Earthing ~ End of a Cycle

Earthing ~ A Journey 9

My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

My health was better, but not perfect and an occasional migraine would rear at the most inopportune moments. One happened while in class. Two of our instructors were taking Acupuncture courses, and they looked to us students as their captive guinea pigs, upon whom to try out their new skills. We had our tongues assessed and all sorts. The day of my migraine, I must have looked awful, because the instructor stopped the practical session and asked me what was wrong. His face lit up with an opportunity for an acupuncture treatment (and a demonstration to the class) with a somewhat risky procedure (if he got it wrong). I consented because I was in pure misery, and I trusted his integrity.

He inserted an acupuncture needle at the back of my head, between my cranium and C1 vertebrae. Then he told me to sit and not move at all (as that was risky). I soon became what I can only describe as like a heavily drugged person. I was in total La, La land. I couldn’t concentrate on the practical lesson either. When the instructor asked me something 10 minutes later, I said “what?” not even understanding the question let alone be able to give the answer. “How do you feel?” he said a little later , looking concerned. “Mmmmm, lovely,” I said dreamily. He decided that the 20 minutes that had passed was enough, and came over to retrieve the needle. It wasn’t where it was supposed to be and had disappeared. The colour drained from his face.

The whole class was put on hold as he told me to stand up slowly. It wasn’t on the chair or the floor. He drew a curtain around me and asked me to take off my clothes, carefully, one at a time until I found it. I had got to my underwear before I saw it drop on the floor. “Got it.” I said in a slurred voice. He looked so relieved. He was worried that the very thin needle had somehow worked its way into my skin, and had disappeared into my spine  with death as a possible outcome! I was happy, oblivious and pain free.

The same instructor brought in a Qigong instructor one day to teach us good posture, balance and harmonious movement that protected us from giving ourselves injuries, especially the repetitive strain kind. This small man was also a Master Reiki practioner. He spent some time with each student, watching them during a massage and indicating techniques needed to correct bad posture. When he came to me and said, “You have lovely white light surrounding you completely, I could see it from across the room.” He watched me for a while and didn’t say much else but pointed out ways to use my legs for strength. He then invited me to join his next Qigong class.

Actually, I was wanting to complete a number of extra courses, so working was really becoming hard for me and stopping my progress. Serendipity kicked in. My boss was doing performance appraisals that week. Mine was absolutely appalling. I had never had a review like it. I knew none of it was true, but difficult to prove. Along with it, was a warning letter! This is usually the first step made in the procedure to fire someone, so the alarm bells were ringing loud and clear. I decided to resign (she knew that I would), even though it would mean more financial hardship. I would benefit from extra study time, and would leave the dregs of this part of my life behind. It was a bitter-sweet moment.

Unfortunately, my partner didn’t see it as sweet at all. He totally lost his temper. You’ve chucked a perfectly good job straight down the toilet, he admonished. I had, but life moves on and sometimes you are not meant to go down the destructive path any longer.

My boss kept delaying my leaving party (twice the dates were changed). I knew she didn’t want to hold one, and in truth, I didn’t really care, but it was a matter of principle for me… I was entitled to one and even after my last official work day, I kept pushing for it. She had no choice but to organise it. All long term employees have a leaving party.

I learned from some of the staff (confidentially) that it would not be a happy shin-dig. They had been banned from collecting for a gift for me (a usual and voluntary protocol) and there would be no potluck lunch (another usual voluntary sort of attendance, and a chance for staff to socialise). Instead, a late afternoon (almost at quitting time) tea and cake ceremony had been arranged. The staff were ‘ordered’ to attend.

I arrived and the room had been set with chairs lined up against the walls of a small room. The staff sat gloomily in a quadrangle, looking like prisoners facing a firing squad instead of people wishing me well. I meditated a few seconds of Grounding for myself as I sat down. My boss  made a totally phoney speech, and her subordinate, simpering, production manager then recited a terrible, composed poem that was ridiculous (and not bringing the intended guffaws from solemn-faced staff). I started to giggle and then to  maniacally laugh at her fake friendliness. Our photographer was snapping photos of my contorted face (they would never be printed). My Boss snapped, “Why are you laughing,” totally losing her cool and showing her true colours in front of the staff. I had made up an excuse about the photos making me feel self-conscious, but she knew why I was laughing.

My boss told the photographer ‘to knock it off, no more photos,” cut the poem short that her sidekick was reading aloud, and quickly presented me with a cheap reproduction university watch and lapel pin. I looked at them with bemusement. My boss had never got to know me properly. Everyone who knew me well, knew that I can’t wear watches because they always stop working or behave so erratically, they are useless to me. Neither item would ever be worn, and I eventually chucked them away as they just felt like bad energy.

Ceremony finished, the cake and tea were handed out. The green and white icing was ludicrously garish. As people sat with their refreshments, the University Provost came to sit next to me. He was basically fishing for information. He protected my boss (his protégé) until his retirement some years on from this (when ultimately she, herself would be fired). I think the Provost wanted to see if I was going to proceed with legal action. I had sent in a letter to say that I felt my resignation was forced under unnecessary duress. That was all I was going to do, just for the record, but I had received a letter back from my boss that the matter was now in the hands of University lawyers.

I made idle chat with the Provost, and then said, “did you know that your teeth have turned fluorescent green?” I grinned at him. I looked around, everyone was now speaking with the dental sets of Norwegian Trolls. It was hilarious. The Provost closed his mouth and left to find out which ‘clown’ had produced such a terrible dye in the cake.

Unfortunately the cake had the same effect as an Ebola outbreak. The staff quickly dumped it into a bin and started to line up to quickly to wish me well and exit the building as fast as humanly possible. I felt like I was accepting commiserations at a funeral line… Ah, but that cake was such fun! Someone was definitely on my side. 😂 I was free and I didn’t care that the party had been a total disaster.

(To be continued…)

Earthing ~ Intermission

Earthing ~ A Journey 8

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My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

I shall interrupt my historical journey for a moment, to bring a current Earthing experience…

I am in Thailand on an island. Koh Samet is a National Park, so doesn’t experience agriculture, or the pesticides and chemicals that go with it. Plastic detritus in the sea is a big problem, but nature still thrives here with a population of endangered Hornbill’s, lizards, snakes, scorpions, and a variety of life that is going missing in other parts of Thailand.

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The island is a playground for the rich and the poor. Everyone here is happy, even those who work selling stuff.

We have spent some long days walking barefoot here. The beaches are fantastic places for Grounding. The spirit renews and the soul soars when we can connect with nature and electrically bond with the earth. I watch and see the energy auras of people. They become flushed with white light rather than the muddy yellows and oranges associated with emotional problems and stresses.

Smiles and relaxed faces all around. Fun instead of work. Community spirit instead of reluctant interactions. Even the stray dogs are happy here, running into the sea, playing and really enjoying life.

I would recommend the beach as the best place to go barefoot and wash away the overcharged and over stressed burdens of modern life.

Kids instinctively know what to do at the beach. They run into the water and sit in it… Even toddlers will do this on their first ever visit to the seashore. We all need to do this, to reconnect with that which makes us healthy, happy, human beings.

Grounding is one of the easiest things to do, yet most of our life is ungrounded, self-inflicted detachment from our earth, and it makes us sick.  As I mentioned at the beginning of this series, the ‘Earthing Movie’ offers the science and the anecdotal evidence for the healing we experience from connecting directly with the earth and the reasons that we are mostly separated from it. Do Watch it…

The Earthing Movie

(To be continued…)

 

 

Earthing ~ Failures

Earthing ~ A Journey 7

My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

Time flies when you are having fun, or more correctly, when you are working towards a goal. Summer went by in a blur! We didn’t have a long summer break from college, and we’re now well into fall. One of the other students asked me if I would conduct a Reiki session for her Mom.

Mom was not much older than me. She was suffering terrible back pain and had consented to having a steel rod bracing surgically inserted to support her spine. It hadn’t gone well and now she was in hospital fighting infection and in agony. She was to have more major surgery to remove the rods again.

The student told me that she didn’t believe in Reiki, but would I try anyway? I wasn’t feeling optimistic about this, which should have been a warning for me to follow my intuition and keep away from this, but the student begged me.

We arrived at the hospital and were talking with her Mom when the private room door opened. A parade of interns and the surgeon walked in. My heart sank. Mom introduced her daughter, and then me, as lady who was going to give her some energy healing. The surgeon surveyed me skeptically. He spent a few minutes asking Mom questions and giving her info about her surgery scheduled for the next day, while we tried not to listen. As he turned to leave with his entourage, he smirked at me… “good luck, Maybe you’ll have better success than me!” It wasn’t meant kindly.

I took off my coat, and gloves, and washed my hands in the corner sink, but my hands were still chilly. I apologised for their initial coolness as I placed them on her. I moved systematically as I had been taught, focusing on general soothing energy generation. My hands began to generate their usual tingliness as I breathed energy through me. All touch, would have to be in face up position, as she had much difficulty in moving at all. As my hands moved over her abdomen (and of course, low spine beneath), strong magnetic fields started to jerk my hands to specific places. I had felt these before on other people. They were indicative of joint pain, wear and tear and inflammation. But these were the strongest magnetic sensations I’d ever felt. My hands danced as if possessed. They pulled to a specific spot. But from there I became scared…

I felt strongly that a sort of goo was attaching to my hands. I tried to pull it, but then Mom (who had been lying quietly up to now) began to moan and wince with pain. Her eyes were still closed, but her body heaved under my hands ever so slightly.

I was out of my depth on this Reiki session. Mom needed a ‘Master’ to work on her (as I had seen at the Saturday course). I felt unprepared to deal with someone going into the kind of thrashing that I had witnessed when trying to pull out this sick energy from a person. I had to let it slide back, and moved on. I finished the Reiki with soothing energy and gently asked Mom to open her eyes. She was asleep, but came around when her daughter said, “you can wake up now.”

Mom said she felt calm and it was nice, thanking me for helping. I didn’t say anything; I felt a complete failure. We left, and I decided not to tell the student what I had experienced. I had encountered something very bad… Bone cancer perhaps, but I really didn’t know and didn’t want to cause a false alarm. Later the student told me that her Mom still didn’t believe, but that she did note how my hands went from feeling ice cold to almost roasting with heat, especially over her abdomen.

I have only had one other intense instance like this. It came later when I had my massage therapy practice some years later. An elderly gentleman of African origin had walked in one day. He asked for a 30 minute session. I always did a thorough intake questionnaire and discovered some unsettling things on his medical history. I asked him to lie on my table (an adjustable hydrolic table that I could lower for him). I had not asked him to undress as per usual. I used palpation skills and a few easy tests to determine where his pain originated. My heart sank as I felt sticky energy in his right hip, pelvis and low-back. The poor man was in intense pain. Suddenly, the door had flown open and his large, angry looking wife stomped into the room yelling. She was unhappy he was on my table. I asked her to return to the waiting room, and that I could not divulge anything (client confidentiality). I turned to him.

“You need to go back to your doctor.Your problem looks quite serious and you may need to see a specialist.” I was as kind as I could be, and I apologised that I thought a massage would not help. He squeezed my hand and smiled. The man had suffered lymph cancer, but had been in remission for two years. What I intuitively felt, but could not say, was that I suspected that it had returned aggressively and was eating through his bones. I did not charge him, saying that all we had done was an assessment. He thanked me and left. I felt unhappy that I had to turn him away, but I would have been negligent if I tried to give him a massage. A Reiki session might have soothed, but that was not what he wanted or what my practice offered.

Five days later, the receptionist had a message waiting for me as I arrived for afternoon appointments. The man’s son had called to say that his father had died, but the family was very grateful to me. He had felt quite at peace after he left my office. I felt so unhappy. He was such a nice man.

Mom had all her steel rods removed, but still struggled with pain. The student and I were not speaking that often, so other than knowing something of her Mom’s gradual deterioration, I did not learn what the outcome was.

Sometimes, we feel things that we would rather not. Life throws all sorts of tragedies at us. Grounding is the only way to transmute the energies of such encounters. We cannot take on other people’s energies to ourselves, no matter how much we want to help. They just make us sick ourselves. I was not in a position to offer more, though I would dearly have liked to. I knew that I must not let my own ego get in the way. All I could do was learn from my failures.

(To be continued…)

Earthing ~ Experiences

Earthing ~ A Journey 6

My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

The post Christmas Season was a blah time. I wasn’t eating very well (again) and tended to stop at McDonald’s for an Egg Mcmuffin for breakfast on the way to college. Little did I know, until years later, that they (because of the egg) were the cause of ankle pains and joint stiffness that had me wearing orthotic inserts and taking pain killers. I thought it was the gruelling schedule and the physical demands of the massage practices that were having a physical effect.

It was the second term of school, and the pace stepped up, adding extra time to the curriculum in the form of evening massage clinics for the general public. This meant that I had to take one evening per week off from work. That meant catch up on my work load there too. My boss was not impressed, but I converted holiday allowance time to cover the evenings. I wasn’t going to get away with that forever though…My holidays would quickly run out.

My time at home on weekdays was now mainly just for studying and sleeping. As a consequence, my already crappy relationship, dived into a deep dark hole. I actually hated going home to a silent, brooding partner who was becoming more distant by the day.

One Saturday, his daughter was over. She often came on a weekend to visit her Dad. She was working now and would soon get her own apartment. We got on pretty well, but she was increasingly aware of the tensions and kept to herself beyond shared mealtimes.

I had just gone upstairs to put laundry away when I heard the phone ring. She answered it. There was a lot of talking, so the call was for her, but I couldn’t hear the conversation. However, I felt an awful feeling of dread come over me. There was something about the call that felt wrong and sinister. I had to do something.

Walking in to his computer room, I said to my partner, “I feel something bad is going to happen, please tell your daughter not to go out tonight.” He looked at me as though I’d grown two heads. “Uh huh!” he said shaking his head and returning his attention to his computer.

I had to do something so I ran downstairs and said to her, as soon as she had hung up, “I don’t know who that was, or what your call was about, and you don’t need to tell me, but I have a terrible feeling that something bad will happen if you go out tonight. I am begging you not to go out. Any other night, sure, but not tonight!” She looked at me and said simply, ” OK. ”

She went up to her bedroom. She didn’t go out, and that was very comforting, but I didn’t know the story until months later, when she chose to tell me.

She had been going out with a boy, that I had met only once, for almost a year. He had hearing problems (almost completely deaf) and possibly a few mental problems as well, I thought in hindsight. Their relationship had been good, but mixed with volatile arguments sometimes. It had not been violent until one evening he had punched her in the face. She ended the relationship then and there. He had begged her to come back. She didn’t.

He, apparently, had gone into a meltdown and his friends all blamed her. The phonecall had been from a girlfriend of one of his mates, with an invitation to a big get-together, but her ex wouldn’t be there, and would she come?

It turned out that she learned from the same girl, in a another phonecall some days afterward, that the get-together was so that all the mates could beat my partner’s daughter up to teach her a lesson. The girl had called to apologise, that she didn’ t know about the planned beating and was glad that she had not shown up.

I was flabbergasted. I knew my feeling of danger was profound, but this was just unbelievable.

Relationships are so complicated and often have hidden agendas. I was relieved when she said, “when you told me not to go out, it sort of confirmed my own gut feeling that something was wrong. I completely severed ties with that group.”

Life chivied along with lots of term exams, innane work stuff and little time to think, let alone ground and meditate. I saw my friends when I could which was at least once per month, but never enough. Finally, the Easter break came. While work would continue, I had my weekday mornings free for a while. I replenished my energy.

My Polish friend had thoughtfully invited me to join her on a Saturday workshop with a Reiki Master healer. It required that participants had already completed Reiki I and Reiki II courses, which I had, but I didn’t know if I would be welcomed last minute, without pre-registration.

The session held about 10 participants, I was the 11th, but welcomed anyway, and I paid the course fee in cash on arrival.

The Instructor and her Assistant talked about their backgrounds, and how they worked together. Their form of Reiki had developed into an advanced form.

Each participant would have a turn for a healing session with her but first, she would demonstrate a healing session on a volunteer. The lady waiting in the wings (a client of the Instructor’s) had just been diagnosed with cancer, a form of Leukemia (although we weren’t told this until afterwards), and had consented to this public healing session.

To say that my jaw hit the floor, would be an understatement. The healing session started out with a scan and the usual Reiki format, but then developed into something resembling psychic surgery. The pair of healers worked in silence, quickly and with focused determination. The Instructor would seem to pull something like a stretchy glue away from the clients body, and the assistant would cut it near the skin surface with her hands. This would always have a sort of snap on the Instructor’s hands as she pulled whatever, free and cast it to the floor. What was unbelievable, is that the client had her eyes closed, almost under a complete trance, but her body writhed in a fashion that one would think physically impossible. It was scary to watch, like something out of the exorcist movie, but not quite so malevolent. Occasionally, a moan would come from the client, her facial expression clearly indicating something weird happening.

The two of them pulled what seemed like reams of material/energy out of her body, and then closed off with a soothing  scan and the usual crossed-hands ‘T’ over the heart to end the energy connection in a gentle manner. The room was so quiet. The client didn’t move, but I could clearly see that she was deeply unconcious. I could barely see her breathing, and she was shivering. The Instructor looked concerned. She waved all of us to leave our chairs to surround the client with our hands placed carefully, one at a time on her body. We all took our positions. The client was stone cold, freezing. As we pushed energy into her with controlled breathing techniques, the Instructor piled on about 6 blankets. It took probably 30 minutes of warming her with our energy, but she did warm up and the shivering stopped. Not a word was spoken except for the whispered commands from the Instructor.

I began to feel a migraine start. I tried to ground and shrug it off, but the feeling of nausea was overwhelming. I said nothing. The Instructor looked up from her position at the clients head. She gently took the hands of the person next to her and put them where her own two had been. She approached me and grasped my own hands, gently pulling me away and indicated to other participants to close up the gap. She sat me on a chair a few feet away, pushed some energy into my feet, and gently whispered to me to drink some water. Then she returned to her position with her client.

Eventually, everyone was ushered back to their chairs, and we all took a break for lunch while the client slept on, gently snoring. It was just an astounding thing. No one spoke much. It was all pretty hard to take in.

The client eventually did wake, feeling groggy. She remembered nothing of what had just happened. The Instructor asked her if she felt able to stand up? She did, and they gave her some water. She said that she felt somehow lighter. She came and sat with us for a little while, recovering. She said that she would fight her cancer and she hoped the healing session had helped. She felt it had!

After lunch, and the client already gone, the Instructor explained that she had intended to do an instructional healing, that it wasn’t really meant to have turned into the serious and difficult healing session that we had just witnessed, but that she and her Assistant had encountered a dark, black, sticky energy full of magnetism. They had worked quickly to pull it out of the body, and there was no time to explain what they were doing. She apologised if it had scared us. They had been unaware of her cancer diagnosis until just minutes before the session. They explained that cancer has its own energy and is always difficult to deal with.

The rest of the day was for each individual to receive a ‘healing session’ of their own with the Instructor. Unfortunately, there was not enough time for me, but during the lunch break, the Assistant had been asked by the Instructor to give me a special Reiki attunement. It was lovely, and as good as any healing session that I have experienced. Unfortunately, my friend was a little peeved that I should have this ‘attunement’ when no one else was offered the opportunity.

I really think the attunement was to help me stop retaining so much energy when it entered my body. I was being grounded yet again by someone else.

I would have loved to do a course with this lady, but I was already stretched for time, didn’t have the money, and the course would be two hours drive away from where I lived. I was disappointed…

(To be continued…)

 

Earthing ~ Transition

Earthing ~ A Journey 4

My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

 

I was scanning the Saturday Newspaper, when an advertisement hit my eye. A local Massage School was advertising its Fall classes starting in just two weeks. I knew that I wanted a job that helped other people, but it also had to be something that would also provide a viable income stream. This was a two-year accredited course that would provide me with a Registered Massage Therapist Qualification once I passed exams. I had thought about the healing arts during my ten-week hiatus, so the synchronicity of the ad shouted at me. The course was expensive for me, at $14,000 plus expenses, but my Dad had left me a little money… Just enough to cover the tuition fee, the text books and  supplies. But what would I do for an income for two years?

I told my partner about the school and said that it was something that I would like to do. He totally lost his temper at the mention of it, telling me it was a ludicrous idea and that we’d have nothing to live off. That decided me there and then. I am stubborn if not stupid. His lack of understanding about my work stresses really upset me, especially after all the years I had tolerated his financial whims. His pie in the sky attempts to figure out how the futures markets worked so he could make his fortune buying and selling coffee, pigs, or whatever it was, were all failures. Any money that he made was filtered through a Limited company and he never paid any income tax.  I never saw a dime. He didn’t like real work and I seemed to be doing everything. I was fed up, and disillusioned.

I called the registration number in the advert and left my details. I felt quite excited but also a bit nervous about the financial consequences. I had recently paid off our mortgage and my partner’s car loan, but we still had to eat, find money for fuel and pay for utilities.

Monday rolled around. I reported to my Boss’s office (she closed the door behind me). I played to her notions of power, grovelling as she’d expected, but explaining that I needed time to deal with emotional problems, full well knowing that University policy was to assist any employee experiencing health issues, either physical or mental. I caught her in her own trap really. As a long-serving employee with excellent yearly performance reviews, (at least until she took over after my former boss retired). I left her in an awkward position. I requested to go part-time and work flexible hours, basically a 3pm to 8pm shift for the most part so that I could sort out my problems.

She knew that she would have a hard time denying my request. I knew University employment policies as well as she did. She picked up the phone and called Human Resources requesting a meeting…

I won that round, and my part-time status became official, but I would later receive a terrible performance review completely based on her displeasure with me. She was slowly forcing me out.

My course began and would run from 8 am to 2 pm everyday with a lot of homework. It was going to be a gruelling schedule of school, work and late night study… My days would end at nearly midnight as I dedicated 2 to 3 hrs of reading my textbooks every night too! My head was filled with the kind of Anatomical information that first year medical students must learn, coupled with practical massage techniques. I found it almost impossible to write fast enough in the classes as I scribbled down course lectures.  I was the oldest attendee, but there were a couple of thirty-year olds too. The rest were fresh out of college.

Again, very quickly, despite all our different backgrounds, we bonded and the kids treated me really well. They really liked it when I showed them Reiki techniques and shared all my spiritual and grounding experiences. Despite the hard work, I loved going to class.

The teachers were all younger than me, but despite their initial misgivings about my ability to keep up the pace, they too, soon became my greatest cheerleaders.

Somehow, in the beginning, I kept up with it all, despite tiredness. But some things were not so easy. My Boss did make my life unbearable and she spread false rumours of my incompetence to other Managers. She even sent me on stupid missions to do menial tasks for my former employees. She wanted to rub my nose in it! Those employees had known me for a long time. They sympathised with me on my fall from grace and apologised for having to tell me what to do. Staff morale was at an all time low and no one wanted to raise their head above the parapet as my Boss’s wrath had descended on others too, including my old Night Manager, whom she finally lost patience with and ended his contract. Some people requested transfers to other departments on campus. Everyone had become just a little afraid of her. I tried to use the little influence that I had to make their lives better. I shared my healing modalities and grounding techniques with some of them too.

One day, I arrived at work to find our ‘tough cookie,’ receptionist in tears. I asked her what was wrong (already knowing that her six-month old grandson had been rushed into Toronto Sick Kids hospital). “He’s dying!” She sobbed. I went and put my arms around her, and she wept buckets. Fortunately my Boss was out for the day otherwise I doubt she would have found an outlet for her grief. As she calmed down and dried her tears with a tissue, she went on to explain that the hospital couldn’t stabilise him and they were going to do a Lumbar Puncture… Her voice trailed off as one of the men from the production area walked into the reception overhearing our conversation. “Wow those things are really painful,” he said unsympathetically. She started to cry again.

I took both of her hands in mine and looked her in the eyes as I said really slowly, “You can’t give up on him, he needs you and all your family to pray for him.” I am not religious, but I knew that this was the only thing she would understand. I continued, with conviction, “you all need to fight with him to beat this.” She managed a weak smile. She knew of my healing courses, so she wanted to believe me when I said that I would conduct a distance healing and would fight with her. I finished with, “He’s not going to die, we will all fight for him and see him as getting better.” She smiled and said “thank you.”

I walked out with the production guy following me, muttering loudly. “That was pretty irresponsible, telling her that her grandson won’t die,” he said, pulling up alongside me. “Especially when the doctors think he will.” I looked at him briefly and said, “he won’t!” And I walked away to my office.

I was focused as I quietly closed and locked my door. I had a drink of water, and sat, taking off my shoes. I grounded myself and went into quiet meditation for a couple of minutes. Then I lit a candle and began a distance healing focus. My mind travelled. I had never been to Toronto Sick Children’s hospital, but I visualised it anyway. I found myself in a brightly coloured ground floor corridor with a primary-coloured mural splashed on one wall. I followed it and came to a railing and a slight incline into a small semi private ward. I found the baby. He looked so frail with tubes and an oxygen mask on him. I sent him healing for an hour and grounded him in my minds-eye, but I also had a rather weird experience of a vision of Archangel Raphael. It was hovering over the cot.

I came out of the healing meditation slowly, feeling somewhat dazed. I drank a bottle of water and sat for a moment digesting what had just happened. I needed to go talk to the Receptionist before she left for the day. I didn’t care that I had just used up an hour of working.

I explained what had happened during my remote viewing experience. Her eyes brightened as she confirmed that her Grandson was on the ground floor of the hospital, in a room off a brightly painted wall in the corridor. I said “You and your daughter need to call on Archangel Raphael. He is the Angel of Healing. I just had to say it. I felt it mattered. She thanked me and went home to tell her daughter.

The next day, the Receptionist was waiting with a progress report.” He’s got Necrotizing fasciitis (flesh eating bacterial infection) they didn’t do the Lumbar Puncture!” She told me that he was in very serious condition but that now they have a chance if they can stop the ‘flesh eating’ with antibiotics. He had stabilised overnight. I smiled at her. “Keep praying, and be strong for him, he will fight.” She smiled back at me. She told me that her daughter had bought a poster of Archangel Raphael and taken it into the hospital to place on the wall above the cot. They were all pulling for him.

Two days on, she told me that he was recovering. He had lost half of one lung, but they had killed the bacteria and he was strengthening. I never saw a happier grandma than the one who was now hugging me. I told her that the power of love and prayer from all her family had done it and given him the energy and strength to fight. A few days later, she handed me a card from her daughter. It had on it a picture of the Archangel Raphael. Inside, heartfelt words thanked me for helping to save their baby. It wasn’t me, it was the energy, that everyone sent.

I saw the little boy again a couple of years later, for real this time, when I visited his Grandma at home. He came over and smiled at me, touching my knee before bouncing across the room to look after his one year-old baby sister. He had such a feisty spirit! I told his Grandma, “He’s going to be a great teacher one day! ”

(to be continued…)

 

Earthing ~ Primer

Earthing – A Journey

I have wanted to do a series of posts on ‘Earthing,’ for at least a couple of years now, but have had great difficulty in finding the right way to approach what I find to be a difficult, highly important concept, to portray in any sort of coherent manner. I will give credit to my good friend, raw god, for providing inspiration to approach the subject from a personal viewpoint, rather than preach in any way. It is excellent advice and actually makes it a much easier series of writings.

Before I begin with personal accounts, (which will be mixed with a little of what I have learned from other sources), I want to start in the middle of this subject. A strange place to start any account of one’s experiences, but important for any reader who might need some background on what ‘Earthing,’ or ‘Grounding’ (as it is alternatively known), means to human beings.

This documentary, released in December 2019, gives a very tangible account of why we need to connect properly with our Earth, in an electrical sense, for our own health and well-being. It is factual, has written scientific papers backing up its authenticity and is intended for a wide range of audiences. Since my partner watched this, he has been walking barefoot everywhere he is able (getting quite filthy in our pollution-filled world). I am more selective, as concrete and asphalt roads, and our man-made environments are full of insulating materials, blocking any sort of connection with the ‘earth’ beneath our feet. I hope you will watch this as it is one of the best scientific approaches that I have seen on this subject which is often shrouded in the spiritual and mystic practices of society.

I will continue this series with a very personal account of my own journey with ‘earthing,’ my on and off relationship with it, and where I want to take it going forward. My journey is unique, everyone will find something different, but I think by telling my story, just as in the documentary that you have just watched, I might just help you, my reader, with your own wellbeing journey. But more, perhaps it will also convey the urgent need for a connection with each other and all life on our planet.

Personality Exposed part three

My Charactar on Trial

~ Part 2

 

Writing Depth, Spacing, Slant

Weight or depth of writing indicates me to have medium to light in pressure, and that my memory is short remembering events. I have a tendency to forgive and forget.

My Writing

 

A heavy weight (creates indentations on page underneath), indicates emotion and stamina. This person takes everything seriously and is unlikely to forgive. They remember injustices, and give no second chances. 

 

Blotchy writing is a casanova type or flitting type of person, like a bee to flowers. 

 

Thick writing (choosing a thick nib or felt pen) is someone trying to make themselves look imposing and unforgettable. (Donald Trump does this). 

Rare early example of Donald Trump writing before he switched to printed capital letters.

 

My writing is medium sized, so I am fairly comfortable in my skin. It used to be tiny as a youngster, a distinct sign of lack of my confidence, shyness and inability to feel comfortable in social situations.

Large writing means the writer is extremely sociable, or extroverted, or wants to appear imposing. 

I do space my words apart a little more than usual. It means, that although I can be sociable, I like my personal space. I am not inclined to let people into my personal space until I trust them. I also occasionally lift my pen to write a stand alone letter (not all of them are joined up). This is a sign of intuitive pauses, thinking about what I am writing.

 

Prince Charles has an interesting trait. He also spreads his words, but often has a long stroke between words, either linking one word backwards to the last (I think this is a sign of reinforcement) or it moves to the next  word (forward thinking). It makes him look slightly unsure of what to write, and he scans back and forth to be sure. 

Prince Charles

 

My writing is fairly upright. which means that I think before making decisions. (The Queen has upright writing but hers is more assertive) .

My Writing

 

A slight backslant can indicate a negative, depressed person

Too much backslant is considered to be a warning of an unsociable, self-absorbed person.

A slant to the right, on the other hand, is indicative of a warm, outgoing person who will jump right in and commit themselves. Caring people have this trait. Kate Middleton is a right slanted writer. So is Meagan Markle, but her writing is much more embellished making her rather determined to point it out, and to jump before thinking. Meagan also has developed a tendency for a backward flourish on her words. This is in the upper area of her writing, and equates to her conscious attempt to point to past achievements. 

 

Interestingly, Princess Diana was an upright writer and used simple letters to express herself (clarity of message). The control on her letters (closing them off properly) relate to a trustworthy nature(she could keep a secret).

My writing is level with the top of the page, meaning I am fairly balanced in my moods. If it does slant, it tends to go up.

My writing

 

An upward leading style toward the top-right of page, is the sign of a happy, fun, positive person.

Robin Williams handwriting showed a positive, upbeat style. His ultimate suicide was more to do with a diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease, coupled with Lewy Body Syndrome, a form of dementia that causes delusions. 

A downward slope towards bottom-right is the trait of an unhappy, negative person.

Adolph Hitler handwriting shows a downward trend. 

 

A mix of styles, slanting one way and then the other, is the sign of a person who has no control over their emotions. Jeremy Corbyn has writing in this category, but blames it on poor education! Benjamin Netanyahu also has a mixed style.

Jeremy Corbyn

 

What do you think these two styles say about these people. Do they have leadership qualities? Answers on who these writing samples belong to on my next post. 

Personality Exposed part two

I am leaving my self analysis out of the mix today, except to share one more thing about my ‘i’ trait. Yesterday, I revealed that I was a procrastinator, with a tendency to pessimism and disorganisation, based on my little i. There is one more thing to share on that, and it is the fact that my i is so simple, without loops or any adornment. It shows that I cannot identify with my parents. Yes, they are both dead, but that is not it. I did not have a happy childhood, and by age eighteen, I had shunned them both completely. It is starkly evident in my writing. Who knew? 

I am saying all this (and I will continue with revelations about me later), to encourage you to look at your own handwriting. Why? Because, we are deeply self-deceptive with ourselves, and if that is so, we cannot function optimally in the world.

Before we can offer something to others, we must know what it is that we are offering? We must be sure that we are not taking instead, without any return of the gift. Knowing yourself (really being objective about it), gives an opportunity to repair and heal that which we think may not affect us, but that is actually dominating our spirit. And we need to know it, and change if we are to move forward into a kinder world.

These short videos on Graphology will be well worth watching… About 6 to 11 minutes duration  each. They say so much… More than we want to admit. 

 

 

 

 

And one more for the writers out there… This one will interest you, because it is about creativity and the traits of great literary giants. 

 

Personality Exposed part one

My Character on Trial

~Part 1

My handwriting sample is self-analysed, so I am probably biased, but then I know myself fairly well (or should do after a lifetime). Still, it isn’t comfortable for me to do this. Not everything is positive, and it really does shed some light on my character faults.

My Sample Page

MARGINS
Margin placement analysis is quite complicated. I have simplified it here so as not to be too verbose.

Left Margin
I have used a normal left margin of 15% of the page, which means I have equilibrium of a simple life, conscious order and harmony.
The margin drifts slightly to the right as I descend the page, meaning I am trying to detach in an optimistic way from what I write, but it could also could indicate impulsiveness.

Right Margin
My right margin is small at about 8% of the page width, meaning I am sociable, and an extrovert, but can also mean that I have a tendency to defend myself from others or outside influences. The right margin is irregular with one blank block (A margin ghost) that should have been filled with words. The irregular margin indicates that I can have out of control emotions, be ambivalent or disordered. The block gap (Margin Ghost) says that I might have fear about making decisions for the future.

Top Margin
This is the relationship with the reader. In a non-header page, such as this, it is normal at 10-15% of the page. It suggests courtesy, good manners and self control.

Bottom Margin
This is indicative of how writers move on in life (turning the page). Mine is slightly small, showing a resistance to change.

LETTERS

Letter ‘t’
Most of my ‘t’s’ are consistent, with a midline cross on the ‘t,’ which is reflective of balanced self-esteem. The slanting (left to right) vertical down-stroke is indicative of self control, reflection, objective decisions and actions. When crossing double ‘tt’s,’ I use a single rising cross stroke, indicating quickness and ingenuity.
Notice the cross on the double ‘tt’ on ‘go-getter’ word. The cross bar is (unusually for me) placed almost at the top of the down strokes. It may have been a subconscious raising of my own expectations. High cross bars indicate high self-esteem, ego and achievement. Rebellion can also be a negative aspect, especially if the cross bar is above the down stroke. (Sometimes a company might want that, especially if they wanted a job applicant to expand their business. A low cross bar on the ‘t’ indicates low placed self-esteem or a person who has no goals (a warning to employers).

Letter ‘i’
I have a lot of inconsistencies in my ‘I,’ especially on the dot.
The downstroke is direct and simple, showing a quickness for comprehension but also that I feel some limitation for resources.
The light pressure on the dot, indicates a certain amount of mysticism, but dot placement is not very precise, sometimes missing (forgetfulness), sometimes left of its target, (procrastination or pessimism) , sometimes right (inattention to detail). Occasionally a slight concave jab appears (irritation). The solid dot represents loyalty.
More on my personality will be exposed next post… but if you want to learn more about your own writing, this website is really helpful.

https://www.handwriting-graphology.com/graphology-basics/

Handwriting and Your Brain 🤓 🧠

Did you know, that handwriting is better for your brain than typing? The art of hand writing uses all parts of the brain, whilst typing does not. So if you find your mind getting a bit foggy (does come with aging), try writing a diary. Pick a favourite pen and make it an artwork.

Famous Signatures

You likely already guessed that these signatures belong to Donald and Melania Trump.

What do you think these signatures say about them?

The angular strokes are sharp, unforgiving. Donald has a very jagged ‘D’ that is large and full of self importance, but also closes off in a series of jagged angles, suggesting he is unapproachable and dismissive. The last name, he has given slightly more importance to the ‘T’ which is taller than all letters, suggesting surname means everything to him, but both names start with large capitals letter suggesting self importance.

There is pragmatism and intuitiveness in both signatures, but Melania doesn’t use her intuition. She, unlike Donald, is patient (waiting for rewards). Both are ego-centric and narcissistic, but Melania is the more grasping and mean spirited of the two (narrower writing all squished up with little curled hooks). She has big emphasis on the last name, so it is important to her. Both are very family oriented but in a self-interested closed fashion, excluding outsiders. There are tendencies for anger in both, but Melania keeps hers to herself. The high, short cross bar on her ‘T’ last name, with a long descender on it and also on the last ‘p,’ suggest her intense materialism associated with her marriage to Donald.

Interestingly, both of them have simple block type writing for composition of general text. Donald tends to use capitals for all written notes. This is a man who means what he says, wants to shout it, and is full of self importance. He doesn’t want anyone to misinterpret what he says.

Are you surprised?

Hard to Hide

Our personality can say so much about our goals in life.

From an early age, most of us are taught to write. It is a requirement for expression within our schools and for interaction in society.  We have all learned to join up our letters. 

“As long as we are studying penmanship in school or at home it is a merely mechanical operation; we simply follow the copy-book or the blackboard letters written by the instructor, but after we have mastered the art of penmanship, we become independent and write and form letters of the alphabet to suit our personal taste and ability. Our hand then becomes the unconscious instrument of our brain and merely transcribes into letters, words and sentences, the active thoughts as they are formed…. We find just as many different kinds of handwriting as there are people.”

 ~Hugo J. von HAGEN 

Graphology: How to Read Character from Handwriting, 1919

 

True Graphology, is a complicated business. It requires meticulous measurement using special rulers, statistical analysis, and a lot of time to analyse the handwriting of one individual. 

Our personal script says so much about us… it is like a window into our soul.

I have only attended a couple of informal lectures on Graphology, so don’t know much, but I have learned enough that I can see that there is some merit to it by  looking at my own handwriting. I include it here so that you can look at it too. It is a quickly produced piece so that my traits show up best. 

Of course, I use unruled, plain white paper. There must be no guiding constraints to a true handwriting sample. Everything matters. The space, the style, the pressure, and even the choice of pen.

I will share with you on the next post what my handwriting reveals about me, but perhaps you can guess? Am I introverted, or extroverted? Am I generous or mean? Am I secure, or insecure? Can you rely on me, or am I self-serving. Am I ruthless or gentle?

Am I a world saving hero, or a shrinking violet? Do I want to be in your life close and in your personal space, or am I distant and uninterested? Do I care about you, or do I care about me? Am I fun, or a misery guts?

All will be revealed soon. I can tell you that I am not perfect! 😂 

Graphologists have had a field day with most leaders and celebrities of the world. Their handwriting says so much about them… And some couples (in relationships) can have similar looking signatures. Shockingly so in some cases.

Have a look… Do you recognise this couple?

But some close relationships can also show opposite characteristics in the  handwriting, meaning that we can either complement each other ( a positive relationship) or find conflict ( a negative relationship). Who do you think these signatures belong to, and do you see complementing each other, or conflict? 

There are a lot of positive aspects as well as negative aspects to each characteristic writing style… It shows that we have a choice to be either positive or negative in our lives, and that is really important, because there’s a little wiggle room for change.

Graphology is not a science. It falls far enough outside of an absolute, not to be allowed in law courts (like the lie detector test). But occasionally, Graphologists might be called in to give police an idea of the type of person they might be dealing with in some unsolved cases. Writing traits can show the psyche of a potential criminal, and let police know what kind of person they might be investigating. 

Our writing is unique, but so is our Signature…

Our signature is what we put out to the world to say who we are publicly (rather than our private image which is only shared with close friends and family). It is generally more stylized to suit what we wish to project, rather than what we actually do with the rest of our  more emotive writing style. 

What do you think that your handwriting says about you?

Watch this 2 minute video. It might help you decide.

Fractal Humanity

What does it really mean to be human?

I am returning to the subject of my first post here because I think Humans have the ability to understand how the Universe works and therefore how life itself works.

Fractals are the Fibonacci discovery of a pattern that applies to all life forms. Think of the infinite pattern as similar to a hologram. Each tiny piece of the hologram is a fragment replica containing the whole image.

We think of life forms as separate and different, but in fact on the molecular scale we are all the same, arranged from the same building blocks of life. Each molecule holds information that can create itself. It is no coincidence that we are made up of 70% water… for so is the earth. All life forms follow a set of rules that connect our forms in patterns already dictated by the universe itself.

So what does this mean for us everyday folks who aren’t mathematicians, scientists or amazing philosophers? It means that we must stop treating everyone and everything as separate from ourselves. This is the concept of God…a creator that holds us all in its own image. This is not a separate entity, but the all encompassing energy of everything. It is us, all of us. Human, animal and plant.

For humanity to understand fully how to incorporate this into everyday life, we have to forget the word ‘separate.’ For when we use that word, it creates ‘difference,’ ‘dislike,’ ‘fear,’ and other negative emotions that break down life, break down symbiosis, break down cooperation, break down growth. For too long, we have been told that we are separate from the animals, separate from the rich, separate from the powerful, separate from the poor or the other races; the list goes on.

We are all born and we will all die. This is the pattern of all life forms. We have, in the time in between, growth of our form, reproduction and family and an ability to feel a physical experience through our senses. Each and every life form depends on other life forms for food or existence in some way. This means that in order to be human, we also harbour other life forms within us (bacteria), and they, in turn have other life forms in them. The Planet…a living organism supports us all and the universe in turn holds the galaxies that hold the planets, ad infinitum. Time and Space is a human construct to describe our existence within the plane of our perceivable dimension of all that is. We know from infrared, x-ray and other wavelengths that what we experience physically, is not everything that exists. Time and Space is not a real form but an idea to explain to us our own physical experience and to give us a linear perspective of a non-linear universe full of different life that we cannot perceive.

All physical life forms are patterns on an energy information system that brings together everything that exists.
We are so connected, that a single thought form can be felt around the globe and even out into the universe. If we project fear, then we will see and feel fear. If we project war, then we will see and feel war. But if we project only love, then we will see and feel only love. It is that simple, and that complex.

We need to rethink how we live because the planetary system that we live in is changing. It may be that the earth becomes inhospitable for some life forms. We, as humanity, need to address how we are going to deal with those changes. Our old ‘separate’ thinking will not work now. It is time for our symbiotic nature to return. For us to feel everything in our physical plane. If we do not reconnect to our oneness then we will not know the love or joy or the bliss of everything. We will not exist.

What will a return to our symbiotic nature look like in a more down to earth world view?

Here are a few examples showing how to live a loving symbiotic life…

And finally… How Love can heal a broken spirit and bring back health and vitality.

These are not unique examples. There are many. Good stuff is around us everyday. Focus on the love and connection and forget all the negative thoughts. They will only separate you from the rest of creation. They will destroy the energy that is YOU.

Ecological Future

Our Earth is losing more resources than can possibly be replaced. We consume far too much and it is unsustainable. Governments worldwide will do nothing about this because they are only interested in tackling economic growth, taxation and export income, to pay down equally unsustainable national debts.
 
So, it is really up to every individual person to consciously decide to reduce consumption and find alternative solutions to promote health, welfare and happiness.

Earth Resource Analysis posted by http://www.Macat.com

Lots of course, can be done to live sustainably

Posted by Rob Greenfield Sustainable Living
Rob’s website is a really good resource for growing your own food and reusing materials in creative ways.

http://robgreenfield.tv/sustainableliving/
That’s easy enough for us who are working and living in a wealthy society. 
But what about those people who live in poor communities in other parts of the world?

Jon Jandai’s story is inspiring

Posted by TED talks
Pun, Pun Farm, Chiang Mai, Northern Thailand. Jon Jandai: ‘Life is easy. Why do we make it so hard?’
You can find out more about volunteering at Pun Pun Farm here: 

http://punpunthailand.org/

And there are opportunities to help other sustainable world projects. Here is just one of many links

http://wwoof.net/

Organic farming and sustainability programs

But what of our individual consumption…where do we start at home and can we make a difference with our purchases? The answer to that is YES, we can make a huge difference if we know what is wasteful!

The Carbon Footprint of Consumption TED talk 2016
So buying local, unprocessed food from sustainable sources is going to make a huge difference. And so is reducing material goods that we don’t really need.
Making your own toiletries, household cleansers, and food will keep you healthy, reduce chemicals, packaging and waste and lower your carbon footprint exponentially.

These following websites offer lots of advice, ideas and help with awareness of do’s and don’ts and how to source goods sustainably.
http://www.onegreenplanet.org
http://www.naturalhealth365.com
https://www.esa.org/esa/education-and-diversity/what-does-ecology-have-to-do-with-me
https://www.treehugger.com
http://m.huffpost.com/us/news/environmental-issues
http://greenlivingideas.com

And here are some household Tips on how to improve your daily ecological living from Clare Delaney @ecoexpert1 (on Twitter)
http://www.ecofriendlylink.com/blog/

Here is one of Clare’s many examples of how you can replace household purchases with inexpensive eco friendly alternatives.

Posted by Clare Delaney

Let’s start joining the conversations, listen to the thoughts and ideas of other change-makers, and get in touch with what really makes us happy, healthy and free of pollution, waste and greed.

Posted by Anne Brown
http://www.cellonline.org

We need to start thinking about ecological futures for every country around the globe, so if you want to study ecological living for sharing with others, find out more about this promising venture and earn university credits towards your degree through informative worldwide study programs
http://www.cellonline.org
You may have exciting ideas for new ways to cut our ecological footprint.

James Greyson of the United Kingdom, has been developing a circular economy plan for many years. He can be found on TED talks and on his own website where he shares his ideas about creating new ways to leverage global change, far beyond what we all can do individually.

http://blindspot.org.uk/about

@climate_rescue (Twitter)

@blindspotting (Twitter)

James Greyson won the 2016 MIT Climate CoLab contest with this invention of a wood drying chimney to cut carbon emissions produced by wood fueled cook stoves (much of the third world still cooks and heats homes using woodstoves).

James has also begun a new  ‘Virtual Think Tank’ to tackle Climate Change and Global sustainability on Patreon, if you think you may like to take part brainstorming in this new community offering your research and ideas, you can find out more at 

https://www.patreon.com/blindspotting
 

If you are a Twitter user, try a search using ‘#EarthOptimism’ as a starting point to find out what else you can do to encourage, and engage with others in the discussion on an an ecological future!