Healing Story Birth and Death

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This lesson was not a part of my original earth hearers class but in light of my mothers passing I decided it was appreciate to add to the class. I know you will see the lessons I learned in it prepared me for understanding a son and a mothers love just a little deeper. I spent the morning with a small group celebrating the Buddha’s birthday at the stupa, A tradition at Mays full moon celebration and meditation of compassion. As has been the case for the last few months we started our mediation to coincide with the One World Healing so we could connect to the energy of all the Reiki Masters gathered for it. Later in the day would be the Celestine Prayer meeting. What a great day this was going to be. This month’s healing brought me thoughts of compassion and healing for those who wage war and for those who are victims of those who wage war. During my meditation several times I thought about the River of Life and trying to stay in the middle of these two powerful polarized energies so that I could use my balance to send healing energy to both. We finished and spent some time healing each other with group reiki sessions and I left feeling at peace. When we returned to the farm we found that neighbor’s dogs had attacked several of the llamas she is raising. They had killed a beautiful pure white llama and had attacked two others. One who could not stand had dragged itself across the field it´s rearend torn to shreds. The third had escaped with several large bites in its rear legs. I can’t put into words the pain I felt looking at the carnage. We went to work on the one who could not walk, wrapping her in a rug to warm her, while I built a lean to tent to protect her from the rain. It was impossible to move her so we tried to make her as comfortable as possible. I ran energy into her and felt her weeping soul, scared and confused as to why these animals had waged war on her and her family. I told her I was there for her and would do what I could to help her make it though this one way or another. I cry as I write this because I my heart breaks for the tragedies in life and I know there are so many tragedies happening all over the world but tragedies no matter their size, where they are or who they effect, I know do not change the essence that is me at my core. I stay true to my point of conception and find strength in my belief that it is better for me to have an effect on the tragedies than for the tragedies to change who I am. I was deeply affected by the healing meditation I had done at the Buddhist center and I was deeply affected by the anger I felt over this ruthless attack. These two opposites existed in one space and time. As difficult as it was to make sense of them existing side by side, in the same day, I found I could use one against the other to keep me at Zero point, in that place of Quantum Polarity, where I could see that the essence of my strength was the strength of my essence. The me at conception, where the circumstances outside of me could not change the person I saw and felt...

Healing Story #6 Indigo Blue

THE CLIMB up the canyon was steep at times; he envisioned the wall of water the Orator had talked about. He thought he heard in the distance a deep, deep rumbling. High above him was a hanging bridge suspended across the canyon. He daydreamed that someday he would sit with Armun on the bridge to admire the view from above. The rumble grew louder as he climbed. Because the height of the cliffs blocked his view, he could only see a short way ahead. As he rounded a corner the sound became overpowering. He looked up and at the top of the canyon wall, as if coming from the stone itself, he saw it& #8213;the source of the waterfall. He had seen a lot of waterfalls in his time in Costa Rica but nothing had prepared him for this. From what he could see it fell at least 300 feet. Climbing on, he could see the canyon wall one side of the river began to flatten out, and the cliffs over there grew higher. From this side of the river he could see the waterfall, set back as if to hide from view, tucked in a little side canyon. The young man saw a cabin at the river’s edge. Approaching it, he realized that it was only from that place would he be able to see the entire 500 foot waterfall. When he finally stood before it, beholding it in all its glory and with all its power he saw the “Corral De Aqua.” It was bigger then he had imagined. Though it was still a good distance away, he could tell it was massive and he could not wait to get closer. Coming out of the house was clearly Teddy’s brother, Traru, his deep, deep blue eyes looking directly at the young man& #8213;gazing into his eyes as if looking directly into Ziggys soul. “So you have come for my waterfall, I knew you were coming today and I am glad you are here. Come, I must show you around.” The young man felt glad too. However, he could also feel a darkness of the spirits lurking in the corners of his mind, waiting for a sign of weakness. He imagined using sage to smoke them out, as his father use to sage the house, with special attention paid to the corners where he said the evil spirits hid. Traru led him to the river where, standing and looking at the Coral, he said, “For forty years I have protected the Corral. I bought all the land as far as you can see just before the big quake. My beloved country, Chile, has gone though many changes since then and there have been many times I was afraid and wanted to sell and leave, but Ruka, my spirit guide, told me to wait … he would send a new keeper with a vision of the future of the Corral. And today,” he said, looking at the young man “he has done that.” He lifted his arm and with two fingers pointed to the sky, and without looking up, he said, “Ruka has sent us a ‘sign.’ This is going to be a very good day.” The young man’s eyes followed Traru’s arm up past his fingers to the sky and saw, circling just above them...

The Good Times In Ohio

As far back as I can remember, growing up in Ohio left many good memories and very few bad ones, My parents were the average middle class type of parents. My father working on the railroad and my mother being a stay at home mom. In the beginning we lived with my grandmother in a multi racial neighborhood. I didn t know the difference between races and played with them all. Eventually this changed but more on that later, much later. My father eventually saved enough money to rent a place of our own. We rented a home in a nice neighborhood that had trees every where and a park where I spent a good time of my life at. I called it a park but to me it was a giant forest that had a river running thru it and a large lake that i fished in many times over. This was a great time in my life as I did most of my growing up here in this area. I joined the cub scouts when I was old enough and learned how to tie different knots, make musical instruments and go camping overnight in the woods with my den. My dog and I would go fishing in the lake that I mentioned earlier and my dog would somehow find my bait and eat it. My fishing became somewhat limited at times due to the darn dog. Soon I was able to become proficient in catching water snakes. They would climb the bushes alongside the rivers and ponds to sun the selves. Quietly I would sneak up on them and grab them behind the head before they able to drop back into the water. I took one home in a bag one time to show my mother but she almost broke the windows from screaming so loud. As you can guess the snake catching ceased very quickly. During the winter we would come down at night and go ice skating on the lake. The lake was marked where the ice was too thin and we had a bon fire going in a 50 gallon drum to keep us warm. The snow in Ohio can be very heavy sometimes and too deep to even walk in as I was not that tall at the time. I remember trying to walk to school one day when the snow was up to my hip. I don t think I ever did make it that day. My dad never did have a car when we lived there as the bus system was the only transportation that we could afford. I often wondered how my dad managed to get thru all of the winters that we lived there. Some how we made it. We didn t leave Ohio until I was sixteen and moved to California. This was a tough transition for me as the area was totally different from Ohio. There were no rivers or lakes to fish in. The up side was no snow in the winter and my dad finally bought a car. This is only the first part of my growing up in Ohio. More will follow in Part 2. Until then you might want to check out my other website about getting ahead in life financially. For more tips go to http://www.MavericksOnly.com