Galactic Central Sun boosting

I haven’t posted in a while (again) because there has been so much going on here, from dental surgery and  painkillers (ugh!), to naughty dogs, to drac attacks and boosting with the Galactic Central Sun. This is a new technique Stevo is developing and he’s getting pretty badly attacked for it. If you check Stillness in the Storm and do a search on “galactic central sun” you’ll find some interesting information. Some stuff on that site is disinfo, but like everything out there you have to be discerning. Stevo has been bringing the energy of the galactic central sun into his space; in his words:

Bring a cord of this energy from the galactic central sun into your crown, 3 feet in diameter, down your grounding cord and into the center of the planet. It’s kinda like the transporter beam in the original StarTrek TV show.

He then uses this energy to boost out through the heart chakra, and it’s very powerful. It’s the next step beyond bringing the golden suns into his space, which is part of my Basic Grounding exercise. It seems that when you boost a target with this energy it’s much easier to get fast results. You almost don’t have to even think about the attackers if you are boosting someone who’s getting attacked. You just boost the target and the attackers are affected by the energy automatically. Anyway, it’s something for you boosters to try.

We figure Stevo’s on the right track because they are trying to stop him from doing this kind of energy work. He uses it to do planet-wide boosting as well. There was an incident with an MIB who injected him in the middle of the night, causing him enough pain to wake him up. Then in the morning there was a tell-tale red mark on his forehead. He’s been doing tons of detoxing to get rid of whatever they used in the injection (our intuition was a fast-acting cancer),  and he’s finding that more than ever he has to be on his spiritual path 24/7, no slacking.

I think that’s the message a lot of folks are getting nowadays. The farther you stray off your path the more painful life gets. This is a time when everyone is polarizing into those who are stuck in 3D and will remain that way, and those who are becoming the multi-dimensional, loving beings we are supposed to be. This is the time to do healthy things for your body, your physical vehicle, so that you can grow spiritually. To grow spiritually, you have to discipline your thoughts and actions, giving up anger and judgement and all the things that keep you stuck in 3D. Remember the big picture, and send out love as often as you can. Keep your space clear, breathe, and remember who you truly are.

You can do it!

~ Dooney :-)


Nighttime attacks

The Powers That Ain’t attacked both my dogs last night in the middle of the night. Luckily, my insomniac husband and I were still awake so we were able to deal with it. Honestly, do those wankers really have nothing better to do?? It started with Sammy getting hives on the top of his head. Then Molly went outside several times to vomit. Then they were both shaking. Usually we have to deal with one shaking dog at a time but last night was a double whammy (isn’t that a great piece of slang?). I started playing my emerald singing bowl mp3 through our Slim Spurling harmonizer, and we each got hold of a dog and started helping them run their energy. They were both wagging their tails slightly so I knew it couldn’t be too bad.

The funny thing is that when they get attacked, Sammy gets really quiet, and slinks around and his eyes get really big. Last night he was looking around like he expected a monster to jump out at him at any minute. Molly, on the other hand, gets really agitated. She won’t sit still and she wants constant petting. Another weird thing that happened is that she started frantically sniffing Sammy, all over his body, like she could smell something bad (or interesting, it’s hard to tell with a dog). We figured she can actually smell the energy of the attackers, who were alien insects in this case.

So we did what we usually do. We run a hand down their back, from the top of their head all the way to the tailbone. At the same time we talk to them about grounding and bringing in golden suns and send them images at the same time. This time it only took about 20 minutes to stop the attacks. I put on their collars that have an HP and a piece of danburite taped on, and I also played our singing bowl in real time and that seemed to settle them down quite a bit. I didn’t panic this time, I just dealt with it. I wonder if TPTA are getting really desperate. Why else would they expend so much energy to hassle us by attacking our dogs? That’s the best they can do now, and it’s really pitiful. Remember, TPTA hate to be laughed at or scorned in any way. If you can make fun of them you are coming from a stronger position. DON’T GO INTO FEAR! If you learn one thing from reading my blog, learn that. Practice it. Bring golden suns into your 3rd chakra until you can laugh about the whole thing. Get a bigger perspective. Then boost!

~ Dooney

“I’ve had an apostrophe!”

I love that line from the movie “Hook”, where Bob Hoskins talks about having an apostrophe instead of an epiphany. I had an epiphany of sorts early this morning and after you read about it you might say “Duh, Dooney, knew that all along”!. :-) I was woken up around 6am, pre-dawn, by my dog Molly who was shaking badly. I got her to lay back down on her bed and after determining that she wasn’t hurt, I realized she was being psychically attacked. Again. Sigh….

I spent the next hour running energy on her, over and over, grounding her, and bringing in golden suns. She stopped shaking once for a few minutes then started up again. So I kept going. I also started boosting her attackers. Our chat group had just gotten a line on one of Stevo’s persistent attackers on Sunday and we whacked him with love energy pretty hard, and I think it was him or his associates retaliating by hitting Molly.

So, as usual I started to go into fear a little bit, wondering if a run to the emergency vet was going to be needed after all. Then, I gave myself a pep talk. I was worried, I was tired, shivering and cramped from bending over Molly for an hour in the dark. But I knew I was going to have to just stop whining about it and take care of business. So I boosted and boosted and boosted. I started to realize that my energy was expanding the more I let go of being worried and uncomfortable. It was pure boosting. And it just kept getting bigger and bigger.

I was Mavericks boosting, which is my term for using a giant ocean wave to wash over my attackers. I got an image of Giant Dooney, my alter-ego boosting buddy, riding a surfboard on the Mavericks wave. I saw my dogs Charlie and Black Jack, who died years ago, on another surfboard. I started to feel so connected to everything, and that’s when I had my “apostrophe”.

I started to see everything as an ocean of consciousness; all that you see – people, animals, plants, rocks, earth, cars, buildings, every material thing – is a wave coming up out of that ocean of consciousness. We are separate waves but all part of the same ocean. Some waves flow together, like me and Stevo. :-) Some waves clash and one overtakes the other. Some waves die out as soon as they are born. And some waves take the long ride into the shore before they subside and rejoin the ocean. So I spent the day thinking about all these analogies and trying to feel it in 3D, all the time, even around other people.

It’s hard! It’s so hard to keep that perspective. But while I was out and about running errands I tried to see just the people as ocean waves, and I tried to feel how we are connected. Even the “bad” guys are waves in the same ocean. All the agents and aliens that attack us are waves in the same ocean. I have known that we are all one intellectually, but this is the first time I have really felt it this strong. So, now I have a new paradigm to practice feeling on a daily basis. How much easier will life flow for me if I can stay in this frame of mind? Do you ever have a day where everything goes right and everything seems easy? And then you have a day where absolutely nothing goes right? I think maybe those types of days are ones where we are really in the flow of that ocean consciousness, with waves flowing together, or we are just crashing against all the other waves in our lives.

This is probably already obvious to some of you, as is was to Stevo, but is was very empowering for me to feel it so strongly for myself. Maybe I’ve just gotten to the point where I am getting good enough at conquering fear, which is so very important. I got to a level of neutrality in my boosting that I’ve never attained before. It was easy to see my attackers as just another manifestation of the whole. There was no angst, just love. It was not surprising to me that as soon as I gained this perspective while boosting, Molly relaxed, stopped shaking and went to sleep. She woke up later and was totally fine.

It was just another interesting day for a spiritual warrior! :-)


Happy Solstice! (A little late)


Beautiful Winter in our front yard!

This is the first year that Stevo and I are trying to start some Winter Solstice traditions. I’m a little late in posting because life is like that sometimes. I tried to make Solstice cards on my color printer to send out to family and friends but my printer pooped out before I could print more than a few cards. Then I tried to use the color copier down at the drugstore but they don’t let civilians use it and the ladies at the counter were clueless and too busy to help. Oh well. Next year I’ll plan better.

We did manage to have a nice dinner, a nice outdoor fire in the firepit, some champagne and some homemade eggnog. And we made some thoughtful toasts and wished for World Peace. Not too bad a start! I wanted to light up my labyrinth and walk it but it’s covered in about a foot of snow and I wasn’t able to find the outline. Again, a little planning is needed.

It’s kind of difficult to start new traditions, I think, but it’s a good challenge. It gets me out of the traditions that don’t really resonate with me anymore and gets me thinking a little more independently. I think everyone should celebrate the things that make sense to them. Stevo and I tend not to limit our thankfulness and loving words and helping people activities to just one day a year. We like to practice those things year-round because that’s what makes sense to us. What are your traditions?

~ Dooney

Ghost Whisperer

Carol was visiting recently (always a treat) and while she was here my dad who died two years ago decided to visit also. This has happened before when I have visited her house. I think my dad is stuck between worlds and not able to move on. When I’m around Carol he knows that he can reach me through her, so he comes around. What happened was that I was lying in bed, not asleep, or I had just woken up from sleep (don’t remember) and I felt that someone was walking up to the side of the bed and was reaching out to touch me on the shoulder. I got kind of scared for a second, then I realized it was my dad and I relaxed. I said out loud “Just go away Dad”. That sounds kind of harsh doesn’t it? He’s been hanging around since he died and I don’t always have the patience I should have, especially in the middle of the night.

I asked Carol the next morning if she has felt my dad around since she’s been visiting and she said he’s been bugging her too. It’s kind of tough because he won’t believe (and never did) that there is anything after you die, he didn’t believe in God, and now he’s trying to stay latched onto this world. Stubborn. I think maybe he’s waiting for my mom to join him, but she’s nowhere near ready to go. So I imagine I will continue to feel him around from time to time. I’ve tried to get him to move on but he doesn’t believe in it, so he won’t go.

The second night Carol was here, I was awake again in the middle of the night (thank you insomnia, ugh) and I heard footsteps in the hallway, and I heard the door to our laundry room open (it’s kind of noisy). I didn’t hear the door close, though. When we all got up in the morning I asked Carol and Stevo if they had been walking around in the middle of the night and they both said no. I was the first one up and the laundry room door was still closed. Carol said my dad did come into her room that night, which can only be reached from the hallway by opening the laundry room door.

I’ve had stuff like this happen a lot at Carol’s house and just a few times here at our house. It’s not really scary, just more surprising. It’s happened enough times that I don’t question anymore whether it’s real, it’s just something that happens. I was telling this to another friend today and she pointed out how on TV or in the movies they make it seem so creepy and scary. But it’s not really that way. I suppose it could be if a really evil entity is trying to scare you, but I think you have to learn to not immediately go into fear, or if you do go into fear, to get out of it quickly.

Carol had told us about a TV show from the ’90s called “The Others” and I was able to find the full episodes on Youtube. It’s an interesting show and the characters drop a lot of gems in the dialogue, one of which was that demons can only get to you if you go into fear. The show was only on for 13 episodes and then got cancelled, but the shows that did air were interesting and worth watching. They do go in for the creep factor a bit, but the show is also almost a primer for the new psychic.

Anyway I sometimes tease Carol about being the Ghost Whisperer. Wouldn’t that be a great name for a TV show?

~ Dooney

It was good while it lasted

I guess posting about not being attacked put somebody on alert because we started getting attacked again…oh well! The truth is that attacks pop up all the time, most of the time when we are in a vulnerable state. Then they can sneak right in on top of that vulnerability and get into your space. Stevo had that happen the other day when he heard some distressing news about a patient. Almost right away he started to feel nauseated but it wasn’t until a bit later that he mentioned it to me and we looked for an attack. Sure enough, they had gotten to his 3rd chakra and attacked it when he was stressing over the bad news.

It’s impossible to stop all of those kinds of attacks, but as I’ve said in the past, the key is to recognize when it’s happening, deal with it quickly and heal the area of your energy system that was attacked. A few hours after my last post where I was talking about fear, I got a chance to practice what I preach. Stevo went for a bike ride in the woods and rather than being gone for his normal 2-hour ride, he was gone for 4 hours. That’s all I needed for the worrywart in me to come out. I imagined him attacked by a mountain lion, or having a bad crash and lying on the bike trail unconscious. Typical Dooney. :-)

So, I knew I was going into fear and I did my best to fight it. I grounded, I brought golden suns into my 3rd chakra, etc. It helped but I didn’t really relax until Stevo got home. It’s a bit scary to go out in the world and be vulnerable in a car or on a bike when you get attacked as much as we do, but you gotta live your life. Carol and Don are my heroes because they travel all over and Don flies his small planes! Those guys win the bravery award…

I was kind of laughing at myself, though, because I had just posted about this whole fear issue then got a good lesson in it. (“God is happy, Sabu, he plays with us” – Name that movie). I then had to immediately do an in-person coaching and be on the ball for that. So you have to always be ready to respond to whatever gets thrown at you, right?

Lucky for me I’ve gotten good on-the-job training from the NWO wankers. I don’t think that’s how they wanted it to work though, haha.

~ Dooney

A bit of a break…for now

Ever since our birthdays in late June, Stevo and I have enjoyed a bit of a respite from heavy etheric attacks. According to the Cards of Destiny, the energy in your life changes on your birthday and the challenges you were dealing with from one birthday to the next change to a different set of challenges. Oh joy! :-)

Actually, I find the Cards to be very accurate in my life and other folks have told me the same thing. This coming year is apparently going to be more challenging for Stevo and myself, and this past year has been preparation for that. It doesn’t mean we have to go into fear about it, but just be aware that things are probably going to come up that we have to handle with grace and courage.

That’s the real challenge of life isn’t it? I was talking to a friend the other day who was worried about the rumored FEMA camps in the U.S. and all the other intense information that’s out there on the internet right now. I told her there is always going to be some fear challenge out there, especially for those who are awake, but the key is to not get stuck in the fear vibe. Fear is normal but I think the trick is to feel it, process it and move beyond it.

Most of the information out there is meant to put you in fear, so that the darksiders can feed off of it. That’s how they work. They literally feed their energy system on your fear. That’s why there’s so much bad news out there. So, do your best to cut off their energy supply – don’t let them feed on your fear. It’s a simple concept but not really easy to do. It takes focus and commitment, and you have to learn the etheric skills to do it. Bad things are going to happen in life sometimes, sure. It’s not all rainbows and unicorns out there, but how you deal with it is the key.

~ Dooney

Just another small miracle

Last fall Carol gave me a little pocket-sized statue of Jesus and Mary Magdalene that she picked up on her last trip to France. It’s supposed to be like a talisman, and I did carry it in my pocket for several weeks. One day, it was simply gone – kind of like my Mary Magdalene HP that I posted about a while ago.

Well…the other day I was hanging up clean clothes in my closet, moving things around, and something dropped on the floor. Lo and behold, it was my little talisman! So what is the deal with my closet? I figure there’s a portal there. We know for sure the NSA was using it to send cloaked wankers into our house for a while. Stevo saw one of them once. We’ve got an HHG up there so maybe now it’s only being used for friendly ghosts who are returning the stuff the NSA has stolen from me.

Who knows…life continues to be stranger than fiction.

~ Dooney :-)

A good day to die

Yesterday I woke up and was immediately psychically attacked. I felt a headache while laying in bed, which is unusual for me, and as I got up and started my morning routine I felt worse and worse. By the time I finished making the coffee, I felt like I was going to die. I went to lay down on the couch and Stevo told me I was being attacked and started boosting me.

It was quite strange. I felt all the energy leaving my body. Other than the headache I wasn’t feeling pain. My heart didn’t hurt like a heart attack, I just felt like I was going to throw up, pass out and die. Stevo told me that someone was cording my 3rd chakra with a huge energy cord, which explains the feeling that my energy was draining away…it was! So he handed my a big Golden Lemurian and I started boosting my attacker while Stevo was working on me.

This is the hardest time to boost, when you feel awful like that, but it’s also the most important time to boost. You have to defend yourself. What if Stevo wasn’t there when this happened? I would have had to do it myself. It’s important to fight back and not be a victim and sometimes you have to do it in very difficult circumstances, such as being attacked or watching a loved one being attacked. When my dogs were being attacked a few months ago it was hard to concentrate on boosting, but we did it. If you can just remember to boost and do it for 15 seconds or so, suddenly it will become easier, then you can continue to fend off the attack and send the energy back to your attacker.

I realize this is difficult. I’m not saying it’s not, and I’m so lucky to have a husband who can help me. But if you are being attacked you have to fight for your life. As the old saying goes, “Don’t get mad, get even”. I’d amend that to say “don’t get mad, get loving”. :-)

The Native Americans will say “this is a good day to die”. Yesterday was a good day to die for me, but I chose to live instead.

~ Dooney

Only a coward would attack a dog!


Brave Sammy wearing one of Aunt Carol’s HP’s.

It’s been a strange weekend here at Casa Smith-Weise. Yesterday morning Sammy came in from his morning constitutional shaking and gagging like he was about to throw up. We immediately put the zapper on him thinking he may have eaten something outside that disagreed with him. The day before he had developed a couple of hives on his head but they went away overnight. So, zapping, and I ran energy on him and then we gave him some charcoal biscuits to soak up any toxins he might have ingested. After a couple of hours he was much better and that afternoon he was back to normal in every way. Yay!

This morning, it happened all over again. If he had eaten something two days previously that upset him, it would have passed out of him by now since he’d had several bowel movements. So again I put the zapper on him and ran energy. He looked really miserable and I covered him with a blanket as he lay in front of the fireplace. Suddenly, an hour after it all started, he picked up his head, wagged his tail and was perfectly fine! At this point I became suspicious, and after talking it over with Stevo we were pretty sure this was an energy attack.

Since Sunday is our chat day, I got in the chat with Carol, and Don was able to join us from Belize, where he and Francisco are on the first leg of their Costa Rican journey. I told Carol what was going on and that we suspected beaming and she confirmed it immediately. We saw that it was coming from a satellite, not locally, and it was coming from two sources. We put a dome of mirrors up, or I should say Carol’s alter ego Giant Carol did, and I put mirrors around Stevo and myself and all our animals.

Then, we went hunting. Rather than go up a chain of command of attackers like we used to, I simply asked to see the source of the beaming. I got a flash of an image – a praying mantis. I didn’t actually type into the chat window that I saw a praying mantis, just that I saw an insect. A minute later, Carol typed in the words praying mantis. :-)

So yes, my life is weirder than science fiction. We were being beamed with some kind of scalar wave by a giant praying mantis. Oh, did I mention the bug was doing this from another dimension? They can’t attack us from our own timeline anymore because it’s to easy for us to see and disable them, so for more than a year they’ve been attacking us from other dimensions, kind of like hiding in a hunting blind. Luckily, our etheric friends have helped us see this tactic and we are still able to stop attacks and disable the attackers.

Today was no different. I realized in talking to Carol and Don that several things that happened this weekend pointed to an attack. The way Sammy became suddenly ill, then suddenly well, like a switch had been flipped; me waking up with a sore back on Saturday for no reason; a little rosemary tree that had been in the window to get some sunshine was suddenly dead like it had been fried; at the same time Sammy was sick, Molly was wheezing and our cat Boots was throwing up. I think they have been trying to beam us through the windows. They can’t just come through the roof anymore because when we had our roof rebuilt 2 years ago we had the builders put high-grade aluminum foil and orgonite all over the roof. Stevo and I both wear HP’s 24/7 so beaming doesn’t really affect us much, but the dogs were vulnerable when they went outside. So, I rigged up a couple of extra HP’s to their collars for protection.

I feel this was a direct reprisal for helping Don and Francisco on Friday afternoon as they waded through the red tape in Customs in Belize. Stevo and I boosted for several hours. Carol also felt really strange energy at her house all weekend. We found that Giant Carol had already protected her with a mirrored dome. The darksiders don’t want any of the Carribean area gifted, of course, and they don’t want Don to establish any ties in Costa Rica. Too bad, so sad, as Carol said today. The NWO got mad at us for helping and couldn’t really get to us, so they attacked our dogs. Talk about cowardly behavior! Shame on you, you secret handshake wankers!

[Edit: About 10 minutes after posting this, Sammy’s head broke out in hives, but only on the right side, just like the other night. I put the HP on him and the bumps immediately started to go away. We’re boosting bugs now!]

~ Dooney