Saturday, August 1, 2015

magic, shaman, and blue feathers

It's a full blue moon.  Extra magical time, but doesn't feel as magical as the rest of my month.

Two months ago, my Medicine Woman friend (Soul Momma) and I did a breathing technique to manifest our own energy.  We learned the technique from a video made by a Shaman in another country.  We put our energy into a BEEB, bio-etheric energy ball.  We breathed into the ball of energy formed in our hands, and asked the universe to bring us good news.  We breathed the ball from our hands, out into the world.  The sign we would see, to know it worked, was supposed to be a blue feather.  Okaaaay.  Weird.  I did not believe it at all. I did it to humor her.

For weeks, I saw blue butterflies.  Everywhere.  In person, in the mountains, random people sent me pics of blue butterflies... so strange.  Alas, no blue feathers.  Soul Momma patted my head and joked, "that's ok little one.  You are still learning."  snort.

The next month, Soul Momma called me, so excited.  Her Shaman friend was coming to town to give a talk on Native American Healing and Light Workers, which was only open by special invitation to Healers, Energy Workers, LightWorkers.  She had wanted me to meet him for many months, and I was invited.  When I arrived, Soul Momma rushed out, she was so delighted to show me something, she fell on the pavement.  She grabbed my hand, and drug me inside.  There, leaning against the wall, was the Shaman's staff... covered in blue feathers.  Wow.  Weird.  We stood there breathing "wow".  

The Shaman came around the corner, and he and I both stopped short, looking at each other with goosebumps.  We knew each other.  Somehow.  From somewhere.  (Later he had a hearty chuckle at my expense, when I asked him how we knew each other... and it was slowly dawning on me that it was not from this lifetime.  He said many lifetimes, with a twinkle in his eye, while he was still chuckling.)  So many things were familiar about him... his chuckle, his scent, his energy, his voice...  the connection was dizzying.  

During his talk, he gave everyone in the room a feather, and asked us to tap our skin and hands with the feather (which you could both hear and feel..., and it was strangely familiar).  It's to remind us we have cellular memory of being spiritual divine beings before we came to earth.  I was the only one in the room holding a blue feather.  I asked Soul Momma if this was a trick... was she pranking me?  She whispered "I wanted the blue feather." We giggled.    

After the talk, he asked for all the feathers back.  Except mine.  He told me I needed to keep it, it was for spiritual ascension and connection.  Oh. Okaaaaay. Weird.  Then he asked for a volunteer, as he pulled me out of my chair, to the front of the room.  I thought I might die of embarrassment, as I'm shy and incredibly uncomfortable in front of people.  He motioned for me to lay on the massage table, on a big buffalo hide. Ew. I did not want to touch the hide :( 

He wrapped me like a burrito (a buffalo burrito!) and did a short, gentle meditation.  The buffalo hide, his voice, the energy, was astonishingly familiar!  I was flooded with a rush of familiar sensations, deja-vu, the feel of the fur, the scent and warmth, being safe, then the sound of the feathers, another rush of familiar!  Deja-vu of flying, having wings, of being somewhere before earth...   Then the feathers on my skin- oh my that was so familiar it brought a lump to my throat and I had to choke back tears.  

He returned two weeks later for a weekend training ,which amazingly, I was completely available for (really?? not a single thing on my schedule for 3 days on a July weekend??)  He used my drum for the sacred healings.  And when I received my full healing session on the table, the feathers took me out of body, and I met my spiritual family.  They held me in their wings and we playfully tumbled in joy at being reunited; and flew together, and there was joy, and so much love!  And more remembering of who they are and who I was, who I am.  I want to feel them still, to remember my purpose, to feel my wings now.  I cannot explain any of this to anyone, I sound like a raving lunatic.  

I have been dizzy and unable to write since.  The last few weeks have been intense and mind blowing.  I have felt my heart swelling with intense and deep love, for myself, for him, for remembering.  Not necessarily attraction, but definitely remembering and connection.  The healing I received in his classes ... no words.  It all feels like remembering.

Clearly, there are many signs this is the right path.  I don't understand, my head is spinning and swimming, the human me can't comprehend all this.  I can't deny that I feel all of it so strongly, I am beginning to remember... now what?  How do I remember more?  How do I unfold my wings?  How can I stay connected with my spirit family?  How can I hear their guidance? 

What does it mean?  I am dizzy, almost remembering some things, but not enough to make any sense, I want to shake my head and have the fog clear...  I don't know who my guides are, I can't hear what they are saying, and I almost don't remember why I am here, or my purpose.  My human brain can't comprehend what's going on at all.  And it feels beautiful.

Perhaps he and I were together in another lifetime, or many lifetimes.  He woke something in me.  Not in a partner attraction sort of way, but a guide-partner.  He had many messages for me that there is no other way he could have known...  specific information that he couldn't have known otherwise.  Things that would make no sense to anybody else for any reason.  Like, "Spirit tells me to give you a message.  The movie Michael?  And smells like pie?  I have no idea why I'm supposed to tell you this."  And I tear up, the message is familiar to me because of someone else, whom I once loved. Okaaaaay.

At the end of classes, he told me he has never met someone with as pure energy as I have.  He told me he can feel that I had enormous trauma as a child and a painful life, and that I had healed so much and transmuted all of it beautifully, and remained pure.  He said that was incredibly rare on this planet, this level of pureness and good heart.  He said my chakras were clear (except my crown chakra which was a traffic jam of new information coming in), my energy was beautiful, and to keep working with my animal totems to process all the downloads. 

I said, "my animal totems?"  
He looked shocked, so shocked that suddenly I was self conscious.  
He asked, "you have done all this healing without knowing your spirit animal totems?!"
Um, yes.  
"How about your spirit guides?"   
Oh.  I just found out about them yesterday.
He stood there with his mouth open and closing, while I stood there blushing.
He looked around the room, back at me, then around me, and said, "You have more guides than I have ever seen."

I do?  Can you see them?
"Of course I can see them!"
Oh!  Please tell me more. Who are my animal totems?
"I can't.  That is your journey to meet them and know them.  I can't believe you have done all this work without knowing your guides.  Wow.  Um, well, keep up the good work.  Bye now."


He called me some weeks after the class to see how I was doing.  I said I felt weird, my body feels weird, twitching, I can watch the muscles twitch and move, rolling up and down my body.  There is light moving around my insides.  And my heart is getting bigger it almost hurts. I was worried. I might be possessed or insane.     He laughed and said that was wonderful.  Okaaaay.












Tuesday, July 7, 2015

mentors, teachers, and friends

My heart is about ready to bust, to split right open today.  I am filled to overflowing with so much love, the ladies in my life who are so good to me, who trust me, who are vulnerable with me, who honor me to touch them with healing.

I am grateful for my mentors and teachers, who guide me, teach me, are excited with me when I learn and make breakthroughs, who handle all my questions, who hold out a hand when I've lost my footing (or my mind), who laugh at my exuberance, lift me up, hold space for me to bloom into who I am meant to be...

I am grateful for airplanes, even when they sound like small weed-eaters and the propellers are about the same size as a weed-eater!  Yikes.  When they fly me through the air to go visit my bestie.

I am teary with emotion.  

Friday, May 29, 2015

what if everything mattered?

What if it really mattered, everything had a reason?  Every interaction, relationship, every painful ending... What if it was to line everything up cosmically so better things could happen?  I hope so.

What if all the world debt really is paid off?  What if we all, every single one of us, got to be free, abundant, vibrant, thriving humans, living from our hearts?  Doing what we love, creating, sharing, loving, joyfully making a life instead of a living? Thriving, not just surviving?  Can you imagine??
I am sure trying to.

I want it. Beautiful changes in the world!  I want it so badly, not just for me (although I would sure enjoy it) but for everyone who is struggling, who has pain, who is being suffocated, stifled, oppressed, raped by the system.  I want joy for everyone.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

taking one for the team, mastering painful families

Long talk with L. today on my way out of town.  I had to pull off the side of the road so we could visit before I lost reception.  Her guides are from other planets and places.  I'm not sure about mine...  Her guides told her to tell me I'm an ancient soul, as old as time.  I have reincarnated many lifetimes on many planets and galaxies.  

She says I cam here on purpose, and chose the most painful, abusive childhood, on purpose.  Not from one, but four parents (parents and step parents).  I took one for the team.  Because experiencing all that pain and healing will not only help others heal, but will raise the vibration of love on the whole planet, change the whole grid of humanity here.  

Well that sounds a lot better than being a hopeless victim!  Gives me a purpose, a reason for it all, and I can turn it into something beautiful, unconditional love or something.  Since that's why I came here.

We also discussed the split that happens in the psyche with too much abuse.  It's a separation that is necessary for survival, like a starfish that cuts off a limb to get away from predators.  But how do you heal that split? How do you bring the two parts back together?  Re-attach the leg?  Or soul?  The vulnerable authentic child self that has been tucked away and protected, and the "functioning" adult self? Plus... two distinct halves of the brain that function and process entirely differently.  Plus the shadow self and light self... and living in human 3D dimension as well as in higher vibration.  How do we bring all those fragmented selves together into one cohesive well adjusted whole?

We also discussed our families- if we can heal enough to deal with them and no triggers and attachments... that is ultimate mastery.  Or- are our parents so dysfunctional that we must sever ties completely?  Maybe that is master- being complete in our own right, without a family?  

Our families cord into us (energetically, like electrical synapses and magnets, vampires to suck our energy and keep us depleted, and we are so accustomed to that vibration that we keep going back because they tell us it's love, and each time we think it will feel better.

Maybe the mastery isn't in resolving it with them, making peace and non-attachment.  Maybe mastery is in cutting off the blood supply and being whole.  I don't even know.  I suppose if they are doing more harm than good, they aren't good for me.

Monday, May 11, 2015

she hit me again

I'm climbing into bed, got home from Reiki with friends.  What beautiful souls there, it's surreal being so safe and vulnerable with some people.  H. wrapped her arms around me and rocked me, and held me while I cried, mourning the last of my inner child who has never been rocked or held safe.  M and L held me too, comforted me, reassured me.  How can I feel like a beautiful goddess coming into my own light and also small and vulnerable at the same time?

Two days ago my step mom hit me.  Again.  For the last time.  Two days ago my dad wasn't there to protect me or stop her.  I'm sad it came to that, for me to really see with new eyes what kind of people they choose to be.  They will never see my gentle soul or love me.  Now they won't see my son either, because she has scared him.  He was there when it happened, he heard it.  I won't continue to expose him to that kind of crazy (he gets enough trickle down affect from my childhood already).

This is not my family.  Family doesn't hit each other.  This is not my tribe.  I want nothing more in any way from these people.  Thank you for the lessons, it's time for me to cut ties now.  It's time to be done with this dance of insanity.

Tomorrow I get my new driver's license, then it's my birthday.  What will my new me be like?  Strong, graceful, powerful, strong boundaries, loving, beautiful, strong boundaries, goddess of light on the divine path, the way of God.  I surrender to this new path.

Guides, please protect me and my son.  I'll do my best to surrender and trust this journey.  Please keep us safe.  Please help me to transform these lessons into something worth living for.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

spirit medicine healing

We traveled quite a ways to meet the Shaman who would hold the ceremony for spirit medicine healing.  It was a small group, intimate actually.  

Two males, including the Shaman, and three females, including me. We have been doing deep work together for the last year, and this weekend would be transformational.  This is what I journaled immediately following the ceremony, to remember as many details as possible.

Sitting in the center of the circle, the others sitting around me to hold space and bring me back safely.


First I felt a heaviness and a lightness, I am falling inside out, collapsing in, exploding out. A falling back and a floating away.  I saw felt and breathed lines, with colors in between. Maybe a kalaidescope.  Then the lines started to pulse, like music, or with the music.  I could feel the thought of sound, pulsing out.  Waves of light and sound, waves of wavy ripples.  




Then I saw bright warmth, like the sun.  I was drawn and pulled in, yellow golden life of all, everything.  Then a pink, soft swirl, slowly turning, opening like petals unfolding, unwrapping, pink becoming more vivid, getting bigger and opening, petal by petal.



A heartbeat thrum pulse connects the golden light to the flower, the flower becomes the sun, and I become the flower.

I am back in my body for a moment, then the light asks, "see?  feel it?"  


The music pulls me back out, toward the light, through the light, filling me up with the light, now I see pink skies and then dark skies and stars, nebulas, galaxies, forever and ever. I'm pulling them, breathing them into my body, and they are breathing in and out of me, I am big and little, here and there, inside and outside.  I am being sucked back toward my body again, and I'm pulling the stars and galaxies with me, breathing them into me, and they turn into my cells. 

The light is bright again, I'm back in my body on the mat.  With all the stars I brought with me, breathing them in, pulling in their light.  Then I'm back out again, pink red skies, nebulas, pulsing warmth heartbeat, music, water, cells all on the same breath.  I am just being created, or re-created; stars becoming cells and I am in this nebula that becomes a womb, I can feel and hear the heartbeat and I am a tiny universe, the stars becoming my cells.  I am observing, weeping.  It takes my breath away, how beautiful.  Words cannot describe this intense feeling.

This feeling of ending and beginning, inside out, expanding and collapsing, and being safe in a womb, safe, heartbeat, the umbilical cord that connects me to to all of everything that ever is and was.  I am vast and tiny at the same time, old and young, here and there, I taste the music, I hear my cells, I breathe in galaxies to fill me up.  I am being pulled back into my body, I want to remember it all, every eternity of it.  I don't want to forget when I get back in my body and wake.

I am being softly pulled, gently floating out of the womb, and I am floating through... I am confused, I see different colors, it's cooler.  I see watercolery, greens and blues, swishing together, blurry and unfocused.  It's leaves!!  Tree tops!  And sky!  

What is this?  I am squinting, trying to focus but I'm so confused and a little scared.  I'm drifting down, through these soft leaves, it's refreshing.  A new breath, and breeze?  Is this breeze? Now I am far away from the light, warmth, but there is dapply light coming through the leaves, it's ok, I can still feel it.  This is my new home, for a while.  It's so different, the pulse is so faint, I can almost not hear it.  The trees hear it, this soft green fluffy stuff on the ground hears it, it's so muffled and green here. I hope I can still remember...

My nose tickles and I can't move my arms.  The Shaman says to come back, wiggle my toes, see if my nose is still there.  How does he know my nose is tickly?  I feel like weeping in awe and beauty.  Here I am.

The grief then wells up. I roll to my side, curl up on the mat and cry.  All this time of feeling small and separate, of feeling little and lost, all this time I have been hungering and seeking, weeping to remember.     

for my spoken video, click below:
https://youtu.be/27H3dWMCuf4

My experience and visions must not be that unusual, as I was able to find pics online that embody what I wanted to share.

Friday, May 1, 2015

charmed despite the odds

Charmed.  Thinking about all the ways I have been blessed and never really acknowledged it.

By all accounts, I should not be alive.  Here I am, only 1 car wreck (fender bender between two cars at an almost stop).  Despite the odds, I am sane, sober, and healthy.  Despite the odds, I am a mom. Despite the odds, I am healing my life and  becoming a healer.  Despite the odds, I am creative, resourceful, determined.

Despite growing up with abusive parents, some of which were alcoholics, or druggies and in and out of rehab... despite the violence, I managed to keep a pure heart.

There have always been good people in my life to look after me, protect me, believe in me.  Looking back, I must have also had guides and angels, or I wouldn't be here. Thank you.

13 places I have lived were my first choice, even if I was low on the waiting list (dorm rooms, apartments, houses...)  I still got the places I wanted to be in.  Many of them had clotheslines and a small place for hammock and tiny garden.

I can stop watches, make lights go out, read people with psychic abilities, accomplish things like magic.  It must be when I am in flow, when I really believe it, and don't doubt that I deserve it, then magic happens.  I know it's not just because of me, but I am part of it.  

I can say or write things with purpose, and it happens. 

So... I deserve to be free of debt.  We all deserve that.

I deserve abundance, a place to live, a place I've always dreamed of, in nature.  I deserve to received lots of money/inheritance/investment/gift/grants, as well as earn good money.  I deserve somebody who believes in me and a healing center in nature.  The universe knows that people on Gaia need this.

Do I need a partner to help me with this?  Or do it on my own?  Will a stranger help?  I'm not sure yet. Either way, I need to know and believe I want this, dream of this, desire and deserve this.