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.

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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.

Messages come in myriad forms. I first saw him in a vision: a labradorite skull floating before me, saying, “Come get me.” Persistent and passionate as his future caretaker, he called to me a number of times before I found him approximately two weeks and 500 miles later in Santa Monica, CA. Fortunately I was already anticipating a southerly trip to be in service to a community of loyal clients and to assist with selecting a jury for an important legal case. The aspect of finding the labradorite skull was altogether another assignment. I hadn’t even seen or heard of a labradorite skull before this vision yet surely they must exist…I’m talking to one!

My introduction to crystal skulls happened about 5-years prior the first time I met Max the Crystal Skull. Max’s custodian Joanne Parks was a visiting lecturer at Whole World Wellness (formerly Regenesis– a medical/healing center where I was in service as the in-house medical intuitive, healer and N.A.E.T. surrogate to Dr. Roger Valentine and his patients/clients for many years. Roger and I spent a considerable amount of time with Max, not just asking Max questions, but also providing healing to the well-known crystal that has worked for others a very long time. The experience and conversation I had with Max was personally meaningful and gave me a new appreciation for the energetic properties and transmissions of crystals when they are molded into the shape of a skull regardless if the artisan behind the actual sculpting is earthling or other-worldly. During Max’s visit, I also met a jovial man who was selling crystals and jewelry. I left his booth with a Lemurian phantom point and a brochure to a local shop I hadn’t heard of before: the Aura Shop. It looked like a cool place for me to check out, some day.

Prior to departing for my Santa Monica trip to see my clients and find this skull, I’m fetching a suitcase and feel moved to dig into a box of papers though I’m not sure why I’m doing what I’m doing until I find the same brochure for the Aura Shop I collected said many years-ago. Thank you, Guides!

Sunday morning. I’m parked on Main Street in Santa Monica a few blocks from the Farmer’s Market. I hadn’t been in this part of the world for a number of years yet I remember the notorious occupation of the (perhaps) quota-oriented meter maids and the totally confusing signage designed to stump even the most educated minds. I read the hours of operation numerous times before catching the fragrances of savory prepared breakfast foods wafting from the market eliciting a promising salivary response and acute pangs. Shopping hungry I was a bit overwhelmed by all the activity in the Farmer’s Market. I was walking up a lane while speaking on my mobile phone to Roger Valentine asking him about the Aura Shop. He mentions there is a guy with a booth at the Farmer’s Market who knows about it and tells me where in the market to go. Noting my surroundings I tell Roger that I’m already there. We hang up and not a minute later I overhear some say, “labradorite skull.” My head and body immediately walked toward the back of the man who uttered the words I traveled to so far to hear. When he turned around we recognized each other. He was the same man I met during Max’s first visit! He went on to tell me how he just did repair work on a labradorite crystal skull for the Aura Shop and that while the owner is typically there on Sunday, she happened to be there that morning. “I’ll call Kate and tell her you’re coming.” I thanked him and as I was leaving he asked, “Did you buy a Lemurian phantom from me?”

Walking up to the storefront the owner was outside sweeping the stoop and greeted me with authentic pleasantries. She presented to crystal skulls to me. In my left hand I held a clear quartz skull with more memoamerican features. In my right hand, was my skull, I hadn’t even looked at him yet; I wanted to complete my conversation and introduction to the quartz skull before full engaging in my new companion. The quartz skull and I had a brief exchange: Hello. I don’t belong to you. Thank you. (Namaste). I smiled and returned him to the shop owner, “Thank you. He belongs to someone else.” Then with both hands and full attention I embraced the labradorite skull. We smiled at each other. He has open eyes and a big smile. His features are modern and anatomically correct. In that moment I saw big wings grow from either side that reached around to hug me back. “I belong to you.” I told him that we’d be doing a lot of work together, that we were about taking action! I wanted to sit with him. Kudos to Kate for inviting me to take my time and be comfortable in her shop! There were two areas in her store to sit in where I chose the most rear to have privacy with this fascinating new friend. First thing first: though he already knew my name, I still favor personal introductions. My mother went to school in England and the cultural manners therein are likewise instilled. “My name is Tuaca, what is your name?” I am known for saying, “ask a question get an answer” and the answer I got was coming before asked the question. I simultaneously heard and saw the words/names: Asia and Isaiah. Then I was speaking them aloud combining and contorting them until I felt I had it or something close to it. At that moment I was guided to look to my left and one book among many on the shelves where I sat drew my hand with certainty. I didn’t pay close attention to the title of the book though I saw it had some to do with Christ and the Kabbalah. The first and only page I really needed to see, at that time, opened itself to me. I read there are four worlds or stages of the Kabbalah and how Assiah or Assiaya was one of them meaning action. This was one of those moments where my sacred reverence, gratitude and faith factor grows exponentially. I couldn’t tell you how long I sat there…actually I could, I just want to convey the timelessness of the experience I was having. There is medicine in confirmation. I thanked Assiah for finding me. Funny, he did the same. It is that medicine people receive when they come for sessions. I was weeping in gratitude for this medicine.

Labradorite is also known as “Shaman’s Stone” and is a stone I keep with me as one I’ve always resonated strongly with and been intuitively drawn toward. Its esoteric properties are all related to intuition, healing, time travel, magic, dreams, manifestation, synchronicity, protection…it is indeed the handpicked companion stone for me.

The conversation twix Assiah and I continued. I learned where he was from, (not where the shop owner had been told), and more about the work we’d do together. This is when I noticed that he felt like me, energetically speaking. That he was an extension or amplification of who I AM. Cool!

Kate brought me a cup of water. My hunger pangs kicked in. I had yet to eat. I asked Kate to mind him while I took care of my body and found an ATM. “He’s coming home with me.” Back at the Farmer’s Market, raw food wasn’t speaking to me yet the Mexican-style omelet stand was waving a banner with my name on it. Must eat. Devour. Insert satisfying moaning sounds here:_________. Thank goodness for glucose, protein, carbohydrates, minerals and lipids. I made a point to thank the crystal man for directing me to the shop and calling Kate before making my way to the ATM. Now that skull had a formidable price upon his shoulders…um, occiput? My guides said, “She will lower the price.” Thank you! When I got to the shop I told Kate more about who I was and said I had a message for her and to let me know if she was open to receiving it. On the spot she was and I delivered. She thanked me and to my delight Kate said, “I have a message for you. My guides told me to sell this skull to you for less.” Attitude of gratitude; this is kismet! Kate went on to tell me that in all her years of running the shop and her experience with crystals and gemstones, she had never seen, heard of, or had anyone ask her for a labradorite skull. The buyer she sources from had pushed the skull on Kate. Though Kate is pretty clear with her boundaries and told this guy no three times, how she really did not want it, something in her changed dramatically. She was confident that she bought the skull for me. No doubt the buyer was guided to be ‘persistent’, no doubt Kate was guided to flow. No doubt, Assiah and I have a tremendous lifetime of light service in action. Go forward: Tuaca & Assiah and of course my Guides.

Jedi musician and galactic tribal mate iTom Lab indicated he was going to Lightening in a Bottle, a three-day Burning Man-esque outdoor fest in Orange County, to check out Darryl Anka, a man who channels a multi-dimensional being namedBashar. Looking forward to visiting iTom again, the first since my recording/channeling the words and consciousness transmissions for Om iGod, I feel moved to go and do. iTom had just received his new Eclipse drum and seduced the unsuspecting ears of the audience with the love notes he massaged from her ample body. While he played Bashar’s stage was being set. I had no prior experience with Bashar or Daryl, I had only known iTom was into him. Bashar would receive questions from the audience members, including mine. I told him I had just traveled a long way to find Assiah. He made a joke in that he, from ‘outer space’, had traveled a greater distance. Ultimately Bashar had said what I had felt, that Assiah was more of me, that I had given myself a ‘permission slip’ to be more of who I already was and to keep up the good work. The audience cheered. Before leaving I shared Assiah and his story with iTom. While iTom was inspecting the ‘specimen’ I inspected the t-shirt iTom was wearing: a skull with wings growing out of it. More confirming medicine! I shared this revelation with iTom and we shared a few more synchronistic moments during this brief and poignant visit. I also notice iTom was wearing the same necklace I was coveting while in a shop in Laguna Beach. Hmmmm… may The Force Be With You!

One more stop during this so Cal tour was to my dear friend Compton Rom Bada’s Ascended Health compound. Compton makes living skin care products among other amazing healing goodies for the body. Always good to see Compton! I introduced him to Assiah and Compton introduced me to his new associate in health, Adam. When I told Adam about Assiah, Adam said his best friend’s mom owned the Aura Shop. Yeah, that’s what he said– yet another opportune synchronized gratitude moment. Adam is intuitively talented with Solfeggio tuning forks and we spent some delicious moments together charging and activating Assiah and playing with Compton’s latest healing inventions. It was pretty awesome!

Since our reunion, Assiah joins me during sessions and all the ceremonies I’m guided to do. There is a dynamic ‘prayer’ or healing intention ritual I call the Cosmic B-12 Shot. I was guided to go to Big Sur to conduct three private ceremonies. This was shortly after the oil spills in the Gulf. I made a post on facebook announcing the forthcoming healing and the message I received to share with others, “Look for the rainbow.” After completing (part I of III) in this ceremony on a beach in Big Sur, CA, I was taking photos the ocean and Assiah. A woman observing me holding my camera in one hand and a skull in the other asked me if I wanted her to take a photo of my friend and me. Cool! She was into it to, balancing her body, getting closer, taking shots from different vantages. Thanking her she began asking about the skull. “Is that Labradorite?” Noting her interest as sincere I discussed the properties of the stone and more about how he came into my life. The woman’s husband, still resting in the sand, was more interested in hearing the waves or his own thoughts than our esoteric conversation, it seemed. We exchanged names and when I did she said, “I’ve been to your website. I was just looking at it the other day and bookmarked it.” We looked at each other and I smiled as if to emphasize what I had just been saying in our conversation about synchronicity. Wow! The day after, facebook friend Beverly H posted she and her friends had also held ceremony and saw a peculiar blue rainbow in the sky where they lived. Wow, repeated! The healing, gratitude, reverence, practice, continues…

Now when you see me with Assiah, you’ll be more familiar with him. He has a tremendous metaphorical heart and infinite consciousness. Though we have a lot in common insofar as energy, purpose, dynamics, he does have his own personality, voice and character, and well, he is a bit of a lady’s man. Own of my friends after having a conversation with him said Assiah flirted with her. Another female told me, “Assiah said he loved me.” Well he doesn’t have a crush on me, that isn’t the kind of relationship we have. Ours is a vocational kismet bond I’m fortunate to nurture in service to the Light. Please introduce yourself to Assiah. You’re welcome to ask him questions too. ^i^

- Tuaca Kelly

There was little about sitting in a bucket seat I found physically pleasurable especially after driving several hours in one. This extended sojourn began in Dana Point, CA and found finale in the San Francisco Bay Area. To endure I practiced all sorts of micro-movements, gentle swaying and improvised ‘Toyoga’ positions to competing sounds of gusting wind on interstate 5 and iTom Labs’ CD Atomic Consciousness. Adding prayers to my car dance I was mindful and grateful for the means, equipment and ability to drive, “Thank you. Thank you.” My gratitude increased with each progressive mile under the post-midnight and semi-rural, dark blue, star-speckled sky. She was beautiful if not magical. I loved it!

Still unfamiliar with the geography of my new neighborhood – I’d just moved and since I’d been traveling frequently to be in service and teach – landmarks and street names had great value yet little recognition for me. As I neared the highway exit bringing me closer to home my guides delivered a message, “I’ll be pulled over.” Upon hearing this I became unusually excited, instinctively checked my current speed and felt confident I was following the rules of the road. Maybe 3 minutes later sure enough I saw brilliant lights – red, blue, white – flashing from behind my trusty Japanese import. Funny I still I had, albeit a brief, ‘human moment’ wondering if the police car was for me. In that moment of internal processing. I remembered a message my guides gave me several months before: “When I get to California I’m going to help a local police department solve a murder case. Contact the chief when I arrive.” My excitement grew instantly. This was perfect!

The officer had that patented ‘I’m a cop even when out of uniform’ swagger. “Ma’am, have you been drinking?” he nudged. “No sir, I don’t drink.” Apparently in the dark of night in semi-rural-ville splendor I had exited the unlit and quiet highway from or to the wrong lane? Oh. “Were you on your cell-phone?” Hearing this question I rejoiced taking it as confirmation: I was back in California! My phone had been turned-off, in my purse and in the passenger seat for hours. “No sir”, I assured him. “Yet I am very glad to meet you.” This perhaps surprised him? Excitedly I shared with him what I did as my life’s work/soul purpose, how my guides had just told me this meeting between us would take place then requested his captain’s contact information, please?

When the words, “psychic medium” were absorbed by his conscious mind the expression on his face was priceless. His response, and the delivery of it, was poetry, “May I see your driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance?” The officer’s shadow followed his swaggering footsteps back to his American-made cruiser. Moments later his patrolling partner joined him to return my identifying paperwork. I’m not sure why this was necessary. Perhaps he’d been sitting a long time too? The officer asked me to be careful on the drive back home, “We wouldn’t anything to happen to you.” Before leaving we exchanged contact information. I suppose the officer was being protective when he spoke of his commander, “He is a very busy man and may not get back to you for a month.” My guides chimed in informing me that the commander would contact me the following day. I thanked him and made way to my toothbrush, flannel-sheets and cosmic travels.

Some moment in-between morning meditation and a homemade raw tru-ogranic super-food breakfast smoothie boosted with positive vibrations from sacred geometry and loving intention I received the call. Following introductions the voice on the phone confessed he didn’t know what I was available for or open to yet he had an un-solved murder case and wondered if I could or would be willing to help. Absolutely!

We met in person at the station. “The station”, that’s vague, eh? Perhaps this is a good moment to share that due to the nature of the case, combined with my client-confidentiality practice, names, places and badge numbers aren’t included? His demeanor was very kind his energy excited, warm and ‘open’, his attire was standard jacket and tie, trousers ankle-length - I could glimpse socks - and his hairstyle, shorn geometrically, was very “Joe Friday”. Pleasantries exchanged, his questions about the process were intelligent, thoughtful and sincere. The ‘download’ from my guides I began to receive about the case were immediate and plentiful. A visit from someone who had crossed also occurred. “Commander Joe” who didn’t expect us to work during that visit had to excuse himself to retrieve the case file. I took notes of the information I was receiving ready to convey them to “Joe” upon his prompt return. He was very skilled at introducing new evidence or people involved or thought to be involved and asking questions in response to what I was being shown from my guides to relay. Our interactive process was so smooth an on-looker could have thought we’d done this together before. I was very happy with our flow and after two-and-one-half-hours felt pretty complete with the initial chapter.

Set to leave and re-hydrate my body – I consume a lot of water before, during and after channeling/working – “Joe” thanked me for my time and confirmation of his own senses, said he definitely had his homework, direction and much new and significant information to consider. We shook hands in kindness and as an afterthought he asked, “What happens next? Do I just call you again?” Quick to offer a response my guides instantly showed me an iconic pop-culture symbol synonymous with Bob Kane, one used by the fictional character Commissioner Gordon, so I went with it. “Yes, just throw up the ‘Bat Signal’ and I’ll be here. I’m happy to help.

In reflection: as unusual as it may seem to be excited about being pulled-over by a squad car there maybe something greater at work. Our guides are always making connections helping to co-create opportunities for us to consider. Be open to the possibilities and be present in the process to make conscious choices.