Monday, March 31, 2008
Dream Images and Messages
My dreams have always been very vivid and lucid. I used to write them down every morning and pay close attention to the messages my unconscious mind might have to share. I have several books on dreams and symbols and when a I notice numbers, colors, animals, buildings, surroundings or people of significance, I spend some time processing those images and messages.
For the past year my dreams have taken on a new dimension. In fact, the other night I dreamt that I was living in a beautiful hotel penthouse. I had been living there for quite some time and was very comfortable there. It was very familiar. At one point I was looking around to see if I needed to straighten up things because I was having a special dinner for a couple of friends. I walked into the hallway and saw a set of double doors I had forgotten about. I said to myself, "I forgot all about this part of my house." I opened the doors and there was another wing to my penthouse. There were several more rooms including a beautiful hearth room, family room with more bedrooms and other spaces beyond it. That is very symbolic for me. My work is taking on new dimensions and I am expanding spiritually in new ways and stretching my healing abilities with the work I am doing with my grandchildren and with my mother. She is beginning to fade and I am healing energies around her. Her eyes are failing and her memory is not holding well. I will be with her, of course, as she continues her journey into the next dimension, whenever that may be.
This week I had a dream with a Badger. I looked up Badger in my Animal Medicine Book. Here is what it said:
Badger----------AGGRESSIVENESS
Badger is vicious, and attacks with powerful aggression. Badger is quick to anger and guicker to pounce. The power of Badger's medicine is aggressiveness and the willingness to fight for what it wants.
The very thought of facing Badger makes other animals run for cover. Like Skunk, Badger's reputation precedes it. Its hissing fangs will tear less aggressive opponents to shreds.
Badger is the medicine of many powerful medicine women, for Badger is also the keeper of the medicine roots. Badger sees all the roots of Mother Earth's healing herbs hanging in its burrow home. These roots are a key to aggressive healing.
Roots can ground negative energy into the Earth by allowing illness to pass through a body into the ground as neutral energy. Badger medicine people are quick to act in a crisis, and they do not panic.
If Badger is a part of your medicine, hyou are quick to express your feelings, and you do not care what the consequences are. Badger people oftentimes insist on carrying the ball for the touchdown. This attitude, however, does not endear them to their teammates.
Badger medicine may also point to the aggressive healer who will have the courage to use unconventional means to exact a cure. Like the mother who sits for days nursing a child with high fever, Badger is willing to persist.
Badger people can be vicious gossips, or may exhibit a "chip on the shoulder" syndrome if they are out of balance. You can be sure that people with Badger medicine will be aggressive enough to make it to the tops of their chosen fields, because they do not give up. They are also the finest healers, because they will use any and all methods to ensure healing, and will not give up on the critically ill.
A Badger person is often the "boss" and the one that everyone fears. That same boss will surely keep any company afloat. Badger gets the job accomplished. Badger's certainty is a source of strength.
If Badger pushed its way into your cards today, it may be telling you that you have been too meek in trying to reach some goal. Badger asks you how long you are willing to sit and wait for the world to deliver your silver spoon.
In this medicine, the key is to become aggressive enough to do something about your present state of affairs. Badger is teaching you to get angry in a creative way and say, "I won't take it anymore." You must follow-upby keeping your eye on the goal. Honor the healing process as your express those inner feelings.
Be aggressive, but don't cut others to ribbons on the way - that is too much aggression. Use your anger to stop your lolling around, so that your doldrums of apathy are a thing of the past. Badger is a powerful medicine when properly used for self-improvement.
Remember that Badger may be signalling a time when you can use your healing abilities to push ahead in life. Heal yourself by aggressively removing the barriers that don't "grow corn". Cut away the dead wood and use Badger's aggression to seek new levels of expression. Use Badger's medicine roots to keep grounded and centered in the process.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Healing with Energy
I am teaching a class next week on using visualization, energetic vibrations and emotional clearing to heal. It's more than Reiki, but certainly Reiki will be used. I've taught my grandson to do it and he's only 4 years old. Anyone can learn it and practice it. If you care to join us, just drop me an email. This is going to be fun!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Back to Phoenix
I wasn't planning on coming to Phoenix this week but Shanon called and told me that Carlos and Veronica (her in-laws) have pneumonia and have been unable to help her with the kids. It's spring break and Michael is without neighborhood kids to play with. He's missing Grandma so.....I'm now here. I'm such a sucker for little boys.
Happy Easter..
Happy Easter..
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Reiki
Reiki (pronounced ray-key) is a Japanese technique for stress reduction and relaxation that also promotes healing. It is administered by "laying on hands" and techniques such as this have been practiced for thousands of years. Reiki is a very simple yet powerful technique that can be easily learned by anyone.
The word Reiki comes from two Japanese words - Rei and Ki. The word Rei means universal and this is the definition most have accepted. However, this interpretation is a very general one. Rei as it is used in Reiki is more accurately interpreted to mean higher knowledge or spiritual consciousness. This is the wisdom that comes from God or the Higher Self and is the God-Consciousness which is all-knowing. It understands each person completely. It knows the cause of all problems and difficulties and knows how to heal them.
Ki is life energy. It is also known as the vital life force or the universal life force. This is the non-physical energy that animates all living things. As long as something is alive, it has life energy circulating through it and surrounding it; when it dies, the life energy departs. If your life energy is low, or if there is a restriction in its flow, you are more vulnerable to illness. when it is high, and flowing freely, you are less likely to get sick. Life energy plays an important role in everything we do. It animates the body and has higher levels of expression. Ki is also the primary energy of our emotions, thoughts and spiritual life.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I love, love, love being a saint...
I had a friend here Saturday who had an opportunity to sit in my living room and watch basketball with my mother while I worked in my office downstairs. He loves basketball and played it in his long ago youth. My mother, being the gracious hostess that she is felt obligated to entertain him in my absense. Heheheheh. Yeah. You know how much jocks love to be interupted during a game? She asked him if he ever played basketball and when. She asked him who he was cheering for. She asked him if he wanted something to drink or eat, then followed it up with two or three, "Are you sure?"'s She asked him if the sun was too warm or in his eyes and she asked him to repeat himself, as her hearing is failing. She told him that she played basketball when she was in high school and how hard it was. She told him she likes football so much more. She punctuated the game with "wow's and ooh's and yeah's" inappropriately timed. She ran the garbage disposal in the last few minutes of the game, unconscious of the importance of the two points that carried his team to victory. He was more than just a little bit annoyed. The veins in his forehead were rather enlarged when he finally came downstairs.
When he left that afternoon, he looked me in the eyes and said, "You are a saint!", referring to my patience with Mom. I had to laugh because I recall people calling my mother a saint for the patience she practiced with me when I was 17 and 24 and 29 and 32....
Is patience contagious or is it a practice? Is it learned or earned? I don't know, but I thank all that is responsible for bringing me to this experience of patience. I've prayed for it, affirmed for it, practiced it and often fell short of it. At least this weekend, I managed to experience it. For a brief period of time, I really felt like a saint.
When he left that afternoon, he looked me in the eyes and said, "You are a saint!", referring to my patience with Mom. I had to laugh because I recall people calling my mother a saint for the patience she practiced with me when I was 17 and 24 and 29 and 32....
Is patience contagious or is it a practice? Is it learned or earned? I don't know, but I thank all that is responsible for bringing me to this experience of patience. I've prayed for it, affirmed for it, practiced it and often fell short of it. At least this weekend, I managed to experience it. For a brief period of time, I really felt like a saint.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Andrea Sent This To Me.....
Written by Sam Levenson
For attractive lips , speak words of kindness...
For lovely eyes , seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure , share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair , let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise , walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone...
People, even more than things, have to be restored,
renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed;
never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands ;
one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.
For attractive lips , speak words of kindness...
For lovely eyes , seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure , share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair , let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise , walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone...
People, even more than things, have to be restored,
renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed;
never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands ;
one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.
Carmelita sent this to me........
By Pamela Redmond Satran
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a feeling of control over her destiny....
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW ...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing....
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a feeling of control over her destiny....
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW ...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing....
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...
In The Darkness of a Massage Room, She Said....
"I've had fifteen abortions." She said it matter-of-factly, without a smidgen of embarrassment or guilt. She could have just as easily been saying, "I washed my car fifteen times."
I don't know if she noticed my hands stopped massaging her back and, in fact, they almost left her body completely. I felt like I had been hit with a blast of sound and heat. I never would have expected the story I heard that day from a woman who looked like she came from one of Manhattan Beach's mansions. She was a tall, blond, blue-eyed beauty queen. But her story was more like a crack whore from a "Law and Order" episode.
Her childhood wasn't easy. Her father ran off early but not after leaving a few scars, both emotional and physical. He liked touching his beautiful baby when he was drunk. He sometimes liked throwing her around. He left the house when she was eight years old. She managed to get through high school and soon there after, she caught the eye of a successful doctor. He gave her everything money could buy, she was that beautiful. But, she met a woman, a fun friend, who took her to a bar one day for her first drink and a little fun. Over a very short period of time she was drinking regularly, partying often and sleeping around. Drugs appeared on the scene and she became an addict. Her husband tried to help her with some of the fanciest recovery programs but she was damaged and couldn't keep it together. By the time she was 36, she was divorced, had one child, 15 abortions, and a liver disease that eventually took her life before her 40th birthday.
I've heard some dramatic stories in the 30 years of practice. The details, of which, I try not to think about. One such case was a man, a divorced father of a teen aged girl. He was so stressed out he could hardly lay still. He found out his 15 year old girl was pregnant but she had waited until she was six months along before she told him. He forced her to have an abortion. He forced her. Well, he said he 'convinced' her. He told her that having a baby at her age would ruin her life. He was a yeller. Where did he find a doctor who would perform an abortion at six months? It wasn't an abortion to save the life of the mother. It wasn't because the fetus was unable to survive to full term, but, simply because the grandfather insisted. Whether it was legal or not, this father would have found a way, found a doctor, found a coat hanger if he had to do it himself.
I felt sick to my stomach listening to him, feeling his body. I tried very hard not to be judgmental. I tried very hard to be a higher-self healer. I'm not so sure I succeeded. I never saw him again after that confession.
I used to volunteer in a shelter for victims of domestic violence. I was also a Big Sister for an inner city girl. I studied child psychology and for one of my term papers I wrote about McLaren Hall, an institution that was more of a warehouse for unwanted, throw away children. They were treated worse than animals. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands of them over the years.
Between the teenage runaways, throw aways, and foster kids and orphans, we're talking about a million kids without homes or permanent parents.
It's like being between a hard place and a rock. Our system can't take care of the children being born yet our conservative inclination is to prevent any alternatives.
My friend wants to pass a law requiring all 13 year old girls to get an IUD and all 13 year old boys to get a reversible vasectomy. In order to have the IUD removed or the surgery reversed they would have to take a two year course on parenting and financial planning. She and I read, "Walden Two", by B.F. Skinner, in college. We thought it made perfect sense in this senseless situation.
Abortions, as awful as they are, need to remain legal, safe, and accessible. The alternative is unimaginable.
I don't know if she noticed my hands stopped massaging her back and, in fact, they almost left her body completely. I felt like I had been hit with a blast of sound and heat. I never would have expected the story I heard that day from a woman who looked like she came from one of Manhattan Beach's mansions. She was a tall, blond, blue-eyed beauty queen. But her story was more like a crack whore from a "Law and Order" episode.
Her childhood wasn't easy. Her father ran off early but not after leaving a few scars, both emotional and physical. He liked touching his beautiful baby when he was drunk. He sometimes liked throwing her around. He left the house when she was eight years old. She managed to get through high school and soon there after, she caught the eye of a successful doctor. He gave her everything money could buy, she was that beautiful. But, she met a woman, a fun friend, who took her to a bar one day for her first drink and a little fun. Over a very short period of time she was drinking regularly, partying often and sleeping around. Drugs appeared on the scene and she became an addict. Her husband tried to help her with some of the fanciest recovery programs but she was damaged and couldn't keep it together. By the time she was 36, she was divorced, had one child, 15 abortions, and a liver disease that eventually took her life before her 40th birthday.
I've heard some dramatic stories in the 30 years of practice. The details, of which, I try not to think about. One such case was a man, a divorced father of a teen aged girl. He was so stressed out he could hardly lay still. He found out his 15 year old girl was pregnant but she had waited until she was six months along before she told him. He forced her to have an abortion. He forced her. Well, he said he 'convinced' her. He told her that having a baby at her age would ruin her life. He was a yeller. Where did he find a doctor who would perform an abortion at six months? It wasn't an abortion to save the life of the mother. It wasn't because the fetus was unable to survive to full term, but, simply because the grandfather insisted. Whether it was legal or not, this father would have found a way, found a doctor, found a coat hanger if he had to do it himself.
I felt sick to my stomach listening to him, feeling his body. I tried very hard not to be judgmental. I tried very hard to be a higher-self healer. I'm not so sure I succeeded. I never saw him again after that confession.
I used to volunteer in a shelter for victims of domestic violence. I was also a Big Sister for an inner city girl. I studied child psychology and for one of my term papers I wrote about McLaren Hall, an institution that was more of a warehouse for unwanted, throw away children. They were treated worse than animals. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands of them over the years.
Between the teenage runaways, throw aways, and foster kids and orphans, we're talking about a million kids without homes or permanent parents.
It's like being between a hard place and a rock. Our system can't take care of the children being born yet our conservative inclination is to prevent any alternatives.
My friend wants to pass a law requiring all 13 year old girls to get an IUD and all 13 year old boys to get a reversible vasectomy. In order to have the IUD removed or the surgery reversed they would have to take a two year course on parenting and financial planning. She and I read, "Walden Two", by B.F. Skinner, in college. We thought it made perfect sense in this senseless situation.
Abortions, as awful as they are, need to remain legal, safe, and accessible. The alternative is unimaginable.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Do You Unknowingly Spread Lies?
I received an email today that has been forwarded and forwarded and forwarded for two years. Who knows how many thousands if not millions of people have seen it, read it and passed it along. It has photos captured during a demonstration. The photos are real, not photo shopped, not tampered with, not enhanced in any way. The text, however, is not at all accurate. It is slanted to portray a certain perspective and to illicit outrage. It is quite successful in that regard. It is racist, it is politically biased, and it is motivated by hatred and fear. If anyone had bothered to Google it to check some facts, they would have learned very quickly that the story attached to the photos was more than inaccurate. It is an urban legend.
Beliefs can be blinders. Beliefs vibrate at a frequency that draws to you more of the same. If you believe a certain thing you will draw to you evidence (true or false evidence) to validate your position. If you are a bigot, a racist, a fearful patriot, you will be drawn to newscasts that amplify your position so you can feel right.
Here's a hint: Bill O'Reilly is an entertainer, not an unbiased journalist. Rush Limbaugh is not a journalist, he is an entertainer. Randi Rhodes is not a journalist, she is an entertainer. If you want to know facts, don't rely on the media. Our current media just reiterates and regurgitates whatever comes across their desks. There are no true journalist anymore. A real journalist gets facts, checks them, double checks them and reports them without personal bias. Today it's about sound bites, graphics and ratings.
Please people, check your facts before forwarding emails that will illicit more fear and hatred. What we need now is hope and change and a fierce determination to differentiate the truth from the lies.
Beliefs can be blinders. Beliefs vibrate at a frequency that draws to you more of the same. If you believe a certain thing you will draw to you evidence (true or false evidence) to validate your position. If you are a bigot, a racist, a fearful patriot, you will be drawn to newscasts that amplify your position so you can feel right.
Here's a hint: Bill O'Reilly is an entertainer, not an unbiased journalist. Rush Limbaugh is not a journalist, he is an entertainer. Randi Rhodes is not a journalist, she is an entertainer. If you want to know facts, don't rely on the media. Our current media just reiterates and regurgitates whatever comes across their desks. There are no true journalist anymore. A real journalist gets facts, checks them, double checks them and reports them without personal bias. Today it's about sound bites, graphics and ratings.
Please people, check your facts before forwarding emails that will illicit more fear and hatred. What we need now is hope and change and a fierce determination to differentiate the truth from the lies.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Education in Anthem Arizona
Ah, it's good to be back. I feel like myself again. It's Saturday night and I've just returned from an informative evening presentation for a new private school opening in Anthem, Arizona. The name of the school is The Caepe and I'm very happy to say that my grandson Michael is attending the preschool. The new K through 8th grade school is opening in the fall. I love the teachers, the philosophy, the atmosphere, the mission statement and everything about this school, except the tuition. It is $8,000.00 a year plus many other expenses. Marlie will be ready for pre-school next year and when both kids are in school full time it will require Shanon to work a fulltime job just to pay for them to get the best education money can buy. Certainly the public schools here are failing miserably, as they are in many areas across the country. Private education is the only recourse. My daughter doesn't want to home school, for which I am grateful.
So, my scripting for the next few months will include feeling so very proud of the education my grandchildren are receiving. I feel open to receiving the many new ideas of ways to assist them in their education. I am feeling very open to receive and give my grandchildren the best education. So it is.
So, my scripting for the next few months will include feeling so very proud of the education my grandchildren are receiving. I feel open to receiving the many new ideas of ways to assist them in their education. I am feeling very open to receive and give my grandchildren the best education. So it is.
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