Be A Rainmaker

by Dana Taylor
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.

The Power of Tapping Into Group Consciousness

by Dana Taylor

The power of mass consciousness is explained and explored in many venues. Christians look toward Jesus’ words in Matthew 18:20 as inspiration for group prayer, For where two or more gather in my name, there I am with them. Then there is the 100th Monkey Effect, a controversial theory based on observation of Japanese monkeys during the mid-twentieth century, where a young monkey began cleaning the dirt off the sweet potato staple of the primate’s diet. Other monkeys learned the behavior. After a while monkeys on other islands began washing their potatoes. Author Lyall Watson made the conjecture that there was a tipping point of mass consciousness in his book Lifetide: The Biology of the Unconscious—the 100th monkey effect was born.
The EOC Institute promotes mass meditation for world peace. Their website cites experiment statistics conducted in war-torn areas where mass meditations for world peace appears to have a tangible effect–

An experiment in the 1980’s, during the height of the Lebanon war, sought to discover whether meditation could reduce war. When 1,000 people in Jerusalem meditated on world peace, war deaths in Lebanon went down by over 75 percent. Not only did war deaths go down, but crime, traffic collisions, fires, and other destructive events also went down on the days the group meditated.

Personally, I’ve see the power of group prayer through my spirit teams. We love to share those “praise reports.” Our favorite prayer project is baby XiXi, born prematurely, barely more than a pound. Plugged in, monitored, fragile, her chances at life weren’t good. Our team relentlessly prayed for her for months. She’s defied predictions of developmental problems. Now past a year, her walking and talking is downright precocious.
Given the world’s precarious state, a leap of higher consciousness for peace, love and hope seems more crucial than ever. I asked Spirit for inspiration for a new meditation. Mary Magdalene stepped forward in my mind’s eye. One quiet morning I was able to go into an undisturbed meditative state to record the Higher Consciousness Meditation for World Peace. I saw a great heavenly chamber filled with countless people joining together spiritually to raise the consciousness of the globe. You are welcome to join the throng and add your spiritual power toward a better world.
Bright blessings–Dana

Create A Sacred Space for Sleep

by Dana Taylor
A few weeks ago my sleep was disturbed by annoying, bizarre dreams. One night I sat up about three a.m. and realized I was being psychically assaulted by mischievous entities. It wasn’t surprising as I’m currently involved in the founding of YWAM (Youth With A Mission) Santa Cruz. My daughter and son-in-law have heeded the spiritual call to the area to head up a YWAM base. While many doors have opened up to bring the shining light of YWAM ministry to the area, it has also stirred up established negative entities that have set up residence here for many years. Drug addiction, among other soul-sucking problems, are rife in Santa Cruz, despite the beautiful surrounding mountainous scenery. As the first class of YWAM Santa Cruz launched in early April, we noticed an array of obstacles and annoying distractions occurring on the campus with the staff.
That particular night at 3 a.m., I recognized the outside source of my dreams. While I’m not much on doing “spiritual battle,” as I believe that simply invites more “battle,” I do believe in taking spiritual authority. Creating a sacred space that is simply too high in frequency for lower entities and filled with heavenly hosts is more my style. That night in bed, I called on my spiritual guides and protectors to shield me from unwanted psychic assault. I told whatever was bothering me to please go toward the light and be released in love. My turbulent dreams disappeared.
Interestingly, I was soon led to a zoom class from the Theosophical Society led by Kurt Leland on creating sacred spaces. His lecture was very enlightening and thought provoking. Most people never think about the conflicting entities swirling around them. Consequently, their defenses are down and lower entities can just move right in, feeding on the energy of their unwitting hosts.
This experience inspired me to record a meditation to create a sacred sleeping space in both the physical and spiritual realms. Sleep should be a time of deep mental rest and bodily rejuvenation. Sadly, a good night’s sleep is rare in today’s world.
I’m happy to report that I’m sleeping much better. Each night I take conscious authority over my sleep cycle, plus I have followed the instructions from the Kurt Leland class to make my bedroom a high frequency sacred space.
I encourage you to explore the methods of creating your own sacred space. I hope this meditation will serve as a useful tool to enjoy the deep sleep you need to function at your highest potential and live your best life.
Bright Blessings, Dana

A Whale of a Mystical Experience

April is a month we give Mother Gaia a shout-out on the 22nd, officially proclaimed Earth Day. Spring flowers and Easter bunnies pull us out of the winter doldrums. Despite horrific headlines, a beautiful day is a balm to the soul and a beacon of hope.
While people dwell on land, this earth is mostly covered by oceans. It’s a unique water planet. The largest animals on the earth are the whales. The more scientists study whale populations, the more our human superiority is called into question. Their intelligence is becoming more apparent and impressive. Whales live in communities (pods). They’ve evidently evolved a sophisticated communication system of sonar signals and tail surface water slaps. Divers have reported being protected by whales from tiger sharks. Conversely, whales have sought out human assistance when tangled in fishing nets. Humans have long felt a spiritual kinship with whales and dolphins, which are classified as whales. The spiritual teacher, Kryon, channeled through Lee Carroll, has asserted that whales carry the Akashic history of the planet in their DNA. Now there’s a mystical notion.
I was fortunate to live on Hawaii for several years and enjoyed the thrill of whale season. Mothers and their calves cavort around the islands several months of the year. My apartment overlooked the ocean. Seeing a whale spout in the cove, followed by a glimpse of a breaching belly and tail enthralled me. Every time.
Undoubtedly, such moments served as the inspiration for the most vivid dream of my life. Most afternoons I rest for about forty-five minutes, usually listening to a Steve Nobel transmission on YouTube. That day was no different, except I slipped into some level consciousness I’ve rarely reached. I knew it was a dream. But the colors and details of the experience were vivid and sensual. I could see, feel, and smell.
In the dream, I visited Makapuu Beach, which was just a few miles around the coast. The water there is quite turbulent and in normal life, I would never brave it. But in the dream, I jumped right in and transformed into a creature of the sea. Soon, I felt the call of an old friend, a Guardian Whale. The emotional reunion with a soul I’d dearly missed still wells in my heart. From there my mystical adventure evolved. Ultimately, the Guardian imparted a telepathic message about Gaia and her place in the cosmos and the imperative need to respect and protect the planet.
My Guardian Whale Meditation shares the vision and the message of the dream. How wonderful it would be if humans would declare every day Earth Day and follow the wisdom of the greatest creatures on the planet. You are invited to sit back, relax and join me on the watery Supernal adventure. Aloha!

Take Heart! A Meditation for Courage and Heart Health

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

The Cat, A Vase, and A Burglar: A Tale of Divine Protection

by Dana Taylor

Listen now!

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.

In any case, I am grateful to my spiritual team for their guidance and support. And I’m especially grateful to that naughty cat for breaking the vase.