Why is it so frickin hard to ask for help? Why does it seem that the more I actually need help, the harder it is to ask? After years of therapy, healing, and introspection, I could tell you my list of Whys. I won't bore you with the list as I'm sure those of you who resonate with this challenge have similar lists of your own. Let's assume for this post, that we are all working on healing those old emotional wounds that have held us back from healthy living, yet  asking for help is still difficult.    First of all, recognition that we need assistance can be a hard part of the process. Once we allow ourselves to know we need it, the next step is to simply ask . If it's hard to ask (for any reason), do it anyway. If you don't feel like you deserve it (for any reason), do it anyway.  Who do we ask? Sometimes throwing spaghetti on the wall can be the best approach. Toss out a call for help and see what sticks. Help can come from surprising corners. If we predete...

Like the hermit's of old, I have a cave of meditation. They would go into the deep, dark, dank earth for solace and solitude. In that quiet place they could go within themselves to find their connection with the Divine. I have been sitting in my house-cave for longer than the pandemic has been around. Two months before that hit, I graduated from Boise State University. School has a way of killing one's social life. So, between these two back to back life events, I've been sitting fairly quiet for the past five or six years, with the last two being especially still. An imposed vow of silence. What does Pema Chodron call it? I believe it's, "Hot Loneliness." It means being, "Pregnant with the desire to escape it." Now, doesn't that just hit the nail on the head! What can make us squirm more than our own company?  As soon as COVID hit my awareness, I turned to my Wise Ones. What is this and what does it mean for me? All of the feedback I got was the...

New ETs keep coming in. I was introduced to a new group a few nights ago and holy cow, talk about powerful! The high vibration of these folks would knock your socks off. I so enjoy being in their company. It seems something big is about to happen on our planet but I don't have the details. How can the world not feel this? My guess is more and more humans are catching on. My only suggestion here is to pay attention to the vibrational energy of the extraterrestrials you are dealing with; There are the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

Four stones which had fit nicely in the palm of my hand, are gone now. I had already planned on taking them back to Mother Earth as they had recently told me that's where they wanted to go now - one specifically wanted to be in water. When they heard I was going to the zoo a couple of days ago, they asked me to take them along. I said, "Of course."  It's hard letting go of friends. I'm talking about all varieties: Stones, helping spirits, humans. But I have learned that when it's time to part ways, holding tightly does not feel better in the end. Best to go with the flow of life and let it be. Actually, it's a great argument for living in the moment, cuz that's all we've got folks. And in the next moment if our friend is gone, we can be at peace that we had not squandered our time with them. These particular stones had been with me for some time; they were acquired along my life's journey. But I have long known that I do not possess my friends ...

This technique is used when the answer to your question is going to be a simple "yes" or "no" answer. I use this on a near daily basis with anything from, "What do I want to order on the menu?" to "Do I want to take this job?" Let me break this down a little bit.  Our body is wise. It is in cahoots with our soul. They know who we are and why we are here. And best of all, they know how we can get there! Choices. Do we go left or do we go right? The answer to that question is always going to depend on who we ask and what their agenda is. Everyone has an agenda, even if they are not clear about it. (hint: just because people are operating from their own unclear agenda, our intuitive abilities can see clearly the What and the Why and then we can act accordingly - just because other people are muddled, that doesn't mean that we need to be) The real question is, what do we want to know and whose agenda do we want to use? To explain this technique, ...

I dreamt that I was ready. There was no hesitation, not even down to my inner core. At peace and excited, all the stuff you want to feel when you begin to create. A pure flow without old emotional wounds and fears rearing their ugly heads shouting the constant, "You can'ts!" and, "You are not enoughs" cacophony that so often accompanies the desire to be who we really are. Or even just to stick a toe into the waters of pure soul purpose.    Yes, there was distraction in the dream. People all around me were chaotic and seemed so immersed in things that had nothing to do with me and my creation. But not even that deterred me. I was blissfully focused on the birth of this creation at hand. And it was coming from my hands. I could feel the energy building ready to come forth. But I wasn't facing just right and it hampered the actual doing of it. I started to shift my body so I could get into a better angle, but it still wasn't adequate. And then the dream end...

"Fire Alarm, Low Battery" beeped into my subconscious. I was in such a deep sleep that I don't know how long it took for me to finally realize something was going on that needed my attention. I stumbled down the hall and grabbed the step ladder and the batteries. Nothing smooth in this operation. Fiddling with the apparatus while perched on the ladder, I finally realized that this wasn't going to happen without my reading glasses. Ok, that done, I was able to extract the old battery and insert the new one. Which turned out not to be a new battery and needed to be changed too. But that didn't register until after I had put away the step ladder and the batteries and was headed back to bed at which point the beeping warning started up again. I did all of the steps above - again!  I finally, groggily  rolled back into bed delighted to finally go back to sleep. As I was drifting off, my eyes flew open. Was I missing something? I have learned that life is symbolic. Ever...