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Clearing the Shadow

In my quest to clear out the inner clutter, I have discovered family constellation work. It’s quite remarkable in the sense that we can go back to prior generations, long before current day patterns that are wreaking havoc with our peace of mind, and clear them.

The process is akin to seeing through the veil or entering into a lucid dream state and witnessing all the parts of your very own puzzle in third person. It’s the third person self-discovery process that is so powerful.  The facilitator embodies the soul or souls of yesteryear at the point in time when the splintering occurred.

It’s liberating to witness the overlay from here to there, and how the shadow then has played out and manifested in present moment family dynamics. The facets of the current day puzzle fall into place as the original split in the lineage is experienced and actively engaged, and healed.

It’s only been two days since the session, and the blue sky feeling that I came home with from our most recent event in New Mexico is even more clear, more peaceful. I’ve been having lucid dreams that show me, more from a current life review viewpoint my past transgressions, so I can heal and bring peace to past actions. By doing so, I’m experiencing a deeper, wider opening within me. All that inner clutter–the preoccupation with the how, why and when is gone. Dissappeared. What is in it’s place? deep peace.

When the guides talk about gaining one’s freedom, I’m beginning to get a glimpse of the potential ramifications on the rest of my life.  All that space used for worry and concern is now freed up to enjoy life and create what I truly desire.

Transformation of the heart is the key, and energetic healing is the engine that moves the energy. Gotta love it all into wholeness!

Arise and Amplify Love

I took notice yesterday upon arriving home that my husband Mark and I were out of the area and in the mountains immersed in nature when yet another tragedy occurred, this time in the form of a shooting by a mentally unstable man in Orlando Florida. The trauma is felt as terror, and deep sadness for yet another senseless killing. I feel deep compassion for all who are irrevocably affected by his actions.
I arise to Love, and amplify peace and calm.

There is Only Love: A Learning About Spiritual Suicide

“We have come to you many times before, and have told you that you shall not fail.” This is the voice of the higher dimensional beings, the angelic guides who so love humanity. They understand how challenging this earthen plane can be. They understand that we sometimes forget just how much we are so loved and honored by our creator.

We can say that we are spiritual beings having a human experience and that all is truly well. But what happens when really bad stuff starts happening in your life? What then? What do you do when someone you have so loved and honored is suddenly your arch enemy?

The pain of such an upset is real yet the soul is always in charge of the flow of light that creates our reality. There is only love here even when we do not feel, see, or experience that. There is only love even when we are experiencing any great challenge that has us believing otherwise. The pain is real yet the love is there also forever propelling us toward our ultimate goal: to open to a greater expansion to understand this very basic truth.

If we can remember that as we are moving through these very intense and life altering challenges, the pain subsides and as it does, love grows.

The story below is about what it means to fall so far off center that you forget who you are. Yet, as drastic as this story may sound as the ultimate control drama, it’s also a story of how love is forever present even when we believe otherwise.

A Story of Spiritual Suicide: 

Spiritual SuicideThis is a story, a story of a man who so loves a woman that he has a child with the love of his life. He loves his wife as he so adores and honors his daughter. His wife becomes discontent. She decides that she is not worthy of his love, and the jealousy that sets in extends to her daughter. Each time her husband shares his love and care with their daughter, she tightens the noose to shut him out of his parental right to nurture his child.

She sets into motion an emotional bond with her parents, who over the years, have moved into their lives as permanent fixtures in their home. Over time she begins to put them in the place of her husband. Because he so loves her, he goes with the flow of her desires and honors her desire to meld her emotional needs into the help of her parents.

At some point he decides that the boundaries between her parents and his desire to be in relationship with his wife and his daughter must be rebalanced.

He so loves his wife that he says, let’s be together more, and together with them in the midst of our day-to-day reality less.

She braces against his desire and decides to create a wedge between him and her parents. She creates a scenario that he does not love her, and tells them that he wants them out of their lives. In retaliation for him wanting to have his home life back, she creates a scenario that their daughter also rejects his love and keeps her from him however she can. She sings the song to her husband, a song of distancing and alienating their daughter from him.

She sends her husband away and tells him to go find your happiness.

He says to her, “but my happiness is with you and our daughter.”

She says, “No. Go find yourself. Go and stay as long as you wish.”

He says to her, “Okay, I will go, if you want me to and will come back to you and our daughter. I love you.”

And so he goes.

As soon as he is gone, she steps into sever her ties to her husband. She secures her place in the new family order: Her parents, her daughter and herself, and tightens the circle to include only their friends that serve to reinforce this reality. She clears out the marital bank accounts and unilaterally moves to secure all the family assets. She continues to tell her husband to stay away as long as he wishes. She is banking on longer so that she can legally say that he has abandoned the family.

But he says, “I love you and miss you and our daughter,” and so he returns over the objections of his wife.

He returns to a hostile wife. On the day he arrives, she has set up a sacred ceremony to rededicate the home to her new order, her new reality, of family. She tells a story to her friends and daughter about her husband, and in the way that paints him as the Villain. She tells her husband, “No don’t come home. You are not welcome here.”

She puts his belongings outside the house and tells him to come and get them or she will give them all away.

Above the voices of agitation by his wife and her parents, he comes to the home with the protection of law enforcement and exercises his right to enter his home. A week goes by and the hostile voices of the three against the one ring with the den of hatred and malice.

Then one day, he demands that the madness, the bitterness toward him, the grabbing of their shared assets, and legal documents stop. He and his wife meet so that she can return all the documents from his business and other properties that she has taken to copy.

Now they meet in the very home they have so lovingly built together to face off. Both are filming one another and the accusations fly back and forth. He goes to leave. As he bends down to get his papers, his father in-law jumps onto his back and strangles him to the point that he feels that he is about to die.

As his father-in-law is trying to kill him, struggles to break free. He yells, “Stop! He’s killing me.”

He feels his mother-in-law grab his feet while his wife jumps on his back and grabs his arms. His wife, the woman he so loves, yells at her father, “Papa, papa stop!” Then she screams out, again to her father, “Grab his phone!”

His father-in-law lets go of the choke hold he has on his throat and grabs his phone to destroy the evidence of what has just occurred. He smashes it against the floor.

As the son-in-law gets his phone away and back in his hand, he runs from the house. As he is leaving in shock, he hears his wife call 911 and reports that there has been an assault. He hears his wife telling the dispatcher, “He’s wearing a white shirt and black pants and fleeing the house now.”

She tells the lie.

His beautiful wife, the woman that he has built his life with, is telling the police dispatcher that it was not her father who tried to kill her husband but her husband who has harmed her father.

Then she retells the lie.

She tells her friends who rally around her the same story with gusto.

Then another lie.

She files a restraining order against him. “He’s violent,” she tells the police. She wants to keep him away to create the illusion that he cannot be trusted around her, her parents or their daughter.

Then it goes from there.

The plan is nearly in place. Get him convicted of an assault charge and tell everyone she needs to convince that her husband has anger issues and is violent. The goal is to get him barred from their home, their daughter and all their friends to protect the LIES she has now told all who need to believe her to accomplish her goal.

Her goal is to keep her daughter for herself. “All mine,” she says to herself.

But there is just one thing: The evidence of what occurred is all in the phone.

Will she reach her goal or has she committed spiritual suicide?

Regardless of how the evidence of what actually occurred comes forward, the truth always comes out. Remember Watergate? Clinton and Lewinsky? Edward Snowden’s truth bomb about the NSA? Those are the larger more fantastic illusions and lies that eventually got uncovered but the day-to-day reality of trying to hoard love by fearing loss happens every day. The courts are filled with cases where people have maliciously set out to harm others, or lie their way toward achieving their goals. These are the ones who hold such a belief that fear is stronger than love.

Given that we, in this physical reality learn through archetypal living, who is the villain and the victim here? You might think the villain is the father-in-law but think again. Do you believe the husband is the victim? Look more closely. There is also a hero hiding somewhere in the mix.

Who is the villain in the above story?
The husband?
The wife?
The father and the mother?
The daughter?

Who is the victim?
The husband?
The wife?
The Father and the Mother?
The daughter?

The villain is the Wife, not because she no longer wishes to be married. Nor is it because she grabbed at all the assets or just wanted to recreate her family by cutting her husband out of her life. It was because she lied. She not only told the lie again and again but consciously set out to harm her husband for the express purpose of  legally keeping their daughter all to herself.

“All mine” is her motto and at whatever cost to her integrity.

She believes that she has shot a straight arrow to his heart and to secure her ultimate goal but she’s about to find out that she has actually thrown a boomerang.

He will survive and rebuild his life as he keeps his heart open and remembers that he is loved by his creator. But the one who is the victim is the Daughter.

The Daughter is the victim because she is being alienated from her father. She is being taught by her mother that fear is stronger than love, and before the boomerang strikes the mother, she will believe that her father is the Villain. But after she finds out that it was her beloved grandparents and mother who harmed her father, she may just decide that she cannot trust others at all, which would be the real tragedy in this sad tale.

And what about all those friends who have jumped in to take sides? What role are they playing in all of this? Do they, too, have the same lesson as the Villain, the Victim or is there a Hero somewhere in the mix?

The Hero is the one who stands up and speaks Truth to the Villain with compassion and clarity and puts a stop to the illusion and the LIE. The role of a True Friend is that of a hero, one who recognizes that we are here to help one another. We can all get off track from time to time as fear over takes us.

Have you ever compromised your integrity and told a lie to hurt someone? What would you do to recover from spiritual suicide? Would you have the courage to become the Hero and speak your truth with love and compassion to someone who has just become a Villain and is consciously and maliciously harming another?

At the end of the cycle of any control drama, and after all the pain and suffering, Love is the healer and the way to transform. Remember that Love is all there is and is the redeemer no matter how you have committed spiritual suicide.  Any time you or someone you love forgets, just remind them to wake-up and be the hero. Help them to remember who they are.

Passing Through

I am sharing the link at the end of this sharing because it triggers a sea of memories, and it may trigger something in you too.

The very first time I walked through the old plantation house (circa 1792) we’d purchased, it was also like a walking talking museum. When we arrived, we walked into what felt like the remnants of another life time. We found a complete doctor’s office in the English basement.  Medical books filled the library shelves in the living room on the main floor. The kitchen still had the 1920-1950 era odd hand cranked appliances, containers and old canning jars. The bedroom closets stored hats from a bygone era. . . and we discovered lots of old tools in the carriage house scattered among the remnants of 1950s electronics. It felt eerie but only in the way that it was clear that we are only passers by.

I hated being subjected to the elements and all the stresses of being in that house, but also grew to love the sense of history and the community that I connected with as I raised a family, grew a business and mastered the riggers of living in a big old drafty house. I have often thought of how the harshness of life and the challenges that came with it made me stronger and more resilient.

This past December, I found myself moving through a sea of pictures that I had taken during that era of my life. When we first moved there, I had made a commitment to record both the history and the restoration of the house and grounds, and to put those pictures into a kind of record for the next occupants. Little did I know, when first embarking on such an adventure, that the gifting would be to my parents.

When I connected to the challenge of restoration, that first winter, I can still feel the push of what it took to replace the broken window panes in the attempt to keep the weather outside. I remembered feeling so happy about learning how to restore plastered walls and giving the whole downstairs a fresh coat of paint. But what I cherish the most is the joy of watching my kids embrace their newly expanded life complete with bigger than life nature every where you looked, and a whole string of pets through the years. I would watch them jump the hay bales, ride their horses across the field, climb the massive trees, or like one particular memory–the day they walked toward me from the barn with the biggest black snake I’d ever seen hanging from their hands. They were so happy to show me what they’d found.

I also loved the family and extended community that formed around us. Perfect strangers became lifelong friends. The link I’m sharing below brings back memories, not for what I owned or how hard it was to survive the elements or the life challenges that smacked me in the face. It was a grand adventure, and in a way, still continues. I live in a different house, a different setting, but have only stepped into and embraced a new part of the joys and challenges we call life.

http://fbshare.sfglobe.com/2015/02/25/man-explores-abadoned-untouched-homes-in-europe/?src=share_fb_new_35944

Light Community is Vital

Tiger&Primate
Every time I think of how much I love my life, I can’t go far without remembering someone who helped me along the way. That special someone that I did not know one minute, yet felt their heart in the very next. It was their compassion and their goods deeds that melted my heart and soothed my soul.

These earth angels came into my life when I most needed it and least expected it. i was so used to the struggle that comes with feeling that I had to “do it alone” that I was dismayed and confused by the generosity of spirit.

We all need each other, and to be so cradled and loved in community that honors the heart is beyond words. Since that time, I have built my practice and dedicated my time to providing both experiences and a safe haven for others to heal and transform their lives. By doing so, our humanity spontaneously holds a desire to share that same joy of an open heart that comes with connection in relationship to others.

If you are seeking that form of connection and feel that you need that extra boost in the context of a loving, living light community, I will be holding sacred space as we come together by phone this Saturday, February 21st at 1:00 pm EDT. If you feel that you could use a boost of love, joy and peace in your life right now, consider yourself invited.

Here is the link to learn more: http://onenessofbeing.org/group-sessions.html

Moving Stuck Energy

Of late, I’ve been drawn into the near death experience stories of individuals and talks of nurses who help those who are ready to cross over. I had at first felt my preoccupation with this subject matter as a way to help clear what was going on in my emotional body… the feeling of deep grieving trying to come up and out of my system, and for no reason at all. My life is very happy, fulfilling and with an enormously supportive community around me. So what gives with that? After several weeks with not being able to fully move it out of my system, I knew I needed to ask for help.

Last weekend, I called on a friend who helped me shift energy years ago when I was first awakening. It took all of a few minutes. He pegged it right away. All inner child stuff and super simple to clear. The energy is back to flowing again. Now, what has been happening all week long is that my clients have been telling me about similar stories. They have been describing their emotional body as feeling stuck, depressed and unable to move the heaviness on their own. 

Bear with me as I provide one more link to this sharing. Yesterday morning, we held our second and forth Friday meditation / visioning session here at the house. It’s a small focused group using a process we learned from visionary Bill Buehler, a retired Navy Commander turned star mapper. We use a variation of this process in our visioning sessions.  It was a wonderful meditation but it was how our conversation turned afterward that was so remarkable.

As I stood in the kitchen with one of the other women, we compared notes that at some point we both saw the same beautiful flower covered meadow and the scene of people standing facing us in shadow next to a shiny metal that appeared to be a ship. We both suddenly realized it was the people of flight 370, and with that recognition we both experienced a flood of recognition move through us.  She reminded me that Arch Angel Michael, during the visioning session, had given us the information as a way to help them cross over from where they were to this beautiful cosmic scene. 

Once we were outside on the deck where we all gathered to soak in the spring sunshine and visit over our meal, I asked the group to go back into that space. A few of us had seen an illumined light bridge that connected these two scenes. It became clear that our job was to help the people see the way across. The instruction was to hold the space open until the first scene by the plane was gone, closed out.  It was beautiful, profound and all felt the serenity of the people. Then we connected them to the earth so that they could communicate freely with their loved ones to let them know that they are okay and in a good space.

Afterward, another person picked up the thread of a conversation about an author who was suffering a strange neurological disturbance that she’d met during a recent trip, and asked if we could help this person to move the stuck energy from his energy system, and it went on from there. Once again, all feeling the profound nature of the shift. 

We talked about how any kind of consciousness can shift with focused attention and standing clear to allow the person in the spotlight make that choice to shift, to open up, to allow more light, higher consciousness to flow into and through those dense places in the body. As the nine of us put our attention to each of these different situations we all felt something different about the individuals, while all felt the opening and the movement of energy.

So how does this all tie together?

My learning is this: 1) We are powerful beings of light. What one experiences and opens to clear serves to help the next person do the same; 2) We have the capacity within us to shift consciousness in our bodies, and heal as a result of that movement; and 3) We are not meant to live this life or do this work alone. We are here to help one another.

On one final note, the folks from the other side of this denser reality are available, willing and ready to help. All we have to do is ask and accept their help when given. It’s the same with the angelic beings who so love humanity. Just ask. In the case of my friend who helped me move that stuck energy last weekend, he immediately picked up on a tall slender paternal great grandmother and promptly announced that she had gathered the team and orchestrated the clearing. It was just that time for me to get some relief. How wonderful is that? 

 

Heal Thyself?

Water Droplett

The mind functions like continual drops of water in an ocean of thoughts.

I was just catching up with a friend that I haven’t heard from in awhile. She healed herself of a brain tumor years ago by moving through the layers of distortion in her field to get back to the zero point of creation.

I am not only hearing about this level of self empowered healing from others but experiencing it in the work I do. Even the word healer is a weird term. It’s more like holding sacred space so that others can sense the higher frequencies of love without condition and make that conscious choice to let go and make the shift in consciousness from within.

Once the mind is quiet and the allowing nature is present, we get out of the way, and source energy flows.

We’re getting there. It’s not that we are so disillusioned with allopathic medicine. It has its rightful place. It’s just that we realize that all healing, with or without intervention, happens within us, first and foremost.

This internal shift is not the will on the level of the personality that does the healing either. There’s a kind of internal gatekeeper that holds onto beliefs and perceptions and stops the flow when the chosen reality is challenged.

Once we understand how to discern that 1) we are in resistance, and 2) let go, source light flows and heals.

Miraculous or spontaneous healing is amazing to say the least but to recognize that it’s more a matter of allowing for a greater flow of love to come into our lives, makes it all the more magical and rewarding to “heal”.

If we can do this when our very life depends on it, why not make a practice of allowing our hearts to be open and accept the flow of grace into all facets of our lives?

Join us as we explore these concepts of healing in the Soul Light Series. The first of three begins on Feb. 25th. Learn more here:

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