Be transported to a multidimensional healing chamber in this latest audio transmission. Rest on a crystalline healing bed and receive frequencies from four fifth-dimension Master Healers. Very often when I’m working on healing energy clients, they will tell me they feel invisible hands on them during the session. As the images for this meditation began to appear in my mind’s eye, my multidimensional colleagues stepped into the picture and created a healing treatment. I invite you to indulge yourself to an otherworldly healing energy session.
I’ve been grimly ignoring the pull to read stories about the 20th anniversary of the 9/11/2001 events. Sure, I remember where I was when I turned on the TV to watch the second tower come down in real time. I remember Peter Jennings saying, ”Oh. My. God.” But, I didn’t want to go there today. It’s been a beautiful day. I went to the Farmer’s Market, bought gorgeous fruit, took a walk at the park. And yet….
A strange malaise has hovered over me all day. I felt weepy and forlorn. Just tired, I told myself. Get over it. Go to bed early, I said. But tonight, it finally rose into my consciousness—I’m part of the collective sadness of the heinous anniversary. The day the unthinkable happened and the world entered a very dark road we still walk. For the twenty year perspective reviews all that came after. First, the initial destruction and bewilderment of the plane crashes and immediate losses of life.
But what came after was insidious and perhaps more evil than the initial event. The US embarked on aggressive wars in foreign lands against undefined enemies. We invaded Iraq on a fake quest for ”weapons of mass destruction” and chased Saddam Hussein into a hole in the ground. Then quickly executed him.
Our young men and women responded to the call to “defend freedom” to die along the hot dusty roads and villages of Iraq and Afghanistan. The war machine cranked out millions of dollars for guns, tanks, and weaponry. Faceless CEOs lapped at the American war trough. A generation of America’s finest died or came home missing limbs from ied’s and terrorized by Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The recent ignoble retreat from Afghanistan insures a legacy of hardship and misery for the allies we left behind. Good luck with all that.
Excuse me if I’ve gotten just a little jaded about the kindly intention of the actions of the United States government. Pardon my skepticism at the words uttered by the powers-that-be. I’ve been through Richard Nixon, Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney, and the surreal Trump years. And sorry to say Uncle Joe Biden appears to be taking suppression and government control to even greater heights. At this point, I’m frankly pissed off, to put it delicately.
And yet, for the human race, I have hope. For despite the ugly revelations of the Old Guard, I see people striving toward mental and spiritual freedom. The Native American Water Protectors are rising up, finding their long-forgotten power. Women strain against eons of control and debasement. Racism is exposed and denounced. Climate change is kicking our butt. We’re still on a wild societal roller coaster ride. But I think we are beginning to realize we are all in this together.
We live on a small planet. What happens in a market place in China quickly fans across the globe. Social media puts us in instant contact with fellow Tik-Tokers two continents away. The basic desires of humanity for family, shelter, security and peace unites us all.
I can’t control my government, but I can embrace what is in my sphere of influence and give it my highest regard. Whether it’s through my time and energy with my family and friends, positive acts in the community or even creating something on my blog or YouTube channel to raise the collective consciousness, I’m giving it my best shot.
This world is what we make it. Let’s learn from the lessons of the last twenty years. We can do better. We can be better. I know we can.
A few months ago I featured fresh-voiced poet, Chelan Harkin, here at Supernal Living (Delight in the Divine with Chelan Harkin.) Her exuberant joy for the Creator and our natural world soothes the wounded soul. In this day of fear porn headlines, finding uplifting spiritual and emotional sources is crucial. Ms. Harkin’s collection, Susceptible to Light, truly brings a smile to the heart with whimsical verses and images. Her poems inspired my daily prayer/meditation sessions and set my mind on things from On High. Her work so delighted me, I asked her permission to record a sampling and post them to my YouTube channel.
The project took me most of the summer to curate, record, and find just the right photos to bring the words to life. It turned into a labor of love. Please take a few minutes to sit back and enjoy the celebration of Spirit from the creative mind of Chelan Harkin.
Getting to sleep can be challenging, especially in the summer when a late setting sun delays the pineal gland’s melatonin production. So many factors disturb our ability to sleep–artificial light, electronic screens, caffeine, and stress, to name a few. Glancing one last time at the day’s news is a surefire way to pump up the adrenals and ruin your sleep.
YouTube is a great source of sleep aids. There is a cornucopia of meditations, music, whale and dolphin sounds, and yoga nidra recordings to help the weary listener drift to dreamland.
This weekend I added my offering to the mix. In the Crystal Cave Meditation, I begin with physical body relaxation in the yoga nidra style. Then I lead a guided meditation to a mountain lake and crystal cave filled with healing energy and angels.
I invite you to tune in and hope you find it beneficial.
I was driving my friend, Helen, around the North Shore of Oahu to see the tropical sights a couple of years ago. As I maneuvered the twisty roads, she casually said, “Oh, your grandfather on your mother’s side just popped in.”
That might sound quite startling, but Helen is an energy healer and a trained medium. Her healing skills have had a profound impact on my life, chronicled in my book, Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation and Me. In a recent Skype call, we primarily discussed her work as a medium and what she would like people to understand about spirit communication. I asked her why she developed her mediumship skills.
She said, “I’ve found it is a way for me to use my gifts to offer people peace. A woman told me, I can get a good night’s sleep. Often people get stuck in their grief, guilt or unforgiveness. A session of spirit communication can offer a release and path to healing.”
Helen has encountered spirits who have passed over in many ways–including, illness, accidents, abortion, and suicide. Departed loved ones often convey similar messages–they are doing well. They’re not holding grudges. Aborted children might present themselves as a young person, usually to say they are fine and still a part of the family. Most abortions are not done lightly. Circumstances can seem impossible to a pregnant woman facing the responsibility of raising a child. Women often carry abortion guilt for the rest of their lives. Communication from that child’s spirit can bring immense healing.
One thing Helen emphasizes on her website, Ripples of Light, is not to give her information about potential spirits who may come through. She likes to have a clean mental slate.
“Clients are very vulnerable and often nervous when they come for a reading. They begin spouting information just as I am tuning into the situation. I always advise, hold on for a few minutes and see what messages come through first! It is a stronger validation if I can tell them their father died in bed with a heart condition, than if they tell me and I agree!
Spirit communication is not like talking on the phone. It is a language of images, symbols, and impressions. A medium may sense the person in spirit’s feelings, rather than getting a verbal communication. Mediums rely on a variety of senses, and it can vary depending on the medium’s strengths and the person in spirit. A medium can hear, see, smell/taste, know, or feel the message. If your Dad wasn’t a chatty soul in life, chances are that he will give his messages through a sense of knowing, or by sending pictures. I encourage people to be patient in a mediumship session, and let it unfold.
It’s also best not to come with with specific expectations. There’s no guarantee that your grandmother will show up and tell you where she hid the family jewels. Spirit communication, like energy healing, is free flowing and often unexpected. Usually, it is just what the clients need to hear, whether they understand it or not at the time.”
Helen is also an animal communicator, both with the living and the dead. Here is one testimonial from Ripples of Light:
“One of our cats went missing and we were all devastated, we put up posters all over the town and we searched everywhere… But no Mr. Tibs… Helen called me and broke the news that he would not be coming home as he had contacted her spiritually to ask her to tell me he was in cat heaven and was okay. After lots of tears, I asked Helen where his body was and even though she said that where his body was wasn’t as important as where his soul was, I needed to know, as I needed closure. Helen described to me where to find him (we live in England!) so off my hubby went and within 10 minutes he called me to say he had found him exactly where Helen has said he was. We were then able to bring him home and make him a grave. Helen has an amazing gift.” AT, Lincolnshire, England
To hone her craft, Helen has taken courses from from several of the most renowned spirit communication teachers in the world, including James Van Praagh. She is a Reiki master and offers energy healing through her website, Ripples of Light. Though she was born in Leicester, England, she is an American citizen and has lived in Oklahoma for two decades. Her accent and demeanor still resonate her English roots. Through the years, I’ve come to think of her as my magical Mary Poppins.
On that ride along the North Shore, my grandfather shared information about my mother that was very healing to me. The greatest gift is knowing my family is still with me. I am never alone.
Helen offers in-person sessions in Moore, Oklahoma and is trained in platform mediumship readings for groups. She is reaching beyond the Oklahoma borders through Ripples of Light website. Her healing sessions are available via Zoom, Skype and FaceTime. Treat yourself to a session for healing of the mind, body and spirit. Book your appointment today.
I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but apparently, I have turned into a Matriarch. I went from having a couple of adorable grandchildren to suddenly having SIX! (Daughter #2 was a late bloomer). With the restraints of lockdown lifted, my daughters and I celebrated a week together with all six grands, ages 6 months to 13 years, in Northern California. The highlight of the visit was a trip to the Big Trees near Arnold, CA.
Though Native Americans, bears, deer and other creatures surely knew of the majestic sequoia (aka redwood) groves, the first European descendants discovered them in 1850 and the trees soon became a tourist attraction. Of course with typical marauder disregard for the sanctity for natural life, the largest tree was felled in 1853. Over 1,200 years of life was displayed as a traveling trophy; the stump turned into a dance floor. I danced on it with my grand kids last week, 168 years since its demise.
Fortunately for the trees and future generations of humans, naturalists like John Muir, Senator John Conness and others, banded together to protect the groves from lumber companies. In 1931, 6,498 acres were designated as Calaveras Big Trees State Park. Easy walking trails meander among the mixed conifers and stands of ancient sequoias. Rising to heights over 300 feet tall and living over 3,000 years, the giant redwoods inspire speechless awe in the beholder. Literally, no words can adequately describe and express their splendor or emotional impact. Many of the trees have been given names–Palace Hotel Tree, Empire State (so tall), Pioneer Cabin, and Mother of the Forest, which sadly stands today as a testament to man’s destruction of nature. In 1854 it was skinned alive of its bark so it could be shipped East and reconstructed to show people a Big Tree. It subsequently died, losing its canopy in 1861. Today it stands as a fire scarred snag. The Mother of the Forest induces feelings of grief and loss. Yet, it is also a symbol of resilience. For despite the worst man could do to her, she still stands.
The sequoias are indeed resilient against drought and fire. Their reproduction is actually reliant on cycles of fire to release seed from pine cones. After the flames have died and the spring rains return, new generations of trees will sprout.
Walking among the Big Trees, the wind stirs the high branches, creating a symphony of swishing crescendos and pianissimos. The community of trees seem to form family groups, whispering over the human visitors roaming their domain. Hopefully, they’ve come to appreciate us, feeling our sense of wonder as we gaze upon them. My crew loved wandering the paths, exploring tree tunnels, and absorbing the sights of nature’s unending creativity.
The trip inspired me to create a new meditation, Wisdom of the Big Trees. Join me for a spiritual, healing journey into the heart of the ancient sequoias.