Listen to the Skin – Vaccinosis/Cancer Connection

Ulcers healing

Ulcers healing

The following is for educational purpose; consult with your health professional.


I too once believed that modern medical means kept us free from disease, but then I saw my beloved pets falling apart, infections/cancer at injection sites, latent paralysis, cancer, blindness, deafness, dental issues, seizures, allergies and more; of course it’s never the vaccine, yet these issues were non-existent prior, nor are as apparent in unvaccinated beings.

With the guidance of holistic vets, often going against the preaching of conventional medical means and stopping vaccines when chronic skin, digestive and deeper health issues occurred, I saw my creatures recover, with deeply cleansing and nutritive foods,  homeopathy, body/energy work; I saw a bloom and resurgence of life force conventional means never came close to.

I studied many forms of original healing. I found a key I had been grasping for all along. Nature provided, as always. Homeopathy seems the most effective in releasing the patterns of “disease” and derangement of life force the vaccines so sneakily induce. It gently and effectively unwinds insults to the soul, from the hara line outward to the physical, detoxing clogged pathways, recalibrating the body and soul to vitality.

Many years and many beings later, an unassuming horse I named “Belle” came along. The amplified incorporation of knowing this matriarch is unfolding in me is a learning curve no college can rival; only the university of life can offer such soul amalgamating experience. She leaves me in humble awe.

Belle came on the heels of my magnificent mare Penny’s transition back to Spirit. I was spent. Pinky my lovely paint gelding was grieving and alone. A month after her passing I put word out for a companion.

Having the skills one acquired, there is no end to the hard luck cases one can find. A friend knew of a foundered mare that was in need of a home…I honestly felt too exhausted to take on such a case. At her urging I went to visit said mare, one look in her eyes and body and the deal was done.


In another blog I will tackle all that this horse had going on hoof/spine-wise. That is a story and learning curve all in and of itself. Such chronic damage to the foundation a large creature like a horse needs to stand and propel from is a cardinal basis of knowing for any serious horse lover. We will jump ahead to another part of her healing, as I believe if certain signs were heeded, instead of the suppressive measures conventional means seek to quell, she may have never foundered. Listen to the skin

The timeless wisdom of Samuel Hahnemann as written in the “Organon of Medicine” 6th edition – over 200 years ago…

Aphorism 212

The Creator of therapeutic agents has also had particular regard to this main feature of all diseases, the altered state of the disposition and mind, for there is no powerful medicinal substance in the world which does not very notably alter the state of the disposition and mind in the healthy individual who tests it, and every medicine does so in a different manner.

 Aphorism 205 Sixth Edition

The homoeopathic physician never treats one of these primary symptoms of chronic miasms, nor yet one of their secondary affections that result from their further development, by local remedies (neither by those external agents that act dynamically, nor yet by those that act mechanically), but he cures, in cases where the one or the other appears, only the great miasm on which they depend, whereupon its primary, as also its secondary symptoms disappear spontaneously; but as this was not the mode pursued by the old-school practitioners who preceded him in the treatment of the case, the homoeopathic physician generally, alas!, finds that the primary symptoms have already been destroyed by them by means of external remedies, and that he has now to do more with the secondary ones, i.e., the affections resulting from the breaking forth and development of these inherent miasms, but especially with the chronic disease evolved from internal psora, the internal treatment of which, as far as a single physician can elucidate it by many years of reflection, observation and experience, I have endeavored to point out in my work on Chronic Diseases, to which I must refer the reader.

I cannot therefore advise, for instance, the local extirpation of the so-called cancer of the lips and face (the product of highly developed psora, not infrequently in conjunction with syphilis) by means of the arsenical remedy of Frere Cosme, not only because it is excessively painful and often fails, but more for this reason, because, if this dynamic remedy should indeed succeed in freeing the affected part of the body from the malignant ulcer locally, the basic malady is thereby not diminished in the slightest, the preserving vital force is therefore necessitated to transfer the field of operation of the great internal malady to some more important part (as it does in every case of metastasis), and the consequence is blindness, deafness, insanity, suffocative asthma, dropsy, apoplexy, etc. But this ambiguous local liberation of the part from the malignant ulcer by the topical arsenical remedy only succeeds, after all, in those cases where the ulcer has not yet attained any great size, and when the vital force is still very energetic; but it is just in such a state of things that the complete internal cure of the whole original disease is also still practicable.

The result is the same without previous cure of the inner miasm when cancer of the face or breast is removed by the knife alone and when encysted tumors are enucleated; something worse ensues, or at any rate death is hastened. This has been the case times without number, but the old school still goes blindly on in the same way in every new case, with the same disastrous results.


Psora, suppressed skin eruptions, Hahnemann considered the mother of all disease. Listen to the skin. From Psora other miasms branch out, and many homeopaths believe these re-converge to the Cancer Miasm, a modern induced epidemic.

Hahnemanns’ timeless wisdom is echoed in the writings of homeopathic physicians of the early 1900’s that knew how to heal without cutting. They found increase of cancer rates with the rise of stress, vaccination, increased meat consumption among other factors. Considering the toxin load most bodies now need to function with, it is quite amazing life survives, yet the body adapts.

Belle had chronic weeping sores on her nose from the start – as well as clear to purulent drainage from her eyes, her belly and thighs exuded dermatitis and small, pea-sized nodules under her tail could be palpated. Early on, she was started on a cleanse. She was toxic from heavy pain control medication for the founder, her muddled eyes indicated, coupled with her water-logged, systemic cellular inflammation. This same water-logged, toxin load can be observed in foundered horses, the hoof tissue being soft and spongy – to me, a clear sign of vaccinosis. Many holistic vets see a clear connection between vaccines and founder. When vaccines cease, complete recovery is possible. Everything is a clue.

For 3 months she had a very distinct odor to her sweat, urine and excrement as the toxins were flushing from her system. Her stall reeked of the same smell. Then this changed, to a lesser degree as time passed – but still noticeable. So heavy was her toxin load.


I hesitate to list the homeopathic remedies used (only a few will be mentioned), there is much delusive information passed along in many discussions, this truly creates a dis-service to the art of homeopathy. There is no substitute for good case-taking and knowing remedies like an old friend. Well meaning but misinformed folks dilute the gift that homeopathy brings to the world. I will not add to the degradation of our art here. If there is means for shiny new things and vice, there is means to heal.

The first remedy was chosen to address her detached and disconnected (almost an out of body experience) state of mind, sadness and desire for solitude also fell into the sphere of action this remedy covers. Address the mentals, the body follows.

Belle’s feet were a major concern. Once the too tight shoes were removed, special boots helped her feet land true. Correct movement in her feet was possible, her body had grown into gross compensation, if the feet moved true, her body would follow. She no doubt had been in great pain for a very long time. She moved quite well and willingly at the walk, despite standing with and odd twist (this will be discussed in greater detail when I finish the blog about her hooves). She tolerated company, but preferred to be alone and work things out on her own (well meaning but curbed professionals put her in this state). I have long admired the inner wisdom of nature, I feel completely at ease following it. I gave her full grace to teach me.

She seemed to have a great repertoire of trained and conditioned knowing. It was apparent in her disconnect that this felt more a duty than a joy to perform. This was key in remedy selection. She seemed to have embodied a long road of skewed good intentions endured. The remedy also considers “railway spine”. Considering the trauma endured by horses’ spines (not a welcomed knowing among horsefolk, but hey if you are up there, you contribute to the issues presented, own it).  Deep pelvic bruising and the repeated concussion sustained by her tiny contracted feet also fall within the scope of this remedy; it seemed perfect to open the case.

With the first dose, warts appeared on her nose after a few days. The remedy was pushing her “dis-ease” outward. After the warts erupted, she was able to lie down and roll completely over. She could also “wiggle” her pelvis while rolling now. Prior, she could only roll one sided, get up and stiffly roll on the other side. Let the unwinding begin!

It was apparent this mare had crafted a very careful façade to please humanity, while harboring a deep feeling of frailty that her body had. The remedy that embodies this feeling was given next and a short 3 weeks later the warts completely dried and fell off. The dermatitis on the belly and thighs lessened, the nodules under her tail disappeared. Her vital force was regaining itself. She finally came to “hang out and talk” with us. I had to smile to myself, she seemed to smile back.

I gave this remedy a good 2 months to unweave its magic. Her feet were striding more and more towards a normal hoof shape. Her body too, slowly coming into balance. When she first arrived, the slightest pressure over her the right side of her sacrum would cause her leg to buckle and almost fall, so intense was the pain. She no longer showed this reaction, but lameness and frailty continued to plague the right hind leg. Her foundered and grossly mis-shaped front feet would take at least one year to grow out the founder rings, her hooves will be trying to find a new normal once the basic hoof capsule renews. We were in for the long haul.

In body/energy work sessions one will often get very descriptive feelings, images, sensations of falls, injury, trauma that leads to such mobility issues. This mare never gave such details. It was as if something was robbed at a very early stage that none could put their finger on. This was echoed in the sketchy information those who knew this mare could provide. I suspected vaccinosis, the smells of her detox, signs of her fixed mental state mirroring in her body, kept pointing me in that direction. I did give an inter-current dose of Malandrinum. The nosode made from “grease” in horses, connection to suppressed skin disease and known for its ability to release damage sustained via vaccines. I find this remedy invaluable in such cases.

Somewhere in this time frame, I presented a game to her. I had been working with her loose in the ring. Just walking side by side, asking for turns on the forehand, turns on the haunches, backing, just a few steps, then nothing for a few days. She knew I would not push, and each baby step led to greater freedom in her body. She knew I was asking for mindful movement, there would be benefit to her body and mind. She became eager to learn more, her pre-preprogrammed, staccato cadence gave way smooth, graceful footfalls as her body was finally able to move as nature designed a horse to move.

This part is key in such work, abandon all the bs you have been programmed with and let the horse teach you. Only the horse knows what it endured, and how its body compensated for gloating egos. The horse does not need us to fix anything – our limited good intentions bring horses to such broken places. Remember that. No matter what ego or know it all barn folk bark about.

With her loose in the ring; I placed a board in the center of the arena. By now we could walk side by side, execute turns (fore or hind) and back, on the mimicking of simple body movements alone. No head gear, whips nor was any other prop needed, movement was synchronized.

At first when I walked over the board, she evaded and walked around it. I kept walking, she would rejoin on the other side. Now, for all those reading this, thinking I let her get away with something, quell your knowing and read on, less you lose the most vital part of the lesson…

I did this a few more times, I did not look her in the eye, I knew she was searching mine, for a scolding, reaction, a “correction”. None came I just kept walking, a bit slower, more focused, deliberate –  yet conscious to keep my shoulders unlocked, my gaze soft and my breathing steady ( I was true down to my core), she followed over the pole. That was enough for that day, happy hugs and play was all that ensured after that.

After letting her soak on our previous walk for a few days, we tried again. This time as we walked over the pole I slowed down further and stopped when we each had one leg over the pole and then backed over it. She complied mirroring movement.

Had I pushed my agenda from the start about simply walking over the pole, I would not have progressed as quickly or as effortlessly. I am an excellent slacker, I am not getting any younger and a creature that big can move itself. Properly set up, life can be this easy but we will never find that magic with pain and contriving humans excel at imposing.

On that day, we only worked on getting the front feet one step over and one step back, both left and right side, and then we were done for that day. Another horse would get this in seconds – her body was not there; whatever she learned prior in pain, needed to find new neurological pathways for an anchored foundation. This felt mutually beneficial.

The ease and brevity of the game caused her to give me a bit of a surprised look, I let her be. While she was starting to hang out with me more and more, she needed her alone time, to let the days events soak and settle, and so did I.

Several days later we again attempted to walk over the pole, each foot individually. The front feet did fine, the time seemed right to step back over it with back legs. This was very hard for her. I put no pressure on her; I also told her if it isn’t possible today, there will be other days.

My request frustrated her and she ran off. I didn’t become upset with her; I simply stayed by the pole on the ground, my feelings neutral. For all the crippling work done to her foundered front feet – not one equine professional noted the extreme lameness this lass had going on in her right hind leg. She was working through something big here, most experience horse folk that believe in pushing such a horse do not have the eyes to see what really goes on when “resistance” presents itself, this arrogance rooted in false knowing cripples and kills many beings, when the blog about her feet is completed – there will be much to discuss about this subject.

She walked back to the spot, on her own volition and we tried again. Again in frustration she ran off. I was about to walk to away but she came back again (the lady has heart!). Ever so carefully and woefully, she placed the left hind over, then the right. I beamed for her and hugged her. Yet, in her eye, I saw something grave had been unearthed. She lowered her head in the deepest release I have yet witnessed in being, and her eyes flowed with bloody tears. I sat in the center of the ring and cried with her. I apologized that humans make things so difficult. A wave of strange awestruck defiance flooded us…the ability of humans to make something so easy, so difficult – with such body marring results and call it triumph. This wave of feeling seemed to slam back and forth between us for a while, her in her crying wonder, me in seeing how we treat life too many times…I don’t know how long we were like that, but the crashing waves subsided and a calm pool of ripples emerged. She walked over, head hung low and we just stayed like that in quiet peace. It felt right to soak in this pool of wisdom we found together.


The above mentioned exercise was a basis for all horses I rehabbed back in the day. It provides a solid foundation to trailering, ground exercises and more, as each foot can be “spoken” too and it also gives invaluable insights to body weakness the horse can tell us about.


In the wake of such a profound release, considering the remedies given and work on the ground, the weeping sores on her nose vanished completely; the drainage from her eyes diminished, the dermatitis on the belly and thighs – gone. Malandrinum was given about a month ago, the time felt ripe to repeat the remedy given before. I upped the potency of this remedy that addresses the frailty of legs and the easing of her carefully crafted, brave façade, what followed just blew my mind.

In less than a week of repeating this remedy, large open weeping sores appeared in the corner of her eyes. The left being the largest and worse, the right to a lesser degree, but still weeping bloody tears; her body was releasing a flood of pent up toxins, emotions and insults. While the sight would shock most – those trained in holistic means would have taken a step back – to better see the whole picture. As soon as these sore erupted, her entire mycological structure changed and lameness was almost non-existent. Despite the weeping sores, a whole new look emanated from her eyes, she carried her body different, her movement flowed as never before. I was awestruck, she just seemed elated to retrieve something none us were quite sure could be recovered.


I cannot stress enough, when such eruptions occur, they are a ventnot an “infection” or whatever name given to be pushed deeper back into the body. The body is releasing what ails it, it is not something to push back and quelled with symptom covering means – many people will abuse holistic measures as a swap for medications. This results in the same suppressive measure, the insult will push deeper into the body and morph to a more severe expression. Less is best, know how to read the signs the body so graciously gives, then listen and act with prudence, not fear.

Had the sores been tested, I am sure the result would have come back malignant. What I saw before me reminded me so much of own journey with cancer in 2005. I only told 3 people what was going on at the time, mostly to conserve/preserve my energy. People mean well, but their scared looks and talk do not help much at such junctures in life. I never went to the doctors. I had worked with enough creatures and admired the way they tackle such imbalance. I did not name my imbalance; I believe we give cancer too much power that way. I just did what the creatures and nature showed me and here I am. One day I will detail this journey deeper, it was serious, lumps in my lymphatic system and breasts, I, like many, have cured our grave imbalances with the grace of nature. I never felt comfortable with the drama of testing, the fear people go through, the timelines doctors tell people of what is possible or not – that is between me and my Maker, not a two-legged to decide. Creatures heal easier, because they do not dwell in mental masturbation, they just know, given the proper space. We can do the same, we have been dis-emboweled of our deepest knowing, we are also very fearful of owning that gracious full knowing.

Malignancy leaves the body in several ways, lumps are re-absorbed, they are flushed from the body, via abcess or flooded with oozing serum and drop off (I have seen this with several creatures), in some cases certain herbs and seed substance have the ability to target only malignant cells, leaving healthy cells intact. I don’t believe science can improve upon what nature knows, only manipulate for financial gain. That says enough for me. The immune system cures cancer, not the healer, the doctor or whatever. Some folks have definite knowledge that assists others in such inner journeys, but like good horse relations, it is self work no one can do for you. The popularity of conventional means prey greatly on fears and folks giving power over to others. We create a seat for every need, consequence spins from there.

When these sores opened, every other aspect of her body improved. I added Essiac tea blend to support her liver and immune system. If cancerous lesions/lumps are removed surgically, it is important to know these are the least aggressive cancer cells. The most aggressive cells travel the blood steam, your body knows what is brewing (the beauty of a vital force). This is why cutting cancers pushes the “disease” deeper; cultivating, deep seated, chronic issues down the line. Old homeopathic docs knew this.

Herbalists have long lists of alterative herbs, those that cleanse the blood; they are generally combined with herbs that cleanse the liver, a master organ filtering the blood. Using such time tested combos clears detoxification pathways (on a very deep cellular level) and resets the immune system – often too clogged with toxins (of which vaccines are loaded with).

I could see in Belle a complete recalibration of her endocrine system at this point. I also added Pomegranates to her diet, which she eagerly ate. They were seasonal, and have many of those rich pigments and compounds in the seeds that help eradicate cancerous cells. This took a while, but the ulcers diminished, her coat color and body movement bloomed, she was moving like never before, she beamed. Her skin cleared completely, the nodules under her tail, gone.

An aspect to healing I feel very important to address is the barn space was cleared of anyone that could not hold the “space of gracious neutrality” for her healing. I am so blessed to have the little canyon all to myself where my barn is. I have been there for decades, many horses since my first. In large stables, one has convenience of the horse being fed, cleaned, exercised and such. This is a common trade off of the busy life most crafted and it works well for many. It can rob the sacredness of a place though, too many opinions, too many ego needs the horse is expected to fill, the sheer numbers and confined space leave a void that small, private barns, hands on of daily chores and knowing of each creature and care taker have the luxury of soaking in.

A deeper connection reveals itself, when one is in complete charge of a horse and its environment. Very subtle nuances of feed preferences, piles of manure each creature produces, nap times, play times and more become the way life breathes when one is more in step with any being. The dance deepens. Some people have very toxic influences that block cure, though such folks never see it in themselves, not matter how subtle or overt the hints.

This is the one thing Equine Guided Healing brings to any case I will take on – all the cards on the table and all issues need acknowledgement for cure to follow. The horse always knows, the horse industry is wrought with misinformation at the horses expense, even if means killing the horse for insurance gain (I have seen too much). Once the hubris and malarkey is cleared, the horse can and will hold the space for all involved to clean and clear to a more refined space, provided the humans are truly willing. That is the grace the power of the horse brings, please folks, honor it fully.


About a month after the last remedy, Causticum was given. This mare suffered the loss of a favorite young man of hers before I took her on. She always had an air of over-concern for loved ones, despite her aloof façade. This remedy covered the mentals of her grief, over concern for loved ones – more exhibited, remaining eye issues and the tell tale signs of persistent nerve weakness in the right hind and shaky feltlocks. I believe we hit her constitutional layer with this remedy. Her movement evolved as never before, her spine slinked, snake-like, her eyes cleared completely.

I would like to back up a bit here, when the blog on her feet/spine is done, this topic will go into greater detail, but for those homeopaths and others in the healing arts, I believe this is an important point to understand.

When a horse has a low slung heel and the other hoof has a high heal, I believe beyond the shadow of a doubt, such horses have a transversal rotation of the spine. It has been my experience that unless the layers in her case were addressed in the order they were, the healing would not have come along as quickly, or as completely. It would be as a layer was skipped and thus even well chosen remedies would not act as deeply as they could; also, if it were merely swapping out a remedy known for so and so without deeper understanding of mental/emotional states, the completion of healing will be nil to non-existent. Chronic shock layers need clearing, then the well chosen remedy will work to highest potential.


There was a day this winter where the ponies danced with such glee. Belle did such a dance of joy of her feet kissed the earth. Her perfectly “from the back” executed lead changes, her “airs above the ground” executed without restriction of pain, its like she was twisting and shouting for “joy in a freedom of movement body dance”.

Movement most horse folk have no reference point for – the freedom of an unburdened spine. For the awe equestrians have for the movement of the horse and all it embodies, most fear such exquisite body joy, and from there most start the killing and crippling with props of  training, bits, bridles, saddles and more. It is only our own fear we are choking down, the horse paying the price in her body. This is the one thing I have learned for sure, and why I am selective of cases I take on. Too many times I have seen well meaning folks put on a wonderful show of caring, with enlightened words and quotes, throwing a whole lot of money to ease guilt and still the horse pays the ultimate price. I have no need for such games anymore. I cannot in good conscious do that to myself, much less the horse.

Most folks have no reference point to what really unburdened/unbridled movement in a horse is, most started so young in show and race circuits – the human eye has been trained to accept crippled movement as normal, of this I am sure. Many want to recycle such creatures to new careers, but the horse remains the slave to human ego and expression equating to stifled motion. How glorious that expression, when it comes from the horses’ own volition, free of human contriving.

In the previous blog I mentioned the war on terrorism has pushed explosive expressions deeper to scattered fragments, much like vaccines do in the case of disease. This case, as every case, brought vaccinosis to clearer understanding. When the immune system is repeatedly told to “shut up” the malaise pushes deeper, to cancer (that which can no longer be expressed – just “lumped”), auto-immune disorders and more. We push the immune system to attack itself – a very condensed version to an extremely complex web of created disease. In the future this will be discussed to greater detail. In our fears we scream for answers, in haste someone answers with a bandaid on a gunshot wound, and for a while, humanity is quelled, but not weaned. Later when consequence calls, the unweaned scream again and so the slow slaughter goes till death, one part at a time, it seems all they know and want. Yet, something much older, wiser and healing has always been waiting.

When cognition of this amalgamates to soul knowing, it makes one’s life work so much harder. It is one thing to heal, as “dis-ease” presents itself. It is another thing altogether to unwind such pre-meditated induction of illness. It makes me long for another life. So many bite the bitter pill of false cure, lecturing on and on of all they learn about their “dis-ease”. Humans have so many games and drama playing into disease, until one owns their part, cure will be elusive. That is the price of consequence and fooling ones self. In the end all life transitions back to Spirit, peace must be made with whatever comes at the appointed time to release the soul home. In between, all life deserves to life fully and vibrantly; with deeply nourishing and lovingly prepared meals; with room to roam, wide spaces to expand the energy field and fuel unbridled thoughts, heart and passion. Anything less is a crippling cage path that leads to the killed creativity the cancer miasm encompasses. This beast I have no need or reason to feed anymore.

That moment with Belle brought forth a whole new cognition. I now have the smell of cancer seared to my knowing as is its multi-layered, created path that most have not the fortitude to own our part in. Just as most animals know. Many humans that went the route of cutting, chemo are stunned at the ease the body can heal with homeopathy and original healing means, (provided the vital force has not been to degraded by these means). Wildness completed, the cage no longer exists.

I found something very complete and conscious I will need to sink deeper into that day when Belle played with such wild abandon in the ring. I was in the middle, she did her dance. When she was done, she stopped. Shoulders squared to me, her gaze buzzed electric with a look that refried my system. It was a look Penny had – times 100. I knew we would be going to a whole new level. I have no choice, I have only unbridled joy to look forward what these graceful beings, Belle and Pinky will have to show me this year. A few other folks were witness to her dance that day, I know they were changed too; they witnessed her journey with a knack to hold the space that I generally only see in creatures, we are so blessed!


Further resources:

Truth about Cancer

Dr. Tenpenny

The movie “Bought”

Many use homeopathic nosodes prophylactically  – it is important to never dose out of fear. Many folks will do so with many diseases they read about and over use substances, this is a recipe for consequence. Less is best, know why you are using what your using – anything less brings unintended learning curves to quell our born into addiction excess.







A “Show” of “Caring”

I remember my 8th grade history teacher impressing upon us the need to know our history, so as the future generation, we would learn and not repeat human misgivings of the past. Having seen the scarring of war on my own parents, the yearning in her heart resonated with mine deeply.

I think of her often these days and feel we let her, and many like her, down. Not though any fault, but rather born into a system that surely seems rigged – a society imbedded with folly and an unwillingness to release patterns of painful repetition.

Education is skewed, infused with propaganda. A talented Art History teacher of mine told us that all governments control their populace via oppression, poverty, ignorance and drugs. I doubt teachers can utter such truths these days. Having known the duping my parents endured when WWII ended, I appreciated this mans’ candor and reflect on this often.

My issue with most educational systems is that they seem wrought with limits and fear. The education wild beings offer their offspring often can exceed that of the parent, leading to loss of life, territory – never the less; timely wisdom is handed to future generations with a trust, a knowing strength that “good of the whole” prevails. It is an unbound tutelage that causes a being to respect and own its power well; something humans have been too far removed from in our caged and civilized existence. We often fear this “fully owning of self”.

Nature knows what is needed, lives in service to itself and does not squander energy. This can be seen in large predators especially, much bluffing and display will precede the drawing of blood. Blood spilled is precious and the cost is always very high. All this and more, prudently taken into consideration of the whole. Human teachings disrespect this basic knowing, it indoctrinates, bores and dulls aptitudes with repetition, incomplete and non-experiential information preached as gospel. A clipped and infantile populace accepts dumb downed conditioning as truth. Mass shootings in schools and public places speak volumes that chemically castrated volition cannot.

In high school, I witnessed a boy getting stabbed. Two rival gangs were going at it; a friendly and good natured student tried to break up the fight and got stabbed in the leg for it. School always had a prison-like feel to it for me. Thirty years later I returned when the agricultural area was being revamped, to find more security, more rules – generally a feeling of “lock down” to keep kids safe, a show of caring. Fear still ruled the campus, more so than 30 years before – de-evolution.

Gang shootings were becoming the new norm. No one seemed too concerned, a show of caring of outraged parents made a bit of news then nothing more. So society treats those deemed “less than”. This was the environment that taught to own both ends of the spectrum and find some sort of balance in the middle.

Whether serving areas deemed “dangerous” or “entitled”, those ailing need relief, a gun  never keeps me safe either place, something deeper and stronger does. Something not voiced, not hubris, just lived, it shows in the walk and beings know it, when it is owned in balance. Something the wild beings taught me, predators/raptors in particular. A hero needs a villain for justification, just as life needs death – there is a reflected need for each other. When this is owned and understood, something much more prudent and efficient gives a being volition with a bit more integrity. There is nothing to prove.

Thirty plus years after high school, one sees violence escalating. Two shootings happened on our street alone. One summer the bodies of 4 young people could be seen, on different occasions, as one traveled for daily routines. The police put up tape, put on their show of caring yet the killings continue, the media never mentions these souls lost. Locals put up candle vigils, a plea to the Holy Mother that humans awake and value life as something precious/sacred; still waiting for that.

Perhaps this is the best humans can do, perhaps it is the only level the masses know to function on, but the killing escalates. Shootings now seem a new norm in schools, theaters, pubic buildings and the media manipulates the masses plucking the strings of primal fear and hate. Sounds quite familiar to what my dad ranted about in the final stages of his life, the duping the masses fall for.

While people scream for gun control, better mental health and other band aids on a gunshot wound means of dominion, no one seems to really remember history, let alone the repetitious patterns that brought us here.

At the turn of the century the AMA closed homeopathic hospitals and declared themselves the standard for health care. I cannot help but wonder what the good ole USA would be like if these hospitals and the old docs that knew how to heal without the cutting that pushes the “disease” deeper to the core of the body (suppression), had been allowed to sculpture their art releasing humanity from its most destructive miasm, known for its homicidal and suicidal tendencies…what would this world be like? Would the bloodlust slaughter still rein supreme as an answer to our fears and anger? So many wars, so much propaganda, so much manipulating of the masses and still more killing is the solution the self proclaimed deity that claims likeness to the image of God can do?

Since 9/11 a great dissolution of civil rights has occurred. Just last week the whole Los Angeles Unified School District was shut down because of a hoax. Given the mass killings that are happening on our soil, I am sure any parent would rather err on the side of caution and keep their child home. None the less, Los Angeles County extends some 4,752 miles, employs over 31,000 teachers and over 655,000 students. That is a huge disruption, not to mention extra law enforcement to search the schools, employers were told to be patient with parents scrambling to care for their children. A perfect vehicle has been created to fracture and control any establishment that is put in the cross hairs, be it labeled “terrorist” or any despondent soul that wantonly kills. This is much more dynamic than media hype incites.

Prudence will aid to look at such events in ways not intended; instead of needing such life circumstance to cause pause and reflection – how ‘bout taking an unscheduled day off – to spend with your child/children? A parent? Another loved one? Busy is a new addiction that robs modern humans of deep connection, the day the schools closed was a very quite day in LA. Kids played, parents forced to take time with their wee ones – can anything be more important than that?

The average person can send many incongruent messages to young ones. On one hand speaking of faith and in action running madly to accomplish a never ending list of things, often leaving the child feeling as an after thought. Compensating measures only help so much, children know more than given credit for; they are a very clean slate. Slow down, take some inventory in your life and connect with those things that will follow you to the afterlife. The rest is just a show of caring, an imitation children and animals will always see through.

Since 9/11/01 the war on terrorism has done for this wound, what vaccines have done to “disease” – pushed the malaise deeper, underground, spreading into something not yet recognized, except for those that have been taught to see though show of caring modern man and ego are so easily duped by.

So many years of war and killing, stock piles of weaponry left behind to arm yet another “threat” and like Fukushima – this is the epitome our best and most brilliantly educated minds can do?

A recent commercial asked for funds to feed hungry citizens in a certain country, because so many funds had to be redirected to the war on terrorism. Why is it so much money is available for killing and not for life? Why is it most cannot see through this farce?

I can only hope humanity grows into a spiritual maturity to see past this “show of caring” one sees in wars, non-profit help groups perpetuating their existence preying on depleted folks desperate to do something to help, but knowing no better. In the horse world a great deal of money and research is spent, keeping strained and enslaved tissue going for the sake of our ego, while ignoring the prayer/needs in the horses heart/body. Why does it almost seem necessary for most humans to lie to themselves? Why allow money to rule bloodlust? There is a lush life beyond this mindset.

In this season of praying for peace, do something extra-ordinary out of your normal pre-programmed patterns of function to quell hypocrisy.  Pray for peace by all means, but with that cut the “puppet on a string manipulation” the masses have been so preyed on and act with some integrity and maturity of spirit. Refuse to bite the bitter fruit of division. Remember we have all been born to experience LIFE, full spectrum, embracing and making peace with all that makes us human. This will go further than the scared noise an infantile race is so good at making, exchange those old clothes for honed, sacred action instead. The beings I serve want nothing more to than to live unencumbered by this spiteful trash. The liberation of sanity lies just beyond and we all deserve it.


This is my wish this Christmas.


With dark and hollow eyes they seek recall, but answers won’t come.

The seeds of delusion planted long ago, not as modern medicine knows delusion, but as homeopathy knows delusion, the fracture, the strain, that caused lifes’ perception to fragment through circumstance. The crisis gone, but the inappropriate reaction remains, it can even be passed to future generations. An example would be children born to parents whose minds have been rend by war, the threat is gone, but the hurried, clandestine, guilt and fear ridden patterns become a new norm for the family, generations far removed from the initial wounding. Cloaking with alcohol and drugs does not help.

While modern health experts quibble over various degrees of forgetfulness – what is simple mind fog, senility, dementia? It seems to have become a variation/barometer to yet add another layer of medication, more chemical restraints to a mind/soul disappearing into its own complexity.

Behind the fractured delusion, ego vies for reconciliation via toxins, medications, addictions and more, adding another slathered layer for self to hide behind. Dead food void of the dense nutrition needed by the brain and nervous system, do nothing to aid those falling into the depths of dementia.

The seeds of delusion planted so long ago, most know not who they are, losing oneself even further is an easy stumble, and no one is above its grasp. Loss of position, health, or such, the fall begins. The more chemically burdened the being, the deader the food supply, the quicker the landslide.

Some suffer through unimaginable confusion, in our tech immersed world; some can no longer differentiate tv from reality, forgetting familiar streets, names, all rubrics to some of our beloved homeopathic remedies. The sooner these signs are nipped in the bud, the better. Diet changes to nutrient dense foods that feed an exhausted brain/nervous system will help greatly. A life long hobby/art will also keep the soul from slipping into the abyss.

The cleaner/organic and more plant based the food source is from conventional agriculture chemicals, the better. Re-establish health gut flora with pre and pro biotic rich foods, mineral and essential fatty acids foods as well. Herbs like Ginko, Avena Sativa, Huperzia Serata have affinity for brain function, Skullcap soothes the fried nervous system that resorts to surliness as faculties fade, easing the job of those caretaking. What gifts Nature still gives.

For some, help comes too late, or staves off the inevitable at best, for a little while. It is a very strange web humans have weaved…sulfuric ego driven dreams become a nightmare when the whole is left unconsidered. Human denial seems our race favorite bed to hide under as the weight of consequence squeezes our delusion along with life circumstance that seek reconciliation.

Awareness, always the start of healing; acting on awareness the second key step, many no longer have the fire for follow through, and the addictive chemicals allure will bring about the fall.

This landslide has been in the making for generations, hardly anyone noticed…


Head Trauma – Invisible Scars/Emotional Shock

The blow few could see with their soul, some can feel – leaves its mark.

In a culture that treats death as a disease, something to fear, evade, we will take a deeper look at trauma left from life changing emotional events (blows that shock the energy system, soul scarring, leaving the physical unchanged), like death and other shocks to the mind (I consider the mind the energy field, not the intellect).

Years ago, I was a speaker at a large dog show. There were many creatures I worked with that day, one in particular, stuck with me.

His guardian told me of an event that left the dear pooch “never the same”. When I inquired with the pet, as one does with silent communication, he gave the definite impression of some force in the atmosphere that threw him to the ground. Then a magnified crash/blast noise followed, a traumatized dog remained years later.

I described what I felt and mimicked the dogs body language to the guardian. She said “a cannon went off at a dog show in England years ago”, the dog remained “shell shocked”.

I describe this event in this manner for several reasons. One, many strange things humans do, animals cannot describe the way we are conditioned too (its does not make sense to the creature). Secondly, most animals, even domesticated ones, have senses far more developed and sensitive than ours. We are quite dead in what our senses pick up, compared to our creature friends. In this case, this dogs felt the atmospheric pressure change (threw him to the ground), before his ears felt “blown out” by the blast – I wish every firework celebrant could hear/feel so acutely, might make for more considerate celebrating around the world for many of earths inhabitants.

There is much more to this story, and there is much to condense here; we will touch on some key points to ponder as it relates to “shocked minds/energy fields”.

This creature was greatly helped with homeopathy and a Bach Flower blend. I incorporate intuitive skills differently than the past, we humans have such pinhole perspectives compared to creatures, I officially stopped the communication part of what I do years ago, for the sake of mental health, I just incorporate this aspect differently.

From this story, we can see variations of “explanations”. An event can have assorted interpretations by different beings. The mark left on the being/energy field will vary by a web of life experience and soul constitution. No being experiences this world the same, common themes may run concurrent, but experience is individual.

Some beings may bear witness to devastation billed as “cure”, such as those force to witness practices deemed healing as electro shock therapy. Such folks can be marred by the silence endured, not self advocating (cancer miasm) as a system of healing they are in training for does the best it can under its current pinhole perspective. Years later, the sullen shock asks for resolution. There are homeopathic remedies that address such layers with grace and efface. I am always in awe of homeopathy’s gift to this planet.

War damage would also play here, no matter the side, war leaves an indelible mark as too many of us know. This will need an in depth look at some point, the same shock and blast the dog above described etches a multitude of souls. A blight, a catch, where many a soul become locked in a tail spin of trauma.

Ancient cultures knew the “detox” warriors endured as wars end, this was as desolate a journey as the war itself. Such “theaters” bring out deep, destructive driving miasmic influence to the surface, as primal, frenzied survival seeks to play out all the exploitation humanity has been yoked with, for generations. Such souls endure quite a ride through hell, as those loved ones that stick with these souls through the detox process know.

Governments often pump their warriors full of drugs in a manic effort to wipe the slate clean. But it doesn’t help, only fuel continued madness, and many die once the war is over, suicide…when will the wanton killing end? Will humanity ever learn to own the spectrum of power well, and not contrive massive killing as “solution”?

Survivors’ guilt (those living through any trauma), a place many want to “help” from. Not the “cleanest” place to offer a leg up from, yet a starting place for many. A certain peace must be made, owning both ends of the spectrum, only then does a human seem more at ease with owning and using soul power well. Otherwise they seem to spew lovely enlightened, feel good quotes, while still exploiting their “loved” ones along. A glossing over with sweet nothings, denying the shadow all such phoniness falls into.

Death, the ultimate challenge to our pre-programmed, false God-like self; a truer God-like self would own their predation with greater peace – as animals and Nature do. Something I have had a bit of experience with. The life lessons that caused me to abandon all human teachings and reach for the solace, congruency and mastery I see the creatures and Nature own this lesson with, and not the lip-service humanity seems to provide.

There is no life without death, no light without darkness, in the middle is balance.

Grief, a most profound shock to the system; years later, one can glean lessons as self grows in mastering self and the refinement of owning power well, a web that spirals deep, holographic connection, through the ages, generations into the future.

There is a place, after much soul transformation, where death of loved ones is no longer a grieved process, but becomes rather, amalgamated soul strength. Nature and homeopathy have help greatly here. I have grieved the loss of my mother, father, a brother, friends, family, and clients, these have paled in comparison to certain animal beings in my life. It does not mean one feels this loss any less, no, in fact perhaps deeper, but a soul strength prevails that allows profound excavation of soul brawn and life experience. This is the best words can convey.

The loss of my mother as a young girl showed me how ill equipped humans handle death, as a pre-programmed race. There is such a shock, such denial, hurry back to work and school and pretend this gaping hole in heart/soul does not exist…bullshit, its there, it is the most unimaginable hurt, you are broken in so many places you know not who you are. I have learned this is not a bad or negative thing, it is life and like a mighty oak you will grow, rooting subterranean in earths’ wisdom, reaching to the heavens like branches in praise, heart and core stout.

That summer, so many years ago, I began working with horses. Long walks on the trails, usually side by side with beloved steeds, this did more for me than most anything I knew to do at the time.

Years later homeopathy cleared blocks/fragments (more miasmic/generational embedded). A great freeing occurred. I found in more ancient/natural ways of healing, a grace and acceptance of this soul challenging life event, than any human explanation could soothe. Soul knowing over came human pre-programming.

A while back, within the span of 4 months, I lost some of my most incredible animal guides, Lena, Yellow Bird and Penny. I was lost without them, as I depended on them so much. When such potent beings depart, one is left to fend for ones self. I found the need to incorporate/amalgamate through osmosis the strengths these beings bring out in me.

Not easy, quite a deep excavation of self, an owning of light of shadow. Something animals are so good at (especially wild ones), this is why they can transition with so much grace compared to humans. I am always in awe of the grace Pachamama and her creatures bestow us. It renews me; it helps extend that no bullshit grace to those that want a feel for this thrown away art of living well, unto the shapeshift of death.

There are a few humans I have met along this way of life, that remember ‘life’ before this incarnation. We recall that original space of full soul/spirit power. Most of us had a hard time making peace with our meat suit. The bodies limits, the deadness of those around us that for what ever reason, cannot remember this space of grace (our time here is temporary). Generally speaking, a pretty dire health crisis brought about resolution. We tend to go about this outside conventional means, as allopathic medicine keeps one in the “not recalling mode”. Its life changing, it opens ones’ eyes to a show humanity puts on, how the masses bite into this bitter apple, and how important it is for most to keep playing what becomes a repulsive game, no matter how grave the consequence.

Many endure the grieving process as blight. It leaves a mark, no doubt, but by the same token, there seems to be a space to grow past what most humans seem fearful of leaving. As somehow getting past the stage of flagellation will diminish their love for the loved ones lost, or somehow they lose some kind of badge of honor in the constant resurrection of the wound left, or some other human default mode of soul sabotage.

There is no set time to grieve, or right or wrong way to do it. It is a very personal and much like war detox, gut wrenching journey to the souls there in. The “stuckness” one sees some souls caught in allows one to “see” the many games humans spin from wounded places. I have not found this among wild beings, or domestic creatures.

If beings allowed the grace of return to soul power (much like creatures do) the shapeshift experience death provides would open the soul to the charity soul power is. All animals know this. Many of us get a “message” up to a year in advance of a loved ones leaving. Spend those days wisely.


There is a space past the victim mode, past the hurt, anger, fear, it surrenders to wisdom greater than our pin-hole human perceptions, it allows, it accepts the spoke in the wheel we are and our part there in. It does not need to know all the answers, they generally take care of themselves, whether we know it, own it or not. That is the benevolence of this planet and universe. It takes care of all life that way, makes sure all have a voice, whether we listen or not.

This is how many creatures endure the horrific conditions we humans term as “love” and still serve us with their body’s and soul, waiting patiently like the Great Mother, Pachaman for her children to wake and live fully as intended, not submitting to the comforts of caged conformity that poisons our children and planet while humanity claims to do good by killing so much life and potential.

This is the bigger picture animals and nature are so good at tapping into…She goes on, She saves us, we don’t save Her, we just need to wake and live wholeheartedly, unfalteringly and without our false fear-based, pin-hole contriving. How many are willing to do that?



Head Trauma – Impacts of Life.

A homeopathic remedy I became endeared to is Acer Pseudoplatanus (Sycamore Seed), it made me aware of the lingering effects wearing braces can leave on the cranium and how this connects to limited mobility of the pelvis, among other stuck states in the mind/energy field.

This remedy has keynote effects for loosening bony structures of the head and pelvis (damage in one reflects in the other –known to body workers and those with an eye for correct movement). When combined with energy/body work such as Cranial/sacral, osteopath, and/or other somatic methods, astounding effects are observed in the body.

As with most homeopathic remedies, Sycamore seed covers a vast array of constitutional ills. I have found it of great value in head trauma/pain inflicted by braces and boney changes the pain and shifting teeth bring about. Teeth are a huge clue to the correct selection of a homeopathic remedy. As this is a right of passage for many youngsters, this is of consideration in detailed case taking.

Even if the tissue has been locked from damage long ago, yes even decades, do not under-estimate original energetic healing arts ability to release frozen structures.

If combined with some sort of somatic work, this remedy greatly aids in releasing calcified pineal glands, restores the rocking of sphenoid bone (which when restored greatly regenerates the pituitaries gland ability to function normally – a gland under great stress in modern times). When these structures regain fluid, light movement it does reflect greatly in the pelvis, where stabilizing structures of the entire body begin restoration. When these structures restore function as intended, a beings entire thought process and volition changes to empowerment from unacknowledged entrapment. We have no idea the level to which we are dumbed-down to fit a model.

The fore mentioned gives witness human beings suffer; in horses this damage is exasperated  by bits/head controlling devices and weighted spines, the transformation original healing methods act as a catalyst for, leaves me awestruck. So many levels, so many cases, this blog is such a short, condensed synopsis of what is and can be.

While the remedy Sycamore Seed has proven its worth in the horse world, the compounded damage done by head gear, so called “training methods” and riders (the horses’ spine is not a weight bearing mechanism, no matter what humans tell themselves). We will examine another often needed remedy so folks can get a deeper appreciation when a “non-verbal” being endures head trauma.


Vision dimmed and darkened, longs for light, feels better for light. Hallucinations, flashes/sparks of light, distorted vision, cannot trust what is seen.

A cacophony of noise, sound is harsh, metallic sounding in the ear. Cannot trust what is heard.

Painful headaches, tendency to fall forward, to the left, vertigo – often given some sort of “neurological diagnosis” in the horse world, but meds don’t seem to touch the desperately lonely and frightful place this beings finds himself in, let alone offer relief of the physical ailing – and yet the beast will be asked to carry the weight of the rider and their whims.

Violent pain in left hip, bands of fascia taunt and painful, limiting movement, causing trembling and twitching of tendons, giving way to a staggering gait.

When pushed too far this being will react violently, it really has no choice. In the horse world and its acceptable “training” methods – chains, whips, severe bits coupled with “lip chains” will often be the answer to the horses’ explosive behavior. Such measures will only fuel the violent head and nerve pain these beings feel, till they explode from the violence of their distress (convulsions, biting, striking), as human counter measures only lead to more torment within the suffering creature. Too many cases, too much insanity caused by our egomania, this is why I really can’t bear to watch horse “sport” anymore – too much glossing over of too many signs that should be heeded.


Welcome to “love” in the horse world, welcome inside the body of a being in need of the remedy Stramonium (the above only covers a small portion of what this remedy embodies). This homeopathic wonder has ameliorated trauma in horses, children with autism, those with war damage and much more.

In homeopathy the cause may be severe beatings, as many horses endure as part of training (less common, but still the “norm” in many barns), vaccine damage as many children/pets now suffer (inflammation of brain and spinal cord) or war trauma as our world collapses under the weight of which government is “right”.

The diagnosis is a name, it is often not considerate of origin or an individual’s interpretation/expression of “dis-ease”. The correct homeopathic remedy represents a complete picture. That is why knowing the remedies like a dear friend is key, that is why working with a homeopath that knows these nuances is paramount. It is not a case of “the diagnose is (fill in the blank) – what is the remedy?” It is necessary to give consideration and time to proper case taking and details conventional medicine has no time for under the masses and schedules modern life deludes us to believe necessary.

The remedy Stam often clears an acute layer, then deeper acting remedies for the spinal cord most likely will be needed (in the case of horses), then the constitutional layer will finally appear, in humans the unfolding of the case may be a bit different. Only the body knows the speed at which the layers are ready for release, also why one session in this day and age of generations of suppression, barely scratch the surface of decades/generations of damage.

As the mind and calcified sutures of the skull release, new learning and re-learning is inevitable. Any learning the being accrued before damage was done, with many gaps and mis-firings of the brain and nerve synapses (quite literally, holes in the mind as many intuitives sense) as these structures/functions release and fill in, it is quite common to have the being experience “a short period of refreshing of past lessons,” a state of relearning on a deeper and more solid foundation, resulting in very secure being.

Taking time in this step of the journey is of great importance, allow ego, agenda and time to be of no relevance. A neck rope/cordero, from the ground, will be a great asset when rehabbing such damage in the horse. It will cause the hubris of human knowledge a powerful rebalance. Putting the manipulative opposable thumbs away and asking for correct movement from your core will allow the horse to find its own balance and clear movement not induced by “know it all” human impositions that only mess with the horses head and dull this powerful beings’ presence and wisdom. The human should pause and reflect, to have an appreciation for “particulars”, to be mindful in interactions, to see and not look, to listen and not just hear. We dumb everything down with our “pinhole intentions”, lead with integrity and a greater impartial wisdom prevails for all beings and the planet.

Head trauma is truly an extraordinary journey to unravel. It is often dismissed and the being suffering the consequence left to an intangible mess in their scrambled minds that can barely be made sense of, more so in our hurry up and pander to self satisfying ego driven world. Slow down, listen, there are no wasted lessons in this life.

For those individuals that suffer the severe impact of head trauma (motorcycle, car, industrial, sports, etc.), the initial daze experienced in the hospital can become a life long reality, those lucky enough to have a host of energetic interventions can clear such fogs much more quickly. Acute remedies can mitigate so much concussive damage, Reiki, Cranial Sacral, somatic work all have a place and so often help those in traumatic brain injury regain speech, movement, cognition and more. This can be an intensive and long process. After the acute remedies, it is wise to continue course till the constitutional layer is unveiled for the sustainable power of the being to shine through. The results are worth it!












Head Trauma – From the beginning.

Forceps damage, babe pulled into this world.  Not allowed to choose the day of birth, as seasoned mid-wives know a child’s right to be (matriarchal creatures such horses’ know this too). A crushing start to life, dented heads – “they’ll” be just fine, another medical convenience. Cast off the consequence, modern man’s ways.

This has been a tangible start for many, in years gone by. With homeopathy, carefully chosen remedies can address the emotional/mental state the mother was in during gestation (original healing methods know this affects the babe). Also, remedies can address disconnects invitro conceived babes suffer, as well as invasions caused by ultrasounds, vaccines and a host of other new methods that leave their mark on developing lives. But this is often too complex an issue for many to wrap their heads around, a topic to be discussed some other time. We will focus on forceps damage for now.

The timid child, labeled “slow”, worse for noise, does best alone, perhaps enrolled in some sort of “therapy” to bring them along. In their “slowness”, perception of “time” slows way down. The child begins to “perceive knowings” others are too rushed to take in. A new awareness grows in this child, others have been conditioned to “dismiss”.

Many decades later, the cathartic awakenings homeopathy brings – a dull ache on the left hemisphere of the brain, the place the forceps dented so long ago. Not a headache, but a steady thud of persistent heaviness, the unacknowledged damage that marred and fogged the mind for too long. The grace the constitutional remedy brings, reconciling and releasing the injury the babe only new as “normal”.

After a short aggravation of dull ache, the thought process quickens, a feeling of mental upgrades as senses receive and process a hunger for wisdom and life experience. Chaotic family and human life circumstance, a solace found only in nature where these newly heightened senses serve living.

The gift of feel (the good, the bad, allowed in a solid foundation of “contentment” and a knowing nothing is ever what it seems), senses expand, the child feels the eyes of wild beings upon her, the bow wave of the raptors, long before they are seen, skills of each sharpen each other; the feeling of wholeness, purpose (without imposition), completeness, a return to ecstatic Soul grace and potency.

The gift being fully awake brings.



Sand, Time, Tide, Balance

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I love my long meditative walks on the beach. Right along the surf line, it brings peace and balance.

Walking to the surf line, the sand is deep and gives way under bare feet. Feel sinew, muscle and nerve make unperceivable shifts to accommodate cadence so one can carry on. It’s a bit of a struggle at first, till you stop fighting the shifting sand and allow it to play with your gait, and you play with its shifting ways, then it becomes a gift to greater awareness and equilibrium. The warmth of the sand welcomes your footsteps and draws out toxins. You feel the release of tension held in the tissues of your feet, breath deepens as your diaphragm pulls the salty sea air deep into your lungs, you unburden, on many levels.

At the surf line, the sand cools and hardens under foot. No longer shifting under your weight, but rather eroding to the rhythm of the waves; each wave in, pushes, each wave out, pulls. The sand beneath your feet polished, the water gently shifting body weight to and fro, more unperceivable corrections as you slowly and respectfully settle into the soft chant the waves offer, your breath keeps time. Another world opens, the coming and going of watercolor memories, taking on new meaning, deeper insights as sea water and water with us sing their ancient song, slipping grief into amalgamated soul strength. The feet slow, contact with the sand and sea linger a bit longer, connection to the Pachamama and all the nurture She offers, a deep peace settles.

You look up and see dolphins, seals, sea birds, and the occasional spout of seasonal travels of whales. The sea mist rolls off the crashing waves, the air smells of healing, cleansing sea…despite Fukushima and many other human issues, the rhythm of life drums on. The heart rests and takes solace in the wonder. The sun feels warm, like a soothing hug on your shoulders, thoughts wonder to the ethers, no words, just requiem awe. There really isn’t anything more you need.


Balance boards, stability pads, homeopathy, nervine herbs, body and energy work, all help heal a host of brain trauma and neurological issues. Certain terrain can provide the same. Reprogramming tissues and opening new neurological pathways. Just like riding horses (as per the HorseBoy Method) rocks the hips (reflects and releases the skull) of those with autism to release the feel good hormone oxytocin; reconnecting to Spirit, reclaiming of birthright, opening new awareness. What happens to the skull (and its internal structures), reflects in the pelvis and feet and visa versa. What a gift walking with ponies and on the beach brings.




A child never forgets the undercurrent of fear they feel when a parent, sibling or guardian is in an intoxicated state.

The uncertainty of “when the other shoe drops”, the violent outbursts, or fits of rage when a person in a place of what should be honor and dignity, falls in the eyes of a child that has not yet been burdened by the complexities of human life.

Outings considered “fun” can take a nasty turn to “out of control” at the drop of a hat; the knowing that too much liquor will fuel a growing tension in the chest of a youngster not yet drinking age, as they watch adults distort themselves into someone crazed.

The child dares not speak, that may provoke violence, for simply telling the truth. The knot in their gut erupts in vomit, seeing elders fighting so, the fear just needs to come out.

The sorry excuse the next day, “I was drunk, I don’t remember”. Maybe, just maybe, in a young child’s heart, you could do better than to give that stinking excuse. The booze ain’t helping that hole in your heart. Why isn’t the human tainted version of love enough?

And so one finds a safe place to hide, with so called lesser beings, in the wild; here the child finds a solace a disintegrated family could not bring.

And interesting to note, the creatures know when our attention is focused and cued and not colored by residues that dull our aptitudes.

If given the choice, the creatures prefer our pure presence, good, bad or indifferent. Their unconditional love rings sweeter when we are fully coherent.

Many years later, some still try to distort the peace, with the false weaning addiction lends to the Soul, but still the animals and children know. It is a place from falsehood the human operates, what follows is usually blows.

How much like a child, many animals suffer, they cannot speak, but still they are the buffer. Silently soaking what addiction causes to suffer.

The human’s sneak into shrouded places, sipping from a jug in a brown paper sack, its well before noon. The animals, like the child, feel the divide, to them you cannot lie. But a human’s narrow vision skews reality; their ego makes too much noise vainly trying to bury the truth.

Their delusion soon gives way, for lies and bullshit always crumble. The truth you see speaks loudest in silence and stillness and this, the animals, like children, always know…


Two years ago, I did a ceremony for myself and broke all the bottles of alcohol in the house, for me it symbolized cutting cords of all the damage it represents. Best gift I have given myself. I was done dumbing myself down to fit in with those closest.

This came on the heels of many loved ones losing life long work, gifts like nurturing soul was never considered important (no matter how many decades the gift was encouraged), a tail-spin into the default addiction-mode followed, along with an expectation that one should commiserate if “relationship” were to continue, time to say no.

I drank “socially” and on “special occasions”. My body was getting less tolerant of many things, food, alcohol and otherwise…time to move on and honor my bodies’ wisdom, I like the perspicuity that comes with no alcohol. I know the difference leaving substance abuse can bring, on a very personal level, via decisions made by those loved dearly and more so, from those that chose not to.

The stable had been sanctuary since childhood, a safe place to escape from the tumult and scariness that was youth. As a child, I knew a run-away horse could not be stopped by force. I have applied the same philosophy to humans. Given enough slack, life consequence weaves an unforgettable experience. I needed to go back to the place of safety and cohesion the barn meant to me. Before those closest, that neglected to culture soul gifts came to pollute with toxicity. This toxicity did not set well with the horses, or me. Those bringing the pollution were not willing to see the connections.

There is no one alcoholic/addict (addictions come in many forms) in a family, the whole family shifts to accommodate the chaos and confusion – it is often easier for the one labeled “alcoholic/addict” to recover, than the others because many of the enabling and co-dependant behaviors are looked upon as being “good people” by society/religion, when in actuality it is all one hugely deceptive game that modern life almost deems necessary for survival – but it is not. Humans need no devil; we create our own hell with hubris, lies and denial. Life deserves better.

Bleary eyed, the twisted stance and walk, the stink… …I have had enough of the blight addiction and its denial to last a lifetime. I don’t need to see, smell or hear of its bullshit anymore. Early on, the creatures have shown me a better way. I now honor that fully (as humanly possible) and feel much less encumbered for it.

The human family has very toxic and violent tendencies towards addiction. Those stuck in the web of addiction being very skilled at pointing the finger at someone else, or covering the stink with compensating behaviors, but living cleverly in denial of what defiles sanctuary.

Seems one often needs to wait on failing physical aptitudes that aging brings, so soul soundness can shine through. In weakness, strength is perfected. I am always left in awe of the wisdom living weaves.

AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) has been key to easing soul burdens caused by addiction. Its emphasis is a spiritual solution. The steps are what energy workers have known and asked for all along, but some closest to us, needed an outside web of accountability and noble sponsorship to make their soul come alive when the dumb down ties to this so subtle and accepted addiction are cut.


In my heart I do believe no one can handle alcohol/addiction. Denial/hubris makes humans think they can, but if we don’t have the where with all to leave it for a month, a year, a life time… we have no idea the detox that comes with it…the clarity, the lack of compensation with endless boasting, judgment and noise that comes out of our mouths or the others side of the coin, the shit you put up with that you shouldn’t.

This denial layer took a good year for the good folks at AA to break through with certain loved ones, it is the layer that kills many, also the layer that makes many sever relationships as the destruction mutilates the soul of those forced to witness the continual downward spiral of those mired in addictions.

We come by this toxicity unknowingly (we are a society born addicted and the layers are many), but self medicating with addictions only adds another layer of denial/compensation/pain many do not have the armour or patience for anymore.

Alcohol induced dementia, scoffed and laughed off by some, a nightmare for those caught in its choking grip. Nightmarish forgetfulness, surly behavior when truth is brought to the conversation, finances wrecked, just one instance experienced, then echoed as the dominoes begin to fall.

Everyone feels exempt, till societies illusions crumble and the opportunity to rebuild on a more secure foundation is accepted. Many will not step up to this gift, rather finding comfort at suckling their addictive breast, in lieu of detoxing their egos from chemical lies and finding a whole new soul strength along with a brand new reality and foundation of honesty. How social would you be without alcohol in the mix?

Many things that happen occasionally in early life will snowball in later years. Alcohol robs the bodies’ ability to uptake thiamine, as the mind forgets and fabricates stories to fill in the blanks; a condition called “wet brain” is well on its way. If it is not dealt with, consequence will be much more horrific, there comes very quickly a point of no return.

That is why there is confusion, filling in blanks with tales and the all too common “I can quit any time”, but decades later, still sucking the breast of addiction.

Others destroy the health of their digestive system. The vomiting or passing of blood, the body often sacrificing organs like the gallbladder to save the rest of the body, liver disease, still the debauchery continues. You really can’t quit anytime can you?

Addiction, denial, self-centeredness, dismissals, assumptions all behaviors woven to keep the addiction game alive. Ask for respectful boundaries and one can soon learn how much more important the bottle is, rather than honorable and humble relationship.

I am so proud of husband as we celebrate his upcoming 2 year birthday of sobriety. I know this soul journey of his was more difficult than any war fought, because it demands brutal honesty with one’s self. I wish more had his heart strength and follow through to open this precious gift.

I am so grateful to the humble angels at our local AA that were instrumental in this gift. Their knowledge of alcoholism, addiction and the gentle web of accountability they weave is a wonder to observe. Any being that owns both ends of the spectrum of power well, I call God. Easily spotted in creatures, often buried in humans, not the phony icing of “goodness” many put on, but a true Soul- potent being, not needing games or labels to prove their worth, just a whole soul reclaiming the broken bits of birthright and making peace with them – A God, no doubt!


A host of homeopathics, herbals and other modes of natural healing really help to stabilize and support the brain, nervous system, emotions and more during recovery…contact me if interested.





Blog – Osprey

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The Osprey, Sea Eagle, always shows herself when I walk the Labyrinth at the Neighborhood Church.

We have such lovely chats, she is a skilled hunter. She only takes what she needs, with precision and grace. She spends time in contemplation and  gratitude. May we all do the same the this beautiful Blue Moon.

Blog – Ego Detox

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Ego Detox, Judgment and Discernment


Ego dies a most horrible death. It will need its own detoxing, let alone that of the body.


We humans tie a great deal of worth to employment, position and the image portrayed to the rest of humanity (compensated states). Folks that have spent decades in careers that disappeared over the last few years, exposed the death defying learning process this is for human beings and the empowerment such beings learn after a period of ascertaining, valuing self from a soul level. For some taking a year or two, that is how long this detox/learning process can be when not clouded by additional layers of chemical addictions (Chemical detox alone will bring huge changes to a being, everyday, month and year that passes without the chemical addition. Those still needing socially acceptable numbing have no reference point to soul empowerment sans vice – it just is, the body cannot lie).


This is not something one “fixes”. The fix lies in undoing the patterns that got self into such positions, it is deep soul work. Most humans are so addicted to this generational fed pattern; they cannot see life outside this fool-hearted game and choose these self-limiting ways. It is very sad.


The homeopathic remedy Veratrum Album covers an extreme version of this “loss of position”. This remedy embodies the most cunning and extreme behavior, often hiding behind a mask of “religious righteousness/fanaticism” to attain survival at all costs (Delusion: God communication with, he is in).  Other rubrics include Restlessness, Loquacity, Liar, Deceitful, Squanders Money, Extravagance, and Shameless. There is a ruthlessness about this state that can be unnerving to witness.


In this state of extreme unbalance, those needing this remedy can often crucify those closest to them and completely, haughtily and shamelessly justify their actions; planted insights, volition not coming from self, to the extent of feigning illness to get what they want (a rubric in a few other remedies). A very dictatorial condition, those closest to them often describe them as “little Hitler’s”. A study of familial patterns will reveal this root/wound, running through several generations, seeking reconciliation.


The viciousness, with which this state can affect those closest, will often cause those marred by their actions to sever relations. Setting defined boundaries with this constitutional type can provoke impious reactions, or a dismissal with anyone that questions their egomania or motives.


As a handful of other homeopathic constitutions, omitting information vital to case taking is part of the overall picture. Strangely, the world is small place and getting smaller all the time, soul-knowingly, these folks will often weave an unforeseen web of accountability in other ways to point the homeopath. Such is the benevolence of the universe. Seems the planet cannot support our contriving any longer.


This is one of many constitutions that will have to bottom out, in health, career, family, finances and more, before the pieces of soul worth come together. Many will not. It seems ironic that in such an age, chemical alteration abounds and most choose the chaos of this familiar default mode, than to allow their soul potency to shine through and have a chance at a life they only dreamed of. One sees the offspring of alcoholic families seeking relief of these damaging family patterns in over prescribed meds, when homeopathy would address such soul aching mutilations with much more efface, but such spins the world we humans made.


When those in need of Ver. Alb. find balance, they can be quite joyful and uplifting to be around. Such is the counterpoise that can be found with homeopathy, provided such folks have the volition to seek release of entrapment of their “Veratrum Album” ways, or which ever remedy the individual needs.


This deeper look at one of many addictive patterns is close to home for many. It can be something completely missed, so cleverly hidden, so needed for families/societies/industries to “function”. A blueprint that will clearly trace back generations, and becomes easy to spot as it often abuses those closest (quite a few remedies address this pattern).


These methods of dysfunction operate through family and culture, no surprise industries carry-over similar malfunctions. Themes run through our lives, we can also see them in the environments we grow up and live in. Quite an eye opener when the delusion breaks, always thank the ones that help you grow into your soul potential.


In horse sport, multiple examples of the excess of the sycotic miasm, the destruction of the syphillic miasm abound; starting horses too young (soft bones enduring life long damage), running/showing in the midday heat of summer (while all other wild beings know this is time to “conserve” energy), a myriad of head/spine trauma inducing saddles, bridles and bits and yet, the horses so graciously give of themselves, humans always wanting more, ego doing damage at the expense of the physical self. Good hearted people stand by and say/do nothing because of the inability to self advocate of the cancer miasm – or worse yet, live under these driving mechanisms and unknowing believe they are “doing good”, while witnessing the useless death of so many young beings and somehow in their minds – justifying.


So many horses die at American race tracks, so many “unwanted” foals are born so their mothers can “wet nurse” the babes of mares deemed “expensive”, most of these beings suffer morose ends, as many show horses, slaughtered as a final thank you for all they gave for human ego at shows and racetracks. And still the game is played, because society is addicted; fill a hole that never fills, not yet weaned to stand on their own two feet.


Point such obvious incongruence out, and one gets labeled “judgmental”, because deeper homeopathic knowing is taken as an insult to the existence mistaken for a life. What is not known to the masses, are countless homeopathic soul journeys endured with many beings, that brings such well hidden and destructive patterns to attention and resolution. This is impartial observation at its best, yet labeled “judgmental” by those still stuck in unseen patterns so detrimental to life. Once freed from this hidden snare, there is no getting sucked down into these soul limiting games again.


One has to cut the “cord”, often beginning with those closest to self, to end the subtle and expected abuse such deeply hidden patterns exploit from. Only then, can such discernment even be observed impartially. It is an awakening and owning of self tendencies that one acknowledges its part in the whole of this game. It is a way for both parties to become weaned and stand on their own two feet. Everything is the opposite end of the same coin, in the middle, balance is found.


Those screaming “judgment” are often still stuck in these patterns, not yet matured in Spirit, to stop such damaging ego games needing justification. I love this aspect of homeopathy. I will cause an individual to cease feeding games society deems necessary. So much needless anguish becomes non-existence. A whole new normal needs to emerge once such exploitation of self stops. This is true empowerment and it is just delicious to observe. No longer the need to put a band-aid on a gunshot wound, it stops the trigger from being pulled.