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A New Place in Reiki
January 21, 2017

A New Place in Reiki

Dreamers, broken lovers, and the ocean

Hello friends. It has been a long time since I have written on this blog. Life is an unpredictable, twisting journey. I have walked down a spiritual path of many tears over the last couple of years. I moved across the country, leaving winter for spring, leaving the frozen prairie for the wild forest and ocean. I moved away from my Reiki practice as the Holy Spirit led me to reach out to the evangelical church of my childhood.

Through tears and love, I wrote what I heard from the heart and voice of Jesus. I put into words his burning gaze of Love and Social Justice. But with the American church’s overwhelming support of Donald Trump in the election, I threw my hands up in despair. My pen weeps over my old conservative Christian community. They have disowned the Holy Spirit and embraced ego, greed, and hatred.

But I still find Jesus among those who are broken, those who are seeking healing for themselves, their communities, the world. Jesus calls out to those whom the church has rejected, just like he loved those whom the Pharisees rejected. I have friends in the communities of Progressive Christianity, Universalism, the New Age, the Environmentalists, LGBTQ, the broken lovers and dreamers. I am finding a new place in these communities and in my Reiki practice.

This blog and my Reiki is dedicated to all these wanderers and mystics who are struggling in this ego-driven, competitive American society. Life is so much more than the next promotion, the next fancy vacation or house or car. Our spirit bodies transcend this realm of appearances.

I do find so much joy in my move back to the Pacific Northwest. There are many spiritual seekers here. The portals of light and healing are open over this beautiful place. I hear the songs of the Holy Spirit in the trees and the ocean. People love and protect God’s precious environment.

I took a trip to the ocean recently to breathe in the salty air and heal my winter- ravaged lungs. The weather was sunny, but the waves were high, wild, and majestic from a morning winter storm. I wrote a poem while watching the waves.

My spiritual practice is like the waves ebbing and flowing. Even the chaos of life’s storms creates beauty.

Namaste friends, new and old. I am excited to start again on this journey of spiritual exploration and healing with you. Please let me know in the comments if you have something to add or a story to share. Contact me about doing a Reiki session.

May the love and peace of the Holy Spirit heal you and bless you today.

Namaste.

 

 

Image Credits: Alexandra Koch.

Cloud of Witnesses
May 21, 2014

Cloud of Witnesses

There are spiritual beings all around us. Although we can’t see them, they are cheering us on the journey, weeping when we weep, laughing when we laugh. They can bring us great healing, and joy if we learn to communicate with them.

The writer of Hebrews in the Bible tells us of a great cloud of witnesses, surrounding us and cheering us on to the finish line (Hebrews 12:1). These are people who have crossed the veil before us: our relatives, beloved friends, faithful saints and leaders of all religious and spiritual traditions who know the joys at the end. There are also crowds of angels and other spirit beings who may never have journeyed on this physical plane, but they encourage and help to guide the spiritual seekers on earth.

I grew up in a tradition in which it was “evil” to set up altars honoring the deceased or to talk to the dead at all. Generally, this is taboo in this hyper-scientific American (white, Protestant Christian) culture, where spiritual encounters are explained by physics or neuroscience, and children are discouraged from believing in imaginary friends. But I am seeing signs of hope with an increase in paranormal movies and psychic documentaries, with increased public conversation about life beyond the grave, and with the blossoming interest in spirituality and answers beyond the simple black-and-white, heaven-and-hell teachings of the church.

Cultural conversations with the cloud of witnesses

Many cultures around the world, even some American cultures, do embrace the spiritual and peek into the veil separating the seen from the unseen. The Japanese set up beautiful altars to honor their deceased. Mexicans celebrate and converse with their ancestors during Dia De Los Muertos. American Indians talk to the spirits and use soul retrieval to help the deceased to cross over. African-Americans share ghost stories and folk mythologies full of truth. Mystic Catholics pray to saints for guidance. All of these methods are ways to communicate with, and receive love and encouragement from, the cloud of witnesses. Of course, I am greatly generalizing here, and every person has an individual view of spirituality, but I am also exploring the big cultural ideas.

What does it mean to be encouraged by the cloud of witnesses?

Encouragement: take courage, find strength on the journey.

Sometimes the evils, hatred, and greed in this world cause me to tremble in fear and lose my grasp on happiness. But I have learned to talk to the unseen beings surrounding me. They tell me jokes and stories, remind me of my mission and destiny on earth, and help me to remember my home full of love on the other side.

As an empath, when I hear a story of someone abused or the innocent jailed and caged, I feel intense emotion, even to the point of physical sickness. Because of this, I can get too wrapped up in earthly concerns of justice and pain. My cloud of witnesses whispers to me and remind me that karma will always be fulfilled, and I can only change myself, and hopefully help to lift up a few people in my small corner of the world. I really hope that my writing can make some small difference. Ultimately, I cannot save or change a world that does not want to be changed.

Instead, I can focus on the reward, the homecoming at the end of my journey. My spiritual friends tell stories of wild, trippy dimensions of ultimate bliss and fun. They describe giant feasts of food more delectable than the grandest dinner on earth. They tell me about houses made out of light, and one giant community made out of love. That is a dream worth living for!

Namaste, friends. In the future, I will talk more about heaven, the cloud of witnesses, and the spectacular spirit beings I have met. For today, look inside. Listen to the whispers of your loved ones who have passed on. Embrace their joy and embrace the journey of light and love.

Finding Joy in Life
May 14, 2014

Finding Joy in Life

Saturday was a fun day. The beautiful spring weather, warm and sunny, was so welcome after the brutal arctic winter we just endured. I took my son over to the preschool, and we had a fun time making a fairy garden. My son enjoyed meeting many new friends, my week day preschool students. I really love being a preschool teacher, especially at my new job with its low ratios and high joy. I wish there was room for my son to attend, but at least full wait lists show the quality of the place and how fortunate I am to work there.

But even in the midst of all this sunshine, the storm clouds still crowd my mind. The other teachers and parents were talking about their houses, churches, date nights with their spouses, school districts and homework for their children, all the middle class conversations and concerns with which I grew up, the life I thought I would have before my illusion of a safe, secure world was shattered.

It is hard not to be jealous when I overhear mothers able to stay at home, in their new house, because their husband makes such a nice salary as a pastor. My security, my housing, my dreams were all robbed and shattered by the church. I humble my heart and reflect on my spiritual journey, and the rebirth from the ashes.

I understand that everyone has their own private battles and healing journey. But I don’t understand why so many people care so little about, or at least don’t pay much attention to, the pain of others. Why do people worry about getting their children into the most desirable school district, or scoring that mortgage for the biggest house, or think it is a catastrophe that their spare car needs some brake work, when others outside that middle class bubble are desperately searching for a job, any job, or  working full time and still starving in the hunger of poverty, shivering in the cold of homelessness, dying in front of a hospital door closed by lack of insurance, and facing police violence and false imprisonment just for the crime of being poor?

Some religious and new age followers would say we cannot compare one person’s journey to another’s, but the problem with that statement is this: the people who never have to worry about poverty, hunger, and false imprisonment are contributing to the system of injustice by their silence. Because of this silence, the wheels of pain keep turning.

But in this pain, there is also great wisdom. I have learned more about life, human nature, and spirituality in my struggles and oppression than I ever could fathom when I was child in the silent privilege of white middle class America.

No matter how great the pain, there is also joy. I take joy in the happiness of my son. I take joy in my new preschool job, so full of light, peace, and children’s laughter. I take joy in romantic nights with my husband framed with beautiful music and the excitement of a spring thunderstorm in the background.

The Buddha taught us that peace is found within our soul, never in our outward circumstance. This is true, and I want to focus more on the joy in my life. At the same time, I want to be a light worker in this dark world, helping others to escape the prisons of the System, and not breaking a bruised reed, as Yeshua taught us. To quote Simon and Garfunkel, I want to disturb the sound of silence and learn the words written on the subway walls and tenement halls. Break the System by breaking the silence.

Friend, if you are struggling today, look for the joy in your life, even if it only feels as small as a shimmer of light catching the dust, as fragile as a spider web in a gale. Embrace the Holy Spirit wisdom in the midst of your hardship. If you are experiencing a time of prosperity and abundance, examine your life to see if there is any way you are silently contributing to the pain of another, and find the courage to raise your voice.

Joy in the journey, and mindfulness of others, is the path of Holy Spirit Reiki, and holiness.

Happy Mother’s Day and Pain of Rejection
May 12, 2014

Happy Mother’s Day and Pain of Rejection

All holidays can be tough for people who have experienced abuse, neglect, or rejection by their own parents, the people who are supposed to love them the most. Of course our parents are only human, they will make mistakes in raising us, and in navigating the sometimes strange tides of adult child to parent relationship. Neither family relationships, nor life itself, rarely resemble the idyllic world of a Hallmark movie. But there are some parents who commit true evil toward their children. Remembering the rejection of a mother can be particularly painful on the Mother’s Day holiday.

My own family was filled with chaos and secrets as I grew up. My father had a violent temper, and made liberal use of “spare the rod, spoil the child,” in order to beat (“grow”) us into godliness. My mother supported him and stood silently by, although she rarely raised her own hand to us.

There were also good times, tender conversations with my mother, and contemplative fishing trips with my father. These joyful waters never calmed completely, though, as the constant threat of another storm always loomed on the horizon. Even as a young child, my parents would argue with me and put me down over my liberal ideas of environmentalism, collectivism, feminism, and oneness. I was raised strictly evangelical fundamental, but my spirit rebelled against this from birth. At times I overrode my heart and tried my hardest to use fundie talk, and convert all my friends to Christianity, to earn my parent’s admiration. Even then, I felt like I never fit into my family, and, deep in my heart, I often questioned my parent’s love for me.

Many years later, after a painful excommunication by my church (my safety network of friends), unemployed, despite my master’s degree, because of a crap economy, homeless after exhausting all of my savings and credit cards, with a helpless toddler in my arms, my husband and I went back to my parents, asking for help. They said we were headed to hell for our “new age” views, we were in league with the devil, and God was judging us. After another religious argument they kicked us out the door and said they never wanted to speak to us again.

My tears fell.

My tears fell as Christian love died.

My tears fell as parental love died.

The pain of rejection was far worse than the pain of homelessness and the fear of the future. But the Holy Spirit spoke tender words to me in her healing grace. YHWH guided us to Minnesota in his wisdom. I found work and we have begun to rebuild our life.

The pain and sadness still linger, especially as so many people today on Mother’s Day are talking about the joy of their mother and how mothers forever love the children they carried, no matter what. Unfortunately, this is not always true. Today I am just finding joy in being a mother to my own son, and I know that, no matter where his life journey takes him, I will always love him.

If you, friend, are struggling today with memories of a mother’s rejection, or abuse, I feel your pain. I am sending healing Reiki out into the world to help soothe these wounds. Feel and acknowledge the pain, but embrace Life. Feel free to share your story in the comments, or contact me for a healing appointment.

Find joy in the journey.

Happy Mother’s Day.

The Journey of Holy Spirit Reiki
January 10, 2014

The Journey of Holy Spirit Reiki

Reiki is a journey.

Reiki is a healing practice, but Reiki is also a lifestyle change. Reiki is an invitation into a healing dance with the Divine, a gentle tango with the Holy Spirit leading each step.

I so often see Reiki advertised as a quick solution to pain, like taking an aspirin, or, even worse, as a weight-loss method. Reiki is not a flippant “New Age” healing modality. Reiki is a powerful divine energy, the ancient practice of the laying on of hands. I believe Yeshua used Reiki as he healed the masses of people. But he didn’t just give them a quick fix; he often preached about the hard road, the lonely road, the trials to enter the kingdom. Reiki brings healing, yes, but Reiki also brings spiritual responsibility.

A Reiki session is just the beginning of the divine journey. If you contact me for a session, I will lead you into the dance with the Holy Spirit and leave you in her loving embrace. Your earthly cares and pain will melt away as you learn to flow in the healing dance.

I am a Reiki master, so I have followed this path for a long time. As a born healer, the Holy Spirit taught me this dance from a young age. As a child, I explored the world in wonder, learning secrets from the buzzing of the bees and the whispering of the trees. I have also felt the pain of others from a young age. I am an empath with a heart wide open to experiencing the pain of others while I lead them on their own path. I also learn new things from my Reiki clients and friends every day. The journey is eternal.

I believe that YHWH created us with a deep need for each other. This is not a popular idea in our individualistic, ego-driven Western culture. Compassion, sacrifice, and empathy bind us together. That is the power of Reiki healing, the Holy Spirit Reiki journey. Competition and ego drive us apart. When Reiki is sold under the spell of this energy, the result is dangerous. There are many people who tell stories of harm from negative Reiki energy. My heart cries for those wounded souls.

I invite you, friends and strangers alike, reading this blog to join me on the healing journey of Holy Spirit Reiki. It is a mystical, wonderful path, full of joy and sometimes heartache. But the end is true healing and true enlightenment.

The Bodhi Fig Tree Journey
December 11, 2013

The Bodhi Fig Tree Journey

Legend has it that the Buddha sat under a fig tree on the day that he attained enlightenment. Perhaps this is too broad a saying; I don’t think enlightenment can be fully attained in one earthly lifetime. I believe full enlightenment will take a human soul thousands or millions of years and journeys through multiple spiritual dimensions. At any rate, meditating under the fig tree was an important part of the Buddha’s spiritual journey. This particular tree, ficus religiosa, now bears the name “Bodhi tree,” Bodhi meaning enlightenment in Sanskrit.

500 years later, another of the world’s greatest spiritual leaders had an encounter with a fig tree. Yeshua cursed a fig tree on his journey to Jerusalem during the end days of his earthly ministry. Matthew 21 and Mark 11 both tell this story. In both accounts, Yeshua saw a fig tree that was not bearing fruit, and he cursed it. During the same journey, he went to the temple and overturned the money tables.

At least that is the way the story goes in church. I think it was more like this: Yeshua became very angry at the sale of sacrifices going on in the most holy of places. Yeshua could not stand to see the oppression of the poor and the merchants turning the sacred into a sale. Coins flew to the ground like a hail storm, and doves flew overhead, confused at their sudden freedom from smashed cages. Goats ran out of the temple and down the street, somehow intuitively aware that their lives had been spared. People screamed, and the money changers cowered and cursed under their breath. Someone ran to get a priest to come help.

At the same time, something magical happened. According to the gospel of Matthew, the blind and the lame came to the temple and Yeshua healed them. I am sure the religious leaders were very angry at the destruction of their property and the disturbance inside their kingdom. But, somehow, they did not lay hand on the great healer while the sick flocked around.

What does all of this have to do with the fig tree? I believe that Yeshua was making a prophetic sign when he cursed the tree. He was saying that Israel had turned from her spiritual roots and become a fruitless tree. She no longer had the fruits of compassion and spiritual wisdom, the two greatest qualities that the Buddha also taught as the path to enlightenment.

See the connection? There is much debate as to whether Yeshua knew Buddhism or studied in India or any of these other intellectual questions. No doubt Buddhist thought, as well as many other religious and philosophical thoughts, permeated the Judean atmosphere of the time. The writings of Paul as well as world history readily demonstrate this. But whatever physical connection existed, there was certainly a spiritual connection between the ideas of the two great teachers.

So, the Buddha sat under a fig tree, and learned deep spiritual truths on his journey to enlightenment. Later, Yeshua cursed the fig tree on his journey to justice, as a sign to the people to turn back to the spiritual truths, namely the truth of compassion toward the poor and oppressed. On this same journey, Yeshua made the ultimate sacrifice of his life for the sins of the people. Maybe that is partly why he was so upset to see sacrifices both cheapened and made inaccessible by the money system. Money, and the oppression it brings, cannot exist alongside the holy, and caused the fruit of Israel’s tree to die.

Interestingly, Yeshua later told another parable about a fig tree (Matthew 24:32-42). He told his disciples to watch the sign of the fig tree, that when the leaves come out we know that summer is near. In the same way, we should watch out for the coming of the Son of Man, the establishment of true justice, and the end of earth as we know it now. Yeshua preached over and over that the greatest use of a person’s life is to inwardly prepare for the kingdom of heaven. Similarly, the Buddha taught that we must journey inward to the state of nirvana, overcoming ego, desire, want, and pain on the way. Similar teachings, deep spiritual truths. Both framed by a lowly fig tree.

Welcome to the journey of the fig tree, my friends.

 Photo used freely, courtesy of adrahon on stock.xchng

October 26, 2013

Free From Capture: Yeshua and the Woman Caught in Adultery

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Used freely, courtesy of duchesssa on stock.xchng

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

October 20, 2013

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.

September 28, 2013

Fire Dance

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Photo used freely, courtesy of ritvik on stock.xchng

I recently enjoyed a day at the Renaissance Festival. I had fun watching the performers and meeting people who are living out the fullness of their dreams and imaginations.

A fire dance show caught my attention and my imagination. A man and a woman danced on the stage, moving gracefully in sync, full of energy and power. The beads on the woman’s dress glimmered brightly in the light of the fire and the cloudy sun. Her long, dark hair fell down her curvaceous back in a cascading braid. She swung her flaming whip dangerously in time to the music, loud, cracking streaks of orange and yellow splitting the atmosphere.

Her partner kept perfect time with her, swaying and moving his body in a bold tango. His neatly trimmed beard and smooth green costume contrasted with the sharp edges of the fire on his whip. He cracked circle eights through the air, exciting the crowd by defying the familiarity of safety.

The whole dance radiated passion and raw sexual energy. Raw Reiki.

Spiritual life is like the fire dance, full of passion, excitement, and danger. The spirit realm radiates the energy of pure love, a bright and treacherous fire of holiness. We approach this flame on earth when we step out of our comfort zone and bravely love another, taking their pain and despair upon ourselves as if it is our own. We risk getting burned by the whip of the flame, but the trade-off is the passion inherent in compassion.

Just like the passion of the fire dance, we also approach the flame of the Holy Spirit when we climb the heights of sexual ecstasy. This is why the Bible warns against casual, commitment-less sex. When two people join together in the passionate fire dance of love, it is as dangerous as it is beautiful. When we deeply love another to the point of becoming two in one flesh, we transcend physical and spiritual barriers and touch the realm of the Divine.

The realm of the Divine, the realm of fiery love, is the perfect marriage of the masculine and feminine. Much is spoken of the divine masculine, but we too often forget the other side, the divine feminine. The Hebrews called her Ashera, and the Greeks Sophia, but either way she calls out her wisdom in the streets, wooing mystic seekers to follow her to the tree of life. Some understand the divine feminine as the second person of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit, Hagia Sophia (Holy Wisdom) in the Orthodox tradition. She is the completion of the perfect union and perfect love.

Reiki energy is her medicine, Holy Spirit medicine. It is a pure fire that burns away our pains and earthly woundings in the love of the Divine. Pure sexual passion and ecstasy are also forms of Reiki.

Love deeply, friends, pursue the mysteries of the Spirit, and participate boldly in the fire dance and the healing journey.

September 24, 2013

Angels

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Vector graphic used freely, courtesy of barunpatro on stock.xchng.

There are angels all around us. They protect us and wage war over us. They watch the affairs of humans in awe. We are as mysterious to them as they are to us.

Unfortunately, most people do not understand the role of angels. We have been sold a cultural idea of a cute, fluffy angel with big cheeks, pillow wings, and Precious Moments tear drop eyes who flies around and plays a harp all day. This is far from the truth. Angels are fierce beings of light, warriors of the highest order, protectors of everything sacred.

Earth is a small planet in the vast spiritual and physical cosmos, but earth is a terribly important place. All the dark acts of humans here ripple as destructive tidal waves throughout the spiritual planes: the destruction and pollution of the environment, the massive cruelities of human trafficking, the fierce political and social inequalities, children going to bed hungry, and the black thunder of greed. The angels fight for restoration and healing.

There are angels who have fallen away from grace and given into the trappings of greed and power. These angels (the armies of satan, as the church proclaims but very little understands) whisper secrets of destruction and chaos into the ears of world leaders and evil people in high places. The dark beings violate spiritual laws of compassion and oneness, but they can never overcome the primary spiritual law of love. This is the theme and moral of all of our fantasy tales. Light and love will always triumph over darkness and hatred.

People talk about guardian angels and spirit guides. It is true that angels can fulfill these roles in our lives if we are open and ready to receive love and healing. Children, especially, in their innocence and purity, understand guardian angels. Many children have imaginary friends who are, in fact, real spiritual beings: angels, fairies, sprites. We call them “imaginary” as if they do not exist outside the mind, but a better understanding is that we can only access these beings through our imagination consciousness. Too often we lose our imagination consciousness as we grow up and adults in our lives tell us to stop daydreaming, stop playing around, and learn to live in the “real” world. Oh, the massive destruction of those words.

Don’t lose hope, though. Even as an adult you can reawaken to the angels and other beings of the spirit realm. They want to partner with humans for healing, both for individual healing and for communal healing of the entire human and natural world. You must receive the angels in a spirit of love, with no greed or longing for power or control.

This is the danger of the New Age idea of spirit guides. Many in the New Age community lust after money and power and the idea of “abundance,” but without love and connection to others. Abundance is a spiritual principle, and we are made to live in happiness, but this is supposed to be enjoyed in a shared human community where no one is suffering because of the “abundance” of another. I will write more on this topic in another post. When people with an impure heart contact angels as spirit guides, they will receive the advice of the fallen angels and the war grows even fiercer on earth.

But, if you are ready to follow a path of light and love, and you desire healing for yourself and for your neighbor down the street and the war-terrorized mother across the world, then you are ready to partner with your guardian angels. Be open and ready for the opportunity to serve others, in that way you may meet the angels and receive your own healing.

The Bible says,

Hebrews 13:1-31 Stay on good terms with each other, held together by love. 2 Be ready with a meal or a bed when it’s needed. Why, some have extended hospitality to angels without ever knowing it! 3 Regard prisoners as if you were in prison with them. Look on victims of abuse as if what happened to them had happened to you.

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