Canine Energy Healing

After I pray to the Divine Spirit, I prepare a comfortable place for Daisy to rest. Then I smudge the bedroom with burning sage and an abalone shell and lower her bed with a plush blanket. It is her favorite. As I start the healing practice, I start to relax my own body, conscious of where my tension manifests. I then start saying affirmations in my head. "Daisy is going to sleep. Daisy is feeling the calming energy. Daisy is relaxing and lying down."

I cradle her little body in my hands. As she begins various calming behaviors--licking, sniffing, scratching, yawning, or shaking off, my touch gets light as a feather. At times, I only use my fingernails to stroke her back and create circles where I think they will feel best. She fights the feeling of going under, much as my son did when he was a baby and about to undergo surgery. But eventually, Daisy gives in and settles down to sleep. Good night, Daisy, sweet dreams.

NOTE: As I begin to use healing energy, a light bulb overhead pops. A few minutes later, a second bulb pops, and then the third flashes a streak of light across the room. The light fixture was find before the healing but hasn't been the same since as if a circuit was blown.

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The Grass Isn't Always Greener

Some of you will remember the expression "The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence." Some of you may have even used it. It is very easy, particularly in these times of high unemployment and difficulty in achieving a high level of education, to think someone else has it better than we do. This can lead us to feelings of inferiority because Madison Avenue tells us we must be thinner, richer, prettier, or better educated in order to be happy. I assure you that this is not the case.

My sister-in-law lives in Arizona. She was married to a very good looking guy who was a financial analyst with a major bank. They had the big house and three kids who were all on the honor roll. She didn't have to work and was a stay-at-home mom. I often felt she had it so much better than I did. My husband was a loser. We didn't have the big house and I was always humping to find some kind of work to help make ends meet.

One day, her husband was arrested. He was a youth pastor at a church and confessed to fondling an eight-year-old boy. He spent several months with Sheriff Joe Arpaio and Terri had to work for a mortgage company in order to survive. It was 2008, and the company folded due to the recession. The only job she could find was baby sitting her grandchildren. Julian got out of prison and as you can imagine, couldn't work for the bank anymore. The only job he could get was working for a cheap credit counseling place that didn't offer health insurance. Joanie is a brittle diabetic and her sister, who is a retired registered nurse, says she isn't getting the medical care she needs to handle it.

I wouldn't trade places with her, not anymore. I couldn't stand to have that man in my house, let alone my bed, but it doesn't seem as if she has any choice.

In the 1970s, Farrah Fawcett was the "it" girl. She rose to fame with an iconic poster of her in a red swimsuit and took the country by storm in her role as Jill Munroe on the first season of the television show, "Charlie's Angels." Girls everywhere were requesting to have their hair styled like Farrah's, a cascade of frothy blonde locks that framed her face like angel's wings, and Men's Health named her number 31 on the list of the 100 Hottest Women of All Time. She married actor Lee Majors, who had his own hit series, and lived on a sprawling ranch which was featured in a spread in People magazine.

It looked like she had everything and even after she and Majors divorced, she took up with another entertainer hottie, Ryan O'Neal.

I'll admit, I was jealous. In high school, I was a shy, demure girl who had no idea what she'd do with her life. Farrah was on top of the world and I would have traded my life with hers in a heartbeat. But as the years peeled away, hard times fell on Farrah and now I wouldn't want to be her for anything.

In her 60s, she was diagnosed with anal cancer. She underwent surgery and endured chemotherapy, only to have the cancer return. Told by doctors that she needed a colonoscopy, she turned to alternative treatments in Germany which ultimately failed her. She lost her beautiful mane of hair, and her son, a drug addict, was released from custody at a detention center so that he could say his final good-bye in shackles. The woman who seemed to have everything was now dead.

I wouldn't want to be Farrah. Her life has made mine look pretty tame by comparison.

Michael Jackson, Phil Spector, Bob Filner, Randy Duke Cunningham were all on top of the world at one point. But that is a tenuous place to land. Each of them has fallen from grace as many highly successful people do. And that is why it is so important to turn our focus inward. Instead of envying everyone else, we have to turn the focus inward and count our blessings.

We may not be rich and famous, but we all have something that others do not.

There was a young man who graduated with a bachelor's degree from Polytechnic University in 1920. He soon found that he was unemployable. He felt like a failure. He thought about ending his own life because he was a burden on his parents. His friend took pity on him and got him a clerical job at the Swiss patent office. He worked there while dreaming about science which was his true passion. The man's name was Albert Einstein. In 1999, the editors of Time magazine named him the person of the century because of his contributions in science.

But during his lifetime, his cosmological constant (lambda) was inserted into his theory of general relatively to force the equations to predict a stationary universe in keeping with physicists' thinking at the time. It then became clear that the universe was actually expanding and Einstein called the constant his "biggest blunder."

Decades after his death, scientist revived his cosmological constant to explain a mysterious force called dark energy that seems to counteract gravity causing the universe to expand at an accelerating pace.

This is one reason why it is important to love ourselves, independently of what other people think. No one is right all of the time, and no one lives the perfect life. We must be gentle with ourselves at all times, in order to truly live a happy life.

Making the Best of the Holidays

Life often gives us a bitter pill to swallow. That is why I feel we need God in our lives. But God has become a dirty word in our society and other places in the world. Spirit is more popular in today's culture although many people claim they don't believe in anything at all.

Not true. Members of our materialistic society still believe that Christmas means spending a lot of money. For those of us who don't have much, this can be devastating, particularly when we can't buy our children the latest X-box or tablet. We want more than anything for our children to fit in, to be much happier than we were when we were young.

Most people lose sight of the true meaning of Christmas  in favor of worshipping Black Friday or discount shopping. They'll beat each other up, mace and trample over their fellow shoppers in order to get the best deal. The true meaning of the holiday is lost on most people. Love is the reason for the season and not who gets what.

There are many ways to celebrate that you won't see Madison Avenue advertising very soon. I know for a fact, that a lot of money isn't needed if you shift the focus of what the holiday season is all about.

As a single mother, I didn't have much to spend on my daughter when it came to Christmas presents. I did manage to charge an X-box on a credit card one year, but for the most part, I bought her Christmas presents at discount stores. And to this day, she claims that it didn't make a difference in her happiness. She w as just as excited to find coloring books and a doll under our tiny Christmas tree as she would have been finding anything else. And what I had to give that wealthier parents didn't have was time. Together she and I baked and decorated cookies, read books by candlelight, and ate dinner in the homes of our fellow church members.

I have a testimony that the holidays are what you make them. If you choose to be lonely and unhappy you will be. If you choose to make the most of what you do have and not what you don't, you will invite love and happiness into your life.

This year, my daughter is far away. She is mad at me and so I don't even have an address for her and her husband. I can sit around and sulk, or I can show myself a good time. One amazing thing that I've experienced already was spending an afternoon at the Holiday Open House of Senator Mark Wyland. One of his aids had helped me with a real estate matter this year, and I guess she added me to the list of invitees. What an experience it was to hobnob with some of San Diego's most prominent politicians! I had some great chili, tacos, and gingerbread bundt cake too!

On the eighth, I'll travel south to watch The Messiah at The Village Church in Rancho Santa Fe. I was in attendance at the Christmas eve performance and it was very inspiring.

It may not be the as exhilarating as watching family members unwrap gifts on Christmas morning, and I still hope to do that one day. But many people around the world would love to take my place. I've got my health, a roof over my head, food on my table, and the loving support of the Spirit and my archangels. In essence, I've got everything I truly need.

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

I have been so upset about my upcoming lawsuit against the city and the county. I can't get support from anybody. The Escondido Police say the fact that M. hurt me is my fault. I should have called the police. The patient advocate I contacted said the matter was the fault of the Escondido Police, and the attorney I talked to said it was M.'s fault.

Everyone to blame except the people who are responsible.

I have contacted everyone I could think of in order to get resolution to no avail. I am either danced around by underlings who aren't going to do anything about my complaint, or not responded to at all. Officials, lawyers, and anyone else I could think of have pretty much blown me off.

But today, talking to Mike Phillips, director for Patient Advocacy was the last straw. He didn't think that the fact that the PERT Team (Psychiatric Emergency Response Team) did anything wrong even though they yelled at me, pawed through my purse, and took me in handcuffs on a 5150 all because I mentioned a prominent doctor's name and said he abused me. He has a buddy on the force, a very good buddy...

Deep in despair, I came home and sat at my makeshift shrine. I shuffled my ascension cards and prayed to the divine spirit for help. Lo and behold, Spirit came through for me and what she said was truly awesome.

The first card I drew was the nature card. I encourages me to go outside and get fresh air. I have often drawn a similar card from my archangel oracle deck. It suggests spending time outdoors to get away from troubles.

The second card was the water card which was also helpful. Water carries pure divine love and special qualities that can assist ascension. It advises to ask Poseidon and Neptune to cleanse emotions, emotionally based illnesses, and relationship difficulties.

My guidance was to bless water everywhere to bring it into the fifth dimension.

The third card was truly astounding and a great blessing for my soul. I couldn't have asked for anything better and I thank the great Spirit for it. Lady Portia had come to call. She is known as the Goddess of Justice. What could be more comforting than knowing that no matter what the outcome of my hearing, the Lord of Karma will temper justice with mercy and balance. All of a sudden I feel so safe and assured.

According to the card, Lady Portia is calling on you to review an aspect of my life or relationships to bring it full into the Fifth Dimension. I was advised to be generous hearted, open-minded, and fair, and step aside from judgment, and then my Ascension path will be showered with gold.

Thank you, Spirit, for the greatest possible reading. I appreciate it more than words can say.

The History of Healing

After leaving the Mormon church, I began to hop from place to place, trying to find a new spiritual base. Nothing really worked until I got kicked out of my chair a year after my dad passed away from cancer. I believe he prompted me to visit the place I had been to so long ago.

I was once a patient care volunteer for Elizabeth Hospice. I was sent to sit with an elderly lady while her daughter visited her doctor. While at the house, I saw a pamphlet for Harmony Grove Spiritualist Association and was a little stunned to see that members believed in talking to dead people.

But after the initial shock, I realized how lovely it would be to contact that many people I knew who were on the other side. At fifty one years of age, I had already lost almost everybody I had ever known.

So on that day in 2011, I began to attend the healing and church services. Amazingly, it was the first time ever that I met people exactly like myself.

The mediums who gave spirit greetings were quick to point out that I had gifts. "You have the capacity to light a stadium" one medium said. Another emphasized, "You've got gifts but you let others hold you down." But perhaps it was Ray who gave me the most important message of all. "When I touch your aura, I feel electricity," he said, "If you are inclined that way, I believe you can do readings."

I was also told along the way that I was a healer. While I have taken classes at the Harmony Grove Institute, I have also embarked on my own course of study. As a result of recommendations on Amazon, I purchased the book, Hands on Healing by Jack Angelo. The following is a summary of the history of healing:

Angelo credits the Spiritualist religion for providing a place where could be practiced legally beyond the Christian church setting prior to 1951. "Healing owes a debt to spiritualism," Angelo says, "for fostering its development, but, in the public mind, this has led to the association of spiritual healing with the beliefs and practices of spiritualism. The fact is that some healers are spiritualists but many are not."

Angelo mentions that the most natural thing is to put a hand over a place which is hurting. "It may be over your own body, someone else's, or an animal's body, a plant or part of the living earth. The universal impulse arises from the truth that the hand has the power to heal. It is the basis of all healing."

"In ancient times," Angelo says, "there was no division between body, mind, and spirit so that energy was understood as a force which permeated this trinity. All things originated from the same spiritual source and this was the same source of healing energies."

Angelo goes on to blame the development of science and the shift in religious outlook, particularly in the west, for separating the spiritual from the material world. The two worlds, instead of penetrating each other and mingling with each other, became separated.

The persecution of psychics and healers outside the Christian church is also to blame. Much fear and ignorance surround our healing birthright.

Medicine and health have evolved without a spiritual base, attitudes to human beings and illness derived from current scientific thinking alone. By the seventeenth century, the Newtonian world view encouraged doctors to think of us as a series of mechanical systems controlled by a bio-computer, the brain. The soul part of us, Angelo says, if it existed at all was the domain of the Church. The coming of the Industrial Revolution in the eighteenth century, driven by scientific inventions, caused many thinkers to question the direction in which materialism was heading.

Eventually, the gift of healing was returned to the people and would soon be powerfully demonstrated. This would be accompanied by a reawakening to true spirituality which would herald a new age.

Love and Peace

I believe consciousness is awareness and how to put things that happen to you in perspective. I believe that we all must have love and peace inside before we can find it on the outside. We generate our own good and bad experiences.

Have I gained anything this year? I sure have. I now realize the destructiveness of my relationship and why people are so hurting to me. I may hurt them too, but I have and open mind and some people are not there spiritually yet. They cannot give and receive. They can only receive because of their limited growth.

I will turn my intellect toward writing and not hurting. I will pursue making a living so that I am in need of no one. This should occupy my mind and even draw people to me. I don't need to attract them based on need.

When All Else Fails, Pray

I sat on the edge of my bed, awash in despair and tears. I'm still hurting even though it's been more than a month since I last saw him. I hate him for what he did to me. I miss him most of all. I obsess on what he did to me. He loved me, he said, and yet it was so easy for him to say good-bye...

Not only did my ex abuse me emotionally and sexually, when I went for help to get rid of him six months earlier, I got my ass kicked. The police officer behind the counter signaled to the PERT Team that I was accusing him of rape. Why would I do it? I wouldn't. Never in a million years. I said that he was harassing me and badgering me for sex all night. No matter how much he got he always wanted more. I was stuck in an abusive situation and because he was a doctor, an officer at Escondido Police Department and buddy of his in the ER, lied to protect him.

I was interrogated, yelled at, and my purse was snatched. My wallet was emptied. Officer Bond took my driver's license so I had to come back to get it the next day. I was accused of "trying to destroy the career of a prominent physician" and Naomi Cooper snatched my phone and said she was going to call my abuser. "No!"

When they returned, I was told to stand up and put my hands behind my back. Why?

"You are trying to set up a prominent physician."

"Why would I? Michael needs help."

The officers closed in on me and I pressed myself against the wall. "You're as bad as he is," I cried. And as the cuffs were snapped onto my wrists by Officer Bond, I cried out Michael's name.

I was taken to the hospital where Michael worked and still is, I believe, occasionally a consultant. I was afraid he'd be there because Cooper made the call. I was waiting in a room all by myself after submitting blood and urine. On the other side of the room, a door opened and an older man with gray hair and blue scrubs entered the room. I thought it was Michael. I almost fainted. I trembled and my brain swam in my head. What was he going to do to me?

Michael is diabolical. He'd never be the guy who puts a gun to your head and pulls the trigger. He's the kind of guy who'd sneak into your room in the middle of the night and inject you with a fatal dose of something awful.

Just when I thought I couldn't cope, I realized the man in scrubs wasn't him. Thank God! But now I sit alone and the question is why? Later, I logged onto the PERT Team website and read that not only are PERT Team members supposed to conduct respectful and professional interviews, if hospitalization is necessary, a team member will sit with you until the social worker comes. And no one is here with me (Thank God again), but then why was I there on a 5150?

Because doctors have more power than mere mortals. Because life isn't fair.

I was grateful when a social worker said I could go home. But even she knows that something is fishy. Why didn't she ask who the president was? Why didn't she ask if I knew what year it is? She didn't ask because she could see I was oriented. She knew I didn't belong there.

So now I sit on the edge of the bed, reliving the events for the one hundredth time that day. Michael is probably out making millions of dollars and probably won't even think about me today.

When I'm at the end of my rope, when there is nowhere else to go, no one left to ask for help, I always find comfort in my angels. I close my eyes and call to them...Archangel Raphael, Archangel Michael, any angel out there, please come to me.

I suddenly feel tranquilized. The nausea has gone away. I settle back on the bed and snuggle into the blankets. I feel so warm and comforted. My little dog, Daisy, curls up by my side. I am tranquil and serene. When I look up, I see angels above the bed. There must be seven or eight. They are wrapped in robes of rose and indigo blue and have their tiny hands held out in strategic places above my body. They are giving me a healing!

I feel the energy flow through me. The tension and stress fade away. For the first time in months I feel whole again. And until the effects wear off a few hours later, I'm happy.