I first met Helen Nibs in 2005 when I made an appointment for a Reiki treatment in her Oklahoma City office. The session literally changed my life, challenged my world view, and set me on a new path of exploration. You can read all about that in my book, Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation & Me. Beyond all the events that unfolded, I gained a life-long friend in Helen.
Through the years, I watched Helen constantly developing her natural, extraordinary healing and psychic gifts. Besides her energy healing work, she discovered an affinity for spirit communication. She learned the craft of mediumship with some of the top teachers of the day, including Mavis Pattilla and James Van Praagh. She also connects to the guides of Akashic Records for invaluable life counseling. What I’ve come to appreciate about Helen’s gift, is her ability to deliver messages from the spirit realm that are precisely what someone needs to hear at that particular moment in time.
A few months ago I attended one of Helen’s Evening with Spirit World Zoom events. She limits the sessions to 20 participants, with the hope that each person will receive a pertinent message. The expectation is that Helen will be functioning as a medium connecting to loved ones who have passed over. I signed up for the event mainly to support Helen and to see how it would go. Personally, there’s no one on the Otherside that I have much desire to hear from. No great unfinished business at this point. I didn’t expect a message for me.
The session started out with what appeared to be a “miss” on Helen’s part. She said a boy in a baseball uniform was coming through very strongly. No one in the group could claim a connection. She moved on. New people or information came through, appropriately matched to each participant. Interestingly, it wasn’t just a parade of the dearly departed, though a few showed up. The most moving one was a woman who had died from cancer and came to thank the friend who had cared for her. But in another instance, Helen appeared to be more visionary, relating the connection to animals and nature of another participant. She delivered a message of encouragement from Spirit.
a powerful message to me: your prayers make a difference
Then, the boy baseball player showed up again. He was persistent. At that point, I realized the ball player message was for me, which was mind boggling, because the boy is still very much alive. You may recall a boy named Easton Oliverson who suffered a major head injury in 2022 when he fell from a top bunk at the Little League World Series. The press always displayed him in his baseball uniform. While I had never met Easton, I’d been praying and sending him healing energy quite intensely in the weeks after his accident. Though I maintain a faithful daily practice of meditation and distance healing work, I sometimes wonder if I’m accomplishing anything at all. I might simply be a delusional, dotty woman spinning daydreams. Helen’s impression of Easton delivered a powerful message to me: your prayers make a difference. It was just what I needed to hear at the time.
Seeing Helen hone in on each person, catch a thread of connection and reel in a message was impressive to watch. Her lilting English accent and kind demeanor is a balm to the hurting and confused. Helen exudes a healing energy that comes through the ether like a warm hug.
Her next Evening with Spirit World is Thursday, March 16th, for the extremely modest price of $20. I understand she still has some spaces available. The participants will have an experience they will long remember. If you act now, you might be one of them. Sign up HERE.
One of my favorite moments in the life of Jesus is when he was awakened from a deep sleep on a boat by his frightened disciples as they thrashed about in a stormy sea. Mark 4:35-41 NIV
Jesus Calms the Storm
35 That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side.” 36 Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him. 37 A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. 38 Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?”
39 He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.
40 He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”
41 They were terrified and asked each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!”
Taking Authority Over Weather
Now when you live in Oklahoma for thirty years, as I did, you have plenty of opportunities to take a cue from Jesus and take authority over storms. Praying about weather conditions is a long-established practice for me. Of course, measuring the effectiveness of said prayers is fairly impossible. However, I did have one enlightening afternoon that has encourage me to stay the course.
About three years ago, I was living in Honolulu by then. My daughter, Sara, who lives in St. Louis, MO, with her family, sent me an urgent text.
Pray for Will and Gracie. They are on the school bus trying to get home and a big storm is here. It’s knocked down trees on their road and everything is flooding.
At the time Will was 10 and Gracie 7. I immediately took a deep dive into prayer mode and connected quickly. I saw Will comforting a very scared Grace, huddled together on the bus. My guides sent me instructions to help the bus driver maintain calm and control. Then I began to work on the storm itself. Thanks to the magic of satellite technology, I pulled up the weather map. They were in the reddest region of the tempest. Images formed in my mind of the clouds breaking up and moving away. It was if I was playing my part in a larger orchestration of storm manipulation. In real time I saw the satellite images forming a horseshoe of lessening intensity over the children’s neighborhood. Energy poured through me, along with images of clouds, wind, rain and sky. The satellite picture looked as if great hands were parting the clouds, pushing the red zone away from them.
I sighed in relief when another text reported the children home, safe and sound. A good Samaritan had arrived in the road with a chainsaw to clear the tree. The rain had abated in the area for a while. The bus driver had made wise decisions. Sadly, the flooding had been so severe on their street that two horses had been washed away.
Since that incident, I’ve taken my intervention for weather and my connection to our vibrant planet more seriously. The intelligence and spirit of earth is often called Gaia and I speak with her daily. A couple of months ago I received a beautiful image of Mother Gaia as a celestial figure, pregnant with earth in her womb. The atmosphere around her, a starry shawl and swirl of fractal lights. Magnificent.
I longed to capture some of that image in a meditation and it finally came together for me. I was also instructed to add a segment of visualization for rain for the southwest United States.
In John 14:12 Jesus said we could do the same things he demonstrated and even greater things. The growing awareness of the power of group consciousness certainly encourages like minded people to come together in the quantum fields to affect our world.
Join me and others in the Mother Earth Meditation with Visualization for Rain for Southwest United States.
Producing audio meditations is an increasingly co-creative act with Spirit. A few weeks ago I began to have glimpses of a figure wrapped in a beautiful golden cloak imbued with ruby red jewels. One quiet Sunday morning, I decided to set up my recording equipment, go into the prayer zone and see what developed. The result is the Ruby Angel Meditation. Images of golden energy raining down the walls of the room began the mental journey, followed by the appearance of the Ruby Angel. What follows is a healing session for the heart, both physical and emotional.
The music I felt led to use by Jesse Gallagher has glittering moments of drama, but I am not very familiar with the track and was somewhat oblivious to it when I was making the recording. The sync of the drama of the meditation and the music is purely “coincidental.” Or is it? I’ll let you be the judge.
I hope those who listen to the meditation are greatly blessed. ~~ Dana
Crash! The unmistakable sound of breaking glass grabbed my attention as I wiped down the elegant kitchen marble counter tops that October day last fall. I turned around in time to see our five-month-old Bengal kitten, Shadow, high tail out of the living room and disappear up the second story stairs to her hide out. Drat that cat! Of course I quickly blamed myself for not removing the beautiful blue and gold scalloped vase from the mantle in the first place. She was growing everyday, leaping and exploring her new home. I sheepishly dreaded having to tell my housemate and home owner, Connie, that her lovely vase now lay in smithereens across the shiny hardwood floor because of my carelessness. Of course, I could put that off, as Connie was currently on vacation in Italy, far away from this house on the hills of San Jose, CA.
Shadow
Frankly, at the time of the vase break, I was a bit miffed at my spirit guides for not telling me to remove it. It had crossed my mind and yet I had not taken that simple precaution and saved the vase. I’m an intuitive, sensing guides and angels ever around me, helping me navigate the daily functions of life. I rely on their guidance for everything from parking spots to knowing the exact day to place a Craigslist ad in the San Jose area for a place to stay in the middle of a pandemic. Connie just “happened” to browse the listings checking out kitten postings. She got me that day instead of a cat. It would be several months before Shadow joined the household. People remark on my “magical” life. At the moment of the crashing glass, it seemed the guides had let me down.
As it turned out, allowing the vase to break, may have saved my life.
Two nights later, I had finished dinner, cleaned the kitchen and headed up to my room. Being alone in the house, I had turned off all the downstairs lights. My room faced the street and was the only lighted area. By 9 pm I had changed to pj’s and set up my I-pad in the landing at the top of stairs in front of my bedroom doing some yoga. I had turned off the bright overhead lights, preferring the softer light through my bedroom door. Suddenly, my Boho Beautiful routine of stretches and zen poses was rudely interrupted by the sound of breaking glass from downstairs.
What is that cat doing now?, I thought. Cascades of breaking glass kept falling and falling. Good grief. Has that cat toppled the television? Is she running amuck sending artwork flying across the living room? Infuriated, I headed toward the stairs. Just as I reached the first step, the figure of a man rounded the dark corner, about to mount the stairs.
Without forethought, I assumed an Incredible Hulk stance and bellowed, “GET OUT!!” followed by deep growls. Truly, I sounded positively demonic. Guttural roars continued even after he had turned around and dashed away like the proverbial bat out of hell. I only quieted after I heard a car tear off down the street.
I stood at the top of stairs, blinking. Did that just happen? Have I just scared away a burglar? To say “something came over me,” is an understatement. In that moment when I saw that guy, I felt big and powerful. Like I could Kick His Ass.
The rest of the evening unfurled with efficient aid and protection. I’d recently gotten the phone number of a helpful neighbor, Mike. He answered my call immediately. When I said there had been a break-in, he replied, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Mike helped me deal with the police I’d called and then he boarded up the gaping hole in the French door. Mike is a real stand-up guy.
Mike
I also had a key to the unoccupied house of my daughter’s in-law’s home a mile away, so I didn’t have to sleep in the invaded house again. Looking back, I can see Grace and Provision every step along the way of the whole episode.
I think back on that experience with wonder. All in all, it was empowering to know I won’t fall apart in a crisis. My guides and angels totally came through. One theory about such things is that certain events have high probabilities in The Field as they get closer in time. The breaking vase two days earlier planted an assumption of a mischievous cat in my mind, not a scary home invading robber.
Had my guides seen the potential break-in and allowed, or even encouraged, the cat to break the vase and thus, set up my mindset? And who or what came through me as I took command at the top of the stairs?
You might be wondering if the police found the culprits. Maybe. The thieves’ activities in the neighborhood were captured on several security cameras and pieced together, which included reading a license plate from the car. I’m hoping maybe I scared the would-be burglar away from a life of crime. One can always hope.
Inany case, I am grateful to my spiritual team for their guidance and support. And I’m especially grateful to that naughty catfor breaking the vase.
New Year greetings to friends, followers, and passerbys. Looking back on 2021, most people were glad to see it go. Personally, in retrospect, I had an interesting and generally positive year. Since my husband passed in 2013, I’ve been a modern Mary Poppins, sailing in on my magic umbrella to where I seemed to be needed most. By January of 2021 I had floated down to San Jose, CA, living in the lovely house of a wonderful lady, a mere four minutes drive from the home of my younger daughter, who was about to deliver baby #4. Our darling Caleb was born on January 8 and has joined his sibling tribe with an amazingly sweet personality. I spent much of 2021 in parks, pushing swings or a stroller. The oldest grandchild, Noah, has embraced baseball. My pitching and catching skills have surprisingly improved.
My esoteric pursuits broadened in 2021 with intensive distance energy work for the myriad of names that came my way. My Hawaii prayer partners faithfully meet every Wednesday afternoon via Zoom through Unity Church of Hawaii (all welcome). Of course Covid played a prominent role on the prayer lists. A year ago one of my closest friends, Paula, became very ill. We pulled out all the stops for her. At the darkest hour I contemplated what a hole her departure would make in the lives of people very dear to me. And I had a flash of sorrowful empathy for the thousands suffering such losses in a time of woe. We are immensely grateful that Paula is still on planet Earth here in January of 2022. Her doctor recently told her he hadn’t expected her to survive and sent her home to die surrounded by her family, rather than alone in a hospital. She smiled and said, “He didn’t know about my spiritual team.”
Healing energy and information seems more real to me than ever. The Ever-Flowing Streams of Energy, as I call them in my spiritual memoir (Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation and Me), are flowing still. I tap into them every day, focusing on the names on my list. Some names I “hit” on more than others, sometimes getting full impressions of physical and emotional needs. I send energy as directed. Sometimes I pass on information that I think would be helpful. In the past two years, I’ve received enough validation of my impressions that I’ve grown bolder in sharing what I see. Of course, often I get impressions, but passing them on doesn’t seem particularly helpful, so I keep them to myself.
My greatest hope for 2022 is that we will collectively break out of the web of fear that has been cast so effectively over the world. The Light of Divinity is shining brightly for those who throw open the spiritual curtains.
Spirit has led me to continue recording meditations and energy transmissions on my YouTube channel. I generally have only a vague idea of what they will be about. I get into the Zone and let the words and energy flow. The latest one is geared for long haulers, chronic illness and anybody who wants to rise to a higher frequency of health.
Now, in January of 2022 I’ve “Mary Poppinsend” to the mountain village of Ben Lomond to a cottage on the banks of the San Lorenzo River. I hear the rushing water and have a view of a genuine replica of a Scottish castle. Redwood trees stand sentinel around me with their ancient Gaia energy. I think it’s going to be another very interesting year!
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.
Supernal Living with Dana Taylor 