intuitive artistic healing

soul affirmation image - created Jan 09

How do you connect with the language of the universe? For some like Sonia Choquette it is through feeling. It’s a six sensory experience that involves being at one with your thoughts and feelings. For others it is dictated in the language of math, numerological codes or universal sticky notes like the angel numbers system observed by Doreen Virtue. Or do you hear the beat of the universe as if it is your own personal rhapsody like Evan in the film ‘August Rush’. Perhaps it speaks to you more like a live streaming program filtered through a top box on your head and spoken through you as it does for Ester Hicks in the form of Abraham. Or maybe you see the universal language as a series of shifting colors and connecting light threads. For me it is more a collage of words, colors and images, like my own personal art canvas posted up in a private viewing room for me alone. Perhaps you have not even noticed just how you connect with this language that goes on around every second of every day. I do promise you this though, once you start paying attention you will notice the universe has an awful lot to tell you.

After years of reading the theory and thinking I had a pretty good grasp on it all, finally, finally it all clicked for me with the viewing of one little scene in a movie. I have been and will continue to use energy as a form of healing. I have an outstanding energy worker who for over 2yrs now has been working with me to create the most healthy me I have ever known. As I said, I understood the theory of energy work and its many healing modalities but there was a part I could never truly get a grip on. In the book Zero Limits, Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len throws around the idea that when we go for a healing the healer does not actual heal us at all, that the healing us bounced back to the healer as self healing. That all healing is self healing. In order for the healer to see the illness or sickness or blockage it has to have been apart of him all along. Now this is not an easy concept to get your head around. Especially as I had benefited from being worked on by an energy worker. My physical body had been healed and all I did was lay there and allow the energy to work through the healer into me. I thought the only part I played was in the allowing. Over time however I noticed other things happening to my energy worker while he was working on me. He would begin to feel blockages within himself start to move and clear. In the physical aspect I was assisting in his physical body clearing. He always tells me my energy is strong and that it radiates through me with such force. So how was I able to still get up off that table week after week and feel stronger and healthier if healing is all self healing? This question still baffled me. Then I watched the movie ‘the Celestine prophecies.’ There is a scene in that movie that visually illustrates how energy is not only exchanged but how it builds up through the act of giving and receiving. This was it, my light bulb moment. Here it was right in front of me, this is how energy work heals. The energy that was being given to me with unconditional love and light for healing I was in turn giving back. Through this beautiful interplay of love and light the energy builds up in the room cleansing and healing us both. It is that beautiful synthesis of balance and flow. Allowing is not enough in it self, one must give in order to benefit the full power of the gift. As Abraham says, life is a stream get in the flow!

I can not believe i have not added anything to this blog since october. Talk about blog neglect! But in my defense alot has happened since that last post. At the end of October i moved all the way back across country from NY state to Las Vegas, NV.  Stayed with friends for 6weeks while i waited for an apartment to become available at my old complex, had to help friends move house, and then christmas hit. Right after christmas i came down with the worst cold i have had in 2yrs. Still recovering from the cold! That being said i know it is no excuse to neglecting one of my babies. And i can only hope my blog forgives me.

Apart from the above mentioned organized chaos, i have been working on quite a few projects one of which is my first magazine which all going well will be out in March. Not to mention i have almost completed my first deck of affirmation cards and i have stared writing an affirmation book. It is my aim this year to have published at the very least one deck of cards and three books.

As i start to get back into the flow more and more doors are opening to me and i am enjoying everything the universe brings my way.

I had the privilege of being able to watch the JV Alert conference streamed live from Vegas this weekend. Carrie Wilkerson was amazing. Her workshop was so concise and from the heart. I love that earthy real quality in a speaker. She was for me the highlight of the weekend. I don’t however want to talk about Carrie, as her performance more then speaks for itself. I wanted to discuss an issue that came up for me in the workshop presented by Brad Semp. I confess I came into the room a little late due to technical issues with ustream, however I got the jist of what he was saying. What caught my attention was this black and white rope he was holding in his hand throughout his whole presentation. I asked a couple of times in the chat room what on earth it was until Micheal Savoie finally told me it was used to measure time, or more to the point brad uses it to point out wasted time. Now don’t get me wrong I am all about efficiency and learning how to create and implement good time management. I have even created workshops on the importance of good time management. Not to mention I am a big fan of Timothy Ferriss 4 hour week. But here is the thing. I am a little concerned when you start telling people that they are wasting their lives and they should snap out of it while you stand in front of them swinging a rope. I have no doubt that Brad is a nice guy and I am positive his systems are very beneficial, what bothered me was his way of presenting the time issue. The choice of rope itself is a threaten choice of props, though I can understand the metaphoric meaning of being bound, and being in bondage of time itself. But who is binding who in this presentation. Brad took on for me at least, a very aggressive persona. Standing at the front of the room swinging around a piece of rope and tying it up around his arms and hands and then stretching it out over his head like he was going to punish us all for being ineffective beings who don’t know how to manage our own existence. I understand for some people this is an extreme take on the rope, and I am sure for most it was more of a distraction then anything. But for any person who has ever been abused or just has low self esteem this sort of prop may be very intimidating. I am left wondering why on earth someone would use such a prop unless of course the aim was to being about a certain sense of fear, however, couldn’t the same point have been expressed with a jar of stones with each stone being a representation of an ineffectual work habit we do during the day? I personally was so distracted by the rope that I don’t think I was giving what Brad was actually saying the attention it deserved. Now I write this not as an attack on Brad or his product, but as a reminder to all presenters and speakers that you carry with you a certain amount of power and influence on the people who have paid to come and see you. Be mindful of not only what you say, but how you say it, how you present yourself and your product and most importantly what impression the paying audience takes away with them.

I have been doing a lot of thinking about what the theme for this year would be. No, I don’t sit around and do this every year, but this year has been somewhat different. For one thing I am about to sell everything I have and only take back across country what will fit in my car for the second time this year! Two my partner lost a friend of 28yrs to cancer and three, the world seems to be in a bit of a funk. So, through the power of reduction, I am giving this year the theme of love and lessons. I know the year is not yet over, however I think enough of it has passed to start reflecting on what I have learned from the challengers this year has bought my way.

It seems that no matter where you turn at the moment the word loss is on most peoples lips. They have lost their jobs, lost their homes, lost their life savings, or in our case lost someone special in their lives. The world in general is learning the lesson of impermanence this year. Nothing stays the same and change will happen either with you or without you or around you. For me in particular it truly has been a reflective year, a year where I have had no choice but to get to the heart of my own personal baggage and clean it out. This in all honesty is not something new for me. Every time a major shift happens in my life I experience a lot of material loss. This is then counteracted by a huge material gain. It is almost like the universe tells me that nothing I have is going to serve me anymore. That I have moved beyond the collection of possessions I currently have and soon will be surrounded by things that vibrate with where I am now. Without fail this is how my life plays out.

But not everyone can move and shift and give up things the way I have learnt to do. It’s very easy to become attached to our possessions; we allow our things to embody who we are. And in times of great loss, especially loss of loved ones, we cling to places and things that hold the most memories of the person or thing we have lost.

As I once again pack to move and sort through all the material objects that I have once again gathered, I notice how hard it is to emotionally detach from that feeling of security that our homes and possessions give us. Even though I know that it can all easily be replaced that feeling of security and belonging is one that takes a little longer to re-adjust. This is where the love part of the theme comes in. Love of self, love of life and love of change allow us to walk this path of loss a lot easier. We must have faith that what happens to us now is a catalyst for where we can go in our future. Love and let god, I think the saying is. Sometimes it is easy to think that our world is ending, when in reality it is only just beginning. We must loose in order to gain; we must make room in order to bring something else into our lives. A cycle must end before another can begin, and so on and so on.

So I thank the lessons of this year for I see I am coming to an end of a cycle and now only bigger and better things await me. I have grown and now my surroundings must grow as well. My outer must reflect my inner and therefore things that no longer vibrate with me serve me no longer. I am looking forward to new beginnings and excited to see what this new stage in my life has in store for me. I will not cling to any of the negative of this year and I shall only carry with me the lessons and the love.

Yesterday while tuning in to wenditv, our host suggested something that at first sparked a somewhat comical response. What if you could adopt new parents? I myself jumped on the stand up comic band wagon as I have a somewhat challenging relationship with my mother. But after pondering this suggestion for awhile I wonder if this is really such a silly idea. For those of you who do not know wenditv I suggest you give it a look see. Apart from being informative it is immensely entertaining, with a collection of music that has you saying ‘wha the!’ Ms Wendi Friesen is a firecracker! I myself stumbled across her while pursuing my latest teaching modality. Some people collect stamps, some people collect cars, I collect teaching modalities! So check out the show at http://www.stickam.com/wendifriesen.

Now back to the adopt-a-parents. The thought of having a pair of back parents I am sure sounds enticing to most of us, and my head began to spin on how one would actually go about finding these stand in parents. Would we have a reality based show like the Bachelor where a group of parents have to compete for your love and attention? Proving their abilities to love and nurture you through a series of play dates and events? Or would it be more like the apprentice where you could fire the parents that failed you? What would your selection criteria be for the ideal parent anyway? What sort of hopes and dreams would you have for them? This once comical idea was starting to get really complicated. And the more I began to think about how you would go through this process the more I realized there is a reason we are just get given parents. Would I really want to trade in the experiences I have had with my family? Depends what day you catch me on I guess! But having the parents I had has made me who I am today. Sure my childhood was far from ideal, still to this day my mother has no idea what I spent all those years at University for, and she refers to me as the over educated bum of the family, but that is what has moulded me to do better, and to be better. She did better then her mother and I am hoping I am doing better then mine. Guess my children will let me know.

Our parents despite all their faults and floors teach us things no other people on this planted can teach us. We are bonded to them in such a way that often makes these lessons some of the most challenging we will ever have to go through. They build in us a myriad of emotions, feelings and responses. But isn’t that what they are suppose to do? When I sat down to write a list of things I would want in a new more improved parent I couldn’t complete the list. Why? Because it is not my biology that is the problem, it is my psychology. I am who I am because of where I came from, but I can choose who I continue to become, and that has nothing to do with who my parents are.