when past lives come calling...and darkness attacks...the Holy Zohar can protect

As you become brighter and hold more and more light, don't be surprised if you attract unwanted attention or if you start bumping into people in your "day job" life that give you the creeps, make you uncomfortable, or just generally freak you out---and you're not sure why.


The first time this happened to me was several years ago. I had a new boss dropped on me in a most disturbing way and his energy just totally FREAKED me out for no logical reason. I'd never met the man before. Didn't run in the same circles and didn't even live in the same time zone. But it got so bad I had to call one of my mentors (the master who taught and trained me for my Usui Reiki Master Teacher & Karuna Reiki Master Teacher certs) for a session to see what was going on.


This mentor of mine did a healing session on me and used her very specific gift to tap into my energy body and see what was going on. And what she picked up was amazing! Apparently this new boss & I had a past life together.... where I ran the entire business and he took the credit...and he also was doing some shady things w/ the money that he let me take the fall for. In that life, I ended up in prison and actually starved to death in there because of this person who was now my boss. 


Having the session and clearing much of the old energy associated with that life helped tremendously. It also gave me a reason for why my gut did not like or trust this person, and a reason to make sure that any verbal/phone instructions where followed up in e-mail. 


This person was not my boss for long and was gone within 6 months... on to a new company. I got to help interview and select my next boss and things were calm and fine for the next ~18 months. Then this boss also quit and moved on to another firm.


In the meantime, another boss (my bosses boss who was a senior VP) appeared, and again my freakometer went off. In a different way. The previous one who freaked me out thought he was smarter than he was. This one was not only slimy but also very smart. That made him extremely dangerous. So my red alert status went to always ON and I bought a digital voice recorder so I could record phone calls if needed because this one also preferred phone calls to e-mail, where I would have an audit trail.


Things went on for a few weeks. And we had a run in over an integrity issue. A few weeks after that, another run in over one of my team (I was again providing basic PM and supervisor functions) who could not afford to float the money for a trip from the East Coast to New Mexico for an emergency trip that was required by the client. (In my mind, employees should not have to float expenses for the company they work for, but it was standard procedure for employees to do that for this company and then get reimbursed w/o the interest they would have to pay to their own credit card companies....grrrrr.)


Well, I got the advance and most of the expenses billed directly to the company, but he still had to float the car rental.  Funny thing was, though, I came down with a migraine that kept me from work for 2 days.


Now don't get me wrong....I've had plenty of migraines before. In my 20s hormones kicked them off monthly. As I grew older, they tended to be kicked off by stress. Now, I'm not going to share my age w/ you (;>) but let's just say my hormones are on the other end of the spectrum now from where they were in my 20s.  And the other thing I noticed was that this migraine didn't follow the same pattern ALL of my previous migraines had followed.  So I made a couple of phone calls, the first to my mentor again who tapped in and said "it's not you....it's coming from outside you. Call" and she named another mentor (in the same center) I'd been doing spiritual training with. 


Now this is where it gets weird (as if this entire entry isn't weird enough already). This mentor is also a gifted clairvoyant. I went in to see her and we settled in and she asked what was going on. Oddly enough, what came from my mouth (because my brain was thinking it was just some empath feeling) was "a couple of weeks ago I had this migraine, but it wasn't like any other migraine I've ever had."  And I described how I felt when this weird migraine was coming on. Then we went from there, tracking down what was different in my life... and what new people had entered my life.


Come to find out, one of HIS past lives was attacking ME! Even this spiritual teacher said that was extremely rare, but that's what it was. 


We didn't really know each other in this past life---but we knew OF each other. He was a very powerful, dark... some would say magician. Others would say sorcerer. Choose your own term---he was practicing dark arts with his talents and controlling people w/ energetic implants. "Mind control" is what those who weren't fully aware were calling it. 


In that life, I had a small group in much the same way I was now the super of this small group and I protected them from him the way I was now trying to protect my team from him.


The strange way the migraine come on was because this past life was attacking my crown & 3rd eye chakras, as well as my 2nd & 3rd. Think about those attack points for a moment. Crown--blocking the higher, divine energies. 3rd eye---blocking my psychic vision so I couldn't "see" what was happening. 2nd & 3rd chakras ---- self esteem, self confidence, and abundance centers. There was also an energetic implant at the base of my skull. 


She cleared the blockages, then tried to clear that past life of his and send it into the light. It refused to go and continued attacking me and trying to set the blockages & implants back in. She gave me some affirmations to say, which helped and finally pulled out her copy of the Holy Zohar and gave it to me to hold.


I'd never heard of this Zohar book, let alone seen one. I'd heard of the Kabbalah, but didn't even realize this little book was from it.  She explained a bit. (Update: she had a pocket-sized Pinchas that contains all the portions of the Zohar concerned with protection and health.)


The Zohar contains parts of the Kabbalah. You don't have to be able to read it to benefit from it. Just hold it. I did...and opened it and saw it was in Hebrew? (Later I'd discover it's in Aramaic. A very special flavor of Aramaic. The language in use in Jerusalem when the Christ walked the Earth. I'd also find out later that the Zohar contains those parts of the Kabbalah that address healing and protection.) 


She went on....it's cleared most of it in the little time you've been holding it. And you're going to need to use all of your spiritual protection tools because it won't go. 


That past life has caused him problems in this life. (Yes, he's still extremely controlling.) And someone in this life also asked for this healing (even though the trouble making life would not leave).  Get a copy of the Zohar. It's not expensive, it's like $10 and keep it in your bag with you. And use everything else you know to protect yourself as well. Use the affirmations ("I am filled with divine light. I am filled with divine truth. The Truth and the Light protect me.") At the time, I told her all I picked up intuitively from this guy was "dark cloud" or "black cloud."  And she nodded. She told me to keep looking and as I got stronger, 'you'll see more and more what he really is." Then she sent me on my way.


I *did* feel better. Lighter. Easier. And as soon as I got home, I went to Amazon and ordered a copy of the Zohar. I also found electronic copies of it and downloaded one at work and one at home. The electronic copy (in Aramaic) doesn't pack near the energetic wallop the print version does, but it helped keep me clear until it arrived. When I felt drained, I'd pop up the PDF version & scroll to a page that felt "right."


Then about a week after my print copy arrived, I was looking for more Zohars because I wanted to place some in various places:  the car, the night tables in the bedroom, etc. and I ran across this site that also had 72 name rings. And I ordered the last protection ring she had. At the time, I didn't know it was the last one. She told that later when I tried to order a second one. :) The protection ring contains 5 of the 72 names of God in Hebrew. The 5 names most associated with the protection of God. (Update: the ring contains the one name most associated with protection 5 times.)


So, that was my introduction to the power of Zohar and the 72 names of God. A pretty powerful introduction. I haven't been troubled since, and in fact my 3rd vision has been getting stronger. I sleep w/ a Zohar and meditate each morning and evening with it. I even try and grab a few minutes at lunchtime with it. I can't read Aramaic, but I hold it and open it and let it rest on my 3rd eye and heart, it's light literally BLASTING into my soul. And my 3rd eye is strong enough now to "see" this man for what he really is. And it's not pretty. In fact, the "eye" that stares back at me when I look his direction during these meditation times contains a vertical pupil. It's reptilian.


If you want to get your own Zohar, here are some resources:  

• http://www.kabbalah.info/engkab/the-zohar/download-the-zohar   You can download the electronic version here. Get the Aramaic and the English if you want to actually read it! :)  The little 7 lesson videos (about 10 min each) are also quite well done.
  
• http://www.newthoughtkabbalah.com/index1.htm   This is where I ordered additional copies of the print Zohar and found the 72 name protection ring. Cheryl is easy to deal with and will let you know right away if anything is out of stock. 

It's only in the last 10 years that the Kabbalists have been freely sharing their knowledge. And I for one am eternally grateful that they are.  :)

until next time.... stay in the Truth & the Light :)

Energy & Cooking: make sure the food you're putting in your mouth is made w/ love

I was talking to a friend a FB the other day (she's a school counselor) because she had posted something about offering a therapeutic cooking class. To which I chimed in and pointed out that many believe that you should not be cooking for your family when in a foul, angry, or negative mood because your energy is also infused into the food while you're preparing it and in a very real sense you'll be feeding that dark energy to your family. Better to wait until the foulness has passed and you can ensure that the only energy getting infused into the food you and everyone else is about to eat is filled with love, joy, and happy emotions.


Many cultures apply this rule not only to cooking but also to making crafts, especially when whatever is produced will be used daily and in close contact with you or whoever you're giving the item to. For example, quilts for bedding; afghans & throws whether sewed, crocheted, or knitted; ceremonial clothing; medicine bags; mojo bags; and so forth. 


If you look closely you'll see this in many different spiritual beliefs and many different cultural beliefs. And I believe there's a decent basis for it. Think about it. If most of us would SLOW DOWN enough to prepare a decent meal infused with love, joy, and peaceful energy our digestion would be better and as a nation there would be less acid reflex & indigestion. 


Slowing down enough would also help us all keep our waists a bit smaller. :) It takes the brain 15 to 20 minutes to realize there's food in your stomach after you begin eating. So if you're eating in a rush (like most do for lunch grabbed and eaten at your desk), chances are you're wolfing down more calories and simple carbs than you think before your brain even knows there's something on the way! 


Infusing your food with energy intentionally is something many learn in their first level Reiki energy healing class. Using the Reiki Power Symbol over your food before eating it can help to boost its nutritional value as well as help clear it of some things that might not be very good for us. 


If you grow your own herbs or tomato plants or have a small garden, you can take this a step further by infusing your plants with Reiki or healing energy while they're growing. 


And yes indeed, talking is good for plants. It might be because you're breathing CO2 on them (which they use and then give us O2 for in exchange), it might be because they are Alive and in some studies have shown responses you might not think possible, like recognizing a person who has destroyed one of them. (See The Secret Life of Plants, originally published in the early 70s and still in print! http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Life-Plants-Peter-Tompkins/dp/0060915870/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1322205263&sr=8-2) In any case, plants love Reiki and healing energy and they will flourish if you provide this to them on a regular basis. If you don't know Reiki, just talk to them and focus on them and send them positive, healing thoughts and thank them for the job they do. Intention means everything in energy healing work.


A similar work has been done on water in the books by Masaru Emoto (http://www.amazon.com/Masaru-Emoto/e/B001IODMIY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1). The books contain images showing the crystalline structure of water just normally, after it's been blessed, after words of love and appreciation have been spoken to it, and after words of hate and darkness are spoken. The crystalline structure is most beautiful and strong after we speak to it in love and thank it for sustaining us.


Anyway, there's some food for thought at the end of this Thanksgiving day. :) 

more on the Amityville, NY entities

We talk about entities on the main website and some of the books recommended are about Lorraine Warren and her spouse. They're the ones who worked on the Amityville house (yes, THAT Amityville house) way back when.  Fate magazine has an interview w/ one of the kids who lived there then (of course he's all grown up now) who's provided some additional information into what was actually going on in that house.


Here's the link:  http://www.fatemag.com/news-2/where-is-the-real-story-behind-the-amityville-haunting-2/  

Lemurian Energy & Old Soul quote

This quote struck quite a chord with me. It may with you as well.

THE COSMIC TIMELINE The cosmic timeline reveals a purpose behind why you're here -- a purpose behind spiritual history itself.  Some have called it "the grand five billion year experiment."  Do you know whom I sit in front of?  Again, I will tell you: I sit in front of Lemurians --- almost all of you.  That's what brings you here today, to hear and read this.  This time in history calls to you and brings you here because you're feeling the Lemurian energy again.  That's how long you've been here.  That's who the family is who sits in the room and reads these pages --- old souls each one.  You come and go so fast!  You don't spend much time at home --- my home, your home.  And we see you for a brief moment, where you pick up a stripe of color --- where you have an honoring and a loving --- then from the depths of your wisdom, you return to do it again and again and again.    ~ Kryon, Book VII as channelled by Lee Carroll ~

ghost story #3: The Legend of Silver Heels

This is our third and final ghost story for October, and it's one of my personal favorites. You'll see versions of it on the web, in mountain eatery's, in and around Alma (which is about 18 miles south of Breckenridge) and Alma's grave yard. 

The story comes from Buckskin Joe, which was a small mining camp a couple miles west of present-day Alma. Today, Buckskin Joe is one of many ghost towns in the mountains of Colorado, but back-in-the day it was the County Seat of Park County. (Today, Fairplay - about 6 miles farther south than Buckskin Joe - is the county seat and has a restored 1880s mining town, South Park City.) The picture below is the original courthouse from Buckskin Joe. 

The town of Buckskin Joe started life as a mining camp and grew tremendously during the 1850s during the gold rush. Once the gold was mined out the population dwindled to a handful. 

Silverheels was a dance hall girl. No one remembers her real name, but she was very beautiful and an accomplished dancer when she appeared in Buckskin Joe's during the height of the gold rush. She quickly became a favorite. 

As was the custom in early gold mining camps, fans showed appreciation by tossing  "pokes" (small leather bags) of gold dust on stage at her feet. She accumulated enough from the pokes to build a small cabin across the stream from camp. Legend says she accumulated a small fortune by saving gold from the pokes. One admirer fashioned a pair of solid silver heels for her dancing slippers. The silver heels became her trademark and the source of her nickname, Silverheels.  

Then, in 1861 disaster stuck in the form of a smallpox epidemic. Most of the miners stayed in camp for fear of claim jumpers, while most of the women and children were sent to Fairplay or Denver. Silverheels, however, choose to stay behind in camp.

She transformed herself from dancer to devoted nurse and took care of the sick and comforted the dying. Many men died of the highly contagious and usually fatal disease while cradled in her arms. 

Inevitably, she caught smallpox as well but did survive. Her beautiful face was disfigured by pockmarks. When the epidemic had finally run its course, the "Angel of Mercy" left town but returned often to offer prayers at the graves. 

If you visit Alma today and seek out the area of Buckskin Joe's, you may see a figure moving along in the long abandoned graveyard. She's elegantly dressed in Victorian-era finery. She wears a long, black, silk dress and a black, silk broad-rimmed hat. The hat holds a heavy veil preserving the privacy of her grief, and shielding her face from view. 

The original wooden grave markers have long since rotted away, but you can bet Silverheels knows where each and every one is. She moves slowly from one grave to another, placing a single red rose and offering at prayer at each. She may seem oblivious to the living, but if you try and approach she'll disappear. This is the ghost of Silverheels.

The grateful citizens who survived the epidemic name a nearby peak Mount Silverheels in her honor. A pic of it is shown below. It stands 13,825 feet high.

ghost story #2: the gang from Robber's Roost

Just west of La Porte, Colorado on scenic state highway 14 outside of Ft. Collins, a family of tourists from Ohio was traveling and taking in the scenic views of the mountains.  It was early fall in the canyon of the Cache La Poudre River and the red rocks varied from a deep maroon in shadow to brilliant scarlet in the full sun. The golden leaves of the aspen trees against the deep green of the evergreens complimented the turquoise sky and wispy white clouds so that it was a picture perfect day. Even the kids in the back had quit bickering and were taking in the mountains.


Then they saw a 3 guys on horseback dart onto the road from the cover of a large grove of evergreens. They were dressed in classic 19th-century Western gear:  tattered jeans, cowboy boots, leather chaps, checkered blue-flannel shirts, leather vests, and broad-rimmed felt hats. Each of them also had a gun belt slung low on their hips and a Colt .45 pointed at the family.


As Dad stomped on the brakes of the SUV, he looked around for a film crew, so perfect was the reproduction that they must be filming a Western nearby. He was waiting to hear "CUT" yelled out. But there was no one else in sight. Not another car or truck or person. It was just the family and the 3 robbers on horseback pointing their guns at them.


No one said a thing. The 3 robbers motioned with their guns for the family to get out of the SUV. They clamored out and stood silently with their shaky hands held high in the air facing the thugs.


KABLAM! The explosive sound startled everyone and the family watched what appeared to be a reddish-colored cannonball hurtling across the road and crashing into the trees behind the robbers. Instantly the robbers their guns and their horses all disappeared. 
  
The family continued standing there in the middle of the road in front of their SUV with their hands held high for a long moment after. They didn't moved (except for putting their hands down) until a State Police cruiser pulled up behind them with its lights flashing. The trooper got out and came up to them. "Any reason why you folks are stopped smack in the middle of the road?" "Did your engine die? Do you need help?"


Mom spoke up since the others hadn't yet recovered their voices. She told the trooper what had just happened and the trooper was understandably skeptical. The youngest broke into the conversation pointing to the swatch of freshly broken tree limbs by the side of the road saying, "that's where the cannonball hit! You can't ignore that!" 


The trooper replied "Yes, something crashed into those trees but it wasn't an artillery shell. It was a falling rock. It happens now and then, especially this time of the year. Water goes into cracks in the rocks, then freezes during the frosty fall nights. The crack becomes a split and eventually loosened chunks of rock fall down."


"That's not what happened," said an unexpected voice from the back of the trooper's car. "you saw some ghosts from Robbers Roost, right up the cliff there. A bunch of robbers used to hole up there and rob travelers on the old La Porte-to-Ft. Laramie Trail. That there Robbers Roost was such a natural fort that the army had to use a cannon to persuade the bad guys to give it up." 


"Pay no attention to old Sam there," interjected the trooper. "I picked him up drunk as a skunk and I'm taking him home. He's harmless but he likes to tell old stories."


Was it falling rocks or cannonballs that chased off the phantom robbers? Most old timers and  tourists are inclined to believe old Sam . . . even if he is an old drunk. 


(Adapted from Haunted Colorado by Charles Stansfield, Jr.)

October is ghost story month: #1 Legend of the Moaning Sand Dunes of Death

This October, I thought I'd try something a bit different. Since it is the time when the veil is the thinnest, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to share some good, old fashioned Colorado ghost stories with everyone. :)  This is the first in the series. Enjoy!


The origin of the Great Sand Dunes  in the 80 sq mi Great Sand Dunes National Monument is not especially controversial. They are thought to be the remnants of an ancient inland sea, long since evaporated. The winds blew the exposed sands across the San Luis Valley and up against the western edge of the Sangre de Cristo (Blood of Christ) mountains. The highest peak of these mountains is a 14er (Sierra Blanca Peak is 14,345 ft), so the sands are trapped at the foot of the mountains. President Herbert Hoover was the one who designated the national monument in 1932 and he believed that the only possible value of the "sea of sand" was in its unique, forbidding scenery.  Geologist and ecologists know the dunes as "singing sands" --- when the wind blows, the sand grains have been so rounded and perfected over time that when the winds kick up, it blows through the spaces between the grains causing a singing or moaning sound. Tourists can also cause this sound when they're "sand skiing" down the slopes. Visitors are always warned not to venture too far into the dunes... because the landscape constantly changes so it's easy to become lost.


There are American Indian legends of the dunes dating back to ancient times telling of their evil nature. They have long been known as a region of death and disappearance. There are stories of lost Indians, vanished sheepherders, and even entire wagon trains that have gone missing around the dunes. The sand is quite deep in some places, up to 1500 feet down to bedrock and they routinely reach over 750 feet in height. Bodies and body parts have been found in the dunes, along with skulls polished until they gleamed.


The Indians tell tales of a web-footed horses that appear along the edges of the dunes near dusk and dawn. Their webbed feet allow them to race across the sands, luring people to chase after them. Those who did, were never seen again.


Early during the white settlement of the area, there is a story of a pair of sheepherders who wanted to take their flock from the valley up to the higher meadows for summer grazing. To do this, they needed to skirt the dunes at Mosca Pass. The two lead a pack train of mules loaded with supplies, and a herd of 1,000 sheep along the flanks of the dunes. None of them survived the trip.


Another story tells of a wagon train that stopped at the edge of the dunes where shallow stream of cool, clear water was. It seemed the perfect place to camp for the night. By morning, the wagons, wagon master, all the animals and people had vanished. And the stream was gone. 

Perhaps the most chilling story is the story of the Martinez family. The Indians warned them not to try and homestead in the shadow of the dunes because the dunes harbor evil spirits and could shift hundreds of feet in one stormy night. But the family ignored the warning. One day their young son stumbled into a distant ranch, dazed and unable to speak. The sheriff found his parents sitting at the table in their home --- dead --- their mouths filled with sand and dinner plates piled high with sand. 


The rancher, where the boy had gone for help, took in the boy who made himself useful tending sheep. One day a sandstorm enveloped the boy and the sheep. Neither were seen again. 


Be cautious when visiting the Dunes. The park closes at dusk, so don't linger long once night falls. And be careful if you go out the play and "sand ski" during the day. The Dunes have a long history of taking the living. 


(Adapted from Haunted Colorado by Charles Stansfield, Jr.)