Why don’t you take a moment to give this a whirl? If you are here reading this, now is perhaps the best time!

• Close your eyes and take a few deep, slow, cleansing breaths.
• Imagine yourself with many layers, like an onion has layers, or perhaps you are waaay over dressed for winter.
• With each layer, identify it with a Role you play. Are you a parent? You most certainly are someone’s child. Perhaps you are an employee, spouse, or sibling. Do you identify with Survivor, Victim, or Sufferer of something? Really feel the essence of that role or title in your body.
• Now peel off that layer.
  You can toss it on the floor or maybe you have a stream running past to carry away these confines.
  Take a moment to feel this lightening of your load. Feel the liberation in your body.
• Keep peeling layer after layer until you uncover your Essence, your True Self.
• Now simply Be.
  Rest in knowing you have no responsibilities in this moment. No one calling you, or needing your attention. You are Free to just BE.
  Remember you are a Human BE-ING not a Human DO-ING

Meditating, Visualizing and Embodying this type of imagery with somatical sensory often will help to grow new neural pathways in the brain allowing this sense of calm freedom to become a more normal state, sends powerful messages to your subconscious helps to regulate your Vagus nerve. (go ahead and google that!)

I recently received new business cards at my job as a Brain State Technician, and low and behold I have a long string of roles defined after my name! Completely contradicting all my work of releasing and not overly identifying myself with preconceived regimented labels. This does however serve it’s purpose in my day to day work life, but it came with a jolt to see them there, and it did feel good to send them into the Fire to Bridgid this Imbolc, offering to be an unlimited being for spirit to forge . Bridgid has Alchemist and Creative qualities about her, by releasing these mundane world Titles to her I opened to allow Spirit to work through me in ways I can’t define or yet imagine.
Try it! You might like it!

Íslím don diagacht ionat,
earth selkie

 Imbolc Fire

This solstice, of all the solstices, holds extra energy to lend support. Great change is afoot. Some even say THIS is the solstice the Mayans were speaking of (and we simply have poor translation & time keeping skills) I know not of this with any certainty, but I do know this ~ there is a full Moon tonight, a ‘Super Moon’ in fact. It’s at it’s fullest while orbiting it’s closest to the Earth. Yes, we all know the power of the Moon, pulling the Ocean’s tides, making crowds perhaps a little squirrely with energy, and before electric lighting; keeping all the women’s cycles in sync with the rhythms of nature, the time of month many wishes are made and time kept by ~ so amplify this. It’s the longest night of the year, the first of Winter, with a full moon as close as can be. But that is not all… mere hours before the ‘official’ point of solstice a total Lunar Eclipse. A concentrating, amplifying, awe inspiring event in itself. Place yourself back before technology, before weather forecasts, city lights, cell phones ~ to the dark cold night ~ with our familiar beacon of light, in full glory casting us from this darkest of times - the only light save from the stars – is blotted out by the Earth’s shadow and takes on a magnificent RED hue. Wow!
Okay, now imagine the Moon, the Earth, and the Sun is total alignment on the longest night of the year. And it’s also in line with the place within the Milky Way the Mayan’s believed marked the source of all Creation. Phewf!! That is the recipe for one powerful night.

Today many members of my family, friends & community, alongside over a 1,100 others, partook in a beautiful healing ceremony for the Earth by infusing crystals with love, healing, and joy ~ many tossed theirs into waterways to flow & connect around the globe, others buried them deep into the soil to spread like roots of a tree. A special Thank You to the Shamanic Community group for spreading word of this event around the world. (Here’s a link http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/group.php?gid=19321087846)

Since yesterday I had skin tingling tangible excited Solstice energy ~ filled with inner joy and zest for life. I ran with it, setting intentions specific as well as by embodying these feelings I wish to carry within me, both in Ordinary Reality as well as within a journey. I created a Gem Elixir during the actual eclipse and tonight journeyed for additional guidance, journeyed for a Shaman Woman friend of mine ~ gathering wisdom to pass on to her, journeyed for a prayer to bestow on another shamanic friend, drummed & sang much to reverberate through the air. And now my living room lights don’t work! How fun it is!

I close now with wishes, those who read this blog also have support in manifesting the seeds they plant ~ all for the highest good.

Namaste,
earth selkie

All of this helps tie together some of my other creative outlets as well as letting my friends, clients, and circles of community easily glean insights into what I do and who I am. To share and connect with others who travel similar paths, and maybe even to inform & inspire the healer that certainly lies within you.

Welcome to my Blog, the cyber peek into a portion of my world ~ mostly of the Non-Ordinary kind.

With Reiki Footsteps,
earth selkie

I’m posting this online shortly after the Lunar Imbolc and have been intending to since Imbolc at the begining of February. This is my favorite housewarming gift to give. I’ve done two of this scene and many more of others.

I had gifted the other one similar to this, about 4 years ago. The first days of February I felt many indications Bridgid was with me, I connected with her, felt her presence and experienced a few fortuitious events associated with her hallmarks. Said to have fond support for children, midwives, artists, poets, & dairy maids, bringing gifts of herbal & natural medicine and smithcraft, strongly connected with fire, rebirth & healing. Long long ago I began my attraction to her energy. On this day of Imbolc, this painting unexpectadly came back to me, and was for me to keep! I have hung it on a prominant wall near my hearth, a wonderful reminder of Goddess presence, Helping Spirits and with it’s sweet message of Blessing. A gift from myself years ago.

~Namaste~

The Light and Love that is the Divine, shone beautifully bright, so full of joy that she began to giggle and laugh. Little jiggles of her essence bubbled up out of her mouth creating formless beings of Light.

To orbit them in the vast, blanketing, womb of dark void, the Creatrix sang forth the Earth, Moon & Stars to wich they could fixate, enjoy, and wonder at beauty.

These souls would visit Earth to take in her glory more fully. The Creatrix gave form to her Light Beings to contain their Divine Essence. This form gave them senses to experience and immerse in. While this was beautiful, the material forms created an illusion seperating the connection with the Source Mother. It took many by surprise. Some forgot and some were lost for their Earth time, seperated, feeling alone, scared and very sad. Inundated by their senses picking up that wich was not of joy and laughter.

A little game began to be played by these Earth Angels – to see past the illusion, to find and connect the Divine Spark within to the Divine in All, strengthaning the bond to the Eternal Source while contained n Earthbound bodies. Again and again they return to learn the joy of growing Love, Light & Laughter, expanding their Divine Essence to feel the familiar connection that is home.

Around us all the Mountains will still make love to the Sky, the Moon caress the Sea and the Stars will kiss our Heart’s Grace. The dance continues, the game is played and the Love Mother laughs her singing light children into being.

I’d like to share something I have had tacked to my fridge for about a year now, my daughter brought it home from school one day…

The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town. From the begining, dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complentary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and dad taught me to obey. But hte stranger… he was our story teller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history, or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry.

The stranger never stopped talking, but dad didnt seem to mind. Sometimes Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quite. (I wonder now if she prayed for the stranger to leave)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends, or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My dad didnt permit the libral use of alcohol. But hte stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. he made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatent, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked, and NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family, He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?………..We just call him ‘TV’.
(Note: He has a wife now……we call her ‘computer’)

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Geepers I’d love to know who wrote that!!!