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(UBC) Day 23: The power behind the throne

By Lisa Wechtenhiser

royal catLet’s pretend I’m the Queen, okay? (In my own kingdom, I totally rule, yo!)

This Queen wishes to pay tribute to those who help her do the work of her soul each and every day.

First up: my best friend, my partner in snark, creator of my pretty website and all around awesome chick – Anni Hayden Lane of Intuitive Picture

If you have just one friend like this in your life, consider yourself richly blessed because I surely do.

She’s been with me in good times, in not-so-good times and she treats this site like it’s her baby. Full of heart, love and extraordinary graphic skills, Anni’s my bestie even though we have never met in person. I would not be where I am today without her help, love, support and willingness to keep me looking forward and moving even through the hard times and celebrates with me all the good times, too. If ever there’s a power behind this girl’s throne, it’s Anni.

Next up: my coach and my confidant since 2009: Jaelin Reece of Illuminations Network She makes deep healing work seem effortless and always knows when to guide me to the next level. Funny and smart (not to mention she’s able to hear my guides better than I hear them), Jaelin was the right person for me at exactly the right time. She models the very best things a coach can be and I’m happy the Universe delivered her to me just as PI was getting started.

Finally, the masculine power behind this girl’s throne – my husband Bill (also known online as “Duty” because 20 years in the Navy teaches one to be oh-so-dutiful).

Despite not really “getting” what it is I actually do, he supports me in the very best way he knows how. Whether I’m spending a week at a seminary on a hill in Oklahoma, considering walking on fire with Edwene Gaines or spending my evenings writing or doing readings, he’s always there, pushing me to go higher and higher and be my best self. Many’s the time early in our marriage that I wondered why we were drawn to each other because we are so different. Hindsight, she is 20/20 because he is the rock that grounds me so I can fly. (I loves him muchly.)

None of us walk our path alone (unless we choose that, of course). I am fortunate to have so much love and support around me even though what I’m doing is sometimes hard to understand if you’re not familiar with “the woo”.

The cool thing is, all you have to do is commit to your soul work and ask the Universe (God / Creator) for whatever you need to help you do that and POOF! It shows up. It really does. May not look like what you expect but sure enough, it’s what you need.

Sending much love and enormous thanks to all those who make my path a bit smoother from intuitive friends, clients and those of you reading and leaving comments. You all really do lift me higher.

From my cold dead hands, you will ….

…. take my 40 years of journals, I say!

Pray tell, Lisa, what prompted this odd declaration that makes no sense to anyone?

My good pal Lindsay over at The Daily Awe wrote a post today talking about making room (for her wee baby-on-the-way) and that involved giving away lots of books.

And I’m down with that, you know?

I donate tons of books to the Queen Anne’s Hospice store. They now have quite the metaphysical library there courtesy of this mystical chick.

We’re all good with that.

What brought about this declaration was Lindsay’s comments that she’s thinking of burning all her journals as well.

Should I tell you that I was in the bathroom stall at work reading that post on my phone? (No? Well, ignore that part then.)

And I was all “Oh Hell NO! I will not give up my journals! You can’t make me and I won’t!”

(Thankfully, there was no one else in the bathroom at the time or I might be writing this to you from the comfort (?) of the local mental health facility.)

I’ve kept diaries / journals since I was ten. And yes, I have them all.

It’s quite a humbling experience to go back and re-read some of them.

There’s a theme that emerges, though.

Weight and boyfriends: Too much of one, not enough of the other

Maybe that’s all I need to remember: The Life and Times of Lisa: too much chubs, not enough mens

Actually, as I commented on Lindsay’s post, I learn best by going through it myself and figuring out the pieces. I’ve always been a writer of some sort and journaling is as natural to me as breathing. (Hence why I am still going on the Ultimate Blog Challenge even though it’s officially over!)

When I think about releasing them, it makes me feel sad, uneasy and scared, honestly. Of what? I have no idea.

I don’t really want anyone to read those pages and pages and pages of whining and crying and stuff, do I? What kind of picture of me would they get? I am more than the sum of my parts words, right?

No one is forcing me to let them go but just the idea of it made me sad. What’s held in those journals that isn’t inside me somewhere?

Questions for another day.

Ponder, Ponder.

“People who work for the devil”

That was one of the search terms that brought someone to my site. I’m not quite sure how ( perhaps this post?)but such are the wonders of the internets, yes?

So, beings as I’m already in writing withdrawal (and bless those sweet souls of you who told me you’ll be in PI reading withdrawal), I thought I’d opine about this a bit.

Now, personally, I don’t believe in this character called “the devil” or Satan or Dick Cheney, whichever of the nicknames he gets called. (Okay, I’m pretty sure Dick Cheney is real but not entirely human.)

I don’t.

I’ve never believed it despite all the hub-bub about it being true.

While I wish I could give you three reasons I don’t believe Satan exists, it’s that old “I just know what I know.” thing for me.

Fine, if you insist, here are my top three reasons I don’t believe in the devil:

1) I do not believe there’s a force for evil out there as big as God is the force for good. There’s free will to do all manner of stupid stuff (and mean stuff) but I don’t accept that there’s a creature who whispers in our ear telling us to do bad things.

2) Really, IF there were a force for evil, don’t you think he’d choose a different outfit? Maybe Darth Vader’s comes close to what I’d imagine but this red jumpsuit with horns and a pitchfork? Feh. I’m not a’skeert of you! (I am a wee bit scared of Dick Cheney Darth Vader, though.)

3) My Goddaughter once told me that she thought hell was “separation from God” and that, I could get with. I don’t think God/Creator/Universe is some big judgy dude up in the sky. I don’t think there’s a “Hell” (as a place to be sent to vs. Heaven) even.

Perhaps (and I don’t know this for sure, duh) there is a process that when we transition back to the non-physical, we understand the bigger picture and what lessons we got. We review how we lived in this incarnation and work on doing it better or differently next time (if a next time is wanted). If there’s any separation from Creator, it’s by our own hand (for whatever reason). Free will, yo.

What do you think? Does the entity known as “The Devil” exist for you? Why or why not? (You don’t need to provide three reasons!)

Also too: Friday, the winner of the contest from the other day announced – a 30 minute session with yours truly – FREE!!!

Still time to leave a comment on that post!

Closes midnight eastern time Thursday

(UBC) Day 31: You know you wanted to hear about the dog!

Woo hooo!! I made it! 31 straight days of blogging! It was much easier than I thought. And I really enjoyed it! Hope you did as well.

To celebrate, I’m actually talking about the dog today!

(ha! You knew I would get there eventually!)

This is not the dog. It’s my Godson Peter. Isn’t he cute?

Five things I’ve learned by having a puppy

1) Routines help maintain sanity (mine and his!). He sleeps from 7pm-10pm and then I gently awaken him to go outside for an evening poo. He’s happy that I am on a schedule.

2) Socializing at the dog park is actually fun! It helps that he’s so cute that everyone is happy to see him (and me, by default).

Not as cute as the Godson but cute just the same

3) I have enormous compassion now for working moms who struggle to get out the door in the morning making sure everyone is dressed and has all their stuff. And I only have a dog on a leash. You can’t put your kids on a leash (can you?).

4) When I run out of small talk (30 seconds into any conversation because I abhor small talk), I can always default to discussing Brogan. People love talking about their dogs. Dog people are really nice.

5) Love takes time to build. The hubs is totally and madly in love with this dog. Me? I love him, yes, but it’s not like it was after 16 years with Max. Max was so like my child, I knew him inside and out. Brogan is like a little maniac who has come to stay with us for a while and I care about him but I’m waiting for that love to grow and deepen. I know it will. (I still really, really miss Max. Like big time.)

Thanks to everyone who left comments on all the posts for sharing your thoughts, for sharing my journey this month to step into the light more and for all the love and support.

It makes me really happy to know you are reading the stuff that’s in my head.

(Well, the stuff I put on here. You probably don’t want to be around there when I’m cleaning cat barf and whatnot!)

(UBC) Day 30: Do you do it alone??

There’s talk in political circles these days about how there are many people, services, products and wonderful inventions (oh, internets, I love you so) that helped get you to where you are.

Not surprising to anyone who knows me, I believe that we are a blend of those who have helped and influenced us (for better or worse) and not one of us got where we are today alone.

Not one of us.

Today, I’m thanking a few who have helped me get right here, right now. And wherever else it is I’m going. I am on my path because they helped me get there.

My Mom and Dad

Mom was an intuitive who “just knew things” but didn’t know what to do with that skill.

Dad was an aspiring priest who spent years in the Franciscan brotherhood before they kicked him out because of his health. (And yes, kicked him out – this was 1955, they told him to leave and gave him $50 and put him out on the street. Nice, eh?)

Together, they created me – an intuitive who “just knows things”, talks to angels and lives a deeply spiritual life. I am a blend of both their passions and gifts. I wouldn’t be me without them (literally and figuratively)

My Goddaughter Lauren

From her trip to Italy in 2004 right before she was diagnosed.

I talk about her here often – she’s the child of my soul and the sweetest, kindest, most loving person I’ve ever met.

When I jumped headfirst into the metaphysical, she trusted me enough to go there with me, even though it scared her very Catholic parents.

It was through her that I learned that the soul has lessons and intentions that make no sense to those of us who are watching and praying for other things to happen.

I learned to pray for what was in someone’s highest good and not for what my human self wanted.

And I learned that you can’t offer your life in place of another (I tried, oh how I tried, to bargain my life for hers) because it doesn’t work that way. Her soul had work to do and when it was done, she left.

She talks to me even now from the other side, letting me know that even though she’s no longer in the physical, she’s really *right there* with me like she always was. There will never be one day where I don’t miss her sweetly goofy self.

Mystery Person #33

I got squarely on my spiritual path after MP#33 departed my life quite abruptly many years ago. I had to come face-to-face with who I was and where I was going and in the depths of this depression, out came my intuitive gifts in full bloom.

This classic “dark night of the soul” could have only been put in motion by this person and in this way. For that and a lot of other reasons, it was a pivotal relationship in my life and they remain one of my greatest teachers.

The Hubs

Uncle Bill and nephew Luke

No one supports me more or wants me to succeed more than he does. Even though he doesn’t “get” a whole lot of what I do or even believes a lot of it, he believes in me and makes it his work to support me in mine.

He’s thoughtful, he’s kind, and he has a secret little heart that he shows almost no one. (Except me and the dogs, pretty much.)

I am able to do my work in the world as I want because of his support. He’s my partner, my friend and my greatest ally.

It’s so funny that this post didn’t start out being about these wonderful people. I was going to write about teachers and mentors on my path but this is what came out of my fingers today. I figured somehow my Higher Self bypassed the ego and went straight for the heart. Who knows?

Who are the people who have helped you on your path in some way?

Do you know who they are or what their role has been in that process?

And to show you that I support you on YOUR path, if you leave a comment on this post, I’ll enter your name in a contest to win a 30 minute reading – FREE!



(UBC) Day 24: TMI Tuesday: Typecasting

My friend Jenny from Aura Borealis suggested I take this test to see if it illuminated anything for me.  Turns out, it was a short Myers-Briggs and as it turns out, I am still an INFP.


You Are An INFP

(Introvert, INtuitive, Feeler, Perceiver)
INFPs represent between 4 and 5% of the U.S. population

INFPs value inner harmony above all else. Sensitive, idealistic, and loyal, they have a strong sense of honor concerning their personal values and are often passionately committed to making sure their beliefs and actions are congruent. INFPs are also extremely perceptive about people. They value their uniqueness and typically seek unconventional ways of doing things. Sensitive and empathetic, INFPs tend to be exceptionally adept at reading between the lines. Although they demonstrate cool reserve on the outside, INFPs care deeply inside.

They are compassionate, sympathetic, understanding and very sensitive to the feelings of others. They avoid conflict and are not interested in impressing or dominating others unless their values are at stake. INFPs seldom express the intensity of their feelings and often appear reticent and calm. However, once they know you, they are enthusiastic and warm. Feeling truly understood and respected for their unique perspective and strong values is important for many INFPs.


This should surprise no one who truly knows me. I think I’m a weird combo on the Introvert scale though – if I know and like you, I’ll talk your frigging head off. If I’m in a crowd where I don’t know anyone, I can energetically disappear in a heartbeat.

Weird, I know. Then again, I talk to Angels so that’s not your run-of-the-mill kind of chick either, eh?

Have you taken this test in the past? Has it changed much as you’ve gotten older?

I’d love to hear what your type is and if you feel it describes you well.