Posts Tagged ‘Healing’

Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven: You’re Invited

This blog post arrives in response to a Facebook post in which I wondered what would happen if Lightworkers around the world joined energies and intentions into an astrologically well-timed shamanic ritual to help heal the Earth and redistribute resources, power and money into responsible, loving hands. Those who run the world (not just the BigBanks, BigPharma and BigAg, but the people behind the corporate machines) all use astrology, occult symbols, and rituals as a means of honing and amplifying their own power. Esoteric Agenda does a nice job of explaining this, in case you’re curious.

Regardless of your curiosity, a bit of research would reveal that the ruling elite declare wars, pass extreme laws, and activite terrorist attacks and “natural” disasters on key dates. Repeated number sequences like 3/11/11, 4/11/11, 9/11, 7/7, 777, and 888 are all over the place! As someone who has long studied mythology, paganism, astrology, Christianity, numbers, sacred geometry, Runes, occult (which simply means hidden) symbols and rituals, these patterns read like an organized code. Events in this world, especially events since 9/11/01 have not occurred randomly. They fit neatly into key astrological dates that correspond to the goals of those orchestrating the events.

Those running our world have kept much of the esoteric knowledge for themselves, demonizing it via religions and mocking it via science. Thankfully, intuition and indigenous awareness can’t be completely snuffed out. They have survived in fairy tales, ancient writings, myths, and art history. This wisdom and awareness are also keyed into most of the major world religions, if we explore them with the eyes and heart of a mystic.

So, what the heck is Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven, and why are you invited?

I came up with the idea right after the “historic” budget passed in Congress. What’s historic about heisting more money from the middle class, destroying EPA regulations, preserving corporate money and the military-industrial complex? Um, not much! Business as usual among BigBanks and the corporation known as the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. (Yes, not only are corporations now considered “persons,” but our “country” is not really a government, but rather a corporation. It’s the reason all the Birther arguments about Obama’s citizenship may not actually matter. While it would be illegal for a non-citizen to be president of the country, being president of the corporation is perfectly legal. All this quibbling really distracts from the deeper issue plaguing America and most of the rest of the world — the systematic transfer of all wealth, power and resources from sovereign individuals into the hands of a few. Indeed, as former Minnesota Governor Jesse Ventura reveals, feudalism is very much alive in 2011.) As Michael Moore reminded the world when he came to speak in Madison, “America is not broke!”

But it might as well be.

My Facebook post began as a wondering of what would happen if Lightworkers used similar esoteric awareness, rituals and intention to rebalance the budget, and restore balance to humanity and planet Earth. To my great delight, lots of people expressed enthusiastic support. I contacted some astrologers to help pick out dates most conducive to these goals, and I asked people of various spiritual and healing traditions about what sorts of ceremonies, spells, mantras and energy would most serve the rebalancing and restorative efforts. Common themes included: offering everything for the Highest Good of All, shamanic healing of core issues, and honoring free will (i.e. we can offer the energy and intentions for healing, but individuals can bypass them if they so choose). Many people also want to include Mother Earth in this process — especially since she is already intimately involved.

I chose the name Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven as a reference to the movie Ocean’s Eleven, which involves a group of highly specialized criminals working together behind the scenes to rob a corrupt casino. I love the idea of each participant in Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven offering whatever skills, energy, gifts, love and knowledge he or she happens to have –all in an attempt to redistribute wealth and power from the robber barons. 11:11 is a potent manifestation gateway, and I also like the reference to the ocean, which has been so abused by Japan’s nuclear crisis and the BP oil “spill.”

[Just an FYI, both of these events were also orchestrated. If you doubt this fact, please do some research on insider trading before the “spill,” Halliburton’s acquisition of the cleanup company 8 days before the “spill,” HAARP, and meetings and phone calls in Japan on 3/9/11. Even though a very small population on this planet has actively abused the Earth, to the degree we have allowed this to happen, we are all culpable. For this reason, I would like to include Dr. Emoto’s healing prayer for the waters at the reactors of Fukushima, but branch this out to ALL water on planet Earth: “Oceans of the Earth, we are sorry to make you suffer. Please forgive us. We thank you, and we love you.”]

Anyway, back to Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven: there is great power in names. Including the ocean and 11:11 in the name of this group acknowledges both the vastness of issues and the potential manifestation/transmutation beyond them. I also love the following quote by the mystic poet, Kabir: “All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.” A recognition of the interconnectedness and paradox of all things will allow humanity to transcend a seemingly impossible situation on this planet. Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven honors and celebrates this Ascension.

I will write more on this topic closer to the time, but for now, I wanted to let people know that the dates so far selected are Beltane (May 1, 2011) and the Solar Eclipse date of June 15, 2011. “In Neopaganism, Bealtaine is considered a cross-quarter day, marking the midpoint in the Sun’s progress between the spring equinox and summer solstice. … In Gaelic folkore, the village’s cattle were driven between two fires to purify them and bring luck (Eadar dà theine Bhealltainn in Scottish Gaelic, ‘Between two fires of Beltane’). This term is also found in Irish and is used as a turn of phrase to describe a situation which is difficult to escape from. In Scotland, boughs of juniper were sometimes thrown on the fires to add an additional element of purification and blessing to the smoke. People would also pass between the two fires to purify themselves.”

You can find more info here and in future posts. I love the idea of Beltane as the initiation of Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven, because it involves purification. Our world is so far out of balance that we need something beyond a complete reversal of stolen resources, money and power. In a very real sense, humanity has given these things away — allowed them to be stolen, even invited the thievery, due to deep-seated shame, fear and a loss of self-respect. The initial collective cereomonies, energy offerings and rituals will focus on healing these aspects.

I invite people from around the world to spend some time in the coming weeks considering what you feel called to offer on May 1’s virtual Beltane gathering. If you know shamanic or religious rituals designed to clear any or all of these feelings, please consider how and where you might enact those. If you feel more comfortable creating a work of art, song, poem, portal, or spell, please feel free. If you would like to light a candle or recite a mantra or send Reiki, these are all good contributions. In essence, the Ocean’s Eleven-Eleven festivities on Beltane will be an organized free-for-all with a collective intention of purification, healing and preparing to receive.

On June 15, during the solar eclipse, we will have another day of worldwide intention, creation and space-holding. More details on that to follow. Please feel free to share your ideas here or on your own blogs, linking in to this page if you’d like. You are welcome to include links to your own posts about this event. I never meant to lead a movement, and I really don’t care who gets “credit” or publicity. Another agreement on the Facebook thread involved the idea that those who resonate with this sort of event will find it. If I have time I will make a YouTube video with some ideas, and I will also post some possibilities for specific ceremonies, spells and/or prayers. Any religious or spiritual background is welcome.

I only ask that everyone who participates does so from a place of real excitement, love and enthusiasm, and that participants act from a place of Love and Light and for the Highest Good of All. As much as those in power have run amok, we do not need to emulate their motivations and attitudes. The tools are neutral: you can use a hammer to build a house or to bash someone’s head in. If you know how to use esoteric tools or spells, please feel free to walk the Middle Way (embracing your power, but remaining in the Light while doing so). If you feel more comfortable with prayer or meditation, we welcome your energy as well. The more the merrier. Literally! Let’s make this one fiery, joyful Beltane and a beautiful worldwide unified offering of possibilities. Shift happens. Woohoo and Namaste.

Garden of the Soul

Today I have the honor of bringing to you a beautifully written guest blog post by Reiki Level 2 Practitioner Jessica Sine. As many of you know, I am fascinated by humanity’s opportunity to “return to the Garden.” Jess captures this world transition in a very personal way. I hope you enjoy her creative process as much as I did. 🙂

Garden of the Soul
By Jessica Sine

I’m weeding the garden of my soul. There is so much growth here my mind doesn’t know where to begin. I’ve contemplated where to start long enough. In the dizzying effects of swirling thought, I surrender and drop to my knees where I am. It’s as good a place as any. Feeling around, I grab and pull, shredding and ripping anything in my reach. I’m angry. I am angry and frustrated and tired. The answers and solutions I’ve sought in contemplation have not come to my consciousness. Outwardly now, the sweat is rolling down my face and arms and back. I heave a great sob, and choke on the tightness in my throat. I pause a moment and in that silence, I feel the hurricane of raw emotion bubbling from the depths. Heart beating loudly, my whole body pulses with this pause before the storm. As my head drops to my chest, fists clench at the thick growth under me. It is time.

A ferocious howl of every emotion ever felt reaches my ears from what seems like miles away. Now, this moment, I evolve through a maelstrom of physical and emotional exertion. I unleash and release every last ounce – tearing wildly at everything in my path – the breaking weeds of my mind sound like trees being ripped from the ground by unnatural forces. The anguished cries, wrenched from my own lips, are clawing at me – setting my nerves on fire and driving me into an even more destructive frenzy. I’m plowing through the thick, dense mass of weeds, sparing none. Finally, erratic motions slow as only dirt and loose debris are captured in my grasping hands. And then, as quickly as it began, it ends.

Lying in child pose, my forehead in the dirt, sweat, tears, and snot covering much of my body, the last few sobs escape my throat. Shaking arms push me upward as swollen eyes survey this garden. At wit’s end, I did not consider saving anything. The ground around me is ravaged and broken. I am still. I lie down and stare up into space. Completely empty and physically drained – there is nothing. I am space.

A presence – warm and cool and simply everywhere falls over me like a soft blanket of snow. Except this presence seeps through me and becomes all that exists. I am compelled to look to one side and am startled to find tiny green sprouts in intricate patterns radiating out from my body. After the illusion of a long time, I am turning my head back to look into space again, but am drawn to my chest. And there, climbing out of my heart is a beautiful sapling, and a small brook, and some fish. A knowing surfaces – that presence is my heart. It has opened and spilled forth with pure love. My heart is everything and everything is my heart. And a mind I barely recognize emerges from this space like a delicate flower. I am this garden.

(Thanks again to Jessica for letting me post this. You can follow her on Facebook here.)

Door Number 5: King of Cups aka Chiron

Door Number 5 features an interpretation of the King of Cups card from the Tarot, along with Chiron, the very first centaur and teacher of healing to most of the Ancient Greeks. The Greek writing in the center of the door spells out “Chiron.” Among the man-horse creatures known as centaurs, Chiron held highest honors as a compassionate healer and guide. Paired with the emotionally balanced, “all heart” King of Cups, he represents the balanced masculine side of healing and transmutation.

King of Cups (aka Chiron) Door by Laura Bruno

Detail King of Cups by Laura Bruno

Closer Detail King of Cups by Laura Bruno

Dolphin Detail from King of Cups by Laura Bruno

Bottom Panel (Chiron) of King of Cups Door by Laura Bruno

Chiron Detail by Laura Bruno

Bottom Quote of King of Cups/Chiron Door by Laura Bruno

Back of King of Cups Door by Laura Bruno

The poem on top is by Hafiz:

Dropping Keys

The small man
Builds cages
For everyone
He
Knows
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.

–Hafiz

I had already chosen to use this poem on this door, so it was quite a fun synchronicity that this door actually contained a key! Many blessings and much love … Laura

There is a Way

Thanks to Ray of Sedona for this:

There Is a Way

The intellect says: “The six directions are limits: there is no way out.”
Love says: “There is a way. I have traveled it thousands of times.”
The intellect saw a market and started to haggle;
Love saw thousands of markets beyond that market.

–Rumi

Chicago Moving Story and Commissioned Art

Well, I’m happy to say that I am fully settled into my new apartment overlooking Lake Michigan in Chicago. This whole move went so synchronously that I’ll only share a few of the more striking highlights here in order to allay anyone’s concerns that I might be struggling with the winter weather or living on my own again. Quite the contrary, I am loving both!

The move began on February 6th with the movers working so efficiently that I considered catching an earlier flight than my intended redeye from San Francisco to Chicago. I checked availability and managed to squeeze in one last trip to Seed Restaurant before heading down to catch a 4:00 flight, which brought me into Chicago a day earlier than anticipated.

The flight itself “flew by” as I listened to Krishna Das’ “Door of Faith” the entire time. Getting ready to land, I looked out the window as the plane parted red clouds over the city lights. Krishna Das belted out chants on the last song, and the whole experience felt totally surreal and dramatic, like in a slow motion movie or something.

My brother and his wife picked me up and I spent about two weeks at my friend Wendy’s apartment in South Evanston. She and her Australian boyfriend, Matthew, are both incredible healers, so it was a highly nurturing and transformative two weeks. Synchronously, I gave Wendy my couch when I left Evanston in 2001, and that’s the very same couch I slept on while staying there. Full circle.

I had expected to rent a place in Evanston, and had my eye on a 1 BR apartment in Wendy’s building. With all my previous moving experience, I can normally just pick a spot and rent it sight unseen prior to arrival, but when I started to do that in California, something told me, “Wait. Do NOT rent anything until you get there, or you will be disappointed.” I listened and continued to get the message even while staying at Wendy’s that it was not the right time to look for a place. Meanwhile, her building’s management did not return five of my phone calls about the 1 BR they continued to advertise. She also called them, with no response. Closed door.

Wendy, Matthew and I were having so much fun that they offered me to stay there and just have my movers put my belongings in Wendy’s garage. This appealed to me as I have a strong sense my life is about to make another major shift and I had strong reservations about signing a lease. I had all but decided to exercise that option when some major synchronicities around Hyde Park started happening.

For those of you who don’t know, Hyde Park is on the South Side of Chicago, where I went to school at the University of Chicago. I got my Master’s Degree there in 1996, but truth be told, that was one of the most difficult, miserable nine months of my life! So much so that I had made a vow never to return to Hyde Park, and even with two years of living in Evanston and many visits to Chicago since, I had held to that vow for nearly fourteen years.

A strange thing happened, though. I was praying shortly after my arrival in Evanston and drawing cards from a variety of divination decks. (Wendy has several very cool ones!) I kept pulling the Forgiveness card — from multiple decks. At first I thought I just needed to forgive various people and myself for decisions and actions, but the words “Hyde Park” kept coming up. What?? “Forgive Hyde Park. Go, make peace with Hyde Park.” I toyed with the idea of visiting there the following day and that night I had a recurring dream five times:

I was looking through a slat in a door at a red planet or star and there were beings talking to me. We were waiting for something. All of a sudden, the beings would all say to me in an excited voice, “Alpha Centaurus is coming!” Then I would wake up and “know” I had to go to Hyde Park the following day. Don’t ask me the connection, or why one had to do with the other, but the message was clear.

So … I took a couple trains and a bus to Hyde Park on an unplanned, unrouted trip from Evanston. Because it was unplanned, I went through one of the worst areas of Chicago, but made it through unscathed and was dropped off right in front of … a giant juice bar! One of the things I was saddest about leaving in CA was the Juice Shack where I could get massive veggie juices. I thought the closest thing I’d get in this area would be a Jamba Juice with just a carrot juice and wheat grass option. I did have one pet peeve even with Juice Shack, though, and that was that I could not have a cucumber base for my juices. Yes, I’m a little odd. Sometimes I don’t like carrot or apple as the base. I just want green. So … there I was, on this dream-inspired journey to the one place I vowed never to return to, and I got dropped off at a juice bar that offers cucumber bases for their organic juices! They also have a large vegan and raw food selection, which I truly did not anticipate in Hyde Park.

Everyone was incredibly friendly, and to top things off, an old friend called me on the train on my way down to HP, and we got to meet for tea because we were both in the area at the same time. I walked past my old apartment at the exact moment I wondered if I would find it, and in general “forgave” Hyde Park for all my 1995-96 misery. I and it had seriously changed.

Back to Evanston: I still thought I would just ride out my changes at Wendy’s place, but on Valentine’s Day I awoke from more dreams with repeated messages. Specifically: “Go to Hyde Park tomorrow and find an apartment because your movers will be here Wednesday.” Craziness, but my whole divorce and move have been so synchronous that I didn’t argue. I just … negotiated.

I said, “OK, I will go to Hyde Park on Monday, but I am not putting a lot of effort into this search. I want a place by the Lake, and I want it to be the right place, and I want it to be obvious because this is NOT where I would have planned to live.” I went via a safer route and just wandered towards the Lake. I buzzed one place, and the manager said to call her cell phone, but she didn’t pick up. OK, not that place. I wandered a little more, found a place with good numbers (angel numbers) and looked at an apartment there. It was too small, but the manager was very nice. Exceptionally nice. She asked what I really wanted and said, “Let me make a call. I think I know just the place for you.”

I walked two blocks closer to the Lake, met a different manager, and was shown a top (ninth) floor apartment with a Lake view on one side and a view of the rest of Hyde Park on the other side. I liked the apartment, but my concern about a year’s lease kept boiling in the background. I asked for a six month lease, but she said she’d have to charge me a huge surcharge. If I would accept a 4.5 month lease, however, there would be no surcharge. Perfect! I signed on that day. My lease ends literally the day before my California divorce becomes final. After paying for the apartment, I got a call from my movers saying they were, indeed, coming on Wednesday and had I found a place yet?

So … I’m in my new place, and I love it. I walk to the Lake nearly every day, trudge through crisp snow and cold air that feels surprisingly invigorating. I walk to the juice bar, eat cheap Thai or Indian food at nearby restaurants, and paint and visit with my friends. A month ago I never would have believed these words would come out of my mouth, but I love Hyde Park!

I sense I am here for only a short, transitory time, tying up a lot of loose ends. Not only am I on the ninth floor (nine for completion), but all the numbers in my address and zip code add up to nine. My lease term is half of nine, and I keep getting signs that the end of June marks some kind of hinge point in my life. For now, though, I love where I am and how things are unfolding.

Some of the biggest observations:

1) I “need” much less cacao in Chicago. I don’t even think about it unless it’s in front of me, whereas in California and Sedona I had become quite the cacao junkie. 😉

2) I can eat about 50% raw and still feel as good or better than when I ate 90-100% raw in California or Sedona.

3) I am beginning to feel very grounded. I have felt out of body for about twelve years, so this is a pretty big deal for me. I used to spend a lot of effort trying to anchor myself to this planet, concentrating on my feet, reigning in my energy, trying to be disciplined not to exit my body permanently. Since moving, this does not feel like nearly so much of a struggle. I have days where my energy just feels comfortable. I still feel like a visitor in my body, but at least I’m a regular guest — kind of like sleeping on my old couch at Wendy’s!

4) I keep seeing combinations of 5’s and 2’s, which means:

“2’s and 5’s, such as 255 or 225 – Your prayers and intentions have been clear, strong, and without reservations; therefore, expect a change to come about faster than you may have foreseen. Don’t let it throw you when your wishes come true. They may come about in unexpected ways, so hold on to your faith. Talk to God often, and ask for reassurance.” (You can find more angel number significance on Doreen Virtue’s website.) I saw these numbers before my move timing ramped up by four months, so I anticipate some other shifts soon.

5) I love winter! In Northern California, I always felt cold, like chilled to the bone. For some reason, even though the temperature is colder here, and often just as damp, I don’t feel chilled. I just feel good.

6) The Lake feels better to me than the Pacific Ocean. I didn’t anticipate that one, but it does.

7) Life feels really good without any boundaries or “nevers.” I should never say never, because I always end up doing the nevers anyway, but this move has freed up a large chunk of my heart and energy. Hyde Park and University of Chicago in many ways marked the most major way I had gone “off path” — seeking an academic lifestyle instead of a more artistic, creative, spiritual one. I feel like I’m integrating on a deep, deep level, and finding an old journal has helped me recognize that in a rational way as well.

8 ) I am going to start offering commissioned art pieces — canvases, found objects, wood panels and/or doors for sale. If you live in the Chicago area, I am available to do in-home decorative painting. If you live outside this area, I can offer anything that can be mailed or shipped. I infuse all my paintings with Reiki, Runic knowledge and symbols, Sacred Geometry and whatever intention seems appropriate, be it healing, transmutation, prosperity or something else. If you’re interested, please contact me for samples of my work or pricing.

That’s all for now. Happy almost Full Moon!

Laura

Synchronous Owls

I have been having so many owl synchronicities the past two months that I decided to repost this essay from 2002. Originally published in The Spiral Journey, it won an Animal Communication Writing contest when I could barely write more than 20 minutes per day and when I had never even heard of Animal Communication!

On my most recent trip to visit my parents, my mom alerted me that she had heard “my” owl hooting on a very significant date for me. Owl Wisdom emphasizes a change in cycle, clairaudience, communication between realms, stealth, reincarnation and shapeshifting. These things certainly make a lot more sense to me now than they did in 1998 when I first encountered this lovely visitor!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my trip down memory lane. Maybe some day I’ll write a sequel. For those interested in learning more about owls and their extraordinary passion and intelligence, my mom recommends the book, “Wesley the Owl: The Remarkable Love Story of an Owl and His Girl.” I’ve only read snippets, but it seems like a nice bridge between science and heart. In fact, my mom loves the book so much that she asked me to paint her a picture of Wesley the Owl before I left. The little canvas is already hanging on her wall. 🙂

The Backyard Owl

by Laura (Derbenwick) Bruno

In May of 1998, I suffered a traumatic brain injury, the effects of which forced me to spend the summer recovering at my parents’ home in Pennsylvania . The nausea, confusion, and perpetual migraine headaches left me unable to do much but sleep for 16 hours a day, listen to Chopin, and eat whatever food my queasy stomach could handle.

I passed my first few weeks there in an alternately excruciating and euphoric haze, but by mid-June, I had developed an afternoon routine. With Chopin lulling my brainwaves into submission, I would boil water and heat two scones in the toaster oven. Struggling to walk with a cup of tea in one hand and the scones in the other, I would then sink into the back porch chaise—exhausted once again. I was often too tired to feel my boredom, but occasionally it surfaced in anguishing waves of isolation. My parents worked during the day, so when I awoke at 1p.m. I had no companionship, and I could not focus my attention enough to read or meditate. In fact, almost any stimulation sent me reeling into vertigo, but the lack of conversation or distraction sometimes felt unbearably lonely.

Somewhere in the course of those afternoons on the back porch, I noticed what looked to me like an owl sitting on a branch at the back of my parents’ property. Day after day it would return, and when the thought finally occurred to me that owls do not usually show themselves in daylight, I considered that I might be hallucinating. With intermittently double vision and all those painkillers, it certainly seemed possible. Still, I came to enjoy my afternoons with this owl, who so reliably settled himself on the same branch—always within a few minutes of my thud into the chaise. He was the perfect companion. Quiet, knowing, keen of sight. I never spoke to him, nor he to me, yet we developed an understanding between us; I could feel his presence, even with my eyes closed. Although the crows harassed him mercilessly, he sat with me for as long as I remained outside.

One Saturday, my mother decided to lounge on the back porch as well. I stretched out and began to anticipate the owl’s company, when my mom suddenly hissed in excitement: “Laura, that looks like an owl! Back there, in the trees. I have to go get my binoculars.” She ran into the house and came out with them around her neck: “Oh my Go– It is. A great horned owl! But what’s it doing outside at 3:00 in June?” As she gazed through her binoculars, I nonchalantly explained to her, “He’s my friend. He sits with me every day when I come out here.” “What!?” My mom was now surprised and envious. A longtime collector of owls, she had joined the Audubon Society in hopes of seeing more of them in the wild. “Laura, why didn’t you tell me?” I answered her truthfully, “Because I wasn’t sure if he was real.”

Eventually, I recovered enough to return to my own apartment, and my mother never saw the owl again. Curiously, she did hear the owl on certain nights, but only when I happened to be visiting their home again. Over the years, it has become a joke between us that when I arrive, “my” owl welcomes me. On a visit home last winter, I had a strange dream of two dark, catlike figures that were not cats. They danced an elaborate S-pattern and then melted into one another. I had no idea what the dream might symbolize, and yet it seemed important—like in dreaming it, I had participated in a ritual of wholeness.

At breakfast, I described the dream to my mom, and she did not know what to make of it either. She went upstairs to fold laundry and abruptly yelled for me to come up there. She stood looking outside the window at some disturbances on the previous night’s snowfall. “Laura, I think we need to go outside and check this out.” We bundled up and trudged through the snow to the markings she had noticed from above. Two sets of tracks in S-like patterns appeared as if out of nowhere. Judging by the direction of the toes, two large birds had dropped from the sky and undulated towards one another on the ground. After coming together, they once again took flight.

Of course, I cannot say with certainty that it was my old companion, but great horned owls do begin their courtship in late January. I like to think our bond remains. A true friendship: no matter how long the separation, we share key moments in our lives.

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Reversing the Irreversible: A DVD Review

I’ve enjoyed reading and reviewing Boutenko family books for years, but this is the first DVD I’ve had the chance to watch. Filmed and directed by artist and 15-year-raw-foodist Valya Boutenko, this DVD contains “37 testimonials of people who improved their health naturally.”

[Review continued below this YouTube trailer. Please note that the sound on the DVD is much more balanced than on the YouTube video. You can clearly hear Valya above the music. 🙂 ]

I found this DVD refreshingly low-key despite the dramatic stories people shared. Water scenes separate the various sections, coupled with quiet reflections from Valya. In watching the river flow over and around the rocks, one can’t help but notice how clean and serene Valya herself is. This quiet film captures what many have come to recognize as “signature Valya” — bright, clear and powerful without being flashy. Her walks in the Oregon woods between scenes underscore how natural and simple raw foods can be, and it’s easy to understand why the Boutenko’s have influenced so many on their own healing journeys.

This DVD is a must-see for anyone suffering from Rheumatoid Arthritis, as it contains several stories of complete healing from this crippling and often “untreatable” disease. The cancer section also offers some stunning testimonials from people who opted out of chemotherapy and radiation and cured themselves with raw food and juice alone. Other cancer survivors mention the value of visualization in addition to dietary shifts.

Perhaps the most gripping testimonial comes from a woman who was given only six months to live — 12 if she agreed to chemo/radiation. She skipped both and changed her diet instead. At the time of filming, she continues to thrive six years past her diagnosis. She’s fifty-eight years old and runs mega-marathons, sometimes back-to-back! Another man completely cured himself of fibromyalgia: in four days.

Weight loss, mental clarity, recovery from depression, ADHD, MS, skin diseases: it’s all here. I loved the diversity of people interviewed: men, women, teenagers, seniors, different ethnicities and cultures. Whether from Pennsylvania, L.A., or British Columbia, most seemed to share two things in common: gratitude for their recovery, and huge, sparkly eyes! The degree of eye contact amazed me, and those interviewed obviously felt a nice connection with Valya as they shared their stories.

Well-known folks like Karen Knowler and Philip McCluskey share their stories. I hadn’t heard Karen’s before, and people who have come to love Philip as a speaker and inspiration will enjoy seeing him before he lost all 200 pounds. Hearing his pre-juice-feast interview gives extra appreciation for how far he has continued to explore and refine his journey and being.

This 57-minute film won the Green Apple Award at the 2008 Raw Lifestyle Film Festival in West Hollywood. Watching it will leave you inspired and feeling like you’ve just attended your own potluck with a lot of generous souls who’ve lost the lives they knew only to find and cultivate more beautiful ones than they ever imagined for themselves. Reversing the Irreversible definitely has a heavy raw food slant, but I’d recommend it for anyone who enjoys inspirational tales of triumph and love.

Reviewed by Laura Bruno, author of The Lazy Raw Foodist’s Guide.

14%

The following essay comes via a friend of mine named Esther Weiss. She wrote it for a writing assignment with a simple prompt: 14%. When she read her essay to me over the phone, something about it just tickled me. I love her wry humor and the fact that she went all over town asking people what 14% meant to them. She said I could share her piece for others to enjoy on my blog.

 

14%

By Esther Weiss 

Not having an immediate reaction to what 14% was, I began to do research and discovered that 14% of Californians are Hmong.

14% of my cousin Jimmy’s advertising business is car dealers.

At the “Y,” I was told that 14% of people who work out do not do strength training.

At a well-known pizza place in Chicago, a kitchen worker there said that 14% of his job involves fixing mistakes made by others.

A podiatrist asserts that 14% of people who have metatarsal surgery below their big toe and second toe will have further problems with the rest of their metatarsals. He went on to say that he just loves statistics – and has noted that 14% of his patients are on Medicare and another 14% live along the lake in the northern suburbs.

A smallish subset – say 14% of those people who use the Evanston Public Library are lower income people with few or no computer skills who need help applying for jobs online, typing resumes and cover letters, applying for student aid, grants, circuit breakers, stimulus grants and so forth.

Another 14% who use he EPL are home school families who check out lots of books, look for testbooks, reviews of curricula and who use the library as a meeting space, and as edu-tainment during the school day participating in story hours, family book discussions and more.

When I taught, of 28 children to a kindergarten class, roughly 14% were very knowledgeable about dinosaurs. They were my “resident paleontologists” – and entered kindergarten with a sense of what learning was. There was another 14% who were very good and never got into trouble. Another 14% cried at the beginning of school and took more than a few days for the tears to diminish.

Thankfully only 14% of my time as a teacher was spent in building or district meetings as these were rarely informative, helpful or enlightening.

In my co-op building, 14% of the owners in my building are single men. 14% do not have parking places inside the garage and another 14% are almost 80 or are already there!

Now that I teach seniors, I think that only 14% of class participants have an idea what the exercises are for, they have pretty limited understanding of the mechanics of their bodies and pains. I think another 14% are eager to understand.

I am able to do things independently 86% of the time, but the 14% when I don’t just get out there and do what I want, whether or not I have a buddy sometimes gets painted in day glow colors, and I forget which part is bigger.

There is, unfortunately, only 14% of the time that I like what I write!

I only understand one of my grandsons 14% of the time – but I love talking with him all the time. 14% of the time I question my son-in-law’s decisions, but I love them all the time. 14% of the time, my ex-husband asks me how I am – but that is such an improvement from 3% that I’m 100% delighted. Sometimes I only hear 14% of what’s being said – but I watch the lips moving and nod happily all of the time.

Only 14% of the time do people have a sense of how old I am – or how much of my body doesn’t really work well. That’s great! I forget things 14% of the time and that’s scary – but my friends say that they’re in the same boat so I guess I don’t paddle alone.

And what else about me? 14% of my life was under 10 years of age and I’m sure that by 14% of that time, someone tried to potty train me. 14% of high school was looking around at other people wondering what it would be like to be someone else. 14% of college was trying to be like someone else. Now that being someone else has failed to happen, I try to devote 14% of each day to me – to my exercise including a yoga practice at home, reading, writing, reflecting and listening to something. I have another 14% of my evening activities which include a yoga movement of gratitude and writing about my gratitudes.

When I was 14 I didn’t like myself very much. But now I like me and I know me and I can give that 14-year-old lots of love and let her know that it’s OK!

Inspirational Quotes for Healing

Researchers have begun to discover what mystics and spiritual guides already knew: our thoughts can greatly influence our healing. Whether you’re trying to heal your brain, your body or your finances, filling your mind with inspirational words can help.  Here are five of my favorite quotes:

1 ) “The time has always been ‘not yet,’ but that does not mean that the time is never. It is not — is it? — inconceivable that a day might arrive when the time is now.”  (Daniel Pinchbeck, 2012)

2 ) “Even youths shall faint and be weary; even young men shall fall exhausted, but they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up on wings like eagles. They shall run and not grow weary. They shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:30-31)

3 ) “Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” (James Baldwin)

4 ) “You yourself as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.” (Buddha)

5 ) ” Go Forward With Courage

When you are in doubt, be still, and wait;

when doubt no longer exists for you, then go forward with courage.

So long as mists envelop you, be still;

be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists

–as it surely will.

Then act with courage.”  (Ponca Chief White Eagle — 1800’s to 1914)

 

I wish you peace and blessings on your journey.

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Medical Intuition: Ancient Healing with a New Name

This article first appeared in the Fall 2006 issue of We Connect Magazine. Copyright Laura Bruno, 2006.

 

Medical Intuition:

Ancient Healing with a New Name

 

            In the 1980’s Caroline Myss (pronounced ‘mace’) and neurosurgeon Dr. Norman Sheady coined the phrase “medical intuition” to describe the ability to access mental, emotional and spiritual issues affecting physical health. Myss collected her experiences working with Sheady’s patients and wrote the bestseller, Why People Don’t Heal and How They Can. In this and other books, Myss re-introduced millions of people to the ideas of Medical Intuition and energy healing. I say “re-introduced” because neither of these fields is actually new.

In the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, Edgar Cayce dropped into hypnotic trances to diagnose all sorts of health problems. As people recovered, he grew famous as “a seer.” Some Medical Intuitives trace their heritage to Edgar Cayce, which usually means they “see” imbalances in the body and make accurate diagnoses. Cayce-inspired Medical Intuitives often locate health issues that traditional medicine has overlooked. By referring clients for confirmatory testing and treatment, these types of Medical Intuitives function almost like extra tests. Rather than using equipment, they X-ray and scan the body with their minds.  

Long before Edgar Cayce, though, medicine men and women, shamans, and witchdoctors practiced forms of Medical Intuition. Some, like Cayce, dropped into trances. Others seemed supernaturally familiar with the healing power of herbs. Still others performed rituals and prayer to treat the body by healing the spirit. Into the Middle Ages, most people subscribed to the idea of a body/mind/spirit connection. Enter the Inquisition and the burning of millions of “witches”: even if folk healers survived, the Renaissance brought “modern” medicine, which called them superstitious. Medical research has only recently validated amazing connections among mind, body and spirit.  

Ancient Sanskrit writings describe energy centers called chakras, which rise from the base of the spine to the crown of the head. Each chakra corresponds to different organs, emotions, colors, sounds and life issues. (Cutting-edge research seems to verify connections among chakras and the location of nerve clusters and endocrine glands.) From this Hindu tradition comes an understanding of Life as a pulsation of universal energy. People revere the sound, “Om” as that vibration that connects and encompasses all of Life.

The Tao Te Ching speaks of something similar called, “The Great Integrity,” a unity of opposites before the One separated into forms. Quantum physics has begun to explore these ideas by studying atoms, photons, relativity, The Big Bang, and quarks. The more scientists discover, the more ancient philosophies ring true. We now know that nothing is really “solid.” Electrons constantly orbit the nucleus of atoms, jumping to form compounds or moving in waves of various frequencies.  

The idea of one universal energy—a Divine energy—running through all of Life opens major possibilities for healing. Wellness becomes a state of being “in tune” with Life. When we recognize everything as One (as Divine), then unconditional compassion flows freely. We begin to vibrate in our natural state. A tuning fork can cause another tuning fork to vibrate, as long as they share the same fundamental frequency. In other words, one fork can start a second one vibrating just by vibrating the way the other fork naturally wants to vibrate. They “resonate” with each other. Similarly, as we vibrate waves of unconditional compassion, energy near us remembers its natural state. People begin to heal. Jesus Christ was the most famous Medical Intuitive to walk the earth, and he modeled this possibility for healing. “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind, and love your neighbor as yourself.”

In this state of unconditional compassion, everything is possible.

 

 

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