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When I had these dream I had been grieving, the de

When I had these dream I had been grieving, the death of my father and breakup from the love of my life. Something had changed in my mother the day my father died and she just was not the same anymore.

In the next dream I found myself sitting at my drafting table in the middle of a field. (I was just about to open my own architecture firm) a woman walked up to me and said “it’s time, get up from you desk and follow me to your real work!”

I followed her into some thick fog were I became aware that there were others with us that were unseen. I was told that my mother was going to go on a trip, to see my father, and it was important that I help her prepare for her trip.

We traveled back out of the fog and came upon a field where elephants were being used to work the fields. There were two men with riffles. One of the elephants had given birth while being forced to work the fields. One of the men was about to shoot the newborn elephant.

I yelled to the man... stop, what are you doing. He said we don’t need this baby, it will just waist my resources and distract the grown elephants from work. I yelled again, stop, you can’t do that!

Both men with guns started to chaise us. I knew they would kill us. We found a barn, ran into it, picked up pipes and as the men ran into the barn we knocked them over the head. They fell to the ground and were out.

My guide turned to me and said, YOU MUST SAVE THE BABIES! Just then I saw a second baby elephant that had been put in the barn to die. I picked her up and we ran out to get the other baby elephant.

That is when the clap of thunder woke me. That is when I went outside at midnight and walked in the pouring rain for an hour. I was struggling to understand because I knew some kind of gift had been given to me in these dreams.

Soon I would find out that my mother started having mini strokes the day my father died and that her brain was very slowly deteriorated.

I could not understand that dream in the way I do now. What I did do was write a note to my ex. It was 1 line...

I have news, if you want to here it, call me.

I put it in mail with my phone number and waited to see if he would call. It had been years.

Does anyone else have boxes of these? My father lo

Does anyone else have boxes of these? My father loved to take slides and have slide shows so a good portion of my childhood memories are in boxes full of these. I think it might be time to put on a slide show for my kids and let them see things they have never before.

I have never shared my dreams from that stormy night before. Some of it took me time to understand and process. I think perhaps it’s time to tell this story too.

As my head hit the pillow that night, my dreams began instantly. I once again found myself coming home from work, entering my dark apartment, and knowing someone else was there. I was not afraid. I walked into my living room to find two family members waiting for me with a great sense of anticipation. They said they had a surprise for me but first a message.

As I got closer, their eyes sparkled blue energy and when they spoke that blue energy came from their mouths. An elder member of my family said that It was very important for me to keep meditating, that this same energy I saw in them would come from me but I must keep meditating.

She had an envelope in her hand and said this is for you. When I took it I was told I would become pregnant and then she told me to turn around. As I did people started coming into my apartment. Every person I had ever known, one by one, came up to me, wrapped their arms around me in the most compassionate hug and spoke into my ear saying, “I love you.”

It didn’t matter the role of the person or relationship in my life or even how long they had been a part of my life. Each encounter felt peaceful and genuine. I felt the most profound love I had ever felt.

I knew someone was missing. As people kept coming they were inching me towards my hallway. They said there was one more surprise waiting for me down the hall. I walk towards the door and as I began to open it I saw a flash of myself and my now husband at our wedding.

And then poof... the dream ended.

Everything in that dream was about to start unfolding in my life. Nothing I could have fathomed for myself. Something changed for me that night but there was still more to dream and do.

I had to be brave, seek truth, and trust.

About 20 years ago, I was at a point in my life of

About 20 years ago, I was at a point in my life of great confusion. I had embarked on a career for many years but I didn’t have the things in my life that I had always secretly desired. I didn’t speak much about what I truly pined for because it felt contrary to what one is “supposed” to do.

It was complicated, or so I thought. Was I supposed to want those things. Was I able to get what I wanted. Was this world a place where my core beliefs could be spoken, lived, honored, celebrated?

I was getting more and more miserable each day as I worked harder and harder to build my career. I was heading towards opening up my own green architecture firm. To all around me, they cheered me on and were “proud of me.”

In contrast, the welling up inside me of what I really wanted was becoming very powerful. Behind the scenes I could not ignore it and was working on myself in a more personal way. I was asking god desperately to show me what I needed to know.

One night I came home from work on a raining dark fall evening. As I walked in the door a strong wave came over me. I went straight to bed, curled up under the covers and was out cold within seconds. I had 2 powerful dreams!

I woke with a huge clap of thunder at midnight and found myself laying on top of the blankets, on my back, arms neatly draped over my chests and hands perfectly folded on top of each other. I sat bolt up and had an overwhelming desire to walk in the rain. I spent the next hour walking in the night rain, breathing in the fresh wet air, and letting the downpour from the sky wash my soul.

I felt like Something was happening but had no idea what or how to put words to it. I was beginning to sense that my journey in this life was not a lone one. In my dreams were helpers, teachers, and information that could not be ignored. I was so mired in what should be, I was grasping to make sense of what was happening.

I had long ago had trust in my intuition, and faith in my soul’s knowledge broken. I didn’t have trauma. I was a sensitive and deeply soulful person that grew up in a world that said those things are foolish.

Anyone want to hear about the dreams and what they told me?

That time I sent my son to “fools camp” and he

That time I sent my son to “fools camp” and he performed at the festival of fools:) This memory always makes us smile and laugh. This one is our physical comedian. The other kid is witty, dry and catch us as offguard guard.

We are all so afraid to be foolish or wrong. I get it. But what do we loose by our tight hold on being right, and perfect all the time.

When I was in undergraduate school I pulled a lot of “all nighters.” When one is trying to be creative the limitless avenues can become perfection drivers. Pre-med and other majors were cramming in facts. Art majors were trying to do something different, that nobody else has ever done before, and have it be significant. Both honorable, just different.

After several nights in a row awake in creation mode, I decided to lay down for 20 minutes before class started.

As I lay there, I thought my dorm room door opened. I thought two young Children walked in hand-in-hand. I thought they walked over to where I was lying and looked down upon me. I thought I said who are you? And I thought that one of them said to me, we’re going to be your children one day, we just wanted to come and see you.

I was dumbstruck. All I could do was stare and try to take them in with my eyes. After a few moments, they said it was time to go. They turned and walked back out of the door to my room and vanished.

That’s not the only time that I was gifted foreshadowing in my life. It’s also not the only time that foreshadowing was telling me something that, at the time, I didn’t quite get. The truth of it was quite literally right there in front of me, but I was not in a place to see it.

All those late nights and abuse of my body seemed so very relevant. They seemed like the key to success in school and therefor life. I felt I had no choice.

But I did have a choice!

Those two children would wind up becoming the most important work of my life. The abuse I was subjecting my body to weakened me for my most important work. School was great but it wasn’t who I am or my purpose.

That education did not determine my success in this life. It should not have come at the cost of my health then or later in life.

Your soul knows, listen!

Way back in the late 80s, I was working in the fir

Way back in the late 80s, I was working in the first architecture firm I ever worked in. It was a small firm, with big publishing clients, and staffed with an eclectic group of people.

Architecture is a collaborative effort by nature. People work in a big room, no walls between them, to facilitate the constant communication that is needed much of the time.

There are also big egos as in any field where creative accolades can be seen and sought after. But one really can’t design and build without a lot of group input and cooperation across many modalities.

It’s an amazing experience to have a group of people, all doing what they are best at, and having something beautiful and tangible at the end of the Journey.

It’s how I work at my best, in collaboration, with other souls. It requires things from each person not required when working alone. When done well, the rewards are bigger then the sum of the parts.

The owner of this architecture firm had some trust issues. He was known for listening in on conversations. This was pre cell phones, computers and email. He used to listen in on other peoples conversations through the intercom.

Every day at noon one of my coworkers would walk by my desk and say “do you want to go for a quicky?! I would say yes and off we would go for our lunch hour. There was a pool hall around the corner and we would go play a quick game of pool while we ate lunch. Apparently the owner of the firm heard this and thought we were up to something else at lunch😉

One afternoon I was cutting some boards while working on a presentation for a client. I slipped and stabbed the palm of my hand with an X-Acto knife.🥴 Then I proceeded to faint lol.

I came to with the whole office standing around me and my boss yelling anxiously “are you pregnant?!!! Well it took awhile to try an figure out why on earth he thought I was pregnant. He finally admitted to listening in and making assumptions about what was going on at lunch.

This memory still makes me laugh!😂

Healing and cultivating trust and intuition changes the way we operate in life.🙃 It doesn’t make you a fool who will be taken advantage of. It’s kind of the other way around😛

I love that there isn’t much excitement here whe

I love that there isn’t much excitement here where I live. No other houses, no line of parked cars, no groups of people buzzing around.

The excitement here is that the last mowing of the season happened this weekend and everything was wet with dew this morning and almost turned into frost.

In my 20s I lived in NYC and was very in tuned with and excited about the busyness of it all. I was trying to find my way, myself, my life. I seemed to have a lot of questions but not a lot of answers yet I was very inspired to find those answers for myself.

I think I could pretty much answer all my younger selves questions now but I am not sure I would want to take away some of the joy and struggle she had to get where I am.

I am still immersed in the world seeking answers to life’s questions. I will never stop seeking truth and I coach others who seek it too. I see articles and gurus talking about how to be powerful, how to find oneself, how to fix problems, and I find myself disappointed in what I see being promoted.

I won’t say what I see exactly because Perhaps these are roads some need to walk down to gain something for themselves. But I will say much of it seems more about power grabs towards that which is wholly temporary and an obfuscated promoting of addictions.

I know the concepts they are promoting. I get the attraction to the ideas. I am grateful to not have walked too far down those paths. I wish I had known some things sooner. Especially the addiction part.

In my quest for health I have outed and conquered a lot of addiction for myself. (Coffee, food, emotional distractions) Others tend to see it as though I have “given up” a lot. That I “can’t do” the fun or normal stuff any more.

I can only see how I wish I had done it so long ago. I live each day with gifts I have been granted for my work. I literally am here to write this post and watch my kids grow because I finally found how to live instead of slowly die and not even know that’s what was happening.

As #medicalmedium taught me “Peaceful livers mean peaceful minds and bodies,” the health of our bodies is the key to freedom and peace in the world.

It’s not easy. It’s worth it.

Dr. Elaine Aron identified, and “proved” in a

Dr. Elaine Aron identified, and “proved” in a scientifically acceptable way to the medical world that, “highly sensitive people” are....

1. Real
2. Normal, not a mistake or caused by trauma
3. Not a liability, but imperative for survival

She states that 15-20% of humans are highly sensitive.

Imagine that it’s spring, that two deer stand at the edge of a field of new spring growth, both hungry and depleted from a long winter.

One deer races to be the first to get the new growth. Perhaps this one has the best chance of surviving as it gets the best and first growth of spring.

The other deer, the highly sensitive one, stays back. Eyes wide, ears perked up, nose sniffing the air because they have a foreboding sense something isn’t right. It’s not fear, it’s a knowing.

The first deer, exposed and distracted, becomes the pray to a hungry predator. The deer that hung back stays alive to continue the survival of the species.

It’s a bit overly simple but the point is clear. The highly sensitive ones have a skill set that others don’t and it serves a very important purpose.

Culturally the HSP is not considered normal nor are their skill sets understood. They are the minority and It’s hard for someone who is not attuned to something to imagine what that’s like or even believe it’s real.

It’s like trying to understand what it’s like for a cat who can see ultraviolet light or being able to smell like a dog, who’s ability to smell is 200 times greater than humans. Dogs can even tell when someone is about to have a seizure before the person knows.

To accept that another person really does sense things that they don’t is even threatening to some. This is the stuff of bad sci-fi and horror flics, not real life.

One of the things I have had the great joy and satisfaction to experience in my life is working in collaboration. When everyone is afforded the opportunity to do what they do best. When trust in each other is held. Magic happens!

If you are an HSP, the world needs you. If you are not an HSP, I highly recommend that you embrace your HSP friends and their skills. They are herezz Zzxt a to help and together you will make the world a better place.

I read in a book recently that it’s the tyrant t

I read in a book recently that it’s the tyrant that makes his own enemy and by doing so also creates the very thing that can take him down.

It’s an inspiring perspective because it reminds us that we didn’t create our demise and we have the power to over come the tyrant who works very hard to have us believe otherwise.

This is why the tyrant is always in a power grab instead of cultivating love, compassion, truth and peace. They believe these things to be a waist of time because they don’t understand their power.

They will never ultimately win the power struggle they create.

In the mean time it’s difficult to stay focused on what’s really true and important because it feels like you need to be in the struggle for power, yet you have held the power all along.

The war is real and staying the course of light will not be easy. There will be injuries and casualties, but they won’t be for naught.

Just as their are good births and damaging births when our souls come into this life. When we head into the next journey, after this life, the condition and intentions of our soul when we leave this one matters.

Your life and battles, if done with consciousness choice and intention, will grow your soul and raise you up and out of the way of the tyrants, their henchmen, and their victims.

By doing so you even create an opportunity for others to see that they too can choose differently, recognize their true power, and find their way back to love, compassion, and peace.

This week there has been the first leaves turning from green to the colors of flames. It’s the very vibrant reminder that change is coming. A time that may look baron and bleak and feel very cold.

Take the lesson form the strength and fortitude of nature. She excepts the changing of the season with absolute faith that spring will come again. Nothing is permanent and there is purpose to be found in winter.

When your heart breaks for the children caught in the tyrants snare. Teach them about the power they hold and the opportunity they have for their souls to become super heros.

Healing body, heart, spirit, and soul is freedom

#medicalmedium #healingmatters #freedom

I needed to come out and commune with my big old s

I needed to come out and commune with my big old silver maple this morning.

If you listen carefully in this video, part way through you can start to hear me breath. Before that I was holding my breath.

I was not holding my breath consciously or for any particular purpose. That’s what can happen when we have big emotion or tough moments. It happens unconsciously.

The wind blowing through the trees, the feel of the earth below my feet, the birds and the bugs playing their quiet orchestra, all bring me back to remembering to breathe. You can hear my breath getting stronger. That’s also not forced. It happens naturally when I remember to let it.

It releases the feelings that are welling up. It allows my chest to loosen and my brain to come back to functioning with clarity.

There is a sentiment that I think needs to be recognized for what it is and released from our inner and outer voices. It’s harmful and counter productive to healing and progress. It is...

“You should just __________”

You can fill in the rest with anything…

Let it go

Shake it off

Deal with it

Push through it

Not feel that way

Not let it bother you

Ask for help

Not eat/drink that

Go exercise

Get it done

Do better

I am sure you can come up with many more. We say this to ourselves and also project this onto others.

This sentiment is the fastest way to slow progress, increase sadness, anxiety, panic, depression, build resentment, create rebellion, sabotage, disrespect, gaslight, and throw up a wall to whatever it is that’s needed.

Here are some sentiments that do the opposite...

I am sorry

That must be really hard

Can I help you in someway

Do you want a cup of tea and to talk

It’s OK to be angry, sad, frustrate, panicked, confused. Those are really normal feelings.

You have a legitimate reason for feeling the way you do.

You’re really strong and you’re gonna be OK

Our language (inner and outer) reflect beliefs and attitudes that we hold. Getting quiet, breathing, and getting clarity allows us space to identify the belief that holds us back.

We must be able to see it before we can change it.

#medicalmedium #truth #truthheals #truthwillsetyoufree

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