Fire Cleanse

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Driving through a surreal, charred, moonscape; Santa Ana Devil Winds buffet the vehicle around, the billowing smoke and blowing sand make it difficult to see. Familiar barns seared to the ground, burned-out buildings with just a few remaining skeletal walls stand like haunted sentinels to a war that levels the landscape grey, desolate and foreboding. This fire is unlike any other I have ever seen in all my decades living in Southern California…

 It is recorded when Spaniards came to California, the indigenous peoples kept the landscape ablaze in controlled burns (known as Traditional Environmental Knowledge). Much like a cold or flu keeps the body clear of deeper and more complex health issues. By burning dross, the land was kept in balance by the original peoples that lived eons in harmonium with their nurturer. Will we ever return to such mindful knowing living in the land modern man stole?

The micro reflects the macro.

Fast forward a short few hundred years, suppressive means by a well meaning, yet unknowing race, and fires rage of epic proportion, something never before witnessed in decades of living in one place – till this present moment.

Economic divides, ideal divides, all incinerate to ash as unprecedented fires annihilate, without seeming reason, prejudice nor conscious; discrepancy seeking balance via a fiery cleanse. The Devil Winds whipping erratic tornadoes of flame, vortexes of hell, we really need no tales of evil or good, we have always held the power in our own hands, misguided as it is, when we neglect the whole and wisdom of ancients.

Evacuations common place, life spared, but the stress of the “condition” is inescapable. Grateful to the gifts homeopathy offers, to ease the stress, trauma, breathing issues, burns and more. But this is not a life sustaining mode. Officials tell us this will be the new norm. All ready there is talk of home insurance rates rising – because the cost of living here isn’t high enough.

Whether the cause is narrowed down to homeless trying to keep warm, fogged actions of those addicted, a car crash, downed power lines or whatever human folly bears the finger of blame, the results end in the same obliterating, seething fire storm. In many instances, there isn’t even time to run. It bears repeating, this is not a life sustaining mode.

Firefighters often run out of water, or the winds are so fierce, the water vaporizes, the fire rages on. When these scenes play out, it is reminiscent of some cases people bring you after all caustic allopathic means exhaust, and our most beloved remedies cannot do their magic, because there is no more vital force, singed by caustic drugs, leaving unchecked miasms to complete their task. The feeling of impotence noted, this is not a life sustaining mode.

The battered carry on, firefighters and civilians alike; weary, carried by the grace of others, in so many ways; whether mass shootings, killer flood or fire, officials tell us “this is the new norm”. Bullshit.

If modern man’s suppressive ways are really working, we should not be told to expect this to be the new norm. Many shortsighted decisions led masses of humanity to this grievous place. Whether it be “preventative care” that blooms to life epic health crisis leaving many cowering to be without “health insurance”, wars on “whatever the named evil is” that lead to hometown shootings in churches and concerts, covering the natural world in concrete corsets’ so the land can no longer breathe to Her wisdom, humanity needs to take great pause from its so called “knowledge”. Please let it be high time for folks to grow into a place a wider viewpoint, to implement the wisdom of Original peoples, acknowledging their land we stole, and set aside our pinhole, self serving perceptions that got us here. No one implementing suppressive means with such devastating results has any right to tell others what life will be, at least get out of the way and allow beings with greater respect for the whole a shot. As a collective, we owe life that much.

Rebuild, with greater consideration for the land, all She needs to sustain, each other and the flora and fauna involved. It is possible when the micro and macro sync, rooting deeply into Earth’s ancient ways entwined like a roots of a tree, branches ascending to all knowing celestial heights.  This may just reflect back a more tranquil scenario, rather than our inflammatory, war-driven mentality these inferno scenes of destruction mirror.

Future generations deserve that much. In fact, we owe it to them.

The Thomas fire is not expected to be contained till after the New Year. I have come to believe containment means it just burned itself out. This fire will most likely burn well over a month and displace many.

Equine Guided Healing – Gift of Being in the Moment

 

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Animal lovers have long known the healing power of animals. Their ability to love unconditionally and be fully present in the moment disables human defenses, melts and opens the heart, erasing the cares of modern life. They are the most phenomenal healers as they do not color their work with ego or agenda and have the ability to bring us back to a very pure and child-like state of being.

Shortcomings of the Spoken Word

Putting silent, sacred connections into words is difficult as language and the human intellect are not yet calibrated to do so effectively. The second stumbling block, words are symbols for things and experiences. Each individual will hear what is said and skew the information according to their life experience. A well intended conversation can take a wrong turn from there.

Welcome Equine Guided Healing

The horse serves as a guide to the ancient rhythm of the earth that man once had access to, as nomads roamed with large, matriarchal herds. Because of the horse, that wisdom and reverence for life contained within that era now has a chance to seep to new generations.

Restoring Energetic Courtesy

In doing healing work, it is customary to obtain the souls permission before proceeding. The same applies to the horse, or any being, when restoring this context. It brings people back to a place of non-verbal, energetic consideration, giving horse and human a chance to open the relationship with respect for the talents and limits of both parties. A gift at times, found lacking in the equestrian and modern world, as the will of the ego dictates more often than courtesy.

As an example, upon entering the horses’ stall space, one should extend a silent intent to connect with the animal. If the animal greets one, the invitation is open to enter the stall. Elementary, but often overlooked, much as one would seek permission to enter the home of another human being.

The same applies when entering the animal’s personal space. We all have had those folks that for whatever reason “get in our face” to exchange conversation. One takes a step back, they step in closer. The basic respect of boundaries and personal space, that invisible bubble around you (your energy field) has been defiled and the person doing so has no clue. The very foundation that makes this work so profound is that it will re-establish pure, subtle energetic connections that will make life appear to move magically; and all it boils down to is respecting and acknowledging the state of an individuals’ energy field.  In today’s fast paced society, this common courtesy and silent knowing, is often lost in the haste of modern life.

Restoring Security in an Uncertain World

When one secures an open-hearted, sincere connection with the horse, the foundation is laid via energetic courtesy. This energetic courtesy condenses down to either side voicing concern if ones’ safety or security is sensed to be compromised. While it sounds easy enough, many people have difficultly articulating their basic needs, let alone what one may perceive as threatening. The fear of ridicule and/or reprisal speaking such a truth may cause many to forgo the gift of integrity, and thus build their image from a false platform that will buckle under the tests of life.

Honoring this simple sentiment will allow the human to hear the prayer in the horse’s heart. When the chatter in the humans’ intellect begins to settle, the human begins to sense the prayer in their own heart that has been silenced in the cacophony of modern information. The prayer is to be honored with all our glories and shortcomings and accepted/loved enough in a sacred space to grow beyond those limits, just as the horse wants. As the human begins to incorporate these steps into their lives, the base and the crown of the energy field begin to function as they were designed to; rooting (Mother Earth) and enlightening (Father Sky) securing and inspiring the individual simultaneously.

The gift of learning to “be” evolves as the voice of ego and agenda dissolves. A new acceptance of oneself and other beings helps pave the way to deeper understanding, compassion and inspiration as individuals gracefully navigate the ebb and flow of life. This grants a new sense of strength and empowerment in most individuals, along with the wisdom to use that sovereignty with prudence. All this thanks to the ascendancy and grace of the horse.

 

 

Equine Guided Healing – Putting Ego and Agenda to Rest

A great disconnect occurred when humans placed themselves above the workings of the universe, putting value in our intellect and contriving, rather than working with the benevolent order of the planet and her treasures. By doing so, humans lost step in the celestial dance of the universe, leaving a legacy of a poisoned environment for future generations to inherit. No other being on this planet does this to its offspring.

Humans are part of the cycles of creation and destruction that this universe is predicated upon. When a human learns to make peace with this duality and not think of themselves above this fact, we almost immediately diffuse the potency of our destructive nature. The energy field becomes rooted in the goodness of Mother Earth, inspired by the omniscience of Father Sky and the heart (the gateway between heaven and earth in Traditional Chinese Medicine) is opened to interpret the will of self, others and the planet with influence that results in the good for all.

Creating a Sacred Space

When working with large herd animals like horses, it is imperative to provide humans a tool to keep themselves safe as they learn the energetic subtleties of timing and movement that makes seasoned horsemanship look like a seamless dance.

This tool is restoring energetic courtesy. Energetic courtesy provides a protected environment (sacred space) where both parties feel free to articulate when sanctuary feels compromised. In Equine Guided Healing, the courtesy is extended to the horse via non-verbal communication and subtle energetic shifts.

The Gifts of an Ego in Balance

The gift your ego brings should be to show you who you are, at any given moment, on any given day. Taking in all the factors that comprise the whole, the environment, the beings involved, the atmosphere; this helps to formulate an inspired course of action that results in the good of all and thereby keeps the ego in check. When this happens, you know who you are (strengths and limitations) and your place in the greater scheme of things. The ego will not have to scream as loud to be acknowledged or attempt to cover some perceived deficiency. As such, as deep sense of well being and being taken care of emanates.

This will change the rhythm of the heartbeats in humans. As the heart opens with the greater goodness, compassion and consideration of love, the horse senses this deep change in the heartbeat and the energy field; thus the horse finds the option of abandoning his wariness of the human predator, putting his trust in humankind.

This is the motivation of having the horse work with us and not for us. A fine distinction often lost in the fervor of ego, agenda and faulty pre-programming humans can suffer from. When the human reaches this point of sincerity, the horse eagerly joins in. A host of exercises can be executed by horse and human without harm, coercion, intimidation or pain, as each is grounded, honored, inspired and loved in the moment beyond seeming expectations and limitations each has been yoked with through the ages.

A simple exercise that opens great awareness for most people is leading the horse from the right side. It is common to lead a horse from the horse’s left side, as most people are right handed. In doing so, the horse is throwing more weight on the right haunch; it can lead to lameness issues in the long run. It is the beginning of an imbalance started by “comfortable” handling. The right side is association with the masculine, the left side with the feminine.

This right-sided dominance causes most people to innately chose working the horse to the left in a ring (working off our right side), stressing certain tissues in the horse more than others. If the person is asked to work off their left-hand side, most find they are so atrophied; they will struggle to find the strength and balance to move the energy of the horse efficiently and with grace in the weak direction. Our natural tendency is to work off our dominant side. Thereby we transfer our imbalance to the horse (this is amplified if the horse is ridden). Most people will need to be told to move the horse in the opposite direction, to keep the animal balanced, but more importantly to begin balancing the human.

Most humans find that working from their left side softens not only their actions, but even how their footsteps connect with the ground. It opens their ability to sense the energy of the horse intuitively without having to “keep on eye on the horse”.  This is important as all predators (like humans) have their eyes facing forward on their faces, focusing hard with both eyes, locks our neck and shoulders, a very “predator” move.

The horse is an animal that is preyed upon (eyes set far apart on their heads, allowing almost a 360 degree field of vision). A hard focused stare sends to the horse a very ancient and disturbing feeling.

Using peripheral vision softens our predatory stance. Learning to “see” with our entire body and energy field connects with the horse much as herd members do. We are learning to work within the ancient hardwiring of the horse when we accomplish this basic shift. The horse willingly dances with us when this simple alteration is incorporated into human behavior.

A New Way to “Be”

In this open and mindful state, the human diffuses the ticking bomb of predatory thought. The opportunity arises to acknowledge the chaos and mess that life can be, and with the help of benevolent equines, humans can choose a less compelled path. This gives integrity a voice and more importantly a chance to be heard and acted upon. It helps humans to control and contrive less, be open to the wisdom of the planet and her other beings and provides a window for ancient prudence to grace new generations.

 

Journey to Stillness – Pure Communion with all that Surrounds You

At the close of a session of Equine Guided Healing, it is most common for people to feel at complete ease and peace. Some mention they don’t even know what the feeling is just that it is a very quiet, reflective state. Sad that modern life, for all its conveniences, rips the solid foundation of peace from under our feet.

When this disconnect from the planet and Her life occurs, man is left without the tool of the most ancient language the planet has ever known. The human has just been dis-empowered from the very planet that nurtures all life contained within the blue aura of Her atmosphere.

Must the Show Go On?

This deep peace changes the rhythm of the heartbeat. Animals’ sense when this “true” and peaceful state of being is reached [when subconscious (sacral center), conscious (heart center) and super-conscious (crown center) align – our actions/thoughts/beliefs are congruent]. In teaching others to work with animals from an energetic point of view many people with deep seated respect for other life forms act from this place naturally and the miracles just flow. Others whom have been yoked by chains of expectation will try too hard to put on a “show”. If the domestic creature has found its voice and knows how to use it, they will generally reject this coercion and ill use of will.

A show has a preprogrammed agenda and does not lend itself to the ebb and flow of life, creating consequence and crisis. Man has created many versions of such “shows” as they are predictable, teachable and help to feed the ego. This can also be the reason some “trained” wild creatures go “bad” at times. They need to get back to that ebb and flow, creation and destruction programmed into all life in this universe, humans included. The sooner we make peace with this fact, the better we are able to minimize the damage the inflated ego brings. Working from a place of false, assumed superiority will cause inevitable consequence as the “whole” of a situation is not taken into consideration.

Keeping Ancient Wisdom

As moments unfold in working with creatures there are times when one literally has a chance to stretch physical, mental, emotional and spiritual limits. Some people will cloud this process with the voice and intention of their egos and color what can be or kill a new level of wisdom all together by not allowing integrity to lead the way. Often they want someone or something to be the keeper of their conscious all together. Here is where the human errs greatly as that voice should come from deep within you and not someone or something else. Here is where people will get bucked off, bitten, attacked or some other wake up call. This is where one remembers the ancient wisdom of other races that man does not own the earth and needs to be mindful of his intentions with it and the consequences there of. Intention can be woefully tainted by ego, leading with integrity gives voice to ancient, silent wisdom.

The Power of Love to Neutralize a Multitude of Ills

Anything ones loves to do, that absorbs you, will lead you to a “zero” state. This is where the logical mind is quiet and the only apparent thought is “inspiration” (this happens when the energy field is fully open and functioning). Some find this state with meditation, art, flying, animals; there are many paths to the same end.

It is an absolute state of being present and in the moment, very hard for most people to get to, but it can be addictive once people learn to access the state. There is great peace and silent strength in this state. It is the gift of honoring the past in your life and that of your ancestors, without being yoked or colored by it, accepting yourself and others, not yoking them or yourself with expectations or assumptions. This is the place, where the ego has learned to be at rest. It is loving what is and being at peace with it.

Once the ego, respect and integrity marry and merge with Divine inspiration, limits we have been yoked with since childhood shatter and the world is our own without the need to contrive, coerce and manipulate life to suit our whims. It frees the heart to play all the notes therein, and the wisdom of when to play those notes. We feel and live the holographic interconnection of all the lives we love and touch. It does cause your footsteps to follow in grace and blows all the rules away for the greatest good.

I believe this was an original state of being when people were nomadic, a time when we once recognized our needs satisfied and we reveled in appreciation for it. Life and the planet harmonized, keeping one safe, as awareness increases. When humans are in this state of stillness, we will feel what the land wants, what we want, indeed, what all life wants, because the fray of extraneous noise is silenced, and there is only pure communion with what surrounds you, leading to benevolent honoring of necessities and desires.

This is a state of being where the land can heal you, you heal the land and the glow goes both ways. It is a way of being the spoken word is not yet capable of expressing. When words fail, we are there.

 

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Don’t Stop the Dance

I think back to my youth. Concert going was a big part of it. The energy of the music, performer bouncing back and forth between entertainer and crowd always left one feeling elevated, energized and harmonized with connection. Not once did it enter our young minds that we would be sitting ducks for deranged target practice. It was always an experience of pure unbridled and ecstatic joy.

Fast forward 3 decades later, a new norm, human nature yearns the comfort burying in denial offers, but this never leads to any real change, as the grinding decades show. What once was drive by shootings in gang infested neighborhoods has become a world wide epidemic of our most suppressed, destructive, homicidal, suicidal miasm (generational taint/corruption to the hard drive – if you will)

Just down the street from our home is a county hospital where doctors are sent to hone their skills with gunshot wounds – because in the past, gang members supplied a great deal of study cases. This hospital teaches many war medics what they have gleaned. There is even a name for it “Level 1 Trauma Care”. My how we’ve grown…

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Grieving is an integral counterpart to lasting transformation, taking quiet time, to reflect, fast, cry, mourn. It is rare to find humans that can skillfully listen and cry with you. The common tendency is to deflect, offer Kleenex, or worse yet, chemical management so that after a while more and more chemical management is needed – because the root issue was dismissed in an arrested teenage development state so common in our immature, unweaned world. Grieving is a hard, yet necessary process to greater and more considerate part of the “whole”; not necessarily something to get stuck in, but something to grow through. It feels a sorely lost step to spiritual maturity these days.

I couldn’t help ruminate yesterday afternoon, as I was working with my dearest ponies, how at this juncture in time, a worldwide feeling covers this planet – most likely much like native peoples must have felt when colonial invaders came and slaughtered beasts and man in wanton bloodlust. The senseless piles of bodies left behind to rot, those witnessing wonder how any being act from such wasteful hubris, denying the consequence the whole will eventually bring. I can’t help but think, in the presence of my sacred ponies the world now feels a collective ache, indigenous peoples felt for so long and still patiently wait for reconciliation (perhaps even much like the planet itself).

This world makes many turns to reconcile wounds of old. I am not talking about child like victim-hood, who is wrong, who is right, its time to grow past that.  I am talking about weaned souls that can fess up to the mess, start where we as a race are at, and begin to clean the mess from there. I have always found comfort in the Ho Oponopono prayer, I’m sorry, forgive me, thank you, I love you. This simple prayer helps all sides to see contribution to the greater whole. This is essential to growth as opposed to pinhole human perceptions that keep us stuck in these painful and fruitless cycles.

There is great healing that comes from the mundane chores of daily life, the feeding, the cleaning of space, the most essential building blocks of deep nourishing care of self (not the chemically managed so many are taught to replace deep care with). It really does boil down to finding great joy in the little things that lay the ground work for getting past such “new normals” many officials say will likely continue.

In recent natural disasters we see great outpouring of human deity, many from all walks of life and means doing what they can to restore balance in a very ailing and struggling planet. I believe this is a great starting point, a boomerang so to speak, to begin changing the tide of what officials want us to believe will become our new norm. All life deserves better and I do hope all reading this will see the unintended consequence that is growing amongst caring beings, while governments too often incite the masses, corral them and especially in America, dumb humans down with poisoned food and drugs. Growing past such need of self sabotage and arrested development are crucial to changing the tide the world is now swimming through. Cleaning up self, environment and minimizing damage – as much as humanly possible, beats the pointing of fingers that only feeds the monster and does nothing to bring solace to future generations. It is time to stop being that childish and self centered, and yes this is part of very addicted behavior as well.

Witnessing the outpouring of human deity after man made and natural disasters, I know most people do not wish our race continues this downward spiral. God only knows many of us have witnessed enough with what creatures endure at our hubris, its time we treated all life, including self, with reverence that life deserves. I can’t help but think our grieving process would be very different if we lived this, rather than just speak it. There is a difference and all creatures know it, except too many two-leggeds, high time to put action to what our words are.

Ancient cultures like the Inca built astounding mountain top sanctuaries. Water still flows there thousands of years later, so in-tune with their elements these human deities were. After a few hurricanes, our modern ways cannot compare. We need these peoples wisdom more than ever.

I have always found great solace in writings of old. Part of me seems to always say a prayer of thanks for the writers of old that put their gold to script, so some of us can confirm our soul knowings.

The ancient rituals of ceremony, music and dance, I never want to see this die. Ancient cultures knew the value of these timeless acts of community. I believe dancing feet make Mother Earth as happy as the tickle of large roaming herds. She is a benevolent Mother that way. A bit of gratitude goes such a long way, the masses She supports endless.

I still listen to DJ Uncle Joe on the radio (yes I am old). I have been listening to him since Jr. High. The man is plethora of classic rock history, plus – you can’t beat those tunes – there is something about the music of our youth…

In the wake of the shooting in Las Vegas, I couldn’t help but think Mr. Petty’s heart attack was related. To have come off such triumphant tour, a career spanning 40 years in a business that is tough to stay alive in and let’s face it – we equate concerts with youth, fun, dance and celebration – the weight that is coming down on this entire industry is new territory.

I know that music, like this planet does not stop. Neither can you keep feet from dancing. The whole process will morph, as life always does. From my own thwarted birth and strange life I know a way will always be made. I hope people really learn to ease up on their manipulations and trust life. The process of being flows so much more peaceably when we do so. We can be mature, weaned beings; it is so much safer than being drugged up, chemically managed puppets – making too much scared noise like too many so called leaders.

I have been incredibly blessed with audacious wild beings and domestics that instilled in me knowing my place in life and to trust life. Such weaned action shows faith in Creator and is not lip-service so often encountered in this world. Experience is key and as timeless as music and dance.

Like many of favorite old songs, you don’t stop the dance, you can’t stop the dance, you won’t stop the dance. The planet, She is benevolent that way, in this I have peace.

 

 

 

 

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Does she remember a time, when her feet walked in grace, dancing in tune with the planets and stars? Her body cleansing in time with the moon, not a curse as dogma instills, rather a refinement to honor the miracle of life she carries, nurtures and bears.

Healing waters, fertile soils and plants whispered their gifts to her during this time; Her time for introspection, contemplation, deeper communion with the Great Mother and mystery that sustains. Her body did not know the pains our bodies now know. The planet was pure/honored and Her gifts not exploited, unburdened by toxins and not muzzled by faulty dogmatic programming. She was free to own and employ her endowed emotional intelligence and intuition, knowing plants that called healing to ailing bodies. Not a witch, not harmed for following Her knowing. Later indoctrinations would seek to harness and restrain the potency of this beautifully divine creature…we slowly crawl back to our completeness.

Does she remember the day her body changed forever? The initiations to adulthood begun, the carefree innocence that should be childhood fades. Bodies now entering this state earlier and earlier, as estrogen mimicking toxins fill the earth.

One senses the change in young ladies early on. The day the “forgetting of self” hormone (estrogen sometimes referred to as the “doormat” hormone) begins its mutations. In an environment flooded with xeno-estrogens changes affect not only the course of women’s bodies and lives, but that of mans as well, we will never really know the full extent tampering with such subtle glandular systems bring.

Does she remember a time when her yet to be born child would sing to her? When the child in spirit would tell her of the divine male that would bring this life about? Can she remember a time when only joy preceded such a moment and not the fear that now clouds the future of beings born? What a miracle to be conceived in a state of wanting, joyful anticipation, without a hint of fear, dread or possibly rejection from either parent? Can you imagine the fortitude this embeds the child?

The babe had a voice before conception, the babe initiates cleansing of the mothers body. The purging of toxins inspires a clean vessel for growth (morning sickness). The babe was given consideration, all blessed mid-wives know, the babe picks the day of its birth. A gift now denied to many a babes, cesareans, whether for convenience or necessity deny the babe the birthright of being flooded with the protective flora needed to grow strong and the struggle down the birth canal preparing one for life’s trials. How early on modern convenience robs our fortitude, most have no clue.

Some babes’ harvested, hearts beating, from the womb, for research, body parts – a race called human exculpates with “reason”. Someone somewhere needs such research to “live”…

Does She remember a time, should the babe survive modern hurdles, when simple food was nourishing and life giving. Satisfying the need of growing bodies, not hijacked at the most cellular level by genetic and chemical means, which lead to premature illness and death.

She that buries her babes, whether 2 legged, or other beings nurtured, has faced Her worst fear. She was given no choice but to be fierce and strong.

She has won the fortitude and grace to blossom to maturity those broken by addiction, war and other modern worldly ills. She can take the broken pieces of earths children and grow them into knowing, weaned beings…strange the winged, scaled, four-footed take to this gift more so than the 2 legged.

This is the world we made. This is the soundness She breeds and nurtures. There is nothing left to fear. She is the Great Mother.

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiries About Writing

First off, I want to welcome new readers. It’s been a little over a year and a half since I set up the website; it is a place to share experience and original healing. I enjoy your thoughts and comments. Aside from folks wanting to know more about original healing methods, surprising to me, there are quite a few inquiries about tips on writing. So here is a bit how I came about spinning the stories I write about.

Professionally, years ago, I designed and taught the “Horse Course” at Los Angeles Harbor College. I have studied several variations of the Bowen Technique, several forms of Energy Work, herbs, flower essences, essential oils and most dear to my heart, homeopathy. Much of this life experience is shared here.

 I write to purge thoughts/life experience, for myself, this is extremely healing. Some folks find usefulness in my writing, the homeopathic community in particular. You all have been a life saver in more ways than you know! We homeopaths get to study the essence of mineral, plant, animal, pathogens on an energetic level, this leads to something quite wonderful and inexplicable many outside this art will never fully appreciate. The unending study of miasmic influence gives us insight into hidden human tendencies equally buried. You all get this and have encouraged my expression. Deepest thanks.

Timeless storytelling shares experience that resonates. I spend much time in the presence of Nature and creatures, a very un-compensated state compared to most humans. I have odd expressions as ancient, silent communication is difficult to translate into limited human words, let alone the human race pin-hole perception/understanding/interpretation.

I tend to write in convoluted sentence structure. This is deliberate, to slow the reader down, as are odd words, sometimes taken as mistakes. I call these “refractors”, they are very intentional and carefully selected to slow the reader down, perhaps even stop you, break the flow and cause your knowing to grow in directions not considered. These can open the energy field (I consider the mind/energy field the same thing – different from the intellect) to greater wisdom. In this way, words can be used as a homeopathic remedy, causing a disturbance, leading to prudence of thought and action. If one is sensitive enough, you can sense/see the refraction bouncing through the energy field. This is something the creatures taught me. I don’t know how else to explain it.

This concept came from countless healing consults with clients (domestic/wildlife and human) on their homeopathic healing journeys. Before this phase of my life, the idea of “refractors” came from rehabilitating so called “problem horses”, most of which suffered body pain and were in desperate need of working new thought and body movement patterns, shifting away from our pre-programmed, linear thought and robotic/reactive action.

The results are eloquence in perception and movement, for both man and beast, as the thought process and the body are liberated to explore new circular circuitry venues, free of compensation, restoring motion, settling in peaceful mental/emotional capacity.

My private newsletter provides updates to new posts, workshops, etc. You can send contact info to admin@walkswithponies.com if interested. Thank you for stopping by! Renate

 

 

Creating Cancer – Creativity Killed by the Cancer Miasm  

For educational purpose only, consult with your health practitioner.

 Cancer – the word alone for us humans can impart a very terrified and gloomy outlook, but should that word be given such power?

This blog will examine the mental/emotional aspects that feed cancer. This angle of treating cancer is often neglected in conventional treatments (as is proper nutrition/lifestyle), treating the body as if it’s a machine (an aspect of the cancer miasm). Acknowledging this feature is hugely important to set the being free of this created stockade.

Most homeopaths recognize 5 main miasms (taints left over by diseases thought to be cured by modern means), though many more exist. They are Psora (itch – lack of reaction/Mother of all disease), Sycotic (Medorhium – excessive reaction), Syphilitic (Syphilis – destructive reaction), Tubercular (Changeable/restless reaction), all these miasms are thought by some homeopaths to converge into the cancer maism (creativity killed, the life unlived). The excessive and secretive ways of the sycotic miasm coupled the destructive aspects of the syphilitic miasms combine to exploit those who exhibit the servitude facets of the tubercular and cancer miasms. This is a very condensed version of concepts that have extensive ramifications and takes years to wrap ones’ tiny mind around.

Hahnemann became aware of miasms as an obstacle to cure refining his gift of homeopathy. To me, miasms seem a refinement from the Algonquin peoples concept of wetiko, a stain in the thought process, which takes on viral-like qualities, causing a being to forget its place among the “whole”, this lack of consideration manifests in action that mistakes harm for good.

 

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As a base reference point, get lost in the wonder of the 30 trillion cells in the human body, orchestrating symbiosis, working in harmony, regulating proliferation, in co-operation with cells close by, digestion, immune system, lymph, blood and more keeping the body balanced, informed and functioning – the miracle of life we take for granted every moment, of everyday – till illness pauses our oblivion to the preciousness of life and its innate, orchestrated harmony.

Enter the corrupt signal, it is holographic, spanning generations, certain cells fail to heed the call for symbiosis of the whole, following instead, their own un-fulfilled scheme. They travel the body, escaping controls of tuned immune system. Metastasis, cellular chaos and possibly death ensues as cellular die off suffocates a clogged, stagnant, toxic and unexpressed system.

The seeds planted long ago, generations of over-anxious, over-bearing and over-protective parents/grandparents inflicting upon the child their strict and structured angst, seizing from the child the ability to adapt gracefully with naturally occurring change.

An un-natural conditioning occurs in the child, especially that of suppressing emotions/expression; ignoring feelings, responding in mechanized, detached manner, withdrawing into feelings of helplessness, hopelessness, guilt – a feeling that what the little one is faced with is too daunting to undertake (often found in alcoholic/addictive dynamics), perfection implied as the highest standard, yet it is neither practical, reachable, nor is it sensible in our human foible form. Making peace with our human flaws and learning to love that aspect of self will go far in mitigating damage rather than ego facades, ignoring or denial.

Modern medical prophylactic means exploit this need to show “perfection” on a physical level, suppressive anti-biotics, steroids, vaccines, etc., hush the bodies’ response to internal conflict – don’t show a symptom, not a sniffle, cough, skin eruption, etc. Put on the brave face and pretend nothing is wrong. The problem is the body cannot lie, it goes deeper, stuffed. The implied standard of perfection, eludes, but is strived for just the same, at great expense to mind, body and soul. The body creates lumps, tumors, cancers to cope, it is a survival mechanism.

From the compensated states of withdrawal and an unrealistic image of “perfection”, one observes these beings slipping further and further into a state of “inability to self advocate”. A silent suffering that broods, a throat center so blocked, they often have nothing to say, even when enduring unbearable loads, teeth grinding is not uncommon – wearing away at the bodies stoutest tissue, clamped unable to say shit, even with a mouth full of it.

If this state isn’t/cannot be liberated the survival instinct morphs into the delusion of martyrdom, an illusion society and dogma often erroneously elevate to some sort of holy standard to endure. This state is greatly exploited by many in our self-centered world, creating an individual ripe for silenced abuse.

What we know as the Cancer Miasm in homeopathy is fed on so many levels, it will be a very difficult entity to “cure”, without addressing such subterranean concepts society uplifts. These deeply imbedded miasmic patterns of operation (wetiko) are so hidden, they seem “normal”. They cause harm to be mistaken for good.

This delusion of martyrdom and inability to express kills creativity, the very thing this glorious planet called us into existence for. This concept has huge ramifications as we will see. Cancer is the life unlived.

Homeopathy is the only modality to my knowledge, which studies disease history. It recognizes diseased states as one would know a person, each having personality, traits, ways of movement, and more. In homeopathy we know modern medicine has not healed certain diseases of the past, it merely changed their expression, from the physical manifestation to deeper mental and emotional signatures (this is why the rise in anti-depressant drugs and their suicidal side-effects).

For this reason, homeopaths understand named diseases of old have not been eradicated, and when they resurface (or are re-named), they do so with a vengeance, evading “cures” that were previously thought fool proof, because the miasmic taint was never addressed, lifted, reconciled. It was just told to shut up in a shell of alleviating symptoms at the expense of the mental and emotional well being – this is the definition of suppression by homeopathic standards.

Certain physical traits will also be a tell. When “proving” nosodes (a remedy made of diseased tissue) a picture develops of the disease characteristics, much like a person, themes, traits, expressions and more all part of the picture (patterns of disease expression). Everything discussed in these pages is but a mere wisp to all considered in the dynamic expression of any disease, so faceted and complex are the variations from being to being.

Detailed case taking allows the homeopath to explore the constitutional remedy of a being, and more importantly the driving miasm that the correct remedy, and possibly an intercurrent nosode remedy will resolve, an art many have spent a great deal of time, effort and means to master. It is nano-medicine, we are listening to very detailed individual manifestation/expression. The body is doing an amazing attempt to survive, liberating these “soul stuck states”, allows a being to thrive.

Killed Creativity and the Life Unlived

 I have been blessed with an odd ability to astutely observe wildlife areas in many places surrounding Los Angeles for decades (LA is rich in micro-climates, marshes, canyons, mountains, deserts). These places also have generations of wildlife that have been released after rehabbing, on occasion, visits from these little creatures give great pleasure as well as insights to the health of soil, flora and fauna. Just like our bodies, the environment cannot lie, one reflects the other.

At one time, vast expanses of marshland covered coastal regions of Southern California, from Ballona Creek down past Huntington Beach. These acted like a soothing buffer and filter for our varied landscape, beach, to marsh, to inland valleys, canyons, mountains and finally deserts. Now covered in concrete suburbia, the economy of the land has changed in the decades since I have lived here. Desert-like landscaping, now common in “drought friendly” gardens give the summer heat a convection-like oven feel. Such are the follies of “progress” when we don’t recall/honor the original blueprint.

The area where my horses are kept neighbors a reservoir. At one time, native grasses, herbs and shrubs grew. These provided a great deal of food for migratory creatures as well as the locals. Unknown at the time, it had a wonderful cooling effect when summer temperatures made the canyon sizzle, thanks to this lush growth.

In recent years, cities and public/private entities began to spray large areas with Roundup (glyphosate) so that later when fire season starts, weed abatement is not necessary. This has resulted in vast areas of “dead zones” as year after year, the glyphosate is sprayed, killing natures attempt at creation.

Interesting to note, if only used once, a very distinct growth pattern follows of healing plants that restore the land. Generally one sturdy plant, seen in a monochromatic way, grows in abundance, beginning to heal the land (much like after fires). Also of note – animals do not live on this land while the plants to do their healing, nor do they eat these plants or their seeds.

In years that follow, more plants join the healing process. The plants vary from micro- climate to micro-climate. It is a process only they know. Depending on the strength of the soil, it can take  4  to 6 years for seasonally varied, full foliage to return, as it  does, so does the animal life. Some organic farming practices have variations of this “crop rotation” to clear land sprayed with glyphosate, the crop is destroyed till tests show the land “cleared” of this poison. If the land is continually sprayed dead zones and super weeds emerge.

Glyphosate’s use causes plants to wither and dry, it is a desiccant (it is also used to “dry” certain food crops). In addition, this substance disrupts the soils ability to function as a living organism, killing off its “friendly bacteria” (likewise killing good gut bacteria). Glyphosate disables a beings’ cellular pathways to uptake minerals – soil, plants, animals and humans. Everything up the food chain, from the soil on, will equally be affected by malnutrition. As glyphosate kills good bacteria in the soil and inhibits uptake of needed minerals, it does so in the bodies that consume this poison, compounding damage as up the food chain it goes.

Its prevalent use in food production has been wreaking havoc – particularly livestock, forced to eat this tainted fodder. Many of us spending decades in the animal related industries have noted a flood of health issues, endocrine imbalances, digestive issues, kidney malfunction and much more; this was not seen prior to the introduction of GMO/glyphosate feeds. The dominos are now starting to fall for humans; we are up the food chain and health is failing fast.

The once wild area around the reservoir no longer supports the life it once could. The ground is dry, hard and dead. The atmosphere in the canyon changed, the once cool and damp haven, fed by seasonal watershed, turned extra dry with drought and the deadening effects of glyphosate. The atmosphere burns, it has the same feel as vast areas burned by wildfires, only difference, this one is chemically induced. One no longer sees the amount of wildlife I saw in my youth.

Animals suffer, initially the ground dwellers. Mice, gophers, lizards no longer gestate nor lay eggs normally (when livestock was first fed GMO feeds, attending veterinarians noted reproduction abnormalities), if the babes do make it full term, they lacked the ability to nurse/eat and are abandoned by their mothers.

While many may think it’s great that both weeds and vermin get wiped out, year after year of spraying, the predators up the food chain die off as well. We are up the food chain and suffering the same fate, whether we have the where-with-all to admit it is another matter altogether. Human hubris does not alleviate us from consequence, what we do to the web, we do to ourselves.

These babes are abandoned in places I wander, to see, to record, so hopefully my kind wakes. I write, so such experiences come to light. While many will label such recordings as “negative”, my hope is to inspire a visceral fortitude and stop feeding this wide spread and mistaken for normal cancer miasm. Humans so selectively suppress that which should be made known, especially where creatures are concerned. We have developed our mechanized and justifiable hubris at the expense of future generations and possibly the planet. Its time to recalibrate back into the balanced knowing of creation and destruction of this planet, by recognizing our wetiko/miasmic ways, Nature is always more than willing to show us, if we listen on a level we are not comfortable with.

Glyphosate has been proven highly toxic. It is the partner to genetically modified organisms (GMO’s), food grown under such “created means of laboratory perfection” has repercussions that are unfolding in generations since its inception. The results are a devastating cascade of ill health – kidney failure, cancers, endocrine issues and more. These were first noted by many of us working with animals years ago, now, this created holocaust, affects human health. No need to wonder why the only “business” left in America is block after block of medical buildings and hospitals. For those with eyes open, it makes terrifying yet perfect sense.

This GMO/glyphosate combo is found in commonly eaten foods, wheat, soy, corn, alfalfa, cotton, sugar beets, canola and more. These are main ingredients in most processed foods eaten. High fructose corn syrup (GMO) is in most foods (even pet foods). This GMO’d, highly addictive, cheap energy additive adds an extra spark to feeding cancer. Cancer loves sugar – sugar is one of the most addictive substances on earth and one of the toughest for people to take off the menu, so addicting is its allure. We have no idea the depths to which addiction lurks.

A host of agricultural chemicals and other modern chemical wonders are xeno-estrogens (estrogen mimicking compounds). Coupled with Bovine growth hormone, in dairy that is non-organic, and you have induced, accelerated hormonal chaos – including spurring the growth of cancers. In another blog we will go into more detail on this abused hormone.

While many applaud modern agricultural means as a savior to an ever growing human populace, the truth is this hoaxed miracle is an epic disaster in disguise. School children are being indoctrinated with the wonders of chemical manipulations of the food supply. In countries with massive populations, more ancient ways of farming the land feeds the populace well, without the chemically/genetically induced ills this country is seeing. These countries have done so for eons. The land has not failed us. There is enough for everyone’s needs. Tons of food are plowed under or dumped daily for a host of price manipulative reasons. Selective greed starves our kin.

In his book “Homeopathy for Farm and Garden” Viakunthanath Das Kaviraj describes fruits and vegetables grown by chemical farming means as “obese”. In other words, the fruit/vegetables are large; pleasing to the eye, yet lack vital nutrients found in organically grown produce. He notes how this is reflected in the bodies that consume such lovely, yet lacking in depth fodder. The same can be seen in horses, most owners are not happy unless the animals show a bit of fat. Inflammation would be a more apt description, and it is mistaken for brawn, from an individual level all the way through to politics; this topic to be explored in depth in another blog as well, for now dwell on how our eyes have been conditioned to false fortitude and how this refracts from the micro to the macro.

Bought government safeguards failed to stop skewed research regarding GMO’s/glyphosate and much like cancer cells eluding the immune systems response, the poison willfully slipped into the food supply. Calls for labeling go unheeded, and laws like TTP (and soon to be TTIP), which the people get no vote on, pass giving Monsanto, the parent company of Agent Orange and this monopolized poisoned food free rein to infect the world, while a chemically sauced public argues over which terrifying and inadequate political puppet will take over; quite a world our miasmic/wetiko ways manifest..

The cruelest irony of all – seeing families stricken by cancer spraying glyphosate all over their yards, we just don’t get it. It most certainly has a feel of a holocaust most are more than willing to sign up for, time to wake from this addicted, catatonic dance, in hopes of owning our power with more grace.

 Back to Balance

If one were to list all modern endocrine disruptors and toxins, we would be left in further overwhelm. The same overwhelm that trips the cancer miasm into shut down. For the sake of consideration, we have a toxic food supply, Fukushima is still spewing, Electro Magnetic Fields, Microwave towers (cellphones/wifi – these items cross the blood/brain barrier like our most addictive drugs), tainted water, atmospheric pollutants, toxic medications that do nothing to address deficiencies, work place stress and economic stress, the list goes on and on. Instead of getting bogged down by our material/egotistic needs, let’s conclude by resting in the miracle we started with.

Thirty Trillion of your cells are working in harmony to keep you alive, every second, of everyday – with out fail. While you sleep, while you eat, while you cry, while you laugh, while you heal, while you love, do spend a great deal of time on that last one – things we love – yourself should top the list, not narcissism, rather self-respect that includes limiting poisons ingested (mind and body).

When I had my bout with cancer in 2005, it came on the heels of my brothers’ death. If I could put my finger on one thing that was really troubling me at the time was/is human ability to take for granted and destroy life. Open land, wild creatures, domestic creatures and ourselves.

I once rode many a troubled steed for clients. I quickly deduced the steed was never the problem, the human was. A horse learns instantly when conditions are right, there is no need to weigh/burden their spine with endless drilling. This means no human hubris. I could see I was putting many a steed in harms way by teaching them such lightness, while their humans chose the lazy comfort of embedded, harsh (though they never saw themselves as such) conditioning, preferring to blaming this or that, rather than re-educating/liberating wetiko/miasmic ways.

I also knew this dead and harsh place most people treat themselves and their creatures from, is the root of many beings painful body issues. I had long suspected we should not be doing with horses what we do, nor “living” as we do. A noble beast, years ago sealed this lesson for me. The deeper I got into learning various forms of body and energy work, homeopathy – the brighter this truth shown.

This beast told me on day one his owners would kill him. I along with an extensive team was hired to do all we could to save him. After our first session the trainer raved “he never traveled so well!” Despite my warnings of his tissue healing, the grinding tyrant of ego bore on, in a short while he was killed for insurance money. A conversation followed with the owner I hope to never have to repeat. She put on a darn good show, and that’s all it was.

 

Communion from this horse still burns in my ears when certain cases take a turn for human hubris. That day freed me to put more weight into insights from the creatures than their humans. Most humans are not in a place where they can hear what needs to be said. We are too wetiko, too miasmic, too unwilling to address the very core issues we should, our own shadows, make peace with them, own them and you mitigate the damage. Deny them and they swallow you whole and all you touch.

I promised his soul, I would never pretend to be doing “good” (in the eyes of human conditioning) while not honoring a beings true plight. Some people love me for this, others shy away. Either way, it opens a pathway for richer and less miasmic/wetiko communication. I thrive for this.

Being true to myself and those I serve (who often don’t have a voice most can hear), is the most healing thing I can do, for me and for all beings in my hologram. This leads to the life one needs to live, releasing you from the life others expect for their own devices. A gift all beings should have a right to, one many humans don’t want.

Wild creatures exude this “trueness”. The raccoons, my Piskies endowed this to me. Wild creatures that are releasable have an unparalleled vital force and fire. There is a point where they need to go back to the wild. No hard feelings, it’s just the life they need to live. The role of intercessor complete, their calling beckons, and they have no angst heeding it. They are such wonder to bask in, so complete, so knowing, so free of chicken shit fear humans compensate from.

Those non-releasable retain a child-like dependence. Their fire is not quite as complete. With the increasing toxin load and urbanization, their vital force is not what it use to be. They are weaker, the glyphosate run-off and wind blown GMO have left their mark. Nothing is what it was. The invisible, civilized cage of life unlived permeates, wetiko manifested.

Most all the re-habbed wild creatures that have been non-releasable die of some sort of cancer, despite clean, organic diets and imitating wild tendencies. Can anything be more exemplifying of the life unlived – no matter how enticing it’s packaged?

This is why I told the Piskies the best I could offer them was a piss poor imitation of a life they decided they had not the fortitude for, that fateful day when Shreky climbed my old dog Murphy and I – something they were never allowed to do. I raised them to be “wild”, not pets. The attempt at release, on the  4th day – I checked in on them, they clearly told me how compromised their thwarted start was and we were to partner. I am still awestruck with the education they left me to unravel.

Wild creatures, when given a choice will always choose non-GMO feed. I try to get the cleanest, organic food sources possible and am lucky enough to grow a good deal of my own food and healing herbs. I am sure this gave these two precious babies more life than they would have had without. Something to heed, so many youngsters (creature and human) are fed modified foods at great consequence. One sees younger and younger beings suffering diseases once belonging to aged beings and most don’t put the pieces of the puzzle together, it certainly does have the feel of a holocaust many are so addicted to and afraid to wake from.

Diet is key to health. Modern foods are loaded with addictive chemicals (including potent, genetically modified sweeteners/neurotoxins) many people have not the ability to walk away from. These foods may seem necessary to humans competing in a mechanized world. Stop fooling yourself. We are flesh and blood, spirit and soul; we need a deeper nourishing this planet provides.

Many diets exist that have very positive effects on cancers, Macrobiotic, Gerson, Metabolic Typing diet to name a few. Old turn of the century homeopathic doctors (whose wisdom passed down in old books I adore) noted increases of cancers with industrialization, stress, vaccines, meat consumption and other factors. In these stressed economic times and population increases, these factors come into play more than ever. The more plant based the diet, the less stress on already sedate and stressed organs that modern life tender. Animals raised for consumption live horrific, confined, pumped with hormones, vaccines and meds to make it slaughter weight lives, does one really need to consume such misery? At such consequence?

I think it prudent to take into consideration a persons constitutional remedy, its food likes and aversions to best suit the individual. There is no one size fits all diet. We are too diverse and some people cause grave harm to their bodies with fanaticized diets. We do this to our animal friends as well. Well intentioned perhaps, short sighted of a beings evolutionary means, often.

The Magical knowing of children cut early on, generational disconnects. So young, so labeled and doped. The addiction has been given a medical green light and start. Addict them early to prescribed meds with chemical signatures similar to the most narcotic street drugs, to hate, their own bodies, their own brothers and sisters. Divide and condition to institutionalized droned perfection.

These babes yearn to re-wild. To play in the dirt, to eat wild edible herbs, to photosynthesize with the sun, to touch sacred stones, to hear the hawk cry, to feel a horse’s velvety nose, to move their bodies, no matter how old they are. Reconnecting with the land that sustains us is more healing than we know, as is basking in the glow of the sun and the vitamin D it imparts ( so crucial to immune function); time to root fully in the beauty of this sustaining universe.

The hate of self, the disconnect, becomes stuffed, cancerous, the part deemed “not good enough”, the part left unexpressed, unlived. Hahnemann knew the more these growths are cut, without addressing deeper miasmic tendencies that fuels the growths, the more turbulent the growths reaction to the silencing. Those stricken with cancer often cave into doctors ultimatums and fears of family members (unable to self advocate). Disregarding their own inner knowing to live their life unlived.

So many try “alternatives” after the vital force has been drained by harsh surgeries, caustic medications (that destroy the alimentary canal – the very ability to feed oneself), radiation etc.; coming to original healing methods in a last ditch effort to heal. Not realizing the layers of compensating violation and lassitude that now need lifting – if there is still vital force left to heal. Too many times, there is not, heartbreaking to witness.

For myself, I chose not to go to doctors, I wanted no drama of testing or the dynamics humans spin around such “illness”. I found my strength in creatures that came to me for healing and experienced recovery, without the caustic ways conventional means deem necessary. For creatures that did pass, it came later, with greater quality of life. Either way, this choice I wanted for myself. This was not denial; it was a very reflective period of holographic cases, self tendencies and whole lot more. It was a coming into myself that my raccoons, my Piskies, gave me the where with all to claim full force. Our weaknesses owned and liberated gave us more life than we could have alone. Lena always reminded me of this.

Certain specifics will not be listed. People make selective lists and miss the most important thing I wish you take from this. Specifics, diets, herbs are an outward support to a very deep, personal and evoking journey. Homeopathy does something amazing to liberate that freedom, homeostasis within. Every aspect of disease listed in any of my writings is just a wisp to all experience and not recorded. The archives are vast, filled with aches and triumphs too deep to divulge.

In animals that have “cured” their cancers, the relative ease they journey this process with has always left me in awe. They don’t mourn the patterns of illness that got them to the state the way a human will. They seem elated to be free of the set ethereal stockade. A human mourns this part; it seems easier for humans to face a physical death than to have an ideal die, such is the weight of our ego, hubris, megalomania. I wanted for myself what the creatures have given me so freely, so often.

I don’t mean for it to sound like I am picking on humans (though many will take it so), but our very megalomania keeps us in our addicted, wetiko, miasmic ways. We hear the term so often “we are better than that” and no doubt, we can be, yet in healing we need to be met where we are, not where we think we are (that is delusion, a very addictive and destructive thought pattern – so prevalent and condoned in our times), nor where we want to be – for that we don’t yet have the skills. We can exceed our limits only when we own them, our shadows, our glories, free from the encumbrance of ancestral, familial, and societies planned or prophesized expectations.  This is not hubris, it’s owning both ends of the spectrum well and with grace, it’s empowering, it is homeostasis.

The past few years have offered a host of personal great die offs, decades old partnerships of certain clients that have passed, aging family members whose careers end and all that entire dynamic brings with it and many dear lifelong animal friends also transitioned back to spirit. This past May, I had quite a healing crisis, given the gravity of the past 4 years, I was surprised it took so long. After this “illness”, I find myself operating wholly differently. Many things have been taken off my list of what can and cannot be consumed – food, business, obligations and more. I have been liberated to do what needs to be done in this phase of my life.

Some ring out with their “why don’t you get a flu shot”? They miss the whole point, such clearings, especially after heavy grief (affecting lungs) needs to be purged, to clean out old dross and breathe a being into new life patterns. Ancients knew this about childhood diseases, we have forgotten. This gift is given, as the body deems necessary, like the wild seeds that come to heal the land and us – only the body knows. Honor it, these are the purgings that clear so much of the stuffed, clogged and toxic ways we think “normal”, it blossoms the immune system to do its part in keeping you alive and thrived.

This past Feb. 3 my raccoon Shreky passed, the same day my mom passed some 30 + years prior. He survived nearly 2 years after Lena’s passing. These were my babes. My joy, the Piskie Chateau was my fun zone to balance a life work that is getting pretty ludicrous given the “killing of creation” times we are in.

Homeopathy spares one so much medical grief; from our first day together, all the fun in between and finally, at end of their lives, it gave gentle release to their souls. Not euthanasia, just an ease of transition to lives very skillfully, enjoyably and zealously played. I was doula at both ends of their lives – my God what a weighty gift my little bears left me with.

Their Chateau, the garden, our haven still lingers with their feisty, joyful essence. Despite my best efforts to converge our “civilized” and “wild” ways, cancer claimed them both. The life unlived, what was denied? Full term with their real mother? Something not yet known? Or was this the best that could be? We each have are own answer, each is right and each is wrong, such are our human limitations. In the hologram of life, perfection found its moment, trust life; my little bears always knew this.

We don’t need to change the world; even compromised, the Piskies had quite an education to impart. Change wetiko to work with ourselves, not fight ourselves. We don’t need to fight cancer, that’s just a lucrative show. Our bodies are doing an incredible job to keep us going despite incredible odds. Most enduring this disease have given too much of themselves, the last thing they need is to suffer a feeling of falling short to a fight that seems larger than life, because it can be.

Does it kill? Absolutely, as do we – killed creation, that unlived. We are bombarded every day with tragic consequence of all the miasms converging. The kill lines that can’t stop, in slaughter houses, wars, shootings labeled whatever fits the medias propaganda, animal shelters and despite the mass killed creation, still more life comes. No one ever seems to ruminate this (so blind we are) – and our solution is ironically, more killing. Ancients once spoke of rivers teeming with life, skies filled with birds, plains filled with large beasts; there is enough for everyone’s need, just not everyone’s greed. Quite a circle we have made, quite the experiment we are living.

I have changed and streamlined the amount and types of cases I take on anymore. There is great power in just saying “no”. Some only want you in their lives to feed their imbalances, some for whatever reasons, fear deeper healing and the inner soul journey that requires, either way, I am freed to work with those who give autonomy to all my knowing.

I spend copious amounts of time in nature and with creatures, to better hear the whispers of Her healing minerals, plants, creatures and the symbiosis of it. This is the education that keeps me going, human hubris and their calls for culling leave me desolate, I can’t feed that beast anymore, not with the die offs I have seen of late. The land can regenerate and do amazing things, when the right care givers have stewardship. WE don’t OWN land, it should own us.

Those embracing these back to root basics see a wonderful unfolding of Mother Earth gifts. These are shared with neighbors, communities, bartering a way back to economic viability, from land, to self, all the way up to local communities. This is what awakened souls that own both ends of the spectrum can, will and are doing. It is something ancients knew all along, many have been waiting for. This has the ability to restore all the beaurocratic malarkey we are bombarded and yoked with. A dying of corporate owned tyrants that choke humanity with their slick packaged poisons. Disconnect, denial and silence will never mend this ailing cancer miasm, only a deep love and respect of life, self, our planet and the holographic universe that connects us all. Own it and thrive it!

 

Related reading – Listen to the Skin, Vaccinosis/Cancer Connection

RIP Harambe

Our disconnect from each other, let alone Nature, echoed loud and clear once again.

 

Cincinnati Zoo officials shot a silver back gorilla dead after a small child fell into the creatures enclosure. Social media buzzed with opinions. Consequence bleeds via our disconnected, contriving ways.

 

Parents, let alone their children, no longer know respect for the wild. Mesmerized and addicted to cell phones, hardly anyone looks  up at the world around them anymore. Canned reality is all new generations know.

 

Who is wrong, who is right – what does it matter when a humans only answer to our fears and consequence is death and more killing?

 

Social media is powerful tool, as are documentaries that expose our exploitation of wild beings, such as “Blackfish”. Whatever your opinion, an awakening is happening. Such awakenings evoke great fear in most as they expose our exploitative, complacent and chemically numbed out ways, especially if livelihood depends on the “use” of animals.

 

A while back a video was making the rounds on social media – a cat walking on its front legs, seasoned “animal lovers” of all kinds posting remarks – the most remarkable thing was not one noticed this creature had both back legs broken, as a result it was walking on its front paws. When this was pointed out – the funny comments stopped. The sad point of the exchange was many of these folks are considered “experts” in the eyes of the animal world – as humans know it now.

 

So, this beckons the questions – if most “professionals” eyes are so tainted by modern methods, who indeed is qualified to mindfully care for life? Is it going to far to ask for all beings to be treated as “sentient”?

 

This will only strike fear in the heart, if exploitation is at the core of creature relationships. Humans are so adept at lying to themselves – the answer to this question is a crap shoot, and as long as making a living or stroking the ego is involved – the answer will never be in the animals true favor.

 

But lets just say for the sake of broadening the human pinhole perspective such liberation of the human mental cast system is possible and free our selves (if only for a second) from that long held, imposed dogma, that without much suffering we witness (especially in animal husbandry) such “progress” we enjoy in this modern world would not be possible. What if this is all a lie we tell ourselves as truth to maintain a system that needs to die and compost?

 

In re-reading some books written in the late 1800’s, there were many incredible ways of healing, energy and complete ideals that could have served humanity and Natural world with much more grace. They were not implemented, or right out destroyed, so exploitation of the massed could continue. As with most human addictions (what I consider such actions/behaviors) the cost is always too high and not worth it.

 

What if in letting all our pre-programmed bs fade away, a whole new reality emerges? One more connected and respectful of the beautiful planet that still sustains us – despite our squandering human ways?

 

What if in letting go of our need to control, exploit and contrive, we find the home we never should have left? It might be that we would all  have our own “cavalia” and no need for “shows of caring” anymore. I wish more people entertained this thought – rather than fear of losing the phony reality most hold as gospel, thinking its the best that can be done.

 

I think Koko the gorilla says it best in the video…if she knows – as does much of the rest of the wild world – when will we?

 

http://www.koko.org/node/2195

Acquit

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That part of us caged and contrived.

That part of us, compensated – that forgot how to be really free and wild, denying this luxury to all we touch.

That part of us we were taught to fear and never fully own. Till its expression comes out all wrong – backfired, tainted, foul and cancerous.

The excessive ego, screaming for recognition in the unsung crush of billions of humanity.

That compensated part, that seeks justification in excess on the backs of innocents.

We bid these beings the gift of helping us find that infantile and contriving part. Freedom only found when we are willing to sever our unweaned and contriving ways.

To free the backs of those we choke with bridled and saddles ways.

To stand and move from a centered place, of self carriage and on our own two feet.

One where contriving opposable thumbs, harsh hands and fists have no place.

A new balance found, one Ancient in its ways.

A healing grace freed land and beings embrace.

The manipulations of confinement, coercion with food, retaliation have no place.

Life After Deep Grief

Reverse Piskie hugs

Reverse Piskie hugs

Sitting in the deepest grief. Something humans are not good at.

I am no stranger to grief. It is a life event where “positive” is hard to find.

For me, its the deepest void, the most desolate, deserted feeling, even in a bustling city brimming with humanity.

This un-comfortable-ness should be felt, it honors all that encompasses the life passed.

How does one even begin to describe such “love”? A love some consider “verimin”?

How does one put into words the precious gift each element, plant and being brings to this glorious planet? Volumes lost with each passing – or is it?

I’d like to believe nothing is lost to those that feel deeply, fully, free from fear. Negative, maybe, toxic, never.

Just owning both ends of the spectrum and everything in-between. Just as the Piskies taught me.

I would never want to take a wild being and turn them into the caged creature we humans have become. A scared and addicted pansy, unable to sit in any feeling society programmed “uncomfortable”.

A weaken world humans have made and sometimes, some beings ally and we are forever changed.

Through sitting in grief – human family, creature family, planet family and with the glorious freedom of soul Homeopathy provides, profound breakthroughs find you on the other side of sinking in deep grief and despair.

Glorious dawnings emerge from such dank soul journeys. New life, new being, new experience is born emerges and merges.

The beautiful holograph of life and all its swirling, spiraling layers and patterns meld to amalgamated soul knowing.

The Soul is lifted and ready to live boldly – like Piskies always know.

How blessed I was to have this dance Dear Piskies, forever in my soul, in the Book of Life, it has no end…

 

This is how we Live beyond grief, a bit more fully than we did before.

Isles of Utopia

Beginnings of the Labyrinth

Beginnings of the Labyrinth

Isles of Utopia,

Scattered here and there.

 

Bring a space of healing peace,

To soothe chaos humans’ bring.

 

Little pods where each voice is heard,

And has a chance to act on the prayer,

Deep in each beings’ heart.

For Volition and Life lived well.

 

Isles of Utopia ring through the Collective Conscious,

Bringing a fierce and wild Love back to a tattered and addicted world, no longer fearful of owning its full birthright.

Thank you Raccoon Gods.