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Dying with Grace

Death has a funny way of freaking us the eff out.  It was never intended to be met with such fear.

I once facilitated a conversation for a family whose matriarch had just passed away.    The daughter sitting before me asked her mother what death had felt like.  Mama (on the other side) responded that it felt like an orgasm.  If you can give into the joy and let yourself relax, the return to God/Source is triumphant!  Probably not the message her family expected, but it brought me such clarity and delight I try to always share her perspective.

Jesus also taught us much about how to die with grace.  Though His legacy may sound frightening, He walked his path with courage, grace and certainty.  Fear was not a part of His journey, nor should it be a part of ours.  Death is a portal, afterall!  A gateway to our return to God.  And this return should be celebrated, even heralded, not fraught with fear and unease. 

When death can be embraced, it's magical.  A perfect bow on the finely wrapped gift of life.  When fear and regret seep in, death is ugly, prolonged trying and tedious.  The infamous death scene in Dark Crystal is an ideal example of how death can be greeted! the Skeksis holding onto greed and power wither in anguish and crumble into a pile of dust while the Mystics, a spiritual and peaceful race, dies with a smile and his body turns to light.

The wisest of us knows when to step back and rest in the arms of the Divine. 


To help those we love die with grace, we can:

- talk with them and create a safe space for sharing whatever they may need, allow a place to air regrets and make amends
- hold them in unconditional love and joy
- allow forgiveness (of self and others)
- talk about death and what they can expect
- give them permission to let go
- remind them of the friends and family they can soon reconnect with



Spirit has asked me to talk as much as I can about dying with grace.  How to greet it, how to embrace it and how to celebrate it.  I've done several presentations around Denver on the topic and love sharing my shamanic perspective on death and dying.  If I can share this with a group you love, please give me a holla!

 

Heart vs Brain... the ensuing battleground

As a shaman, I often am confronted with the heart vs mind debate and find it's in the head where most people get stuck.  To say "shake it off" is really a challenge for some but, it is the key to moving forward and embracing greater change.  The crucial piece in getting out of stuck and bringing joy back into your world is living from the heart.

To get out of the head and into the heart can be for some the longest journey.  But if we can reassign our gorgeous brain a better purpose, we can free ourselves from the confines it ultimately creates.  

The ground rules:

Our brains are powerful machines intended to guide and automate functions of the physical body.  The brain keeps our hearts beating, keeps our eyes blinking and tells our body how to break down food and turn it into energy.



Our hearts are the true master of our being.  The heart shows us what is in our highest truth, what is in our best interests and how we should behave in the world in service to ourselves and God.


The new energies on the planet are forcing our hearts to be the guiding force.  In heart there is truth, passion, joy and emotion.  In our head fear, thoughts, sickness and limitation exist.  Outside of the dictates of our brains, no fear exists.  Period.  

Recently while working with a client, the Ascended Master Thoth came in teaching us that the brain is really nothing more than the sail of the ship.  It can catch air and direct, but it alone will only lead the ship astray.  It is the captain, the heart, that can safely get the ship and its crew to the right destination.

Our hearts, emotions, and feelings must now direct us.  Chills up your spine and  zaps of energy are atuning us with heart energy.  These physical sensations is our heart communicating with us!   Our heart can send messages of change and healing to our brain and it is time we let it!


TRY THIS:

Rather than trust what your brain says... those lil nagging voices that let you feel small... instead step into your heart and ask if this is your truth?  Are you really not good enough?  Are you crazy? Are they all gonna laugh at you?  Chances are not. But the brain, in it's quest to keep you safe, physically viable and alive, doesn't like trying new things, embracing new concepts or letting go of what keeps it feeling safe and comfy.  When we ponder new endeavors  any triggers we have may flood to the surface, in an effort to keep us safe.  These triggers are often felt as fear... and darlin brilliant one, fear is often just a thought.

Conquer those demon thoughts and allow your heart to step in to allow greater happiness, joy and experiences.  In your heart is your truth and it shall set you free!

ChemTrails ... to be or not to be AFRAID

The first time I heard of chemtrails I was in disbelief. Could our government be creating and releasing toxins through our skies... intentionally sterilizing and sickening us with each fly by?  

Many of my trusted resources swayed me to be believe this was the case. Heck, do a Google search and you'll find many passionate educated authorities screaming to "beware the chemtrails."

Yet... now I find myself incredulous again. While our powers that be are certainly not incapable of this act, my Guides now assure me this conspiracy is a strong push of misinformation. 

Here in Colorado, we have a birds eye view of government flight activity. On any given day you can see myriad streaks in the sky from nearby air force bases and the academy.  As I peered heaven ward today, I saw these zippy patterns and felt playful, inspired even by the lucky souls flying these crafts with apparent glee and enthusiasm.  These plumes felt like nothing more than after effects of the carefree careen of the wheel to new cadets and seasoned pilots. With new aircraft technology, isn't it also possible new jet fuel burn off is also possible?  After all, if birds were to release streams in flight, would we see anything different?   

So then, says my pea brain, why would they propagate this tale?  It seems so clear now, after years of being frustrated and distrusting by the existence of these, I am now freed with the crystal clear insight that they want us to fear our own skies. 

If every time I gaze into the skies it is with a spirit of agitation, fear and general disease, they have succeeded in destroying something so fundamentally human...  The joy of cloud gazing and dreaming in childlike wonder. If everytime I start to dream, I contract into fear, they have won.  And this simply shan't be on my watch.  

So gaze toward the heavens and shout a triumphant "Suck It" to the trails.  If anything is falling from here, it is simply the malaise of a government gone awry. 

Embracing Inspiration

As we watch the world around us, change is in the air... emotionally, physically, culturally and planetarily, everything is stirred up right now.  What a gift this can be once we can see, heal and release the triggers and resulting memories it is revealing to us. 

And schiet, this is never easy work.  Grueling, sobbing, and messy is how it feels to me.  This season of Metal, expressed in the Autumn is always a challenge for me. 

Let's get neutral for a sec and postpone my verbosity...  If we look back to ancient practices, the Chinese saw connections in everything.  The classic healing manuscript the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Medicine reminds us Metal is all about:

- breathe
- inspiration
- grief
- letting go
- value & importance
- love of the father

My brain translates this as:

- stern & cold
- judgemental
- practical
- shallow
- not good enough



My interpretation of metal is whack yes, but its my truth so it's mine to own and clear.  By living this belief of Metal, I have been denying myself all its gifts and it's teachings. As much as I love the fall, because of my blind spots, I've made it an incredibly uncomfortable time for myself.  Silly brain!


So, I set out as any person ready for healing does... kicking and screaming!   I scheduled for myself a cosmic ass whoop so big, I couldn't help but fall apart-- acupuncture, past life regression and 2 energetic healing sessions all in a week.  Crazy to be certain, but I knew I needed help to shake off whatever giant brambles are holding me back. 

I was a mess by the weekend, feeling like I had lost myself... questioning everything in my world... and feeling utterly unconnected to this thing called Metal-- this core expression of nature that I was completely unable to touch.  I was vulnerable and eager but still unsure what came next.  Then it happened... a true to life death that culled it all and brought the gift of resolution.

My favorite college professor died.  Brutal fucking pancreatic cancer, the beast that also took out my grandfather (who coincidentally died 25 years ago today!) and my celestial brother, Bill Hicks.    Remember this is all connected -- The pancreas in Chinese 5 Element is the store-house of ideas... perhaps they were all just too damned full of inspiration!

Hal taught me to see the magic in life again.  He inspired and lifted me in ways I didn't yet know at 19 years old.  He saw me for who I was and championed me to feel and be fearless.  Inspiration was guaranteed whether he was teaching German (sorry Professor, my tongue never did quite get in the swing) or Goethe, Schopenhauer's philosophy or the societal importance of fairy tales... Hal brought passion and mysticism into every day.  I took every class and an extra year of college just to have more time being in the presence of this great man.  I can see now how many of my passions, my core values, were birthed in his presence and by his light. 

As my boyfriend of that time so aptly said: "He made us believe".  Grieving his passing, he's been quite present helping me heal.  Weird noises in my house have appeared that I've never heard in my 4 years here.  Ticks and scratches totally foreign to my home.  Even my family has been aware there's something visiting us. Grief has been very present for me.  Coupled with my intense week of healing, I'm in a perfect moment of acute vulnerability to heal. 

I began wanting to write about Metal and the Fall and all the power and healing that can occur.  But I'm too puddly right now.  A blubbering raw monkey tyring to inspire others.  Psah....

What Dr. Becker has helped me see so clearly is ....   Hal was the perfect Metal-- inspired and fatherly, he challenged us all to be our best and more importantly to be mensch.    I think all I really wanted was for him to be proud of me... proud of the woman I became and not the irresponsible young adult he knew.  In his presence I felt special, important and in the heartbeat of God.  

From the other side, He offered me a healing-- the profound gift of forgiveness.

Shame blocked my ability to feel and embrace my Metal.  And Hal has helped me heal it.  13 years later, I can finally let it go.  And this is the true value of the season. 

Hal has reminded me our memories always judge us more harshly than God/Goddess/Spirit does.  So embrace your shame, your flaws, your colossal f' ups and bring it on.  We have no space for it, no time for these heavy and wasteful emotions that keep us from being who God asked us to be.  Find what inspires you, what hurts you and what ails you and blocks you.  This is not comfortable work, but it is essential.   Use this season to let go of what no longer serves your heart, let go of what eats at your soul and breathe your true self back into the world. 

Why your reading may suck... and how to make sure it doesn't

“Oh, I’ve been to psychics before but no one can ever read me.”  Weekly I hear this from someone as a reason not to have a reading.  As a strong, clear, and ethical psychic in Colorado, I know I’m good at my job and sometimes take the fact that no one before has been able to read you as a challenge.  In the decade I’ve been doing readings, only once have I actually found this to be the case.  What I have found is that the only real reason for a block is fear … and a heart that needs a lil bit of lovin’.  

People who are resistant or doubtful of my abilities can be a wee bit challenging.  These are the people who invariably are looking for a reason I am wrong.  Perhaps I challenge their beliefs, or maybe they just fear their own truth, which inevitably wants to be shared.  Others may have a specific agenda and if I’m unable to pass their “tests” I must be a phony.  A client once asked me to replay the conversation she and her brother had in his last moments.  This does feel like a test and one I don’t choose to participate in.  The cool thing?  Even these readings are ultimately successful in receiving the information that needs to come through.

What I have found is one’s open heart is directly proportionate to how well the reading goes.  The woman who wants to simply confirm that her husband is cheating will only receive this from the reading.  While the man who is just in this “to see what happens,” with an open heart and curious mind, will likely have his reality shifted in the best of ways!

Even for the few who just sit down to a reading for kicks, I am damn good at what I do and can quickly convert you.  The dubious are often my biggest supporters in fact for they never though the psychic stuff was real anyway.  Ain’t surprises grand?

If you come in for a reading looking for a specific message, you may unknowingly block the most beautiful information that really wants to be shared.

Any and everyone can be read.  The power of information is indicative of the open-ness of your heart. 

To ensure your reading is grand…

-                   ~  Throw expectations out the window

-                   ~ Come with an open heart ready to receive what Spirit has to offer

-                   ~ Have questions written down so we can focus our energies best

Yup, that’s really it!  So rock on Spirit seekers and have fun along the way!  This is supposed to be enthralling after all.