Archive for April, 2010
A short talk about what I do as an energy healer. For those interested, it seems I get 2-3 or messages a week on youtube asking for spiritual life counseling or distance energy healing. I try to answer these requests and connect with each of you as quickly as I can. My services are offered freely, so please understand if there is a delay in my response as I am sometime inundated with the work that needs to be done. Thank-you for helping bring Reiki and energy activation into the world. I believe in all of you and am here to help! Love LOVE Love LOVE Love
Duration : 0:5:35
Part three of an interview with Lynne Dickie about the dangers of Reiki energy healing.
you can email her here mylittleoso@msn.com
http://revelationsradionetwork.com/
Duration : 0:9:38
A very powerful meditation song that heals your soul!
Composed by: Tacoa
Performed by: Michiko Tanaka
Duration : 0:6:37
Michael Newton’s Destiny of Souls is a thought-provoking nonfiction work which will startle and hold the attention of the reader with its approach to ghosts, the spirit world, and the afterlife. With the precise approach of spiritual hypnotherapy, Newton investigates 67 people, each case study a look at their past lives and what is found in between.
http://www.coasttocoastam.com
http://www.luxormedia.org
Duration : 0:10:21
EarthandSkyRetreats.com
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21 Day Challenge
http://web.me.com/startliving/Rosewood_Reiki/21_Day_Challenge/21_Day_Challenge.html
Guided Meditation Podcast http://web.me.com/startliving/Rosewood_Reiki/Meditation_Podcast/Meditation_Podcast.html
Created by Michael A Nardi, who lives in Philadelphia
Duration : 0:8:53
These are two pieces of writing-
I remembered the pitter-patter of the rain against the soil on the dark, fertile ground of a distant jungle. The angelic voice of my sweet mother humming a lullaby into my ear. Her voice faded with pain and exhaustion. Yet brimming with selfless love.
Although too young to sense proper fear I could feel it radiating through her soft, shining skin. It stole my heart and I had started to cry. Her soft caressing touch eased me, but not enough to forget about the horror in the air.
I clung onto her robe as she battled through the mess of green vines. Still humming and singing she climbed up a few rigid steps. I heard a roar in the distance, loud and mighty. Slowly, I started to cry. Her song grew louder and I could actually hear it now.
“Hush, my baby.” She said stroking one of my cheeks. “Hush, Kaminari,” she murmured into my ears. I whimpered as a stronger wind blew and the roar grew louder. “Good bye, my love. Fate will let us meet once more,” she said, quickly kissing my cold forehead and laying me on the ground, looking for the source of the roar.
The wind howled, in my head, my mother’s soft, loving voice echoed. But a baby was never to know that his mother was lying dead, a few miles away. Insides out. Heart not beating, the soft lullaby gone, never to be heard again from such a heavenly voice.
I could hear creatures prowling in the distance, but the lullaby was too strong in my head, I didn’t think about it. I gave off a loud wail. Wanting a nice, warm hug from my mother’s silk hands, but all I felt was the hard, cold ground beneath me.
I could see nothing but the darkness. Slowly the song started slipping away from my heart. Joining its producer. Leaving me forever. Never to return with loving care of a mother again. I could feel the terror in the air now. I could feel what my mother felt before me.
I could feel a monster.
Now that the warm hands of my mother had laid me on the hard ground of this land I could feel proper horror and sorrow. No hands to caress me anymore. No soft voice to whisper in my ear. Only the plummeting of the rain, the cold ground and the pitch darkness. Left in the cruel world with a monster miles away, ready to lash out at the crying, hopeless baby…
Screams amongst the mass of dark mist. Loud roars, echoing thunder, striking lightning. And then… a loud wail. A baby’s cries chilling the sky. My breathing uneven, I squinted into the darkness.
“Jeremy!” a scream echoed around, so heavenly, yet pierced with the dark knives of fear. “Mum,” I muttered picking myself off the hard ground and running through the hell of blood and bones that was to be my home from now on.
“NO! Jeremy, stay away! Don’t…” The scream pierced the darkness one last time, when death’s shadow swept the body off the fallen hell on earth. The confusion fed the black tongues of flames licking against the terrain of anguish.
The darkness threatened my heart, prepared to give way. I recalled my mother’s shining face one last time. Ready to give way to the thirsty depths of hell. “Goodbye,” and then it came to me.
Why did my mother and father give their pure souls to the lords of hell? To keep me safe. Why did they leave their footprints amongst those who died fighting the ruthless? Me.
They wanted me out of the hell this land offered. Giving my life to it wasn’t going to repay them. “I have to fight,” I stuttered. “For their sake,” struggling I pushed myself of the rocks, denying the tongues of death what they so dearly thirsted for.
“I’ll keep… on fighting, I won’t let them…uh… take me,” the words slipped through my dry lips into the atmosphere, giving of hope amongst the sea of blood and agony. Groaning and straining, fighting the pain, trying to heal the scars and bruises, and the scar in my chest the recent death had carved I struggled to find a way out of the borders of Tenjoku, hell.
Spears of iron rip through the air, I duck. It missed me by inches. The searing pain in my hips moaned in suffering, as if a knife had been forced through the gaps, tearing away at the flesh and scarring the bones.
“They’re going to attack!” screamed a young warrior. A few years older than me. The future this land offered wasn’t very promising. “Who?” I gasped, not of terror. But the scars toughened my voice, splitting my vocal cords apart.
“The demons!” he yelled at me. “Demons? There aren’t such…” and then out of nothingness a malformed beast burst out of the shadows, clearing it, yet making it even harder to see.
A dog, no, the dog seemed to be twenty times larger than a lion. I stared at its fur, splattered with blood. Its snout gushing out fire. Its eyes swimming with pure hatred. It eyed the humans, towering over them, seemingly stroking the moon; it gave of a harsh laugh and snorted.
Flames flew out of its nostrils. Miles away I could feel t
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I dont know how old you are but you are not a good writer… you are a GREAT writer, for any age. The emotional depth of imagery in this example is beyond words…. Ive rarely said this to anyone but if you stop writing it will be a true Loss for writers and readers everywhere… I cant believe your not already published and if I had ANY contacts I would push your stuff with all i had. Im thuroughly impressed and hope that you continue writing and for the sake of all readers please seek and agent. and get published.
Or are you, personally, one who would turn directly into what you feel as human, however uncomfortable and inconvenient. If doing so in a thorough way, do you feel that this is to find authenticity in the recognition of the impermanence of all thoughts and appearances?
Is spiritual maturity the ability to turn exactly toward that which is troubling? Or is it to seek only the light .
Your comments, thank you.
I don’t TD
Is what you think about this any different from what you have actually found?
Thank you all for your responses so far.
I just realized that it will not be possible to pick a “Best Answer”. What ever was I thinking?
All paths are valid – seem to be in 3 or 4 categories: Intellectual as thoughts and concepts – Devotional – a combination of these two, – and then the Mystical, Contemplative or Concentrative Awareness. I happen to be more the concentrative/meditative/mystical. I don’t think there is any Total Maturity but used the phrase to fish a little for surprising and varied responses.
If the spirit is ready to give up every thing then it can be considered as a matured spirit.
Spiritual maturity is nothing but the reduction of urge of attaining something.
There is no expectation for a matured spirit.
Dwelling in light and in bliss are all gained by matured spirit but it does no matter.
Spiritual maturity is just feeling these existence without any wishes and expectation.
It neither feels happy nor feels sad but be in peace.
It neither likes nor hates something / someone but loves everything.
It would dissolve in the God.
Have you improved on your spiritual beliefs to make them work better in your life? How?
Personally, I have studied various religions and have come to the conclusion that most all are based on being a caring, good and honest person. I’ve also realized that being a "good" person comes from interpretation and perspective.
Therefore, for me, I try to be a good person, be positive and listen to those around me. I make choices for myself and am careful not to push choices onto others but to let them make choices for themselves. Just because I believe I’m right doesn’t mean someone else is wrong.
I know how to balance my own, but my aunt recently balanced my chakra and I was wondering how I can balance another person’s chakra. Any help would be appreciated. Thanks!
Yes… you can balance other people ’s chakra, to me, one of the best way is to teach them how to balance their charkras in a long term, tell them to learn, it is the best way to help them to balance their chakras.
