Here is something from the book "Anatomy Of The Spirit" that tells how to become a medical intuitive.
In the autumn of 1982, after ending my career as a newspaper Journalist and obtaining a master's degree in theology, I joined forces with two partners to start a book publishing company call Stillpoint. We published books about healing methods that were alternatives to establishment medicine. Despite my business interest in alternative therapies, however, I wasn't the least bit interested in becoming personally involved in them. I had no desire to meet any healers myself. I refused to meditate. I developed an absolute aversion to wind chimes, New Age music, and conversations on the benefits of organic gardening. I smoked while drinking coffee by the gallon, still fashioning myself after an image of a hard-boiled newspaper reporter. I was not at all primed for a mystical experience.
Nonetheless, that same autumn, I gradually recognized that my perceptual abilities had expanded considerably. For instance a friend would mention that someone he knew was not feeling well, and an insight into the cause of the problem would pop into my head. I was uncannily accurate, and word of it spread through the local community. Soon people were phoning the publishing company to make appointments for an intuitive assessment of their health. By the spring of 1983 I was doing readings for people who were in heath crises and life crises of various kinds, from depression to can--r.
To say I was in a fog would be a gross understatement. I was confused and a little scared. I could not figure out how I was getting these impressions. They were, and still are, like impersonal daydreams that start to flow as soon as I receive a person's permission, name, and age. Their impersonality, the nonfeeling sensation of the impressions, is extremely significant because it is my indicator that I am not manufacturing or projecting these impressions. It's like the difference between looking through a stranger's photograph album, in which you have emotional attachment to no one, and looking through your own family's photo album. The impressions are clear but completely unemotional.
Because I still didn't know who accurate my impressions were, after a couple months of consultations I found myself dreading each appointment intensely, feeling each was a big-risk experience. I got through the first six months only by telling myself that using my medical intuition was a bit of a game. I got excited when I made an accurate "hit" because, if nothing else, an accurate hit meant my sanity was intact. Even so, each time I wondered: "Will `it' work this time? What if no impressions show up? What if I'm wrong about something? What if someone asks me something I can't answer? What if I tell someone she healthy, only to learn later that she's had a terminal diagnosis? And above all, what's a journalist-theological- student-turned-publisher doing in this borderline occupation in the first place?"
I felt as if I were suddenly responsible for explaining the will of G-d to dozens of sad, frightened people, without any training, ironically, the more I wanted insight into what -od was doing to me. The pressure I felt finally resulted in years of migraine headaches.
I wanted to carry on as if my emerging skill was no different from a talent for baking, but I knew better. Having grown up Ca--olilc and studied theology, I was keenly aware that transpersonal abilities lead on inevitably to the monastery --or to the madhouse. Deep in my soul, I knew that I was connecting with something that was essentially sacred, and that knowledge was splitting me in two. On the one hand I feared that I would become incapacitated, like mystics of old; on the other, I felt destined for a life in which I would be evaluated and judged by believers and skeptics. No matter how I envisioned my future, however, I felt I was headed for misery. But I was fascinated by my newfound perceptual ability, nonetheless, and was compelled to keep on evaluating people's health. In these early days the impressions I received were mainly of a person's immediate physical health and the related emotional or psychological stress. But I could also see the energy surrounding that person body. I saw it filled with information about the person's history. And I saw that energy as an extension of that person's spirit. I began to realize something I had never been taught in school: that our spirit is very much a part of our daily lives; it embodies our thoughts and emotions, and it records every one of them, from the most mundane to the visionary. Although I had been taught, more or less, that our spirit goes either "up" or "down" after death, depending upon how virtuously we have lived, I now saw that our spirit is more than that. It participates in every second of our lives. It is the conscious force that is life itself.
| I've Learned- by Janice T Hill of Kansas City Mo. (or was it) Michelle-Katrina, of San Francisco, CA | |||
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| The Mother's Message an excerp from the book "The Circle of Stone" by Joan Dahr Lambert |
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| There will come a time of imbalance, when the dark will blot out the light, when the strong will brutalize
the weak, when men will rule over women...In all that I have created, there has been a balance, between
strength and weakness, between predator and prey, between that which is female and male, between the coming of
new life and the resources to nurture that life, between the joy of birth and the release of death. But when the
Mother's ways are lost, the balance will die with them. So terrible will be the imbalance that the earth
will no longer be able to renew itself but will strangle in it's own decay. All of you to whom I
have given life will be trapped in a chaos of your own making.
All that I have shown you will come to pass, but there is much you can do to prepare. You cannot keep the violence from coming, but you can still help to save the Mother's world. Listen now as I tell you how this can be done. Once before, I asked you to try to teach the Mother's ways, the ways of love and compassion...Now your task is far greater: to keep the Mother's ways alive as violence spreads across the earth. The time will come when you can no longer speak freely of the Mother, for the name of the Goddess will be forbidden. Then, the wisdom of the circles will be no more than a distant memory, and no one will remember that I, the Goddess, gave Akat to the women, that once my people lived in peace. But you will remember; even in death you will remember. That is your sacred task, the sacred task of all those who come after you... To hold My secrets, all that I have taught you, so close in your heart that even death cannot dislodge them. The task will be long and harsh, and none will blame you and those who follow if you falter. Year after year, even when you are shunned and persecuted and killed, you must pass the knowledge from mother to daughter, over and over again. Sometimes you will not even know that the one you worship is called Mother. You will know only that a deep and fervent love for something you cannot name lies deep within you, that it is wrong to despoil the land, the waters, to take from those who are weak and watch some starve while others feast. For your beliefs, your courageous acts, you will be persecuted anew, but no matter how painful the torture, how great your agony to be alone, cast out of human groups or condemned never to see the light of day again, you will know you cannot be other than you are. There is more. To keep the Mother's ways alive has little meaning if Her earth should be destroyed. That is why I have made a healer of you as well as a wise one, for just as you heal a wound, so you can heal the land. Each of the ones...will be a healer, for you will teach your daughter, she will teach the one who comes after her, she will teach the next, and so the healing will continue even as the earth is ravaged. To draw the poisons from the terrible wounds that lie open and sore, filled with putrid wastes, deep within the earth and the waters, to pull the hurt from the aching gashes that scar the valleys, the forests and hillsides, will take all the strength, the courage and vitality you possess. And after that, the poisons, the pain, must be absorbed into your own bodies and sent reeling into the vastness of the skies. But even then you will not be finished. For just as a healer gives her strength to the one she heals, so you must give the Mother's wisdom, the wisdom of the circles, back to the earth. You must fill the gaping wounds, the livid scars that remain, with the caring in your hearts, with the ways of love, the Mother's ways. Though only a few will notice, the wisdom, the caring, will grow and spread until one day they are strong enough to emerge. There will be people then who will remember that once we lived in harmony with the earth and all its crearures, and they will speak. Some will argue, refuse to listen. But others will hear the message, will know in their hearts that those who seek to protect the earth speak the truth. Their numbers will swell and slowly, very slowly, the web of life will be restored. It is you...who will bring the healing. Go, now, and tell those who wait for you that I have spoken. Do not lose courage. The Mother will be with you for many years to come. And when the time of violence is over, She will return to the minds of all the people. Because you and all those who come after have held Her safely in your hearts, the world of the Goddess, the Mother of all life, will one day be reborn. | PHENOMENAL WOMAN- by Maya Angelou |
Aphorisms in the garden of Ants-given to me by Gabby |
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| Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. I say It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please And to a man The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees Then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees. I say It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth The swing of my waist And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. |
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say It's in the arch of my back The sun of my smile The ride of my breasts The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say It's in the click of my heels The bend of my hair The palm of my hand The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. |
Eagles may soar, but weasels aren't sucked into jet engines. If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried. A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it. For every action, there is an equal and opposite criticism. He who hesitates is probably right. No one is listening until you make a mistake. The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required on it. The severity of the itch is proportional to the reach. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research. To succeed in politics, it is often necessary to rise above your principles. Two wrongs are only the beginning. You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive. The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard. The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory. Don't sweat petty things....or pet sweaty things. Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow. Always try to be modest. And be darn proud of it! If you think nobody cares about you, try missing a couple of payments. Everybody repeat after me...."We are all individuals." A fanatic is someone, who, having forgotten their aim, redoubles their efforts. Borrow money from pessimists-they don't expect it back. 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name. If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you. |
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