When It Gets Real

by Dana Taylor

9:02 am of April 19, 1995 is forever etched into my memory. My cozy home in an Oklahoma City suburb suddenly shook as if, well, a bomb had gone off. Which indeed, it had. The walls, floors, and offices of the downtown Murrah Building blew to smithereens. Dozens died, including babies in the day care center.

(AP Photo/Bill Waugh, Flle)

A whole city of individuals was suddenly pulled together in a mutual cataclysmic event. The rose colored glasses of thinking we lived in a safe place were ripped off. Disbelief morphed into collective grief. Everyone experienced their own revelations as the days and weeks unfolded. Personally, I developed a sense of empathy for victims of random violence I had not known before. I’d lived a protected life, free from the horrors of war and chaos. When I read of bombs going off in foreign cafes or a suicide bomber destroying a wedding, I couldn’t identify. Those things happened far away. They were more like stories in movies. Not real. Suddenly I felt the reality of instant, random death and calculated hate. Real shit.

Fast forward twenty-five years. The global pandemic. It’s not just some disease in some foreign country affecting people who don’t speak my language. No, it’s here. It’s now. It’s real. Real shit.

And then this Memorial Day, it really hits the fan with the murder of George Floyd. The event is a perfect storm of people locked up and FED UP. Throw in some anarchists, stupid Tweets, and rage. Cities across the US and the world explode.

So, what to make of this? I’m sure sociologists better educated than I will analyze our collective psyches. But to me it seems the message clear: we are all in this together.

Disease and violence isn’t just something that visits other people in other lands. They are part of the human experience. According to the soothsayers, channelers and assorted spiritual teachers, we are in the opening decade of The Awakening, an appropriate moniker. A very rude Awakening indeed. This is all a slap in the face.  And yet, so necessary. Wake up! Wake up to white privilege and racism. Wake up to global annihilation. Wake up to ugly truths and well, more of that, real shit.

What to do? Play the blame game? Point the fingers? Hide in our homes and watch Netflix? Of course, there are no easy solutions. Yet, common sense tells me if we are all in this together, then we all have to play our part. This is a watershed moment. As individuals we make choices that ripple into our families and communities. No one person or organization or government is going to “save” us. We have choices. We can pull together for the greater good, one person at a time. Or we can further devolve into fighting factions. Which will it be?

There are certainly compelling arguments for doom and gloom. The chaos will continue. The wake up calls have just begun. But, we live on a planet of free will. We make the decisions that set the course of our individual lives. Collectively, we make decisions that set the course of the nations. It’s time to learn from the past, but not repeat it. Time to break the patterns, tear down the old walls, come up with fresh ideas.

Despite the headlines and upcoming uninspiring election choices, I see hope in younger leadership emerging with better ideas for the global community. Complacency is not an option. If enough people can meet the chaos with kindness over fear, with peace over destruction, we can witness positive, compassionate changes in our societies.

It took a while, but after the Oklahoma City bombing, community leaders came together in a cooperative manner.  A beautiful memorial now sits on the site of the destruction. The decaying downtown area was reimagined and revitalized.

Planet earth can also be reimagined and revitalized. It will take courage and compassionate action. No one is exempt. We are all in this together.

Bright blessings–

Dana

 

 

 

 

Calm Down and Shape Up With These Videos

by Dana Taylor

April 4, 2020

Keeping body, mind, and spirit together in quarantine isn’t easy. YouTube provides a variety of instruction, inspiration, and distraction. Here are some of my favorite channels to help you through the long days.

BODY

Fear and inactivity combine to produce physical aches and pains. Stiff back, anyone?  Qigong is an energy balancing, mild exercise modality to release tension and balance the body. Qigong with Kseny has a large selection of short routines to plug into your day whenever you feel the need to dispel tension and calm down.

The hoyden of workouts, Denise Austin, has kept America Fit and Slim for several decades. She’s still going strong. Whether you’re looking for cardio, interval training, yoga, pilates, or dancercize, Denise has a video for you.

MIND

How about trying to get sleep? Isn’t that a blast? YOGA NIDRA can turn off your monkey mind and help you drift off. This meditation from Liz Hill is working for me.

SPIRIT

There’s no lack of spiritual guides on YouTube. Everyone should practice great discernment when it comes to buying into anyone else’s view points. The preachers, astrologers and soothsayers are making lots of noise. My best advice is exercise critical thinking. Don’t just jump down the rabbit hole. That being said, here are a couple of my favorite spirit-minded guides:

Lee Harris is an intuitive guide. He offers cosmic perspectives for Lightworkers as we navigate this amazing era of human history.

Steve Nobel has uploaded 200 transmissions and interviews since 2016. His message is for Starseeds and Lightworkers. Personally, I find the transmissions powerful and refreshing. Most afternoons, I’ll take a power nap and turn on Steve. His soothing voice takes me to la-la land where I don’t actually sleep, but somehow reboot my body and brain. My body often buzzes with energy. If you’re open to mystical mind trips, float away with with Steve Nobel.

SUPERNAL MEDITATIONS

Travel to Hawaii with me to Makapu’u Beach for a sunset meditation into the tidal pools, meet a Hawaiian Ancestor, and release your tension into the turquoise waves of the Pacific.

Relax to the angel inspired Supernal Healing Chants received in my morning meditations.

Peace and blessings in these days of Spiritual Shaking and Awakening. Stay well!

Dana

The Healing Diaries–The Lady at The Safeway

In the past year I’ve noticed a definite rise in the multidimensional aspects of my life and the lives of my inner circle of four Supernal Friends. My main gift is energy healing and knowledge as a medical medium. My ability to tune into more specific information that is often verified seems to be accelerating. My friends’ gifts of healing, clairaudience, animal communication, and spirit communication, among others, have also become more acute. My healing work usually involves word-of-mouth recommendations. Often I work on intuition inspired “assignments” from Spirit, especially in terms of sending energy to Gaia and earth-related situations. Helen Bozman, the Reiki therapist featured prominently in my book, Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation & Me, has re-opened a healing office in Moore, Oklahoma.
The four of us Skype from three time zones semi-regularly sharing our experiences. This year has seen a rise in the “did that just happen?” moments. I don’t feel free to share their tales, but I thought it might be helpful to share some of my own experiences. I’m sure we aren’t the only ones experiencing vivid dreams, visions, time bending, spontaneous channeling, remarkable healing and more.
I’m starting a series I’m calling From the Healing Diaries, which are the journals I keep as events unfold. I present them to encourage others to explore their multi-dimensional senses and know there are many of us having extraordinary experiences.

The Lady At the Safeway

Last Monday afternoon I had a strong urge to go shopping at our local center in Hawai Kai on Oahu in the early evening. Most unusual for me to drive out at night for a leisurely stroll through Longs and Safeway, but the idea came to me so strongly, I decided to go with it. So, about 7 pm, under a beautiful tropical sky, I fired up my humble Corolla and headed down the ridge to shop. As I got out of my car, I thought about the fact that I never see homeless people at that center. The homeless have become ubiquitous in Honolulu. They make me sad and I often carry a few bills in my pockets if I know am likely to have an encounter. But, it’s not as likely in the Hawaii Kai suburb. So, I was puzzled to see a woman sitting on a flowerbed just outside the Safeway. She had leaned back onto the grass and lay coughing. She wore a blue flowered sundress. She clutched an empty yellow Longs shopping bag in her hands.
I glanced down at her briefly as I headed for the electronic door. Was she homeless? A glance at her trimmed hair made me doubt it. She just didn’t quite have that look. Though she was coughing, I didn’t think she needed immediate assistance. One thing about Hawaii, people will simply stretch out on an inviting patch of grass if the mood strikes them. So, I kept on walking, but all through my shopping trip, I wondered about her. Was she homeless? Did she need help? As I checked out, I palmed a $10 that I would give to her if she appeared to be hanging around for money. However, just as I was exiting the store, I passed her walking into the store. In fact, she was almost marching in. She had the yellow bag slung over one shoulder and her flip flops thwacked against the linoleum with determination. Now standing, I could see her hair had been styled. Not homeless. So what was her story? I’d never know.
Fast forward to predawn. I’m in my bed sound asleep, dreaming. But was I dreaming or out in the astral plain? I recall being in a nursing home. I was in a woman’s room giving her a healing treatment. She lay on a bed. White blankets and sheets covered her body. I worked through the bedding, giving her an energy treatment. My hands hovered over her leg and thigh. I had the impression of a blood clot and worked to open it up and clear it out. I also spoke to the woman about some unforgiveness issues with her relatives. We discussed those feelings and how they related to her ability to heal. I felt healing energy charging through my system, flowing through my palms.
The “dream” dissolved as I rose to consciousness. I lay in my own blankets and sheets awake, still buzzing with the awareness of healing energy. This was new. I can achieve the same state during meditation and healing sessions, but I’ve never awakened with the energy flowing like that before. Then, my mind went to the Woman at the Safeway. Suddenly, I knew her story. She was an alcoholic. She’d been on a booze run to the store. I felt her desperation for the drink, the self-loathing and grim despair. She hated that she didn’t have the will power to stop. At an etheric level she seemed bound by white bands, like an unraveling mummy. Those were the bonds of her addiction. In my mind’s eye, I sent energy to loosen the bonds even more and allow her to break free of the addiction. They didn’t fall to her feet, but I sent her healing energy and hoped to raise her frequency to aid her ability to get out of her current addiction zone. I sent her healing energy until the power diminished. The high buzz quieted and my body lowered to energetic levels necessary to function in normal life. I got up and started my day.
Will I see the woman again? Would I even recognize her? Probably not. I don’t have a clear image of her face. Did my early morning prayer work have any impact? As much as I am encouraged when I can verify outcomes or impressions from my healing sessions, I have to move forward in faith. When a strong impression comes through or an urge to stop everything and pray for a situation, I’ve learned to heed the call. Our conscious minds understand only a fraction of what we’re doing across multidimensional realities.
Ultimately, I wish the Woman at the Safeway well and I hope I played a part in helping her get to a better place.
Bright Blessings,
Dana

Battle germs with essential oils

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REVISED: January 2020
Something is definitely in the air, and I’m not talking about L-O-V-E. The coronavirus is front pages news right now. Seems a good time to revisit some commonsense ways a family can protect themselves from viruses circling the globe. The human immune system has a marvelous capacity to attack and overcome viral and bacterial invasions everyday. No need to panic. Just be smart. Use good basic hygiene. Always wash hands after public exposure and wear a face mask if the flu is reported in your area. If someone is ill in your home, keep a bowl of water and bleach standing. Always dip your hands in the solution after being in the sick room. Here are my go-to essential oils. My family has used Young Living Essential Oils since the early 1990’s. There are probably other good brands on the market, but Young Living has served us…

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“Faith is our Survival,” Words from an Iranian Prison

2019 marks the fourth Christmas for Nazanin Radcliffe to languish in an Iranian prison caught in a power struggle between Britain and Iran. This week her husband, Richard, and five-year-old daughter, Gabriella, help vigil outside the British Prime Minister’s residence on Downing Street.

Read the Daily Mail report here.

Nazanin and baby Gabriella were detained at the Tehran International Airport three and a half years ago after a visit with Nazanin’s parents. Though accused of plotting against the Iranian regime, it appears Nazanin is a pawn in a dispute over an old debt from Britain to the Iranian government. Until recently Gabriella lived with her grandparents and visited her mother, when allowed, in prison. Bittersweet moments with Gabriella and occasional long distance phone conversations with Richard have punctuated Nazanin’s months, days, and years of incarceration. Gabriella is now with her father in London. Her mum’s imprisonment will no doubt be a defining theme of her life.

I’ve been praying for Nazanin through the ordeal, hoping for her freedom, and consciously joining others in prayers to mitigate and improve the circumstances of her days. Read and sign the Free Nazanin Ratcliffe Petition at Change.org.

Below is a poem Nazanin transmitted through Richard. “A Yard of Sky” so poignantly expresses her pain and hope for better days. 

You remain in our hearts, Nazanin…..

A Yard of Sky

by Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe

Sometimes days can pass

Without me seeing the sky

Except that small piece with the lonely cloud

Brooding over the prison yard

Our view in this far off place

While elsewhere the trees bloom

And the sun dazzles

And the leaves fall

And the snows come again

In our yard of sky

Days do not differ

They do not pass, but repeat

As a mother alone

These days I am a lonely mother:

I bathed my baby in my tears of goodbye

My arms full of cuddles now ended,

With kisses of hope

For her return

On an adventure to be with her hero

Who she could only imagined for more than half her life

A reality now to mend.

I was left behind

With my repeating

While outside passes by and on

Tears my food, fears filling my mind

Solitude too often my friend, and doubt my relentless foe

What if they never let me go?

Laughter become my past, sorrow only my present

And hope on a horizon hard to see

Yesterday we sat in the yard

We welcomed the newcomers from solitary

And baked scones for breakfast

Which we ate with pistachio peel jam

Willing it to taste sweet

We showed them the yard of winter sun

Wishing it to be warm

I talked of the almond tree

In my grandparents’ village up in the hills.

It survives the wind and cold and storm

Then bears the most beautiful blossoms

And almonds so sweet in May

I talked of the almond tree we have at home

Now far away

I talked of being strong

To myself as well as to those listening

For when the seasons move again.

Freedom needs its faiths

That faith is our survival

Within these walls of recurring days

And absences

Across the swirling storms of Iran

That lonely days of separation will pass,

That the walls will fall

That beyond the pale sun

Injustice will become a shadow

And our trees of solitude will blossom again

In the sky beyond the yard.

One day we will sit on our own balcony

And see the sky open wide

Watching the seals in their sunbathing

A new breakfast of scones and jam

Understanding their sweetness anew

With the happiness in arms so long out stretching

And cuddles no longer missed

Now to fill a new life.

Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe

Evin Prison, Winter 2019

 

Santa Goes Hawaiian

Mrs. Claus is so over cold weather ~~~

Twas a chilly night at the North Pole,
Santa snoozed by a fire in a warm, woolen stole.
A bang of the door ruined his sleep.
Mrs. Claus stomped in with soggy, wet feet.

“That’s it,” she said. “I’m sick of this cold place,
the ice, wind, and snow always stinging my face.
What’s worse, I get chased by a big polar bear,
and Santa, I think that you don’t even care!”

It’s my great pleasure to announce the publication of ALOHA SANTA. Two years ago I wrote the verse to perform in my Sweet Adeline chorus Christmas show. My singing sisters encouraged me to turn the fanciful rhyme of Santa and Mrs. Claus moving Hawaii into a children’s book. Illustrator Jaana Baker brings the story to life with her clever and charming pictures.

ALOHA SANTA is now available in paperback at Amazon. Delight the youngsters in your life with this bright, fun holiday tale. Makes a delightful gift.

                    

20% of all royalties from November 25 thru December 25 will be donated to the Na Leo Lani Chorus of Sweet Adelines International.

 

Order at Amazon today!  ALOHA SANTA