On the bus today, I stood by the driver that was on radio with the manager to figure out the accurate stop for my destination. Aside from this call, he was engaged in conversation telling me about his 25-years as a driver, growing up in Turkey, immigrating… all the while his eyes on the road.
At one stop another woman and her young child boarded the bus. She bought a ticket and they – she and the driver – began chatting, about what I don't know. She was standing where I had stood. While they were engaged I turned to see the length of the bus that was behind me. Mostly a hall on wheels of empty blue seats, save a man and his wife, both in their +80s. He had tight facial muscles that pulled the decades of his life into a hard point. He started yelling, at me! Bewildered by his tension yet totally calm. I just looked at the maps in his face. It was like watching a movie with the volume turned down. Maybe he thought I didn't hear him the first time? Which is partially true. He raised his voice, rose from his seat and began pointing at the chair ordering me to sit down. I should add: he was speaking Dutch. Hardpoint Faceman: #@%3zitten##&%*)W!!!!! Me: I don't appreciate you yelling at me. Hardpoint Faceman: #@%3^zzzzitttteeennnn&@#*!!!!! Me: I really don't appreciate you yelling at me. It isn't necessary. His wife shared the tense "I expect everyone else to manage my expectations so I can feel in control and not breathe in humanity" hard point face as her husband. Wife: #@(%Y#*(93zit$!!!! Me: I don't appreciate you yelling at me. It isn't necessary. They seemed astonished. I was breaking their expectations, their rules. Their tension began to melt exposing more of their eyes. Oh, there is somebody home! It is perfectly acceptable to stand on the bus. Asking the driver for directions is also not unusual. I imagined how it was for them as children. They are old enough to remember a time where order and control was a matter of life or death and time when all the bicycles in Amsterdam were black. Follow the rules. Be normal. Don't stand out! I threatened that bubble of (their perceived) safety with respect and compassion by simply being myself. Though they may have felt uncomfortable for a moment, the confrontation, direction and gentleness caused a necessary stir. One that tells the body in a deeper way when everything is OK. That fight, flight, freeze doesn't have to be a red alert status 24/7. And, it doesn't. It shouldn't. But, it is too easy to forget. Too easy to #@%3zitten##&%*)W!!!!! So I remind my dear readers with my tale of the bus. Dankjewel! ^i^ #Vegus #TRE #Breathing #RealORPerceivedThreats #Freedom #Alignment #PublicTransportation #InUitChecken Yesterday at XD Service, two sincere mature heart-felt (non-sentimental) comments that sent my tears streaming, with the feeling being recognized for my commitment to aid people grow their soul compass, strength and multidimensional abilities, consciousness and relationships, as well as respect for life: "Thank you for teaching us." says one woman. "That you for opening your home." says another. After decades of teaching and literally opening my home to people, this meant a lot to me. My Irish-American grandfather was one of the first in the United States to be award the new rank of Chief Master Sergeant (E-9 pay grade). He served in the OSS, precursor to the CIA. When he saw goodness in an inmate of the jail he was also chief of, he would unlock the cell, put them in his car, drive him home and invite him to the dinner table with his wife and three daughters beside him. He was giving those young men (that did stupid s**t) an experience to realize they could choose differently. After the meal, he took them back to jail where they finished their term. My German grandmother was orphaned with her sisters during the war. Russians were dropping bombs and she was told to take cover in a bomb shelter. My grandmother, all 5' 3'' of her would have nothing to do with hiding in the dark. "If they want to kill me they have to drop a bomb on my head!" Instead of hiding, she stole food and found a way to give it to prisoners of war that were trying to stop the madness. What qualities these two met in each other bound with a faith in themselves, in humanity, in God; what regard, courage and dignity. Thank you! So those comments yesterday, touch more that our brief history together: they touch timeless faith. I'm honored to have you as students. To have the feeling of trust for you, to experience your integrity and how you respect life. Thank you for being in mine. In Light, Tuaca ^i^ #Morality #Integrity #Commitment #NoCryingInBaseball #RegardForLife #RespectForProcess #RoomForEmotions #SemperFi #CourageousGrandparents #HealingIsForEveryone #Gratitude #Appreciation #ThankYou Earlier this week a medical procedure I elected to have was performed by a team of four women. I wasn't expecting such a party yet I was very pleased that each woman was warm, friendly and professional.
Before going in, the doctor informed me of the two steps involved in the operation. The first would possibly include the use of local anesthesia, the second general anesthesia, something she knew in advance I didn't want. Respecting my wishes she was still obliged, understandably so, to make sure I knew this was usually performed under general anesthesia, that it could be very painful, "You won't remember anything." she said. Me: "I want to remember everything!" She agreed to move forwards without. During the first step of the procedure, I felt my body go into shock. Me: "My body is going into shock." (moments later) Me: "I'm starting to sweat and my hearing is fading. My body is going into shock." Doctor: "That's common." She gave assurance I wouldn't fall on the floor. I didn't think I would but I took great comfort in her attention, communication and initiative. Doctor: "Do you feel as though you are going to pass out?" Me: "Yes, but I'm not going to." I was fascinated by the (uncomfortable) experience and feeling about pain and the survival mechanisms of my body. She gave me a local anestetic and made one more plea for me to consider the general. Doctor: "We have 30-minutes left. If we use the anesthesiologist I have to call them now." I want to remember everything. We began without general. I closed my eyes and called a meeting with my guides, angels and other people in XD reality/in spirit close to me. Doctor: "How are you? Still with us?" I gave a 'thumbs up' gesture. My multidimensional meeting brought immense joy and gratitude, and a smile to my face. I had permagrin throughout. At one point I laughed out loud. Doctor: Was that a laugh? Me: "Yes!", I managed with a wiggling thumb and giggle. There was one stream/visit that brought many people I've had the privilege to help with their health. I smiled more, seeing so many faces and people I care about, I was feeling so happy. And as I reviewed these faces... it struck me: they care about me too. It was quite a revelation. Doctor: How are you doing? Still with us? Me: (Thumb up) Doctor: "You're doing amazing!" Me: (Smiling. Yeah, I am. So are you!) When the operation was done. I sat up, raised my arms in the air, "Yahoo! We did it!" They laughed. One doctor made distinct eye contact with me and said, "We've never done this before. We ALWAYS use general anesthesia." She began an investigation, asking what I did experience during the proceedure and how I felt in the moment. Her questions found my appreciation. I left the table to retrieve my clothes. They weren't wear I left them. Woman: "I moved them here." She pointed to the recovery bed. (But that bed wouldn't be used by me. No general anesthesia, no purpose for the bed.) I got dressed and thanked each person. They really did a good job and it was nice to be cared for. Upon saying goodbye, the doctor said, "I will remember you." I'll remember them too! My bliss and grace carried me home. I made myself a cup of tea, crawled into bed, and passed out. Thank you doctors, guides, my body and the kitten that sat right on the operation site, to purr. Yeah team! THANK YOU for the collective conversation and eternal work. Blessings... In Light, Tuaca ^i^ #ClearMindClearBody #SurgeryWithOutAnesthesia #GreatTeam #Gratitude #Faith #Communication The over-ear headphones didn't reveal what track I was listening to last night, but the device itself is certainly noticeable. My evening stroll met with a detour: several police officers adjacent to barricaded segments of sidewalk on either side of where they stood in the middle of the street. I approached one officer – an exceptionally tall man – and asked for directions indicating that my destination was on the other side of this unusual configuration. The officer told me I could walk down the middle of the street, close to the parked cars. Automotive traffic, scooters, bicyclists were also making their way at a slow pace, yet I wanted to be sure. I thanked him, replaced the headphones and continued homeward.
Perhaps a minute later, another officer wearing graying hear, a tense face and big hat stood before be. He pointed his gloved finger at me. It seemed his face became more tense with this gesture. His mouth was moving but Robin Thicke was singing about Blurred Lines and I couldn't hear what Officer Big Hat was saying. I removed the obvious headphones to hear Dutch in its aggressive less poetic form. Him: &@#$%^&*??? Me: Your colleague told me I could walk through…. Him: No! He pushed me backwards. Me: Don't touch me! Don't push me! He stepped forward to push me backwards twice more Me: Don't push me! Him: !@#$%^&!??? Me: (Well, I used the 'f' word) followed by 'you'. Him: Watch your mouth! Me: Watch your hands! Then he stopped. He froze actually. Some shred of sensibility awoken. I walked back to the first officer who seemed interested in what happened. His first comment was to say his boss pushing me was very strange. Then (sadly) his own humanity – that he did show earlier – was discarded. He backed up his boss by acting in the same way: he pushed me too, not nearly as hard, more theatrical some how, then he walked away. Traffic including a cars, a bus and woman walking her bicycle continued for a few more minutes down that very street, before a real diversion of pedestrians was implemented. Two witnesses, young acting students, stopped to speak with me and the conversation lead to a nice meeting about a consciousness, behavior and fear. Fear is what I saw with the older police man (and the younger one too would he not do as his boss did – without question.) I have compassion for him, forgive all parties involved in the transgression and move on. Take aways: #1: If your boss is behaving in a way that is really beyond the boundaries of the 'job description', irrationally/violently or degrading to others please acknowledge it (in a safe way) rather than succumb to your own fears or their threats. Consider (your own) humanity. #2 Having compassion and forgiveness doesn't mean to choose to suffer, that would indicate the aforementioned haven't found their alchemical potential. #3: I value words and their meaning. I'm not quick to say the 'f' word to someone, let alone a guy with a gun and a pointing finger and a tense face surrounded by many other guys with guns... Indeed it was/is a case appropriate tool and in this instance it came naturally and consequently completely discharged the situation. Suffice it to say: use all medicine with care. ^i^ PS: Dear Police Officers of the world: you are first men and women. There are potential life threatening dangers and psychological traumas in your job. Please embrace your humanity or you will loose the ability to recognize what those dangers are. Some of you chose to 'protect and serve'. That, at least to me, means to be present, to listen and to communicate. You have so much incredible training, yet don't let it beat the heart from your chest or your personality from your birth name. Would you rather be fearless or intimidating? Shift your energy and intention and help make your community a community. Thank you. #BlurredLines #Humanity #ConflictResolution #TheFWord#ResponsibleAuthority The Luminary Journal
By Tuaca Kelly The weather couldn’t receive a complaint from me. The day possessed a warmth and grace that may have included the presence of California Grey Whales – just off the Big Sur, California coastline where I was standing at the time. I was 24-years old, outside in nature under the canopy of daylight stretching my legs. The stretch – to open my abductor muscles – is one I had executed numerous times in my martial art dojo and, at least for me, took some time to melt into despite intention or repetition. While ‘breathing’ through the exercise, a man (that would become one of my deeply valued craniosacral teachers) walked up to me, pointed his penetrating blue eyes directly into mine and said, without affect or apology: “It will always hurt.” Then he left my sphere of determination as smoothly as he arrived. His words found their reason immediately. I knew what he meant. I recognized it as truth. And in the following moments I would both accept and question the poetry I was gifted with. Life, and the growing pains therein, would have many experiences including bliss and discomfort; to concede was to quell suffering. I continued with my stretching to earn my way across the threshold. Years later… Late one night I felt an incredible force vibrate in my throat then fill my mouth. A bewildering interest consumed me as the rising pressure quickly inflated my cheeks. I could not contain whatever divinity was destined to emerge. Lead by a single plosive “puh” sound was an unrelenting stream of language. I began what is known as Praying in Tongues. My grandmother, also an intuitive woman of faith, had prayed in tongues. I never saw her do it, but I knew on the day she crossed over, in the moments I held her while her spirit ascended to ‘no in-between’, that I would have my own experience. And so it began. Although I’d not witnessed it before, I knew exactly what was happening. My body heat rose with the unprecedented message and the velocity in which it came. I was listener, conduit and observer simultaneously. Completely conscious I had the wherewithal to get my iPod and record what I could. As this incredible mix of consonants and vowels were pushing forth, I also understood what was being said. There was instantaneous translation. The key points from that message were to humans, about humans verbatim: “You make it so hard on yourselves. It doesn’t have to be so hard. We’re here to help.” The praying continued untimed. I was awestruck, grateful, fascinated and reverent. Today… Is a perfect moment to annihilate any preconceived notions about expansion of consciousness, transformative healing, growth and the process of becoming: it is work; it is one of the most valuable investments an individual can choose to make; and it can be absolutely excruciating and exhausting at times. Have no illusions about ‘spirituality’ for all emotions and experiences are integral to growth, to building character, to showing ourselves the individual one aspires to see and realize in the actions and thoughts they value. This isn’t to say we have to suffer or go against the direction of ease. There is help and becoming a martyr isn’t the wish of the Sacred – but an educational fate for some, nonetheless. There is always an opportunity to shift course while headed toward a particular goal, to appreciate the hurdles with a new perspective, to accept their characteristics along with your ability and difficulties in learning to surmount them. To echo the essence of the messages that were transmitted and downloaded to me in my schools of wisdom: life is experience, a precious one, and there is a peculiar relief in the act of confessing to the ardent or idealistic mind: it will always hurt and there is always help. Be gentle with yourself and others. Homework: 1. Listen to the ‘hurt’. Growing or building muscles (for example) comes with a price: you’re tearing muscle fiber each time you breach a new weight threshold. This maybe considered by some as a ‘good hurt’. If the pain has a different quality pay close attention to make sure you’re not causing unnecessary injury. In other words: do no harm. 2. Ask for help. When a something is beyond your depth, stop, do nothing, see what comes. The next step maybe to ask for help. It is important to recognize boundaries in any profession or relationship. (This builds integrity!) 3. Have something to look forward to. Your vitality is related to your creativity and desire to grow. Make tangible plans for your self in which you can measure, validate and consciously breathe through the experience, (e.g., playing tennis with a friend once a week; take a language course; join a book club; meditate each day. 4. Applaud your accomplishments. No matter how trivial the task may seem, acknowledge its completion and your care in performing it. This builds a positive attitude, alters your own brain chemistry and raises your energy. When have you moved through pain and what did you learn from it? How do you recognize when you need help and how did you ask for it? Have you made yourself alone with a problem? What was the outcome? To place hurdles on your path on purpose to create challenges? Please share. Etiquette: Only mature and constructive comments directly related to the article’s topic are welcome. Published: June 30, 2014 Tuaca Kelly, spiritual teacher, medical intuitive and master healer serves to assist others in recognizing and developing their multidimensional consciousness and health, critical thinking skills, intuitive discernment, and realizing their soul potential. She lives in the Netherlands with her wife. For further insight visit: www.lovethemessenger.com The Luminary Journal
By Tuaca Kelly The contentment continues to linger in my tissues. Though one-week has elapsed since our return home, I feel as though I’m still at the nature retreat centre where my wife and I just conducted our first annual silent retreat. There is a specific quality of relaxation that coaxes me to melt, making surrendering to the moment all the more attractive and accessible. This is in spite of the sounds of glass bottles falling from the recycling trucks used to transport them into massive collection bins with a piercing shatter; the increased volume of the city pushing its edge’s to celebrate King’s Day and the unusual heat-provoked juvenile nighttime ruckus in the neighborhood. With how I am feeling, my body may as well be walking around the retreat’s lake, in the midst of a midday siesta and sitting with the participants in silent meditation. I feel good – and I attribute my “ahhhh…” in part to silence. Silence for me is a dedicated period of devotional listening and an essential component to health, balance and the cultivation of an intimate relationship with nature. It is through silence that recalibration to one’s own breath, desire and humanity can flourish; it is a great equalizer and giver of truth; it is the leap from precipice into the answer; it is the gift most deny themselves daily. So how is it that this great teacher is too often overlooked? The day before leaving for my retreat I ran preparatory errands to places where I have some familiarity with the shopkeepers where rhetoric is often light and playful. In one such place, with one such person, I mentioned my retreat-bound excitement. Upon hearing this, the owner of the shop stepped into the conversation to encourage his employee to go, to be in nature, to relax. When the employee understood there would be no talking for four-entire-days he shook his head with an adamant no and laughed as though the suggestion was comical. It seemed the concept of not talking was more than enough to underwhelm him. I can imagine. Every time I enter that shop the television is on or the employee is standing outside smoking a cigarette or talking on his mobile phone. There is clearly a degree of brisk or restless activity and entertainment that he is accustomed to. And if a respite from that flavor of occupation – or distraction as the case maybe – would give liberty to more intimate feelings, including sadness, grief or disappointment, the surfacing realities may change or threaten to change the lifestyle he values? This isn’t to say that his hobbies don’t bring him satisfaction or social rewards, but when avoiding silence becomes the norm, when not listening and consequently decision-making is left to chance, that seems like risky business to me. Perhaps this man considers that silence is something ‘other people’ do, people that wear clothes made from sustainable hemp, eat fermented raw foods from canning jars with their own set of chopsticks, practice AcroYoga in city parks, or follow Mother Amma from one ashram to the next? Perhaps he doesn’t recognize himself in any of these visions and maybe – stretching maybe – if he saw a professional athlete surrendering to silence, he too would consider granting himself the experience? While this is a possibility, I tell you in earnest that beyond claim of country flag, sports team or other association, silence is for everyone that stops and listens for it. The value, lessons and virtues are made apparent through the actual experience of it and I can only encourage you to nourish yourself with this great teacher. Care to listen? Ready, set, shhhh… Homework: 1. Commit. While there can be ideal settings for silence, such as a nature retreat, you have everyday of your life to take care of yourself as best you can. Just stop and listen…even when noises (such as glass bottles) are in the distance, go deeper into your listening. 2. Meals Times. Granting moments of devotional listening before and throughout eating your meals will help guide your choices and prevent over exertion on your body by eating just what you need, not too much or too little. Relaxed eating makes for healthier digestion. 3. Breathe. Silence opens you into your humanity. Different emotions are bound to arise. Stay connected to your body and your breath. 4. Invite your family. If your family members are hip to silence then consider a practice together, during meal times for instance. Consider begging one morning each week for an hour or more in silence. 5. Gentleness. If your family doesn’t understand how come you want some moments for yourself, this maybe an indication that you haven’t taken any before? Balance is key. 6. Consider a retreat. An annual or bi-annual silent retreat in nature can do wonders on the system. It is important to rest, recharge and refuel. It is important for devoted mothers and fathers to remember they are also women and men. A silent retreat can be a liberating rediscovery of individual needs and enhance the relationships between family members. Do you have a time devoted to silent meditation? Have you been on a silent retreat? Do you think sitting around quietly is beneficial? How does silence inform you? Are you a parent striving to balance family obligations and self-care? What of these exercises are you willing to explore and report on later? Please share. Etiquette: Only mature and constructive comments directly related to the article’s topic are welcome. Published: 18 May 2014 Tuaca Kelly, spiritual teacher, medical intuitive and master healer serves to assist others in recognizing and developing their multidimensional consciousness and health, critical thinking skills, intuitive discernment, and realizing their soul potential. She lives in the Netherlands with her wife. For further insight visit: www.lovethemessenger.com. Read the Dutch translation. The Luminary Journal
By Tuaca Kelly A few nights before ‘Donny’ and I were introduced I had a dream about him. There was candor, social ease, humor and playfulness in our exchange. We became fast allies. He and I shared appreciation not only for science, nature and opera, but the imaginative worlds were Vulcans, Hobbits and X-Men dwell. His chiseled face, complemented by the prominent muscles he maintained ritually at the gym, and personality made him subject to objectification – which he did not mind. Flirting was a skill he also possessed and enjoyed using. Some passing interludes would lead to a first date. But how far his adventures would go touched upon another looming consideration that had occupied Donny for virtually half of his life. Barely 40, Donny had been HIV+ for nearly 19-years. Where un-filtered spontaneity had its playful reign, gratitude and glee wasn’t his consistent demeanor whatsoever. When physical symptoms kicked in, or a nice meeting – such as a first date – ended due to concerns of his own, Donny used any disappointment to champion his personal brand of resentment. His cynicism would then dominate and with his seething came contempt for anything or anyone good. In these moments he took deliberate distance from many, including me, and hung out with a male friend that held a similar contempt for the injustice of the world. Donny’s indignation, more than his diagnosis, was at the center of his festering woes and the place where he often chose to live. Though he would ebb and flow with a feeling of satisfaction by challenging himself with projects of all sorts, it was far more reasonable for him to delve into a Tolkien fantasy or Star Trek marathon and seek adventure through imagination than to alleviate his pain through forgiveness, true acceptance and compassion; it was also far more entertaining to call those that acknowledge God imbeciles. Donny felt betrayed. He wasn’t expecting the onset of his adulthood and aspirations to be interrupted. Although he identified as militant atheist it seemed that he held a vile contempt for God; after all who else was there to blame for his life? And if God doesn’t exist, then where does forgiveness come in? And where does that leave Donny? Imagine his conflict. Anyone with chronic illness has considerations that those in full health simply don’t have to take into account. Although physical symptoms and their emotional expressions can inform activities and pleasures including work, one of the greatest impacts on the chronically ill is felt in their social life. Many lose the resources to contribute to the relationships in ways previously experienced. In Donny’s case it was understood by his friends that sometimes his prescription drugs had a profoundly unpleasant effect on his digestive system and that could determine his schedule on a whim. Even though Donny had significant social support from family and friends, and was able to work and earn a fairly decent income, had great medical insurance and still turned heads, his rancid attitude would demolish his more pleasing ‘alter-ego’. Homework: 1. Get perspective. If you are a loved one has a considerable health challenge and for as much as it can inform your/their routine, remember: do not take it personally! Don’t make it about you. Have a melt down to release tension or stress, even to give way to epiphany, but don’t get caught up in your woes. It only lowers morale and depletes energy. 2. Express Gratitude. Begin with the small and significant. Every time when asked how he was, my grandfather used to say: “I woke up breathing.” This was his way of expressing gratitude for his life. He’d seen many challenges yet sought to appreciate his experiences as great teachers. (By the way, today is his birthday, so… Happy Birthday ‘Grandpop’) 3. Forgiveness. Regardless of religious, spiritual and scientific ideology: forgive (all trespasses). To forgive isn’t to condone an act or illness, it is to relinquish the warring dynamic and give new distribution to the energy you could be using for healing. 4. Take no prisoners. Some people have little tolerance for illness and flea at the drop of a handkerchief. Let them go. 5. Cherish the gift. Chronic illness has a way of revealing character and other aspects, beyond the diagnosis, that long for healing. Do you have a long-term health issue? Do you have a family member with a chronic illness? Do you fear being near people who are ill or are you inclined to offer bedside support? Have you left a relationship when illness came into the reality? Please share. Etiquette: Only mature and constructive comments directly related to the article’s topic are welcome. Published: 8 April 2014 Tuaca Kelly, spiritual teacher, medical intuitive and master healer serves to assist others in recognizing and developing their multidimensional consciousness and health, critical thinking skills, intuitive discernment, and realizing their soul potential. She lives in the Netherlands with her wife. For further insight visit: www.lovethemessenger.com. Read the Dutch translation. The Luminary Journal
By Tuaca Kelly Years ago I met a man – Howard I’ll call him – that had been a practicing spiritual medium for nearly 30-years. He came into his own awareness of other levels of consciousness after a teenage drug overdose. When his spirit was leaving his body, it did so in a way that wasn’t nurturing or comforting. It just felt ‘wrong’. Though he was looking for an exit from the depression and isolation he felt frequently in earth life, he realized that suicide wasn’t going to provide that relief. He immediately determined to return to his body. From this experience he would make the changes he needed to survive, reassemble and redirect his focus to find his purpose. Though Howard had come a considerable way since his death experience, and helped many others in his professional practice, the information of his teenage trauma and all the pain that contributed to it, was still present in his system. Those stored experiences influenced his personal behavior significantly and many of his interactions were interlaced with shame. Howard subsisted largely on junk food, used non-beneficial substances ritually and frequently engaged in bare sexual activity with strangers. He was reckless. Note: Before every session I meditate and pray as a way to prepare myself for work. I do this for many reasons (that may exceed the scope of this journal) including to fortify my ability to discern (information, influences and boundaries.) I must be emphatic here: this practice is paramount! My guides brought many things to my awareness regarding Howard’s process, including my level of involvement. As much as I can see, feel and hear benevolent beings influencing and informing an individual, I can discern the unsavory and usurious entities that also exist. Seeing also the latter kind in Howard’s field, as not the sole but indeed a main contributor to his own demise, I approached him directly with care: “How do you protect yourself?” I asked. “Girl, I tell my guides to protect me,” he replied. His response modeled the casual manor in which he took most things and it concerned me. Howard assumed that his responsibility to establish healthy boundaries was not his, but his guides. I told him of my concern but he gave no credence much less interest. His investment in superstition and theory paved the way for his paranoia to flourish, leaving the door open for only further manipulation. When I knew him Howard was a skilled spiritual medium that sought love yet compromised his integrity to experience it. He went beyond his own boundaries largely because he didn’t know their value or his part in establishing them and he lost trust in his real friends. There are many factors in Howard’s case, but a primary one that translates to all individuals regardless of age, occupation or personal philosophy, is the importance of healthy boundaries (energetic and otherwise) and the ability to discern them. I’d be remiss not to address one of Howard’s theories about the roles and relationships our guides have. While they have many functions in our lives, and protection is part of it, they respect free will and advise and influence to that realization. To put it another way: would you blame your parents for the intestinal discomfort you feel for the junk food you ate at a friend’s birthday party or consider that the choice to eat it (or not) was yours to make? Think about it. Homework! 1. Meditate. Grant yourself space for devotional ‘open time’, an opportunity to breathe with your own experience. Learn to melt and be present with your body and breathe. Learn to discern what feels in alignment with your own system. 2. Hydrate. Your entire system, including your ability to establish clear boundaries, depends on the circulation of the rivers of life: water. When the body is dehydrated survival becomes a (potentially distracting or integrity compromising) priority. Hydration helps to eliminate toxins, keep the body clear and the mind focused. Hydration helps to stabilize integrity. 3. Forgiveness. Holding a grudge is to hold pain and to limit freedom. It not only squanders precious energy it can invite negativity into your life. Regardless of the severity or seemingly trivial nature of the transgression or related grudge, forgive, forgive, and forgive. 4. Respect yourself. If you’re going against your morals and don’t recognize yourself, STOP! And recalibrate! Explore your behavior with an open and non-judgmental mind. Live with integrity. 5. Pay attention to your body. Your body is a key educator in your development and conduit with your own guides and other multidimensional beings. For example, if you feel light/lighter, joyous, grounded, full, warm, tingling, clear and are literally seeing more clearly from your human eyes, these are usually key indicators that you’re working/communicating with benevolent people/guides. If on the other hand you feel nauseated or threatened throughout your experience, find another friend! Was there a time you wanted to help a friend in distress that denied their issues or your honorable intentions? Was there a time when you were in need of help yet rejected concerned friends or family? Please share. Etiquette: Only mature and constructive comments directly related to the article’s topic are welcome. Published: 24 March 2014 Tuaca Kelly, spiritual teacher, medical intuitive and master healer serves to assist others in recognizing and developing their multidimensional consciousness and health, critical thinking skills, intuitive discernment, and realizing their soul potential. She lives in the Netherlands with her wife. For further insight visit: www.lovethemessenger.com. Read the Dutch translation. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline Call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) - USA Suïcidepreventie Crisistelefoonlijn 0900 0113 - Netherlands When a public figure, parent or other family member makes declarations are you more likely to accept it without contemplating their intent or validity, to unthinkingly jump to conclusions and cohere with the meme? Conversely, are you prone to deny information, even when it is true?
It may surprise you to know the level of influence rumors can have on a society. It may also be easy to dismiss the possibility that the proliferating stream of a media-spun tale has duped you once or twice. Have you ever wondered why it happens and what you can do about it? I’ll share my multidimensional perspective with an example from my own life: On the early evening of September 10, 2001, I was headed to the cinema with a close relative. Although I looked forward to our outing together, I began to feel so uncomfortable that I could barely recognize myself. My body felt incredibly tense and agitated, as though I was looking for a fight. My mood was uncharacteristically aggressive and I wasn’t sure what was going on. I apologized repeatedly as I tried to reconcile my feelings. The growing desire for confrontation was competing with a sense of confusion and sadness. I behaved like a juvenile elk trying to outrun a hungry wolf pack, as my only chance of survival. The movie we ultimately watched was only a brief respite from the extreme angst. I apologized again and went home alone to determine the reason for this highly unusual bout. The next morning I received a phone call from the spa I’d been giving sessions in. “Don’t come to work today. We’re at war!” When I eventually saw the news footage of planes crashing into the Twin Towers on September 11 I was stunned. The same scene repeated and as I tried to grasp the reality of what I was seeing, I kept watching the event repeat on the news feed, while “we’re at war!” echoed in my mind as though seeking my attention. I considered the massive casualties to the people directly involved and the probability of events that could rise from the aftermath. I saw the footage. I felt along. I prayed. I also understood what was being communicated to me and through my body the day before when approaching the cinema. It all became to clear to me. “We’re at war” became a declaration chanted by many. Even famous actors made sincere pleas to their fellow Americans, in urgency fundraising telethon fashion, but something didn't land with me; something didn't make sense, in spite of the evidence. Yes, I watched a plane fly into a building and I recognized it was real. Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. But, what exactly did I see with my own eyes that I questioned open-mindedly? In the midst of the devastation and the tension entangled in the fervor of the claims of war, I kept seeing (or rather my guides were showing me) memories of a television program I watched in childhood: the one and only Sesame Street. The scene that replayed in my mind featured old and condemned buildings being professionally demolished. Countdown, explosion and collapse: the pattern continued with every building and regardless of its size, each one would fall in the same way. This vision played repeatedly until it really had my attention. Until it had my attention, it continued to play until I acknowledged it. The information was there all along, in the midst of significant distress before the movie, and during the news footage of the Twin Towers, in the questions I felt rising from within when hearing the words, “we’re at war!” yet I had to do my part to appreciate it. I had to give it my devoted non-judgmental, open-minded attention. I had to listen. And to help you do your part: Homework! 1. Be open-minded. Agreeing or disagreeing to every story, rumor or belief without consideration is equally dangerous. It is very important to pay attention to what is being said, how you feel, and what your guides are telling you, (even if you may not understand it immediately, like how I felt the evening of September 10.) Just begin to pay attention and the rest will come in time and with your thoughtful inquiry. 2. Ask questions. Open minds ask questions and you should feel safe to ask questions and have conversations. If you’re in a situation where this isn’t allowed or supported, then take a good look at what your motive for being in the situation, relationship or group is – religious, spiritual, business, et cetera. 3. Check your reaction. You’re human and bound to react and have emotions. Have your reaction yet be mindful as not to be seduced by it, or your own story about it, particularly if there is a lot of public momentum behind it. Make sure you stay with yourself as not to be swept away in someone else’s illusion that you in turn adopt and champion as your own. Maintain integrity and seek the truth! 4. Don’t perpetuate rumors. Though media circuits maybe the reigning champions of, um, “innuendo”, the measure of humanity as well as a person’s character can be measured in the comments section of virtually every open-source social network site. Consider how you are presenting yourself to the world and how you are spending your life. 5. Don’t let rumors choose your friends for you. One quick way to demolish beneficial possibilities and dampen freedom of thought and relationships is to assume the best or worst of another individual, based on heresy. Be strong enough to voice your own questions and experiences. Hold true to your convictions with an open-mind even when you’re the only one standing. Do you recall a time in your life when you were involved in a rumor? Please share. Etiquette: Only mature and constructive comments directly related to the article’s topic are welcome. Published: 10 March, 2014 Tuaca Kelly, spiritual teacher, medical intuitive and master healer serves to assist others in recognizing and developing their multidimensional consciousness and health, critical thinking skills, intuitive discernment, and realizing their soul potential. She lives in the Netherlands with her wife. For further insight visit: www.lovethemessenger.com. Read the Dutch translation. Recently, I was invited by an aquaintance –a superb violinist from the Rotterdams Philharmonisch– to his orchestra’s concert in Rotterdam. The excitement I felt was observable and touched upon my lifelong joy for such rich outings. As a child, I’d lay in night’s wonder listening to the classical music floating from my solid-state radio that I had perched near my pillow in the frame of my wooden trundle bed.
The calm speaking voice of the program announcer was also wooing while sharing historical facts of the genius composers behind the music and the modern orchestras who recorded them. Elements of my excitement were being able to discern and name each of the instruments, and in some cases, anticipate their celestial movements. Their resonating tones vibrated in my body; I felt as though I was all parts of the music – wood, wind, brass and baton. “I got you tickets in loge”, my friend announced before strolling away backstage with his violin case, my partner and I, onward to our seats in box D. As the musicians tuned winter’s distortions from their cold instruments, I began to smile. I really had no clue as to what music would be played yet I knew I would enjoy it. The lights dimmed and the conductor took his position on the podium. Facing his orchestra, from moments of stillness before silence gave way, music emerged giving birth to itself. The unnamed piece filled the room; virtually all musicians were either actively in play or on the verge, in anticipatory position awaiting their cue. In the back of the stage, one man sat quite a distance from his colleagues and his instrument: the gong. His musical cue was much later in the piece so continue to sit he did. When it came time for him to play, I counted 30 strikes upon the large suspended brass sun. These tones had their meaning and contributed nicely to the arrangement. When the last vibration of the gong found rest, the man returned to his chair, mission accomplished. This collaboration is beautiful testimony to the inherence of creation: that everyone and everything has purpose. The oboe, the cello, and the bass are essential and although there are nearly 100 master musicians who know their instrument and score exceptionally well they still require a leader to function with dynamic coherence. They need a conductor to inspire, guide and keep the whole of the experience in their consciousness as well as in the diligent awareness of others to reach individual and collective potential. An orchestra needs a conductor to instill presence and with that, music becomes a transformative mode of healing. Interestingly, the mission of the conductor touches upon my own. Throughout my life, messages from divine and cosmic intelligence as well as the lyrical and vibrational aspects of music have played to or sought my awareness. During years of both personal work and private sessions, I came to understand more of what I intuitively knew about nature. This understanding guided my development of The Alignment – a multidimensional group-healing experiential event designed to assist others in realizing their full potential. While each Alignment is unique unto it –something I’ll address further– there are fundamental features to each experiential event, much like the symphony orchestra. As the developer or ‘conductor’ of The Alignment it is paramount: · I am clear with intention: to produce or facilitate transformative music or healing transmissions appropriate for the individual in the group; to assist them in realizing their full dynamic potential, divine humanity and multidimensional consciousness and health. · I am clear with boundaries: how to direct music, (e.g., legato, staccato, marcato), how long to play it and at what ‘volume’ or intensity. · I acknowledge who is present: the humans in the room as well as the divine ‘musicians’. · I listen to the music and the infinite universal intelligence. · I am clear and present. Before each event, I clean and prepare the concert hall and my body with Palo Santo and prayer. I also meditate and hydrate. My focus is required and everything that could present during The Alignment will require my attention. The crux of The Alignment is the transmissions. Like the musical conductor, I rise to the podium and begin in stillness as the music or divine universal intelligence rises from within. Certainly, all the musicians, guides, angels, and benevolent beings involved, as well as an individual’s soul intelligence and the intelligence of the transmissions, knows exactly what is required for everyone present. With that precise insight, the transmissions or encoded music is customized for the individual and integrative transformative experiences take place. The transmissions I’m in concert with are simultaneously vibrating and integrated with the sacred fields of creation that engender life itself. This evolutionary atomic awareness creates mathematics, music, nature’s geometry, and an individual’s divine blueprint. By bringing consciousness to the blueprint through The Alignment, illness or imbalance on the level of the personality, in the human body, in the light body, soul or other level, can be corrected or restored. During The Alignment transmission, whether in private or group sessions, there have been many experiences lived and shared. One woman found permanent relief when two cysts that once caused pain in her breast for decades completely dissolved and were removed. Another woman came reporting that she had lost her sense of smell following a surgery and had been without that perception for 7-years. During the transmission, her ability completely returned. A year later she visited again, pointing to her nose stating with a lovely smile that it still worked. There have been reports of physical and emotional pains momentarily intensifying from both recent and former, even decades old injuries, coming to the surface and being ‘pulled out’. Discarnate or dissociative energies that have clung to a person are also transmuted and removed. I call that ‘cleaning house’. There are also interactive experiences shared in The Alignment. Some people have had direct contact with their loved ones that crossed-over. Others have felt the absolute loving presence and touch of angels and their guides. Participants have been shown or traveled to civilizations, dimensions and non-earth beings. Some people faced their greatest fears to meet freedom with the information they were given while others began to receive downloads that gifted them with valuable insight. During a transmission, I’ve experienced wrinkles disappear. While life-changing transformations can and do take place, the intelligence is customized for the individual so in some cases, a person may have more subtle or general, nonetheless meaningful changes. For example, I observed one woman in her relative senior years. Before the transmissions, her complexion was void of color and vitality. She ‘looked’ angry – yet this didn’t reflect who she was, or how she was feeling in the moment. After the transmission, I watched her energy body inform her physical body how to revitalize as her skin became vibrant, colorful and supple. She described feeling great warmth in her body and said something akin to, “I’m knew at this but I’m learning!” On occasion, I receive requests to meet with specialized private groups. One was for a charity in England that assists former combat veterans/ex-military who received the diagnosis of PTSD. A few men admitted laughing and making many jokes about their upcoming meeting with me, “some healer from California.” I’m sure they had a field day with conjured stereotypes; I appreciated their humor. After the transmission, there were reports of feeling complete peace and in subsequent times, the ability to sleep restfully again. One man divulged that he didn’t know what was pulled out of him, but he was glad it was gone and with the space his own again found a multidimensional universe and integrated intuitive network waiting for him right where it had been all along: inside. The Alignment is a multidimensional healing experience. It is a universal concert with a customized tone and tune for everyone– when they choose for growth, consciousness and responsibility. There are a growing number of people announcing hearing or feeling music. One woman opened her eyes, looked into mine, smiled knowingly and called me, “maestro”. She too, felt the music. For further insight about Tuaca Kelly and The Alignment, please visit: www.lovethemessenger.com |
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