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Whether you are calling to heaven or blaming hell, an unprecedented global event is being experienced right now. It’s unprecedented because the age of communication has meant that the modern world is all in on the same story line. This is amazing if you think about it.

Consider there is a part of y(our) consciousness that oversees this life. It includes the world, includes the body, and includes the stories -global, cultural, familial and personal. Whatever occurs within it, has already been allowed by it, so there is no point in resisting it. There is no point being a victim. There is no point creating stress when, in reality, in this direct moment, you have everything you need and you are 100% abundantly supported -you have air to breathe, water to drink, food to eat, and people to talk to. If you think you need more in this moment, you are following an old and irrelevant story line.

That said, how much of what you are responding to is the story -images and pictures your eyes have seen (past), and then images and pictures and sounds in your own mind (imagination)? Does what is actually in front of you match those images and pictures? Let’s be real about your personal reality. Take a breath and look around. Look up. Look down. Doesn’t Life conspire to support you in this moment, actually?

Still, people ask me, “What is the purpose?” Well, the purpose is whatever is in front of you. If you are staying home, that is the purpose. If your money-related fears have surfaced, that is the purpose. If you are spending more time with the people you live with, that is the purpose. If you cooked a meal instead of eating out, that is the purpose. If you are working or learning independently -away from the office, or school, that is the purpose. If you are cleaning out closets, that is the purpose. If you are unwell and need to rest and receive help, that is the purpose.

The point is not what’s happening. The point is how am I responding to what is happening. Do I respond with fear, or with power? Do I resist, or surrender? What we are experiencing is an effect and, simultaneously, the cause of what comes next in the perceived linear timeline. The main purpose of all life’s happenings -big and small is to lead us to Truth.

The Truth is this:

Everything is happening exactly as it is supposed to be.
Everyone is exactly where they should be.
Everything I experience is revealing Truth to me.

It is an invitation for inquiry. To look beyond the storylines, beyond what the eyes see, beyond your ideas about the world. Events like this create opportunities, via contrast or paradox, for the following human graces (or vibrational states) to manifest:

  • Gratitude
    (We are now aware of the small and big things we can’t do or have access to, as well as noticing the small and big things that we missed before because we were too busy to notice.)
  • Generosity
    (We meet our own beliefs around lack and we get to sit with our inner miser, as well as see and be the outreach of generosity intrinsic to the human heart.)
  • Trust
    (We get to meet our ideas (mostly false) about what we are, what the world is, our misconceptions about life and death, as well as realize that moment-by-moment life is humming along nicely -the birds don’t care, nor the squirrels, the budding flowers, the trees, the sun, nor the moon about what’s happening in the human story.)
  • Kindness
    (We see where we are still judging, policing each other, throwing our will around rather than seeing with the vision of Truth as Trust)
  • Freedom
    (As we are restrained, many of the “have-tos” of our typical rat-race days are falling away, we are beginning, perhaps, to meander without a strict agenda, to be free to be.)

An important effect of this event is, for many, a slowing down. When was the last time you felt you were going at your own natural pace? Do you even know what that is? Do you know that it’s possible to be idyllic and productive at the same time? Do you know that it’s possible to let go of “trying” and just be yourself and stuff still gets done? When was the last time you felt truly yourself? When was the last time you gave yourself a day, a week, a month, a year without “have tos”?

Now is not the time to be the victim of your perceived circumstances. If you notice a part of you feeling bad, afraid, wanting to blame, feeling alone, or bored even, shift your attention. Let’s go back to the Emoto experiments, and experiments by other scientists such as Glen Rein, a DNA scientist, who have shown how intent can affect the structure of water (see Emoto’s experiments) and also influence DNA (see Glen Rein’s experiments).


The fact is, there is an energetic component to life. A virus, like any other life form has an energetic component. A virus is not a fully formed being per se, it can not reproduce itself. It hijacks the host cell’s ability to reproduce and takes over that way. Experiments like Dr Rein’s show that our consciousness affects DNA, and by extension RNA, which is the genetic material this virus has. This means we are not victims at all. In fact, we are powerful enough to change matter with our loving, healing intent. This is how the power of prayer works. When we raise our electro-magnetic frequency by maintaining loving thoughts and feelings, we can raise the tempo of our cells (and the cells of others, which is how distance healing works), where vital amino acids instead of breaking down and being excreted through urea, combine with an enzyme instead, which, when meditated on increases their vibrational rate resulting in healing, when it occurs in the brain, clear seeing.

“…they will pick up serpents with their hands; and if they drink any deadly poison, it will not hurt them; they will lay their hands on the sick, and they will recover.”

Mark 16:18

All we are is the result of what we have thought, so it is important more than ever to maintain a pure mind. The victim is not a vibrational match for a pure mind. The wisdom of the eastern ancients teaches this. In the teachings of the eastern healing art Reiki, there are  the Gokai (Five Principles) to repeat daily and to apply practically:



We are encouraged to be disciplined in our mind and emotions (remember that “discipline” comes from the word, “disciple”, reminding us to be a student of our own minds), and to practice “sincerity”, which can also be considered to our western way of thinking, “integrity”.

Mikao Usui, the founder of Reiki offered this wisdom:

Cultivate yourself sincerely
And be aware of the deep truth
That the hidden and invisible things
And the manifested things
Are one

-Usui, Mikao

This wisdom has dripped into human consciousness through the ages. 2,600 years ago, Lao Tzu, the author of the Tao Te Ching, provided these instructions:

Become totally empty
Quiet the restlessness of the mind
Only then will you witness everything
unfolding from emptiness
See all things flourish and dance
in endless variation
And once again merge back into perfect emptiness—
Their true repose
Their true nature
Emerging, flourishing, dissolving back again
This is the eternal process of return

To know this process brings enlightenment
To miss this process brings disaster

-Lao Tzu

We have been missing it.
This disaster is the effect.

But let’s consider something new. Let’s consider there is a part of you who already is sincere, already wise, already at peace. What if you are already a volunteer. What if you are here, on the earth at this time, to play your perfect part? What if, this event is an opportunity for us to all usurp the victim, the saboteur, the martyr from our roleplaying card and come home to the Truth of who we are, which is eternal, always safe and at peace?

We literally have been given very clear directions to stay home from work, from school, from non-essential travel. We are directed to “stay in” (yin). There are countless opportunities here for growth, strength, and expansion (yang). Going inward creates the conditions for expansion of consciousness, of your own energy body. If you read my blog post, “I Hear Voices“, perhaps it inspired you to be still and listen in the serenity for the quiet voice of your own indwelling soul.

I have my 10,000 hours of meditation under my belt and so I can tell you from a place of authority that there is a light within that can be found by sitting in perfect stillness and harnessing the mind’s ability to pay attention to the experience of the breath, or of aliveness as it’s happening. This light is your True Essence. So as a perfectly formed light soul being, ask Yourself:

Why am I here -in this town, in this country, on this planet, in this body?
What are my indwelling soul gifts?
What can I learn?
What can I create or innovate?
What can I express?

Consider your mind a sacred space, sweep it clear of distracting, frivolous, mundane thoughts. Invite the light of your Divine Consciousness to fill your mind, turn your attention inward, to the body, to the breath, to the heart beating, ask your questions and listen.

Again, do not let yourself get away with feeling sad, afraid, angry, alone, bored or hopeless. This energetic state, weakens the body. Seek to elevate your consciousness, elevate your emotions. Move. Be in nature. Make something new. Decorate. Clean. Create. Learn something. Teach something. Play on the floor. Hang upside down. Write something. Meditate. Play a game… Being in the flow, using your attention and your intention in creative, loving ways, being open to receiving inspiration, acting on that inspiration, expressing joy, being in awe of beauty, strengthens the body.

Perhaps you have noticed that I have not used the label of the cause of this pandemic. I do not wish to give it more energy than it already has. But let’s look at the meaning of the word, “pandemic”;

pandemic (n)

from Greek pandēmos
pan =  ‘all’
dēmos = ‘people’

And so it seems we are one in this story, and we are all being given a massive opportunity to find the Truth, which is this; we are all unique expressions of One, like a drop in the ocean. From this perspective, where’s the problem?

So! Enjoy what’s here in front of you and be nothing but your already perfect self. It’s easy! You already ARE it.




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Dr Emoto:
Rein G. “Storage of non-Hertzian frequency information in water”. Proc Internat Tesla Soc. 1992; S. Elswick, ed. Internat Tesla Soc Pub, Colorado Springs, CO.

To connect with the light within, consider a one-on-one session. Sessions are currently being held via the platform Zoom. You may also wish to consider learning a natural healing art such as Reiki as a method of self-care, or take the online class, Discover Your Unique Soul Purpose.
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I’m at my brother’s in Queensland, Australia for a visit. He’s on holidays so he’s “getting stuff done.” My brother is closer to 50 than 40. Neither of us wear glasses, but when I saw him squinting at the small print on an electronic device he was holding in his hand, I asked him whether he had reading glasses yet.
“No, I don’t need them. I just need more light.”
I laughed. “Yeah, me too.”
I’d noticed recently that my eyes take a longer time to focus, or the gaze stays “lazy” -not focusing until I tell them to. I never had to think about focusing my eyes before. But now, more often than not, I do.

“Tell your eyes to focus.” I tell him.
“Oh, ok.”
I’m more than a little surprised that he accepts my direction without some kind of cheeky comment. “Did it work?” I ask.
“Yeah, that worked”, he answers without any affect.
“So, it’s an extra step, but it’s good to know that your eyes listen to you, right?” Always the teacher.

I know that my body listens to directions I give it because I’ve been talking to it for the purpose of balance for many years. In addition, over the last decade, I have done my own home research, and have been told, through clients in hypnosis, by part of the mind that oversees this life, the part of the mind that is wise and has the answers to our questions, that the cells are conscious, listening (unless they are sick) and wise.

The times I have talked to my body directly, just like my brother telling his eyes to focus, have worked well. I have talked to my hypothalamus to stay hot flashes. I had a conversation with my uterus when, in the early 2000s, I went from having pain-free periods to painful ones (when I asked her what the pain was from, “she” told me matter-of-factly that it was the uterine wall mildly contracting, and I needed to be more self-nurturing). Daily, in meditation, as I prepare to sit, I ask my body to align itself -shoulders over hips, and it does.  I always say:

Where intention goes, energy flows. Where energy flows, biology goes.

Cell biologist Bruce Lipton‘s research has showed that cells are not only in communication with each other, but also in communication with a vast field of intelligence. Traditional textbooks are still teaching us that our cells are responding to programming from the genes. When we get sick, we often feel that it is something we have no control over. We say things like, “It runs in the family.” Or, “It’s on my mother’s side”, or  “I take after my mother.” The effect of being taught this falsehood that it makes us a victim of our circumstances and powerless to do anything about it. As a result, we have been believing that we can only be healed through an external answer; doctors, specialists, pharmaceuticals and invasive procedures. This has a detrimental effect on our well being. We put ourselves at risk for getting sicker from the medicines we are given. Remember, human beings have existed successfully without modern medicine for thousands and thousands of years.

We can adjust our own chemistry, but we have to do it through our consciousness and our perceptions of how we see the world. It’s easier to change your perceptions than it is to change your genes. When we recognize it is our beliefs that run the show, and we start emphasizing our beliefs and our psychology behind our health that is a self-empowering process.

– Bruce Lipton

Our subconscious beliefs are born out of the belief of separation. Like a wave believing it is separate from the ocean. One way they contribute to not working is the archetype we call the saboteur. Let’s pick the Universal  subconscious belief of, “I’m not good enough“. In spite of a very sensible conscious desire to succeed at school, in relationships, and at work, the subconscious makes sure that, “I’m not enough” is made true instead. It makes true what it thinks it is, so it will sabotage our success so it can be right. Procrastination, running late, missing the exit or the train, reading the map wrong, indecision, giving the wrong answer, forgetting to charge our phone so it goes dead and we can’t let our new love waiting know you got stuck in traffic are all effects of the subconscious making things happen to/for you. Subconscious programs are directly involved in creating our life.

The tricky thing is that we are not always aware of our beliefs. To use a computer as a metaphor, consider the body the computer hardware, the subconscious the operating system, and the conscious mind the programs we use to get our stuff done. The subconscious mind runs quietly in the background. It’s so quiet, we don’t realize what effects the subconscious mind has on our life. The beliefs that make up the subconscious mind contribute to all that is working and not working in our life circumstances.

What we need to do is get good at is making conscious the unconscious. According to Michigan State University Extension’s Stress Less with Mindfulness program, a modern person has 80,000 thoughts a day. 90 percent of these thoughts are ones we have had before, and 80 percent of these are negative. Our unconscious belief patterns are not too hard to find. They are lived out through how we feel, how we act and our habits. Our outer world is determined by the thoughts we are believing. So try this. Ask yourself:

  1. What in my direct world is not working? How are things going in terms of my work? My finances? My romantic relationship? My family relationships? Get it down on paper.
  2. What thoughts am I having about each of the categories that aren’t working? Get those thoughts down on paper. E.g., “I can’t do that”, “She doesn’t get me”, “I can’t afford it.”
  3. Make time for yourself to turn the thoughts around. Here are some methods I have used that work: Byron Katie’s The Work), Practice reaching for a better feeling thought with the law of allowing as taught by Abraham-Hicks), or ask your own Infinite Wisdom with a Know Thyself Session.

Keeping in mind that the physical body is a collection of 37-50 trillion cells, and that the word, “I” actually refers to the collective consciousness of all the body’s cells along with the subconscious and the conscious mind, what we come to realize is that our cells are listening to what we are saying, whether the messages we are broadcasting are conscious or unconscious.

In order to make real positive change in our life we need to change the programming of the subconscious and we need to commit to being the leader of our life and cells. When we were under the age of seven, our minds were like a sponge. We were naturally very open to suggestions regardless of whether these suggestions, or affirmations, are beneficial or harmful. A parent (innocently) telling her kid after she got paint on her dress; “Oh! that wasn’t very smart! I told you not to get it dirty before the party.” Or, the good ol’ English saying that has slithered in the psyche of children for over 400 years giving birth, “Children should be seen and not heard” rendering countless number of adults who can’t speak up, set boundaries, can’t process emotions, say what they need or want, who end up communicating by having tantrums or shutting down.

Our beliefs affect our biology. A life time of not speaking up, setting boundaries, letting emotions go, nor communicating what we want or need shows up in the body. The cells, listening to your inner screams, will use the body to set a boundary for you. It will cut you off by creating chronic or acute conditions, ailments and accidents. Literally, the cells shut down, they stop listening and as a result go maverick. In addition, research shows that stressful thoughts weaken the immune system which makes the body susceptible to disease. We can only catch something from the environment if our immune system is suppressed. Stress, including our thinking, is an immune suppressor. It becomes clear when we look at it, that our subconscious thoughts determine our reality.

Every Cell in Your Body is Listening to You

[Quantum Healing Hypnosis Session – September 2013]
Tom Taylor, my client, goes very deep into trance. In this session we had a conversation, with “Uncle Pat”, an uncle who had passed away when Tom was very young. In the session, Uncle Pat was telling us that we are more powerful than we thing we are, that instead of being victims to our biology, we can play God.

Listen to the short excerpt here. It’s just a little over 1 minute (Time stamp: 7:05 to 8:20)


“If you only knew. People here think that they pray to a God. Every cell in your body can hear you talk. You talk to the cell, each cell and every cell. You would be amazed at what you can overcome. The cells will listen. They want to, are willing to, work for you. Everything is a copy of everything which equals love.

Cells will do a dance, create and cure. Cancers. Hair loss. Whatever your ailment is. All you have to do is ask. Your body wishes you would open up to your cells also. Cells drive the body. Don’t ignore them. You ignore them, they’ll keep doing what you do, going through life aimlessly. They don’t want that. Open up to everything. Not just cells. The air, the breeze, trees…”

How to Talk to Your Body

The main ingredient to talking to our body is listening. The second is realizing that there is a greater intelligence than the personality mind that has the body working perfectly and is doing its best to stay balanced given the environment its been given (this includes our thinking). What is the God of my understanding thinking that I’m not thinking

Let’s try:
You may do this exercise as a writing meditation, where you go inside and then with a soft gaze open your eyes to write down the words or impressions you receive.

Sit comfortably or lay down.
Let the body melt into the support of the chair or the bed.
Let your eye lids rest over your eyes -no strain.
Sweep the mind clear of thoughts
Move your attention to the part of the body that is calling for your attention (pain, pressure, the site of a condition or ailment)
Keep your mind on this part of your body, feeling what it actually feels like.
Then say in your mind, “Hello [area of the body], how are you today?”
Listen for the answer. You may hear words or get a sound. You may get a feeling or a knowing, or you might feel physical sensation like a gurgle, a tingle, even a little jab. If you don’t hear words or get a knowing, ask yourself, “What feels right?”
Next ask, “What is the message this [pain, discomfort, condition] is telling me? What do I need to know?”
Listen for the answer.
Ask, “What do you need me to [think, do, be] for you to be happy, healthy and in your optimal state of wellbeing?”
Ask, “What do I need to [understand, know, realize, believe] in order for us to be on the other side of it?]
Use the Ho’oponopono Prayer. Say, “I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.”
Finally, ask for a final message, “What final message do you have for me that you want me to know? I’m listening now.

It’s time NOW to start taking responsibility for our own health and healing. Clean up unconscious beliefs (apparent through your thoughts and current reality), taking care of the body by eating well -organic, whole foods, drinking water and herbal teas, regular moderate exercise, meditation and mindfulness practices -paying attention to your body and your thoughts, and active self-enquiry.

Feel free to share what you learn when you talk to your cells and your body. I’d love to hear. If you need help communicating with your body, we can set up an online session.


Andrea Grace


Links to the full session with Uncle Pat via Tom Taylor:
Part 1:
Part 2:

Book Recommendations:
Biology of Belief by Bruce Lipton, PhD
Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself by Joe Dispenza

To connect with the wisdom of your cells, 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 Zoom if you are elsewhere. You may also wish to consider learning a natural healing art such as Reiki as a method of self-care.
Email Andrea at, 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.


“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.


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.

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?
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. 


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.”
“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.


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,



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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!*


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.


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!”


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.


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,



*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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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. I heard myself wondering what they would do with the body. Would they send it back to the U.S., or would they send it to my family in Australia? 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,




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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, 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.

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!


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, 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.