Intuitive Coaching Class

A new and improved Intuitive Coaching Class will begin Wednesday January 21st. We will meet every Wednesday evening at 6PM Pacific Time on a conference line and all of our sessions will be recorded and downloaded for your permanent file. The workbook is complete and will be ready as each chapter is discussed. We will activate spiritual teams, intuitive guidance, create sacred spaces and learn the powerful universal laws for creating realities of your choosing. This class is a MUST for anyone who is ready to live a new and improved life of spiritually responsible experiences. You can learn the processes for managing your emotional energy and you will receive the tools for deliberately creating the life you prefer. Psychic awareness is a developed skill not a random gift. We all have the innate ability to sense energies. Learn the truth and uncover your true spiritual nature and your divine purpose for 2009!

Safely Home

We left Phoenix at 7:30 PM on the 26th. It had been a rainy few days and friggin cold to boot! Somehow a window opened for us and we drove to Redondo Beach without so much as a rain drop falling on our path. We arrived safely at 2 AM.

Michael and Marlie have been on the beach everyday since we got here. In fact they even played in the cold surf for a bit of time on Sunday morning. Today the tempurature will reach 70 degrees and the warm sun is illuminating the snow covered mountains all around the city. It's magnificent!

We have 2 days, 13 hours and 5 mins to 2009! Happy New Year!

I LOVE L.A.!

This wild Arctic weather is wonderful for me. The much needed rain has made my little gardens very happy. But best of all is the view we rarely see in these parts.

Uninvited Spiritual Visits

I've had a few uninvited spirit guests show up at my house. One such spirit arrived just before my daughter went away to college and before I moved my practice home. The first sign of his arrival was an odor. I came home from work and walked into my beautiful, immaculate bedroom and smelled the distinct, nasty smell of stale cigarettes. It hit me so hard I was stunned. I never took up the habit of smoking, thank goodness, but I've worked in the restaurant and bar business, back in the day when it was legal to smoke inside. I've emptied hundreds of dirty ashtrays and know the smell only too well. In fact, the smell was so intense, I began to search my room for evidence of some one's filthy habit. I looked on the nightstands and under the bed but found nothing.

Later that evening when my daughter arrived home, I asked her point blank, "Were you smoking in my room today?" The shock on her face was laughable. My daughter has never even tasted a cigarette. "Of course not!" she cried. "You know I don't smoke." And, in fact, I did know, but I couldn't help but ask. I explained why that ridiculous question came out of my mouth. We chalked it up to one of life's little mysteries.

The next day after my morning shower, I wrapped myself up in a towel and came back into my bedroom. Shanon, my daughter was standing there looking out onto my garden, watching the morning sun on my flowers. As I stepped closer to her I smelled another scent. It was the scent of a hard working man who may have just finished a long hard job in construction. It was major B.O. I mean the manly kind. Having just washed my own body, I had to assume it came from my daughter. So, again, I asked the stupid question. "Do you have b.o.?" "Jeeze Mom. NO!" as she sniffed her pits. I said, "Well, I know I don't because I just got out of the shower, but I smell it." We shrugged it off and I left the room to go dry my freshly shampooed hair. But, when I was walking down the hallway I felt it. The feeling of some one's presence. I stopped in my tracks and turned around and headed back to the bedroom. Shanon saw the look on my face and said, "There's someone here, isn't there?" I said, "Yes." She got excited. "Who is it?" I said,
"Hold on. Give me a minute." I looked around the room for a sign of energy and there it was. Near the door a small vapor of light energy began to emerge. It continued to evolve into a form, the form a man. As the details of his appearance took form I knew it was our dear friend, Jim. He was a pack a day smoker and worked in construction.

Jim died on New Years Eve. He had climbed a ladder at his mother's house to remove her Christmas lights. He felt light headed and decided to rest in his car for a few minutes before driving home. He died before he could start the car. He left behind his wife, Jan, and his three grown daughters, Jenny, Julie and Johanna. Yes, the Five J's.

"It's Jim." I said.

"What does he want? Why is he here?" she asked.

He answered me telepathically. His words or thoughts just came into my head. He said, "It's about Jan and the girls. I'm so worried. You have to do something."

I said to Shanon, "It's about Jan. What's going on?"

She told me what her friend Johanna had told her. Jan had begun a romantic relationship with Jim's best friend, Russ. The girls were angry about it. They felt their mother was being disloyal to him and with, of all people, Uncle Russ. It felt incestuous from their perspective. And to make matters worse, nobody was talking about it. Jan and Russ started holding hands and being all smiles and giggly with each other but not saying anything to the girls about it. All three girls were very upset to the point of jumping ship. The family was about to implode.

I turned to Jim and he acknowledged that what Shanon told me was accurate and he was determined to intervene, by way of me.
His message was this:

"Please tell them I'm ok. I love them and I want them to be happy. Who better to be with their mother than Russ? He is my best friend. I trust him to take care of her and of the girls. This is a good thing. Please tell them that. I'm good with it."

So, I picked up the phone and called Johanna. I said, "Hi Honey. I have something to tell you. Your dad is here. He has something he wants you to know."

I shared everything that happened and everything Jim said with each of the girls. I gave them each an opportunity to ask him questions and tell him whatever the needed to share. There were a few tears but what happened there was truly a healing.

A few months later I received an invitation to the wedding reception of Jan and Russ. All three girls were there and seemed to be very happy to celebrate the new marriage and to accept Uncle Russ as Mom's husband.

How I met Saint Jerome

Nearly ten years ago I worked in a tiny day spa in Manhattan Beach where I rented a room for my massage practice. I tried to keep my psychic/spiritual work separate from my bodywork but I wasn't very successful at it. It's hard not to tell people you massage that you can see the spirits around them especially if the spirits are adamant about communicating.

R.S. heard from a patient of his that I was "The lady who knows things." so he made an appointment. In the dark of my room he asked if I could see any spirits around him. One tall spirit showed himself to me. He had the body type of Abraham Lincoln with high cheekbones and a lean face with hallowed cheeks. He had a long white beard and a red cloak. I described what I was seeing to R.S. exactly as I was seeing it. He asked me if I could please tell him the spirits name. The spirit answered, "Jerome."

Jerome showed me that a baby was coming into R.S.'s life and it would be a boy. He was to be named Michael. He had blonde curls and beautiful blue eyes. He said this child was very spiritual and gifted and that he would be a powerful healer and teacher. His mission was to bring together the churches and religions of the world to work together and accept their differences. He had a great deal to say to R.S. As it turned out, R.S.'s girlfriend was pregnant and he wasn't sure what to do or how to tell his parents. He was raised in a very strict Catholic home and felt great trepidation with the conversation that was going to have to take place. By the end of his session he felt he had received the direction and guidance he was looking for.

Two weeks later R.S. returned. He had flown home to Chicago to give his parents the news. He told them all about "The lady who knows things." and everything that transpired in his session. He described Jerome just as I told him he looked. His mother jumped up from her chair and ran to her desk saying, "Saint Jerome!" She returned with a magazine and on the cover was this picture you see above. This is the spirit who showed himself that day.

He has been with me in every session since. He is a remarkable soul and I am grateful for his guidance, wisdom and assistance with the work that I do.

R.S's girlfriend gave birth to twin girls nine years ago today. I was shocked! But, soon after, the golden haired boy arrived with his blue eyes and brilliant spirit. He is already showing signs of advanced spiritual knowledge. He gets messages from guides and he is only 6 years old. He was told that he will be given special gifts when he is 10. He is "The boy who knows things."

Into the Darkness, Into the Light

I received this email from Jen today. Three Christmases ago her mother was suffering with breast cancer and died in March of 2005 at which time Jens bout with depression began. One year ago in November, her psychiatrist recommended hospitalization, instead, Jen signed up for my coaching course. She recovered and has been in 'remission' from depression since January. However, her symptoms began to return in mid November and although she is still in my class and still under the care of a psychiatrist, she was falling deeper and deeper into the dark cloud of her depression again. She wasn't functioning at all, she felt unable to shower, she couldn't talk to anyone without sobbing and was having visions of some very dangerous actions. Very slowly, since the holiday season began, Jen has been slipping back into the darkness. We scheduled a session yesterday and this is her experience of that session.


Before Elizabeth called me, I was filled with grief, sadness, depression; I was scared. It was a dark cloud surrounding me, suffocating me. I couldn't get out no matter how hard I tried. The pain was so powerful. The feelings unbearable. I just wanted to leave this earth, because I couldn't see past the darkness into the light. Light and darkness cannot coexist. Light will always win over darkness, but I couldn't see the light. When she called, she asked if I was ready...ready to finish this, ready to leave the darkness. "No...I'm not ready...I'm scared, so scared." I said. I didn't know what I was scared of, but the fear had taken over. I was sobbing, shaking; I couldn't speak, words were getting stopped in my throat, unable to escape...I couldn't move. " I will be right here with you, I will hold you, we are energetically connected." Elizabeth told me as we took just a few moments to connect our energy & IMMEDIATELY I felt her. She was with me, holding me, arms around me. I felt her strength & it comforted me. My strength was depleted, so to feel hers was hopeful & possible. "Let's explore this creation you are in....tell me everything you are seeing. I'm right here with you, you are safe." She said.
(This creation can only be imagined like a huge bubble-like image; it seemed to go on forever...through the Universe, so enormous in size. I was in the middle somewhere. It was eerily dark...like being in the middle of a storm. It's the day, so you know there should be light and sun somewhere lighting the sky, but the black & gray ominous clouds swirling and bubbling against each other fill above me. The fog that hovers below me...the unknowingness if whether it is going to storm, or be a tornado...)
Elizabeth & I begin to walk...and it feels almost as if she is carrying me..holding me up, moving me forward. The first thing we see is our swimming pool. In the pool, at the bottom, is me with Rylan & Baylor. [her children] We are hugging each other and we are not alive. "It's not their time"...I hear inside me. It is too much to look at...sobbing, we move forward. I see the hole. I am so afraid of the hole. We step to the edge of the hole and look in together. I see my mom at the bottom of the hole reaching up to me....and I see myself reaching in for her outstretched hand. I want to hold her. I pull her out of the hole, and she is holding her arms out to embrace me, but she cannot get close to me. At this time Elizabeth calls to her Guides, Angels & Team. She calls to Saint Jerome for help. We bring in my Team & Angels for support. I ask mom to hold her arms out to her sides, making a cross. As she does this, our Teams and Saint Jerome surround her and lift her; carrying her up...the clouds break & I see the beautiful light. They bring her to the light. In that instant I breathe...deeply & calmly. I stop crying...the darkness lifts from my shoulders, from my back, my legs...I feel light. I call out that I love her as she leaves my sight. I know she heard me.
Elizabeth and I finish walking around the "bubble" to resolve any residual creations that exist here...in this creation. It is much smaller now. It is about the size of my 3 street neighborhood; and the walls are much softer. It is lighter. I see Joel (my husband) in this creation. I am afraid that he will leave me, pass on before I am ready. But, that is not what this journey is about. It is not about " when I am ready", or what I need or want. Everyone on this plain will die when it is their time. Joel & I are soul mates, I have seen us together in past lives, and we will be together again after this life.
So, I take a needle, and "pop" his "bubble" that was residing inside this larger creation. Elizabeth and I label this large creation, we step out of it and examine it, without judgment. Then we discreated it.


The darkness I had been feeling and lived in for almost 3 years was mostly my Mom's energy. She didn't want to leave me behind. She wanted me to come be with her. She was so depressed and hurting in this life, that she took that with her when she passed over. She needs to deal with that now, on the other side. I won't be seeing her or contacting her for awhile, while she works on her "stuff". But when it is good for both of us, I know that our Higher Selves will meet again.
I am finally at peace & I know she is too.

The experience that I had was a remarkable, incredible, unexplainable happening. I tried to put it into words as best as I could, but even now...reading it...it just isn't even close to how amazing this experience was. I am back to my old self again. The pain and heaviness has lifted...and it was literally immediate. The strength, love and peace that I felt from my coach, Elizabeth, was as real as anything you can touch. All I can really say is :
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!!

Jen's mother lived a tragic life of desperation and depression. Their roles had switched at some point early in Jen's life when she became the adult caregiver and her mother slipped further into dependency. Her mother was Earthbound because of that dependency. She couldn't cut the bond and move into the light without assistance. Now she is free, as is Jen.

I spoke with Jen today and she is light and bright and happy. She has recorded some of her favorite Christmas music for her home, car and for her neighbor. Yesterday after our session she took a shower, cleaned her room, wrapped packages and mailed them off. She feels no residue of her mother's energy anywhere in her house. Her Christmas will be spent in joy and celebration.

I am so grateful to have been a part of this beautiful healing.

The Science of Happiness

by Jen Angel

In the last few years, psychologists and researchers have been digging up hard data on a question previously left to philosophers: What makes us happy? Researchers like the father-son team Ed Diener and Robert Biswas-Diener, Stanford psychologist Sonja Lyubomirsky, and ethicist Stephen Post have studied people all over the world to find out how things like money, attitude, culture, memory, health, altruism, and our day-to-day habits affect our well-being. The emerging field of positive psychology is bursting with new findings that suggest your actions can have a significant effect on your happiness and satisfaction with life. Here are 10 scientifically proven strategies for getting happy.





Savor Everyday Moments
Pause now and then to smell a rose or watch children at play. Study participants who took time to “savor” ordinary events that they normally hurried through, or to think back on pleasant moments from their day, “showed significant increases in happiness and reductions in depression,” says psychologist Sonja Lyubomirsky.


Avoid Comparisons
While keeping up with the Joneses is part of American culture, comparing ourselves with others can be damaging to happiness and self-esteem. Instead of comparing ourselves to others, focusing on our own personal achievement leads to greater satisfaction, according to Lyubomirsky.



Put Money Low on the List
People who put money high on their priority list are more at risk for depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem, according to researchers Tim Kasser and Richard Ryan. Their findings hold true across nations and cultures. “The more we seek satisfactions in material goods, the less we find them there,” Ryan says. “The satisfaction has a short half-life—it’s very fleeting.” Money-seekers also score lower on tests of vitality and self-actualization.



Have Meaningful Goals
“People who strive for something significant, whether it’s learning a new craft or raising moral children, are far happier than those who don’t have strong dreams or aspirations,” say Ed Diener and Robert Biswas-Diener. “As humans, we actually require a sense of meaning to thrive.” Harvard’s resident happiness professor, Tal Ben-Shahar, agrees, “Happiness lies at the intersection between pleasure and meaning. Whether at work or at home, the goal is to engage in activities that are both personally significant and enjoyable.”



Take Initiative at Work
How happy you are at work depends in part on how much initiative you take. Researcher Amy Wrzesniewski says that when we express creativity, help others, suggest improvements, or do additional tasks on the job, we make our work more rewarding and feel more in control.



Make Friends, Treasure Family
Happier people tend to have good families, friends, and supportive relationships, say Diener and Biswas-Diener. But it’s not enough to be the life of the party if you’re surrounded by shallow acquaintances. “We don’t just need relationships, we need close ones” that involve understanding and caring.



Smile Even When You Don’t Feel Like It
It sounds simple, but it works. “Happy people…see possibilities, opportunities, and success. When they think of the future, they are optimistic, and when they review the past, they tend to savor the high points,” say Diener and Biswas-Diener. Even if you weren’t born looking at the glass as half-full, with practice, a positive outlook can become a habit.


Say Thank You Like You Mean It
People who keep gratitude journals on a weekly basis are healthier, more optimistic, and more likely to make progress toward achieving personal goals, according to author Robert Emmons. Research by Martin Seligman, founder of positive psychology, revealed that people who write “gratitude letters” to someone who made a difference in their lives score higher on happiness, and lower on depression—and the effect lasts for weeks.



Get Out and Exercise
A Duke University study shows that exercise may be just as effective as drugs in treating depression, without all the side effects and expense. Other research shows that in addition to health benefits, regular exercise offers a sense of accomplishment and opportunity for social interaction, releases feel-good endorphins, and boosts self-esteem.



Give It Away, Give It Away Now!
Make altruism and giving part of your life, and be purposeful about it. Researcher Stephen Post says helping a neighbor, volunteering, or donating goods and services results in a “helper’s high,” and you get more health benefits than you would from exercise or quitting smoking. Listening to a friend, passing on your skills, celebrating others’ successes, and forgiveness also contribute to happiness, he says. Researcher Elizabeth Dunn found that those who spend money on others reported much greater happiness than those who spend it on themselves.

Merry Christmas

Brown paper packages tied up with string......


I wish you a brilliant holiday full of surprises, peace and joy!

Angels, Spirit Guides, Soul Mates, and Soul Families

One of the most surprising things I learned from my work with Spirits was that they aren't all Angels. As a child I was told that when you die you become an Angel. I believed it, that is, until I was 6 years old. What I have learned since is that we take our personalities with us. If we are inept at communication in this dimension, we're likely to be the same in the next. If we don't make or keep friendships easily on this plane, then we may have the same challenge in the next. If we are depressed and angry in this life, we are likely to experience that in the next. Wherever we go, there we are.

The unofficial world wide death rate is 153,000,000 per day. The unofficial global birth rate is 358,000,000. That's an awful lot of souls coming and going, mostly coming. We all expect to lose our parents in our lifetimes but we never expect to lose our children or our spouses, yet many of us do, and when we do, we almost always expect them to be in a 'better place'. It's as if dying gives us wisdom we didn't have here and peace and love we never sought while alive.

We've all heard the stories of the beautiful white light on the other side, the one where every pain is removed and peace and love surround us and uplift us but I have seen spirits who can't see that light. I've communicated with souls who were so very depressed on this plane, that when they left, they took their depression with them. And, as anyone who has ever been depressed can tell you, it's pretty hard to see the light when you are lost in the dark.

Angels are guardians and messengers of the Light. They are protectors and defenders as well. They are real. I've seen them and I've been lucky enough to speak with them. They love with a fierce determination. If you wish to have an Angel move with you in your life, you will be greatly blessed to have one.

Spirit Guides are teachers. They come in many forms. One of my guides is Saint Jerome. He has been with me for many years. Another guide who assists me is Quan Yin. I call her Lotus Lady because when I first saw her I had no idea who she was until I described her to my friend. That is also true of Saint Jerome. He showed up in a reading and said his name was Jerome. I described him to my client who brought me his picture from a magazine at his Catholic Church and it was the spirit I saw. He was and is a scholar and a gentle loving soul. He assists those who need help and are ready for the journey into the higher realms. Quan Yin is the Goddess of Mercy and Compassion and she guides me when I allow her to. There have been many times I've needed her compassion for the mistakes I have made and she always shows me mercy and forgiveness for my missteps and clumsy attempts in my relationships with others.

Soul mates are more rare than people think. Everyone who has ever fallen deeply in love believes they are soul mates because the feelings are so intense and powerful it can be nothing less. Soul mates though are like twins. Born or created from one spirit and travel through many lifetimes feeling each other at a distance until reunited.

Soul Families are the spirits we travel through time and space with. The main 5 to 10 or 12 souls linked by what, I don't know, but travel in groups and meet up between lives to share and plan.

I recently had an experience with a soul who was very depressed and didn't want to leave this plane. Her life here was tragic. Her self esteem was nonexistent. She eventually created cancer and died, leaving behind two grown children. But, she didn't want to leave them behind. She wanted to take them with her. She stayed earthbound and tragically brought her energy into the homes and lives of her children. It was almost like a haunting, but not. She just hung around leaving her energy everywhere. She missed the holidays the most and her sadness became like a fog filling the homes of those she was supposed to leave.

My mother always believed that if you mourn the loss of your loved ones too much, then they would have trouble moving on. She doesn't go to funerals and only holds happy thoughts of her son and her husband.

A recent reading was with a twenty-something year old man who had died while riding his bike on his morning workout. A car hit him and he died unexpectedly. It was an accident. Now I know, 'there are no accidents' but this was an accident. It truly wasn't his time. He was so angry. He kept saying, "It isn't fair!" His life was just beginning to take flight and he was excited and happy when, bang....he was ripped out of it.

My job is as much for those who are suffering here, in this physical dimension, as it is for those who feel stuck in the between place.

Today we helped the depressed mother leave her children. I called upon all of my teachers, guides and Angels to assist her and with her went the fog of depression, leaving her daughter to finally take a deep breath of release.
We both felt it when she left. The energy changed, just like the light changes with the sun reaches the horizon.

For the souls who can't find their way to the Light, I ask for my guides to assist them. I ask that they be lifted up and away into their next adventure. I am grateful for my guides, teachers and Angels.

The Light is the reason for the season.

It's an ever expanding universe......

Sometimes when I feel like I have failed at something, anything major, like friendship, or motherhood, I think the whole universe must know how bad it is. But then I look at these photos and try to put it into perspective. We are traveling through space at 65 thousand miles per hour and we haven't hit the guard rail yet. I guess the world will survive if I'm not the perfect friend or mother.....even if I'm not close.

Holiday Stress Buster

It's here. The jingly bells and cookie smells and sparkling mantel candle lights are setting the tone for the season. I am setting myself up for a fun, relaxed and loving Christmas.

Traditionally I have entertained on Christmas Eve, buffet style. I used to invite all of my friends, neighbors, family and ex-boyfriends too. I would decorate, clean and cook for days, if not weeks, and clean up would take just as long. I was exhausted by the 26th.

Now that I am a grandmother the tradition has changed to entertaining quietly and regularly in small favored groups. One night it is with the sisters and another night is for the nephews and niece. I'll have a friend or two over for brunch or late night cookies and Kahlua, and another night with the neighbors for a dessert and coffee get-together. I'm finding this to be much more enjoyable. I get to visit more intimately with each person now that the crowds are gone and we get the quiet sweetness of the beautiful atmosphere to appreciate more fully. And now that I'm not buying champagne for 50 and only a bottle here and there I've managed to cut the cost of entertaining down considerably.

Our theme colors for decorating this year are silver and white. Everywhere is silver and white. The mantle is full of crystal candlesticks and silver and mirrored ones too. The tree has a sparkling silver star on top and pearl and silver ornaments with glass blown icicles. The chandelier in the dining room is draped in glass beads and the table centerpiece matches it all.

My mother can’t stop admiring how beautiful everything is. “I’m living a dream!” she says. “It’s just magical!” She’s so happy.

Entertaining with smaller groups helps her too. She loves to hear about everyone’s lives and the details about their children. The noise level of larger crowds makes it hard for her to participate in conversations.

Saturday I served up a formal dinner for pennies even with the champagne. I had some leftover eggplant parmesan in the freezer from last week’s dinner. I bought a skinny loaf of French bread and sliced it into one inch thick pieces and put the eggplant on top. I broiled them for a few minutes and sprinkled chopped parsley and parmesan cheese on it and served it for a delicious appetizer.

The next course was an organic, vegetarian minestrone soup. That, too, was made a few days ago for dinner. Soup is always better after a day or two so I always make a huge pot full and then split it up for freezing.

The third course was a simple salad with organic baby greens, tomatoes and avocadoes with a creamy balsamic vinaigrette dressing, all of which were already on hand.

The main course was chicken picatta. How simple is that? I had the chicken breasts in the freezer already so all I needed were the mushrooms and capers because I always have lemons around.

The dessert was the easiest of all. On my way out of the grocery store I picked up a couple of lemon bars and pecan bars. Those with a cup of coffee Kahlua and life couldn’t be any sweeter.

I’ve decided that I prefer this way of entertaining. It’s easy. It’s intimate. It’s less stressful and I get to enjoy the atmosphere every night.

Next Saturday Linda and Eddie are coming for a formal dinner. I will serve a mushroom soup I haven’t tried making yet. The Marmalade Café serves it and I LOVE it. I just now found the recipe was online. I’ll serve a salad and grilled rosemary salmon for the main course. Dessert will be baked apples with pecans and dried cherry stuffing.

Friday is a special night for me. My dear friend Michele is coming over for a Christmas visit. She’s bringing a bottle of red wine and some garlic hummus for a snack. I’ll be making some flan to serve before the night is over.

Now Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are reserved for my grand babies, Michael and Marlie. They are my greatest joys and I don’t want to miss the new tradition of Christmas morning in Phoenix.

Breaking the old traditions we think we can’t live without is really no big deal as long as you substitute them with something new and fun. Decorate your home with the things that make you smile. Light a few candles and play some beautiful music to inspire you. Ask a friend over for cookies, milk and a movie. Keep it simple, keep it fun and most of all…

Keep the Spirit.

Lightworkers

Light workers use a broad range of healing protocols to assist others and themselves with raising the vibration of their physical, emotional and mental experiences. Not all massage therapists are light workers but if you can find one who is, your massage experience will be exponentially more enjoyable.

My bodywork encompasses my basic Swedish massage training, my lymphatic drainage training, my Reiki training, reflexology and, of course, the work I do as a spiritual healer. Clients don’t come to me for a rub down. If that is all they want or need they can go to the mall for a chair massage. I use guided visualization and meditation techniques, as well as the energy work for clearing emotional baggage. I gently teach as I work and if a message from spirit guides comes through, I share it.

The sessions last for 90 minutes and if a regular massage makes you feel relaxed, a full spectrum massage will take you the point of relaxation and then drop you off into bliss.

I love doing body work. I had planned on retiring that part of my practice but I found that I missed it too much. I feel a wonderfully loving connection with the hands on healing practices.

Good bodywork is essential for creating radiant health. Good nutrition, clean water, deep sleep, fun exercise and bodywork of the most excellent kind will ensure a better quality of life.

Get a full spectrum massage once a month for a year and see if you don’t feel like a different person!

Winter Solstice, Christmas and tradition

This story was forwarded to me from a friend and it moved me.....so I decided to share it with you.... And, no, I'm not a Wiccan nor a Pagan nor do I belong to any fringe religious group. I just simply enjoyed the story so here it is....


Five minutes before the Winter Solstice circle was scheduled to begin, my mother called. Since I'm the only one in our coven who doesn't run on Pagan Standard Time, I took the call. Half the people hadn't arrived, and those who had wouldn't settle down to business for at least twenty minutes.

"Merry Christmas, Frannie."

"Hi, Mom. I don't do Christmas."

"Maybe not--but I do, so I'll say it." she told me in her sassy voice, kind of sweet and vinegary at the same time. "If I can respect your freedom of religion, you can respect my freedom of speech."

I grinned and rolled my eyes. "And the score is Mom -one, Fran - nothing. But I love you, anyway."

People were bustling around in the next room, setting up the altar, decking the halls with what I considered excessive amounts of holly and ivy, and singing something like, "O, Solstice Tree."

"It sounds like a...holiday party." Mom said.

"We're doing Winter Solstice tonight."

"Oh. That's sort of like your version of Christmas, right?"

I wanted to snap back that Christmas was the Christian version of Solstice, but I held back.

"We celebrate the return of the sun. It's a lot quieter than Christmas. No shopping sprees, no pine needles and tinsel on the floor, and it doesn't wipe me out. I remember how you had always worked yourself to a frazzle by December 26."

"Oh honey, I loved doing all that stuff. I wouldn't trade those memories for all the spare time in the world. I wish you and Jack would loosen up a little for the baby's sake. When you were little, you enjoyed Easter bunnies and trick-or-treating and Christmas things. Since you've gotten into this
Wicca religion, you sound a lot like Aunt Betty the year she was a Jehovah's Witness."

I laughed nervously. "Yeah. How is Aunt Betty?"

"Fine. She's into the Celestine Prophecy now, and she seems quite happy. Y'know," she went on, "Aunt Betty always said the Jehovah's Witnesses said those holiday things were Pagan. So I don't see why you've given them up."

"Uh, they've been commercialized and polluted beyond recognition. We're into very simple, quiet celebrations. "

"Well," she said dubiously, "as long as you're happy."

Sometimes long distance is better than being there, 'cause your mother can't give you the look that makes you agree with everything she says. Jack rescued me by interrupting.

Hi, Ma." he called to the phone as he waved a beribboned sprig of mistletoe over my head. Then he kissed me, one of those quick noisy ones. I frowned at him.

"Druidic tradition, Fran. Swear to Goddess."

"Of course it is. Did the Druids use plastic berries?"

"Always. We'll be needing you in about five minutes."

"Okay. Gotta go, Mom. Love you."

We had a nice, serene kind of Solstice Circle. No jingling bells or filked-out Christmas Carols. Soon after the last coven member left, Jack was ready to pack it in.

"The baby's nestled all snug in her bed," he said with a yawn, "I think I'll go settle in for a long winter's nap."

I heaved a martyred sigh. He grinned unrepentantly, kissed me, called me a grinch, and went to bed. I stayed up and puttered around the house, trying to unwind. I sifted through the day's mail, ditched the flyers urging us to purchase all the Seasonal Joy we could afford or charge.

I opened the card from his parents. Another sermonette: a manger scene and a bible verse, with a handwritten note expressing his mother's fervent hope that God's love and Christmas spirit would fill our hearts in this blessed season. She means well, really. I amused myself by picking out every Pagan element I could find in the card.

When the mail had been sorted, I got up and started turning our ritual room back into a living room. As if the greeting card had carried a virus, I found myself humming Christmas carols. I turned on the classic rock station, but they were playing that Lennon-Ono Christmas song. I switched stations. The weatherman assured me that there was only a twenty percent chance of
snow. Then, by Loki, the deejay let Bruce Springsteen insult my ears crooning, "yah better watch out, yah better not pout." I tried the Oldies station. Elvis lives, and he does Christmas songs. Okay, fine. We'll do classical ~ no, we won't. They're playing Handel's Messiah. Maybe the
community radio station would have something secular humanist.

"Ahora, escucharemos a Jose Feliciano canta `Feliz Navidad'.."

I was getting annoyed. The radio doesn't usually get this saturated with holiday mush until the twenty-fourth.

"This is too weird." I said to the radio, "Cut that crap out."

The country station had some Kenny Rogers Christmas tune, the first rock station had gone from John and Yoko's Christmas song to Simon and Garfunkel's "Silent Night," and the other rock station still had Springsteen reliving his childhood. "--I'm tellin' you why. Santa Claus is comin' to
town!" he bellowed.

I was about to pick out a nice secular CD when there was a knock at the door. Now, it could have been a coven member who'd forgotten something. It could have been someone with car trouble. It could have been any number of things, but it certainly couldn't have been a stout guy in a red suit—snowy beard, rosy cheeks, and all--backed by eight reindeer and a sleigh. I blinked, wondered crazily where Rudolph was, and blinked again. There were nine reindeer. Our twenty-percent chance of snow had frosted the dead grass and was continuing to float down in fat flakes.

"Hi, Frannie.." he said warmly, "I've missed you."

"I'm stone cold sober, and you don't exist."

He looked at me with a mixture of sorrow and compassion and sighed heavily.

"That's why I miss you, Frannie. Can I come in? We need to talk."

I couldn't quite bring myself to slam the door on this vision, hallucination, or whatever. So I let him in, because that made more sense then letting all the cold air in while I argued with someone who wasn't there.

As he stepped in, a thought crossed my mind about various entities needing an invitation to get in houses. He flashed me a smile that would melt the polar caps.

"Don't you miss Christmas, Frannie?"

"No." I said flatly, "Apparently you don't see me when I'm sleeping and waking these days. I haven't been Christian for years."

"Oh, now don't let that stop you. We both know this holiday's older than that. Yule trees and Saturnalia and here-comes-the- sun, doodoodendoodoo. "

I raised an eyebrow at the Beatles reference, then gave him my standard sermonette on the appropriation and adulteration that made Christmas no longer a Pagan holiday. I had done my homework. I listed centuries; I named names--St. Nicholas among them.

"In the twentieth century version," I assured him, "Christmas is two parts crass commercialism mixed with one part blind faith in a religion I rejected years ago." I gave him my best lines, the ones that had convinced my coven to abstain from Christmassy clichés. My hallucination sat in Jack's favorite chair, nodding patiently at me.

"And you," I added nastily, "come here talking about ancient customs when you--in your current form--were invented in the nineteenth century by, um... Clement C. Moore."

He laughed, a rolling, belly-deep chuckle unlike any department-store Santa I'd ever heard.

"Of course I change my form now and then to suit fashion. Don't you? And does that stop you from being yourself?" He said, and asked me if I remembered Real Magic, by Isaac Bonewits.

I gaped at him for a moment, then caught myself. "This is like `Labyrinth', right? I'm having a dream that pretends to be real, but is only made from pieces of things in my memory. You don't look a thing like David Bowie."

"Bonewits has this Switchboard Theory." Santa went on amiably, "The energy you put into your beliefs influences the real existence of the archetypal-- oh, let me put it simpler: `in the beginning, Man created God'. Ian Anderson."

He lit a long-stemmed pipe. The tobacco had a mild and somehow Christmassy smell, and every puff sent up a wreath of smoke. "I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than Bonewits tells it, but that's close enough for mortals. Are you with me so far?"

"Oh, sure." I lied as unconvincingly as possible.

Santa sighed heavily.

"When's the last time you left out hot tea and cookies for me?"

"When I figured out my parents were eating them."

"Frannie, Frannie. Remember pinda balls, from Hinduism?"

"Rice balls left as offerings for ancestors and gods."

"Do Hindus really believe that the ancestors and gods eat pinda balls?"

"All right, y'got me there. They say that spirits consume the spiritual essence, then mortals can have what's left."

"Mm-hm." Santa smiled at me compassionately through his snowy beard.

I rallied quickly. "What about the toys? I know for a fact they aren't made by you and a bunch of non-union Elves."

"Oh, that's quite true. Manufacturing physical objects out of magical energy is terribly expensive and breaks several laws of Nature--She only allows us to do that on special occasions. It certainly couldn't be done globally and annually. Now, the missus and the Elves and I really do have a shop at the North Pole. Not the sort of thing the Air Force would ever find. What we make up there is what makes this time a holiday, no matter what religion it's called."

"Don't tell me," I said, rolling my eyes, "you make the sun come back."

"Oh my, no. The solar cycle stuff, the Reason For The Season, isn't my department. My part is making it a holiday. We make a mild, non-addictive psychedelic thing called Christmas spirit. Try some."

He dipped his fingers in a pocket and tossed red-gold-green- silver glitter at me. I could have ducked. I don't know why I didn't.

It smelled like snow, and pine needles, and cedar chips in the fireplace. It smelled like fruitcake, cornbread savory herbal stuffing, like that foamy white stuff you spray on the window with stencils. It felt like a crisp wind, Grandma's hugs, fuzzy new mittens, pine needles scrunching under my slippers. I saw twinkly lights, mistletoe in the doorway, smiling faces from years gone by. Several Christmas carols played almost simultaneously in a kind of medley. I fought my way back to my living room and glared sternly at the hallucination in Jack's chair.

"Fun stuff. Does the DEA know about this?"

"Oh, Frannie. Why are you such a hard case? I told you it's non-addictive and has no harmful side effects. Would Santa Claus lie to you?"

I opened my mouth and closed it again. We looked at each other a while.

"Can I have some more of that glittery stuff?"

"Mmmm. I think you need something stronger. Try a sugarplum."

I tasted rum ball. Peppermint. Those hard candies with the picture all the way through. Mama's favorite fudge. A chorus line of Christmas candies danced through my mouth. The Swedish Angel Chimes, run on candle power, say tingatingatingating . Mama, with a funny smile, promised to give Santa my letter.

Greeting cards taped on the refrigerator door. We rode through the tree farm on a straw-filled trailer pulled by a red and green tractor, looking for a perfect pine. It was so big, Daddy had to cut a bit off so the star wouldn't scrape the ceiling. Lights, ornaments, tinsel. Daddy lifted me up to the mantle to hang my stocking. My dolls stayed up to see Santa Claus, and in the morning they all had new clothes. Grandma carried in platters with the world's biggest Christmas dinner. Joey's Christmas puppy chased my Christmas kitten up the tree and it would have fallen over but Daddy held it while Mama got the kitten out. Daddy said every bad word there was but he kept laughing anyway. I sneaked my favorite plastic horse into the nativity scene, between the camels and the donkey.

I came back to reality slowly, with a silly smile on my face and a tickly feeling behind my eyes like they wanted to cry. The phrase "visions of sugarplums" took on a whole new meaning.

"How long has it been," Santa asked, "since you played with a nativity set?-"

"But it symbolizes-- "

"The winter-born king. The sacred Mother and her sun-child.. Got a problem with that? You could redecorate it with pentagrams if you like, they'll look fine. As for the Christianization, I've heard who you invoke at Imbolc."

"But Bridgid was a Goddess for centuries before the Catholic Church-oh." I crossed my arms and tried to glare at him, but failed. "You're a sneaky old Elf, y'know?"

"The term is `Jolly Old Elf.' Care for another sugarplum?" I did. I tasted gingerbread. My first nip of soy eggnog the way the grown-ups drink it. Fresh sugar cookies, shaped like trees and decked with colored frosting. Dad had been laid off, but we managed a lot of cheer. They told us Christmas would be "slim pickings." Joey and I smiled bravely when Mama brought home that spindly spruce. We loaded down our "Charlie Brown Christmas Tree" with every light and ornament it could hold. Popcorn and cranberry strings for the outdoor trees. Mistletoe in the hall: plastic mistletoe, real kisses. Joey and I snipped and glued and stitched and painted treasures to give as presents.

We agonized over our "Santa" letters...by now we knew where the goodies came from, and we tried to compromise between what we longed for and they thought they could afford. Every day we hoped the factory would reopen. When Joey's dog ate my mitten, I wasn't brave. I knew that meant I'd get mittens for Christmas, and one less toy. I cried. On December twenty-fifth we opened our presents ve-ery slo-wly, drawing out the experience. We made a show of cheer
over our socks and shirts and meager haul of toys. I got red mittens. We could tell Mama and Daddy were proud of us for being so brave, because they were grinning like crazy.

"Go out to the garage for apples." Mama told us, "We'll have apple pancakes."

I don't remember having the pancakes. There was a dollhouse in the garage. No mass-produced aluminum thing but a homemade plywood dollhouse with wall-papered walls and real curtains and thread-spool chairs. My dolls were inside, with newly sewn clothes. Joey was on his knees in front of a plywood barn with hay in the loft. His old farm implements had new paint. Our plastic animals were corralled in popsicle stick fences.. The garage smelled like apples and hay, the cement was bone-chilling under my slippers, and I was crying.

My knees were drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped around them. My chest felt tight, like ice cracking in sunshine. Santa offered me a huge white handkerchief. When all the ice in my chest had melted, he cleared his throat. He was pretty misty-eyed, too.

"Want to come sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas?"

"You've already given it to me." But I sat on his lap anyway, and kissed his rosy cheek until he did his famous laugh.

"I'd better go now, Frannie. I have other stops to make, and you have work to do."

"Right. I'd better pop the corn tonight, it strings best when it's stale."

I let him out the door. The reindeer were pawing impatiently at the moon-kissed new-fallen snow. I'd swear Rudolph winked at me.

"Don't forget the hot tea and cookies."

"Right. Uh, December twenty-fourth, or Solstice, or what?"

He shrugged. "Whatever night you expect me, I'll be there. Eh, don't wait up. Visits like this are tightly rationed. Laws of Nature, y'know, and She's strict with them."

"Gotcha. Thanks, Santa." I kissed his cheek again. "Happy Holidays."

The phrase had a nice, non-denominational ring to it. I thought I'd call my parents and in-laws soon and try it out on them.

Santa laid his finger aside of his nose and nodded.

"Blessed be, Frannie.."

The sleigh soared up, and Santa really did exclaim something. It sounded like old German. Smart-aleck Elf.

When I closed the door, the radio was playing Jethro Tull's "Solstice Bells."

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A Recipe For A Good Life

1. Take a 30 minute walk everyday. And while you walk, smile. It is the ultimate anti-depressant.

2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day breathing deeply and relaxing your body and mind. Talk to a higher power about what is going on in your life and turn your problems over to that power. Finish up by looking for some positive evidence in your life that allows gratitude to bubble up in your heart.

3. When you wake in the morning, complete the following statement. ‘My purpose is to _____________________today. Today I am thankful for ______________.’

4. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food manufactured in plants.

5. Drink green tea and lots of water everyday. Eat more blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, walnuts and almonds.

6. Try to make at least three people smile each day.

7. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip, issues of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead, invest your energy in the positive present moment.

8. Eat 200 clean calories every two to three hours throughout the day to keep your energy and appetite in perfect and consistant balance.

9. Remember that life isn’t always fair but it’s still good.

10. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

11. Don’t take yourself so seriously. Nobody else does.

12. You are not so important that you have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

13. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.

14. Don’t compare your life to anyone else. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

15. Nobody is in charge of your happiness except you.

16. Frame every so-called ‘disaster’ with these words, “In five years will this matter?”

17. Forgive everyone for everything.

18. What other people think of you is none of your business.

19. Love heals everything but ~ you must give it and receive it.

20. Remember that however good or bad a situation is, it will change.

21. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.

22. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all that you need.

23. Each night before you go to bed, complete the following statements: “I am thankful for ___________. Today I accomplished _____________________.”

24. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.

25. When you feel low make a list of the positive experiences you’ve had in your life. You’ll be smiling before you know it.

Happy Thanksgiving

Laughter

Laughter is the best medicine. That's not news. But how long has it been since you had a good long belly laugh? It's good for your spirit, your body, your mind and all around good for everyone. There's even a practice called laughter yoga. It's a wonderful practice. If you can't find something to make you laugh, if you can't remember something from your past that triggers a good giggle then go out and rent some funny DVDs or recordings. I love watching the old George Burns and Gracie Allen Shows. I also crack up watching Jack Benny, Bill Cosby, George Carlin and "I Love Lucy". Get yourself a good giggle this week and give thanks for the ability to laugh. Babies laugh before they can talk. It's natural, it's normal, it's good for you. I remember sitting in church with my sisters and getting the giggles and not being able to stop. I remember sitting with my friend Karen and laughing until tears came to my eyes because I dropped a tomato out of my taco. Silliness is good for you. It's a good time to lighten up! Go to www.youtube.com and do a search for babies laughing and that should get you started.

Lower-Self, Middle-Self, and Higher-Self

Millions of years ago, when our animal like ancestors were trying to survive the numerous threats from other, bigger, more fierce animals, and from the natural earth elements, it was necessary to have an effective fight or flight mechanism. If a saber-toothed tiger was about to jump out to gobble them up, an automatic emotional response was the only thing they had to move them from being dinner, to having dinner. A nervous shock was needed to activate the adrenals to release the adrenalin into their blood stream so that their bodies, their muscles, their minds and all their senses became acutely focused and strengthened. The emotional alarm system commanded full attention. When the tiger was ready to pounce, instincts told them to run or to fight for their survival. In general, as survival mechanisms go, our animal ancestors were programmed for automatic duality--automatic feeling of otherness, threat, and paranoia. Survival required instant domination of consciousness to meet the perils of the jungle.

Survival and happiness in 2008 now depend on tuning in to the overall situation involving ourselves, the people around us, and the total environment of the here and now. Perceptiveness, wisdom, and oneness are now the ingredients of effective and happy living. But our biocomputers are still programmed for jungle fight or flight--for a fast release of adrenalin for that, all-too-familiar, rapid heart beat--automatic anger and fear. We tend to make mountains out of molehills and this constant distortion destroys our energy, our insight, and our ability to love. For us to survive in our current social and global environment means that we must have instant perceptions of oneness--of love--of compassion with everyone and understanding of everything around us. When we learn to cut through our paranoid jungle programming, we are on our way to higher consciousness and happiness.

Paranoid individuals who cannot love themselves and others tend to get heart trouble, ulcers, other psychosomatic diseases, are accident-prone, etc. This is evolution working to remedy this primitive jungle alarm system. In the future, humans may have nervous systems that are automatically structured to produce instant insights that facilitate love and oneness. In truth, that is where our survival lies. How do we advance the human mind on its evolutionary journey? We need a system to override our jungle programming, that monkey brain chitter-chatter I write about, so that we can enjoy living here and now, with clear perception, elevated feelings of love and oneness.

Lower-Self Mind is the survival mind. It is the ego mind. The ego's primary purpose is survival. We cannot exist without it. It assumes responsibility for the body and identifies with the body. It is the part of us that wants to breathe and operates with the illusion that "I" is a separate individual being. The ego is afraid of death. Whenever any problem comes to the body the ego becomes very alert and focused in the body. This is not a bad thing. I used to hear spiritual teachers say to "surrender your ego" and I couldn't understand how that could be possible. But what they were saying is move up in your conscious awareness to the place of your heart where love heals and elevates all vibrations. If left in the place of ego centered awareness the mind will become competitive, isolated, fear based and not at ease.

Middle-Self Mind is the intellect and is ego directed, subject-object oriented, power conscious, and constantly involving the rational mind. It is inflexible and guarded using personal patterns and habits as a form of surviving social expectations. It is the tool of consciousness and contains knowledge. The intellect carries with it the past, the present and also speculates about the future. It is the birth place of rationalization, and explanation for the purpose of defense from the judgment from 'others'.

Higher-Self Mind is full of wide ranging insight and deep intuitive understanding giving full flexibility of flow in mutually supportive and loving ways without the blocks of preconceived beliefs and outmoded personal patterns and habits. It is the divine spark of Source. It is the real you, the part that knows the truth and is connected to the Divine Matrix of Universal Mind.

Our biocomputers are the most remarkable instruments in the universe. The only challenge is to learn to use it properly. It is capable of handling two million visual inputs and one hundrend thousand auditory inputs at one time. It is capable of making millions of simultaneous computations and operates continually throughout all parts of our bodies every second. When you learn how to operate your exquisite mechanism, you will be able to fully realize your potential for a happy life.

Most of us live in the lower and middle self mindsets charactorized by trying to find enough security, sex, pleasant sensations, ego rushes, love and attention, prestige, money, power and status. This active struggle leads to constant worry, resentment, suspicion, anger, jealousy, shyness, and fear. We create the bickering and turmoil in our lives through this struggle to 'find' happiness outside of ourselves. Oh, certainly you can experience flashes of pleasure in sex, and other physical sensations, like the high from alcohol and drugs, and the feeling of winning the lottery when a big chunk of money comes our way...but these are fleeting feelings. True and permanent happiness, true security comes from a place deep inside of our own conscious awareness.

You will know you are ready for growth into the happines of higher self awareness when you realize the futility of trying to 'find' happiness through the lower self desires. Although they are seductive and masquerade as "needs" they lead us from one illusion to another. They line up, one behind the other, as we search for ways to not feel our insecurities, our fears and vulnerablities, in short....our feelings. When we suppress and close off our feelings, we cannot contact the universe within us, we cannot hear our intuitive voice, and we certainly can't enjoy being alive.

John F. Kennedy

I was sitting at my desk in one of the seventh grade classrooms at Hawthorne Intermediate School when the principal interupted our studies with the grave announcement over the innercom system that our beloved president John Fitzgerald Kennedy had been shot in Dallas Texas. I remember looking over at my friend Sharon Volland and seeing her breakdown into sobs of grief.

Walking home early that day and watching the faces of the adults in the stores along Hawthrone Blvd, I searched for someone to say he was going to be okay even though we had been told that he had died almost instantly. I didn't want to believe it. I was afraid. What would happen to our country now? What would become of his beautiful children?

November 22, 1963 changed everything for me. It changed everything for our country. We lost our innocence that day and the sixties became the decade that revealed all of that anger and loss.

45 years ago today, we stood and cried for all that was lost.

New Age

We are giving birth to a New Age. The end days of the old ways of doing things is the chaos you see around you. Fear overtakes the weak minded. But fear will only give birth to a new age of fear. What we put our attention on, what we vibrate in our hearts is creating the New Age. We are the creators of the new reality. Watch this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ec-DekKhGHQ

Focus not on what is slipping away. Focus on the new beginnings of the new age. Focus on Inner Peace. Move to the eye of the storm and allow the chaos to fall away.

The Rune picked for today:

Uruz

Strength
Manhood, Womanhood
A Wild Ox

The Rune of termination and new beginnings indicates that the life you have been living has outgrown its form. That form must die so that life energy can be released in a new birth, a new form. This is a Rune of passage and, as such, part of the Cycle of Initiation.

Growth and change, however, may involve passage into darkness as part of the cycle of perpetual renewal. As in Nature, the progression consists of five parts: death, decay, fertilization, gestation, rebirth. Events ovvurring now may well prompt you to undergo a death within yourself. Since self-change is never coerced--we are always free to resist--remain mindful that the new form, the new life, is always greater than the old.

Prepare, then, for opportunity disguised as loss. It could involve the loss of someone or something to which there is an intense emotional bond, and through which you are living a part of your life, a part that must now be retrieved so you can live it out for yourself. In some way, that bond is being severed, a relationship radically changed, a death experienced. Seek among the ashes and discover a new perspective and new strength.

The original symbol for Uruz was the aurochs, a wild ox. When the wild ox was domesticated--a nearly impossible task--it could transport heavy loads. Learn to adapt yourself to the demands of such a creative time. Firm principles attach to this Rune, and at the same time humility is called for, since in order to rule you must learn how to serve. This Rune puts you on notice that your soul andthe universe support the new growth.

Future Possibilities

In each and every moment there is an abundance of possibilities for each of us to experience. We are only limited by our imagination.

Each of us has an innate power that we have yet to discover in ourselves. Some of us see glimpses of it from time to time but have not learned to manage it in our everyday lives. We allow our emotions to run the show instead of our higher mind's intention.

I remember when I was 8 years old and I had decided I wanted to stay home from school. I didn't like school much. I didn't fit in very well and it was hard to make friends. Psychic children often have this problem. I didn't understand it at the time and thought there was something wrong with me that kids didn't want to play with me. I struggled a great deal in those early elementary school years.

On this particular day I told my mother I wasn't feeling well. I told her that I was very sick and needed to stay home. It was a lie, of course, but I had to convince her because she wasn't likely to let me stay home for no good reason. So, I laid in bed and complained of a stomach ache and a fever. I should have received an award I was so convincing. I worked it like a professional thespian getting so completely into the 'sick' character that within an hour I was actually sick. I remember being astonished at the first sign of real illness. It was an exciting moment. It was a powerful moment. I had intentionally created an illness and I knew I had done it. Why I didn't think to use that power at school to create friendships I don't know. That was the day that I knew how powerful humans are. We can make ourselves sick and we do. We can make ourselves weak, we can make ourselves anything we want and therefore we can make ourselves well. It's all a matter of focused attention and the creative use of emotional vibrations.

What we can do on the micro level, in our bodies and in our personal lives, we can do on the macro level as well. The great teacher, Jesus, said that the miracles he performed were the very things we could do and that we could do even more.

How to perform a miracle? Believe it. Know it. Feel it. Breathe it. Surrender doubt and fear and feel as if your truth is already created. It isn't helpful to ask for change because that puts you in the position of needing change therefore you will continue to need change.

If you are reading the papers, watching the news or listening to others talk about this economic downturn and the negative prospects of your investments or savings then you are likely to be experiencing fear and possibly anger. Those emotional vibrations create a toxic bio-chemical environment in your body that creates disease. It is the birthing soup of cancers, neurological disorders, heart disease and psychosis. Are you sure that's the path you want to take yourself and your family?

It's true that emotions are contagious. It is true that what one person feels vibrates outside of their body to contaminate a good 10 feet or more of space around them. Like a virus, you could be susceptible to those energies. More and more of what we feel may not be so much of our own stuff but stuff we pick up on our daily travels.

Learning to manage energetic vibrations is more important now than ever. We have entered a time of a great shift. We have access to more cosmic energy than we are used to due to a transition in global positioning. The veil that is thinning allows us to access these energies to amplify our feelings and intentions.

What is it you want to feel? Who are you becoming? What experiences do you want to create for yourself and the world?

Five minutes a day is all we ask. Take five minutes everyday to breathe deeply, relax and see and feel what life feels like as you the person you have already become. Does this person feel radiantly healthy, strong and fit? Does this person feel happy and peaceful? Does this person feel grace and love? Does the world feel safe and restored to balance and harmony?

There is a movie, "The Neverending Story" that tells a story of the 'great nothing' that comes to devour all that is. It's a story of a spiritual warrior who goes out to confront the 'great nothing'. He has many challenges on his quest but he continues. He has to face his darkside in the mirror. He has to know himself. He has to overcome sorrow. In the end he believes he has failed as the great nothing has destroyed all that he knows. But there is one grain of light remaining and from that one grain of light all can be restored. It is the grain of self acceptance and self empowerment. It is the grain of enlightenment.

If you can access a grain of light within you, you can create a world of peace around you.

Celebrate Your Life, The Good News!

The Celebrate Your Life Conference this month was held at the new Sheraton in downtown Phoenix and it was wonderful. I had a chance to be with some of the greatest minds in new age science and spirituality. Gregg Braden, Wayne Dyer, Bruce Lipton, Marianne Williamson, Alberto Villoldo, and many others.

I was most impressed with Gregg Braden's presentations on the technological advances measuring the electromagnetic fields of the Earth as well as the human heart. There is a project that is monitoring the vibration of human consciousness and its effect on the magnetic field of the Earth. His work and the work of his collegues is impressive and encouraging. The global shift I learned about via my psychic work now has the science to explain it. The hope that 'we' will collectively respond to this change with love instead of fear is what moves me to do my work. Gregg Braden encouraged me to continue with what I teach.

With that, I will start a new class in January. It is a six month class designed to advance clients with their abiltiy to shift their emotional vibration to the higher fields, from fear, anger, resentment and disease to willingness, courage, love and enlightenment.

We are alive at a remarkable time. We have the power to affect the change we are experiencing in a positive way. We have the science and spiritual technologies to create a brilliant future for our planet and our children. Please join the party!

www.greggbraden.com
www.glcoherence.org
www.elizabethaleccia.com

Our New First Family

It's over. I am as grateful for the end of this campaign as I am for the results. We made a good choice, I believe. One thing I know for certain is that no matter which one we had elected we would still have times ahead of disappointment and times of pride in our choice. I see great things ahead for America and, of course, trying times as well. No presidency is without challenges. I pray for this family to be safe, well and strong.

Our new leader asked us to be of service. He said this is not about him it is about us. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We all need to do our part to make our country strong again. To be the great leaders of peace, prosperity and Democracy for the world of countries and cultures and the Planet Earth to recover, each of us needs to be of service.

If you are disappointed in the results you will need time to heal from the lies that were repeated daily until some were hypnotized into believing them. I hope you will find, within you, the determination, courage and willingness to move forward together. I hope you will find it in your heart to support the new vision and direction for Peace and Prosperity of all.


We are Americans. We are all patriotic. We all want what is best for our country, our people and the world. Let's get to work.

P.S. I received this today.... "Rosa sat so Martin could walk. Martin walked so Obama could run. Obama ran so our children could fly."

F.E.A.R.

Most of us are experiencing anxiousness in life all the time. But it
doesn't have to be that way. First of all FEAR stands for:
F...False
E...Evidence
A...Appearing
R...Real

We're lying to ourselves, all of the time, telling ourselves these
awful things are going to happen and they rarely, if ever, do. But we
live life as though all these terrible things are about to happen. We
actually believe these lies that our lower-self mind is telling us.
And because of that, we get totally caught up and we're living these
horrible experiences over and over again, inside of ourselves.
But fear can be simply let go of. It's just an emotion. It's just a
feeling. Any feeling, any emotion, no matter how long standing, no
matter how justified, no matter how certain you're right to feel the
way you do, is just a choice. You can choose to let go of fear or
anxiety any time you want to by simply deciding to let go. And as you
decide to let go, in this moment, you'll discover that the fear
starts to dissolve. It begins to discreate and just underneath it is
a sense of calmness, of presense, of "I CAN", of stillness, of "It's
all okay!" and this is always available to you in any situation.

Day two at USC Medical Center

The wonderful nurses at USC were like angels to me. They did more to get me through the nightmare than anyone. They encouraged me, they were tough on me, and they listened to me. The first night I remember lying on a special bed for spine injury patients. One of the nurses put up a hand written sign over my bed that read, "DO NOT MOVE! SPINAL CORD INJURY!!" Every hour on the hour one of the angels would come in to my ward in the very ancient builing of this giant facility, and take my tempurature, blood pressure, check my fluids and roll me a bit to avoid bed sores. It was always an ordeal when it came to rolling me. I would have to prepare.....They would count, one, two, and I'd say...wait, wait...I'm not ready. They were so good. They waited for me to prepare for the movement.

At 2 AM I was awakened by the frantic sound of three nurses calling my name to wake me. "Elizabeth! Wake up! You're bleeding. Where are in your cycle?" I could hear them and I understood their question but I didn't understand the urgency. I crawled up from the depths of my drug induced fog and tried to figure out what day it was and how many days I was in my moon cycle while trying to stay focused. "Elizabeth!"

As it turned out they were concerned about internal bleeding and needed to be assured that it was normal and expected. I assured them it was. I received another shot of morphine and I was once again in la la land.

Morphine is a tricky drug. I love it, but it gives me terrible nightmares. I was grateful to be out of pain but reluctant to fall asleep. Of course, with enough of the drug, that isn't a choice.

My problem was dreaming of the fall. I keep dreaming that I was either falling or about to fall and my body would jerk and the pain was unbelievable. Tiny bone fragments, like nails, were up against the central nervous system interupting the messages to my lower body. I had no control of anything from my waist down.

The next morning my mother was by my bedside. It was so good to see her. The heat wave was blasting through the concrete walls and this old hospital didn't have air conditioning.

Mother brought me some frozen peach yogurt from the cafeteria. It was the perfect choice for my raw throat. I drifted in and out counting the minutes until my next shot of morphine. Every three hours and not one minute before I got relief. The first hour I slept, the second hour I drifted, the third hour I counted minutes.

My childhood friend, Karen, came in with a "get-well" balloon. She had obvioiusly been crying and tried very hard to not to break down while she stood next to my bed. I asked her to just talk to me. It was good to see her, it was good to hear her voice. I asked her to tell me about her vacation last month. I hadn't heard anything about it and I just wanted something to take my mind off of what was happening. She tried, bless her heart, but every two minutes I asked her what time it was. She couldn't get through her story. I listened as best I could but it was the third hour. My hands were gripping the metal railing of the bed and I watched the clock. It was too much for her. She's a delicate friend.

After she left a team of surgeons walked in, lead by Dr. Santi Rao. The one thing I can say about a teaching hospital is you get to see 6 or 7 doctors at a time. It's a teaching hospital with benefits. Young USC interns on a hot summer day....my, my, my. But to tell you the truth, I didn't notice. My sister Linda had arrived just before the spine team walked in. They all stood around my bed discussng, in whispered tones, my case. Linda leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Elizabeth. Open your eyes. Reason to live." I opened my eyes and saw what could have been a dream...I grinned and gave my first quiet giggle of the ordeal.

Dr. Rao touched my arm. His hand was warm, soft and had a healing energy in it. I looked up into his beautiful dark eyes and told him what the doctor in the emergency room had said. That I may never walk again and that I may not survive the surgery, to get my personal affairs in order. He was appalled that a doctor would say that. He assured me that they will do their best to repair the damage. He explained what proceedure they were planning. They planned on going in from the back, remove bone fragments, install titanium steel rods, use screws and wires to anchor them and use bone tissue, either from my hip or from a bone donor that would grow around the rods and keep everything nice and steady. If they couldn't get to the problem through my back, they would turn me over and cut through my abdomen. Getting all of my organs out of the way, they would try to repair the damage from the front. That idea didn't appeal to me at all so I said a small affirmation. "That won't happen." He didn't make any promises about me walking again but assured me that patients rarely die from this surgery. The other bad news was that the surgery would not be for another week. It had something to do with surgery room schedules and swelling around the tissues that had been torn in the fall.

Dr. Rao introduced me to the young Dr. Grant who would actually be doing the cutting and drilling. Dr. Rao would be right there at his side, but Dr. Grant was the one doing the work. I remember thinking, "He is so yummy." They all were. It was a short consult and away they went. I got another shot, and I away I went too.

Later that evening a nurse came in to check on me and noticed that my belly was getting very big. She asked me when I used the bed pan last. "Bed pan? I can't use a bed pan. I can't sit up, I can't move my legs. I can't even lift up my hips." She ran out of the room.

My sister, Linda, is a healer. She and I were massage therapists at the club and we both were energetic healers. We learned to run energy (Reiki) from the same teacher, Royce Morales. Linda raised her hands above my belly and even though her hands were many inches from me I could feel the pressure of the energy. My bladder was about to burst. I had been drinking water all day as the nurses insisted but nothing was coming out. This was a very dangerous condition. I didn't know that bladders could literally burst inside of you. Linda continued to run energy and the pressure kept building.

A crew of nurses ran in and a catheter was inserted. They carried out two liters of fluid. How did my bladder not burst? Linda.

All of my family stood around my bed. My sisters Sharon, Vicky, Linda and my mother. I had asked them to call Jay, my ex-husband. The main thing on my mind was, if I was going to die, I had to tell Jay that I wanted Shanon to live with Vicky. I believed that no matter what happened

more later....

The Doctor said, "You may never walk again,....

......and quite frankly you may not survive the surgery." This statement came right after he said, "You have a very serious fracture. We have to operate."

What was I to think? I had spent 8 hours lying on a spine board in the middle of the very crowded and busy emergency room of The Los Angeles/USC General Hospital. My throat was raw from my intermittent screaming between moments of unconsciousness. My family waited, not so patiently, in another room while the doctors and nurses scurried around to take care of the gang members who had been in a gunfight. Apparently I was not dying so my name and number kept falling to the bottom of the list. People came and went. Patients with burns, cuts, broken bones and heart attacks were all paraded through, while my gurney remained in the same spot for 8 hours.

At the beginning of that day I had taken a few minutes to really appreciate my beautiful home and surrounding neighborhood. I walked out onto my deck to look across the street at the park with it's expansive green lawn and countless trees. I loved sitting outside with my morning cup of tea, watching the sunrise over the city. Every morning, Cadbury, our lop-eared,dwarf bunny, was allowed out of his cage to run around on the deck and explore the various plants and flowers I had there. The mornings were wonderfully quiet and peaceful. On that particular day, the silence was broken by the sound of birds busily chirping and singing for their food. It was early June, 1987. It was not quite summer but the day promised to be a scorcher. A heat wave had been predicted by our weather man and I could feel it even as the cool shadows of dawn receded. I made a mental note to remind my, then, 11 year-old daughter, Shanon, to dress accordingly. Even though we lived only a few miles from the Pacific Ocean, our little neighborhood of Walteria sat in a small nook below the Palos Verdes Penninsula so we received very little of the ocean breeze enjoyed just a short walk away.

This was an exciting time for my daughter. She was preparing for her last week at Walteria Elementary School. She and her friends were giggly with the anticipation of going to the middle school where she would have her own locker and where they were going to move from class to class, from subject to subject. The only pall over this beautiful Spring day was the recent death of my father, her "Tata". On March 20 she got her new braces and on March 23 he died. Now, the excitement of moving forward had a bit of sadness mixed in.

After I watched her walk to meet the school bus, I finished up my tea and retreated to the bathroom to prepare for work. I was managing my sister's restaurant, "Pancho and Lupe's". I was also working as a massage therapist at The Manhattan Club For Women. I knew it would be a long day but I felt prepared. I was happy to help my sister out until she found someone to take over, and I loved working at the club. My life was good, and I was feeling settled and productive. When.....

Before I left the house I needed to put Cadbury back into his cage. I walked out onto the deck and he wasn't there. I look over a low wall the separated my deck from my neighbors and sure enough, he had managed to find his way to her strawberries. The deck had a low cinder block wall on the street side and a few feet between my apartment and hers. I was in a hurry, not wanting to be late for work, but I couldn't just leave Cadbury there to demolish her little garden. I sat down on the wall, with my back to the street, planning on swinging my legs over to her deck to capture him. But, as plans sometimes go, I miscalculated. I lifted my legs too fast and too high. I knew I was in trouble when I felt myself leaning too far back and my fingertips began to slip off the side of the block wall. My first thought? "Oh shit". Seriously. That's what I heard in my head.

To this day I can still remember the sequence of thoughts as the realization hit me that I was going over the wall in a backward somersault sort of way. The first thought was to remember what was behind me. A quick calculation of how far down it was to the ground and what was below me played out. Hard packed dirt planter, large tree, four feet to sidewalk concrete. Hmmmm. "What can I grab?" "Nothing." "This is big." I thought. "I could die here." "Oh well." And away I went. A memory flashed. It was a memory from high school P.E. I was on a trampoline and my P.E. teacher said, "If you feel like your falling and might be out of control, try to fall flat, you'll do less damage." It's funny the things the flash through your mind in these situations. I took her advice and tried to fall flat. 9 feet was a long way down and it seemed to take a bit of time before impact.

So, picture this. I'm sitting on the wall, my legs come up and over I go, ass over head in a very unflattering yoga position. My pubic bone slammed me on my chin. The impact was on my upper back so all of the air was pushed out of my lungs. I was unconscious for a few moments when I heard an unfamiliar sound. It was a low growling sound that brought me to. It was the sound of trying to get air back into my lungs. I opened my eyes to see my thighs laying on my face. I tried to move them but nothing. I used my hands to push them away from me so I could get a breath. My legs slid down the side of the wall and thudded to the ground, and I thought, "Oh shit."

Now this is an interesting part. In my mind's eye, I saw a black and white image. It was a darkened stage with a solo spot light shining down on an empty wheel chair. My very first response to that image was, "No, that is not my reality. This condition is temporary." I had the presence of mind to know not to feed that image. I believed I just needed a moment to gather my energy and my legs would work just fine.

Nobody had seen me fall. I was alone, under the tree, next to the sidewalk, unable to move my lower body. I tried to pull myself up by holding onto the trunk of the tree but the movement triggered a great deal of pain. Again, "Oh shit". I tried one more time but my fingers slipped off of the bark of the tree and broke a couple of nails. Next thought? "Edie, (my manicurist) is going to kill me." I had just had a manicure the day before. I know, I know....how silly to be thinking of that when you are laying on the ground with a broken back, unable to move your legs, but there it is.

T12 vertebrae was crushed into my spinal cord. I wasn't going anywhere. I had to call out for help. I was calm up until I heard my own voice calling out, "Help! Somebody help me please." I wanted to cry. I felt so vulnerable. I called out a few more times and finally I heard a voice, a woman's voice. "Where are you?" I was in a corner, in the bushes, beneath a tree, well hidden. "I'm over here." I called back, raising my hands to wave the way. I saw her face come around the corner of the wall. I'm not sure what I looked like, but from the look on her face, it wasn't good. Without a word she ran away. I said,"No, wait." but she was gone. Another voice, a man's voice came from not too far away. He came over to me and knelt down beside me. He said, "Don't worry, I've called the paramedics." He was a lineman and had been up on a telephone pole across the street. He didn't see me fall but he heard the panic in my call for help. He called 911 from his perch. He held my hand and soon thereafter the woman returned with a blanket. They both stayed with me until help arrived. She prayed and asked me to pray with her.

The paramedics were not on their game. They didn't ask me any questions, they simply tried to lift me up. I bit one of them. It shocked me. Truly. I've never felt such and base animal response, like a dog who snaps. They laid me back down and then asked me how I fell. I pointed to the balcony above their heads. From my view point, on the ground, looking up at their faces, I knew they had blown it. They exchanged a look of panic and suddenly began treating me with kid gloves.

Neighbors began to gather around and I heard someone ask if they could call someone for me. I asked for my sister, Linda and gave out her number. I knew she would be home and my mother had just been through too much recently to upset her further. There would be time for that.

The ambulance took me to our local hospital,Torrance Memorial, but I was uninsured. The club didn't insure massage therapists because we were independent contractors. The emergency room doctor gave me the option of staying there and paying the big bucks or going to USC General. I opted for the one that wouldn't land me in the poor house or no house.

The long ambulance ride from freeway to freeway to freeway, lying on my side, on a hard board, witha brace around my neck, was fierce. I felt every turn, bump and lane chance. The young man who sat in the back with me was very sweet. Everytime I moaned or groaned or cried out in pain, he would lay an gentle hand on my arm and whispered that it wouldn't be much longer. What he didn't know, was that it would be 8 more hours after he dropped me off before a doctor had time to examine me.

My memory of those long hours is still very clear. I remember hearing a yound child crying in pain. She had a terrible burn. In my stupor I channeled blue and green light to her. When she stopped crying I would drift off into unconsciousness and when her cries began again I would awaken to send her more energy. She stopped crying and I would drift off. This went on for a couple of hours. Sometimes in my unconscious state I would have a dream that I was about to fall. My body would jerk, just like it does sometimes when you are ready to fall asleep. It feels like falling. I guess that's why we call it "falling asleep." But when you have bone fragments in your spinal cord, jerking is not a good thing. The pain was excruciating. I would scream out loud and tighten up all over. My sister, Linda, was very sneaky. Family members were no allowed to enter the ER but she somehow managed to get into that area and talk me down from my high pitched pain until I could relax and release it. She is a healer, like me, and she ran energy through her hands and into me as she very gently helped me focus on breathing and relaxing. I thank God she was there that day. Together we healed the pain and I was able to drift off. Once asleep I would dream of falling and my body would jerk and again I screamed. She would return and we would run energy again and again I would drift off. This went on, hour after hour, after hour. My throat was raw from screaming.

When the USC doctor finally examined me at 7pm he was tired and cranky. I'm not sure what he thought I was doing there but he told me to push with my foot, against his hand. Of course, I couldn't. He said, "Look lady, if you don't cooperate I won't be able to help you." Can you imagine? I told him I couldn't but he had no patience. He shoved my gurney towards someone and ordered them to take me to radiology for pictures.

Radiology was great fun. I had to be transferred from the gurney to the exray table. Ouch! Pictures were taken and I was returned to the E.R. At 8 pm the young intern returned looked rather sheepish and afraid. He said, "Maam? Don't move." He had determined my fracture was very serious, (10 hours after the fall). "You have a very serious fracture. You may never walk again. And, quite frankly, you may not survive the surgery. You need to get your personal affairs in order."

I was looking into his eyes as he spoke. I could see his fear. I thought, "Poor baby, you're so afraid. Don't worry, it'll all be fine." but I didn't say anything aloud.

I was whisked up to a room and shot up with enough drugs to put a horse to sleep. Unfortunately I had a violent reaction to the medication. I could feel the urge to vomit and I panicked. I knew that if I had a violent, uncontrolled response like that I could possibly sever what was left of my spinal cord. My sister, Linda was there. I grabbed her arm with my eyes wide open. "I'm going to throw up!" She said, "That's Okay, Honey. Go ahead, we'll just clean it up." I said, "NO! I can't!" She knew immediately what I was saying and ran for a nurse. The next shot came and I was out. Finally.