The night is dark, the covers warm. I rouse to consciousness. A wave of energy enters my head, tingles my skull and travels down my body. It swells in a crescendo of electricity, charging my hands and feet. A burst of energy jolts from my solar plexus, like a splash hitting the shore. The power diminishes and pulls back. I lie there and feel the fading ripples. Pleasant. Refreshing. Perplexing. I wonder what that’s about?
In the past year, those “energy blooms,” as I call them, have become part of my new multi-dimensional normal. I suspect I’m not the only sensitive experiencing new energetic phenomena.
A Year of Sudden Change
Like the rest of the planet, COVID-19 upended my world. In March of 2020 I was living in Honolulu, having moved there six years earlier as a new widow. I built a pleasant life. President of a women’s chorus, busy with rehearsals, board meetings and show plans. I’d found a metaphysical spiritual home at Unity Church of Hawaii and participated in a joyful, sometimes hilarious, children’s chapel service every Thursday morning. I met gal pals at restaurants before seeing a show or movie. And, oh yes, I swam in the warm ocean. Suddenly, that life was over. Within the span of two weeks, Hawaii went from having the lowest unemployment rate, to the highest in the nation. Hotels and restaurants shut down. Beaches and streets lay eerily deserted.
I isolated in my apartment, more fortunate than most. My view included the ocean and distant islands. On a clear day, I could see Maui. But, isolation is isolation. Added to that, pandemic stress caused a blow-up with my closest friend, tumbling me into sadness and confusion. Insomnia plunged me into a listless, daily fog. April and May crept along.
Trying to find my footing, I spent a lot of time in meditation. YouTube transmissions by Steve Nobel became a lifeline. (See post Beam Me Up, Steve Nobel). In some quantum physicy way, Steve manages to record energy-infused meditations. He builds an angelic power grid and sends healing frequencies into the ether. Or something like that. Steve’s meditations pack an energetic punch. Additionally, I spent time simply sitting on my couch, eyes closed, spirit open, welcoming Christ consciousness to aid in the healing of the planet through prayer. The days and hours floated away. I gave myself over to a Higher Power and incrementally grew in the process.
I also came together with new prayer partners through Zoom. We hunkered down with our lists of people in need, including a variety of Covid patients from around the world. Aunties, cousins, friends of friends. My mornings included an hour for the prayer list. Covid became a Supernal Adventure in prayer. There appear to be layers of susceptibility with Covid, both physical and emotional. Some patients require weeks of relentless energy treatments. We persevered with people later considered “miracles” of survival. I have some intuitive impressions about the whole handling of this virus, but I’ll keep them to myself for now.
By the end of May, I’d made up with my friend, but it was clear I needed to leave the island where my activities were at a standstill. At least on the mainland in Missouri, I could make myself useful with my older daughter’s family. I spent the summer in the woods, hanging out with my two oldest grand kids, swimming in their pool. Feeding the not-so-feral cats and raccoons. And I continued praying and sending healing energy.
The expanded focus on prayer, meditation, and healing energy transmission increased my “multi-dimensionality” (new word I made up). I suspect I’m simply one of thousands of Lightworkers operating in “new normals” such as:
Enhanced physical energy sensations such as jolts, heat, tingling and mirrored pain. To illustrate, I picked up “ghost” shoulder pain in a client on my massage table. That guided me in working the area with healing frequencies, along with the mental images of healing the tissues and opening energy blockages. Once the ghost pain cleared, I knew we’d made progress.
Clearer information downloads and impressions regarding emotional connections to illness. For example, a friend asked me to send healing energy to her son, who had been in a serious motor cycle accident. Over the course of several days, the sessions played movies in my mind–the impact of the crash, the cycle crushing his chest, injury to the neck, organ damage. Each day I received different specific things to heal. One day it seemed I was holding his large hands, could almost feel the touch. As it turned out, he underwent a hand surgery that day. I came to “know” his personality and emotions during that period.
Light language manifestation. At one point a new spirit language circled in my mind and then gushed from my throat. I chanted and sang in an unknown tongue, accompanied by energy jolts. I recorded a few sessions and shared them with friends. Interesting and inexplicable.
Animal communication. That has not been a strong gift for me. But recently a friend asked me to send healing energy to her limping pet peacock, Blueberry. I pictured Blueberry and there was a moment when I suddenly connected with him. His haughty personality came through clear and strong. He feels greatly superior to his fowl friends. I saw he picks through his food to find some larger grains that are his favorite. I asked my friend about that. She confirmed she adds sunflower seeds to the regular chicken feed. I also saw some torn tissue in his leg and sent him healing energy. I’m happy to report Blueberry is on the mend.
Manifesting Material Needs. Whatever I need seems to come into my reality fairly quickly and easily. (And I’m not talking about ordering stuff from Amazon, although I’ve certainly mastered that skill.) The most impressive example is my current living situation. By the fall of 2020, circumstances pointed to moving to San Jose to be near my expecting-baby-#4 younger daughter. I felt my best bet was to place a well-written ad in Craig’s List. One Friday morning in October, intuition whispered, Post the ad today. I created a headline naming a certain elementary school, Do You Live Near….? On Saturday morning my now-housemate happened over to Craig’s List looking up the cat adoption postings. As it turned out, she got me instead of a cat. She rarely looks at Craig’s List, but “something” put the notion in her mind. I moved into her lovely hillside home in November overlooking the Silicon Valley. My room is cozy and there’s even a grand piano to play in the living room. Seeing a daily parade of wild turkeys crossing into the meadows is an added bonus. My daughter’s house is a four minute drive away. It’s worked out better than I imagined.
Blessings in Disguise
Though I was gobsmacked by the early days of the pandemic and certainly distressed with many unfolding events, I have to say, personally, I have been exceedingly blessed this year. The friends and family who contracted Covid-19 have recovered. My newest grandson joined his boisterous family with joy and celebration.
Connection to Spirit has strengthened. I’m taking “energy blooms” and enhanced multi-dimensional skills in stride. Social media reveals thousands of other Lightworkers are now on the planet quietly working for the greater good. If you’ve had similar experiences, feel free to share in the comments. What is your “new multi-dimensional normal”?
Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation & Me ~ A Spiritual Memoir
An Open Letter to Nazanin Ratcliffe
Update March 8, 2021– it’s been five years since I originally wrote this post. Nazanin served her first sentence and now faces new charges. Gabriella now lives in London with her father, Richard. The world still watches and laments the power plays between Iran and England, using this mother as a pawn. See the video below of many women sharing Nazanin’s poem, A Yard of Sky.
On April 3, 2016, Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe, a 37 year old charity worker, was arrested without formal charges by the Iranian Revolutionary Guard at the airport. She was returning to the UK after a visit with her parents. The passport of her 22 month old daughter, Gabriella, was confiscated. Gabriella is in the custody of her grandparents. Richard Ratcliffe, Nazanin’s husband, is trying all avenues to obtain his wife’s release. She remains in prison.
I am one of the over 800,000 people around the globe who have signed the petition at Change.org requesting your release from prison in Iran. There are countless stories of social injustices and people wrongfully imprisoned. No one person can embrace or follow them all without going mad. However, your story ~ your face, your child, your parents, your husband ~ has become personal to me. It may be because you are near the age of my daughters and your darling Gabriella could be my grandchild. The idea of you wasting away in a prison cell, separated from your toddler and husband, Richard, trapped as a political pawn, hurts my heart.
I’d like to apologize to you, Nazanin. I’m very sorry that as part of the older generation, the one that was supposed to make the place a safer, kinder, more loving place, we have failed miserably. The fact that two countries, in this case Great Britain and Iran, find it acceptable to punish you for their political disagreements, is reprehensible. With all the technological achievements the human race has made in the past decades, we have come no closer healing old grievances. Consequently, your little girl receives no good answers as to why her mother has lost all freedoms. She is barred from seeing her father and can’t go home. The sadness and fears of her grandparents’ situation must be leaving an indelible impression.
And for what? Because Great Britain never paid an old debt to Iran? Or perhaps you are being held as a bit of collateral for a later political deal. The power players may think themselves very clever, but it’s a weary game that nobody ever wins. I’m sorry, Nazanin, that civilization hasn’t broken through old patterns and risen to something smarter, kinder, and compassionate.
But know this, Nazanin. I am praying for you every day. I am one of many. I know you’ve felt like giving up. You’ve even stopped eating, become sick and despondent. Everyday I send you ribbons of energy and color. In my mind’s eye I imagine a different color uplifting you. I hope that on a physical level those colors manifest themselves to you in a tangible form of encouragement.
I even pray for your captors, your guards and handlers. I pray they treat you well and offer you moments of grace. Of course, I include your husband, daughter, and parents in my meditations. They need all the strength they can muster.
This world is really a very small place. Rulers of little countries vying for power is ridiculous from a higher viewpoint ~ like watching one army of ants battle another army of ants on the jungle floor. I pray for the day that small-minded leaders give way to humans of higher intelligence offering positive creative solutions to the self-inflicted problems of the present.
It’s time to say, enough. The old ways have not served us well. Let us find new ways to create a better society for all the inhabitants of Planet Earth.
Until then, I will continue to pray for you, Nazanin. I hope you sense the Light overcoming the Darkness.
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Lord make Me an instrument of Your peace
Where there is hatred let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine master grant that I may
Not so much seek to be consoled as to console
To be understood, as to understand.
To be loved, as to love
For it is in giving that we receive
And it is in pardoning that we are pardoned
And it is in dying that we are born…
To eternal life.
The classic prayer associated with St. Francis of Assisi offers a path to peace and reconciliation. I offer it now as a twenty minute meditation to open energetic connection to the Divine.
Bright Blessings– Dana
Part Three in a Series
A close friend of mine, Thom, lost his long-time partner, Wayne, three months ago. Wayne’s passing was not a really a shock. He was 79 years old and in frail health. As parting experiences go, Thom and Wayne were a more fortunate couple than many. They had spent months in seclusion avoiding Covid-19 in their lovely island home. Over the summer, Wayne had been strong enough to nurture his beloved vegetable garden. Thom posted pictures of Wayne’s impressive heirloom tomatoes for Facebook friends to see. One fateful fall morning, Thom got up early to head downstairs to make their coffee and let Jake, their dog, outside for a while. When he returned to their bedroom, he found Wayne collapsed and unconscious from a stroke.
For Thom, the day tilted into a surreal jumble of ambulances, medivac helicopters, phone calls to Wayne’s children, doctor updates and a dash to the hospital. By seven o’clock that evening, Thom and the family circled the hospital bed and said goodbye as Wayne took his last breath. In many ways, it was a beautiful passing. A gentle passing. For Thom, it was the beginning of the unavoidable journey through grief.
Power of Prayer Beyond Death
We’re living in an era of death and grieving. As a spiritually aware person and energy healer, I consider praying for the departed and their families an extension of the healing work I do. I firmly believe death is not an end but a transformation from physical to non-physical. It’s a birth. And I’ve been in enough birthing rooms to know it’s not an easy process. Certainly life outside the womb is a big adjustment for a newborn. I suspect there’s a corresponding birthing process to other dimensions that is equally taxing and sometimes traumatic. (See my post Conversations with the Afterlife.)
The classic books by Dr. Michael Newton, Journey of Souls and Destiny of Souls, give us a glimpse of life-between-lives through hypnosis sessions with his patients. It appears the afterlife is far more complicated than a gentle reunion with loved ones or meeting an angel and dwelling forever in clouds and playing a harp. Our consciousness moves into other dimensions and often requires healing after traumatic passings or difficult lives. Even people who led fairly happy lives go through pangs of separation.
Healing prayers from those of us on the earthly plane aid in the transitional process. Prayers project power and frequency into other dimensions as surely as they do in our familiar three dimensional reality. My Supernal Friend, Sue, has a practice of praying for departed souls for a year after their transition. She asks for divine helpers to aid their adjustment and bring them peace for their grieving process of the life they left behind. Her efforts have been validated in messages from the other side through mediums. My husband, David, once came through unexpectedly to thank her for her prayers. His gratitude surprised us, because they’d shared an uneasy relationship on this side of the veil.
Healing for the Bereaved
Healing energy for people going through the very real wounds of grief is entirely appropriate. Humans truly bond at an energetic level. We create cords of attachment. Death severs those cords as surely as cutting off an arm. The term “broken heart” is literal. Deep grief can trigger a myriad of physical problems. (See article Physical Symptoms of Grief.)
Six months after my husband’s death, the grief hit me. A sadness I couldn’t ignore or simply talk away. I was fortunate to have a network of energy healers to help me through. Reiki treatments and massages from a gifted energy healer helped me rise out of the depths of my despair. David and I were granted one lucid dream encounter to say goodbye. (See Grace Through Grief: Six Months After My Husband’s Passing)
In this age of massive Covid deaths, helping people through grief is crucial. Reaching out to our friends and family with prayers, presents, cards and more is something we should all be doing.
The veil between this life and the next is becoming thinner all the time. Netflix has a new series entitled SURVIVING DEATH that explores the various avenues of afterlife communication. Interviews with mediums, ghost hunters,and reincarnation experts all raise tantalizing questions about life after death. For people suffering the worst throes of grief, it’s comforting to think their loved one still exists at some level. But there is no denying the loss of the physical presence. The departed are sorely missed. (Watch SURVIVING DEATH TRAILER)
Grief hit Thom hard. He lost thirty pounds the first six weeks. His normally ebullient personality couldn’t overcome the sadness. But, he is working through it with the help of a network of friends. The outpouring of flowers, gifts, phone calls and messages helped. Jake, their Australian shepherd, has been a comforting companion and faithful walking partner. Wayne’s grandsons visited to clean the garden and chop wood for the fireplace. Thom knows many people love him and wish him well. He will always miss Wayne, but in a million memories and otherworldly moments of awareness, he knows at some level, Wayne is always with him. He is now making plans for the future.
This era of sadness is also an opportunity for all of us to reach out and do something for someone else. Discover the power of your prayers to help others. By serving each other, we can rise out of our collective grief. Only then will we build a better future for ourselves and generations to come.
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by Dana Taylor—Part Two in a Series