Pauline Evanosky : December 2025

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

A New Book Project

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I asked my husband yesterday what he would consider to be a good schedule to write a book. I have recently, over the last six months, adhered to a writing schedule in which I wrote about 10 stories/short pieces every week. The requirement was that they be psychic in nature for my Talking to Spirit website, related to writing here at PaulineEvanosky.com, and related to pretty much anything at my places on Substack and Medium.

Or I could rant a bit and reflect upon that. It’s interesting to me how we have these hard lessons, and they are different for everybody, but how we can learn from each and every one of them. I don’t know what your particular lessons are, but mine have centered on how I view myself, how failure isn’t really failure, and just life in general.

Anyway, the idea is two-fold. I want to create a little bits and pieces JavaScript for TalkingtoSpirit where I could introduce one little step at a time that over time would build up and be a foundation anybody could use to tap into their own psychic nature. Eventually, all these little bits and pieces would end up in a book. That’s why I’m writing this in this blog as a writer.

So, my question was: Does something have to drop by the wayside to make way for this project?

My idea would be that, yes, I’d need to clear enough room for writing a book. I’ve actually written several books. I dropped everything to do these projects. Nothing, however, has ever been published. But I wrote the books.

I could get lost in a five-hour chunk of time. All of my energies pointed toward the task at hand. So, when I asked my husband, who is also a writer, though of a historical bent, what he thought about the idea of me writing for 4 hours a day on the book from 10 am to 2 pm every day, he said, No, he wouldn’t recommend it. He said four hours was too much. Two hours would be better. Then I could also jam in whatever else I wanted to do with the time left. Two hours sounds better to me, anyhow.

Now, there was a time when the psychic/spiritual side of me would have thought being lost in a meditation to the tune of longer than 20 minutes would be glorious. In the beginning, it would take me at least that amount of time to relax into the meditation, and after that, it was just short. I heard from so many people who said things like, “Oh, I meditated for three hours and was so much the better for it. I am so enlightened now that I won’t need to reincarnate ever again.” That’s just delusional thinking, I think.

The thing with being deep in a meditation for that amount of time is that you get the blowback of all your emotional problems. They rise to the surface, demanding that you look at them. How this manifests in your life is that you get super cranky. You have fights with everybody. Life is bad. Nobody sees things the same way you do. It’s just a mess and you are miserable.

You need to deal with it. Having a meditation coach might help. I don’t know that I’ve ever had one myself, but I’ve been told it is almost essential for long, drawn-out meditations. This shit rises to the surface automatically. If you aren’t prepared to handle it, it will kick you in the behind.

Or you can sign up for some therapy. I’ve had spots of therapy through the years, and although not everybody could get on board with the idea that I talk to dead people, they had good suggestions.

Additionally, you are never completely cured. The thing with therapy is that the therapist asks you why you have made an appointment. You tell them you are unhappy. Or whatever. A conversation ensues. You talk about what’s going on in your life. Your therapist has some suggestions for things that you can do, and you feel better about yourself and life.

Over time, life is good again, and you and your therapist part ways. Life continues until your buttons get pushed again. Anything could set them off. A death in the family, getting fired or let go from your job, or graduating with honors. Anything good, bad, or indifferent could set you off. You think, “That therapist didn’t help me. Phooey on any more therapy.”

No, no, no, no.

The therapist helped you to the extent that you got back into living. Something kneed you in the groin, and it was like nothing was ever solved. Au contraire. What happened is that the Universe, or God, or your higher self decided you were ready to do some more healing.

The first healing was good. But, you’ve got more to do.

So, the fact that I wrote all those books in isolation, well, maybe I shouldn’t do that again. Maybe two hours a day, to plan, to write chunks for each of the chapters, and then somehow narrow it all down to a logical plan. That sounds good to me.

However, I feel I need to get back to some basics again. The basics I have recommended to people who have expressed interest in learning how to be more psychically aware.

Here’s my plan:

January 1^st quickly approaches. I would like to start reading the lessons in A Course in Miracles again. There are 365 of them; the channeled course is intended to last a year. I only ever got halfway through, so now, I have the opportunity to read it again. Additionally, there is a workbook for the course I never cracked open and a third section for teachers. Go to ACIM.org to see the book and the lessons online. Or you could buy a copy. Somewhere I have one (or two), and I’ve also got one on my Kindle. It’s a good investment. I guarantee it will change your life.

Read Opening to Channel by Sanaya Roman andDuane Packer again. It was this book that finally allowed me to learn how to channel. Again, a life changer.

And it doesn’t matter whether you are a reporter, a scientist, a lawyer, a bookkeeper, or a policeman. Both of those books will help you to be a better human being.

So, this might be an insight into how I am approaching a big book project. Tell me if you’re thinking about doing something similar this year. I’d love to hear about it.

Hey, thanks for reading. For your convenience or curiosity, I’ve listed some other places where I’m active on the internet.

Love,

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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The Best Stuff for Kids on YouTube
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Pauline Evanosky on Medium
Talking To Spirit on Substack
Talking To Spirit — my website
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Thursday, December 25, 2025

A Writing Exercise While Listening to Theta Waves

Now, this was interesting. I wasn't sure what I was going to write about for today's blog post. First of all, it is Christmas Day, and I'd like to say Happy Holidays to any who might find themselves here reading.

Secondly, I've been fiddling around all morning on YouTube and happened upon a YouTube Short where they featured Sound waves at 396 Hz with 7 Hz Theta waves. I inserted the video below.

Years ago, when I was trying to learn how to be a psychic channel, I began listening to various sound waves. All I can say is they work, so because of my past experience, I sat here listening to them while I penned the following conversation.

I can only say it came to me quickly. I might say it was a writing exercise, but also to see what could be nudged out of my brain. Some of it actually did happen to me. The conversation is between various health care professionals and me. I will say that if a doctor prescribes medicine for you, you should take it. The side effects, though, were real and continue to plague me. The diarrhea queen.

Imaginary conversational exercise commences:

*This is good for you.

It tastes like crap.

*You’ll get used to it.

It gives me diarrhea.

*Well, that’s a side effect.

Now, I’m depressed.

*Let me give you some pills.

I don’t think they are helping.

*Well, I’m not sure what else to do.

If you felt this way, would you want a health care professional like yourself?

*I know people.

Well, I do too. Not all of them are alive. I think I’ll ask them.

*Good luck with that.

Time passes.

*Well, you look better. How has it been going?

Really good.

*Your test results show you have improved a lot.

It happens.

*What does?

I stopped taking all the medicines.

*We don’t recommend that.

Didn’t you say my test results are better?

*Yes, but that can be a false positive.

A false positive? Sounds pretty real to me.

*I’m going to put a note in your file that you are deliberately ignoring medical advice.

Look, the medical advice wasn’t very good. What I did seems to be encouraging desired results. And you’re going to blame me?

*Yes. Against medical advice, you have refused the advised treatment.

I have a headache.

*I’m sure you do.

The preceding conversation was recorded as I listened to a YouTube short featuring Theta waves. So there.

I won’t say I’m healed, but I sure feel better.

Hey, thanks for reading. For your convenience or curiosity, I’ve listed some other places where I’m active on the internet.

Love,

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Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Life-Lessons are Tough

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My idea for this piece is to push myself to do the things I want to do. I could push myself with my writing, which I have done during the last year in terms of productivity. I had a feeling that the blank page syndrome I’d experienced for so many years was something I could try to cure. I am happy to say I think I’ve cured it. For the most part, at least, in regard to the articles I write about the things I observe, wonder about, or that bother me.

I recently thought to myself, if I could have a word, I would write about. I do that with my Do Good File, which never gets published. It’s a take on a first thing in the morning habit from James Clear, where he suggested you think of something uplifting as your feet hit the floor when you get out of bed. Mostly, I have to pee about then, so the habit didn’t stick with me. Later on, I thought to myself, “Well, I’m a writer. Maybe I could write about something inspirational to the tune of 200 or so words each day.” I don’t always make it, but I’ve been trying. Sometimes, I couldn’t think of anything uplifting to say, and that’s where I’d grab at one word and just write about that word on the days I couldn’t think of anything. I remember Hope being such a word. I think I wrote for almost a month about Hope.

I might start a new habit of writing about one word on the days when I need to write something that will eventually be published. Just enlarging on an already established habit. I think that might be interesting to try. Instead of 200 words bump it up to 600 words or so.

Speaking of life lessons, one of my favorite YouTube channels is a couple who, for the last five years, have been building their own house. There is a three-car garage off to the side of the house, which they’ve also built, and a small, cozy overnighter apartment on top of the garage. The problem is that they have heavy snow in the winter and live on top of a mountain, so the time they can get deliveries to work on the build stops in the wintertime.

They try to do as much as possible on their own, but there are some tasks that are just too far above their skill level or distasteful, so they rely on others to do them. Here comes the problem because at some point, there is a lot of complaining and finger-pointing that goes on. Who likes to hear that?

As a motivational writer and someone who had to learn the hard way, the quicker you take responsibility for your life, and the faster you can forgive people, yourself included, the easier your life is going to be.

However, I realize from personal experience that accepting responsibility for your life is a very, very hard thing to do.

Before that, being able to acknowledge to yourself that you are indeed responsible for your life, you’ve spent years blaming everybody else for whatever makes you unhappy.

Now, here is my learning: I shouldn’t let that bother me when people insist they are getting the short end of the stick or that somebody has tricked them. As a human being, I can’t change anyone. I can certainly put my advice out there, but as I recall in my own life, people would say things to me that sounded like they were a foreign language. It was so far away from what I had experienced that it would sound like they were giving advice to alien travelers as they anticipated a vacation stay on Earth.

Don’t eat the locals.

Remember when you were growing up, and your parents would tell you not to do something? I remember in second grade having a friend named Stephen. I loved him. I assume he loved me. We hung out at recess. I can remember kissing him on the cheek. Shortly thereafter, I got a scolding from a teacher. I didn’t understand what was wrong. If you love somebody, you kiss them. Right? Evidently not. We were no longer allowed to be friends. He was my first boyfriend. The next time I had a boyfriend was at least a good 10 years later.

What lesson did I learn from that experience? I’d have to think about it some. Certainly, having a boyfriend and kissing were all wrong. I’d been a bad girl. What else? That people were watching me and waiting to pounce on me for breaking a rule I didn’t even know was a rule.

After that, making friends of either sex was difficult for me. Moving around a lot, I suppose, didn’t help, but it was very good for my becoming an avid, life-long reader and eventually a writer. In some way, the scales tend to balance themselves out.

I suppose this is a three-parter piece of advice.

Accept responsibility for your own life.
Don’t be so hard on other people, or even on yourself, for how you or they act.
Enjoy life. It’s the only one you’ve got right now.

Another thing I’ve noticed about myself. I tend to worry about things. I’ve always been that way. I felt like Chicken Little with the sky that was expected to fall at any minute. Well into my adulthood, I’ve been an expert worrier. But now I try to catch myself periodically to see myself almost from a distance, thinking that I’m worrying overmuch about something. Some things you can address, like if you need a new pair of glasses. Make an appointment to get your eyes checked, a new prescription issued, and buy some glasses.

Many things you worry about are things you can solve. Or that you accept.

I was newly married and tried to keep our house like my mother did, which was beautiful. Except, it turned out my husband was a slob. I got really frustrated those first couple of years of being married, when you could see the path Dennis took through the house when he got home from work. Here’s one shoe kicked off in the dining room. The other shoe makes it three feet later on the other side. There go his socks, again, one on either side of the hallway. Then, his pants, his shirt, his underpants. All of them on the floor. I would ask him to pick them up and not fling them every which way, but it went in one ear and out the other. The solution? I became a slob too. That’s been good for fifty years. Now, it’s funny when he complains about how messy my study is. I throw him out and tell him he is not allowed in the room. He's cleaned up before, and for years afterward, I can’t find things. It used to bother me. Now I just buy new things.

What bothers me is that his brother took a backhoe and buried all their father’s stuff in the back pasture. Dennis thought it was funny. Would I put it past him to do that with my stuff? Actually, no. Except that we have neither a pasture nor a backhoe.

I cleaned up a week or so ago to make room for our 2025 tax prep, and my stuff was moved. I couldn’t find my daily planner. I couldn’t find the stapler. I couldn’t find my ruler. I couldn’t find my red pen. The anger built up faster and faster, and I had only myself to blame. I cleaned up and could not find stuff. Luckily, I calmed down, and my desk area slowly came back into focus, and today I’ve gotten back to work.

These are the life-long lessons. We never really learn things completely. At least, I don’t. I think I’ve got it under control, and then something happens to prove there are nuanced levels of learning involved in so many things.

Hey, thanks for reading. For your convenience or curiosity, I’ve listed some other places where I’m active on the internet. See you next time.

Love,

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Thursday, December 18, 2025

Courage

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As a writer, I have followed a schedule of sorts for some time. Part of my schedule includes writing every day. Some of the things I write are never intended to be published. They are pieces I write as an observation, or that serve as an exercise. Sure, these idle thoughts could certainly lead somewhere in the future. An idea that grows legs and begins to walk with a purpose. Not all of the things I write in these private places always bear fruit, but they are all important.

Why?

I’m not sure why, but they are important. It’s a regular practice. For me, it is the writing. But drawing a zentangle every morning could be just as important. Perhaps a crossword puzzle. Perhaps reading a blog somebody writes. Perhaps you have a book by someone who seeks to motivate others. All you need to do is dip into that book for a few pages.

Feed the beast. Ha. As if you were a beast. But everybody needs to be fed on a regular basis. I think your inner self needs some of that, too.

Something that stopped me from writing was the idea that I wasn’t good enough. That phase lasted years for me. Until I finally got over it. For the most part, anyway.

There will always be critics out there. There will always be someone who wants to shoot down others for whatever their personal reasons are. You have no control over that. Sure, you can sit there and complain about it, but think of how much energy it takes to complain? Why do you think the word pain is in complain?

A major life lesson for me was to realize that I had no control over other people or situations. It wasn’t possible. I couldn’t make somebody love me. I could not imagine a job that paid all that I wanted it to pay. I slowly came to the realization that I could control what I did and what I chose to react to. I could not control others.

I remember somebody told a story about the Buddha who was teaching at the side of the road. There were hecklers all around in the crowd that had gathered to hear him teach. He was serene. He ignored them. He had a student who, after the teaching was over, approached the Buddha and said, “Why did you not get angry at them?” The Buddha said, “They offered me a gift that I did not accept.”

Think of it. Anger and how it might not even bother you. How it might slide off your back like water off a duck’s back? Sunny day or stormy day. It’s the same. You can do what you want to do in spite of the weather, in spite of the hecklers, until finally they don’t bother you at all. Imagine being able to live a life like that.

For now, I wait upon the spark of inspiration. Somehow, though, I think I might be barking up the wrong tree with that. If I open my eyes, I think inspiration will always be there. I need not worry that it won’t be there for me, because I think I am growing to believe that it will always be there.

It can be so for you too.

Hey, thanks for reading. For your convenience or curiosity, I’ve listed some other places where I’m active on the internet.

Love,

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

🌺My Links:

The Best Stuff for Kids on YouTube

Just Passing Through on YouTube
Talking To Spirit on YouTube
Pauline Evanosky on Medium
Talking To Spirit on Substack
Talking To Spirit — my website
Pauline Evanosky — my author’s website
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References I recommend on your path to more psychic awareness

Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Dreams, Characters in Spirit, and Writing

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It’s early morning yet. I awakened more than an hour earlier than I normally do and decided to start my day that much earlier. I’d awakened from a disturbing dream, a cat I was trying to save, and a husband who had reorganized the house so I could not find what I needed to tend to our cat. There were also a couple of legal matters that needed attending to. It wasn’t the best of dreams. My arm was aching from how I’d lain on it, and my mouth was full of cotton wool. It just wasn’t an inviting thought to go back to bed.

I’d done the usual stuff, like feeding my cats breakfast. Even though it was still dark outside, they were happy to have it. It’s amazing that you can still hear a cat’s pleasure even through their silence as they attended a two-course meal in their respective bowls.

I took care of the other stuff: setting out our medicines and vitamins for the day, then brewing myself a nice cup of coffee with chocolate dairy creamer. The world was perfect. I settled down with a new book. It’s actually the second volume of a new series about FBI agents in Washington, D.C.

The main character, Tara, has been wrestling with some emotional stuff and intends to visit her father, whom she hasn’t seen since she was a little girl. The first book (and yes, it’s better when you read them in order) is “One Last Step” by Sarah Sutton. If you have a Kindle or a Kindle app on your phone or computer, the book is free. The one I’m reading now is the second book in the series, “One Last Breath”.

At one point, the mother-in-law, who is nosier than anything, butts in again. Tara says something about her mother-in-law not having any boundaries. To my way of thinking, Tara doesn’t have any boundaries; otherwise, the MIL wouldn’t cross them. It would be more accurate to say the MIL doesn’t respect boundaries. At least, that’s what I think.

With that on my mind, I spoke to my would-be character in Spirit, Claire. I asked her what she thought. She said something that surprised me. She said that the meany in the story need not be a mother-in-law. That’s when I realized I hadn’t made an appointment to talk to her, and I felt it was both an important thing to mention about Spirit, but also to announce her presence in my literary life.

So, the purpose of this story is that you don’t need to wait for an appropriate time to talk with Spirit, you also don’t need to make an appointment. When I was younger, I thought the only time God would listen to me was in church. I had to grow up enough to realize that Spirit, or God, is everywhere and will listen anytime you want to talk.

If you’re lucky enough to be a psychic channel, then it’s easy enough for you to have a conversation.

The thought of being able to converse with Spirit comes in handy when you are grieving the loss of a loved one. You don’t have to say, “I wish I had said I love you.” Say it after they have passed. In fact, you don’t need to be standing in the cemetery to say it. Say it while you are brushing your teeth or doing the dishes.

When I was a newbie psychic channel, it took me a long time to get into the zone. I’d need to make sure the light was right, the phone was off, and the music was appropriate. I’d make sure my stones were handy. I especially liked the moldavite and rutilated quartz, both stones recommended for connecting with Spirit. Sometimes, I burned sage. I’d do whatever it was that others recommended to get into a good channeling space, to make my surroundings the best possible for communication with Spirit could be.

I don’t do that anymore. I don’t need to. Once that door is open, going through it each time gets easier. I realize that other psychics will caution people that they need to be grounded and their aura clear, but I’m okay not doing it. Of course, I’ve been channeling since 1993, so it's been a while.

The one thing I caution is that the person doing the channeling is not schizophrenic or under a doctor’s care for a mental issue. I also make them promise they will attend to whatever mental upset comes their way by being open to going to psychotherapy.

Channeling is not for the faint of heart, because issues will arise that you would usually take 25 years to solve. When you are channeling? No, you are on the fast track now to clear all that stuff up. Why else to channel? Because you are going to be of service to others. To do that effectively, you need to be mentally clear.

In any case, that is my public service announcement for the morning. Anyone can channel. We are born that way. As we grow, we typically grow into the people around us. If you are lucky enough to have somebody close who is psychic, you might be prepared for it to happen to you. I have a feeling that most people don’t. I’m still getting friction from people I know. But that’s okay. It doesn’t affect who I am.

So, no appointment needed. An unseen bonus is that you can talk to your literary characters if you want to. Someday, I might get a book done with Gloria and some as-yet-unnamed male character who constantly reincarnate together through the ages. It sounds exciting to me and will be my second stab at a piece of fiction, but incorporating many of the things I learned once I became a psychic channel.

Hey, thanks for reading. For your convenience or curiosity, I’ve listed some other places where I’m active on the internet.

Love,

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Thursday, December 11, 2025

What If - About Character Development

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I’ve been watching one of the Masterclass.com classes. This one is on acting and is presented by Samuel L. Jackson. It is a behind-the-scenes look at what he, as an actor, thinks about as he’s getting ready to play a new character. He is also teaching some actors in the class about how he does it.

I am not an actor, yet, as a writer, I felt compelled to sign up for this class because I do invent figures for stories. It’s complicated because I also work with Spirit as a psychic channel. Spirit is in my work, whether it is a conscious thing or a magical, helpful part of my team. Also, I like Samuel L. Jackson.

There are 21 lessons in the course, and I’ve only done the first six. There is much more to come. I want to address one thing I am learning from this class. That is what I’m thinking of as “What if?”

The exercise, as an actor and as a writer, is to think about what if your character does something that is not included in the script? How would they react to slipping on a sidewalk in front of a bunch of people they are usually very business-like with? Or, what if they were faced with a moral dilemma? This has teased away at part of me for a long time, when I think about the characters I want to write about. The funny thing is, once I felt they would leap fully formed from the pages of whatever book I was writing.

In truth, many of them have come to me via Spirit. We’ve enjoyed conversations, but I’ve never gotten as far as creating a fully fleshed-out character.

Somehow, all this time, I have been writing personal essays and such. I’ve got a wealth of experience to draw on and still manage to be truthful, what with being 70 years old and a psychic channel. And a lifelong reader. Lifelong, from about the third grade, I suppose. That was when I was given a social studies book where a family uprooted themselves, moved West, and created a new town. The book was supposed to last us all year. I read it over the weekend. My teacher was not pleased with me. However, that is also the school where I took an advanced reading course. There was a machine we looked at that guided our eyes from line to line.

As an adult, I knew that I read quickly, and once I set out to discover just how quickly. I tested it twice (there are lots of places online, just ask Google) and came up with a figure in the 600s. This is when your eyes trace an S on the page, and you get it in one swoop. However, this is not enjoyable reading. It is speed reading. I don’t do it often. I much prefer to just read.

Okay, for purposes of research, I found a place online called ReadingSoft.com. I didn’t spend a whole lot of time looking for it. It was the second one listed when I Googled it. I tested at 285 words a minute, which is an average speed. Of course, they would sell you a program to increase your speed, but I’m not sure I really need it right now. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, it would be valuable to be able to read and comprehend whatever material you are reading, especially if you were in a class-like setting.

I do know there was a word that caught me up. My eyes aren’t the greatest these days, and I am overdue for an eye test and new glasses. My old glasses are full of scratches and pits that occlude whatever I am reading. Anyway, the word in the reading selection was sprinter. I mistook it for the word 'sphincter,' which threw me for a bit. I had to go back and read it again just because I couldn’t believe my eyes. It just didn’t make sense.

I went back to watch the class for a minute just now and realized why I’ve been stilled upon Lesson six all this time. It’s because the character of Jules in Pulp Fiction, which is the character they are talking about right now, is both a bad person and a good person at the same time. This is something I’ve been tussling with for years. The change of heart that a person can experience in their life is absolutely fascinating to me. I may go back and watch this lesson again, probably for the third time. If you'd like to see the scene we've been talking about go to YouTube and put Ezekiel 25:17 Pulp Fiction in the search area. I was going to do it for you, but you know what? As a reader and very likely a writer yourself, you need to work for this. It's how one man goes about having a change of heart.

One of the things that Spirit has taught me is that there is no Hell. There just isn’t. They did say that there are hot spots in Heaven, which made me giggle. I think they were serious about it. People continue learning after this lifetime is over. We reincarnate, and sometimes what we continue working on are the lessons we never quite mastered in our first lifetime. However, some lessons absolutely require more than one lifetime to complete. The judging that goes on when you get to those pearly gates of Heaven? That is, you and your spiritual teachers discussing things. Mostly, it is you, now as your higher self, determining just how you did with input from those spiritual advisors.

Then, you might remain in Heaven for 750 more years to work on all of that or reincarnate to do some more work. It’s all sort of hazy to me, even with this pat explanation. I remember once Seth, my Spirit Guide, said they even let lawyers into Heaven.

So, whatever I write will include the moral dilemmas that people face.

Thanks for reading. For your convenience or curiosity, I’ve listed some other places where I’m active on the internet.

Love,

🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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Tuesday, December 9, 2025

When Millie Drools

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Millie, her sister Molly, and Stanley, their younger brother, are the cats in our family. They all have their own personalities. Stanley is independent and likes my husband best of all. The other night, Dennis was walking down the hallway toward our bedroom. It had gotten dark early, which happens in late November. Stanley pranced along ahead of him, turning occasionally to talk to him. Just telling him all about it. Sometimes, I think it might be a commentary on his day and how he sat outside on the patio in the sunshine, watching the world go by. Or, how he warned us about the dreaded Amazon guy coming up onto our porch, or the dreaded trash truck rumbling by.

Molly and Millie are about six months older than Stanley. Mama Cat must have gotten a date night in there when we weren’t paying attention. Stanley was the only cat in the litter. She had him inside the house, and we searched high and low for other littermates, but never found any. It was just this precious little cat we named Stanley.

Molly likes a cat hammock we got somewhere along the way. It sits outside and is piled high with a cushion and a lush blanket.

Millie goes outside, too, though I have yet to see where she likes to lie down. There are lots of places on that small patio that they can use. There is an old, overstuffed recliner in the corner. It’s a La-Z-Boy that broke once upon a time. We’d gotten it as far as the patio on its way to the dump, but then we saw the cats enjoying it and decided to keep it. Yes, it gets rained on when the weather is like that, but they all love it. I suppose someday we will be throwing it out, but until then, it belongs to the cats. There is an ottoman with a couple of rugs on top and a cushioned cat bed underneath. It’s sort of like a cat bunk bed. There is a plastic storage container under the long table that is out there that Stanley has claimed as his spot. It sports a lovely soft blanket.

Over the years, I have acquired a lot of blankets from Goodwill. For the most part, these are crib blankets. Babies, I have to tell you these are the best blankets for my cats.

They all purr when they are happy. Stanley has a quiet purr. You almost can’t hear it. Molly has a louder purr as does her sister Millie. You can really tell Millie is happy when she drools. It’s a good thing my Kindle is waterproof.

Right now, at 1:45 pm, they are all on my side of the bed sleeping. Hey, cats take naps, right? Millie has a special place to sleep at night. She comes up and starts kneading on my pillow. I can tell it won’t be any more than 15 seconds before she starts drooling. Sometimes, she gets me in the face, but I have learned to have her keep her distance until she settles down. She backs up like a Mac truck into the crook of my arm. Unfortunately, her butt is usually in my face, so there’s always a bit of rearranging that goes on.

She doesn’t stay long. Sometimes, I am still awake when she leaves, other times she leaves after I’ve gone to sleep. This morning, though, she came to be with me as I was waking up.

You know it is absolutely thrilling to be told you are loved. It’s what my cats do for us.

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Thursday, December 4, 2025

The Surprising Path to Serenity

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The goal might be to live a serene life. That’s the goal. How well are you doing? Right now, there is a week left in November 2025. I am currently writing stories scheduled for the beginning of December. And I am panicking.

Why? Because, for me, I like to see at least five or six stories circling above the various platforms I write on. Presently, I’ve got about three on average. It’s not enough for me. I can sit here on a lazy Sunday morning, having already written one article, feeling this rising panic. That is definitely not serene.

That it is of my own making is one thing to consider. There is no publisher or agent knocking at my door, asking where the articles they’ve been promised are. In fact, I doubt anybody would be upset if I didn’t write for a time. So, what’s wrong with me?

It is certainly not a sense of serenity. It is panic. Why?

Okay, consider this. If you realized you had a skin condition, what would you think? Is this something you would worry about? Would you consider that maybe you need to address something in your diet? Does worrying make you sick? I think so. Could worry have brought about an annoying case of pimples or eczema?

Regularly scheduled periods of serenity.

Maybe. It’s like when you are learning how to meditate, you don’t want to go overboard. You want to ease into it. You want to enjoy it. It’s not a job. It’s something you are doing for whatever reason you are doing it. Perhaps you want to experience the peace of God or of Spirit more than you do now. Maybe you think you will be a better writer if you meditate.

Meditation can help you towards those goals. Meditating on specific things can also.

Sometimes, I like to drift. But meditation can also help you to answer questions that you’ve been having. Like, why am I so worried all the time? That would be a really good one for me. I might not like the answers, but then who does?

If I were in a life of serenity, I would be just as pleased to empty the garbage as I would be to bake some bread or write an article.

So, perhaps the goal is to even out the names I assign to different activities.

You know what? I just felt the answer come over me, right while I am writing this article.

The big thing looming over me right now is our 2025 finances. Mostly, I ignore them. As long as there is enough money to pay the rent and buy groceries, I don’t have to think about them. Now, though, I need to get them done, not like last year, when I waited until February to begin. Now is the time to get started, and the first step will be downloading and printing the statements for the different accounts we have.

I feel more serene already. Getting that answer, though? That was a shocker. It overwhelmed me. I’m still feeling it.

The answer.

Was right there all along.

Read “Focusing” by Eugene Gendlin to learn how to ask your body for answers. That feeling that came over me when I realized all I had to do was start working on our 20205 finances? That’s exactly how he describes the sense of relief a person feels when they solve their own problems. An overwhelming sense of serenity.

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