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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Recipe: Rhubarb and Lentil Pottage with Indian Spices.

This dish sounds gross, and looks gross but I'll be dipped if it isn't interesting and good.  It just didn't seem possible that this combination of ingredients in these quantities could be anything other than a disaster.

I have a couple of rhubarb plants.  Rhubarb is super healthy for you, but it is the rare person who can eat it without about equal measure of sugar to rhubarb.  Then you sort of sacrifice the health benefits.

So I went looking around online for recipes using rhubarb that didn't require sugar (or artificial sweeteners, or more honey or agave than I could afford).  I found this recipe on a cool blog called Shiny Cooking and the blog referred me to the source which is a New York Times post.  The blogger refers to this dish as "one ugly mo-fo"  I quite agree.  I also found a salsa recipe on this blog that is smashingly good too, so I'll post that in an upcoming post.  In a previous post I posted two desserts using rhubarb, a cake and something resembling a crisp that is an ancient (and toxic) recipe of my aunt's that we like now and then.

Without further adieu, here is the recipe for the stew (and to split hairs, stew would be chunkier, and a pottage is more like a porridge.

Lentil and Rhubarb Stew With Indian Spices

Yield 4 servings
Time 40 minutes

Any lentils, including the tiny dark green de Puy lentils from France, will work here, but I prefer orange ones because they are incredibly quick-cooking and nicely colored. Also, I'd stay away from adding other full-flavored vegetables -- I tried both beets and turnips while developing this dish -- because they over-complicate the nearly perfect marriage of flavors.
Ingredients
  • 3 or 4 stalks rhubarb, strings removed, chopped
  • 1 cup orange lentils, well washed
  • 2 tablespoons minced ginger
  • 1 tablespoon minced garlic
  • 4 cardamom pods
  • 1 tablespoon mustard seeds
  • 2 cloves
  • 1 teaspoon cracked black pepper
  • 1 dried ancho (Anaheim) or other mild chili, optional
  • Salt
  • Chopped cilantro leaves for garnish
Method
  • Combine all ingredients except salt and cilantro in a saucepan and add water to cover by about 1 inch. Cook at a steady simmer until lentils and rhubarb are quite soft, 20 to 30 minutes. Remove cloves and, if you like, cardamom pods. Add salt, then taste and adjust seasoning. Garnish with cilantro and serve.
Source: The New York Times

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Product Review: Rocket Weeder

Sold under a number of names since the original "As Seen On TV Rocket Weeder", this is a very handy tool.  It allows you to pull weeds from a standing position and much of the time it gets the whole weed.

The video below explains it and is hysterically over dramatic to boot.  See if you don't think it's funny.  I mean, who falls over and wrestles on the ground with a weed?  OK, forget about those times I pull and pull and it suddenly lets go and I fall in my behind.  Other than THAT, when?

I love this tool, but it does not work as perfectly as this video would have you believe.  It really depends on the depth of that tap root, the hardness of the soil and the fragility of the root and foliage.  That being said, it does a much better than average job.  I think it works better than those forked screwdriver gizmos, plus there is very little bending.

Sometimes the darn weed breaks.  But that happens no matter what tool you use.  Sometimes it takes a big clump of ground with it leaving a hole.  Not a big deal.  Sometimes I miss the center of the weed and nothing happens but I break all of the leaves off and may have to keep trying two or three times.  And more times than not, if your ground has any moisture in it, or the weed is large, that little release button at the top won't eject the weed and lump of earth stuck to it.  You may have to pop that spring a bunch of times, finally giving up, and pulling out the mass with your hand.  But...it does work better than most things.

Now get to it and watch this goofy video.  Brother.  How dumb do they think we are?  The only reason I bought one is I had the opportunity to use my neighbor's and was impressed.  Now, I'm weaning myself off of weed killers.  I just rocket and go!  No more tedious rolling around on the ground, red in the face wrestling with weeds.  Snork! :-)



Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Product Review: Spading Fork or Broadfork

This is what is referred to as a spading fork or a broadfork.  It has flatter, broader tines than a pitch fork, and it has a medium length handle (whole thing is maybe a little more than 3 feet long).  I don't know what brand ours is but here is a photo of ours:

It was my husband's idea to get this once we started our own compost bins.  He said it would aid in the turning of compost because the stuff wouldn't fall through the tines like it would with a pitch fork, or get all bendy and wobbly like it would with a leaf rake.  He was right (although HE is the one who does the compost stirring around here). 

I recently found another good use for it.  Moving mulch.  I've been helping with a garden on my friend's orchard this spring/summer and they have an arrangement with the tree cutting service to dump their tree trimming chipped mulch (some of which is big chunk, some of which is hopelessly knitted together small twigs and branches.

My husband is strong enough to take a shovel and just shovel that mulch like a stud.  I have trouble lifting the freaking shovel.  Then when I try to dig it into the giant (waist or shoulder high mounds of mulch), the shovel bounces off like it's a brick wall.  I just don't have the upper body strength for it.  But this little gem, allows me to dig right into those compacted mounds of mulch, and most of it will stay on it like a shovel.  And it is shorter handled which helps with the weight distribution.  I can probably get about a gallon or more of mulch with each fork full, which is about my lifting limit for slinging it into a wheelbarrow anyway.

Yup, it's a handy tool.  Sometimes you don't know how handy a tool can be until you know what you need it for.   It would also work well for mounds of grass clippings too.  We got ours at D&B Supply, but you can find them anywhere.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Book Review: Sweet Misfortune by Kevin Alan Milne

Sweet Misfortune by Kevin Alan Milne is a rather "sweet story".  I guess it would qualify as a romance, but it is more a story of misunderstandings, healing, and letting the past go.

Sophie and Garrett broke up.  And Sophie isn't sure why.  She carries a lot of secrete guilt from her past and so does he.

As the story unfolds, we learn about just what events in Sophie's life have led her to be so cynical and unhappy.

The story takes place in the Seattle/Tacoma Washington area and the author is from Oregon.  Well, I live in Oregon and was born in Tacoma, so I found that the elements of the region mentioned in the story enriched the reading experience for me.  Is it a book I'll remember?  Probably not.  But it was an enjoyable read.

From a clinical perspective, it underscored for me how important therapy can be...especially for kids who have experienced trauma.  It's bizarre how much one can carry on their heart that turns out to be inaccurate information based on a childhood memory.  And as with most of these romance novels with twists and turns, honesty is a very important part of relationships, as is putting pride somewhere else to express what you're feeling authentically.  Misunderstandings can really derail so many things unnecessarily, as happened in this story.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Product Review: Yard Butler Hand Garden Planter Tool

This is one of my favorite hand tools.  I think it costs around $11 locally.  Or you can purchase it direct online.

It is called a Hand Garden Planter, but I've seldom used it for planting.  Moslty I use it for un-planting and destruction.  It is super light weight which is important.  I don't have strong wrists and have some carpal tunnel.  It has a pick on one end and a shovely thingy on the other.

A couple of years ago, my husband and I helped with the building of a ground level labyrinth.  The paths were made from brick that was sunk in on edge.  Hundreds of bricks.  Hubby can swing a pulaski like a feather, but I can't even get one off the ground to load into the truck.  So this little tool allowed me to scrape into hard ground, scoop out the earth and make little troughs for the bricks to go in.  Simple as pie.

I also like to use either end for hacking weeds.  It's just handy.  Just plane handy.  And easy, light weight and doesn't take up much storage space.  It doesn't even appear to be bent from all the times I've found rocks buried in the soil I couldn't see.  What's your favorite garden tool?

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Processing Spiritual Awakening

I'm still reading through, writing about and tossing some old email from earlier times when I was still very much in a space of spiritual confusion (like I've got so much clarity now! Pfft!).

This one comes from July of 2007 when I wrote to a couple of healer friends to ask their impressions about some recent experiences I was having.  I didn't get detailed responses, but it shows you some of how I was processing experiences at this time.

"...I also had another coma-like dreaming night with blasting migraine. Pretty much the same kind of thing I described in an e-mail to you last week...last wk it was the message about "Mad Matilda...fire...warn them". That msg felt insistent so I did my best to formulate an unsigned letter that didn't sound too freaky, encouraging them to get a fire or electrical inspection.
Last night it was lots of stuff but it boiled down in the end to a white, dark haired female and a name, place and the word "Cancer".  Another message I was to give to someone. Then, like last week, I slept the headache off...with medication, until 10:30...got up, had an orange and some water and went back to bed until noon. I still have the headache but it's lots better. In the phone book, I found one similar last name and I'm guessing this message is for his wife but I don't know her name. Will work on finding out. Not sure if I will send an unsigned letter to her too...leave out the cancer bit and encourage a thorough check up.
It is almost like when there is a communication coming of a more prophetic sense, I have to be put out really deep. I have trouble awakening, it usually involves physical pain, and I feel like I've been drugged by some really powerful knock-out meds. Like some force or spirit or something makes sure I am out really deep.
So...in trying to wrap my brain around this, I was thinking back to the dolphin book I just read. The author is an MSW activist who is working hard to end the use of sonar by the government as it has been shown to kill dolphins and whales by exploding their tissues and in particular their inner ears. She has also experienced many sonar blasts in swimming with dolphins and whales and on one occasion with a whale received a blast that made it instantly clear that they too, had the ability to explode tissue with their sonar.
I drew an intuitive connection to this and what is happening with me on a physical level. I'm wondering if as I am being introduced to higher and higher vibrational levels through these communications, if it is having a short term detrimental impact on my tissues and in turn, my body recovers and adapts to ever increasing vibrational levels...sort of like base camp in mountain climbing and adjusting to altitudes. Thoughts on that?
And, wondering if this is sort of like boot camp and the communications are less important in and of themselves, as "maneuvers or exercises" as part of my training and adaptation to receiving information...the developmental practice preparing me for whatever it is I am to use it all for. And that as a person with free will, I can choose to pass on the messages if I want or not, just as the recipient can choose to act on or believe the message or not. Cuz, seems like if a message is vitally important, there are plenty of other people far better at receiving than I am, and the communicator can always go to somebody else if the message has to get through. Thoughts on that??
Also a while back when we were working on my issues with wanting to take away or take on the pain of others and you asked for me to consider the role of pain etc....How 'bout this...pain is the teacher. If I seek to remove pain from everybody who has it, I rob them of their opportunity to learn...no matter how young or old they are. And, IF that is correct, what is the role of a healer...especially in cases of instant and miraculous healing? And if that is correct, how does one know when it is important for them to take a stand and intervene rather than to stand back and allow the experience to unfold (ie like with children, elderly, infirm/disabled). How do you sort the higher being world of knowing the perfect plan is in place, and the human world of intervention?
At present, I'm sort of seeing a foggy glimmer of a future that combines some form of physical healer with spiritual communicator/medium. I don't really have either of those skills in any kind of predictable or consistent way, so not really sure what that means. Does that fit with anything you are sensing with me? I just can't quite see people coming to me with an expectation like a vending machine that I will give them what they seek. I mean, if somebody came wanting to contact their dead uncle Joe, could I do that?? So far communication comes to me rather than me going after it.
Time seems to be moving unnaturally quickly for me right now. I'm doing nothing but it's like I get up, and soon it's time for bed. I can't say I've been spending disciplined sit down time in full-on meditation 3x per day 7 days a week like I envisioned, but I tend to stay in the house most of the time with the TV and radio off...not reading or really doing much if anything, and am lost someplace in my head. I may watch squirrels in the feeder for a long time, or just sit with eyes open and time is gone. Is this still some form of meditation even though I define it in the more strict sense? I find that my husband talks and I ask him a question which is exactly what he just said and I feel rotten, cause, he obviously sees that I'm looking at him and not hearing a darn thing he says. At the same time, I'm not really aware of dwelling or thinking about much of anything at any given point in time.
I'm wanting to go have dolphin therapy, go to St Gertrudes, take Upledger courses and full-on delve into my spirituality. I seem to have difficulty manifesting the means to finance it. Is it just that I'm not meant to have these experiences yet or do I have a big karmic block where abundance is concerned? Scratch that question...I think I see that Yes...there is a block. Can you help me look at that? Cuz even without a job, I know on some level it is possible somehow for money/opportunity to flow to me.
Lots of questions I know, but sometimes I really feel the need for more words/explanations even though I'm trying really hard to just let it all unfold.
I got all the stuff for a 2 week cleanse. I'll have to wait until after Sunday to start since my neighbor wants me to go to breakfast with her on Sunday to celebrate her 88th birthday. Can't miss that! It feels really special that of all the multitudes of people she is friends/associated with in her long time in this community, she chose me to celebrate with. She's only known me since August, and we don't interact all that often. She continually refers to me as an angel or that there was a Divine hand in our meeting. Sometimes I swear she channels my grandmother! Must be a karmic relationship reunited at the end of her life. She seems to recognize me in that big karmic sense.


and this was one response I got back:


I haven't forgotten to write or anything, I am still digesting all of your thoughts. They are truly amazing and it gives me hope for the future of what will be. You have an incredible brain that is able to wrap your way around these thoughts and feelings and everything that there are no words for. Being able to put into words, the goings on in our universe is a special gift and I believe that we have to make our team aware of your words in order to make sense of them. Thank you for sharing. Again, I am still pondering and chewing on your thoughts and theories. You are incredible.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Don't Shoot the Messenger

I recalled an instance where I had a message from a spirit to give to someone, and did so.  And they didn't like the message and got mad at me.  Sucks when that happens.

This person, had felt betrayed by someone, for a "lie" told to them, during a vulnerable time.  The "lie" was meant to be fantasy for enjoyment...sort of like the tooth fairy or the Easter Bunny.  When the "lie" was revealed, it left a lasting mark and an anger that just didn't quite ever heal.  The "lie" was revealed through a written story trying to explain the deception, and the reason for it.  The story was written with great love and labor, but it just never was appreciated for what it was.  The feelings of hurt and betrayal ran too deep.  The betrayal was from father to daughter during an impressionable age.

So against this backdrop, I receive a message from this woman's father.  This is the direct message I was to give to her, which I did (OK, I changed a few things here to protect identities):

"EARLY this morning, I felt your dad...with a msg for you...so here it is as best as I understand it.

"I'm so so very sorry that the story I wrote for you made you angry and came to represent the time of betrayal or the time of shattered illusions. It hurts that I was part of creating a lasting painful memory of this time. I wish for you to have the magic back. I carried such a burden in my heart that you were being made fun of at school because none of the other kids believed and you firmly defended the reality to them with such certainty because your Daddy told you that it was real and Daddy's don't lie. That meant I had to shatter your faith in both the fantasy and in Daddy's, or pay a higher price later in lost trust in Daddy's. I thought you would grow into gradual, painless disbelief and because you trusted me so much, that didn't happen. It was such a burden on my heart that I created the story. We had stories between us, you and I...the "Sam" stories. I thought it would soften the blow. I researched the myth so you could understand that it wasn't an intentional deceit but a tradition. I know it hurt you and it still bothers me. It is my hope for you that at this time and moving foward, you can remember the story with a new heart. It is my heart's hope that you can see this as the time you rediscovered the depth of your Daddy's love and see the story as a heartfelt gift, a token of apology for unintentionally having to break your heart. You are so very precious to me. 'Dead bird and lime sucker hugs'." (last line would mean something between them).
I'm crying with HIS tears right now, so I think I got the basic gist."


 By the way...that is something that happens often when I receive a message from someone; their emotion flows through me and I may cry or feel pain or feel love, whatever the spirit is feeling.  It feels weird because while I may cry or feel sad, I also feel separate from it, like it is happening in third person...flowing through me, but I'm not attached to it.  And it leaves quickly.

I'm also realizing I may have written about this before...but I'm old and it's hard to keep my stories in a row.  Forgive me if I already wrote about this.

Anyway, if you missed it the first time, I gave the message, and the woman got mad all over again.  It reopened the old wound.  And I sort of got the brunt of it.  Blah bla bla about betrayal and lies, and "why didn't he contact ME instead of YOU?".  It just didn't go well.  In fact afterwards I sort of looked sideways, as if to reconnect with her Dad and said "Gee, THAT went well....NOT".  After a time, he came through with another message for her.  I don't even recall what it was now.  But I said "OH NO, not again.  You SAW how that went last time!  No, you figure this one out yourself.  She's savvy.  YOU go contact her with your message yourself! Visit her in a dream.  Do what you must.  But no."  In retrospect, I believe he was one of my teachers, to show me that I can set boundaries with spirits, just like I need to with solid people.  It is OK to say no.  It is OK, to not have to please every being by doing favors.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Book Review: Crossfire by Dick Francis

Crossfire, by Dick Francis, is more than a book about horse racing and horse training.  In fact, the sport is just the backdrop for a suspense thriller.  Well, sort of.

It's a middle of the road, average, fun read about a son who returns from war to his rich, cold mother, to find out she's being blackmailed.  And the blackmailers are dangerous.  Using his skills learned in combat training, he sets out to investigate and solve the mystery.  And of course, he does.

The book get's off to a bit of a slow start, setting everything up, but turns the corner and gets interesting and suspenseful in a way that took me by surprise.  The shift happens instantaneously.

At first I didn't think I was going to like it, but then I quickly sailed through the rest of it.

Author, Dick Francis had been a jockey prior to taking up writing, so has a good working knowledge of the sport.  He authored 45 bestselling books and was a favorite author to the queen before his death in 2010.  This book, published in 2010, appears to be his last.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Dream Analysis: The Smoker and his "daughter"

I dream of a friend/mentor.  Someone I rarely see anymore.  When we do meet, we usually hug, say hello and are quickly on our way.

In my dream, I bump into this person many times in unexpected places, and each time, without ever seeing him do it, I know, and he knows that I know, that he's been smoking...and it is apparent that this is something he doesn't want people to know about (as far as I know, in present reality, this man doesn't smoke).

So each time I see him, there is a conspiritorial laugh like "Geeze, how IS it that you always bump into me when I've been smoking?", although, this isn't spoken, it is communicated just with a laugh, or a roll of the eyes, through humor.  At one point, I say to him "You know, other than the fact that I want you around for a very long time and care about your health, I don't give a shit if you smoke.  I'm not the smoking police."

The dream shifts to another scene.  In this scene, this same man is asking me to consult on a mental health diagnosis for his black daughter named Ruby.  (He has only sons and has no black daughter named Ruby, but I know someone who DOES have such a daughter).  She is very young and is exhibiting some troubling behaviors and he wants my opinion on what to do about it.  I am asking him who has assessed her and what their assessment was.  And I don't agree with the assessment.  But really, that's all there is to this portion of the dream.

So what does that mean?  Is this guy suddenly a closet smoker?  I have no idea.  Is the person who really does have a black daughter named Ruby having difficulty with her and somehow I can help?  I have no idea.  Those would be the physical, literal connections to the dream.  Let's see, if I look in the handy-dandy The Dream Book by Betty Bethards, if I can find any symbolism meant for me:

I know there is a spiritual and past life connection to my friend the "closet smoker".  Perhaps we travel together or in similar circuits in other realms.

Smoke"lack of clarity; things are hazy; confusion.  Indicator of heated emotions; where there's smoke, there's fire.  Warning."

Shoot.  I'm honestly at a loss on this one.  I don't see many symbols.  I never SAW any smoke, never SAW him smoking, never smelled smoke.  It was just every time I saw him, we both knew that I knew that he had been and he had been trying to hide it, but knew I knew.  And it was no big deal.  And I have no idea about the little girl.  Maybe I'm supposed to pair this healer with this person's daughter? Time will tell.  I'll share the post, if I remember with both of them.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Energy Healing Session

This post comes from an email dating to April of 2006.  I am writing to another healer about a healing session I had with a practice client.  I hadn't gone into business officially, but was offering sessions to people in order for them to experience energy healing and for me to experience...well...EXPERIENCE.


I did an energy/counseling session with another counselor at her home. She...like many lately, it seems, is OBVIOUSLY being called to reassess and make changes to live a more authentic life. She's been having anxiety related diarrhea bad enough to send her to the ER more than once (and other health problems placing her on medical leave). 
She snored LOUD during most of the session. At the end suddenly took a deep breath and all she could say was "COLD", then "more covers, more covers". She ended up with four blankets on her and went back to sleep. She e-mailed this evening to say she slept until 4 (our apt was at 11), and she didn't have to get up at all to poo. (She was initially afraid she wouldn't be able to get through the session without an emergency potty break). She commented that the session felt very relaxed, safe, secure, and that it was helpful to ask questions and get feedback along the way. 
During the time I layed hands on her, I just prayed to get my ego (outcome) out of the way and to be an instrument of God's peace. For whatever she needed for her healing to be given, and for us to be safe, not mingling our issues/boundaries. Then I just remained until it felt finished (although there was imagery, and my hands were drawn to different areas...not as cut and dried as it sounds). Noticed I was drawn to the areas of her gut, her heart, her head/neck/shoulders. She has also had serious heart problems.
I felt fine afterwards (but was hungry as I often am following a session), and I just left her to sleep, let myself out. She checked in later. I slept in longer than usual this morning, and feel fine, just very "non-productive". Seemed I slept harder and deeper than usual. Is this related to the session? Am I doing something counterproductive? I have to keep an eye on my psychic boundaries as we both know what happens when I meld too deeply. It just made me wonder what would happen if I had several sessions in a day like you do. Does the endurance develop over time, or am I missing an important element? 
Also, over the last few days, separate from this session, my sleep has seemed deeper, but I'm aware there is something going on during sleep that I can't quite put my finger on. I'm aware of transitory bad headache pain, of saying something like "if you want me to understand, you have to be clearer", but not being aware of any "messages" so to speak. Dreams, people, stuff, but it is at a much deeper level that doesn't attach to well to conscious memory of it upon awakening like some dreams. The last two headaches I've had responded to the new OTC migraine med (combination of aspirin, acetaminophen and caffeine) and didn't require Rx or bedrest. THAT is encouraging. Seems, at least for now they are fewer and further between too. I do have a dull headache most of the time still though...the one I've always had. This feels like a new level but I would like a little more clarity about what is happening if you know.
And this was the response from the healer I was writing to.  More of a mentor really.
Hi,
Sounds like a great session. I highly recommend sitting down and journaling after each session to receive the information you are looking for. It may be in the work you are being called to do that it is more like a shaman, i.e. they usually only work on 2 to 3 people per week for they take on the energy of that person and release it from the person. How ever I recommend you speak to your higher self to determine if this is the correct path for you to take.
Your faith is wonderful let it guide you! Write from your heart. We all are or will be soon operating in a different way, together and apart to assist the transformation of this world. Peace be with you!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Product Review: Subway Veggie Sandwich

I know, sort of mundane to do a product review about a Subway sandwich, right?  Well, think about it.  It seems that every time I buy ALL of the ingredients necessary for a truly good veggie sandwich, that is a whole lot of ingredients.  And for one person, it often turns out that half of the stuff rots before I use it all.  Then there is cutting it all up, and either doing that every time, or having multiple little containers of stuff that you have to shclep out to the countertop each time.

So, when you think about it, a $5 foot-long is a pretty good value, AND pretty healthy AND pretty quick and easy.  I usually choose the 9 grain honey oat bread or a whole wheat.  I'm not a big fan of onions, pickles and jalapenos so I skip those but ask for every other veggie they have piled on.  Sometimes I have cheese and sometimes just the veggies.  I skip the mayo and go for either the sweet onion sauce, or just salt/pepper/vinegar.  It's also unlikely that you'll run into food poisoning when you skip the meat or the mayo mixed items.  Wrap it up, I'll take it.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Dream: A Car Crash

I dreamed I was in a car crash.  And upon reflection, I'm going to guess that I died but my spirit didn't know it.

In my dream, I am driving on icy roads.  Oddly, I'm driving a vehicle that looks a lot like my mom's; a White Chevy Blazer.  I'm alone and it is at night on a relatively deserted stretch of highway, although, I have no sense of fear of discomfort.

I turn left, crossing several lanes and in the turn, the car looses grip with the road and I begin a fast slide out of control.  I can see things I will hit and I know it won't be good.  At this point, it is a feeling of suspended animation. Not fear of death, or fear of pain or injury.  I'm saying either aloud or in my head "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no".  Not yelling, not panicked, just that this is bad, really bad.  I'm thinking of wanting to be with my husband.  I start hitting things and bouncing off, and rolling and spinning and hitting more things.

The next thing I am aware of is getting out of the car.  I am badly injured but I somehow walk home (to a home that doesn't look like our home now, I just know it's home).  I'm looking for my husband.  I need to inform him and tell him right away because he will be so worried and so sad.  I go home to look for him but cannot find him.  That's really about all I remember.

In reviewing the dream, it is a crash that would not allow me to live, much less walk home with bad injuries to gently break the news to my husband.  And I can't find him home at night...that never happens.  Something tells me I died and my will to ease the blow, to tell him myself is so great that I don't know I died...my spirit just goes home to him, where I want to be, to lessen the hurt.  I've experienced a lot of pain and losses in my life and he really hasn't.

According to The Dream Book by Betty Bethards, here are a few interpretations:

Accident"Not paying enough attention to all parts of self; not integrating experiences; preoccupation.  Going too fast;  need to slow down, concentrate energy."  Well, I have been feeling a bit split recently, getting caught up in my doing.

Car:  is said to represent the "self in daily physical life.  The larger the vehicle, the more potential you are using to manifest what you want.  Note how many people are in the car (one), and the color (white)."

Number One"New beginnings, oneness with God, unity of life."


White: "truth and purity"

Ice"frozen emotions and feelings, insensitivity; blocked from giving and receiving.  You are on hold, immobilized, not growing.  On thin ice means taking a risk; situation or relationship is uncertain." I can assume that losing control on ice could represent a feeling of loss of control of emotion, forward motion, feelings or emotions.

Husband"masculine part of self.  Qualities you project on husband.  Perception of relationship with husband."

Night:  "Not seeing things clearly; cut off from inner light of guidance.  Moving into unknown parts of self."

House/Home"The self..."

I'm not sure how to interpret this really.  When I woke up I was not in a cold sweat or a panic, I was sad and felt separate from my husband.  I snuggled up to him for warmth and reconnection and fell back to sleep.  Perhaps as a relationship ages, or we age in relationships, there are periods of time when we strive to maintain earlier intensity of connection or define new ways of connection.  Also, driving alone and difficult roads seems to be a metaphor for my life up to this point.  It has been turning around over the past few years for the better.  Perhaps the upcoming visit with my son who I have not seen for years is making me feel the old hardships, the old wounds, and the feeling of being all on my own with it all.  And my husband will not be with me on the journey...not physically anyway.  Maybe I'm missing him in advance.  He is always such an anchor for me.

Any other ideas?

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Book Review: These Granite Islands by Sarah Stonich

These Granite Islands by Sarah Stonich was written in 2001 and is a touching story of one woman's life review.  Isobel, is nearly 100 years old and dying in a hospital following a stroke and consequent pneumonia.

Throughout the book, the chapters flit back and forth to memories of her life, all mixed with the fog of dying and being in that place of  in between.  There are elements of this book that are in some ways reminiscent of The Notebook.

I can't say it was a page turner, or a riveting read.  It took me quite a while to get through it.  Many places were too dry or ordinary to keep my attention.  Or perhaps my attention was just greater on other things.  I know that to be true with my attention span.

That being said, I found myself relating to much of the story and reflecting and traveling along with Isobel.  The author uses such rich descriptions of ordinary things that I felt them, saw them, experienced them along with Isobel.  Rather than life being a journey, whereupon completion of it, one reflects on the big accomplishments of contributions one has made, it seems to be just a stringing together of moments of the ordinary and how those all add up.  Isobel is very much the mother and wife and product of the time period (early adult life in the 1930's).  The primary focal points of her life is her relationship with her husband and children, a mentally ill friend who ends up the scandal of the local town, and her strength amid her losses.  It could be anyone's life really.  Perhaps that's what made is so accessible.

Perhaps it was the timing of reading it, but I pondered what it will be like, when my own mother is in a hospital bed facing her last moments and I am sitting bedside vigil.  The descriptions of her son sitting with her brought it all into very real focus.  I will be there someday.  The losses she experienced made me contemplate when those losses may befall me, and how I will respond to them if and when they happen.  In the final chapters I was moved to tears several times as Isobel lets go of life, and has flashes of memory all pieced together to make a life, her life.

I was also struck by some passages in the book that refer to what I would call in my healing work as "cell memory"; those things that continue to plague us physically that are a result of a past trauma.  Here are a couple of examples:

Regarding visceral memories associated with the loss of a loved one (who I will not identify) who died an icy death:
"Her health held, but with an odd exception.  At the close of three singular winter nights in three consecutive years, Isobel was hospitalized with breathing difficulty.  Thomas took her to the emergency room after she'd called in the middle of the night, gasping and nearly incoherent. By the third trip he had grasped the connection the doctors never could.  All of those nights were threaded together by the possibility of ice, the air cold enough to freeze lakes, even rivers.  All share the same sapphire cold stillness as the night [X] died."

And with regards to a character who befell some tragedy in August:

"...An elegant character who walks the campus on moonlit spring nights reciting dead poets.  More tired than usual at the close of each dusty August and never sure why.  The body's memory."

So this book made me think of many things while reading of an ordinary life and an ordinary passing.  The language was often moving and beautiful.  A worthy read.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Psychic Reading from My Past

From an email from November 5th, 2004, I found part of an email reading from Shirley Scott (psychic and animal communicator).  I went to see her for an in-person reading (my first), and had some follow up questions.  In place of names of people in my life, I've used an X to protect their identity.  The very first reference she makes has to do with a vision I had concerning a local crime.  Here is her responses to my follow-up questions, post-reading:

Dear Cherri

The following is what I received from your first email. [re question about a vision of a local crime]I have read your second one and feel that even if your visions are correct, you will probably not be taken seriously. Even the best psychics are called on that much to help solve crimes. All you can do is ask your guide for help in either blocking the unwanted and unneeded pictures or to help you understand what is happening at the time you see or sense them. You may need to go to someone more qualified than my self. But we'll see what happens in the next few weeks as you work on closing the portal. [closing a portal or being a portal refers to being a free channel for spirits to use as an entry point between realms]

I feel that your friend is not a portal. But if he were to open, he could be very intuitive. You and him have had several life times together. He is experiencing some soul memories when it comes to political issues because he was in politics in 2 separate life times. One was in Egypt and the other in Africa.

About your other friend, it's sad when we can't move on but this is her choice. She lived for her husband and still is. He is around her and has tired to help her move on but she really doesn't want too. His death was a shock to her and she is still dealing with that. Only she can decide to let go and live a life with someone else or move on. I don't think will happen.

X is an old soul and took on the contract of mental illness this time to experience it and heal some past karma. Most souls that decided to reincarnate with a disease, deformity or other afflictions are very brave souls. They know they can heal a lot of karma and learn many lessons. Don't ever discount anyone on Earth in any body or situation because we really all know what we are doing here.

XY is hurting on the inside and has really no control of herself. She may try to portray control on the outside but here is a Universal rule - Anyone that tires to control anyone else is out of control themselves. When someone finally starts a spiritual path, the first thing they learn is the only thing any of us has control over is our emotions, feelings and choices.

I am being told that you and XXY had a life time where she was your black nanny. This was very hard on her because back them black nannies were in charge to a point but if the children complained, the nanny would be in trouble. This explains why you sometimes feel she is a parent, sometimes a friend and sometimes you are the parent. I feel her husband was someone you really never got to know. He came around your father's house and looked dark and unhappy, even mean. He scared you and you used to hide behind anything you could find. He never talked to you, looked right past you. You didn't like his energy at all in that life time.

The first friend you mentioned - we are all psychic just to different degrees. It's okay to have different beliefs and still be friends - that's what it's all about.

Your other friend is someone from your druid days. She is just remembering more at this time than you are. If you meant some of my friends you might think the same thing. Just remember we are all in this together just at different stages.

I can't say if your son will ever use any of his gifts. I'm hearing the reason he picked you as his mother was because you could let him go. Most parents would have left him or sent him to a home but you did raise him and then let him go so he can go through what he needs too. You aren't a failure and neither is he.

Once you get used to closing your portal and it becomes a habit, you won't even think about it on a daily basis, only when you are getting something. It takes time and practice. You've had it open so long, it will take some time.

[in reference to her reading where she stated that in a previous life I had been a bad sorceress who had "the power of the universe at my disposal and misused it"] Don't feel bad about being a bad sorceress. We all come to Earth School to learn and experience being rich, poor, white, black, tan, yellow, mean, nice, man, woman, child and a million other things. It's a way of healing karma and helping our soul to grow. Be grateful that you have never felt tied to this life. The saying in the Bible is, "Be in this Earth but not of the Earth". That way we don't get attached to the out come of things and it's makes it easier when we are here.

Happiness is a mind set. Change you mind and you change your life. Think happy thoughts, smile at children and animals. Throw kisses to butterflies and hug trees. You have been too serious for too long. Now it's time to bring out your inner child and enjoy life. There is only one way to experience joy - LIVE JOYFULLY!

There was no bad energy around you when I lit the sage. My guide told me to do it so that if anyone came through while we were talking, we would be protected.

Your struggle with religion is because it's man made and you see that on a spiritual level. The information that organized religions give us doesn't really make sense to us. It's only half the Truth. you are holding on to some cell memories about using your power for the dark side and fighting with yourself about that. Ask the White Light of the Christ consciousness surround you and take the cell memory away and it will be done. You only have to believe and know it. Don't try to come to terms with it, just let it go. "Let go and Let God".

Many people feel a heaviness when they first put down a grounding cord. It should go away soon as you get use to it. It's just a safe energy to help your body feel safe. Don't think about it too much, it's only energy.

On the Kabala, I'll get back to you on that.

The Church of Divine Man and Psychic Institute does not have a website or home study because you really need to be present when you are finding out about yourself.

Sometimes when people are as open as you are, it's easier for all spirits to come to you. Some will want to channel through you and others will just want to move through you for no reason. That's why you have to get your portal closed so you won't go crazy.

Hoped this helped. It took me about an hour and a half to do this reading. If you have $60 to mail me, that would be great.

In Love and Light
Shirley
I asked a few more questions, regarding past lives, and how she and I knew each other before in one...some of these Q&A may not make sense out of context, but let me know if you have questions.  My words are the pink and blue, and hers are the red and black.
Where did you and I meet? I know we knew each other someplace. Atlantis
Oh come on, throw me a bone, don't just wet my appetite :-) Can you tell me any more than that? This is so fascinating! You're probably just trying to spare me cuz I killed you in that life or something. I'm not sure, but I know it was there. Had something to do with working together to help better the lives of all the animals on Earth, on land and water. I believe you died in the ocean trying to help a whale.I also occurred to me to ask if you have information about why I seem to have a problem actually being out in nature. There are aspects of it that I KNOW are renewing, that I know could bring me joy, but I am terrified of the idea of snakes, I hate bugs, I don't like to go potty outside...I feel vulnerable outside (well, not in my yard, but like to go camping or "communing with nature"). I bet it is something, somewhere, deep down, I could gain strength and fullfillment from, but I'm sort of afraid to be out in the wild...even with somebody else. And I don't like to be in water that isn't a swimming pool or bathtub. I'm afraid of what's in it. I love the ocean, but can't imagine being out on it, or swimming in it. Does this link to some past thing? Okay then, if I would have read this first, the answer I gave to the first question would have made more sense. There is also another life where you were in a place with lots of snakes and bugs, getting India or in that area. A cobra bit you and you were laying in the hot sun dying and there were bugs crawling on you before you died. This is why you don't feel safe in the outdoors. Look at the first answer about being scared of the water. We need to bring these past life cell memories to present time.Another biggie although it seems small, is I have this really severe problem with my hands (and feet) sweating whenever they are touched. This has been a constant source of embarrassment when in a prayer circle, or shaking/holding hands, and can be an issue when considering a life of touching people through healing work. Where might that have come from and do you have suggestions of how to heal it? It is cell memory from a life of touching people when you touched them in not so nice a way. Tell yourself to let of the past and that your touch is to heal on not to destroy. It is a defense in your system to help you stop from hurting people. Let it go and keep telling yourself that are only doing good now.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Bronzers, Then and Now.

This is by no means an in depth expose of comparing and contrasting brands of self-tanners.  I am reflecting on what was available then and what is available now.

Do any of you remember the original Coppertone sunless tanning lotion?  According to the web, it hit the markets in 1960.  I remember that my grandmother had some when I visited her one summer.  I used it...way too much of it...and I turned sort of orange, as did the palms of my hands, and my clothing where it touched me, and it was splotchy in the places I didn't see or couldn't reach.  But I remember being fascinated by the concept.

I remember thinking as a kid that the Coppertone image was quite naughty.  You got to see a little girl's bare butt.  That image probably wouldn't fly today (if it wasn't already an icon).  I remember the song "Tan, don't burn.  Get a Coppertone Tan".

 Enter the mid to late 80's.  I was in my mid to late 20's and was a competitive body builder.  Medium fish in a small pond really.  Among the crazy diets, we had to prepare for contests by tanning.  The tanned, and oiled (but not heavily oiled or it would flash light off of it) body helped to define and showcase muscle definition.  Something about the play of light, shadow and color.  We hit the tanning beds like fiends with little or no regard to the damaging effects.  Nobody really knew about them or thought about them then.  Or cared.

And we took these pills containing Canthaxathin which is a dye.  It is a similar concept to when you introduce a baby to carrots or yams and their little nose tip may turn a pale orange (freaking many mothers out).  This stuff, marketed as safe as eating carrots and other yellow/orange veggies, over the period of a month would give the skin an orangey, deeper tone.  It would look super stupid if you didn't tan or skin dye with it...you would just look orange.  All of these methods worked together to create a deep tan.  If you took too much, your eye whites could get a little orange, as would your palms, bottoms of feet, poo and pee.  Why I didn't die from this "healthy" "sport", I have no idea.

Then enter Dy-O-Derm, a skin dye originally invented for the treatment of Vitiligo.  Vitiligo is a skin condition wherein pigment is missing in patches.  The dye was used to darken the light patches where pigment was missing.  But bodybuilders soon caught on to it's use for deepening skin color before competitions.  It had an odd smell, and questionably safe ingredients.  It came in a bottle and was almost a deep, forest, watery green and about the viscosity of water.  You applied it with one of those sponge-on-a-stick paint brushes.  We would pour a little in a bowl, dip in the brush and lightly paint, over several days, layer after layer of this liquid to our tanned, Canthaxathined skin.  It made the skin a bit sticky.  You had to be careful (as with present day self-tanners/bronzers) to avoid heavy application to knees, heels, elbows, ankles as it tended to stick in those dryer areas and look very orange and much darker than everywhere else.

It would rub off on your clothing, and bedding (but seemed to wash out OK).  With a thin coat of sesame oil (a light oil), you were ready for the lights of the stage.  Here's a picture of me from back then, with my fake-N-Bake, Canthaxathin, Dy-O-Derm tan.  I lived in Iowa...a true California tan was not likely.


Ahh, yes, those were the days gone by with THAT body!  I wish I would have appreciated it a lot more and picked it apart a lot less.  Youth!  Pfffft!

In preparation for a trip to L.A., I started looking around for a good self-tanner/bronzer that would not cause cancer, or turn me super orange.  I just wanted to take off a little of the white flash so the Californians don't kick me out of the state.  There are many, many such products found in the grocery and drug and pretty much any store you want to walk into.  But most body products are not healthy for us due to the high levels of weird, toxic chemicals in them.

I mail ordered a sunless tanner and a sun block from MyChelle which is a company that sells all sorts of natural, healthy products for your body.  The ingredients are available on the website, but they explain them so you know what they are and what they are derived from.

It is a very loose lotion in a cream tube.  The scent at first is pleasant.  It goes on smoothly, and easily (with a little of that white smear that you have to work in).  The effects are so gradual and natural that it is hard to describe.  I looked tanner, but not over the top, and without any splotchy knees/ankles/elbows.  I even tried it on my face and neck and it worked well there too.  It does leave a bit of a sticky feel to the skin, and after a while, when the natural scents wear off, it has a strange smell that make me feel almost like a sweaty smell, or an unclean smell.  If you've ever used a tanning bed, you might be familiar with what I always termed "that burnt flesh smell".  It reminds me of that. I've only used it once, and will probably not use it again until right before my trip.  The tube is tiny (2.3 ounces) and was over $13 plus shipping (you may be able to find this product on some of your local stores).  To me, that's expensive.  But it seems to go a long way.  I don't think I would ever want to use this as a daily moisturizer to maintain a tanned appearance.  I don't like the stickiness, price, or smell well enough.  But for a special event, it's a great product and save to have on your skin.  Be sure to wash your hands after use, and don't slop a lot of it on your toes/foot area or it will look a bit orange later on.

What sunless tanning products have you used that you like or don't like?  Share with the class!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Trail Bars

One day, at the health club, I saw a stack of coupons for Adams Natural Peanut Butter and there were little recipe cards attached.  My husband uses Adams, so I grabbed one.  This recipe is one that I've made twice now and I really like it.  These bars are super high in protein, (yes they have fat but it is the good type of fat that we must have).  They are very chewy and satisfying, not crumbly.  I add other things to them (see below the recipe).  Check out Adams website for more cool recipes using their product.  Adams comes in organic now too!
 
I keep them in the fridge in their own individual snack baggie for easy of grabbing.  I don't know yet how they will hold up out of the fridge, or if they are in a warm car...the peanut butter and the chips will get soft, which may not be a bad thing, unless it just sticks to the inside of the baggie like goo.  Let me know.
Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Trail Bars

Ingredients:
3/4cup Adams® 100% Natural Creamy Peanut Butter, stirred
1/4cup honey
6tablespoons water
1cup chocolate whey protein powdered drink mix
2cups granola with raisins
1/2cup dark chocolate chips

Directions:
1.LINE 8 x 8-inch pan with foil, extending foil up sides of pan.
2.PLACE peanut butter and honey in microwave-safe bowl. Microwave on HIGH 30 seconds. Stir. Microwave an additional 30 seconds. Stir until mixture is smooth.
3.WHISK water and powdered drink mix until blended. Add to peanut butter mixture. Stir until smooth. Stir in granola and chocolate chips until evenly moistened. Press evenly in prepared pan. Chill 1 hour. Cut into bars.
TIPTo press in pan, coat piece of wax paper with no-stick cooking spray. Place coated side down on bar mixture. Flatten with hands. Remove paper carefully.
Yield: 12 to 18 bars
 
12-18 bars maybe.  I like them larger, so I cut my 8x8 square into 10 bars.

I don't use raisin granola, I buy whatever bulk organic granola is available and then add a few organic raisins.  If I don't have chocolate protein powder on hand, vanilla or plain soy protein powder will work, just add a couple of spoons of organic cocoa powder (I do that even with the chocolate protein powder to boost the choco-factor).  I toss in scant handfulls of raw, organic, whole nuts (cashews, pecans, almonds...whatever), perhaps flax seed, or sunflower seed, some organic coconut flakes...see what you have on hand.  Other bits of dried fruit would be good too.  Make them how you want them.  Those things you add will add nutrition and protein.

That little tip they give you about pressing the mixture down with a piece of plastic wrap is a GOOD one.  This mix is gooey and messy and thick and hard to work with.  Sort of like how fun it is to stir and spread Rice Krispy treats!  What I do is get all of my ingredients in a bowl, then put on a pair of disposable kitchen gloves and just mix it that way...with my hands.  And press it as best as I can into the foil lined pan with my gloved hands.  When I'm done there are some gooey wads on my fingertips that I get to scrape off with my teeth before I throw the gloves away.  It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it, right?  After that I put the plastic wrap on top and smush some more.  Once they've refrigerated, pop the foil out, and just cut them with a large butcher knife right on the foil, peel away from the foil and wrap individually in snack baggies or wrap in wax paper or plastic.
These are yummy!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Rhubarb Salsa...YUM!

Yesterday, I spent the entire day in the kitchen, cooking/baking/freezing stuff.  I tried a recipe for rhubarb salsa that I found on the Shiny Cooking website and was it ever super yummy.  I ate it all!!!  No, I'm not kidding!

Here it is with my adaptations at the end.

rhubarb salsa

Adapted from The Joy of Rhubarb: The Versatile Summer Delight by Theresa Millang.
    2 cups finely diced fresh rhubarb ½ cup sweet red pepper, chopped ½ cup sweet yellow pepper, chopped ½ cup fresh cilantro, chopped 3 green onions, tops only, chopped 1 jalapeño pepper, finely chopped 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice 2 tablespoons brown sugar, or to taste salt and ground black pepper to taste
Blanch rhubarb in a saucepan of boiling water for 10 seconds. Seriously. Ten seconds. No more. Remove rhubarb promptly from heat, dump into a strainer, and rinse under cold water until rhubarb is lukewarm or cool. This is to stop the blanching process.
Place rhubarb in a glass bowl.  Add remaining ingredients, and mix well. Refrigerate at least an hour before serving to allow flavors to develop.

My adaptations:
I didn't measure anything really.  I guessed.  And I chopped everything super fine in the food processor, so I wouldn't get the shock of my life with a too-big hunk of rhubarb.  PUCKER!  I used an entire bunch of cilantro because I love it, and I didn't want it to go to mush waiting for me to find something else to do with the leftovers.  I used the entire bunch of green onions and they were large ones.  Why just the tops?  Then what?  I used all parts and the whole thing chopped fine.  I have no idea how much rhubarb I put in.  I went outside and cut some and chopped it and used it.  I used probably way more brown sugar than it calls for, but you can do that to taste.  I used an Anaheim pepper because I don't like much heat in my salsa.

I did not blanch the rhubarb.  I was tired.  I didn't feel like it.  That's an extra step and an extra pan.  So it's a little fiber to chew, so what?  I've got good teeth.  Refrigerate for at least an hour?  Pfftt!  I was hungry.  I ate it.  I'm sure it would be better if I did it that way, but it was darn good right away too.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Best Laid Plans

Yesterday, I chose to do yard work and work in my friend's orchard.  The sun was shining, and you have to take advantage of that, right?  So I put off the baking.

And today it is raining.  I've heard that bread won't rise on rainy days.  Not sure if that is because of excess moisture or the fall in barometric pressure.  But today is the day I have set aside.

So am I testing fate and being inflexible and it will bit me in the butt, or am I making the best of what I've got?  What would you say?  Sometimes I can't tell.  And there is a spiritual, life lesson woven into almost every situation if only we will look.

Also, I don't have very many cooking utensils, so I will be scrambling to wash or waiting to use one thing or another.  My plan is, a double recipe of dinner rolls, two loaves of whole wheat bread, a double batch of biscuits, a rhubarb dessert, rhubarb salsa, BBQ sauce, and granola bars.  Do you think I can get all that done in a day?  That's another thing I do...I bite off more than I can chew and then get frustrated when I don't meet my silly, over-blown expectations.  Do you ever do that?

Well, enough stalling, I'm baking in the rain (well, maybe I'll stay inside).  I'm glad I got the yard work done and worked in the orchard, because I certainly couldn't have done THAT today.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

More on Gardening as a Spiritual Metaphor

We worked out at my friend's newly acquired (but long-standing) orchard yesterday.  They purchased an orchard early this year and have named it Avella Orchard (you can check out their blog).  In an earlier post, I wrote about chores, and specifically gardening as a spiritual metaphor.  Those lessons keep "cropping" up (pun intended).

Working in the yard; or in this case, in an orchard, that not only has fruit trees, but asparagus rows, rhubarb (nearly 100 plants), berries, and two or three large garden spots that we have planted pretty much everything we can think of in; there are many lessons to ponder.

The last couple of times I've been there, I may have an agenda in mind of what I will work on that day, or how long I will stay.  That always gets derailed.  There are several of us working out there cooperatively, and we all may have different ideas of what should be done, and we derail each other in a gentle pull back and forth, like kelp waving in the water with the waves.  We get a little of this and a little of that worked on as we offer our helping hands to each other.  And setting a time limit almost never works.  Once I'm going, I'm gone till I drop, till it rains, till my husband pulls me away, or till I'm too hungry to go on.  It is endless.

I also notice that some days I flow with the process much more easily than others.  Some days I walk around and notice that the dandelions have literally won the war.  Without using chemicals, they are stronger than I am.  They grow better, and stronger, and more prolifically than anything else on that darn property.  Some days I am overwhelmed to frustration and a little anger that there is so much to do, that it is never "done" and that it feels like whatever I do is never enough to keep up.  I feel that way about life in general sometimes.  OK, often.  We are always more concerned with the destination than with the journey, aren't we?

Some days I am able to simply say, "I can work in one little spot, and make it nice, for today.  The weeds will be back tomorrow."  Because, quite literally, with all the rain we've had lately, they are.  They almost fill in the hole you just vacated before your eyes.  They mow, some section of that orchard DAILY, and rotate through, doing what they can given that they live on another property, and all have day jobs.  They prune part of one tree, finish it eventually, and go on to the next in an endless dance of catching up.

I did realize, that owning such a property is not for me.  I do seem to need to have a break in the action, where even for a day I can say I completed a task and it looks good and I can see the "fruits" of my labor.  *I* need that.  Otherwise, I begin to feel ineffective.  But these lessons I am learning are important as they reflect my style and personality and approach to life back to me.

One person working the gardens, likes everything planted together in a jumble, doesn't mind the weeds, dumps them on her sections for mulch, is content to dig around in tall grass for little crops.  I need tidy, weed-free rows, and things planted separately.  I even eat my food separately on a plate and tend not to have items touch or overlap too much.  It's fun to watch each others styles and allow them to all co-mingle as we learn where we are different, and where we are the same and to have exposure to flowing with the rhythm of another.  We've all been deferring to one another to a fault, so that sometimes it is hard to make decisions because we are being SO respectful of our personal styles, and that we are on the property of another.  That's way better than arguing, but can slow the process down.  And that's what gardening is, a process.

Some days I can see the journey, and my small place in it, and sometimes I just want to arrive.  The end.  I want closure, completion, achievement.  It is an excellent practice in the spiritual path.  I want my path clear, tidy, predictable, and of course easy.  What are all these dandelions doing in my path??  They're mocking me, I know they are.  They are teaching me with humor.  One person's weed is another person's salad.  We COULD make dandelion wine.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Looking Back on Email

This is another of my old emails, as I try to catch up with an old friend and explain to her all of the changes that had been going on in my life since I last saw her.  This email is dated in January of 2006.  Some of these topic I touch on with her, I've written about in greater depth in other posts.  It just shows my progression with spiritual awakening and how I was processing it at that time.  I find it interesting, I hope you do too:

"Life continues to be strange. I wish you still lived here now that I know you are a fellow weird spiritual woman!

So...way back over a year ago, when I was realizing that I was running out of money and had no appealing job prospects and further, KNEW it was more important for me to be on the spiritual path, I overcame my hang-ups just long enough to tell my guy that the prospect of going to live with my mother, or of pawning myself off on him (financially...and overcoming my waiting game for the romantic proposal) were more appealing than just getting a job to keep myself from being dependent...I then saw the details of our wedding complete with date/time/place. Shared all this with him...he had to get over his shock and fear and then we got married. So fast forward to this fall. I'm pretty much dependent and working 6 hours per week. One day I'm sitting in church (which is always a tough gig for me to sort the pearls from the bullshit) and I get SUPER hot and dizzy and got a very clear message to quit my job that "my journey of dependency is not yet complete". So...while Mark is elk hunting, I give notice. My last day was Dec 31st.

The journey of dependency has something to do with tearing down ego beliefs about worth being associated with what we DO and how much we MAKE and how many HOURS we spend being all that society wants us to be. I HATE being dependent, but here I am...trying to be obedient to the call. Feeling all of that stuff that is associated with it. I am being called to live from my spirit from where all real things come. It sucks. If I ever make it there it will be good, but right now it is a tug-o-war between my cultural stuff and my spiritual stuff. Always trying to go back to the Source and say "is this true?" "Am I really only valuable if I work 40 hours per week, in my degreed field making x amount of money?" Of course I hear, and KNOW that it is "you are of perfect value just because you exist". But the battle rages.

I still go to physical therapy, which is more like physical and spiritual therapy because of the work they do there and how they are also tapped into the metaphysical...and they are all on their OWN journeys.

Have you ever read anything about indigo or crystaline children? If not...we are them girlfriend, and so are our children! You can do a search with indigo people in the search topic and find logs of stuff. One thing I read had to do with genetic changes in indigos...I don't grasp if fully but what I am starting to think is that as one attains higher and higher vibrational/spiritual connections, their body makes physical/cellular changes. They even seem to have some evidence of DNA differences. So, if this doesn't sound too weird...part of what I sense is happening with me is that as I tap into different planes or frequencies, my cells change. Sometimes this is not so comfortable, as I think it is the root of my migraines on some level. IT is sort of like, I make some spiritual gains and my cells try to adapt which causes physical stuff...I go to PT and they sort of patch me back together and I do it again. Sort of morphing on a cosmic rather than visible level.

Since moving, my spirit contacts dropped WAY off...to nearly nothing. There were some left over thought forms here that I think have mostly cleared but not resident spirits like in my last home. They seemed to not want to leave and they were not pleasant. I think I'm in some sort of spiritual boot camp, or base camp like what you are in while you acclimate before climbing a mountain. Some messages have started to come again. 
Christmas eve I was 'contacted' by a dead guy my family knew who died about a year ago in Dec to contact his family who is still struggling with his death...he was in his 30's. This time, I wised up and just did an UNSIGNED letter stating what I had received. These letters pretty much write themselves. Then I got info about a fire in a storefront in a neighboring town. I have no idea if this is all crap or not. I wrote another letter telling as best as I could what I saw and encouraged them to get an electrical and fire inspection. Didn't sign it...left out the part that said "SOMEONE WILL DIE". Then got info about a woman in town I don't know. 
I sort of get these dreams that put me into almost like a coma...I sleep so hard I cannot hardly awaken and they usually have a big headache attached. Then after dreaming and seeing people and scenarios it usually boils down to some words.  I might get a name and a cave-man talk message like "Mrs. Jasmine.  Cancer." In this case, I looked in the phone book for the strange last name I got (not Mrs. Jasmine) and found it. Then today, Mark left a magazine (sports illustrated) turned to an article about a HS football team in Maine that has experienced 5 suicides and other deaths of team members in three years. Something in that caught my eye, and I ended up writing to one of the coaches who I happened to have been able to find an e-mail for on the net, and an associate of Allison Dubois (of TV's Medium fame)...suggesting the use of a psychic to examine some ideas I had...I wasn't getting anything specific, but just urging them to look further and use a psychic. So that's all happened since Christmas Eve.

Most of my days fly by. I remain in silence most of the time. Centering prayer or meditation but mostly I just sort of sit a lot and don't accomplish a darn thing. Fighting the ego "shoulds" a lot. Time in the temporal sense is not really working like I'm used to...I get up, and it's time to go to bed in like a flash...which is odd when you aren't doing anything.

Getting ready to do a two week cleansing fast. Not my favorite. I've done them twice before. The first 3-4 days are the hardest and then after that it's like I could keep doing it forever. Got the instructions from the health food store. Juices, suppliments etc.

Also checking into trying to go to St Gertrudes Monastery in Cottonwood ID for a silent retreat. Never tried that before. I've heard really good things about the place. Maybe if I wasn't looking at all I'm NOT doing, and was away from any pull towards social contacts, I could be in silence with less ego involved.

I'm thinking that I'm leaning closer to some form of mediumship/spiritual counseling with some element of physical healing but I'm not sure how, or when or IF. I'm trying really hard to wait and be shown what and where I am to be next to be of my highest best service. This is incredibly hard.

There is talk of creating a healing center here...with multiple disciplines involved...services and education and therapy...especially for the indigos. Even talk of equine therapy. There is somthing about this valley that is drawing healers...as well as negative energy. It is a weird time we are in.

So...I know this was a pretty cryptic explanation of what is far more in depth...but I figured you would probably understand most of it on some intuitive level."

I always find it interesting to see how I was sorting out my feelings and that this many years later, I still feel mostly the same way about how I am interpreting these experiences.  And I'm still sort of waiting, or living my way into answers and moving forward, not knowing quite where I'm going.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Channeling

In an earlier post, I touched on this subject.  At the most basic level, channeling is thought to be when a disembodied spirit enters the physical body of a person for any number of reasons.  Often to communicate a message.

My husband and I recently watched the 1990 movie, Ghost.  I LOVED that movie when I saw it.  It was really interesting to watch it again through different eyes.  At the time when I first saw it, I had not yet become aware of any of my psychic gifts, so it was just a romantic movie with a new and interesting theme.

A couple of things caught my attention this time.  One, that there was only the stereotypical polarity of good ghosts and evil ghosts, light and shadow, angels and demons, Heaven and Hell.  My limited exposures to date have shown me or given me the impression that there are lots of shades of gray.  Polarities are more of a human construct, often based in religious dogma.

The other aspect of interest was that of channeling.  At one point in the movie, an anxious spirit, who wishes not to have his place "in line" taken, who is eager to speak to his living wife, dives into Whoopie Goldberg's medium character and speaks through her to his wife.  Her voice becomes his voice.  He sees using her eyes, he feels firm and physical inside Whoopie's body.  When he jumps out, he is weakened and it takes him time to recover.  Later in the movie, Whoopie offers to allow Patrick Swayze to enter her body (and really, who wouldn't?) in order to physically touch Demi Moore before he crosses over.  He just wants one more time to be able to feel the contact between them.  And again, this process weakens the spirit.

I have never willingly or voluntarily channeled. Not that I'm against it, per se, but I don't have any reason to do it and it just never came up.  And I've watched too many movies and read too much misinformation.  But it HAS happened a couple of times involuntarily (like in this movie where Orlando just jumps in impatiently).  On a couple of occasions, when I was doing energy work on someone I didn't know and was actually a little put off by the process because I'm slow-to-adapt to touching strangers.

How it happened or how I came to interpret it was like this:  I was holding the head of the client, trying to get myself out of my head and just let universal love and healing flow as was to the highest good for the client when I had flash images of a mother or maternal figure and such an overwhelming love for this person (who I didn't know) flow through me that it took me completely by storm.  I was trying to sniff and hide the fact that it was making me cry.  It is a love that is hard to explain except that of a mother for her child.  I had the sensation that someone who loved this person I was touching had slipped in and slipped into my hands like putting on a pair of dish gloves so that for a brief moment, they were touching their loved one again.  And the love and emotion they experienced ran through my emotion.  During such times, I have asked if they have a mother or mother figure who had passed.  The answer is always yes.  It will be a mother, a dear grandmother who raised them like a mother, or a guardian who cared for them like a mother.  One such time, the word "Babushka" kept going through my mind.  I thought at the time, that it was a term of endearment for my client.  I later found out it was a foreign word for "grandmother" and his grandmother was like a mother to him, had died, and was from the country where this word means "grandmother".

The converse is true in my experience.  Personally, I am the one who was drained by the experience, rather than the spirit.  Well, I don't know if the spirit was drained.  My impression was that channeling drew energy from me.  I may end up with a headache or so hungry and exhausted that when I go home I go straight to bed and it could take me two or three days to shake off feeling sluggish.  In no way, on any such occasion, was it every my impression that the spirit intended any harm to me, or had any understanding that it would cause me ill effect.  They don't seem to know how it works either.  They are driven by great love to act and it happens before they think.  The same way that any of us might do if we had one last chance to touch someone we dearly loved.  And because it seems to be so draining, it isn't something I have ever pursued as something I would want to do deliberately.  I'm sure some people do it well, and that there are ways to learn how to do it safely, but I think the need for that is rare, and spontaneous.  It is less taxing to communicate a message across in words.  But if it was me, and it was my loved one, and I could jump in for a moment, I would do it, wouldn't you?  So I have total empathy for why and how it happens.  And I feel blessed that I was able to be a channel, a vessel, a medium between the living and the dead to convey love and comfort.  I just don't plan to make a conscious habit of it.