Friday, April 5, 2019

Baloney for Big Folk

Baloney is still around. You know, mild thinly-sliced sausage that just fits on sandwich bread. It has to be a century since the butcher sliced it off to order, since it's come pre-sliced and sealed in a plastic wrapper probably since around the time Superman made it to the comics. Reliably the same shape and taste in every grocery store here in the U.S., and likely elsewhere as well. Bologna, if you do your grocery shopping on-line. It's my belief that the secret for its longevity lies in a hearty dislike for undependability when one's wish is to just be fed.

Kids are known for that. They don't appreciate their food playing tricks on them. When, inevitably, we become big folk that need for something as reliable as a baloney sandwich, an anchor of sorts, does not leave us.

I could go off on a coffee tangent here, as I see coffee having some striking similarities to bologna. I will, instead, get back to something more bedrock, healthier, and more available. We as earthlings always have what is right under our feet. We have our Earth. It's vibrancy flows up into us through the energy centers in the bottoms of our feet. Those so-called first chakra openings can be widened with a thought. Try it. Say this, "I expand my connection to Earth so that I may be fed."  See if it doesn't feel better than baloney.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

My Invisible Wrist Band

I know it's in modern times that this rubber wrist band printed with words expressing what the wearer supports, or maybe wishes for, phenomenon came about. So long ago that I don't recall when I first noticed them. 

I have one that I like to wear. It's invisible for a couple of reasons. For one, I like the colors I'm wearing to, as you might say, go together, and you can't count on that without having stacks of them.

Mostly I don't want to be misunderstood. My band is printed with, "I'm with you." Not to mean that I agree. Just a kind of heart to heart thing. I'm with you when you're hurting, when you're afraid, when you're angry, confused. I'm with you because it is so very easy to feel separate in our hurt and fear and anger and confusion. 

If that is what I wear, invisible or not, it is what I send out. I'm standing for being with you, hoping to move us one step closer, and farther away from separation.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

A Shout Out To Winter

Getting through another winter season in the Hudson Valley, I learned something that I won't soon forget; how to make peace with what is, and find the life in it.

I'm feeling grateful for the snow storms, uncompromising cold, days with more darkness than light, that gave me an in-my-face choice to find the good in the moment or get sucked into some pretty dark stuff.  And almost to my surprise, good really was there waiting to be found. 

I'm not saying it's news that the earth is one tough gig.  What I am meaning to say is, good really is there waiting to be found.  Find your good.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Raising The Consciousness Of Cancer Cells

About four months ago, I encountered one of those life-changing experiences that can show up for us, unexpectedly.  A melanoma was discovered in my arm.  I had a treacherous, mindless, uncontrollable thing in me.  In situ, as my dermatologist described it.  Sitting there, growing and overtaking more and more of my healthy skin cells.  It could move on from there, metastasize, as she told me.  Into my lymph nodes, and then into other places in my body.  So I agreed to have it removed and signed up for the protocol for melanoma--skin examinations every four months for the next five years.
 Living with the increased risk of it showing up again.  Hoping that it could be eliminated before it did damage.  All in all, a death threat.

I wasn't about to just roll over and let this thing have at me.  I would find a way to work with cancer, just as I have worked with other forms of interference that humans experience.  I called my friend, Christine Deignan, MD,  and we came up with a plan.

I had used a hypnosis tool to help clients in preparing for surgery that I thought might work with cancer cells and Christine shared her knowledge of cancer with me.  We had both been developing our skills in the Awakening Your Light Body meditation taught by Duane Packer and Sanaya Roman for twenty plus years.  Working at higher levels of consciousness and integrating that into our lives gave us a shared base to work from.  My experience with offering Michael Newton's Life Between Lives Spiritual Regression sessions had also given me a fuller understanding of how wonderfully connected we are with guidance and support.  The plan: A hypnosis session that we participated in together to raise the consciousness of my cancer cells.

 Christine and I shifted to that deeper level of awareness that would allow us to access my cancer cells, and we invited them to have a conversation with us. They responded by sharing their thoughts and feelings with both Christine and me; they were interested. I won't describe the entire interaction.  The gist of it is that Christine told my cancer cells that they had been working very hard for me (although misguidedly), and their job was complete.  Since their job was complete, they could stop.  And they were looked over by a very high, loving being that would look after their welfare.  When the session was over, I felt lighter, safe, and filled with peace.

We used the gifts of hypnotherapy, working in parallel with my doctors, to allow for healing on all levels.

As of this date, I have offered this protocol of Raising The Consciousness Of Cancer Cells to five fellow cancer patients and look forward to helping many more.



Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Score Cards

I'm imagining an ET dropping by to check out what's going on here on earth.  What humans are all about.  It notices that humans are amazingly playful.  Is astounded by the hundreds of forms of play humans have created.  Notices that there are these things humans refer to as games, with most of them having an element that seems to fire humans up; competition.  They conclude that two components of human structure are playfulness and competitiveness.  I'd have to agree with that ET. Playfulness and competitiveness must be in our DNA.

I'm all for embracing what comes from enjoying these elements of our human-ness.  And I see where it can get in our way.  Especially in something that is not so obvious to folks in a search for their reason for being here on earth: we can compete with ourselves, keeping our focus on being a winner or a loser in our own life game.  And so this is an invitation to check in on that inner score card that, face it, we all have.  Because what really matters is not whether or not we have an identifiable calling.  What matters is whether we are letting our souls participate in the every day choices and actions that will, often without our notice, keep us on course.  Then, in the being and the doing, we may at some point recognize what our soul has been up to all along.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Trixie

First of all, I am not afraid of bugs.  I just like them to keep to their business.  No fear.  Respect.  For all creatures, great and small.

Until, looking up from my morning coffee, I see a very large winged being sitting on the wall across the table from me, and I recognize that winged being to be a wasp.

All that no fear, respect for all creatures great and small, goes straight out the window.  It could fly at me.  I could swing at it. It could become defensive and swoop in, land on my arm, sting me with its nasty stinger!  I could swat it.  It could sting again and again before it dies!

I become aware that, given that it has yet to become airborne and done little more than crawl along the picture rail a foot from the ceiling, I might want to come up with a plan B in dealing with The Wasp Invasion.

I will name it.  I will call it Trixie.  Immediately I notice that I am now interested in seeing what is going on with Trixie.  Is she lost?  She's been crawling for a while.  I wonder if she is having trouble finding the door.  I open it wide for her.  She doesn't seem to notice it.  I wave the newspaper to encourage her to fly in the direction of the door.  No deal.  She is going to need more help.  I extend the edge of the newspaper close to her.  Trixie doesn't seem to consider a ride on a newspaper the avenue to her escape from the kitchen.  I push her with the edge of it, hoping to get her flying in the right direction.  Trixie falls to the floor.  She can't fly!  I gently scoop her up onto the newspaper and set her outside.  I wish Trixie well and close the door.  Trixie on the outside and me and my coffee inside.

I share this little saga because it has me wondering if giving the thing that has become an issue in our lives a name that makes it seem less threatening is a way to make it approachable. Might allow for a shift in perspective, for new information to come in, new solutions.

I won't mind if you borrow the name of my wasp.  I'm pretty sure Trixie will be okay with it too.



Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Every Moment Is A Pearl

If we were to ask our souls this question, and I challenge you to try, we'd get, "Absolutely, when you are on that richly challenging and beautiful planet referred to as earth, every moment is most surely a pearl."

If we were to ask our souls how this could possibly be so, given the abundance of moments that appear most definitely un-pearl-like, the response might be:

"Look for it."

In lieu of a New Year's Resolution, I offer the challenge of engaging, for just seven days, in the constant commitment to look for the pearl.  In every moment.

If you enjoyed your week of pearl hunting and you'd like to extend that most ecstatic experience of sharing in the perspective of the soul, by all means, be my guest.