A Blessing Creates a Higher Consciousness

Blessing another, our food, a situation and ourselves takes us to a higher state of consciousness that allows us to experience life from a perspective different from that of the normal state of daily affairs.

Although there is some controversy within the scientific community about what happens in the brain when we bless, a twenty-year old theory backs up the experience many of us have every time we say a blessing. Scientists call the experience an increase in the gamma waves; I call it a feel-good experience.

With the help of EEGs, scientists have been able to measure gamma waves, which are the highest frequency of brain waves—electrical impulses that occur naturally in the brain. Gamma waves are associated with higher levels of intelligence and feelings of happiness, and an increase in a person’s feelings of compassion toward others. In recent years, commercial neuro-programming products have entered the marketplace to help increase gamma waves. Although I’m sure they are good, I haven’t personally tried any of these programs, have not felt a need to, because I continually experience an increase in happiness, alertness, and compassion every time I bless someone or something. And I am blessed to have numerous opportunities every day to say a blessing. So do you.

Begin by blessing whatever enters your body—food, water, tea, and so on. In workshops I hold where food is present, we always have a blessing of the food, the elements that helped the food grow, the animals that sacrificed their bodies to sustain ours, the farmers who grew the food, the workers who processed the food, the truck drivers who delivered the food, the groceries who stored the food, and so on. You get the idea. A blessing isn’t just a simple, “Bless you, and you’re off and running, although even a quick blessing is meaningful if said with heart.

Heart is important in every blessing. A blessing said with genuine gratitude, a feeling of deep thankfulness, seems to be necessary for me to experience the euphoria. Perhaps emotion is needed to activate gamma waves. Certainly, it has been in my life and it seems scientists are also finding this to be true. Well-known for his work in neuroplasticity—the capacity for the brain to rewire itself—Richard Davidson, a researcher at the University of Wisconsin, found an increase in gamma activity in Tibetan Buddhists monks during meditation. When the monks meditated on loving kindness, the gamma waves increased even more.

Living in the country allows me opportunities every day to increase my gamma waves by blessing animals in the fields, winged ones in the sky, and those along the side of the road. For the deer and field cats and great winged ones who bless my life as I travel along, my blessing is simple, “Thank you for being in this world and for blessing my life with your presence.” My blessing for those who have left this life is, “Bless you, bless the one who took your life, bless the ones who will partake of your giveaway, and bless me.” Those final two words are crucial to the blessing. They are the words that take us into a deeper compassion for ourselves, which, in turn allows us to feel greater compassion for all beings.

We don’t have to look far for something to bless. There is so much in life that calls for our blessing. Daily I bless my four-legged children for their wellbeing and thank them for enriching my life. I bless each member of my family, and each friend who is in my life. I bless the sun and thank it for warming me. I bless the rain for feeding the fields and flowers. I bless my office as I walk into it every morning. I bless the computer for working so well. I bless words for coming easily when needed. I bless each part of my body for good health and vitality. I bless friends and acquaintances and the clerk at the checkout. I bless the authors of books I read and musicians of music I hear. I bless my vehicle that keeps me safe, the mechanics who keep it running smoothly, and the battery and gasoline and roadways and every other driver on the road.

And with each blessing, I also bless myself. You might have noticed—and you would be right if you did—that with so much time spent blessing the other there is no time left to spend in complaining, so the gamma waves just keep growing and growing and blessing me as I bless you.

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Piper’s Labyrinth Walk

I got to walk the labyrinth. Well, maybe I ran. The labyrinth’s in the meadow. It’s a special place.

Mom walks the labyrinth sometimes. She says it’s a sacred walk that helps you love more. It’s fun to walk the labyrinth. It’s not necessary for dogs though ‘cause we already know how to love a lot.

I like it because it’s a bond with my ancestors. Shelties are Shetland Sheep dogs from the Shetland Islands. That’s part of Mom’s ancestors too. She calls them Celts. That’s why the labyrinth is like the ancient Celtic labyrinth. It’s seven circles. When you get to the center, you turn around.

Piper runs to catch up.

I let Mom get way ahead of me. That’s ‘cause I have to stop and smell the critters that live here. There are mice and frogs and spiders and even deer. Lots to sniff. Then I run and run around the circles to catch up with Mom. She laughs at me. Pats me on the head. Tells me what a good girl I am. Then she keeps walking all the way to the center of the labyrinth.

The center is kind of boring. Mom stays there for a while, then we get to walk the circles again. This time they get bigger and bigger instead of smaller and smaller. They get smaller on the first walk. That’s when we’re walking into the center.

We stop when we come out of the circles. We bow. I know how to do that. That’s to say thanks to our ancestors. Then I get to run ahead. I have to beat Mom to the house. But wait. There’s something here I have to sniff first. This is a whole new smell. I don’t know what this is.

Oh no. I’ve been busy sniffing and Mom walked ahead. How can she do that? We’re not in the labyrinth anymore where I can catch up really easy. I have to run and run and run really, really hard to catch up. I bark at her. She smiles at me. That means I’m a good girl. I am.

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Phillip’s Wisdom on Anger

Phillip: Anger is a form of fear. Fear is the opposite of love. To truly know the appreciation of love, fear must be known.

            Do you not judge evil by that which you call good? Is it not in the weighing one against the other that you find balance? It is when you have felt hunger that you most appreciate food and when you have known thirst that you most welcome water to drink.

            If you know only love, this is good, but it is in the full experiencing of live that you know and understand life.

            It is for each to find the balance. In doing so, judgment must be laid aside and all is merely seen as the experience.

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Piper’s Fun Day

Sometimes the trees tricks Piper.

We played ball today. It was fun. Sometimes Mom pretends she throws my ball. I run and run after it, but she’s still holding my ball. When she does that, I run back to her and scold her. No fair. She shouldn’t tease me like that.

Sometimes when she throws my ball it hits a tree and flies away. Sometimes Mom throws my ball just so. That’s when I jump really, really high and catch my ball while it’s still flying. I like that. It’s fun to catch a flying ball. Sometimes I don’t catch it until it lands. That’s fun too. When I catch my ball, I run back to Mom so she can throw it again so I can run after it again.

I always take my ball back to Mom so she can throw it again.

After we played ball, we went out to the meadow. There’s lots and lots to sniff in the meadow. That’s where the deer like to play. I can see them from the window in the house where I live. There are lots of squirrels too. And bunnies and raccoons and birds and animals I don’t even know the names of.

Mom started to walk into the woods. That was really scary. I pretended to be busy sniffing at the edge of the woods. That way I didn’t have to go into the woods.  There are really scary things in the woods. Like fairies. Sometimes I hear them whispering at night. And the moon. The moon is really scary. It’s really bright in the trees. And the trees. They like to dance with the moon at night. Who knows what else is in the woods.

The woods is really scary. I’m going to stay right here at the edge.

Mom said okay. We didn’t have to walk in the woods. The paths needed clearing anyway. Winter storms made them dirty with those dancing trees that left branches all over the place.

We walked back to the house. I asked if we could play ball again. But we went inside. I ran to the treat bin. That’s what I do when we go inside. I always get a treat. Treats are almost as good as playing ball. Maybe they’re even better.

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Hazel’s Angels

It was in the mid-1990’s when I was attending Jean Houston’s New York Mystery School that I met Hazel and her angels. She was a lady of a certain age by then but during World War II Hazel was a still a young woman.

During that war, Hazel felt called to gather all the angels she could muster and send them off to help the soldiers. Hazel sent angels to soldiers on the battlefield to keep the fear away. She sent angels to the hospitals to aid the injured and angels to those who left their bodies to aid in their transition.

When the war was over, Hazel often explained, there were a lot of angels out of work. “When in need of help, call on my angels,” she would say. “They need to be useful.”

Hazel is among the angels now. I’m sure she is walking around heaven instructing her angels where to go whenever they are needed. But let’s not make Hazel do all the work. Our world needs Hazel’s angels, and she needs our help, so let’s call on them now.

Let’s ask Hazel’s angels to move into the middle of wind and rain storms, hurricanes, and tornadoes and flap their wings to dissipate the heavy clouds and calm the winds. Let’s ask them to soothe the flood waters and to stop our earth from shaking from earthquakes.

Let’s ask the angles to hold their wings over the humans, animals, and winged ones to protect them from Earth’s fury.

Let’s send the strongest of Hazel’s angels to work alongside the rebuilders of the homes and businesses, to give the humans courage, strength, and the materials they need.

Let’s call on Hazel’s angels to bring rain to the drought-ridden lands and sunshine to the flooded areas. Let’s send those angels with fire hoses to bring rain to all the fire-ravaged places. Let’s ask Hazel’s angels to hold all those in Turkey and Syria who were caught in the earthquake, to help them heal and rebuild their lives.

And let’s send the most compassionate of Hazel’s angels to comfort all who have lost loved ones in the storm-tossed weather and angels to greet all who have left their bodies to make their transition smooth and loving.

Let’s close our eyes and visualize the Divine White Light of Love moving into our bodies and out from our heart chakra into the world and holding our planet in the Healing Light of Love. And let’s give our love and gratitude to Hazel and her angels for all they do to help heal our world and all of us.

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Piper Makes a New Friend

I made a new friend. His name is Rusty. We went for a long walk together. He’s older than me. He’s bigger too.

Rusty isn’t my only doggy friend. I’ve also made friends with Murphy, Juno, and Vinnie. Rusty and Murphy are boys. They’re different than Juno, Vinnie, and me. We’re girls.

I like Rusty. He’s nice. He likes me too. I could tell. But not right away. At first when Mom told me we were going for a walk with Rusty and his Mom I was a little scared. After all, Rusty’s a boy and boys are, well you know…they’re different. Sometimes they’re pushy and big and scary.

Photo by Constance Gilhooly, Rusty’s mom

At first, I thought Rusty might be scary. I saw him in his car. He looked really big. When he jumped out of his car, I saw him run toward me. I was only scared for a just a little bit. He sniffed my nose. I sniffed him back. That’s when I knew he liked me.

How could he not like me? I’m so pretty. And I’m sweet. Yes, yes, I am. Well, most of the time anyway.

Since he liked me, I decided to like him back. So, we went for a walk together. We walked around a ball field and over a covered bridge. The wood on the bridge made scary, creaky noises. Rusty said if the bridge died and we fell into the river, he knew how to swim. I do too, so we’d be okay.

We had to cross a big street. That was scary. But Rusty said he’d protect us, so it was okay. Our moms helped too. Rusty had to protect us again when a great big dog barked at us. He jumped up on his fence and barked and barked and barked. I started to walk faster. Rusty told that dog to stop barking at us or he’d take care of things. He would have too, but his mom stopped him. So, we kept walking.

Sometimes Rusty stopped to smell something in the grass. And sometimes he stopped to lift his leg. That’s how boys pee. Girls are daintier about such things.

It was fun walking with Rusty. He’s different from my doggy girlfriends. That’s okay. He’s a boy and boys are different from girls. It’s nice to have a boy dog as a friend too.

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Love and Our Sacred Wound  

Love brings us together with our soul mates, those we’re drawn to via chemistry and mutual attraction. We often forget that love also brings us the sacred wound. What is a sacred wound and what is its connection to love and our soul mate? you ask. Here’s what Phillip, my spirit guide has to say about the sacred wound.

Phillip’s Wisdom

The Sacred Wound: A Conversation with Phillip

This is a question and answer session I had with Phillip about the sacred wounding.

Q. Phillip, what is a sacred wound?

A. It is the wounding the soul agrees to take on when entering human life for the purpose of healing the wound and evolving the species.

Q. Does everyone come into life with a sacred would to heal or is it only something that some of us take on?

A. All souls have a sacred wound, but not all recognize this to be so.

Q. How do we know what our sacred wound is?

A. It is written in the patterns of your life. Study these patterns and the sacred wound will reveal itself when the human being is ready to commence with healing.

Q. What are the types of sacred wounds we should look for?

A. In your world, the most common are abandonment, which springs from the physical or emotion abandonment of a child by one or more parent(s); lack of a sense of self, what you might call a lack of confidence in the self’s ability to live and thrive in this world, which comes from a lack of nurturing and encouragement during a child’s developmental years; depression and other mental illnesses, which is an inability to connect with the true spirit of the individual that is caused by childhood trauma and/or imbalances within the physical brain; and addiction that causes the individual to withdraw from life because of a lack of skills and brain function to cope with their own sensitivity, which is often caused by the shock of a new soul coming into Earth life or an older soul who has experienced this before and wishes to work on the healing of this wound.

The soul sets up the conditions for their life in accordance with what they choose to experience. For example, if a soul chooses abandonment as the sacred wound, that soul would choose to be born into a family where one or both of the parents leave the family through death or other means, is emotional unavailable, unavailable due to illness, or that soul might choose to be born to parents who are unable to raise the child, so the child is raised by another family with whom the child has soul ties.

Q. Can past lives influence the sacred wound we choose before we enter Earth life?

A. Other life experiences most certainly influence the soul’s choice of what to experience in this life. There is not always a direct correlation in that [for example] the abandonment wound does not always mean the individual was abandoned in another life experience, although that may be the case. It also could be that the individual abandoned someone and now wants to atone for that act, or that the soul just agrees to experience this wounding for the sake of helping the healing for all souls who experience it.

Q. Can this healing be completed in one lifetime?

A. Most definitely, but not all will do so. Before healing can take place, there must first be a recognition of the wounding, and then the desire to heal must follow. When there is a desire to heal, the means of doing so are given as they are able to be received and acted upon.

Q. How long does healing take?

A. Healing takes as long as it takes. The better question is to ask how does a person know if they are healed? The answer to this question is that when one is healed of the sacred wound the pattern that perpetuates the behavior that springs from the wound no longer rules the person’s emotional behavior.

Q. What happens if we ignore our sacred wound?

A. Those who ignore, or are unaware of, the sacred wound live more from the human self rather than from the deeper spirit self. This is not to say they never touch the deeper spirit self, but that most of their emotional responses are from the human self. 

Q. How does the sacred wound affect our relationships? 

A. Attraction for the other may come from the sacred wound. If this is the case and the wound is neither recognized nor healed, the relationship may be quite rocky and harmful rather than one of harmony and accord. It also is possible to have a normal relationship throughout a lifetime and be unaware of the sacred wound. There are many individual factors at work here.

The relationship between what we will call soul mates is a longing for a uniting with Spirit. These are the relationships that may work only on the deeper levels for the healing of the sacred wound in one or both individuals. These are often the relationships that stories and poems are written about. They are relationships that may not work for the coming together in the everyday life.

There are also relationship that work on the human level, but do not have the depth of the spiritual soul connection. If the couple stays together, they may or may not have the need to heal the sacred wound.

There are those couples who have both the deep spiritual connection and lives that work together in the human world. These are the sacred relationships where soul mates have come together to help heal the world at a greater level than they can do alone.  
 
Q.
What happens if two people come together who have the same sacred wound?
A.
This depends on the growth of both people involved. These can be the most rewarding, but also the most difficult relationships. If healing has taken place, these are lasting relationships that can make the biggest leaps in healing the wounds of the world. 

Q. Is there anything else I need to ask at this time on this subject?

A. This information is complete for a starting point at this time.

Thank you, Phillip.

Thank you dear one.

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Piper Rescues Mom’s Socks

I’m a hero. Mom says so. That’s ‘cause I saved her socks. From Lily. She’s my cat sister and she tried to steal Mom’s socks. But I saved them. It was really hard too.

I see you Lily.

Here’s what happened. Mom put her socks on the bed. That’s the big bed I’m not allowed to get on. That’s because Lily and I have separate beds. She owned the big bed before I moved here so I guess that’s fair. She leaves all my beds alone. But that’s a story I’ll tell you another time. Right now, this is my story about saving Mom’s socks.

Mom put the socks on the bed. And she turned away and walked over to the closet. Just like that. She was gone. She didn’t care about the socks, but I did. That’s my job. I’m top dog of the house. Okay, I’m the only dog. But still, I’m top dog. And I’m a good girl.

I saw you on Mom’s socks, Lily. I’m watching you.

As top dog, and good girl, my job is to watch over Mom. That includes watching over her socks. After Mom put her socks on the bed, I saw Lily captured them. Now cats are strange creatures. They do things dogs would never think of doing. Lily’s no exception. She gets to do things that I’m not allowed to do. Like get on top of the big bed. So, what’s a dog to do? How could I protect Mom’s socks?

I barked at Lily. She ran away from the socks. She even pretended she never laid on them. She licked her paw and acted like she was ignoring me. But I knew better. So, I kept close watch on her.

Finally, Mom came away from the closet and came back to the bed where her socks were. I told her I saved her socks from Lily. Mom gave me a pat on the head and told me I’m a good girl. I am.

I saved your socks from Lily, Mom. I’m a good girl.
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Who or What Is God?

If we ask, “What is God?” as opposed to “Who is God?” our deeper listening gives us a different answer.

 In our language, we have reduced God to a pronoun. By doing so, we have created God in our image instead of creating ourselves in the image of God.

If we ask, “What is God?” we open to a greater awareness of the infinite. When I ask this question, I hear that God is my Source. God is that part of me that creates that which I need, not always what I want, but that which I need to fulfill that which I’ve come into this life to do. God is the Infinite Energy that infuses everything; that is everything.

God is all that has ever been and will always be. God is that part of me that is connected to everyone else. By looking beyond me, I’m able to find that spark of me that is also the essence of all others; our godselves touch.  I have knowledge different than yours, experiences different from yours; I look differently than you. Yet, we touch in that place of Spirit/Source/Energy/Divine Love, that godself.

God is not a pronoun; God is not a he sitting on a throne somewhere. God is here, right here in the soap bubbles, in the ocean wave, in the music playing on the car radio, in the wind through the trees.

It is through me that God expresses life; it is through me that God knows more of life. And it is through God that I’m able to express more of life; it is through God that I know more of life.

God is in the memory of a moment in time when all was right with the world. The birth of a child. When our heart was overwhelmed with love. Our own birth when we first looked into our mother’s eyes. A walk in the woods when we turn and there is a deer looking directly at us.

This is it. This is life. This is God. This is what the saints and sages and mystics tell us. This is what life really is; this living from the godself. This is living life as a prayer.

We compartmentalize our lives, most often leaving our spiritual nature out of our everyday affairs. And in doing so, we leave God out of our lives, leave Source as a him on a hilltop to be pulled out when convenient, formed and conformed to our needs and beliefs.

We make our God too small, choking off the very resourcefulness we ask for. We deserve better and so does God.

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Lost and Found and Other Dimensions

I lost my pen. One minute it was in my hand, the next minute it was gone. It dematerialized. Poof. Vaporized.

I didn’t actually see it disappear. It was more that I used it to scratch chai tea off my grocery list as I picked up a box off the shelf, and by the time I was in the bread aisle, my pen was no longer nestled in my palm and securely held by my fingers wrapped around it. Most likely I dropped it along the way. It was cold outside and only slightly warmer in this part of the store. My hands were stiff cold from the orange juice and frozen foods aisle, but what bother me was that I dropped it unaware, and that had more meaning than the loss of the pen. I couldn’t figure out how it could have slipped out of my hand without some awareness on my part.

I checked my purse, checked my pockets, even checked the aisles I had traveled. No pen. It wasn’t like I didn’t have another pen. After all, I am a writer. Carrying a journal and a couple of pens comes with the title. And it wasn’t like I’ve never lost anything before. It’s the way things disappear . . . and then reappear, sometimes years later.

Like the earring I lost in one city and found it years later in another.

It was a red and silver beaded earring that I obtained in Cherokee, North Carolina. The trip was a happy one with my then husband, Steve. The earrings held good memories. Besides, I loved those earrings and often wore them, which is what I was doing the night one disappeared, or maybe the more appropriate word is vanished.

I was standing in the entranceway to a girlfriend’s apartment while waiting for her to put on her coat. I don’t remember where we were going that night, but I can still vividly see myself standing there in my navy pea coat. She commented on my earrings, and then she left the room for just a moment. When she returned, she noticed one of my earrings was missing. Just like that, gone. We looked everywhere—in my hair, my clothes, coat pockets, in the carpet, even the couch that I hadn’t been near. Everywhere. No earring. I even searched my car just in case she only thought she had seen an earring in both of my ear lobes.

For years I kept the single earring, even started a trend among my friends. Every time someone complimented me on the earrings I was wearing, I’d take one off and give it to her. After a while we became quite a sisterhood of women wearing non-matching earrings.

Seven or eight years passed. I moved away from the city, out into the country. I stopped giving one earring away and stopped wondering about what happened to that red and silver beaded earring. Every once in a while, I’d come across the one I had kept, think about tossing it, but could never quite bring myself to do so. That lone earring seemed to be telling me I needed to hold onto it, and I listened and obeyed. I’m glad I did.

The day the lost earring reappeared, I was at the grocery store with a friend, Ken. As we were about to check out, he leaned down and picked up a single earring that was caught on the bottom of the cart. “Look at this,” he said. “Someone must have lost this earring,”

I saw the flash of red and silver, but my mind was not fully comprehending that this was my earring—the lost earring from years before. I couldn’t understand what had happened, still can’t.

I looked at my coat, the same coat I had on when I originally lost the earring. While Ken and I were grocery shopping I had thrown my coat over the back of the cart. All I could think of was that it must have been caught on my coat all these years. Still, that was pretty hard to understand. There were no tears in the lining, no open areas in the coat where an earring could hide. How many times had I put my hands in and out of those pockets over the years, pushing gloves and keys and wads of paper or tissues in and pulling them back out again? How many times had this coat been to the cleaners? It seemed impossible that an earring could have been somewhere in that coat all along, and yet here it was. Materialized. Fully intact. Unharmed.

I can’t explain what happened, how it happened, why it happened, only that it happened. To that I can testify. Maybe the earring was there all along, but its vibration changed so it couldn’t be seen in this world, and then something shifted for it to be seen again.

Perhaps we slip in and out of parallel worlds all the time, and as we mature spiritually, we become more aware of that. Are there other worlds living alongside us but unbeknownst to us because we are on a different frequency? Are we able to change our frequency at will by our thoughts and deeds? Can we, for example, move to a different frequency—dematerialize—during a time of danger, for example, and rematerialize when the danger passes? Can we become invisible to one who would do us hard? Or can we become visible to a loved one who is far away?

I have no answers to these questions that would satisfy the skeptic or scientists, but I strongly suspect the day is not so far away when moving among dimensions will not be left to speculation and the psychics and poets but will become a proven reality.

I don’t know why my earring materialized in a grocery store or why my pen dematerialized in a grocery story. I’m just glad the earring came back to me. I don’t expect the pen to. But then, who knows. Maybe someday in the future I’ll be walking through a grocery story and that pen will suddenly show up in my cart.

After all, it’s happened before.

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