Apr 17 2015

CHARLES A. LINDBERGH- Mystical Experience

Here’s an interesting piece from Ellis Nelson about a mystical experience during the famous first flight across the Atlantic. Sounds as life changing as an NDE.

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Last week I was sure this week’s blog would be on John Dee. I’ve read several books about the Elizabethan alchemist, queen’s spy, and magus. But John Dee is a complicated subject, and well, I got sidetracked in a synchronistic sort of way. Consulting Harper’s Encyclopedia of Mystical and Paranormal Experiences, I was shocked to find John Dee not included, but stumbled on a fascinating little entry on Charles Lindbergh. Lindbergh? THE Lindbergh? Yup!

I suppose some of you may have heard of John Dee, but I’m sure all of you recognize Charles Lindbergh. The twenty-five year old, unknown air mail pilot became an overnight, worldwide household name in 1927 when he completed his non-stop transatlantic flight. You might even remember the tragic loss of his son in 1932 in what was called “the crime of the century”. And there are a few of you who are mulling over the…

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Apr 7 2015

Why Dying Is Easier for Doctors

Helping people have a “good death” with dignity, peace, and joy should be part of our New Normal.

Mar 7 2015

Follow Your Intuition–Or Suffer the Consequences

Today on Facebook someone asked “how did following your intuition give you something amazing?” I had a few stories to share. Truth is, I have so many, you’d doubt my sanity. (Oh wait, you already do.) Nowadays I make most decisions by following intuition before logic. More right brain than left brain. Generally, I try to get both sides in agreement. I lead with the right side for everything from finding prime parking spots to my recent location of an apartment in Hawaii. I’ve learned the hard way that ignoring my intuition gets me into trouble. For instance: Don’t eat that! Several years ago at a church potluck I hesitated scooping someone’s crab salad onto my plate. “Something” told me not to eat it. Why not? It looked perfectly delicious. And it was very tasty. The next morning I awakened with hives under my arms. What’s this?, I thought. The crab salad. I itched and felt generally lousy for the next five days as the rash spread slowly up and down my body. Shellfish and I evidently do not get along. I tried a little clam chowder a few years back and broke out across my chest. Sorry, Red Lobster, I’m heading to Chili’s. Don’t go! My once-a-month writing club was meeting. I didn’t want to miss it. Yet, I kept sensing I should not go. My right brain and left brain had quite the argument. Left brain produced a compelling list of good reasons to go–educational, networking, good weather, getting out of the house! Right brain could say nothing more than don’t go. So, I went. Or at least, tried. As I was zipping down the freeway, a chunk of concrete smashed into my back tire. It completely shredded. I sat on the side of the road and watched a tow truck drive the car off to a shop. My daughter picked me up. After the tire was replaced, my stubborn left brain insisted on trying to get into the meeting an hour late. I sped to the office complex only to discover the building was locked. I banged on the doors and could not get in. I have no idea what went on at that meeting, but, clearly it was not in my best interest to be there.

Supernal Lesson: following intuition taps into a broader information stream than the logical left brain possesses. Learn to listen to your intuition. It makes life a lot easier.

Blessings! Dana Taylor Visit my Books and Bio Page

Jan 17 2015

What is “Supernal Living?”

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Dana Taylor ~ Award-winning author, Light Worker, Reiki Master, Spiritual Adventurer

“Supernal” is defined as “from on high: Heavenly.”

“Supernal Living” is developing a spiritual awareness for making a positive difference in our relationships, health, community, and our planet.

“Supernal Living” refers to incorporating the unseen dimensions of spirit and connection with familiar physical perceptions. While I’ve led a very “God-conscious” life, winding a path through Christianity, spirituality, and healing, many elements came into focus beginning in 2005. My book, Ever-Flowing Streams, chronicles key events in my spiritual walk. The dramatic healing of a friend from an “incurable” disease through the gifted hands of a Reiki therapist, Helen (Ripples of Light), set us on a new course.

Studying subjects such as quantum physics, integrative medicine, paranormal events, energy healing and spirituality, our paradigm of “reality” is constantly expanding. We call it “Supernal Living.”

Read heart-felt response posted on a personal blog from Echelon Press’ Karen Syed.

Also visit Dana Taylor Bio and Books Page.

Dec 21 2014

No Sissies Allowed

Merry Christmas from Dana and Gracie

Bette Davis said, “Getting old isn’t for sissies.” While I don’t think I yet qualify as “old,” (whenever that is), I have passed through many of life’s stages. A year ago I was experiencing my first Christmas as a widow. I’d had a nice Thanksgiving with my daughters, but they had flown home by early December. I needed to have a quiet time put an end to My Goodbye Year (see post of 12/2013).

I pulled out a long-neglected manuscript (Proud Heart), and dove into one of the first stories I had written. I cleaned up some newbie-writing problems and enjoyed re-discovering my characters. The inspiration for the heroine had been my Grandma Rose. I am glad I finally published her story.

2014 was a year of new birth. In February, almost exactly a year from the passing of my husband, David, our younger daughter, Cary, gave birth to Noah David in Hawaii. After spending nearly a month in the Manoa Valley helping shepherd Noah into the world, I returned to my solitary existence in California. I now had three grandchildren, two in Missouri and one in Hawaii. I took stock of my life. The California house had been in my family since 1963. It was comfortable, but it was mighty lonely. I could spend years as my father and grandmother had done, living alone and waiting for people to visit. Oh, I had friends and many activities, but home is where the heart is and those grandkids are my joy.

So, I prayed and asked for a LOT of help to ready the house for sale and start a new chapter of life. My spiritual helpers were on it. A friendly, helpful , professional realtor came my way. (You’re the best Tom Fosmire!) A great handyman, Ron, appeared to patch, paint, and repair all the little upgrades needed to make the house market-worthy. Closets were cleaned, several lifetimes of photographs shipped to Missouri, and the barest of personal belongings kept. Several friends helped with the obligatory garage sale in July. By September a young couple ready to begin their life together had made an offer and I walked out of the carved wooden front door for the last time.

First stop was Missouri, where my cat and I settled into the top floor of my daughter and son-in-law’s lovely house. It’s a big house and I’ve been happy to pitch in with housekeeping chores, cooking, and child care. I’ve read the first three Harry Potter books aloud to six-year-old Will and specialize in funny faces in the mirror before tucking him into bed.

Several outdoor cats provide much feline drama and entertainment. I enjoyed the colors of fall and the first dusting of snow. I will enjoy my first Missouri Christmas and after the New Year I will be heading to Hawaii to ride out the winter in the tropics with Baby Noah.

I don’t feel old, but I do sense that every day is a gift and each year passes quickly. I begin each morning in prayer and meditation, sending love to friends, family, and the world. I ask for guidance and my spiritual “team” steers me in the paths I take. I am amazed at the grace I receive.

2015 is bound to be full of surprises. Where will I live? Will I make new friends? How will I lead the most meaningful life? Whatever happens, I am counting on Spirit to give me the courage I need to embrace challenges and definitely not be a “sissy.”

Blessings to all for the Holidays—

Dana Taylor

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Jul 6 2014

The Final Fourth of July

I was ten years old the first time I celebrated the Fourth of July in my California home. With a backyard pool and neighborhood fireworks permitted, our house became the Fourth Party Place for half a century. Once upon a time, I was the kid jumping in the deep end, swimming to grandmothers, aunts, and uncles. Years later, my mother taught my children how to swim in the shallow end. This year, I was the “Nina” catching children and going round in circles (“motor boat, motor boat go so fast.”)

This Fourth was busy, noisy, and merry. But, most days it’s gotten very quiet. Too quiet. The aunts and uncles are gone. Mom, Dad, the grandparents–all swimming in that great pool in the sky. My own grand kids live thousands of miles away. Going to Nina’s house isn’t exactly over the river and through the woods. It requires stop overs and lots of travel money.

Earlier this year I came to the decision it was time to give up the family homestead and move on. It’s one more adjustment to being part of The Widow’s Club. So I’m packing up, selling off, and hoping for great adventures ahead. First stop will be St. Louis and settling into a space at Daughter #1’s house. Come the height of winter, you’ll probably be able to find me in Hawaii with Daughter #2. Sounds pretty sweet, doesn’t it?

Reiki healing energy travels well. I’m sure clients will be led to my door wherever I go. Maybe I’ll even start a new book or two.

I am blessed to have friends in so many places–from sea to shining sea. I look forward to visiting many of you–and making new friends along the way.

Blessings to all–