspapers, etc.in the books that I have purchased over the years.

My mother once found a slip of paper sticking out of the spine of a book in the bottom of a huge box of things she had purchased at some rumage sale. I don't remember the exact words written on the piece of paper, but it stated something similiar to this.."Mary, since you are the only one who will want and love my books when I am gone, there is several thousand dollars under the tile in the kitchen for you.". There was no clue on the scrap of paper about the author or when it was written or for whom the note was intended, but it was a wonderful childhood mystery and I am sure we still own the book.

Over the years I have found old obituaries tucked into pages of poems, locks of hair and slews of four leaf clovers, but the strangest bookmarker of all was the strip of bacon! I can't imagine how the reader could find nothing at all in reach to mark his or her place.

There is also something very personal and sometimes funny about comments written in the margins of books. I have such respect for books that I hesitate to write on the pristine pages of workbooks,but old cookbooks often have notes about certain recipes or comments on the household budget.An old Bible from the library of a deceased clergyman with his notes of deep belief ,wonderment and sometimes doubt are privileged looks into the thoughts and minds of someone long gone from this dimension.

Yes, I would like to have a device to download books someday, but I would so miss the bookmarks...even if it were only a strip of bacon.

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Here and Now 2012

2012-01-01T12:00:00.001-08:00

In my lifetime, I don't think there has ever been as much speculation about a new year. Movies and books abound about 2012 and prophecies that would rival Nostradamus. I can't help but feel excited that my soul chose this time and this Earth plane to be here to witness whatever unfolds.

This doesn't mean that I don't occasionally feel a pang of panic at the dissolving of so many of our systems and even belief systems, but I find that I am more fascinated by the possibilities that could unfold. I find that as a medium,when I communicate with the Other Side, they are also feeling the excitement and wonder of what will be happening here on this dimension.

I chose a single word to define my year and the word is SIMPLE. I am not a clutterer, but do I really need 8 blankets for a guest bed that rarely does anyone sleep in ,when one would suffice? I am clearing out all the unnecessary and making my load...materially, emotionally and physically and perhaps even psychically...as light as possible for whatever path lies ahead in this incredulous year of 2012.

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Ghost Hunting

2011-05-10T14:35:00.000-07:00

About a year ago, I joined a group of paranormal investigators partly out of curiosity as to how ghosts are detected scientifically and because I love old buildings and mansions. I have grown to appreciate the hard work involved in setting up high end recorders and cameras,lugging cable up many flights of steps,working in the dark and often without heat.

Imagine sitting in a dark, cold basement asking for a ghost to come forward and show themselves, or to actually speak to you! Sometimes in the twelve hours nothing seems to happen and then the second grueling job of paranormal investigators is actually listening to hours and hours of recordings to detect EVP's (electronic voice phenomena)and watch hours of camera views section by section to see any changes.

I have had the good fortune to have been accepted into a group of one of the most professional groups, the Southeastern Ohio Paranormal Investigators. Please check their fantastic web site www.SEOHIOPI.com to see a little of what we are about. Don't look for my picture in the group, my schedule doesn't allow me the opportunity to go on many "hunts", so I am not in the featured clips.

It has been a wonderful experience and I still admit that I am not afraid of ghosts, but if anything brushes against my cheek in the dark it had better be a ghost and not a spider!!! UGH

Blessings,

Ellen
www.EllenBone.com

A Chance to Win a FREE Reading for Your Birthday!

2011-03-07T09:27:00.000-08:00

I would like to send birthday cards this year, so email me your dates whether you're already on the email list, or are just signing up. A drawing will be held from all the birthdays in a given month for a gift certificate for a free reading....so send me your dates!!...(no year necessary).

If you're not already on the email list, but would like to subscribe, please click here to visit the news page where you can view past issues and subscribe.

New blog post coming soon... in the meantime, be blessed.

Ellen
www.ellenbone.com

The Grave in His Hand

2010-08-29T07:39:00.001-07:00

He came into my office after about the second year I had begun doing readings as a professional psychic and palmist. I don’t remember much about him except that he was older and his questions were mainly about his business and the possible outcome of some particular investments….and that his hands were quite beautiful.

I usually start with looking at my client’s palms: first the non dominant hand for the past and then the dominant hand for the present possibilities and choices.

I start with the past to see family health issues and to look for mental and emotional sensitiveness and sometimes past dreams and plans. It was while I was beginning this first look that I was struck with amazement by something in his hand. I could feel the sorrow! I could smell the dirt of the grave and I blurted out in my stunned awe, “What did you do with the body?"

His face color seemed to go completely white and then red and then ashen again.

I realized, as I was apologizing for touching on something he had not come to discuss, that he had committed a murder at some time in his teens and ….no one knew. This was a terrible, festering secret and one he regretted (I would not have detected it if he had felt no remorse) and it really did affect and have everything to do with his life and decisions.

I had blurted the basis for each decision he made in all areas of his entire life. I never knew whether if having his secret finally shared with someone else was a help or not, because we finished the reading ……and he never returned.

Lesson: As a mother, I wrestled a bit, when he had gone, with the moral dilemma. Somewhere, someone grieved a lost child by murder and did not know where they were or who had murdered them. Was I obligated to find out more? Should I report it to someone? It was a day or two of soul searching that I finally concluded this man was, and had for a lifetime, been suffering more than I could ever imagine. If I were to continue doing psychic readings, then I must maintain confidentiality and trust and do the reading with complete love…and nothing more.

Ellen Bone
The Intuitive Edge
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Unfinished Ghost Story

2010-05-12T18:16:00.001-07:00

I am reading an autopsy report of a murdered woman I never knew and who has now been dead twenty years this next month. She happens to haunt the old building where I work part time. I have encountered many spirits over the years, but few ghosts or ennities that have not released their hold on this life. Ghosts often have a need to tell their story or to finish something and since construction is to begin soon on the new medical facility and the old building will be torn down...her time to tell her story is short and her need to go to the Light is very real.

As with all lives, and especially those that end in violence, there are all kinds of twists and turns. She was part of a Gypsy tribe that found a place to make a living in this part of Ohio. She was probably psychically gifted and definitely a clever con artist who through her tarot readings extorted large amounts of money from her clients to ward of "curses" and "spells".I can imagine that her life was difficult and complicated living as an outcast and just out of reach of the ever watchful eye of the law. I can only imagine that she was more feared than loved, and disliked than admired.

She walks the halls of the old building that was once a hotel, closing doors,turning off computers and allowing herself to be seen by the evening cleaning crew. In her strange dialect, she talks of her daughters. The story is told that her two young daughters were to be sold ....marriage, slavery...no one knows, but because she objected she was beaten to near death and then strangled. A horrific death by her own people and then, despite her sacrifice, her daughters were taken away. Suspects fled and no one was brought to trial.

Perhaps she wishes her children to know what happened, or wants to know where they are, or perhaps to retell the story as it really happened.....I don't know, yet.

As I learn her story , as she wishes it to be told, I'll relate it to you.

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The little child lost...

2010-02-28T09:26:00.001-08:00

This isn't a traditional ghost story. It isn't a ghost story at all, but a reflection.

It started a few days ago when I asked a question on a online social media group. The question was "what was the word, or line spoken or written that struck a deep chord within you and changed you?" The responses were wonderful and very spiritual, but that wasn't where my thoughts were. I thought I'd share three true, and very different, incidents from my childhood that shaped me.

It must have been in the third grade that a little boy called me a "dog". In those innocent days, that was a huge slur and meant that you were incredibly unattractive. All kinds of things are said as children and most, if not all, are forgotten, but those words, on that day, somehow struck with a direct and deadly aim into my soul. I have always had an uncanny attunement to other people's emotions and troubles and those words shaped how I have interacted with people for all of my life. No, I don't go around feeling ugly or unloved, but I have carried a deep sense of not wanting to put people in the uncomfortable position of having to deal with or even be nice to someone who had been labeled a "dog". Silly,maybe even funny, I know. I chose careers that worked behind the scenes and my metaphysical profession carries it's own secrecy and confidentiality. To this day, I race through conversations so that people don't have to linger long , even though I may cherish and look forward to their conversations.

The second incident was closer to high school age. I came from a large family and without very much money. My clothes were always neat and clean and my grades good, so the traditional caste system that exists in our school system wasn't sure where to put me and I realized I teetered close to the edge of untouchables or those labeled very poor. So, one morning a thin, tall, high school boy got on the school bus near the end of our route, as he did everyday, and no one wanted him to sit with them. He is taunted and teased and mistreated....I have an empty place near me that morning. Now, I would have never, ever, have made a move that would have prevented him from sitting next to me, but he looked into my panic stricken eyes and with his own wisdom moved on . He knew that sitting next to me would have also sealed my fate. I have regretted my entire life that I did not openly welcome him and braved whatever the bullies dished out.

The third thing that deeply affected me was from a book I tried to read. Our home library was huge and diverse and we had a book that was interviews with survivors of the Indian massacres that was happening in the West during the time the Civil War was going on in the North and South. It had been written so soon after the massacres that initials were used so that you could not identify who was being interviewed. It was a book so graphic and horrifying that I could never really read it, but there was a short byline that was written almost as a note of unimportance, but it struck me deeper than any line of horrific torture. It was a note about a little girl who after having witnessed the torture and death of her family became mute and unresponsive. It was noted that she would be shipped back home to the East to an Asylum. I wondered for years whatever happened to her......

As I write this seemingly gloomy blog, it's not gloomy, but one of discovery and understanding. It helps me realize that somewhere within all of us resides a lost little girl or boy that adapted and found a path to follow. This is really a reminder to really look around us and within ourselves every so often and send a huge dose of love to .. ...the little child lost.

Ellen Bone

The Intuitive Edge

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Ghostly sounds and apparitions

2010-01-24T17:16:00.001-08:00

I have always been drawn to the unseen world of spirits and ghosts. I have seen, and many times heard, ghosts, but never in the dramatic Hollywood fashion of clanking chains and eerie screams. So, this month, I joined a paranormal investigative group to see all the scientific hard work that goes into a formal "ghost hunt". I had never been interested for various reasons, but mostly that I did not want to wander around in the dark with a flashlight shining under my chin scaring the wits out of people!

The group I have joined (http://www.seohiopi.com/) has been established for years and is run in a very compassionate and professional way.They are selective about their membership and honor strict confidentiality. I hope to be able to share some experiences without revealing who or where in the coming months.

I remember there was a house our family moved into when I was in high school. The house had been neglected and abused for several years and was scheduled to be torn down to make way for the strip coal mining that was sweeping our part of southeastern Ohio. It was also haunted.The house had been a beautiful old mansion. The nine foot high oak doors that divided the parlor from the living room still remained, as well as the marble fireplaces and the gorgeous curved staircase. We all fell in love with it's old grandeur and charm except for one feature......every Friday evening at 6PM the phone would ring incessantly for an hour. Now that doesn't seem such an odd statement except that we didn't have a telephone! It was a bit unnerving at first, then turned into a ghost hunt to find the ringing phone, but eventually we just got used to it.

My mother, on a shopping trip into the little neighboring town, happened to mention it and the mystery was solved. It seems that the owner and builder of this old mansion took ill and died when traveling away and his body was sent back by train. The train station called at 6PM to let the family know that his coffin was at the station and...evidently no one ever answered the phone. Once we learned the story....the phone never rang again.

Ellen Bone

The Intuitive Edge

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Happy New Year

2009-12-30T13:24:00.001-08:00

Everyone have a fantastic 2010!!

The Intuitive Edge

http://www.ellenbone.com/

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Spiders..oh my!

2009-08-10T17:19:00.000-07:00

This is a rather odd blog and probably should be in an October blog with brooms and pumpkins. It is about spiders. Now I know spiders are delicate creatures that do a lot of good and I wouldn't purposely hurt one, but I dislike them like some people dislike snakes. The idea of a spider scampering..or what ever they do...across my arm would have me dancing around the room in horror trying to brush it off.

My daughter was bitten by a Brown Recluse spider a couple of years ago. The bite was on her wrist and it took over six weeks of intense antibiotics to recover the use of her hand. Her fingers disappeared in swollen and splitting skin and it was beyond extremely painful. She joked that she had a hole under her watch big enough to stash gum and mints in. Thank goodness for her humor.

So, why am I writing about spiders?
The spider,according to the Native Americans, is grandmother, the link to the past and the future. In many cultures, the spider is associated with language, the alphabet and writing. Perhaps that is why the symbol keeps coming to me...I am writing my first book. The spider reminds me to weave my story well and to stay in balance.

On my desk, as my writing inspiration,is a rhinestone spider. It is a brooch about the size of a man's hand and quite stunning and gasp inspiring when worn on my lapel. It rests on my desk now as a reminder to keep writing, to remember the stories and retell them so my words weave a web around you.

Hand Transplant

2009-07-16T06:15:00.000-07:00

I caught the morning news today about a man who had a hand transplant to both his left and right arm.

My first reaction was how quickly and how far medical procedures have come!

The second reaction was deep empathy for this man and his long road...over two years the doctor said...for his painful, but potentially, complete recovery.

Then, my mind was catapulted into the question...will the lines of his new hands change to reflect his mind and personality?...or will this new hands change him to reflect the mind and personality of the donor?

My fascination with palmistry is now expanding and changing due to the modern advances of medicine and our rapidly changing era. We have in a century gone from lines that determine virginity or if you will die by the guillotine, to whether the hands are really yours....

I'll have to think about this a little more.. I feel a Stephen King like moment coming on.

Murderer's Thumb

2009-05-13T10:25:00.000-07:00

Okay, I've got your attention. If you have ever looked at any old palmistry books and even a few modern ones, you are bound to come to a picture and description of the so called "murderer's thumb".

It is described as a thumb that starts normally from the palm and balloons at the tip in what would look like a small exaggerated club.

I can remember years ago, I was at lunch with a friend just starting her study in palmistry and she looked up from her meal and with an ashen face whispered "There is a murderer seated right behind you!" Well, I immediately began to imagine that she had successfully identified someone from America's Most Wanted. I became a little more than nervous myself when she continued with "oh, my God, look at his hands". Well, I then began to shake thinking that I would be twisting around in my seat to look at a man with the weapon still in his hands!

The man had the "murderer's thumb" on both hands.

What does this all mean? Well, first you can never judge anyone by one character trait. That can be the shape of their fingers to the way they cross their T's in writing. You have to consider the whole. I have done psychic readings over the years for several real murderers...none of them had the club like thumb. I have seen it on some of the most respected and spiritual people in the world. So what does it mean?

The end of the thumb is the "will" of the person and the ballooning out effect is often from someone who contains their strong will to the point that it has to burst out. Sometimes this can be in explosive and harmful ways, but most often these people have learned to channel this explosive energy and will into wonderful projects and dreams. They have learned over time to let it out in small increments and not just "blow" all at once.

So, if you find your thumb matches this notorious thumb in an old book, laugh, and enjoy the strength that it brings and direct it for the good of all.

What Your Thumb Communicates

2009-03-30T11:00:00.000-07:00

For almost 20 years I have loved the art of palmistry and have rarely seen a palm that didn't intrigue me. As a professional Intuitive, I no longer feel the need to look at the hand to do a psychic reading, but when the opportunity arises, it is always a pleasure and an honor.

Your thumb is considered by many as the most important part of your hand. It's loss , even to the insurance companies,is regarded as a complete loss of your hand. It is so powerful that even its gesture of "thumbs up" or "thumbs down" has decided the fate of more than a few souls in history.

I'd like to share one feature of your thumb and how it reflects to the world how you communicate and process information. If your thumb is relatively straight from the side of your hand outward...no lumps, bumps or indentations...then you like your information delivered quickly and to the point. If, your thumb has a protruding knuckle, or has what is referred to as a "waist", then you take a little longer to process your information. You are a more deliberate speaker and very diplomatic.

I, alas, have a straight thumb. Thoughts go from my head and heart and out of the lips with not nearly enough analysis :)

If you'd like to learn more, please send me a note.