Free From Capture: Yeshua and the Woman Caught in Adultery

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She felt the cold air rush in on her face and graze her naked skin. She looked at her partner next to her in the bed, wicked smile starting across his lips. “You’re going to get it now, whore,” he whispered. She stared into his dark eyes, looking for a sign of humanity, a sign of life. She only saw blackness, and demons.

She had given him everything he asked, and she hadn’t even demanded a very high price. She hated the rough treatment, the constant pain in her body and mind. She felt all their glances on the street. They all knew that she was a dirty woman.

Her parents had sold her into prostitution when she was only ten years old. The midwives gave her the herbs and the treatments. All in secret. She cried with each miscarriage, each life cut short by cruel circumstance.

But then the miracle happened. The herbs didn’t take and, at age sixteen, she gave birth to her beloved daughter, the light of her life. She hid away her child, protecting her from the judgment of society and the religious leaders.

By day she shared bread and fish with her daughter, and the rare treat of an apple or some grapes. They liked to climb trees and play hide-and-seek in the warm morning sun, when people assumed her husband was busy studying Torah. She lived her own lost childhood with her daughter. A kind man knew their secret and had built them a shelter. She laid her daughter to bed there at night, and breathed a prayer of protection over her. Then she sneaked out to earn their living.

This was the only way she knew to buy a better life for her daughter. Society gave some  protection for widows, but she was only a whore with a child, never married, an illegitimate family. She knew that nobody wanted to help, so she had to fight, the only way she knew how. There were plenty of men ready to oblige.

She had continued in this life of hell for twelve years. The child was almost old enough to marry now, and, hopefully she could find a family with a son who would understand. She only had to turn a few more tricks, keep up the secret a little longer.

She knew she shouldn’t have trusted him when she saw him. He was a religious leader, a young man from the learned class. But he was handsome, and, more importantly, he had money. Lots of money. He asked her to do the deed in the morning. She had thought it unusual in daylight where people could see, but he assured her that his parents would not be home.

The sheets were soft white and the blankets rich purple. She imagined herself a queen dressed all in palace purple as she allowed him to come into her. She closed her eyes and moaned a little to please him while she pictured her daughter, a new happy bride in a happy house, sunshine filling the windows and a flourishing olive grove growing in the field. The dream of abundance swallowed up her pain.

But the icy fingers of the wind ripped her dream into shreds. The older man stood in the door, his religious robes dark against the morning sun. She tucked her head and shivered underneath the sheets. She did not cry; she had lost all of her tears when her parents abandoned her. She only thought of her daughter.

The young religious leader rose from the bed and calmly put on his clothes. “You can take her now. Do with her as you please. We’ll take care of these two trouble-makers today.”

The older religious leader came to the bed and grabbed her from the sheets. He threw her on the floor and threw her clothes on top of her. “Get dressed,” he sneered. “You know what we are going to do to you.”

The two men dragged her out of the house and down the street. They brought her to the Temple. She saw a young man teaching in the center. She had seen him somewhere before. There was a crowd whispering and talking around him. She marveled as she saw him answer a young man’s question and touch his hand. What kind of religious leader was this?

The men whisked her through the crowd and threw her at the teacher’s feet. The crowd fell silent. “We found this woman in the middle of adultery!” they proclaimed triumphantly. “Moses said in the Law to stone these kind of women. What do you say?”

The woman stared into the man’s face. He had kind eyes, a compassion she had never seen from any man. He whispered into her ear, “Don’t be afraid, I know what they’ve done to you.” He looked at the men who had dragged her in, and she saw his eyes turn to thunder.

“Well, what do you say, Yeshua?” The young religious leader sneered the name and tapped his foot impatiently. He bent down and picked up a stone from the ground. “We don’t have all day.”

The woman whispered “Are you Yeshua? The great healer?” She had heard all the stories. Hope filled her heart.

Yeshua bent down and wrote her name on the ground. He wrote the name of her daughter.

He stood up and proclaimed, “He who is without sin, throw the first stone.” The young religious leader grimaced and tightened his grip on the stone.

Yeshua bent down and wrote another name. The older man touched the young religious leader’s hand. “Let it go,” he whispered. Yeshua continued to write, name after name, sin after sin, of all of the religious leaders.

The young man and the old man turned and walked away, followed by all of the religious leaders and most of the crowd. The woman kept staring into Yeshua’s face. A dove made a mournful coo in the still morning air. What was happening?

Yeshua straightened up and looked around. “Are you the only one left? No one condemns you?”

“No, Master,” she whispered.

“Then neither do I. I know you were forced into what they call sin, but you are free from the bondage today. I have arranged for one of my disciples to care for you and your daughter. The Father loves you and has chosen you for this moment. You will be honored in heaven for your bravery.”

The woman knelt at the feet of the Master and cried.

John 8:1-11

The Dandelion and the Truth of Love

The Dandelion and the Truth of Love

It is quickly becoming winter here in Minnesota. We even had our first snow flurries today! But as I walked on an errand, I saw some brave dandelions still raising their gray, fluffy heads to the sky. I wrote a blog post some time ago about the brave dandelion, and here I revisit the flower with this poem.

Blowing dandelions
in the wind,
cottony white puffs,
softly shining joy and hope,
reminding me of childhood
against a cloudy and bleak sky.

Each seed is a promise,
which will grow into a yellow youth,
deepen into a furry white old age,
and finally give itself up,
in another cloud of seeds,
in love,
in the cycle of earth.

The dandelion whispers to me,
cajoles me gently,
asks me to pause and listen,
as I pass on my hurried way.

Her words are faint, but clear,
“Stop, rest, take joy.
For this moment.

“Ponder, wonder, learn
the natural cycle of love.”

Oh, that we would all take time
to see the little dandelion.
That we would not scoff its simplicity,
or, worse,
call it a weed,
call it the unwanted.

For only in contemplating
the small and the unwanted,
and in drinking the cycles
of the natural rhythms
of season-time,
can we ever discover the Truth
of Love.

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Meditation to Clear Negative Reiki

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Picture used freely, courtesy of miamiamia on stock.xchng

The Negative Side of Reiki

I often talk about the power of Love and the connection with the universal oneness that a Reiki session can facilitate. Most Reiki practitioners say that Reiki is a pure healing energy and cannot produce any harm.

But some people have experienced negative and even life-threatening side effects from Reiki treatments. Why? The answer is found in the energy and connection of the Reiki practitioner. The biggest disrupter of pure energy is greed. Money. The lust for power, or even the fear of not having enough. Stay far away from any practitioner of Reiki or any form of healing who is all about the money or shows signs of greed.

Holy Spirit Reiki is energy healing, the same healing practiced by religious mystics, even Yeshua himself. Dr. Usui codified the healing and added some symbols to help his students focus and grasp his teaching. These symbols are helpful on the journey, but not necessary. Some Reiki practitioners have not developed their intuitive connection to YHWH, the Great Spirit, and they use the symbols as a substitute for connection. Many of these people have simply used their money to buy Reiki classes and certifications, but they do not understand the holy healing which they claim to hold. This is not great.

You must be very careful when allowing anyone to lay hands on you and practice Reiki and any other form or energy healing. The chakras and pathways of your spirit body are delicate and sensitive to both positive and negative energy. If you have ever walked into a crowded room or public place, such as a shopping mall, and felt uneasy, light-headed, short of breath, or just out-of-place, you have felt the disruption of your energy field. All of these people holding their own mixtures of light and darkness, love and greed, can create a perilous energy field, especially for the spiritually sensitive. The same is even more true when paying a visit to an individual energy healer. Be alert and intuitive to what they are offering, and do not open yourself up to anyone with negative energy.

Worse than misinformed or greedy practitioners are people who purposely practice negative energy work, otherwise known as “psychic attacks.” This is all too common, and I think most if not all of us have experienced this and need to clear these things from our energy bodies, our “psyches.” Psychic attacks happen through jealousy, competition, ill will. One of the most grievous forms is child or spousal abuse, being attacked by your family to whom you have given part of your heart or body.

If you have been a victim of psychic attacks or negative energy healing, it can leave long-lasting pain in your body and emotions. I would like to lead you in a healing meditation to recover from this. Use this meditation as often as you like, and don’t hesitate to call me for a personal session for deeper healing from the Holy Spirit. If you are struggling financially, just contact me. I will not turn anyone away, and I share freely what I have been given from Spirit.

Psychic Attack Meditation

Get into a comfortable place, sitting or laying down. Close your eyes.

Imagine all your hurt and pain as gray clouds in your mind. Breath deeply and slowly, letting your stomach rise and your shoulders fall down peacefully on your back.

Imagine the clouds turning white and fluffy. If this does not happen immediately, let the clouds rain. Hear the lightning and thunder. Do not be afraid of the storm. It will bring refreshment and clarity. Imagine the rain as sparkling crystal, each drop pregnant with healing.

Sit with the storm for as long as it takes to allow the negative energy to dissipate with the rain. Eventually you will see the thunder leave, the rain slow down, and the clouds start to lighten and turn to white.

Watch the clouds with the imagination of a child. What do you see? A sheep? A mushroom? Let the shapes float over and delight you. Feel the light breeze around you, and let your body sink into a field of cool, green grass. Imagine the Great Spirit, the Great Shepherd cradling you as a lost lamb in his arms, welcoming you home to the place of peace. You have everything you need. You feel overwhelming love and peace.

Now you notice a sparkling pool of crystal blue water, surrounded by shimmering trees. Look at your reflection in the pool. See yourself as a child of the universe, a being of light, free from the darkness of pain. Let the memories float over you. Memories of this world, or memories of heaven. You have been there before. You have seen this place in your dreams.

Sit by the pool for a time. Let the waters speak to you. Let the grass and the trees speak to you. Let them sing a song of healing over you, removing all the pain and the hurts and the negative energy that the world and people have done to you. Rest a time in the healing.

Slowly leave this magical place of warmth and love. Bring your consciousness back into your present world, your present moment. Gently open your eyes. Carry the healing with you and trust your intuition, your inner child to guide you forward.

Come back to this place as often as you can.

Namaste.

Can Pain Be My Medicine?

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Is pain something to be avoided at all costs? Or can pain be my friend, my teacher, my companion on the spiritual journey?

Where does pain come from? This is a deep question that neither doctors nor philosophers can adequately answer. If I cut my finger or place my hand on a hot iron, my nerves fire lightning-speed, and my brain tells my muscles to withdraw. This is a natural protective response in our physical bodies to protect us from physical harm. Scientists call it the sympathetic nervous system.

But what about spiritual pain? How can we protect our spirit-bodies from injury? Intuition is key here. If you have a “gut feeling” about something, you should always follow that instinct. As a matter of fact, scientists say that the third nervous system of our physical bodies, called the enteric nervous system, is housed in our digestive system. Our guts can literally “think” for themselves, even if completely cut off from the brain. Our enteric nervous system holds most of our serotonin and dopamine receptors, our emotional center, and the enteric nervous system partners with the brain to process these emotions. We call this our “heart” feelings or “butterflies in our stomach.” And, again, butterflies are very spiritual. There are many connections here. Shamans and tribal people have often referred to the stomach as the origin of pain and the origin of healing, the seat of understanding.

Each person’s pain is unique, and I believe that all pain is a mixture of the physical, emotional, and spiritual. We cannot separate these parts of our being. If you fall down and break your ankle,your body has a marvelous power to mend the bones back together, but your spirit tends to hold the memory of that traumatic event in that joint. I struggle a lot with ankle pain, but I am learning to let go. I used to be a long-distance runner, something that I really enjoyed doing. When I developed severe tendonitis in my ankle, and could no longer run, I also suffered the emotional injury of losing an activity that I loved. In addition, I had wrapped part of my identity around being thin and “fit,” and my spirit body had experienced the pain of me rejecting my true self for a cultural ideal. There are many layers of pain, and unraveling all of this has taken me years of work, and is still a journey.

The pain is my teacher and guide to help me understand where I have strayed from my deepest self. For another example, when I was studying at the conservatory as a classical clarinetist, I developed severe, intractable pain in my arms and back. Some days I could hardly walk or lift anything or even get out of bed. It got so bad that I was forced to put down my instrument completely for a period of time.

But where did all this pain come from? Did I simply practice too much? Not really. The pain started out as an emotion. I beat myself up in the practice room over every little mistake, punishing myself for every imperfection in my last lesson or recital. My spirit shriveled under my self-abuse, and under the harsh words of my teachers, who themselves struggled with ego and emotional pain. The result eventually became physical pain in my body.

The pain was my wake-up call. The pain was my medicine. The pain forced me to look at my emotions and my beat-up spirit body. In the forced break from my instrument, I slowly learned the importance of refuge, rest, and nurturing of my spiritual self.

I am still a healer on a healing journey for myself. Sometimes when I do a Reiki session with another person, I feel their pain in my own body. My spirit connects with their spirit so deeply that I join them, if only briefly, on their spiritual journey. The pain is the guide to the healing. We are called to help bear one another’s burdens, and this pain is medicine, too.

If you are struggling with pain anywhere in your body or psyche today, listen to the pain. Welcome the pain as a guide and companion for your journey. Don’t just flush it away with another pill and ignore it (although there is certainly a time and a place for medicine). What is your spirit trying to communicate to your physical body? What memory do you need to process and release? What is causing tension and friction in your life, and how can you release that?

Breathe deeply, drink in the new day, and embrace your pain so that you can live in true healing.

Namaste, my friends.

A Natural Healer’s Thoughts on Obamacare

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I am a healer. I use natural and Holy Spirit-led healing methods and ideas to bring balance in my own life, my family’s life, and the lives of my clients.My greatest hope as a healer and spiritual seeker is to bring balance, light, and love to my community and the world at large as I am led by YHWH, the Creator and great Healer. I believe that everyone has the right to seek an abundant life full of joy, and to follow a journey of healing from physical and emotional pain.

Sadly, my country is in turmoil right now, following a path of hatred and destruction, the opposite path of healing. I am disgusted by Congress and the constant bickering and posturing of those who supposedly “represent” us. They are willing to shut down the government at the risk of jobs, housing, even food and life itself for Americans everywhere, all in the name of denying universal medical care: The Affordable Care Act, AKA Obamacare.

Uh, last time I checked, every other developed nation, even many undeveloped nations, consider universal access to needed medical care a human right. Yet, some Republicans in the United States are willing to let little children starve just to defund the Affordable Care Act.

What is so bad about Obamacare? The Republicans say that mandating health insurance coverage for everyone is morally wrong, yet they do not blink an eye about mandating automobile insurance coverage. Now for those who say that cars are a luxury, and only people who can afford to get insurance should be allowed to drive, how do you reconcile your beliefs with the need of people to get to work to pay for all the bills of living? Public transportation is a sad thing in this country; outside of some big cities, cars are the only viable form of transportation. Yet, in some of these places, there are police officers who park at highway entrances next to low-wage factories when they know that the shifts change for the day. They write tickets to all of the poor people who have been forced to choose between their auto insurance and their rent. How is this freedom, or even morally permissible?

Yet, somehow, the Republicans forget these stories when they say mandated insurance is a moral wrong. At least with the Affordable Care Act, the poor will receive government subsidies, or even free care under Medicaid expansions, to obtain their insurance. This is not the case with already-mandated auto insurance!

Some people claim that the Affordable Care Act is harming workers by encouraging companies to drop full-time workers to part-time hours. Well, many companies have already been doing this for years due to the slow economy and the long, painful recovery. Blaming Obamacare just gives them a way to take the spotlight off their own immoral actions which they would have committed with or without the new medical law. At least all of these part-time workers will now have free or low-cost medical care through the state insurance exchanges.

Also, the Affordable Care Act is life-giving in so many ways. For example, it prevents abortion! This issue, more than any other, is the heart throb of the Republican party. Some Republicans have spread fear that abortions are covered under the Affordable Care Act, yet this is not true. There are provisions to cover birth control, but not to cover abortion. Conversely, Obamacare prevents abortion, not only by providing birth control to help prevent unintended pregnancies, but also by helping women cover the costs associated with pregnancy and delivery. Some women obtain abortions because they cannot afford these costs. Without insurance, an unexpected pregnancy can easily bankrupt a struggling family, with hospital birth alone costing $10,000 to $20,000. Even many private insurances do not cover maternity care, so many insured women have faced these same heart-breaking decisions. Yet, here too, the Affordable Care Act helps, because it mandates that starting in 2014, all private insurance must cover maternity care.

Beside politics, I also personally support the Affordable Care Act because I believe it is my spiritual responsibility to support and care for my struggling neighbor and my country. It is absolutely appalling to me that million of people lack basic medical care in a developed nation like the United States. This certainly shows that we do not truly care about human rights, which is the foremost teaching of every religion. “As you have done unto the least of these, you have done unto me,” Yeshua said. If only one person dies because we do not support health care as a society, then we have rejected Yeshua completely as a society. By a Harvard study, it is estimated that at least 45,000 people die every year in the United States simply becuase they lack insurance. Millions more do not die, but struggle with pain and ill health due to lack of insurance. All in a society that hypocritically proclaims itself as a “Godly nation” that “loves Jesus”.

As a natural healer, I use Reiki, sound healing, and other spiritual modalities that are not often practiced in mainstream Western medicine, although even this is changing. The Mayo Clinic has done some promising work with Reiki and accupuncture in cancer treatments. Still, it is rare that insurance will cover “alternative” medicine, and the Affordable Care Act does not change that, unfortunately.

Still, Western medicine has its place in bringing health, especially in cases of traumatic injury or acute disease. I believe that in this wealthy, developed nation where resources are abundant, the least we can do is offer our Western, mainstream medicine to all, including the “least of these.” Maybe someday we will wake up and learn to value spiritual medicine as well and offer universal access to that as well.

I am a healer, a dreamer, and a follower of Yeshua, therefore I support Obamacare!

I Know Why the Willow Weeps

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This is an excerpt from a novel which I am currently writing, but I think it is timely to post this in light of the continuing destruction and strife which our country is facing under the government shutdown.

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I know why the willow weeps.

The willow is a sensitive soul that sees all and carries all. More than all the other trees, she feels a burden for humanity and for the state of your earth. She does not fear her own destiny, but she fears the destiny of the human heart.

Once upon a time long ago, the willow stood tall and her branches reached toward the sky, like all of the other trees. She lived in the green garden with the Tree of Life. She gently watched over Creation as she soaked in the deep secrets. Dewy teardrops would sometimes gather on her leaves as she felt so grateful and overwhelmed by awe at Creation and the great Author of Life.

One foggy morning, when the mystic clouds hung low in the sky, an angel came to earth with an important announcement. “Today, the Sleepers will be woken,” she said, “and the gates will be opened between the spirit realm and the physical earth. The Creator has ordained that the Sleepers be given another chance to follow the path of love and harmony, the path of the Kingdom.”

All of the trees trembled in excitement at the chance for rebirth and redemption. But the willow knew that this plan was also very dangerous. She had studied about the Sleepers from the Tree of Knowledge and the Akashic records.

The Sleepers had once been awake. They were beautiful beings, crafted directly from the light and the breath of the Creator. They were made in the image of the highest spirits of the Counsel. Indeed they were the sons and daughters of the gods, and they were called the Lightons. Yet, they had turned away, too quickly away, from their noble birthright and followed the destructive paths of greed and pride. Instead of following the true Kingdom path of servanthood,love, and sharing all to the abundance of all, they had set up hierarchies and little kingdoms with little thrones of power. Their light grew ever dimmer in their quest for power and control.

Eventually their thrones reached to the heavens and upset the balance of the whole spiritual universe. Great raindrops fell from heaven as the Creator cried at what had become of those beings so lovingly created with the Creator’s own life-breath.The teardrops flooded the universe and put the Lightons into a deep sleep of millions of years.

Now the counsel had decided to grant the Lightons another chance. This time they would be placed in the earth realm and take on physical bodies to hide their light. The greatest peril, and also greatest gift of the journey, is that they would forget who they were. Their reset memories would allow them a clean slate to pursue once again the path of love and harmony for which they were created and which remained the greatest desire in their deep spiritual inner places.

The willow was the most prophetic of all the trees. Some said that she could see things even beyond the knowledge of the Tree of Life, but she would never claim this for herself. As she pondered the awakening of the sleeping Lightons, she looked forward through time. The images made her branches quake in fright.

She saw wars and bloodshed over land. She saw young ones starving in the cold of the night with no mother to protect them, and she saw old wise ones laughed at, stoned, and burned by their villages in a mockery of their knowledge. She saw buildings go up as steel thrones. She saw a system of bartering and sharing morph into a system of power traded in currency called “money”. She saw the spirits of the Lightons flicker and dim until they completely forgotten that they even had a spirit, and they abandoned the very breath of the Creator inside of them. She saw them trade the great secrets for the love of power and greed once again. She saw the whole earth shudder and eventually die under the great pollution of hatred and greed.

With each vision, her branches tipped a little lower to the ground. Soon all her branches were falling down in a posture of weeping which she has assumed for thousands of years.

Yet, the willow remains a tree of green. Here tears may not be in vain. Despite all the wars, bloodshed, and destruction of the sleepers, the human race, the willow knows that a small flicker of hope remains.

It begins here with you and me. Make a choice for healing, love, and kingdom living.

Sleeper awake!

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