Archangel Michael and Saint Gabriel.

In a recent mediumship session with a friend/client both archangel Michael and Saint Gabriel showed up and offered guidance. First archangel Michael, who was very clear, strict and stern about his views that day about the topic in question. His guidance was understood as very inflexible by the client (and myself) and we learned about how angels work, operate and serve. They serve unquestioningly and immediately always. Then (he wants to be called) Saint Gabriel showed up and I could feel what he has said, that even though he is thought of as an archangel, he really is more of a saint, in the saint group. His guidance offered on the same topics were gentle, compassionate and very flexible in how, flexible on the time line and all over kind and non intrusive. I learned that day that the reason guidance comes in differently at different times, it is because it depends on who you talk to up there. They all have different opinions, purposes and agendas just as we all do down here. : )

Archangel Saint Gabriel and the Golden Ones.

About a year and a half ago I had a bad mountain bike accident right in town, right in the middle of traffic. I fell really hard and had the breath knocked out of me completely. I needed help to get up and couldn't see anything but white light. Everything was White Light, the sky, the mountains, the road, buildings and cars. Everything was just white. I could make out all the people that gathered around because, even though they appeared as ovals of white light, these ovals were surrounded by about an inch of a golden aura. So in the ocean of white light there were these ovals of golden auras floating about.

There is much more to this story, but I will try to keep it short. I regained my normal sight after about 15 minutes (after I said "no!" three times, refusing the invitation to go home with the angels, it seems). I refused to go to the hospital but allowed the friendly police woman to drive me home, which she insisted on. I cracked three ribs (oh, that's painful) which I didn't feel until the following morning.

Immediately after the accident I could feel that my regular spirit guides were not present with me. So I asked; "who's there?" and the answer came; "We are the Golden Ones." I didn't know them, nor had I ever heard of them and I was just really annoyed because I had just come into a good working relationship with my, up until then, peeps; Mother Mary and archangel Michael. I refused to start over with new guides and didn't want to have to learn about these new ones working style, communication style and so on. I asked for Michael and Mother Mary back. And I got them back after a few weeks.

During this past year archangel Gabriel has introduced himself to me more and more as a spirit guide that is in charge of building up my earthly life. He wants me to call him Saint Gabriel. I was at first kind of intimidated by his presence and felt overwhelmed, he was SO bright. As time went on and he continued to show himself as a part of my team, I have come to accept that he is there.

During a meduimship session I was doing for a client/friend just the other day, archangel Garbiel came in and showed himself closely surrounded by a group of his helpers, and they were all of them glowing a golden light. And I realized that these were the Golden Ones, headed by archangel Saint Gabriel !!! I have incorporated them now more acceptingly into my life and also my work with people in mediumship sessions. Now finally the Golden Ones make sense to me. : )

Morfar.

Yes, I remember ... always will.
Thank you for your ever love and guidance.

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Rumi's birthday.

On the 17th of December I had been so fortunate to have been invited to this extraordinary event, Rumi's birthday celebration with performance artist Gabrielle Young performing Rumi poetry accompanied by excellent musicians. (click on image below).

The evening began with passionately read Rumi poetry with soulful and beautiful music illustrating the words perfectly. As soon as she started reading the room filled with spiritual fire and I burned hot and so did many others I am sure. After a long while of this fire of the spirit it calmed down a bit and then began burning again off and on. The words and the reading of the words transported one into other places and it was like satsang totally. The fire, the heat and the burning.

After a long performance of gorgeous poetry the room was cleared of chairs and open space was created for Sufi dancing, dervish whirling for those who wanted. I didn't want to, just wanted to sit on the side lines and observe. Many partook and the music was ecstatic and it took me by surprise that my legs carried me to the floor and I began to move as well.

We had been instructed in how to whirl and it wasn't difficult, or so it seemed, it shouldn't be difficult. With arms reached out to the sides, with right hand turned up as in receiving and the left hand turned down as in giving and with eyes on ones left hand one was to walk counter clockwise around ones left leg and turn as fast or as slowly as one could. As I started turning I found that it was an extraordinarily focused exercise. I had to concentrate completely on what I was doing or I would stumble and fall. I kept my eyes on my left hand and focused my attention on my chakras and staying aligned. I felt my chakras align and open to the earth and to the sky. It was an extraordinary experience of focus and concentration. I managed to do one and a half song and then my body stopped at exactly the right step and I found that my body knew what to do perfectly. My arms closed in around me and I stood for a while and then went to sit down. The meditation I entered was like none I had experienced before. Perfect alignment and clarity and focus, even though most of the group was dancing all around me wildly and ecstatically to the drum beat and only a few had managed to remain focused on the whirling.

This has been an extraordinary experience for me, the whirling. Surprising and powerful. All evening, after the performance, at a gathering at this woman's house, my head was spinning and it was hard to talk and concentrate on conversation. The following day my head was spinning still and I felt it in my whole body. I had to sit for a while in meditation with one hand turned up and the other turned down, with a cat in my lap, and slowly find balance, calm and centeredness again.

After that I went to the Buddhist stupa up the road from my house and sat there by myself for a while and experienced my head clear finally of all mental debris that comes from so much heavy thought pollution.

So now I can't think, again. All I do is watch, observe, if even that. All that which is meant to be will be and I have no thoughts about it.

I am blank.

Communing with nature.

There is nothing I enjoy more and nothing that feed my soul better than that which I am now doing, communing with nature.

Every day starting two years ago when I found myself only being able to sit under this majestic tree (that the other threes called his highness, there was also the general about two blocks away, far too powerful a tree). All I could do for almost a year was to spend time on this tiny lot under such a wonderful, calming, wise and serene tree, where I wrote poetry, did healing work and readings for the few people in the house I was living in.

Then I was fortunate enough to be shipped out to Sedona where I spent almost a year in Page Springs on a property by the creek where the land had amazingly spiritual and sacred energy. There I sat, mostly, under the willow trees in a swing looking over the pond. I sat there summer, fall, winter and spring; wrote, fought demons (believe it or not) and absorbed the healing energies. I saw the willow trees lush and green, turn to a bright golden yellow and then loose all their leaves and rest totally naked against the sky. I wondered if they would ever come alive again but they did, miraculously, in the spring and all of a sudden the grey and brown landscape turned lush and emerald green again and saturated with bird song.

I laid in one of the many hammocks at night looking at the stars and the moon with my cat on my belly, in the winter wrapped in layers and layers of warm clothes and heavy blankets. Or I sat in the garden furniture at Christmas, dressed very warmly, looking at the stars and the Christmas lights in the courtyard and at the far off neighbors. I stayed within the fences of the compound afraid to take walks or long hikes by myself because of the mountain lion who had a cub. I made contact with many animals and agreements with some but the mountain lion was not at all interested in agreeing with me that she would not hurt me or mine if I left her and hers alone. Rather she was intrigued that I communicated with her and she let me know it was interesting to know we were there as a food source and there was no agreement. She did eventually wander further away, but I never stepped outside of the fence alone. Kept in place as I was supposed to be, I guess.

I have also spent some weeks up in Oak Creek Canyon and in West Sedona and where ever I am in this land of Arizona, Sedona area, it is magical. Oak Creek Canyon is totally different from the desert of Sedona, it is lush and full of trees and nature healing. But Sedona too has amazing healing energies just in the land and the rocks and mountains. I happen to be in quite a green and lush area with lots of trees and flowering bushes. Lucky me. I think someone is watching over me and bringing me to all these places. God knows I was nature starved in L.A. and suffered from it severely.

Now here on this property where we are staying for the time being, we have become foster parents to a baby bird who the cats dragged into the house one morning. The baby bird refused to die, woke me up screaming bloody hell laying flat on her back, wings outstretched, with her beek open wide and the little kitten just looking at her not knowing what to do. I know my biz partner loves animals and loves to save them (even ants) so we rescued, of course, the baby bird and he placed it in a storage box from the garage and went to the pet store and bought bird food for baby birds that he has to mix with water and feed to her with a dropper. A woman in the community who rescues birds lent us a bird cage. Baby bird healed up quickly and has taken to my partner as a surrogate mother, rides on his shoulder and such. The baby bird (who we named Louisa:) is almost grown now and I have taught her to fly by letting her practice in the master bedroom. She was not aiming very well and couldn't land gracefully but she's getting better. She is not interested in leaving, is very affectionate and not at all afraid of the cats.

We had a baby skunk wanting to live with us a few months ago but I decided she'd be better off with her own kind. She too was so loving and great with the cat. (Skunk's story.) And we tried a couple of weeks ago to save a baby bunny who had been hurt but sadly she expired peacefully.

Now, the last few days, my biz partner who has moved his office outside onto the back patio overlooking the pool (loves the outdoors) has been visited by praying mantises a couple of times. This morning there are two praying mantises sitting on his desk just communing with him. I had to look it up on - line what message they brought; stillness, patience, reflection, listening, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I am thrilled to have this intimacy with animals and with nature, trees and flowers. It is so good for my soul and gives me a feeling of coming home to something that is real and makes sense. It is soul nurturing and it is healing for the soul and for my very being. I don;'t think I could live without closeness to an abundance of plants and wild animals. They are so cool.

Angels in the night.

My angels deep at night;


What does it matter if you're not happy?

What does anything matter if you're not happy?

Nothing random in the Tao.

There have been no random experiences in my life. I've never met anyone, hung out with anyone or dated anyone who wasn't connected to my work, path and purpose. Every place I have ever been have been perfectly arranged to support my becoming, my path; the world of magic and the sacred; my work, my purpose, my service.

Everyone I have ever met have been a person of magic, spirituality or healing. All this is expressed in absolutely everything in my life. Nothing has been random or accidental or subtracted from the flow of the Greater Whole. Everything has been apart of my becoming and my service.

Absolutely everything has been meticulously calculated to fit into the plan for me. And for me it is all about my purpose; my work, my service to people, the earth, the world, the grids and the Plan.

I have always felt it. Always been pulled through space and time, pulled forcefully from one place and experience to another, to the next and the next. IT pulling me towards ITSELF; destiny, forcefully, always.

Never had a friend, never socialized with, never dated, never had a lover, never lived any place and never experienced anything that wasn't linked to IT. Everything else has been totally kept out of my life, all distractions removed.

I look for a normal life with normal things and experiences, but it is out of my reach, always was. My whole life laid out in perfection. There was no private life. Everything was and is connected to my path and purpose. No people or experiences are just for me, it's all for the IT; for the purpose, the becoming and the work.

I've known for a long time - my life was given to God on the day I was born.

Living divorce.

"Divorce . . . you haven't really lived
until you've been through one of those."

(Shirley McLaine in "Rumor has it".)

Like snakes.

My whole life is one long drawn out shamanic journey; deep and strange. Like a snake slithering on the ground it is.

I don't have normal experiences. I have synchronicities, serendipities, miracles and mysteries. I have questions that are answered through life and life that answers questions.

The places that feed me and stimulate me are old, ancient and full of experiences. People who interest me are other shamanic movers who like snakes move through the shadows, like Louisiana blues. These, my people, are everywhere; New York City underground, New Orleans, Santa Monica mountains, in the winters, in the forests, in the hills and in the trees. They are poets, artists, musicians . . . endless soul travelers.

Food for my soul.

When I lived in Santa Barbara a couple of years ago I realized that I had never fed my soul, never had felt that my soul had ever been nurtured, ever. It was an entirely new concept for me to think of. I began to wonder what exactly would feed my soul, how I could nurture my soul and feed myself soul nurturing, which I realized was critical in enjoying life, which is the only thing your supposed to do, enjoy life. So now, I fill my soul with the enjoyment of nature and animals which I realized was the two top things that I felt filled me.

I sit in a lawn chair on the drive way early in the morning and watch the sun come up over the mountains with the dog sitting in zen position, slightly meditating to my left and my cat laying in the flower bed to my right and both of them together with me watching the day arrive.

I walk along the country road almost at dusk when it is cool enough here in the Arizona summer and smell the pine trees, watch the tiny bats fly over my head and see how the air turns pink as the sun goes down.

I sit in the garden at night under the stars and hear my cat tell me all her stories, showing me that the inter-dimensional space between matter here in Sedona is wider and more open than the crowded spaces in between matter in Covina where the night is so full and magical and where the trees and bushes sing.

I feed the dog and the three cats in the evening and watch how they go about each other calmly and how the cats help each other get enough to eat. I watch their dialog and receive the deep affection of all animals especially after they are fed and can relax and socialize. I hang out with them a little bit each evening in this balmy weather.

I enjoy warmth like you can't even imagine having grown up in the very, very north with ice, dark and snow most of the year, aching for the sun and flowers. Oh, yeah, flowers, do I ever enjoy flowers, flowers in flower beds and flowers in nature. When I need a break what I love to do is to go outside and just sit in the garden and hear the wind through the tree tops and calmly write some poetry about it.

I do enjoy beautiful surroundings, they're even necessary for my well-being and coping with life. I love little stone cottages in the country set on a hill side, over grown with flowers and with views over a valley with lots of trees. I also love huge, old castles that set the imagination on fire of how people might have lived in the way past; how they lived and loved and what thy might have experienced or endured. Our times must be so much easier then the way past. I guess a good life comes and goes.

It fills me up to decorate space, space design. Creating atmospheres, comfort and different feelings through filling a space with beautiful and comfortable things and places to lounge and relax. Love that, and having friends over that will lounge in the space I am creating.

I enjoy walking through art galleries and explore how creativity speaks through other people into manifest beauty for all to enjoy. Art of course is the language of the soul and so allowing my soul to express through art; poetry, photography, painting, dance and gently communicating philosophically with friends. These are things that feed my soul.