The Teen Files - Part 2: Lines that Divide Us

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Honoring the Ancestors

Over the last few weeks I've been noticing some very major shifts in my life, my energy and my experiences. Having just come from the East direction of my Healing the Light Body school where we spent three days talking about death and practicing giving and receiving the death rites with each other has stirred up a lot at every level in my life. One of the pieces that emerged was the experience of having my energy level brought way down. I have felt drained, exhausted and uncreative ever since my return and it was clear to me that "something" was wrong.

I've had enough experiences with this work to know when to call in help for my self and so yesterday I had a session with one of my teachers Deborah Wray. She is a master shamaness and incredibly powerful healer and teacher and our work together was very profound. What led me to call her was a dream - in the dream I was traveling through my own underworld and "saw" a big grey globular attachment to my sacral chakra. After waking I called her right away to schedule my work which took place yesterday.

What she found was a two fold situation that needed to be cleared and illuminated. First my dad had been "living" in my energy field for the past 6 years since his death. How does this happen? Well if you are psychically open and someone passes who has not died consciously (in other words they haven't healed their own "stuff") they energetically can attach to and enter the field of the open person and literally be "living" off of that person's energy and light. How does this get resolved you might ask? The shaman or shamaness can perform what is known as "surrogate death rites" to clear, balance and illuminate the chakras of the deceased and then remove them from the light body of the client and send them to the place of the ancestors where they are greeted by their own relatives who have passed along with the Angels to continue their healing and resolution.

Immediately after my dad entered into the realm of the ancestors there was a new lightness and energizing of my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual bodies. But we weren't done - as she continued to work she intuited that a journey into my lower world was next. Here she discovered and cleared ancestral and generational patterns of struggle, disconnection from the Earth, alcoholism, and other forms of suffering that was initiated in my lineage from the Great Potato Famine in Ireland.

My "homework" to assist in processing and integrating this work is to create an altar to honor my ancestors. The purpose of this altar is to reap the benefits, gifts and lessons learned from all of my ancestors without having to "repeat" the patterns and the pain of their personal stories. It seems fitting that we have just celebrated Memorial Day. Perhaps we can each take time to honor our ancestors and to leave these old stories behind so that we don't have to live their lives again through our own. Including the stories of war and scarcity, suffering and lack.

If we can all just remember that the Pachamama (Mother Earth) will always provide for her children and maintain a strong and deeply personal bond with her we will re-member the abundance that is ever present in our world and be grateful for it and share with our fellow Earth citizens rather than trying to hoard it all for ourselves.

Techno Trapped?

Whoa - with all the new ways to connect with people things can get a little hairy here on the internet. I've been playing with social networking only for about 6 months now - haven't taken it too seriously though and one day about two weeks ago I went a little crazy - spent the whole day on the computer moving from one thing to the next and before I knew it my back was screaming from sitting all day, my eyes were strained and my body was completely sucked dry of any life force energy..... Between the blogging, tweeting, pulsing, posting, superwalling, friending, commenting, poking, prodding, following and being followed I was completely beaten up! And I of course did it to myself. So I've been taking a brief inventory and discovered that I now have profiles in the following social networks - Ning (3 groups), Facebook, MySpace (2 pages - one for me, one for FIREfest), Gather, Digg, Gaia, Blogger, FineArt America, Merchant Circle, Photobucket, Linked In, Plaxo Pulse and Twitter (I'm sure I've left something out of this list but this is what I've tracked at the moment). So I asked myself - Self? What ARE YOU DOING!!???? This is crazy!! When are you getting anything ACTUALLY accomplished if you are spending all your time tweeting , blogging, pulsing, following -etc.??? What is this all about?
Thank GOD I have the medicine work which keeps me grounded somewhat in the reality of living here on planet earth instead of being lost out in cyberspace forever. I unplugged for a few days to go to Omega Institute and finished my East Direction of the Healing The Light Body School. There we spent three full days - very full - working with the Death Rites. There is something incredibly sobering, incredibly beautiful and incredibly real about practicing the art of dying, helping others to do the same, and witnessing each person's "death bed" scenarios. After lots of tears, lots of energy movement and lots of healing I came back to my desk with a vastly changed perspective about what really matters. The truth? What really matters is what I make matter. So I'm out of this techno game for a while. I'll post when I feel the urge - until then I'm going to go outside, take a walk, smell the spring rain, admire the flowers, pet the dog, read to my kid, journal on paper, work with helping my clients to heal and enjoy the life that I've been gifted. It's good to be connected - but balance is the key.

Glorious Days!

Spent today enjoying life to the max! There is something so special about a glorious spring day when the sun is shining, there is a slight breeze, the temperature is the exactly perfect, there are no bugs, everything is flowering and you get to go to the park and share with a friend. I don't know what more you could ask for than that. Today I had just that sort of day - after a really intense week last week (self-imposed of course) I just needed some time to chill and who better to chill with then my buddy the Faerie of Fun! We had a delicious lunch together at the Vietnamese Noodle House on Main Street - Fresh Rolls and Stir fried Tofu on Vermicelli - YUM and then took five divination decks, two bottles of water and ourselves to the park down the street from my house for a solid hour of sharing and caring. Life is so good. There's a great gift in being self-employed - of course it's all about balance. Spending a day like today rejuvenates the soul and stimulates all kinds of neurons and creative impulses. Like my husband likes to say to me sometimes - "more kissing , less thinking". Please make sure you get a moment or two in the sun. Something about that sunshine is just so good for you! Play a little hoops while your at it - get's the oxygen flowing and the heart pumping. I especially enjoy playing with my 12 year old boy who keeps adding an inch every other weekend and is transforming into a man right before my very eyes. He's playing Horse with his step dad - who is officially at this moment a HO. Stop and smell the flowers today!

Making Meaning In Every Moment

Had a phone call this morning from someone who played a huge role in my life about 9 years ago - Jim T. from L'il Iguana Children's Safety Foundation. He called this morning to ask for help with manning a bingo game that he is starting up to raise $$ for the Foundation and said his bones were starting to heal. "What?" I asked. "Oh -didn't I tell you? I hit a tree head on on April 1". So of course I asked for the story. Well it seems he was driving home and about 200 yards from home he started choking in a gummy fish that he had in his mouth. The gummy fish got stuck in his throat and he put on the brakes to try to pull over and help himself, he ended up passing out, his foot slipped off the brake on to the accelerator and the vehicle ended up shooting forward, hitting the tree, deploying the airbag which performed the Heimlich maneuver, dislodging the gummy fish and saving his life. Docs said he had about 3 minutes and that would have been the end. Death by gummy fish. Imagine that......Thanks Angels for saving my buddy Jim. I hope everyone who reads this will take a moment to give gratitude for their every breath and maybe give a little cash to L'il Iguana to keep a good thing going strong while Jim recovers from his "accident'. To donate now click here - Thanks!

Selected as One of NH Magazine's 6 Renaissance Women

What an honor, out of the blue one day last month I got a call from Rick Broussard - editor at NH Magazine and he shared with me that I'd been selected by the magazine to be one of it's Renaissance Women! I happily accepted his request to come up to ManchVegas (otherwise known as Manchester, NH) and have a photo shoot. He suggested I bring props. Since they had just done a little article about my work with the crystal singing bowls I decided my prop would be my Amethyst bowl. I arrived and discovered that I was totally unprepared for the shoot. What I was wearing was not by any stretch of the imagination "Renaissancy". The photographer Susan Laughlin asked me where my clothes were and I said I was wearing them - a plaid orange silk blouse with a tank underneath and black pants -which I had picked out because I thought they looked "artisty". We thought for a moment and then she said "What's That?" "Oh, it's my coat" I replied which luckily has lots of nice soft llama fur all around the collar. Being incredibly creative women we pulled the straps down on the tank, buttoned the coat across my chest and tied the sleeves behind my back and Voila - A Renaissance look if I ever saw one! What a fabu job she did on the photo don't you think? A friend said I must have been a queen in a past life! It was very fun and I would highly recommend subscribing to NH Magazine so you can keep up with all the haps around our lovely little Granite State. Live free or die! (photo courtesy of NH Magazine and Susan Laughlin Photographer Extraordinaire! for NH Magazine May 2008 Issue)

Gentle Mornings

This morning I was "awakened" by my angels at a much earlier time than I "needed" to be awake. I looked at the clock and though it was 8:30 - not until washing the sleepy seeds out of my eyes and coming downstairs to put out the trash did I realize it was really only 6:30 - early for a school vacation week especially since my man and I were up until well past 1 in the morning last night sharing and bonding. I tried to get him up (when I thought it was 8:30) but he just kept right on sleeping so I have had my morning alone. What a lovely morning it is too. The sun is up, the sky is blue, the sprinklers are on, the dog and the cat are basking in the little boxes of sunlight coming through the window squares and warming up the hard wood floor. My email box has been emptied and I've even had some time to write without interruption - ah bliss! Thanks angels for getting me up to enjoy this beautiful day. I think it's going to be a great one! And of course my thinking creates my reality! Think you are going to have a great day too....