I Am Grateful for My Life

pinkskylightbeamsCredit Where Credit is Due

For over two decades, I have been interacting with my guides. Some of them I knew by name, some of them I did not. Their energies are familiar to me, and I am always grateful for their presence in my life. I recently learned who was who, and who did what. I’d had a general sense of this before, but now I’ve been given a model close to what I was familiar with, that dovetailed perfectly with my life experiences.

So now, I can officially give credit to my beloved Companions in Spirit where the credit is properly due:

My Protector (aka the Bouncer). I first met this being in the living room of my house when I began this part of my spiritual journey over two decades ago. I found myself – led by Spirit – at the home of an acquaintance who had some Native American guests visiting. I was invited to partake in a People’s Pipe ceremony with the wife while the husband watched from a distance. I do not know the purpose of it to this day, but I did have an interesting experience. I was very intent on following the lead of the woman during our time together, and when I was holding the pipe myself – anticipating some profound experience – I heard clearly in my head: “Go home and sit in the (channelling) chair.” That was it. I finished the ceremony, and took my leave of the people.

When I went home, I did as I’d been guided and sat in the chair where many of the first  lessons were received. Almost immediately, a Native American man dressed in white buckskins with a white wolf pelt over his right shoulder and a golden eagle perched on his left forearm appeared in my inner vision. He was large, muscular with piercing eyes and long jet black hair flowing loose down his back except for one braided section. He identified himself as Medicine Eagle, and called me by my true name. It brought tears to my eyes. He said he had some things to show me. He reached out his hand, I took it, and we walked down a path.

He explained that we’d had a lifetime together as Native Americans but that we had gotten distracted from our reason for incarnating. This time, we decided that I would come into form and that he would stay on the other side of the veil so that we could accomplish our purpose. It has to do with helping those who carry in their hearts the desire to return home no matter their situation or circumstances.

From time to time over the years, I have been very aware of his presence, and always it was when it was time to do something connected with our purpose. Generally, I always felt he was there, but watching. Now I know he is my Protector.

My most recent experience when I felt he was responsible for keeping me safe, perhaps even keeping me alive, was in late October of this year. I was on a short trip with a friend who’d come along to help me out. I am usually tired after the weekend activities, and my friend often drives. I woke up early that Sunday morning with a feeling I needed to drive, at least until we got out of the city. As we loaded the car, I told her that. She immediately agreed, and hopped into the passenger seat.

We set out. Traffic wasn’t bad, and we were coming up on the interchange that would require a left-hand exit (two lanes) from the north-south freeway onto the east-west freeway. It was cramped, with narrower lanes due to construction in the area. I had concrete barriers to my left as I was in the far left lane. There was a semi truck in the lane right next to me, and I tend to give some room there so the trailer, if it drifts as the truck goes around the left-turning curve, won’t crowd me. I dropped back about two car lengths.

When I did, the black Suburban that was next to me decided to pass the truck. He did not put on a turn signal, he just began to come over into our lane. (We must have been in his blind spot.) I’m glad he didn’t make a sudden lane change. We would not have had anywhere to go to avoid a collision. I saw him drifting into our lane, and a calmness came over me. I felt as if I were watching both the truck coming towards our car on the right and the distance between our car and the cement barriers to my left. I heard: ‘Just drift with him,’ so with my right hand, I drifted while I laid on the horn with my left hand.

My friend watched out the passenger window. Though it only lasted a few seconds, time really was distorted in that moment. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and I just hoped he would see us, or hear the horn, before there was no more room to maneuver. The semi trailer did drift a bit into my lane, but I chose to speed up a little so he could see us. The car came close, but seemed to not get any closer than a few inches from us. It was as if there was an invisible cushion between the two vehicles.

He, startled, immediately fell back behind the semi truck.

The shaking didn’t start until after the danger had passed. When my friend and I talked about what had just happened, I told her I’d awakened with the sense I needed to drive. She replied that she’d had the feeling she wasn’t supposed to drive, but didn’t want to say anything because I’d asked her to be ready to fill in for part of the trip. I pointed out that there was a lesson in there for her, as well. At least voice the feeling and let things go from there. Keeping silent, if I hadn’t followed that little nudge I’d been given, could have caused this story to have a very different ending.

In the past, I might have said that it was Spirit, the angels, that helped us out of that sticky situation. Now I am giving credit where the credit is due: I thank my beloved Medicine Eagle for keeping me safe as I do my part to help us get it right this time. I have more days on Earth to continue the work, thanks to his intervention.

May Light always surround you.

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Companions I’ve Met Along the Way

Meeting Solomon, ‘Getting’ Charlie

I don’t often get a clear name from Spirit. When I do, I pay attention. During a group meditation exercise one day, a tall man with a fierce look on his face appeared before me. I quickly became aware of sensations in my forehead, throat, chest and diaphragm areas. Energy seemed to be swirling and pulsing in those areas. I knew the being standing before me was responsible for those sensations.

solomoncolordrawingI had the feeling that his appearance was an important part of my next step on my spiritual journey.  I have felt for months now that I am in the midst of what can only be called another initiation. (It feels like a rite of passage, and I am at the time in my life where that makes some sense. ‘Initiation’ means ‘to introduce into the knowledge of some art or subject.’)

Solomon made his presence known in my life and my energy field for a specific purpose, perhaps to lend assistance to my Guide Team and to support my transition into this next phase of my life. I am grateful for, and humbled by, his willingness to lend his energy to my mission.

I’ve not felt his presence this powerfully since then, but I am aware of him with me now.

Who is Solomon? I suspect he is my Alchemist, perhaps requested by my Chemist. I don’t know the name of my Chemist – the guide responsible for the balance of the physical body and its systems, but the Alchemist would be in charge of the shifting and changing of the subtle bodies to assist in tolerating the increasing vibrations occuring on the planet.

In the past few years, I’ve also come to understand who Charlie is, and how he helps me move through life.

I have to take a moment to go back to when my re-awakening happened almost 30 years ago. As I sat in my living room confused, scared, and at my wit’s end as to what was happening to me and to my carefully scripted out life, I became aware of this short-statured, gnome-like person who would appear and make faces at me, or would roll around the living room trying to make me laugh. He would show up on the front of my car pretending to be a hood ornament and pose in outrageous ways just to get me to smile.

charliedrawing3I was very serious those first years, and had no one to talk to about what was happening to me. I only had Spirit to trust, to talk to. When I finally had the thought to ask this being why he kept showing up, his response was quick, short and clear: ‘Lighten UP!’ he said, and with the words came the impression that by my taking things so seriously, I was keeping my vibration from shifting in the direction it needed to. Oh. I get it. After this, whenever he showed up, I knew it was a reminder for me to not take things so to heart that I allowed my vibration to slow too much.

Fast forward to this year, and a repeated message in the form of the name ‘Charlie’. The image that appeared just after Solomon made his presence known to me in that meditation in July turns out to be of one of my inner circle of guides: Charlie. He is the one who has spent so much time and energy helping me keep my (energetic) chin up, especially when the going gets tough.

The most important thing I’ve learned  through understanding more about my guides is that it really is true: I am, we are, never alone. We come into this incarnation with our own private entourage, posse, group of guides, companions, call them what you are most comfortable with. The critical thing is to learn to recognize their presence and learn to work with them to help you. The single best practice you can adopt is to call on your guides to help you! They stand, waiting and listening, for us.

We all have a better guide in ourselves if we would attend to it, than any other person.   ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

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Brother Crow – A Full Circle Moment

When I was on the West Coast recently visiting my daughter, I had a powerful experience that I know was a full-circle moment. I know there is a powerful message there for me, and I wait for it to be revealed in the fullness of time.

CrowbywaterYes, it involves another encounter with one of my closest Spirit Animal allies: Crow. You can find the story of my first encounter with crow here. Over the years, I have had more than one luminous, unusual encounter with the power of Crow Medicine. This month, I encountered Crow in the very same fashion as when I first walked past the crow that was lying dead in the gutter by the curb.

I threw my back out while visiting my daughter and needed to drive to Tacoma (the town I lived in when I was opened back up to the Voice of Spirit). The chiropractor that used to treat me when I was in the military still practices there, and is always happy to squeeze me in if needed. Now, I could have gone with my daughter and her boyfriend, but if I had, I doubt I would have had the experience I did.

I arrived in Tacoma early for my appointment, and there was a Starbuck’s across the street, so I went over to the store to get a coffee and something to snack on. I didn’t want to sit in the store because it was a wonderful day and I didn’t want to sit in the parking lot, either. I got in the car and drove slowly – I now realize I was following Spirit -until I came to a place behind a box store where there were some trees and some shade where I could eat my breakfast sandwich.

As I pulled up to park under the trees, I was shocked to see a crow lying in the parking lot. It had obviously been recently hit as the blood pooling underneath the creature was still bright red. I was overcome with a full-on sense of time wrapping back upon itself somehow, and knew this was NOT an accident. I finished my snack, then used the bag the sandwich came in to pick the bird up and put it in the ivy growing under the trees  where I was parked. I apologized to the bird that I could not do more in the moment. It was better than leaving the bird lying on the pavement in the sun.

As I drove away to the appointment, I felt as if I were in two times at once, pondering the odds that I would 1) be in Tacoma, 2) go to the chiropractor while I was there, and 3) find a dead crow that needed my help. Again.

If I hadn’t thrown my back out, I would not have needed to drive to Tacoma. If I hadn’t arrived so early, I wouldn’t have had time to kill. If I hadn’t been hungry, I wouldn’t have stopped at the store, I would have waited in the office. If it hadn’t been such a nice day, I would have eaten the meal in the store. The timing was perfect, and I did follow the subtle current of energy that was gently leading me.

To the crow that gave its life so I could receive my message, I give thanks. And I will do my best to hear it so that your sacrifice is not wasted.

Since our waking life can be worked in the same way or sleep dreams can, I will share what I learn when I work this experience with my dream Teacher next month. Until then, thank you, brother Crow, for your constant companionship on my spiritual journey.

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We do not create our destiny; we participate in its unfolding. Synchronicity works as a catalyst toward the working out of that destiny.                                         ~David Richo

Ancient Tears Finally Shed

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I recently offered a Past Life workshop, and it got me thinking about a profound experience I had during a regression session I participated in as part of my in-residence training for certification as a Past Life Regressionist some years ago. I was astounded by the depth of the feelings that coursed through me as I was regressed, and I was both the man in that past life and my current female self at the same moment. My consciousness was bridging tens of thousands of years, and I had some unfinished business to attend to.

071018-neanderthals-02My study partner and I had prepared for the final exam: a live regression in front of the teacher and the other members of the class. I regressed him, and all went smoothly. “Piece of cake,” I thought. Then it was my turn on the table. I made myself comfortable, and my partner began the past life regression all the class members had practiced on each other for the week.

Following the soothing tones of his voice, I soon found myself in the middle of an intense experience I will remember for the rest of my life. The thing that surprised me was, while I was having the past life experience, my present-life physical body was actually involved as well.

I am a stocky, powerfully built man, and I am running full-out with a few other men I knew to be hunters of my tribe in pursuit of a large predator animal. It wasn’t until, as if from across time and space, I heard my partner ask me what I was pursuing.  Between the inhalations of my screaming lungs, I grunted out the word ‘tiger’. My present-day self was shocked. I am an ancient man pursuing a sabre-toothed tiger!

I am intensely focused on my target. Every time my regression partner tried to move me down the time track of this life (he just wanted to complete the assignment, poor guy), I seemed stuck in this moment of chasing down the tiger. I had the sense we had been in pursuit for many days, but now had come within striking distance of the animal and there was no way I was not going to finish the job. Not now.

Lying on the table in front of the other students and the instructor,  I was aware I was breathing as if I were actually running, but I could not slow my breathing down. My partner kept trying to move me forward. I kept chasing the tiger, unwilling to let go of the moment, but not yet understanding why.

Somehow, he managed to shift me a bit forward within the experience, to the point where we’d managed to kill the tiger, by saying,  “The tiger is dead. Now what is happening?”

I don’t remember whether I verbally responded, or whether I just had the understanding that I was the leader of this group of people, and the tiger had discovered that small children are easy, tasty prey. One of the children killed by the tiger was my son. I swore to hunt the hunter and kill it after this happened. I set out after the beast with two, maybe three, other hunters from the tribe.

We tracked the sabre tooth for days before we finally got the opportunity to kill the thing that had been decimating our numbers. I took the teeth and made them into a necklace I wore in memory of my son until I died.

As I remembered the reason why we were chasing the tiger, I had a powerful physical response in my current body again, only this time I began to weep. The sobs seemed to come from deep inside me, and again, I didn’t seem to have any control over them.

My poor regression partner probably wanted to kill me at this point. He’d just gotten the situation under control, and here I was again, making his final exam difficult. It took him a couple of tries, but once more, he was able to move me out of that place of – what I understood as I wept the unshed tears from millennia before – deep grief and unexpressed sorrow.

As leader of the tribe, to display sadness was to show weakness. The leader could be challenged at the barest hint of indecision. I could not give myself the chance to grieve the loss of my only son, and  killing the tiger – though it brought some measure of satisfaction – did not clear the sadness from the cells of my body, nor from the essence of my soul.

Unknowingly, I carried those unshed tears across time until, finally and unexpectedly, I was given the chance to express them.

The regression was a powerful experience that demonstrated to me the truth that we can run, or even reincarnate, but we cannot escape our past. The intense, important things we experience must be expressed, or we will carry them in our energy field until we do, no matter how long it takes, even if it is lifetimes.

There is powerful healing available for those who seek it. Past life regression is one of the ways we can find peace, even when we are not looking for it.

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The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.                                                                                                     ~Marcel Proust

A Time of Resurrection and Renewal

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Finally! The days are longer, and I begin to wake from my winter hibernation. The sap is flowing in the trees, there is early morning birdsong as my alarm, and my energy levels are starting to come up again. No more running on empty – at least for the next 7 months or so.

The world makes resolutions on New Year’s Eve, and by the end of January, most of us are back to our old habits or patterns. Working to make changes during a time of hibernation can be extremely difficult, at least for me. I exercise patience. I wait for a time when the energy is on my side. I don’t fight the inertia of hibernation I experience during the deep of Winter – which is a time of slumber for the entire planet anyway.

Resurrection means coming back to life, coming back into practice or use, revival; and renewal means a state of being made new.

The Equinox is just passed. During this weekend of balanced energies, I attuned six people to Reiki Master in a weekend intensive format. These people felt called to bring to life – or back to life – their connection to healing energies.

As I worked with this group, I contemplated what I wanted to resurrect in my life this Spring. I renewed my commitment to certain personal goals I set for myself this year.

I am aware of my human failings. Some things take me more than one attempt. It took me over 8 years and six attempts to quit smoking. I tried more than one method, including hypnosis (didn’t work for me), cold turkey (worked, but I started back up again). It was the worst mistake I ever made because it took me an additional 5 years to (finally) quit. It was  tapering the number of cigarettes per day with the addition of a tobacco substitute to take the edge off the craving that finally allowed me to free myself of the chains of that addiction.

I did a lot of behavior changes before I took that final step. I quit smoking after eating. I stopped lighting up every time the phone rang. I separated the act of smoking from every other activity I did, and made it extra-tough to light up by putting the cigarettes, lighter and ash tray in a room far away from the main part of the house. If I wanted to smoke, I could only smoke. Smoking lost its grip on my life one butt at a time. I am an addict. I know that now.

I owe an eternal debt of gratitude to my herbalist friend Denise in Washington State for her smoking mixture that has no tobacco in it. (www.MountainSpiritHerbals.com for those who may be interested.) She has wonderful personal care products that are chemical free (I adore her Lizard Cream, especially in winter), and a nice selection of loose herbs. This wise woman is a cornucopia of herbal knowledge. I used Shaman’s Blend to wean myself off cigarettes after I cut the cigarettes down to less than 6 per day. The Shaman’s Blend has valerian and chamomile in it, which helped calm my craving for nicotine.

This year, I am renewing my promise to myself to clear out anything that no longer serves me. I sold all my acrylic paints. (I figured out why I had them in the first place, and now no longer need them. I can express my artistic side with pencils and pastels, as I have been doing for decades.) I have donated household items twice, and there will be another large donation after the moving sale that is coming soon.

I am looking at all the objects in my world and am asking if there is value in it for me. Does this thing  contribute to my life or does it drain life force from me? The biggest challenges are with items that have sentimental value for me.  I still have some work to do, but I am renewing my commitment to do this work so I can make room for whatever it is Spirit desires to bring my way.

What are you going to resurrect in your life? Perhaps there are some New Year’s resolutions you’ve already given up on. Now is an excellent time to plant seeds of success for yourself. It is, after all, Spring, the perfect time to plant  what you would like to see harvested come Fall.

Do you want to explore your connection with Spirit? Develop your intuitive connection? Learn how to paint a picture? How about personal training to improve your physical health? Yoga? Martial arts? Meditation? What will you renew your commitment to for your personal growth and development? Do you have something you used to do that you  let fall by the wayside? This is the time to contemplate renewing that practice .

Take some time to find something, just one thing, you can renew a commitment to. Then take the actions needed to plant that garden of positive change. It’s Spring. The Light is with us. Now is the time.

Starting a new way is never easy, so keep starting until the start sticks. ~Tim Fargo

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Spring Flowers

(c) 2012, Julia Marie

We say that flowers return every Spring, but that is a lie. It is true that the world is renewed. It is also true that that renewal comes at a price, for even if the flower grows from an ancient vine, the flowers of Spring are themselves new to the world, untried and untested.

cropped-photo127.jpgThe flower that wilted last year is gone. Petals once fallen are fallen forever. Flowers do not return in the Spring, rather they are replaced. It is in this difference between returned and replaced that the price of renewal is paid.

cropped-photo120.jpgAnd as it is for Spring flowers, so it is for us.

~Daniel Abraham

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