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.
Be transported to a multidimensional healing chamber in this latest audio transmission. Rest on a crystalline healing bed and receive frequencies from four fifth-dimension Master Healers. Very often when I’m working on healing energy clients, they will tell me they feel invisible hands on them during the session. As the images for this meditation began to appear in my mind’s eye, my multidimensional colleagues stepped into the picture and created a healing treatment. I invite you to indulge yourself to an otherworldly healing energy session.
Middle of the night stillness made me feel alone in the universe that night of 1982. I sat in my Oklahoma City living room rocking my fretful five-month-old baby, Cary, through another night of ear infection restlessness. We were caught in a cycle, rounds of antibiotic pink medicine. Seemingly better, then flared up infection again. Cary and I were both very weary of her illness.
I’d recently joined a healing prayer group at my church, a whole new concept to someone pretty much attending church to make friends rather than following religious fervor. Agnes Sanford’s classic book, The Healing Light, had been on the recommended reading list. Dealing with a chronically sick baby is incentive for reading about healing and anything to solve the problem. So, I dove into The Healing Light.
Agnes Sanford was a major figure of the Christian Charismatic movement of the middle 20th century. Raised in China by missionary parents, she picked up Eastern ideas of spiritual forces. Later, as the wife of an Episcopal minister, she witnessed the power of healing prayer. Her blended ideas, observations, and experiences became the basis of The Healing Light.
Sanford contended that healing energy is available to everyone. People simply have to learn how to turn it on. She likened it to a light bulb. If the bulb is in its socket, a power source needs to be flipped on to make it shine. Begging and wishing doesn’t turn it on. You can plead, “Please, bulb, please turn on.” Nothing will happen. But, connected to its energy source, the light beams.
She described the Healing Light and how to “turn it on.” It was on that dark night, long ago, I first connected with the Healing Light. As I rocked Cary in the dim living room, I imagined a shaft of divine energy opening up over my head. I prayed for help. I prayed for connection. My hands cupped over her ears and I imagined light rippling from the heavens, into my head and down my arms. The chair rocked and rocked and rocked. My head warmed and buzzed. Energy traveled through my body. That night only my right hand warmed and pulsed. Waves of energy rose in a crescendo and slowly faded. The baby fell limp in my arms and finally surrendered to sleep. I continued rocking a while, knowing something profound had just happened.
Indeed, the next visit to the pediatrician revealed her right ear was completely healed, the left improved. The cycle of infections was over.
That was the beginning of life-long supernal adventures in healing energy. Many modalities have followed, including Reiki and The Reconnection. But, it was Agnes Sanford and The Healing Light that formed the foundation of my life in healing.
The Healing Light Meditation is my latest offering on YouTube to put others in touch with healing energy for themselves. Turn on the light and shine!
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
Part Three in a Series