Perceptions: a short story by Pamela Olivia Brown

Perceptions: a short story

Perceptions: a short story by Pamela Olivia BrownPerceptions: a short story

Carol is disturbed by her violent dreams and taking out her frustrations on her wife and daughter, Khalinda.

Khalinda learns the meaning of the dreams from an unexpected visitor, but keeps this from her mother. Will Carol figure it out to gain peace of mind and bring her family together?


Washington, DC

I wanted to write a story where the main character met her grandmother while in astral projecting. It didn’t feel authentic when I started writing because I had not mastered it. I still haven’t. The story shifted and developed around seeing and hearing spirits, which is how I communicate with them. There are elements of my life in Perceptions, but it is not autobiographical. Writing paranormal feels natural because it mimics my life.

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Be Well: Guided Meditations by Pamela Olivia Brown
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Be Well: Guided Meditations

Be Well: Guided Meditations by Pamela Olivia BrownBe Well: Guided Meditations

Be Well consists of guided meditations that can be used every day to improve your wellbeing, achieve happiness and become more abundant. The guided meditations are beneficial to empaths and highly sensitive people to help them balance mind and body.

Meditation helped me release a lot of fear and anger. Although vipassana meditation is my primary practice, I have turned to guided meditations when my mind is busy.

The archangels inspired me to create guided meditations. I become giggly when I work with the angels. It happens during intuitive readings and when I recorded Be Well.

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Psychic Development for Everyday Living by Pamela Olivia Brown

Psychic Development for Everyday Living

Psychic Development for Everyday Living by Pamela Olivia BrownPsychic Development for Everyday Living

Everyone is psychic. We all see, hear, know or feel information that seems difficult to explain. Acknowledging our abilities is the first step to strengthening them. Psychic Development for Everyday Living introduces simple and fun ways to do that.

I felt a nude to strengthen my psychic abilities. There were several self-paced courses that could nurture me, but something inside me wanted a different approach to unfold my abilities naturally. Eventually, I enrolled in a course to be mentored towards giving professional readings. It complemented what I already knew and practiced.

While doing readings, I learned that many people used their psychic abilities to make decisions every day bud dismissed the information as odd or kept it secret. My intention behind Psychic Development for Everyday Living is to help people understand that being psychic is natural.

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Love Letters to Ani: a haiku chapbook by Pamela Olivia Brown

Love Letters To Ani: a haiku chapbook

Love Letters to Ani: a haiku chapbook by Pamela Olivia BrownSynopsis
Ani is the earth mother goddess in Igbo spirituality. She is the giver of life and guardian of women and children. Brown spent a year writing traditional 17-syllable haiku in honor of Ani. Love Letters for Ani: a haiku chapbook reflects on each season and the bountiful creations throughout the year. Photography captures some of the moments from this poetic journey.

Ithaca and Binghamton, New York

My creativity moves in waves. One moment it’s photography, the next drawing, painting or baking is what keeps my attention. Haiku was one of those waves.

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My 10-Day Vipassana Meditation Experience

I took my first 10-day S.N. Goenka vipassana meditation course in 2011 at the Shelburne Falls, MA center. I was living in Texas when a friend first introduced me to vipassana, ten years prior. I took the tour, read the pamphlets, watched Doing Time, Doing Vipassana, and listened to people share their experiences. My response was “nope!”

A stressful experience with a neighbor changed my mind. I felt that it was time to release my suffering, or at least learn how to chip away at it.

I went to the meditation center with a former colleague, who was already a vipassana meditator. This was his second 10-day course. The center provides a ride share for all students; we carpooled with a man, also a seasoned meditator, driving from Ohio to the center. The ride was fun, even with the two telling me that I was going to starve and get no sleep. I laughed it off because I was looking forward to the course.

The parking lot at the center was packed tightly with cars. I later learned that there were around one hundred and thirty meditators, almost one hundred of them were female. The evening consisted of us checking in, locking away personal items (phones, computers, purses, etc.), eating dinner, and getting an orientation about conduct.

The course requires a 24-hour noble silence – no verbal or non-verbal communication with other students. We could reach out to assistant teachers during scheduled times to ask questions about vipassana, or course managers for emergencies. We were given a chance to leave before the course began. No one budged.

Shockingly, I bounced up at 4 AM every morning, ready to sit for the first hour before breakfast, when the managers rung the tingsha bell in the hallway. I felt spoiled having delicious vegetarian breakfast, lunch and dinner ready each day.

Anapana (breath) meditation was introduced and practiced for the first three days. My dreams were wacky during that time. On Day 3, I dreamed of hanging out with a group of women in Las Vegans, singing about a vipassana center in Georgia I knew nothing about before this course. We then shifted into vipassana (insight) on day four, scanning our bodies, being aware of sensations that came up then letting them go. I had visions of snakes on Day 5 and cried on another day. Looking back, I know this was emotional release.

Noble silence ended on Day 10. I thought hard about what I wanted to say first. It seemed superficial, but mustered an “okay.” The Shelburne center then still had shared rooms. The five other women and I figured out who each of us were and had dinner, laughed about our wild dreams, thoughts of leaving, and trying to convince ourselves that it was a vacation in order to stay until the end. Two women at another table were inspired to sing and beat box about their vipassana experience. The entire room became silent once again, this time for the entertainment.

Since my first course, I have taken two additional 10-day courses; served a 10-day course, which had two hundred students; and returned for an 8-day Satipatthana Sutta course.

In 2013, I met a woman a single mother of two who had a full-time job and was in a doctoral program at my second 10-day course. She sat for an hour twice a day. I was inspired and did the same every day for a year.

My vipassana experiences were wonderful, or in meditation-speak, I had good sits. I learned that mindfulness, as a technique, helped me discern what I consume – food, media, conversations, etc., — and share with others. Maintaining a regular meditation practice strengthens my mindfulness, regardless of how long I sit.