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“Have you got a new hearing aid, yet, dad?” I ask after Jane, my step mum, handed over the phone.

I had heard that hearing loss can exacerbate or be a cause of Alzheimer’s and dementia because the mind tries to fill in the gaps of what it misses and creates an alternate reality. I had told both of them this two or three phone calls ago, and so when I checked in the following week, dad had said he had started wearing it again, but only to lose the right hearing aid at the doctor’s office, or so he thought.

Jane chimes in from outside of the camera’s view, “No, we haven’t yet. I’m waiting for our card.”
Dad repeats what I just heard, “Not yet, we’re waiting for the card.”

“Oh, something I wanted to tell you.” He changes the subject, “We were watching something on TV that we thought you’d be interested in…”
I wait letting dad’s mind find what he’s thinking of.
“Oh, what was it?” he prompts himself.
I stay silent watching the top of his head. He’s holding the phone too far away and at too steep of an angle for me to see his whole face. I don’t tell him to adjust it.
“It’ll come to me,” he says.
I wait.

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It doesn’t come to him.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter. I’ll think of it.”
To save him, I say, “I was watching something interesting the other day, too. It was a 60 Minutes episode…”
“Oh, maybe that was it! When was that?” He interrupts.
“I was watching it on YouTube, dad. It wasn’t on regular TV.”
“Oh, ok.”
I’m relieved that he seems to understand. We aren’t in the same country, so I wouldn’t be watching the same television as him anyhow.
“It was a 60 Minutes segment about three women who had total recall.” I say.
“Really? You mean, they remember everything?”
“Yes, everything.” I wonder whether what I’m telling him is appropriate considering his frontal lobe is atrophying at a significantly fast rate and so new memories are gone before they have time to be stored or a pathway forged. I carry on, “You could say to any one of these women, ‘What were you doing on May the 3rd in 2005?’ and they’d be able to tell you exactly what they were doing -what they wore, what they ate, who they saw. Or, you’d be able to say, ‘What day of the week was January the 2nd 1992?’ and a calendar appears in their mind and they’re able to just look at it and say, ‘It was a Thursday.’ Their mind is like Google,” I conclude.
“Really? That’s amazing!”
I’m encouraged that he seems to be following what I’m telling him, so I continue, “Yeah, they did brain scans on these women, dad, and it seems they have something in common. There’s a part of the brain called the caudate nucleus that is significantly enlarged.” I turn the camera around so he can see the pictures I’ve pulled up on my computer screen. I show him how the caudate nucleus is shaped. “So I’ve been focusing on that part of my brain in my meditations.”
“Oh that’s good,” he says.

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Then, after a slight pause, “You know, I could take a walk in my body.”

😳
Uh oh.
Here we go.
He’s lost the plot.

I stay quiet waiting to see if I can make sense of where he’s coming from. He says, “When I was a little boy, I would walk with my mother every day after school at around four o’clock to check rabbit traps at the neighbors’.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about.
Rabbit traps?
Neighbors?
I had noticed on my last visit home that the Alzheimer’s trips his mind into the distant past because it has no easy access to recent memories to latch onto and to talk about. I don’t interrupt him.
“I liked walking behind her because you could see her Aurora.” The last word doesn’t sound right to him. “It’s not Aurora, is it?”
“Aura?” we both say at the same time.
“Yes, aura. Her aura was so big and bright. A big bright light around her head. It was so beautiful. I didn’t talk about it to anyone because, you know, it is mad. Not everyone had it, but she did. I would tell her, “I can see your light.” She would say, “I can’t see it”, but I could see it. It was really big and it was beautiful.”

My middle name is, “Grace”. Named after my grandmother, my dad’s mother, whom I never met. My aunt, the baby of the five (the one with curly blonde hair in the picture below, who is also a natural healer), had told me once that Grace had abilities. Special gifts. She could see and know things. Later in her life, she had worked with an Indian healer to heal her eyesight. Apparently, it had worked because there is a point when she appears in the photographs, like the one below, without her thick glasses. Grace’s grandmother, or great grandmother was, according to family lore, of American Indian descent. Dad told me, “Blackfoot” more than once. He loved to tell me that she was an American Indian Princess Opera singer who met an Englishman on board a boat. Both my dad and his oldest sister had the genealogy test done and sure enough the results came back showing American Indian ancestry. 

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Dad says next, “We would walk and I would walk in my body.”
Walk in his body? What is he talking about?
“What do you mean, dad, ‘Walk in your body’?” I prompt.
“I could take a walk inside my body. I could visit my lungs, and my organs and see how everything worked. It was remarkable.”
Now I’m beginning to understand. He could remote view his own body! He had, what some people call, “Divine Vision”, or “Medical intuition”.
“Really, dad? You could see your organs inside your body? How did you do that?”
“I don’t know. It happened spontaneously. I just would find myself walking inside my body looking at everything.”
I’m excited. This is a skill that I practice with the students in the Advanced Reiki Training classes. “Wow, dad. That’s a gift, you know. I practice that with my students, and you have that gift naturally. That’s amazing. It has a name, dad. It’s called, “Medical Intuition.” It’s not mad. It’s an ability.”
I can see his eyes smiling. He looks pleased. Pleased that I’ve acknowledged his gift, or pleased that he’s remembered something that was fun and interesting for him.

“Well, it was just natural for me. Maybe it came from the Indian side. When we were living in Belair on the main road, when you were…No wait, it was before you were born. Anyway, I would go for a walk to collect the insects after it rained. I was breeding fish at the time, and so I would collect the newly hatched insects and the eggs from the puddles. The fish loved it, so I would go out, collecting the insects and bugs –it was like my nature walk, and I would also walk through my body. I would check my lungs and see that, “Oh yes, they are strong and working beautifully!” and then walk to other organs and see what they looked like and how they were working.”
“Dad! This is amazing. You can do it again. You can scan your brain.  See how it looks, and then tell your brain to heal.”

I tell him my hypothalamus story. A few years ago, I had started to get hot flashes at night and I would wake up soaking wet. I asked my body to tell me what was the cause. I did this by getting still, feeling my body as it is, and saying loudly in my mind, “What is the cause?” I heard the word, “hypothalamus”. At that time, I didn’t know what a “hypothalamus” was. I had to go and look it up, and to my surprise, I learned that the hypothalamus controls body temperature. I had a knowing then that all I needed to do was tell the hypothalamus to regulate, so as the next wave of prickly heat started under my skin, I stated as if calling a misbehaving child to attention, “Hypothalamus!” And then, I gave the command; “Regulate!” Immediately, the prickly feeling would fade away. I was able to repeat this many times with a 100% success rate. I shared it with my peri-menopausal friends and they too had success.
“The mind has power, dad.” I conclude.

His turn to share. “I used to read books about monks who used their minds to do amazing things. Monks from…Not in India…Oh, where were they from?”
“Tibet? Nepal?” I offer.
“Yes! That’s it. Tibet! And they would be able to levitate and make themselves appear in different places.”
“Bilocate?”
“Yes! Bilocate. They had mastered many special abilities and skills.”

I had read books like that as well. Books that described how monks were trained to utilize their subtle senses through their energetic bodies. One exercise I read about was how they were able to walk blindfolded through a maze of young bamboo stalks protruding from the ground in all directions. They used their energy-bodies to feel where the bamboo was and to avoid it. It reminded me of Luke Skywalker practicing using The Force to fly his craft.

I turn my camera around again and show him on my computer screen the diagram of the brain.

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I point out the frontal lobe where the doctors have said that his brain is atrophying and then I show him again where the caudate nucleus is located behind the frontal lobe to make sure he’s got it.
I tell him, “Dad, go for a walk in your brain. Put your attention on your frontal lobe. When you put your attention there, the energy will flow there, and then the blood flows to where the energy goes bringing with it the white blood cells and platelets. Your focus brings healing dad. Then, as back up, you can focus on strengthening and enlarging the caudate nucleus.”
“Ok, that’s a good idea,” he enthuses.
“Maybe at around 2pm, dad, when your brain gets tired, you can sit and meditate and take a walk in your body, look at your brain, and tell it to heal.” I suggest. “Anything is possible, dad, and you have a natural ability.”
“Yes, but I’m lazy,” he counters.
“Dad!” I admonish, “It’s just an experiment. What else are you doing with that time?”
“Ok, yes, you’re right. I can try that. Can you send me those pictures?”
“Yes, I’ll send them as soon as I get off the phone with you. Dad, be sure to do this every day. You have a gift. Use it!”
“Yes, I will. This is a great conversation. I am so glad we had it.”
“Me too, dad. It’s the best conversation I’ve had all week. I’ll call you next week to check in. Go for a walk in your ears, too!”
He laughs. “Ok, that’s a good idea.”
“The mind has power, dad.”
“Oh, yes it does,” he agrees.


Watch the 60-Minutes Segment

60 Minutes Australia - Total Recall


Honoring the power of your mind!

With Love,

💕

Andrea


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2018-08_ignorance

I pick up the phone. It’s my mum.
“What was the animal we saw at Yosemite?” she asks me.
“A bobcat.”
“Oh! I’ve been telling people it was a mountain lion.”
“Mum! A mountain lion is your size. The bobcat is a little bigger than Sophie.” (Sophie is my cat-sized Boston Terrier.)
Mum laughs and goes on to tell me that there was a fire at Yosemite and that the south entrance is closed indefinitely. I worry about the bobcats, the deer and the squirrels. I hope they made it somewhere safe.

For two weeks at the end of June into the first week of July, we had an adventure. This wasn’t a small thing because my mum lives in Adelaide in the appropriately named state of South Australia and I live in New Jersey on the East Coast of the United States. Mum plays table tennis. She’s been playing my whole life at least. Now in her early 70s she plays “Veteran’s Table Tennis”. She even has a gold medal for women’s doubles. This year the World Veteran’s Table Tennis Tournament was in Las Vegas. Her plan was to rent an RV (How did I feel about driving it?) to see The Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam and Yosemite. When mum told me about the tournament and her idea for the trip, I said, “yes” because 1) in the grand scheme of life we don’t spend that much time together, and 2) it would be a rare thing for me to say, “no” to a trip. That said, aside from helping book a campsite here and there, I neither physically nor mentally prepared for the trip.

Leading up to the trip, when I told people about it, they either projected their own mother-daughter relationship onto mine by saying, “Wow! How do you feel about spending that much time with your mother?” Or, “Wow! Have you ever driven an RV before?” As for #1, not to say my inner ratbag (brat) didn’t come out on occasion, but for the most part, the spending-time-with-mum part was easy. Over the years, we have moved through the apparently necessary mother-daughter angst to arrive at a loving relationship of appreciation and admiration. Mum is a good travel companion. Patient, funny and easy going. As for #2, the reality of living in and driving an RV through Nevada, Arizona and California didn’t reveal itself until I was actually driving the thing. (Mum forgot her passport at pick-up so I was the allocated driver) It was a 22 footer. It was an unwieldy creature and even with the power steering, it felt like I was at the helm of a horse-drawn carriage on a cobbled-stone road. It took a little while to get used to its dimensions. As soon as I started to get comfortable, I scraped the driver’s rear side at the gas station on one of the barriers that protects the pumps from a run-away car. Part of the corner frame bent out at an angle and off popped the reflector. Whoops!*

Still.

America is a stunning country and it is a very special thing to be able to drive through it with a quiet confidence because you can stop wherever you want knowing you are carrying a toilet on your back. We exhaled into the immensity of the Grand Canyon, we inhaled into the depth of Glen Canyon, saw the spectacular feat of Hoover Dam in 120F (48C) that wicked the moisture right out of your eyes, we bathed in the surprise oasis of Lake Mohave, we gaped at the intrigue of extra-terrestrial-esque solar panels standing like sentry over a tiny town called Nipton right at the edge of the Mojave Desert, and we remained captivated by the constant change of the rock, hills and valleys that let us drive through them mile after mile, minute by minute.

It took us a while to get the hang of the RV -to get the fridge working, the water pump going, hot water, the air-conditioner working and even sometimes the heater. We never figured out the shower, but luckily for us, for the first half of the trip, my friend Dawn from my San Francisco days along with her husband joined us and we were able to take cheeky evening showers in their lodgings.

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We spent the last (stinking hot) day (115F/46C) together floating down the Colorado River in the gorge of Glen Canyon. It was so hot our clothes dried in minutes after wading into the comparatively freezing water (44F/7C). I had the thought, “had someone said, ‘hey, let’s spend a stinking hot 46C day in the blazing sun on water too cold to comfortably swim in, what say you?’ I would have said, “erm, no, thanks!” Luckily, I had no such someone. It was spectacular. In addition to being in the belly of a canyon and seeing history in the rock -the earth dating back to 280 to 70 million years, we got to see wild horses, a bighorn sheep and petroglyphs estimated to be 1000 to 8000 years old.

The next day, we left the canyon and entered a world of plains dotted with movie-set oases on straight roads that made it impossible to guess the distance.
“How far do you guess it is, mum, from here to there?” “There” being as far as the eye could see along an impressively straight road.
“Fifteen kilometers” Mum ventured. “Eight or ten miles” I’d say. We tried our best to translate miles into kilometers and kilometers into miles. We’d watch the odometer. Twenty five miles!

Depleted salt lake beds lay at the foot of the ever-steepening and winding road that coaxed us into the Sierra Nevada mountains and then into Yosemite National Park proper. Thankfully, nothing had prepared us for the narrow, shoulderless road, the hairpin bends, and the sheer slab of rock to the left, ravine to the right.

Ratbag Moment on Rte 120 from the Tioga Pass Entrance to Crane Flat Campsite:
“Mum! Take a photo!”
“I can’t right now, dear.”
“Shall we pull over at the next pull out so we can stop and take one?”
“No, let’s just keep going.”
“Mum! Please! Get your tablet and take a photo. It’s so beautiful.”
“Darling! I can’t!”

Repeat.

The road was too hairpin, the lanes too narrow, the hair too raised on the back of the neck and the belly too queasy to think about taking a photo. My poor mum. I felt myself getting exasperated, but I had to admit it was hairy. Going only 25 miles an hour felt like I was going 45.

After being shut down from yet another willful effort to get my mum to take a photo of the awesomeness around us, in response to mum’s nervousness, I checked that I was within the yellow line and reaffirmed my grip on the steering wheel. Large vehicles, bigger and bulkier even than us, seemed inappropriate on this road. Tioga Pass belonged to hatchbacks and compact sedans, maybe a CRV, but not a regular-sized garbage truck, granddaddy Winnebago’s, nor even our 22 footer. And then, WHAM! The reaching arm of a granddaddy Winnebago’s side mirror loudly and unceremoniously clipped ours smashing it against the driver’s side window. I had seen that Winnebago coming and even had time to think the thought, “that vehicle has no business being on this road!”

“Are you ok, mum?” Knowing that she was, but concerned for her nerves.
“Yes, I’m ok. It was just a shock.”
“The Winnebago was too close to the yellow line!”
I wound down the driver’s window and pushed the side mirror back out. It was completely shattered. There was nothing to do but keep going. Nowhere to pullover.

Driving without a functioning side mirror is hard when you don’t have a rearview mirror to begin with. Luckily, there was a rearview camera that we could turn on to see what was driving behind us. There was no more discussion about taking photos after that. Our sole mission was to get to Crane Flat campsite, which we did to our shared sigh of relief.

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That evening we saw on the map that there was a garage in Yosemite Village in the valley. Even though it was Sunday, when we called the next morning, we were grateful to learn they were open. Later, to spare mum the 16 miles back up to Crane Flat, I  tentatively suggested that instead of staying a second night at Yosemite, we head to Dawn’s place in Petaluma instead. Dawn and her husband’s parting words to us at the Grand Canyon were, “If you want to tap out, you can always come to our place.” So after a morning visiting Yosemite Falls where we had the luck of the aforementioned bobcat siting as it slinked across our path, then a visit to the garage to get the mirror haphazardly fixed, we made our way out of Yosemite, out of Sierra Nevada to the rolling hills of Californian wine country.

“The funny thing is”, I ventured as hairpin eventually became a gentle winding, “had someone said, “This is what it’s like to live in an RV for a week, and this is what the roads would be like and this is how hot it will be and cold sometimes”, there is no way I would have said, “yes” to something like this.”
Mum admitted she would have made different choices.
But we didn’t know.
We were the effect of a bigger idea. An idea ignorant and indifferent to our human worries and fears. The bigger idea wanted us to experience the bigness of nature, its extremes, its unapologetic magnificence and diversity. For this I was so grateful.
“I’m so thankful, mum, that I didn’t know because I would have stopped myself from having this amazing experience with you.”

Ignorance is a gift.

How often do we try to protect ourselves from the unknown by preparing, researching, and investigating so that we can decide what we want to do, what would be “good” for us? But what if what we want to do, what we think is “good” for us, keeps us safe and small? What if ignorance is the gift that propels us into the unknown, into expansion and the kind of good stress that has us thriving instead of just getting by?

Studies show that we are happiest when we are slightly challenged and when the challenges draw out our strengths. Judith LeFevere found in her 1988 study that when she surveyed people at work doing interesting, challenging jobs where their skills were a good fit, they were happier working than when surveyed at low-challenge leisure when they reported feeling bored and apathetic. This is interesting because generally, we think we are happier when at leisure. Consistently, studies show that unless the leisure is challenging and utilizing our skills, this is just not true.

Author of the book, Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience, Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi says;

“The best moments in our lives are not the passive, receptive, relaxing times. The best moments usually occur if a person’s body or mind is stretched to its limits in a voluntary effort to accomplish something difficult and worthwhile.”

The RV trip was mum’s idea. Not mine. I would not have thought of such a trip and had I thought of it, I would have dismissed it. Mainly because I don’t like camping. I said “yes” because I wanted to spend time with my mum and I am curious to explore new places. I said yes, because I had no idea what to expect. Ignorance is the gift that gently nudges us into new situations, places and people giving us not only opportunities to use our gifts, gifts that may have been dormant in our dogged attempt to keep ourselves safe by staying the same, but also for Life to offer its gifts to us; the best burger you have ever eaten,  unsuspecting connections and conversations with fellow travelers, a bobcat sighting, the jaw-dropping magnificence of this Earth in its natural state of grace, and so much more.

The good thing about ignorance is that it is inherently expectation free. Spiritual texts remind us that expectations are only ever a recipe for suffering. Isn’t it more true that life rarely goes the way we plan, want or expect? What happens when it doesn’t? Do we get excited at the opportunity, or do we get disappointed and upset? But notice how Life in all its happening includes the wanted and the unwanted equally. It doesn’t care what you think about it. It just gives you what it gives you, which in that moment is what you need apparently. It may not be what you personally want, but somehow, if the experience is here, it’s needed and it’s an opportunity to expand, grow, learn, adapt, love, play, laugh.

ignorant (adj.)

in – “not, opposite of”
gnarus – Old Latin “aware, acquainted with” / gno-ro – Proto-Latin “to know”
Meaning: Not knowing

 

If ignorance means “not knowing”, then its opposite is “to know”. If we look closely, we’ll discover that our ignorance invites knowledge. The basis of many eastern healing and martial arts is to “Know Thyself”. Paradoxically, the only way to “know thyself” is with the no mind (not knowing). Ignorance can act like the no mind because it is unaware, innocent even. Ignorant to the treachery of a journey, the challenges of the new job, the quirks of the personality in a new relationship, the “best” way to a new destination, can keep us present to the flow of life.  When we are in the flow, we are aware. When we are aware we gain knowledge and new experience. We expand and grow, which is our purpose here.

So let’s reframe the word, “ignorance” as an opportunity to become that which we were destined to be, where Knowledge, self-knowledge is the path to happiness.

Love as Life is a miracle that teaches wisdom, grace, generosity and peace.

 

To Your Freedom, With Love,

💕

Andrea

*Both were fixed by the end of the trip. A helpful fellow RVer banged the corner back into place, and when we got to Petaluma, Dawn’s husband super-glued the reflector back on.


 

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2017-03

For my fellow east-coast dwellers, this post is for you…

Here you stand, whether you realize it or not, in the space between the seasons. Look at the symbol for Yin and Yang. Look at the inner part of the circle. Do you see the line curved down the middle where the black ceases to be black and becomes white instead, where the white ceases to be white and becomes black instead? Well, that’s where you are standing -in the grey pixels of the seasons where you get a bit of both; a warm spring-like day followed abruptly by a winter blizzard. Right now it is neither Winter nor Spring. Right now we are in the seasonal Tao.

To Spring, Winter is Yin
Yin is dark.
Yin is sinking.
Yin is cool water (rain and snow)
Yin energies flow inward; quiet and introspective.
Yin is internal.
Yin is protecting, storing, germinating.
Yin is death.
Yin is Sleeping.

During winter, trees, animals and people hibernate. The dark cold days prompt us to stay indoors by the fire resting and replenishing. For nourishment, we are attracted to warm teas, broths and hearty soups and stews. We nurture the inner Yang energies (warmth) to counter the outer Yin energy (cool) that nature brings. We are cultivating balance, the Tao.

To Winter, Spring is Yang
Yang is light.
Yang is rising.
Yang is the warm fire (the sun and Qi, or Ki)
Yang energies flow outward; expansive and dynamic.
Yang is external.
Yang is arousing, transforming, and activating.
Yang is birth.
Yang is awakening.

As Spring emerges, so do the trees, animals and people. Life literally springs into activity. The longer, brighter, warmer days ignite our desire to be outside, stretching our muscles. We are now tempted to eat more cleansing foods, berries and salads and lighter soups. Now we nurture the inner Yin energies (cool) to counter the outer Yang (warmth) energy that nature brings. Still, we are seeking harmony, the Tao.

This inbetween state can be confusing for east coasters, especially the ones younger than retirement age. Why? Because in our snooze-you-lose culture, to succeed, it is encouraged and celebrated to have more Yang energy (driven, hard-working, smart, and ambitious), than Yin (reserved, quiet, wise, and patient). So instead of spending the winter doing what nature was telling you to do; go inward, rest, connect with yourself and your family, you instead spent January and February pushing your energy outward. Perhaps you planned out your year, jumped into some “how-to” classes to learn how to do things better, differently or to make more money. Perhaps you started one or two or three projects, or joined a master-mind group. My guess is that you spent January and February being as productive as possible.

Here’s the thing:

Spring is the time for creative planning, Winter, not so much. While you may find bright sunshiney days in the middle of winter (yang), being as productive as possible at a time when, overall, nature goes to elaborate lengths to get you stay inside your home and inside your own heart, can lead to imbalance. You may be experiencing such imbalance as:

  • Unsustainable energy. You may find you don’t have the physical, mental or emotional resources you need to get the stuff done.
  • Erratic energy. You wake up with a burst of energy in the morning, but feel depleted by 2pm, or  you wake up groggy but by 10pm are feeling on top of the world.
  • You feel like you are pushing too hard; Things may not go the way you want at the pace you expect.
  • You may find yourself getting recurring colds or flu-like symptoms.
  • You may have difficulty focusing and prioritizing.

Nature is an incredibly beautiful and wise teacher. Nature reminds us that life is in constant motion. Notice how Winter does not cause Spring, but rather, Winter creates the right conditions for Spring to emerge. All the seasons create the right conditions for the following season to be born and the preceding season to die. Just as the seasons are in a cycle, so are you -at the macro level of your life; from the time you were born to the time you die, and at the micro level of your every day life; from the time you wake up to the time you fall asleep. Each day is a life lived. So…

Wake up!
Pay attention!
Observe nature!
Observe yourself in relationship with nature!
Observe yourself as nature!

Just like the symbol for Yin Yang shows by the small circle in each of the two halves, even in the Yang of Winter, we have a little bit of Yin -a bold sun shining on freshly fallen snow, and even in the Yin of  Spring, we have Yang -a monsoon rain that washes away the tender cherry blossoms. Just like the seasons outside of you, you have both Yin and Yang energies cycling, ebbing and flowing within you. For you to thrive, it is vital you pay attention to your own nature and how it relates to the nature of your environment. Let us say that you push through winter like a harried hare and now the plants and flowers are waking up and, according to their nature, and ours too, frankly, they desire to reproduce, the male portion of the flower (a Yang action) ejaculates, in abundance, its pollen, which you breathe in (a Yin action). Your kidneys, by the way, are said to hold your body’s most fundamental energy and winter is the time to rest them (and your adrenals) so that you have that energy available to you supported by a replenished immune system (Yang) in Spring and Summer to plan, create, work and play. But! Because you didn’t rest and replenish when Old Man Winter told you to, your immune system isn’t going to be strong enough to be able to handle the intrusion of the pollens into your system and so you are more susceptible to allergies.

Ask yourself, what could I be doing differently?

In case you are the hare scurrying full pelt into Spring without ever having rested in Winter, here’s a little guide to help you prepare you for the energy of budding Spring so you don’t pass out at the finish line (not that there is one 😉):

  1. Pause. Consider starting a daily meditation practice. It doesn’t have to be complicated. Just commit to sitting still listening to your own breath for 10, 15 or 20 minutes. Here’s a short guided meditation to help you get started.
  2. Honor your body’s need to rest. Take a 30 minute nap in the afternoon if your body tells you it wants to lay down and rest.
  3. Set time aside to clean out closets. Donate or recycle old clothes and accessories that are worn or you simply don’t wear any more. Clean out kitchen cabinets for food that is passed its use-by date. Clean out your bookshelves. Donate books to little libraries or pass them onto friends.
  4. Prepare to cleanse the body. According to Oriental medicine, Spring aligns with the energy pathways that govern liver and gallbladder. Take cleansing teas and avoid processed foods, additives and man-made stimulants. You may want to participate in a Healthy Eating Challenge, like the one my friend Elizabeth Girouard facilitates.
  5. It is said in Oriental medicine that liver energy also governs the eyes. Choose liver cleansing teas to help your physical sight and your spiritual sight, your insight (insight, get it? Look within sight?). Just as Spring is a time to clean out your home, it is also a time to clean up your inner stuff -old hurts, limiting beliefs and anything that keeps you stuck and holds you back from your own evolution (which can manifest in the Summer).
  6. Take time to take stock of the projects you hurried to get started at the beginning of the year, and ask whether these projects are truly in alignment with your soul’s purpose here. (If you don’t know how to access this wisdom, consider an in-person or Skype session with me to help you find out. See the footer for information on how to set that up).
  7. Make an appointment with an established energy and light-touch practitioner to help balance the endocrine system, calm the nervous system, cleanse, and align the major energy centers. (If you are local to NJ, consider booking a one-on-one session with me. See below for ways to make an appointment).

The thing to be aware of as a participant of a modern lifestyle is that you have access to non-local, non-seasonal foods all year round, and technology has insidiously taught you to ignore nature’s clock. Just think. Back in the middle ages, before electricity, you ate locally and seasonally and you went to bed when the sun went down, you awoke again at midnight to make love, have quiet conversation with a family member, visit a neighbor, study by candlelight, or spend the time in quiet reflection, and then went back to sleep to awaken at dawn to do your work (Read this fascinating New York Times article on Rethinking Sleep). So gently, I ask you again to ask yourself, “Knowing now what I just now know, what could I be doing differently?”

Do you not see
That you and I
Are as the branches of one tree?
With your rejoicing
Comes my laughter;
With your sadness
Starts my tears
Love,
Could life be otherwise
With you and me?
-Tsu Yeh
(Tsin Dynasty, A.D. 265-316)

To Your Freedom, With Love,

💕

Andrea

www.andreagrace.com


To identify and shift limiting beliefs, consider a one-on-one session. Sessions can be in-person if you are local to New Jersey (I am located in Berkeley Heights), USA, or via Skype if you are elsewhere. You may also wish to consider learning a natural healing art such as Reiki as a method of self-care. In the second level (degree) of Reiki, breakthrough limiting beliefs to clear the environment for creation and manifestation.
Email Andrea at info@andreagrace.com, or call: 908-271-6670 x 1. You may need to leave a message. I will return your call within 48 hours unless I am traveling.

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Dear You,

First, I want to thank you for your grace and gusto, for your being and your sharing, for your wisdom and your natural grace, for being the exact you that you came here to be for me and for all of us, including you.

Here’s the one thing you need to know…

It is not our job to say the right thing or do the right thing, or be appropriate, or nice or attentive. It’s not our job to make you feel ok, happy, safe, loved, wanted, validated, enough.

Our job is to be what we are.

Just as it’s your job to be what you are.

What we are may sometimes say the opposite to what you expect, not return a phone call or a text, walk away when you are wanting a hug, look away when you want eye contact, listen to our own thoughts instead of yours.

Your job is to not use us to get love, approval, attention, appreciation or acknowledgement. Your job is to practice letting go of your expectations on how we should be, and to free us from the “Making You Happy” job.

When you look to us to do the right thing so you can be ok, you gather all your power and hand it to us.

But we don’t want it.

We never asked you for this power, so don’t act like we are to blame when we don’t live up to your expectations.  And don’t judge us for not being what you want. We don’t want to be responsible for your happiness, security, and well-being. We’re too busy surfing our own expansion and contraction to take on yours as well. Impossible to do anyhow -we can’t surf two waters on two surf boards.

Do you know why you do this? Do you know why you keep trying to give us the keys to your happiness? You do this to avoid being accountable and taking responsibility for the state of your heart and the life you have created for yourself. You do this to avoid growing yourself up.

We are your mirrors, not your saviors.
We are your messengers, not your white-horse riding knight.

The good news is that what you want us to be is actually your soul telling YOU who to be for you (and for us). When you say, in your mind or out aloud, “I need you to…”, or, “I want you to…”, or, “You should…” that is your own soul speaking for your own ears to hear. Your soul is using us as a mirror to reflect back what it wants you to live. It uses us so you can hear yourself. You want me to love you? You love you, first. You need me to be attentive, you be attentive to you, and even to me -I may be needing your attention in that moment.

Do you see how firing us from the “make me happy” job would be you doing that job instead? After all, you actually know what makes you happy and gives you peace of mind. Do you see how being 100% accountable for the state of your heart keeps the power in your own hands?

So! Your job this year is to channel your innate, divinely inspired power into fun and creative ways that keeps your happiness-o-meter high. Take the guitar lessons you have been wanting to take, volunteer at a local people or animal shelter, learn about the stock market, start a Meet Up group, plan a trip to the place on your bucket list, start learning another language…

For our sake, please, commit this year to being your own best lover, mother, father, sister, brother, partner, friend. Hold your own hand (you have two) and tell you that you are ok, that you are safe. Look into your own eyes and tell you that you are loved and wanted. Be still in your own heart and know that Life is a gift to be shared, not a burden to be handed over.

Make yourself happy so we can surf the waves of life together.

Happy and free.

Loving you into 2017 with a whole heart,

All of us

Happiness is actually an art of living, which is in us

To identify and shift limiting beliefs, consider a one-on-one session. Sessions can be in-person if you are local to New Jersey, USA, or via Skype if you are elsewhere. You may also wish to consider learning a natural healing art such as Reiki as a method of self-care. In the second level (degree) of Reiki, breakthrough limiting beliefs to clear the environment for creation and manifestation.
Email Andrea at info@andreagrace.com, or call: 908-271-6670 x 1. You may need to leave a message. I will return your call within 48 hours unless I am traveling.

banner_2016-05Sydney 2002
I came back into my brother’s house one drizzly afternoon to find one of my black boots chewed to pieces. This wasn’t just any boot. This was one of a pair of traipsed-all-over-New-York-city-over-several-weekends-to-find-them kind of a boot. My bother’s dog, Ruby, a portly German Shorthaired Pointer my brother and his not-yet-wife had adopted after she had become too old for breeding, had used my precious black boot as a chew toy. It was the right one.

The thing that sticks with me about this memory is not that Ruby destroyed my prized footwear but that nothing happened. When I say, “nothing happened”, what I mean is nothing emotional happened. I didn’t react. There was no flash of anger, no loud outburst, no tears of rage, no sadness, no regret, no blame. Nothing. If I had told the story to a sympathetic friend especially drawing out for dramatic effect how long it took me to find this perfect pair of boots, my friend would understandably say, “That’s terrible! I’d be so mad!” But as it happened, it wasn’t terrible. I wasn’t mad.
I was so surprised at my lack of caring that I went looking for the upset!
In time, images started playing in my head of how people react in a situation like this. I saw in my mind a man yelling, “Bad dog!” I saw a dog cowering. I saw hitting. So in the end, that’s what I did. I faked the anger following a direction on how people are supposed to react when things like this happen. So I popped poor Ruby on the behind with the left boot and shouted sternly, “Bad dog!” (sorry, Ruby! RIP). It did not feel juicy and satisfying like raging can feel. It felt hollow. Surreal. Like I was a bad actor in a B-grade movie.

Nepal 2011
By the time I had finished my tea and cake I began to understand what people mean when they describe their headaches as “pounding” or “blinding”. It was the end of the one-day climb to Ama Dablam base camp where we had reached our highest altitude of 4,800 meters and I was succumbing to altitude sickness. I felt like I had a helicopter in my head. VROOM VROOM VROOM it pulsed.

It was my own fault. Cyril, our fitness trainer, had told us to bring enough water for the day. I didn’t. Instead of the recommended three bottles, I took just two. I drank my last drop out of my camel pack about half way down. Back at the inn an hour later than planned, the helicopter was relentlessly spinning on and I noticed I could not hear the shower running and it was hard for me to see. I stumbled into my pyjamas and somehow got myself into bed and closed my eyes waiting for the helicopter in my head to stop moving. I could hear my fellow trekkers coming to my aid. Once closed, I could not open my eyes. I was tested for oxygen count and I was propped up to take what I think now was an aspirin. At one point, Valerie, my roommate, climbed into the narrow bed with me and cradled me like a child. To my shock, guffawing sobs burst out of my body. Edmond, founder of the Legacy Odyssey Trek* of which I was a part, filled the room with sweet chakra music from his ipad.

What sticks with me with this memory is that while the body was shaking and sobbing and panicked chatter bubbled out, it was not me. I was there, but I was inside. I was in what I can only describe as the inky blackness. I was very awake. Very aware. Very still. Very calm. There was peace. The body was doing its thing, crying and babbling and it had nothing to do with me. I was floating inside completely fine wondering matter-of-factly if this was the end of the Andrea story. At one point I realized I didn’t need to stay in the inky blackness of the body and I left. I could still hear Valerie talking to me and then when Valerie went to have dinner, Cyril sat with me repeating over and over things like, “It’s ok. You’re ok. You are not the only one. Other people have experienced this too. It will be over soon. Don’t worry. Everything is ok.” I could hear the music until eventually it stopped and I could hear my own sobs until they stopped too. It wasn’t me and it was all me.

The Soul is Timeless
I’m sharing this story because I can not un-know that what I am is not my body and not my emotions either. What I am is still, spacious, awake and at peace. The body can wail and cry and that is not me. What is me is at peace. Lying there on a bed in an inn high in the Himalayas in Nepal was peace because what I was didn’t care about the body living or dying. It didn’t have a story about what came before, or what was to come next. It just was. It just is.

Emotional Tendencies
So here’s what I have noticed. I notice that we, as a modern culture, are addicted to how we feel. We are addicted to the highs and lows of the story of our lives. We are used to feeling a certain way when certain things happen. If you are rude to me, I’ll be angry. If you die, I’ll be sad. If you leave me before I’m ready,  I’ll be mad and sad. If you flirt with someone else, I’ll be jealous. If you fire me, I’ll feel shame followed by fear. All these reactions are understandable and widely accepted according to today’s cultural emotional maturity. If your partner leaves you, and you share your broken heart with your friends, they will agree with your feelings and may even fan the flames.

We innocently use emotions to make real our idea of reality.

What if we have it backwards?
If your partner leaves and you react with anger, the anger you feel serves to make real the belief that your lover shouldn’t have left you. We innocently use emotions to make real our idea of reality. For you to feel anger, a whisper of a thought has been believed, and that is; “She should not have left me”, or “He should stay and work this out.” To your personality’s rationale, the feeling of anger, frustration, sadness etc is proof that you are right; “I am so angry! I’m angry because of you!”

Emotions as Messengers NOT as Warriors
Your emotions are NOT, as you have been habitually believing, troops arriving to defend your preferences, opinions and judgements about life, nor for you to use as a force to go to war with Life. Your emotions are messengers pounding your chest, head and belly to get your attention crying out;

“Watch out! Wake up!
Don’t believe the nightmare!
You are, in this moment, in danger of preferring your untrue thoughts over reality.
You are, in this moment, insane.”

From the perspective of the timeless, spacious, sleepless soul, it loves you too much to care whether the body lives or dies, or whether your favorite boot is worn on your foot or chewed up by your bother’s dog, or whether your lover leaves or stays. To the soul, each apparent loss is just energy moving. Without the leaves dropping from the branch of the tree each Autumn, how can there be room for new growth in the Spring? Loss is never loss. It is only ever an opening into something else.

Emotions such as guilt and frustration are also the whisper that remind you when you have not been listening to your inner wisdom, values or truth, or have been acting discordantly to what is your soul’s divine purpose here on earth. Notice how this has nothing to do with anyone else. I have noticed that people, in their innocence, tend to project their unhappiness onto the people around them -especially the people whom they love the most, making them wrong. My invitation is to stop that. Now. Take responsibility for how you feel. Your emotions are your personal energetic experience. What do you get out of dragging your loved one into your chaos?

It is not their job to make you happy, it is yours.

Imagine that instead of using your emotions to make real your story about Life, you use them like an alarm that’s reminding you to wake up to an opportunity that has arrived in your life -an opportunity to open your heart, to release attachments, to shift perception, to love deeply and unconditionally, to relax and allow Life to be as it is without your personality arguing about it, to deepen your relationship with the Divine Wisdom that has all this working in perfect order. Give yourself permission to not react as you are “supposed” to but rather melt into the Truth that everything is as it should be and that you are ok actually.
Everything is ok actually.
The ground still holds you.
Your heart beats.
The body breathes whether you ask it to or not.
Without the stressful emotion, Life and its characters can do its thing and you are at peace.
With the peace, clarity naturally emerges out of the fog of the chaos.
You are free.

To Your Freedom, With Love,

💕

Andrea

 

Help Altruistic Odyssey Help Nepal

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* Edmond Antoine, founder of Altruistic Odyssey, is fundraising for many great causes in Nepal. Please consider donating. He especially needs help financing the rebuilding of a their kitchen in Deboche Gompa Convent. Click on the link to donate.

 


To identify and shift limiting beliefs, consider a one-on-one session. Sessions can be in-person if you are local to New Jersey, or via Skype if you are elsewhere. You may also wish to consider learning a natural healing art such as Reiki as a method of self-care. In the second level (degree) of Reiki, breakthrough limiting beliefs to clear the environment for creation and manifestation.
Email Andrea at info@andreagrace.com, or call: 908-271-6670 x 1. You may need to leave a message. I will return your call within 48 hours unless I am traveling.

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Did you know that your decisions are made 7 seconds before you become aware of them? That is, your unconscious mind makes a decision that your brain reacts to and 7 seconds later “you” make a conscious decision. Read more.

What else is happening at the unconscious level before it hits the conscious one?

For the first time in 30 years I have found myself once more on the other end of a nebulizer. It started after I began working in earnest on my Journey Through the Chakras project, a self-guided workshop through the human energetic anatomy to help nurture a balanced, empowered, spiritually aware life.

I’d been been starting this project for about a year. Not getting far. Little bursts without much continuity despite the recent attempts my friend Maria had made to give me deadlines at my request. So when our impressively creative and motivated friends Scott & Julie came to visit NJ from Vancouver in July and Julie asked me about my meditations and how was I doing recording them, I responded with red-wine infused enthusiasm, “You know what I would love? I would love to just spend two weeks with you guys and just produce.” To which, with equal enthusiasm, Julie responded, “When?!”

I arrived in Vancouver Friday, August 14th.

On the first days of writing, Monday and Tuesday, I completed the outline and started writing the section on the root chakra. That evening, my breathing was a little labored. This was strange and funny. Strange, because I had not had asthma in a very, very long time. Funny, because I was writing about the root chakra which governs physical health and vitality.

Have you ever heard of the Global Consciousness Project? I first became aware of it when I watched the 2010 documentary, Wake Up. The project measures how human consciousness interacts with its environment, specifically the effects global events have on human “hive” consciousness. What was amazing about this was that the EGG network (the system used to gather the data), showed that human consciousness was aware of the September 11 attacks up to four hours before the first plane hit the first tower.

Let me repeat:
The data showed that human global consciousness was aware something big was happening around 4 hours before it actually happened.

So! I didn’t realize it at the time, but it seemed like my body was predicting my next “decision”…

Writing about my past brought asthma back into my world.

On Wednesday, happily writing alongside Julie & Scott as they brainstormed story ideas for Kate & Mim-Mim, I  bounced back to write the Journey Through the Chakras introduction. In it, I share a time when I was camping and had an asthma attack and no medication to help me. After the initial panic, I was able to stop the symptoms using visualization and Reiki. On Thursday, I went further into my history remembering what happened the last time I had an attack and didn’t have medicine at hand, which was when I was 13 and at a school sports event -not having medicine had landed me in hospital. Friday, the asthma symptoms were worse and I had a raspy throat and a sharp cough, by Saturday, it felt like someone had a fist in my chest, asthma had squarely announced it wasn’t leaving and the sore throat meant my lymph nodes hurt and I found myself sucking on the slightly salty nebulizer air.

Your physical expression is a reflection of your environment.
~Bruce Lipton

The asthma symptoms started before I started writing, but there was already a subconscious intention to write about my asthma-soaked past. It was in my outline. I just didn’t know when I was going to get to it.  Then, on Wednesday and Thursday, I made my way back into asthma world through memory bringing it out on paper, so by Saturday I had what conventional medicine would likely label a chest infection. I was sick. I stopped writing. My throat was sore and my voice thick. I stopped recording meditations. It was not lost on me that according to the wisdom of the Chakra system, the throat is governed by communication and will. The whole purpose of my trip here is communication and expression.
Fascinating, isn’t it?

It is now Wednesday. It’s over. The asthma is back in the past where it belongs.
Perfect timing! Why? Because I read a tiny article yesterday that said that today, August 26th, 2015, is astrologically the best day to “spend tomorrow making a “passionate effort toward a great goal.” So! My chest is clear, my throat is open and I am setting my computer aside to record some meditations.

What is your body telling you about your beliefs?

What passionate effort toward a great goal are you going to make today?

Tomorrow, I leave Vancouver with so much love and gratitude to my friends, Julie & Scott and the whole family, for so graciously supporting the toddler stage of my project and nurturing me well again with so much loving kindness, and for asthma for reminding me how good it feels to be oh-so well!

I wish this kind of love and support and gratitude to you also. If it’s not yet reflected outside, your work is to nurture it inside.

Peace & Joy!

Andrea


To identify and shift limiting beliefs, consider a one-on-one session. Sessions can be in-person if you are local to New Jersey, or via Skype if you are elsewhere. You may also wish to consider learning a natural healing art such as Reiki as a method of self-care. In the second level (degree) of Reiki, breakthrough limiting beliefs to clear the environment for creation and manifestation.
Email Andrea at info@andreagrace.com, or call: 908-271-6670 x 1. You may need to leave a message. I will return your call within 48 hours unless I am traveling.

money is a game
I asked my housemate what I should write about today, and he said, “money”. He said, “I think a lot of people deal with money stress.”

Fair enough. So that’s what I’m going to do in this post. I’m going to talk about money and how to de-stress :).

I’ve noticed that many people do not like talking about money. We can talk about past physical and emotional pains, present ails and future concerns but when it comes to money, there can be feelings of insecurity and sometimes even shame. It is important then to not hide from our attitudes about money but get familiar with them instead.

The personality, yours included, was born with a sense that something is missing.
You can find this in yourself by asking, “what would I like more of in this life?” You may say, “more love”, “more peace”, “more openness”, “more freedom”, “more courage”, or “more wisdom”. Or, you might come up with something like, “more time” and inevitably some of you will come up with, “more money” -especially now that I’ve already brought it up!

But let’s look.
In order for this longing for more to exist, there has to be a belief already in place; the, “not enough belief.”

To want more love, you must be believing that you don’t have enough love.
To want more peace, you must be believing that you don’t have enough peace.
To want more openness, you must be believing that you are not open enough.
To want more freedom, you must be believing that you are not free.
To want more courage, you must be believing that you do not have enough courage.
To want more wisdom, you must be believing you are not wise enough.
To want more time, you must be believing that you do not have enough time.

And so,

to want more money, you must be believing that you do not have enough money.

Ok, before we go on, keep this in the back of your mind:

Something can only exist when the environment is right for it to exist.

Continuing… Believing that you don’t have enough money is very stressful. What happens when you hear yourself say, “I can’t afford it. I don’t have enough money.” Your heart closes, chaos erupts in the mind and in the emotions, you feel trapped, you feel scared, you feel dumb for being in this situation in the first place.

It hurts.
It is stressful.

I was with a client the other day. Since we have been working together she has been “going through” a “terrible” divorce that was costing more money than I can fathom. Needless to say, she was angry. During the session, we connected with her Higher Self who gently gave us these reminders:

  1. Money is energy and so it behaves like energy. The nature of it is to come and go. When we hold onto it in reality or in our minds it becomes stagnant. When energy becomes stagnant it accumulates. This may seem at the surface a good thing -we want money to accumulate in our bank accounts but we also want it to flow in and out. Flowing out (sometimes against our will) can offer the opportunity of a clearing out, a downsizing, a simplifying, which is ultimately stress-reducing. After all, we are all terminal and we do not take our cash and assets with us when the story of our life ends. When money flows out, there is room for more to come in. When energy stagnates in the body, it creates dis-ease. Money is governed by the root energy center and so when there is disharmony in money attitudes, the lower back can be affected.
  2. To have faith and trust that you have what you need. My client’s higher self really wanted her to know that everything is ok asking her to have faith and trust. The image I saw in my mind was of a monopoly board. I was reminded of playing monopoly as a kid. How it felt when on the throw of a dice I landed on a property that wasn’t mine and had to pay, and the excitement when someone landed on what I owned and had to pay -especially if there were hotels on it! I enjoyed the analogy. It’s so real when you are playing -you are so invested, but then when the game is over, you remember that it was just a game. You win some. You lose some. And often you don’t have much control over either.  Isn’t life really just a game too?

It takes energy to feed the, “I don’t have enough money” belief. Energy that could be better spent on paying attention to what you DO have. Energy that could be better spent nurturing ideas and taking action on projects that are creative and fun and contribute to the beauty, happiness and well-being of our planet, it’s plants, animals and people.

So to the, “I don’t have enough money” belief, say, “Thank you for sharing. Here is what I have enough of:

There is a ground that supports me.
Air that holds me.
A  body that breathes whether I ask it to or not.
A heart that beats whether I give it permission to or not.
I have people who love me.
I have food and water if I need it.”

Let the heart soften.
Let the breath deepen.
Listen to your precious heart beating.
Be grateful for the people who love you.
Be safe knowing that you have what you need.

In reality, don’t you have everything you need? Right now in this moment? You can’t have much more. You don’t need two chairs to sit on, three floors to stand on, four roofs over your head, do you? If you look, you may find that you actually have more than what you need: A lamp you are not using, books you are not reading, food you are not eating, water you are not drinking…

If that’s true, in this moment, in reality, could it be also true that actually you have MORE money than what you need right now? I mean, as you read this, you’re not buying anything, are you? You aren’t handing cash over to someone, are you? I can’t know. I’m not there with you, but I’m guessing not.

So that’s fun.
You have enough of what you need actually.
For right now, anyway.
And this thought, “I have enough of what I need,” feels way more pleasant than, “I don’t have enough money”, doesn’t it?

Don’t take my word for it, try it out. Fill in the blank:
Believing the thought, “I have enough of what I need”, feels….
Believing the thought, “I don’t have enough money”, feels…

So because what is here in your reality can only be here because the conditions are right for them to be here, if you want your reality to change (more money, more fun, more freedom, more love etc), the environment needs to change. You have the power to nurture your mental environment. The next time you hear yourself say, “I don’t have enough money”, or “I can’t afford it,” remember what is more true, “I have enough of what I need.” Stay here in open allowing, grace and gratitude so you can use your energy in creative, fun and loving ways.

Peace & Joy!

Andrea


To break through concepts such as, “I don’t have enough money”, consider a one-on-one session.
Sessions can be in-person if you are local to New Jersey, USA or via Skype. You may also wish to consider learning Reiki as a method of self-care. In the second level (degree) of Reiki, breakthrough limiting beliefs to clear the environment for creation and manifestation.
Email Andrea at info@andreagrace.com, or call: 908-271-6670 x 1. You may need to leave a message. I will return your call within 48 hours unless I am traveling.

Representations of Characters from Past Life Sessions
“I feel like I made it up.”

Says almost everyone who experiences a past life after they come out of the experience. To which, I say, “yes, in a way you did.” I then explain how the intuitive part of your mind communicates to you in the same language as your imagination -through images, pictures, color, symbols and sounds including language.

And, I invite you to consider this:

  1. Out of an unlimited amount of experiences and possibilities your subconscious picked this particular story for you to see today and look how brilliantly it related to your questions. Are you telling me that you are that clever?
  2. Isn’t it true that you didn’t know what was going to happen next? That the scene unfolded and all you had to do was describe what you saw or report what felt right? Isn’t it also true that sometimes you were surprised? If you were making it up, why would you be surprised?

In a one-on-one session, you are asked to bring a series of questions you would like answered. In an Experience Past Lives workshop, one or two questions are asked. The past life that is explored is typically a story that helps answer your questions and then when the life is over, we speak to an alternate level of consciousness that has a “higher” perspective.

In a one-on-one session, the client saw a life as a pubescent indigenous girl who had been left by her tribe. She was very alone and felt abandoned. When we asked the alternate level of consciousness for the reason why she was shown that life, it was revealed that because she had not known this level of hopelessness and solitude in this lifetime, she needed to experience this because she lacked compassion for her husband who was sent to boarding school at a very young age. When before the session she would be irritated by his neediness, the life helped her have empathy.

Sometimes, the client argues with the suggestions and advice their “higher self” offered during the session while the client was in a relaxed, focused state.

Advice can include diet changes, instructions for a meditation practice,  a change in attitude and/or behavior to help with a relationship. Sometimes, these suggestions are met with shock. Tom‘s Higher self told him during one session to stop eating bread to help him lose some of the weight he had put on. Tom was shocked, “Stop eating bread?! I’m Italian. I love bread!”

Please take a moment to consider what this is like from my point-of-view.

There I am at the beginning of the session listening intently as the client shares with me her questions. Questions that are often buoyed by some level of pain or stress, rendering these questions problems she wants resolved. Then, after we explore a life, I enjoy an enlightening dialogue with the “higher self” who matter-of-factly offers a new perspective, advice and suggestions to each question. Finally, after bringing the client back to everyday level of consciousness, that is, the perspective of the personality, we review. Incredibly, more often than not, the person argues with what they just said. So again, join me at where I sit. I am watching the same face, listening to the same voice, sitting in front of the same body arguing with themselves.

What we are exploring are the many levels of consciousness who each have their point-of-view. The personality who has the questions/problems does not have the same point-of-view as the level of consciousness that answers and who has the solutions. The good news is that you already have the answers. Using Quantum Healing Hypnosis to access past life memory is just one way to help you listen to those answers even if they are not the answers you wanted to hear.

Click here to listen to Quantum Healing Hypnosis sessions including Andrea’s own session with her teacher, Dolores Cannon.

The “Explore Your Past Lives” workshop is currently being at The Elila Center for Natural Healing in Berkeley Heights and have taught in Australia and in Europe as well. Look on my calendar for the upcoming class dates and locations. If you are considering a one-on-one session, you can email me at info@andreagrace.com, or call the Elila Center: 908-271-6670. You may need to leave a message. I will return your call within 48 hours unless I am traveling.

Turkish Tea

Being Australian and having lived in Tokyo and Dublin where drinking is more like a vocation than a social past-time, comparatively, Turkey is like a teetotaling uncle who only on special occasions is seen partaking in a harder beverage.

Instead of happy hour and after dinner “meet-for-drinks”, Turkish people meet after work and fairly late into the night for çay (pronounced, “chai”). Cay is Turkish tea taken black and served with a cube or two of beet sugar. It’s made using a two-tiered kettle. The bottom half boils fresh water while the top half holds the steeping tea. Because the tea is so strong (today, I noticed the pot had 8 teabags in it) and the cups it is typically served in are Hobbit-sized, half a cup of tea is poured from the top half and then the rest of the cup is filled with the boiling water from the bottom half.

Turkish tea is drunk at all times throughout the day and served everywhere. Yesterday, I was waiting at the bookstore for the store attendant to finish helping me copy the abridged manual for the Reiki I class we had today, and the shop girl offered me tea. In a bookstore!  There I sat next to a shelf of English-Turkish and Turkish-English dictionaries sipping my tea as the after-school kids milled around shopping for pens and test kits and me watching the girl unjam the copier for the upteenth time. Outside, it’s not uncommon to see young boys weaving through the crowd and cars with tea-laden copper trays delivering çay to a local shop or business.

Tea is served at every meal. And if it’s served outside of mealtime, it’s common to nibble on some kind of sweet treat; Turkish delight, halva, a cookie, or a piece of baklava.

The other day I wondered why every night I’m still wide awake until 2am. I think the answer might be in the çay.

New Year 2013, Turkey

When I lived in Japan, come New Year, my Japanese friends would tell me that how you spend the first day of the new year is indicative of how you will spend the rest of the year. Turkish people, I learned, share the same belief. If you just spent your New Year’s day hungover and lying on the couch watching VH1 or a marathon of Hallmark movies, you probably want to reserve taking on this belief until next year ;). Somehow I adopted it and haven’t taken the time to undo it, so New Year’s day I like to do something fun and active with people I love. Last year, I went hiking in South Mountain Reservation with my Turkish friends Burçin and Hatice and Hatice’s family. It wasn’t lost on Hatice, her family, nor myself that we were together again this New Year’s day…In Turkey!
Beliefs are powerful!
So despite our late night revelries and 4am bedtime, this is what we did with the intention to carry it through the year:

  • Took a wooded walk (in a beautiful area called Sapanca)
  • Ate delicious, fresh food and drank tea and coffee
  • Spent time with people we love
  • Gave and received Reiki (we hosted a Reiki circle last night (January 1) for the local neighborhood women)

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Now, here are some things I learned about spending New Year’s Eve in Turkey:

  • Spend the evening with your family or friends
  • Give small gifts (books, CDs, clothes or cute accessories are typical)
  • Dine on roast turkey, pickled tomatoes and dolma‘s
  • Wear red knickers (that were given to you by someone else)
  • Carry a passport in your pocket (if you wish to travel in the new year)

Hatice’s mom (I love her!) blessed me with the gift of red knickers, but between all the dolma-eating, Rakı sipping and gift sharing, I didn’t get around to putting them on, so I tucked them in next to my passport and carried them with me in my little shoulder bag.

We greeted 12am coming up the escalators to Nişantaşı, a quarter of Istanbul famous for its shops and cafes. People kissed and shouted, “Happy New Year” in Turkish –I still haven’t learned it, sorry! We joined the throng and squeezed ourselves into the crowd following the music towards the heart of a street party (a DJ was playing music on an outdoor stage). A little while later, with some effort, we popped ourselves back out to walk along Abdi İpekçi Street, Turkey’s most expensive shopping street. We finished the night with Starbucks and the drive back to Izmit for our 4am bedtime.

Noted moment New Year’s Eve 2013?  Pre-dinner belly dancing lesson in the kitchen. Dear Belly Dancing, you are elusive, but I am determined to get you!
Once is enough moment New Year’s Eve 2013? Being sandwiched between revelers doing the fake-horseriding move to Gangnam Style. Why can’t I escape this song? Why?!
Noted moment New Year’s Day 2013?  The flock of starlings dancing in the sky.