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Indiana: The Wasteland and The Grail

This past weekend, David and I took a mini-getaway for his birthday. Our ultimate destination was Turkey Run State Park in West Central Indiana, but we decided to go via Lafayette, home of Purdue University — mostly because it afforded the most gluten-free, organic and/or vegan dining options. I had read that Lafayette and West Lafayette have the highest density population of anywhere in Indiana, so we prepared ourselves for hustle bustle, despite our intention to relax and go with the flow.

After years of caring for David’s parents and more recently my own, this was our first non-family, non-must-do-event getaway in as long as we can remember. No plans other than a 6:45 dinner reservation at Restauration and prepaid hotels in Lafayette on Saturday and at Turkey Run Inn on Sunday. Imagine our surprise when we arrived in Lafayette to find it almost completely deserted. Purdue must be out of session, because we saw hardly any students and even fewer adults. We actually referenced the Twilight Zone on several occasions, because the streets were that empty!

We checked into the Baymont and received an immediate upgrade to a corner room with a king bed. We had stocked up our cooler for the rest of the trip at the Mishawaka Whole Foods (which David helped open in 2013) and planned to wander around Lafayette art galleries and quaint shops, but we found most of them closed. With unexpected time before our dinner reservation, we headed over to Clegg Botanical Gardens, just outside of town. Reviews warned that it was more of a “nature trail” than a formal European garden, but that suited us just fine. The hills and dramatic views of Wildcat Creek cleared our heads and made me smile. Although we only spent about 20 minutes on steep steps and a winding trail, we felt the industrial views and dilapidated buildings of our trip there — and daily life in Goshen — fade away. I felt water begin to pour into my soul.

When we arrived back in Lafayette a mere 45 minutes later, the city suddenly seemed fully inhabited! Nary a parking space anywhere. All the restaurants were full, and we needed to tap our parking angel connections to make our reservation on time. More Twilight Zone jokes: when did they all land? As became a theme on this getaway, we got seated in the furthest away corner table, snugly tucked into our own universe. We enjoyed the food — mostly local, mostly organic/heirloom, with numerous vegan and gluten-free options, organic hard cider, and homemade bread from Einkorn wheat. It didn’t knock-our-socks-off, but we didn’t care. As we decompressed over dinner, we realized just how difficult the past three years have been for both of us, and we realized that we have made it through. We can feel the restoration after a very long time in the Wasteland.

I mentioned to David how many synchronicities I’ve had lately surrounding the Grail story. It seems everything that crosses my path somehow references the tale in new, deeply resonant ways. Sharon Blackie’s book, “If Woman Rose Rooted,” explores this ancient Celtic story in both its sanitized and Christianized forms, as well as its wilder forms — recognizing the Wasteland of what humanity has done to our Earth and our responsibility (and ability) to re-enchant the world. I highly recommend this book for both men and women, btw, since it reveals how the sacred masculine needs the divine feminine principle in order to return to its own balance. Sharon’s book interweaves her own story with that of many inspiring and deeply rooted women. Various iterations of the Grail story punctuate the cloth like repeating jeweled colors and patterns of a rich tapestry.

In any case, I fell asleep on Saturday night after reading another Celtic retelling of the Grail with women as its sacred protectors … and with its mythological connection between abusive, disrespectful patriarchal leadership and barren land. So often when I look upon the once tree covered Indiana, my heart and soul weep for this very same situation. Our world faces so many ecological crises, but the flat, industrialized, blight ridden, grey, dilapidated, toxic and ugly assault me whenever I leave my faery haven cocoon. Fortunately, the restoration of our Land continues, inspired by the complete contrast and a sense of urgency that I feel bubbling up not only from my soul but from the Land itself.

Because we live in a beautiful little house, with a beautiful and colorful magical office house next door and beautiful, lush, abundant gardens everywhere around and in between, I tend to lose sight of what I’ve done in three years. Only when I leave this sacred, healing spot does the harshness of Northern Indiana yank the magic carpet from beneath my soul until I remember that I’m the one who flies. I’m the one restoring this land, nurturing perennials, bulbs and fruit trees, planting native wildflowers, and designing sacred”rooms” inside and out.

Our drive to and around Lafayette reminded me, yes, of what feels so offensive to the inner artist in me, but it also registered possibilities. As we drove through neighborhood after gardenless, unlandscaped neighborhood, I began seeing gardens everywhere. “Do you realize how beautiful this world could be, David?! Do you realize how much food we could grow and how lovely it would all become?” When he mentioned poverty of both pocketbook and spirit, I wondered aloud, “Yes, but what if those come from a lack of imagination, a lack of vision? What if planting flowers and throwing colorful paint on old buildings could charm the poverty away? What if getting hands in the dirt really did heal depression like scientific studies continue to show?” Re-enchantment.

The next day we drove the hour to Turkey Run State Park. It was too rainy to go to the reportedly quieter Shades State Park, since that one can become treacherous in wet weather, so we got to Turkey Run Inn early. Once again, we found our room ready and tucked away in a quiet corner. My friend Dana from The Druid’s Garden had told me months ago that she had experienced one of the most sacred spots on Earth ever — not just in Indiana — at Turkey Run, and my soul hungered to feel in real life (not just my imagination) that deep, restorative healing it craved from Nature.

Despite all my gardening –and in all our travels I discovered that I actually have the most extensive garden I’ve seen for hundreds of miles and many towns in multiple states– I frequently feel starved for Nature in Northern Indiana. Instead of receiving from the Earth as I have in so many of my homes, with few exceptions, Goshen feels like everything I enjoy here, I made or co-created myself, usually through passionately love-filled vision and hard work. People appreciate the effort, but I knew I needed to replenish all the energy going out of me since we moved here in November 2 012. For months, I’ve anticipated this trip, expecting to feel cleansed by Nature’s holiness.

And quiet.

We arrived on Mother’s Day, which was maybe not the best planning, but synchronously, this experience triggered massive downloads and focus, so no mistake. When we began our hike, I immediately noticed the crowds. I don’t do crowds, so they seemed even larger than they probably were. At first, I assumed my ears deceived me about the volume of noise. “Don’t be so picky, Laura, that’s just a bird squawking in the distance. Nature’s not silent. Try to enjoy all Her creatures.” As we continued our walk, though, I found that in fact, those squawks were not birds, but children. Shrieking, yelling, rambunctious kids.

Again, I tried to talk myself out of my sense impressions. “Laura, it’s Mother’s Day. They’ve chosen to celebrate by bringing their kids in Nature. Chill out.” As the volume increased, we stopped at a sign describing how Turkey Run exists as a preservation of life on Earth 20,000 years ago. Microclimates offer enormous diversity in such a small area of land, and this spot stands alone outside the rest of the similar areas in Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan. David lovingly calls Turkey Run, “The Indiana Dells.”

The sign’s reverence for the unique and sacred aspects of this park warmed my heart. Instead of simply saying, “Stay on the trails,” the sign explained how “the greatest threat to this 20,000 year old preservation is you,” going on to note how park visitors’ actions can change the delicate balance required to maintain this Land. In addition to not trampling delicate flora, signs carefully explained all sticks should be left in place to decompose and add to the soil’s fertility.

With that in mind, we turned a curve to find the source of much of the squawking. Pre-teen boys covered in mud ran recklessly around a bridge and stream. They had huge sticks and smashed them — loudly and aggressively — in the water, while their father egged them on. Passersby with children allowed their own children to join the fray, climbing boulders and shouting from the top, splashing mud on themselves and others, yelling to each other from dozens of yards away or up close. Volume had nothing to do with proximity. I covered my ears and tried to identify one set of parents to connect with to begin to turn the tide, but the volume continued to rise and rise until my head began to spin.

“This is worse than a Walmart,” I said to David.

“The irony,” he said, “if that no one would act like this in Walmart.”

“It’s like screaming in a cathedral,”I whispered — outraged, as I knew we just happened to be standing right in the most sacred spot that Dana had mentioned. It looked truly magical. How could these children and their parents be so oblivious to the wonder here?!

“I didn’t come all this way to experience a Chuck E. Cheese or bumper car birthday party.”

“It’s Mother’s Day,” said David, hopping off to take some photos.

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I continued covering my ears, because the sounds of the yelling echoed in the canyon walls, amplifying each voice as more families began to arrive and thoughtlessly smash sticks on the rocks and water. It was the first Mother’s Day I’ve ever pondered the virtues of population control and plagues, and doing so felt as horrible as the shattered dream of sitting near a waterfall or spring and just communing with our real Mother … Mama Earth. Seriously, how could so many people come to such a gorgeous, sacred place and desecrate it? I’m usually so optimistic about humanity’s ability to turn things around, but I began having serious doubts on Sunday.

Thankfully, David insisted we keep walking, even when that walk turned to the “rugged” portion of the trail. I was so frazzled from the shouting that I did not trust my balance on a slippery, narrow rock ledge covered with moss, but my Taurus David had set his mind on reaching “The Punch Bowl.” I could either remain at the bottleneck of screaming, splashing pre-teens, or I could slip and slide my way through to the next phase. I used to rock climb, and those skills returned as the waterfall’s roar covered the human shouts.

David planned to turn around after “The Punch Bowl,” but I told him I could not face returning to that bedlam. My soul needed quiet, and as we began to get a little bit, my prayers became more focused. “Please, please, please, lead us somewhere peaceful and restorative.”

David went down to the Punch Bowl, and I climbed up a path to sit at the top of the waterfall he wanted to photograph. While there, the water washed away my earlier frustration and soothed the raw nerves. A warbler began to chirp on a nearby tree, and from the spring that fed the waterfall, I felt a strong Mother presence holding space for me, as my soul unwound. Un-twined, but also unwound as in un-wounded, un-hurt itself. I felt my soul heal by those holy waters.

Having passed the slippery threshold, we agreed to walk this longer, more rugged path in order to experience the quiet restoration we came here to receive. The rest of the journey did not disappoint, and several historical markers along the way revealed that the horror, outrage and sorrow I felt at desecrating the sacred actually helped to birth this park and the entire Indiana State Parks System. I found communion with the humans who recognized the beauty and power of this place and who did something to preserve it. Perhaps I will tell that story in depth another time, as this post grows long, but suffice to say, the people who created and maintain Turkey Run State Park are deeply reverent, soulful beings who honor the Waters and the Land. I felt humbled and inspired.

We returned to our room for a snack and lazy afternoon nap, then wandered out to Sunset Point at day’s end. I expected to find a crowd there, too, but David and I found ourselves alone with the woods, taking a magical walk at twilight.

After our cooler saved dinner, we talked and read in bed for awhile, both feeling freshly washed by our day outside. I continued to read “If Women Rose Rooted” and came upon the Breton version of Arthurian legends and the Grail. I have a special connection to Brocéliande due to a faery who visited our yard in 2014 and helped with the landscape design (its own long story!). In any case, I again fell asleep thinking and dreaming of the Grail. The next morning I realized I was a day behind in Celtic Spirit: Daily Meditations for the Turning of the Year. As usual, the delay proved synchronous, since May 8 just happened to discuss not only the Grail but ways in which we can ask for the Grail to help restore whatever exists as a Wasteland in our lives or communities. Sharon Blackie had just been urging a similar process in “If Women Rose Rooted.”

Grail Celtic Meditation

I immediately presented my own need for healing as it relates to healing our Land in Goshen, and then Indiana at large. This state once housed the most magnificent trees! If not for people like state parks creator Richard Lieber and writer and activist Juliet Strauss, the rest of Indiana might have fallen to the timber companies devouring everything in sight. If not for those of us in Goshen loving the Land, planting trees, supporting the farmers market and creating and supporting the Arts, Goshen would not be bubbling forth with new, fresh waters of life. If not for people doing similar things in other spots, our entire Earth would turn into corporate cookie cutter buildings, ravaged land and poisoned wells.

But people do care. In lots of places. Some places need more care than others, and Indiana is such a place. Six months of dreams called me to Northern Indiana from Northern California. It has been difficult, and I came by way of Chicago’s Lake Michigan and Madison, WI. But I did come, and I did plant and root and grow. Others have preserved. I sent out my prayer yesterday for the Grail to pour its healing waters on the Wastelands of Indiana. As soon as I finished my prayer, I drew a card from Wild Wisdom of the Faery Oracle Deck and placed it on the Indiana blanket where I happened to be sitting upon the bed:

Grail Faery

The Grail Faery!

Just then, David returned from a little photo jaunt outside to snap pictures of a statue in honor of Juliet Strauss:

Subjugation close up

Indeed, the Grail is present within the Wasteland, pouring healing waters upon the Land. May we each do our part to restore and re-enchant the Mother we all share.

 

 

 

 

Lee Harris ~ November 2014 Energy Forecast

Another gentle message from Lee Harris. Full transcript below the video:

 

 

Lee Harris ~ November 2014 Energy Forecast

 

Hi everybody and welcome to the November 2014 Energy Forecast.

It’s a beautiful morning here in Colorado; a little chilly but very sunny and golden leaves everywhere.

It’s been a very interesting month. As usual, ‘interesting’ is my default word that encapsulates so much.

Just a couple of days ago I did a pre-recorded interview for a radio show with Rob Gauthier. At the end of the radio show he asked me, “Why do you think so many people have been going through such a hard time the last couple of years and this year?”  He said that so many people he knows or works with are struggling.

I think in a way that ‘struggle’ is a repetitive theme every time I deliver these forecasts and yet trying to do a video message in a format like this is a little tricky in that we’re all in different places.

So to the best of my ability I try and encapsulate the range of our experiences. But I do notice from feedback that I get through the month or from people that I work with, that there are incredibly varying levels and experiences for everybody at this point in time. And this is a truth that really goes right back to the idea of the journey of human ascension and the changing consciousness on our planet.

I still think there is a hangover from the year 2012.  Many people (and this is what I said to Rob) were hoping for a big overnight change in 2012 or 2013, and that overnight change hasn’t happened outside them. So those people are still in a shock, grief or mourning hangover from that time and struggling to come to terms with what they are seeing reflected in the outer world that they find difficult. So that has to be taken into account.

But as I said at the beginning of the October forecast, there is also a great opening beginning to re-occur on the planet now.

We’ve come out of that period of a couple of years where, if you like, the heart of the shift was occurring in our consciousness and our inner landscapes.

And now we are in the opening times, where in the coming decade and beyond, we each have not only opportunity but perhaps a duty to change things on the planet.

Change does begin within.

And what’s interesting to me are the arguments I will see happening among people about this. I say this about the groups who might label themselves spiritual people or light workers. These labels that we apply can be useful but not if they are used as divisive forces. Labels ultimately don’t mean anything because essentially we are all human beings in this together. But these are labels that people apply to themselves or that might get attributed to a certain group, and it’s always interesting to me to see the infighting that is going on in these groups and the anger that people are having at each other about why things aren’t changing.

Yet if you really stop and think about it, the most inspiring change makers that you know; whether that is the lady who lives on your street who is always bringing the street together to create some solidarity and group spirit, or whether it’s Oprah Winfrey that you’re watching on the television who is doing her thing in her way. Those people carry on bringing change with a certain energy of positivity and more importantly, a certain energy of life. They don’t do it with anger or judgment. They do it with life and faith in the future and each other.

And I feel that our personal responsibility as human beings in this very odd time that we’re living in is to, in some ways, not worry too much about linear time right now.

There is this huge time pressure that so many people have. There are all of these emails going round about the environment and the government talking about urgency, and while they may be important for us to look at and respond to, the sense of alarm around time won’t help any of us. I mentioned the emails few months ago, and a lot of people are using this idea of time pressure to get themselves really het up. And when you get het up, you aren’t going to bring a very peaceful or life-giving vibration to what you’re focusing on.

I recently read an interview with a singer-songwriter and she said she carries round a book about medieval times with her because it reminds her that no matter how bad things might look now, things were a lot worse then. And she mentioned the things that people would do to each other then on a daily basis.

I, like all of you watching or reading this, don’t enjoy seeing the suffering, the destruction and the war in the world. It’s something that I have to continually come to terms with in order to live here. But at the same time, I don’t believe that we are doomed in the future if we, all of us, decide to play our part in making the change that we are here to bring.

We don’t know how long life on Planet Earth will go, but we do know that while we are here, we can be the best custodians and stewards that we can be of bringing that change.

So this brings me back to you.

How are you dealing with your dreams and desires right now? And how are you learning from everything in your life that you might be finding difficult?

Because we do have a responsibility to
A) Learn who we are
and
B) Figure out what we need in order to thrive in our lives.

We are all different. Some of us are more sensitive than others. But once you start to understand who you are and how you are reacting to outside factors in your life, you can begin to make changes that are going to allow you to bring your best to every day.

Within all of that, of course as I always say, if you are struggling on a certain day just take it easy. Have a day of rest. The world isn’t going to go anywhere while you recover your energy. And when you’ve recovered, you can come back out into the world and be ready to play and absorb and give.

So the exercise that was given on this radio show came through Zachary, as a channel at the end of the show. And it was basically just a very quick ‘reset’ exercise to get rid of any density you may be carrying or feeling; because there is a lot of density right now. People are in fear and you can feel that.

As you walk out into the the street, you will be affected by the energy of everybody around you. We are an ocean of energy as a collective. And in the same way I have explained that there are cold patches and warm patches in the ocean, you can have the same reaction as you walk through the energy fields of others and you can take it on and become it in your own life.

This is why it’s wonderful to be around heart-open, positive people – it’s infectious. Equally, it can be depressing and depleting to be around negative or downward pulling people.

But not if you look after your own energy boundaries and awareness.

So, the exercise that was given was to imagine yourself as a pyramid; and to imagine the top of your pyramid as reaching about one meter (or 100 centimeters) above your head. And then to see the pyramid going down either side of your body reaching approximately 70 centimeters distance either side of your hips.

Now close your eyes, and imagine an incredible ball of light, a hundred centimeters above your head (at the top of your pyramid). That’s the light of the universe that you’re connecting to. Now just imagine and feel that light for a moment, and see if you can invite the light down through your head to your heart; as low down into your body as you can take it. Let it start to slowly travel down toward and into you.

Then, when you’ve done that visualization for some seconds, start to gently stamp your feet; right then left. And you can do this exercise either sitting down or standing, so just gently start to stamp your feet.

And as you stamp, what you’re doing is your stamping out all the density in your base and the base of your pyramid, that you have absorbed from the rest of the world that day, or from whatever it is that has come up in your own personal energy field for clearing.

And then, after 20-30 seconds, you can stop your feet and go back to visualizing the light. Imagine the light, a meter above your head, and this time you should find it’s a little stronger. It should be a little brighter. You should feel it more and you should be able to bring it down lower into your body.

Then again, after you’ve done this for little while, you stamp again – right, left, right, left.

It’s very simple and actually quite therapeutic to do it. And you repeat this ‘light then feet’ process a third and final time. Imagine the light. And most of you should find that the light is now bigger and it’s something that you can connect into you in a deeper way.

For some of you this exercise maybe a little metaphysical, for some of you will be right up your street, but the reason to do it is there is an enormous amount of light flooding the planet at the moment. So in the human collective, what’s happening because of that is the release of density and darkness coming up for and out of people.

So this is an exercise for you to shift from density to light. It’s short and simple and will help you reconnect yourself with your own light on this planet and your own connection to universal source energy.

That’s what we doing here as human beings. Shifting from density into light every single day.

I think there are so many different ideas of how we should be. And again, I see arguments in the spiritual community about “you should be this” or “you should be that” and none of that’s true unfortunately.

No person can tell another person how to be.
What we have to do is master who we are here to be on the planet and what we are here to show up and give.
And to trust that through that, your unique path, you are perfectly playing your part in this universe.

So of course (as I’ve said in all the recent months), there will be symptoms going on for you through this ascension process, such as;

  • Strong ‘release’ dreams. Some of you will be processing very dark dreams – this is density coming out of your system that you’re choosing to do through sleep rather than waking life.
  • Conflict energies – internal and external. This will also be an area to master the more you ascend in yourself. You may be releasing inner conflicts – judgments and confusion about or toward yourself. There may be people around you that you’re having conflict with, and your mastery is to learn to not engage in the conflict with them, but to gracefully disengage to the best of your ability. If you do find yourself having an argument with somebody or you look back on yourself shouting at somebody in a moment, know that this can also sometimes be necessary catalyst. It may be something you would rather not repeat in the future, but perhaps for that day, that was the very thing that you and this person needed to happen to change the energy between you; because the energy is changing for all of us every single day.
  • Embracing/Resisting Change. In your external world, you will either be right now resisting creating change (or feeling the resistance to oncoming change), or you will be embracing it, flying with it, loving it and feeling very, very alive. Both are different parts of an experience so don’t judge your resistance but remind yourself that stepping through resistance is the greatest gift you can give yourself. Be bold.

So within all of this, remember this light that’s here on Earth for and with all of us. Some of you will reach the light through praying, some of you will reach it through yoga, some of you will reach it through singing. Many different ways to access light.

But we can also just literally close our eyes, take a moment and reconnect to what is here inside us or do a simple exercise like the one I gave.

Our ‘job’ as humans on the planet at this time is to the best of our ability bring in more consciousness and light, and bring more compassion and positive change to a very varied world.

I’m very heartened by what I am seeing happening in the world around the changes that we need. And I have been grateful that I’ve been able to come to the other side of being heartened by seeing how people in the world are working to try and change all of those areas that are threatening the life of the planet, but even more so, working to raise the peace of the planet and the consciousness level of the planet.

So I invite you to take a moment to just consider for yourself what is it you need more of this month to access your part in our tapestry?
Because it starts with you so you knowing and walking toward what you need is very important.

Being selfish or self-centered is the criticism that will often be leveled at you by people who don’t understand truly what the nature of self-love and self-care is. When we practise self-love and self-care at higher levels than we have ever been taught by society, we naturally want to care for others more. We naturally want to love and share more, because love is a shared energy. It is not an exclusive energy and it’s far more interesting and enjoyable when you share it and watch it grow and multiply.

I hope you can take a moment after this video to do the exercise and to also perhaps think for yourself what do I need a little more of this month?

And if you’re particularly challenged by doing that or you feel selfish in asking yourself that question, it would be great for you especially to write a few things down; because when things remain in our head, they can be very etheric.
When we write them down on paper, we bring them out of the body but we can also see them reflected to us afterwards.

So, I wish you all lots of love for this month.

Thank you to those of you who donate. It supports everything that the team and I here do, and if you wish to make a donation to the forecasts, we will put a button here and those of you just send your support and love, that’s a donation too, so thank you.
(If you wish to donate from the transcribed forecast, there is a Donate button at the top right of the blog page.)

And I’m super happy to announce that I’m going to be in New York. It will be my first live event in New York since 2008!
I will be there December the 6th, Saturday afternoon and the event is called “Energy Speaks  – An afternoon with Lee and Friends.”

I will be joined by Natalia Rose and Dana Weekley, who are both part of my latest book, and I will be taking lots of audience Q + A. There are 100 seats for that event and it is online available to book now. Check it out here.

**Link to Radio Show Lee speaks about, broadcasting 11/27/2014 – http://www.trebchanneling.com/#!eeneeh/c1ere

Peace Mantra: Om Shanti Om

One hour of peace. Please spend as much time in the vibration of peace as your life allows. The more the outer world insists upon war, the deeper we need to go within to find and to cultivate peace. From that place inside, peace can sprinkle forth from us like gentle rain on cracked and desolate land. Even five minutes of peace per day as a reset will gradually remind you of your truth. As each of us continues to return to peace, we can more clearly recognize ways of bringing much needed change through peaceful means. Gentle strength exists. We can be the change and bring the change through the creative inspiration that flows from peace.

Om Shanti Om.

Finding Your Own Center

It’s always so interesting to read or watch world or national events “unfold” online and then have a session with someone from that area who usually provides me with very different details and experiences. So far today I’ve spoken with someone in Japan (who initially contacted me right after Fukushima) and another person who just left Kiev and plans to return for awhile to see his lover before returning to his own country. Tomorrow, I speak with a Nevadan who happens to be married to a California farmer who’s well aware of “riparian rights” and the huge implications of “changing regulations.”

I have another friend traveling in Japan and China right now, and Goshen’s got a large Ukranian population — not that I know any of them. Yesterday, I received word that my high school experienced a “three hour lockdown” as someone had called to say armed men entered the school. Police later determined that call to be a hoax, but the students spent three terrified hours with minimal to no information on why they couldn’t go home as usual.

This is a short post, because I don’t have much time today. My point is that wherever dramatic, “newsworthy” things happen, they happen to individuals. No matter what right wing, left wing, ethnic or age group we hear about from alternative or mainstream media, we will never receive the full, true story. How could we when so many people experience the exact same stimuli in different ways? How could we when for every person for whom a policy has helped, we can find many for whom it hasn’t helped?

My own preference, and that of most of the people with whom I speak in sessions, is for peace, freedom, love and respect — for each other, for the environment and for ourselves. No one likes to feel manipulated, and few people realize they’re being manipulated until some distance and recentering allows them to find themselves again. Rather than waiting to recenter after traumatic events, we can make it our own personal practice to recenter every day, every hour, every moment that we feel off balance. We can choose to breathe. We can choose to ask for inspiration to act wisely and calmly and with compassion. We can remove ourselves from situations that become more obvious for throwing us off center. The more we practice this, the less fear we generate, and the more clearly we can walk our own path.

If we live in a world of people centering themselves, we will live in a calmer, more loving, less manipulated world, but we can’t make others’ decisions for them. We can, however, commit to ourselves each day that we will center, breathe and allow that calm presence to radiate from the center of our beings. From that place of inner stillness — even if just for a few moments each day — we can re-member our world and re-create our world in powerful and effective ways.

That’s all I have time to share today, but this post spills over from so many sessions of talking with people in the midst of “danger zones” or “news events” — who are really just talking with me about pretty normal life decisions. Life goes on … and we continue to hold the possibility for influencing the general direction life takes.

Many blessings to you on the journey ….

Lee Harris ~ April 2014 Energy Forecast

Another uplifting and calming message from Lee Harris. This one’s particularly in alignment with the recent Joanna Macy post. “The more centered and stable we are able to stay, the more ready we are for anything that planet Earth is going to throw our way.” “Are you living in the future, or are you living in the now?”

Published on Apr 3, 2014

Lee’s April 2014 Energy Forecast – ‘The Strength of April, found within…’

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Epoch Times ~ Stanford Physicist: Vast, Powerful Realm Between Particles Influenced by Human Consciousness

Nice when physics begins to catch up with metaphysics! In case anyone wonders … yes, in my experience, the Faery Realm, the Ancestors, past lives, alternate realities and more exist in the “spaces between.” Cutting edge science continues to confirm the power of what mystics, prophets, “primitive” civilizations, and seers have known all along.

Organic food for thought.🙂

Epoch Times ~ Stanford Physicist: Vast, Powerful Realm Between Particles Influenced by Human Consciousness

By Tara MacIsaac, Epoch Times | March 1, 2014

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Stanford University Professor Emeritus William A. Tiller has been researching a level of physical reality hitherto undetectable with conventional measurement instruments.

He says two kinds of substances exist:

1. The electric atom/molecule level: Substances on this level can be measured with traditional instruments. We can measure them because they are electric-charge based.

2. The magnetic information waves level: Tiller explains in an introduction to his research on his website: “This new level of substance, because it appears to function in the physical vacuum (the empty space between the fundamental electric particles that make up our normal electric atoms and molecules), is currently invisible to us and to our traditional measurement instruments.”

This second type of substance has great power, and it is affected by human thought.

Power of the Magnetic Information Waves

Tiller put the energy of the magnetic information waves level into perspective in an interview for the documentary “What the Bleep Do We Know?” (See the interviews below) He compared the latent energy of the entire known universe to the latent energy in the vacuum inside a single hydrogen atom.

The latent energy in one atom is a trillion times that estimated to exist in the space of the known universe.

“Just that little bit of vacuum outweighs all the mass and all the planets and all the stars,” he said. This comparison assumes the universe is fairly flat, which astronomers say it is. Tiller said the calculations are not 100 percent accurate, but they are accurate enough to give us an idea of the amount of energy in this second type of substance he talks about in the vacuum.

How Human Intention Takes Effect

Tiller says he has been able to detect this hitherto invisible substance, but only when it interacts with the electric molecule/atom type substance we can conventionally measure.

Human consciousness spurs this interaction.

An intention projected from a person’s mind seems to increase the conductivity between the atom/molecule level and the vacuum level.

“Consciousness lifts the higher thermodynamic free energy state [of the vacuum level], then we can access the physics of the vacuum,” Tiller says. “Accessing that new physics allows intention to bring forth effects you wouldn’t imagine.”

The consciousness can, in a way, affect or interact with a power greater than anything conventional instruments have been able to measure thus far.

Click here for more, including videos of an interview with Dr. Tiller explaining his discoveries and some of their exciting implications.

The Power of a Poor Night’s Sleep

As a sometimes insomniac, I’ve long been intrigued by an apparent connection between disrupted sleep and enhanced creativity and spiritual awareness. I knew that some monks used to force themselves to wake up every hour so that they could better come to know God, and David sent me an article years ago about the benefits of that two to three hour period of insomnia some people experience in the wee hours of the morning. It turns out that many books, paintings and much music have come to be “as a result” of interrupted sleep. Since I hear complaints from clients regarding unusual sleep patterns and insomnia, and since I have recently been reaping huge benefits from being affected by David’s less than optimal work hours, I thought I’d share some decades’ long observations here. Not exactly rest for the weary, but perhaps the weary will find some encouragement and inspiration.

I should begin by thanking my parents — especially my dad — for kindly staying up with me when I screamed all night as a baby. For months. Possibly even a year of colic. My dad even made up a song, which he still sometimes sings as a joke when I visit them, “One, two, three, four, walk the baby to the door, five, six, seven, eight … [something, something, ends with “late”].😉 Even in the womb, I became most active at night, much to my early-to-bed mom’s chagrin. During the day, I was on hyper-alert. My Grandpa Frank, who was my best buddy until he died when I was three, took one look at me and told my parents, “This one will give you trouble. She notices everything.” And so I did. Not much has changed in that department.

As a child I needed my afternoon nap. Yes, in part that came as a logical consequence of less than restful nights; however, the need for an afternoon nap mostly happened due to stimulation overload. The phrase “overtired” came to everyone’s lips when I got cranky and my left eye drooped ever so slightly. “Time for a snack and time for bed.” Everyone assumed I was exhausted, but most of the time, I just needed some quiet time “to talk with my friends” and to dream. I’d get messages from house faeries that they needed certain supplies, which I’d procure (in real life) from my mom’s sewing cabinet or various storage covers — match boxes, spools of thread, small boxes, a thimble. They seemed particularly in need of sewing equipment!

Here’s the interesting thing, though: I would leave these requested items in the specified place, and they would actually disappear, never to be seen again. Part of me always thought my mom had gone around after me reclaiming her stuff, until she began asking for the little items I’d passed along to others. “I gave them to the Borrowers!” “Well, when will the Borrowers be returning them?! You know they’re fictional characters, Laura.” Hmmmmm, not entirely. That book series of The Borrowers seems to be based on Brownies.

Anyway, from early on, I experienced connections between disrupted sleep, afternoon naps, and communications with the Otherworld. I was also that creepy kid who would announce people’s deaths shortly before they expired, as well as that hair raising child who (until I learned to zip my lip) would tell mean people exactly what physical maladies their bad attitudes and nasty treatment of others were beginning to cause inside their bodies. More often than not, those people became even meaner, and sure enough, they’d develop what I said they would. I wasn’t cursing them. I could just see that their expressed dis-ease was impressing disease in their bodies.

At summer camp, I was even more popular at night than during the day — not that I could remember any of it. I used to give lectures whenever I did manage to sleep. My dad had — for years — found me talking when he’d check in on me before he and my mom went to bed. He would ask me questions about who knows what and listen to the answers, which is probably what primed me for my camp experiences. You see, I didn’t just mumble recaps of the previous day. At camp, I gave lectures about the stars! LOL, but true. I’d wake up the next day and be thronged with questions regarding things about which “I” knew nothing. When the other kids realized I really did know nothing about the things I gave college-like lectures on at night, that generated endless giggle fests among all of us. The only trouble was that I couldn’t stop it, so sometimes my sleep talking gave others a difficult night’s sleep. Ironically, I always slept great at camp!

Lucid dreamers know that we can program ourselves before going to sleep — either to empower ourselves in a dream, or even to solve real life problems in our sleep. Einstein drew many conclusions after sleep, and many inventors, artists, mystics and writers have developed odd, but effective methods of jostling themselves awake in the middle of REM sleep in order better to access the creative brew on the other side of the veil. Keeping a notebook (and pen!) beside the bed helps many people to access the wisdom of their dreams.

But don’t we need restful sleep? Yes, various studies indicate that we all function better with adequate rest. Extreme fatigue causes equivalent driving impairment as over the limit alcohol levels, and test scores usually show a relationship between quality of sleep and performance. But not always! I have personally used very poor quality sleep as my method of “studying” for big exams — especially Art History exams. I would glance over my notes and images right before bed, knowing full well that so much stimulation just prior to sleep would result in far less sleep. By design. My brain would flip through those index cards and images all night long, waking periodically to lodge things in my conscious mind. I experienced dramatically higher grades on exams using this method than when I tried more standard things like, ohhhh, going to the library and actually reading the books!

Ditto on books I hadn’t finished for English classes. If I just let myself drop slightly into a trance in class, I could answer whatever question a teacher threw my way — with sometimes (professor’s) jaw dropping insights. Of course, they weren’t really my insights, because I hadn’t finished reading the book(s) at that point, but, thanks to my ability to drift off at will during the day, I could access whatever information I needed from somewhere else.

People who suffer from insomnia or other sleep disturbances might notice this as well: when you finally do get to sleep, if you can extend that dreamy, sleepy state for awhile (even upon waking), then you enter a different realm. Waking life and sleeping life begin to blur. Most people consider this a bad thing, but that depends on how you live your life and how you choose to work this state of being.

If you pray for guidance while in this state, you will find that life takes on a magical quality thick with stacks and stacks of synchronicities, moving in slow motion with your brain filtering out inessentials and honing in on those most important details. Of course, the soul’s definition of “inessentials” and “most important details” often runs 180 from the ego’s, so bear that in mind. I happen to prefer a soul-rich life, so I surrender to this kind of dreamy, conscious trance state a lot, especially while running errands. Invariably, I have at least three highly serendipitous encounters on those jaunts, and people have actually spun around in line with a stunned look on their face, just due to the powerful energy this state carries.

When we first moved to Goshen, I shared a theory with David, which he has spread around to his friends, and they usually laugh it off. I know this theory has merit, though. Goshen has 85-90 trains on multiple tracks running through town every single day, all day and night long, except on Christmas. These trains honk at every intersection, because the town doesn’t have the guard arms that raise and lower. A federal grant may give us some quiet zones (hopefully near our house, since we really couldn’t get any closer to the train!), but that quiet zone won’t change the vibrating effects of the trains as they run through town.

Since we have multiple lines and major freight trains, there’s really not anywhere in Goshen that escapes the train noise. We have friends who live several blocks further away, and it’s really only a small gradation of difference. A couple neighborhoods along the Mill Race and at the “Dam Pond” are generally quieter, but sometimes those horns barrel down the water and echo even louder than being right near the train.

All of which is to say, that the many trains in Goshen simply must have an effect. People say, “You get used to them,” but on some level, they do mark time — whether through traffic, through minor wake-ups, or through interrupted conversations. I also credit the trains with triggering the huge outpouring of creativity evident in this little town in Northern Indiana.

Yes, the Mennonites have a great deal to do with it, too. Mennonites start learning how to sing in four part harmony from the moment they attend church, and most of them keep singing from cradle to grave. Yesterday, I attended a concert by two area high schools, and at the end, the high school choir directors invited the audience to join in the Hallelujah chorus. I walk a very different spiritual path, but that auditorium could have busted through the gates of heaven. Four part harmony, without any practice, young children and many, many people in their 80’s: it sounded like a choir of angels. A loud, glorious, triumphant choir of angels.

But this is just one example. Goshen College’s radio station was voted the top college radio station in the nation. Again. Goshen High School’s marching band and their choir frequently win state and national competitions. Ignition Garage — a little music store in downtown Goshen — draws big name performers from around the country, especially Nashville, but it also showcases incredible local talent, as well as people who grew up here and return for a show after “making it big.” We’ve got a new a cappella group performing there on Sunday — filled with professional a cappella singers, many of whom used to perform in Chicago.

We’ve got an amazing city chamber orchestra, and Goshen College’s acoustically excellent auditorium draws performers from all over the world — many of whom either went to Goshen College or grew up here. Our local theater is off the charts, including high school theater, and spontaneous gatherings of people of all ages result in concert quality riffs and duets. We’ve got artists, architects, creative chefs and an artisan bread maker and an artisan cupcake baker. It’s more common than not that you meet a farmer or chef who also happens to make jewelry, sing, knit, paint, play concert quality violin, and/or spin yarn. Usually several of those talents at once. Goshen is dripping with creativity. And I really believe the trains have something to do with it.

I know I use the trains as multi-sensory reminders that everything remains in motion, that from silence comes noise and from noise, silence. I giggle when a train honks to punctuate something I’ve just said in a session, and I enjoy the energy of connecting Goshen to so much of the rest of the country, even if many of those train cars carry GMO corn syrup grown in lovely Northern Indiana. I still bless ’em in my half-sleep. Drivers have told me that they use the time spent waiting for the trains to pass as a moment to ponder their lives and the philosophical implications of time and timing. I imagine their subconscious mind continues to process such ideas whenever they hear trains at night.

The last time I lived in Chicago really brought this interrupted sleep idea home to me. I had been led — directly through dreams — to find an apartment on the 9th floor, 1.5 blocks from Lake Michigan, in Hyde Park. Unbeknownst to me at the time of renting, there was an old fashioned elevator pully directly above my bed. That elevator clunk-clunk-clunked at random moments all night long. Every night. As a light sleeper, this obviously, woke me up a lot, but I used that time well. I spent many hours day-dreaming (at night) about the kind of life I wanted to live now that I had liberated myself from a very tricky to leave marriage. I also downloaded designs for nine portal doors, which I ended up painting. Synchronously, six of those doors came from that very attic above my bed, right next to the elevator pully! You can read about The Mother Lode of Doors by clicking here. Those portal doors (which you can see here) ended up designing — in detail — the very happy, magickal life I’m living now. It used to freak me out, pleasantly, but freaked out nonetheless, how those doors I downloaded in my insomniac nine months in Chicago became blueprints for a life I love.

More recently, David has begun setting his alarm for 4:45 a.m. so that he has plenty of time to putter around the house in the morning and to wake up before heading to work. I have an erratic sleep schedule, so sometimes I’ll go to bed with him, and sometimes I’ll stay up a lot later. If I go to bed with him, I usually wake up around 3:30 and have only just managed to drift off again before the alarm starts going off. With our chilly mornings, I stay in bed, but I can hear him cleaning pots in the kitchen until he sits down for awhile. Then I drift off to sleep again, right about the time he comes up to shave and shower. With winter here, he likes to keep heat trapped in the bathroom, so if he comes or goes, that door opens and shuts. It’s kind of incredible how often one person can go in and out of the bathroom in the span of a half hour, but I’ve learned to appreciate it!

You see, that is prime meditation time for my day. I’m not quite asleep but certainly not fully awake, and all those opening and closing doors become portals to change. My mind, body and soul become alert to the openings and closings of what seems to some like “Fate.” Over and over, I recognize choice points, prepare myself to recognize choice points even before they make themselves known to “ordinary” senses. Sometimes I find myself in other realms. Sometimes I go to the past or to the future.

Sometimes, I trace world events to their logical conclusions and then use this Dreamtime portal work to tweak Reality. Whenever I do that, the Universe always sends me some sort of confirmation that the original concern was a legitimate one, but then I’ll also receive some kind of email or news story or a message in an “ordinary” conversation with a “real” person that such and such plot was discovered and foiled. Dreamtime is powerful! Some Native tribes believe Dreamtime can accomplish things five times faster than in “real life,” but with tangible results in the so called waking world.

My work demands an ability to move through veils at will — to command my attention and consciousness into someone else’s body, memories, location/realm or timelines. Humans tend to prefer less blurry lines between the living and the dead, between waking and sleep, and between reality and fantasy. One could argue that these false divisions create much of the unhappiness so many people experience in their daily and nightly lives. The next time you find yourself unable to sleep when society tells you that you “should” be sleeping, instead of stressing about it, consider the possibility that this insomnia or sleep disturbance arrives as a gift. What answers have you recently sought? What changes are you secretly hoping to explore? What life would you love to live?

Let your Dreamtime and Awaketime flow through you and around you, and you will find yourself living from a more inspired and joyful place.

Blessed Be!