It’s so hard to explain what happens in this grief-shifting work…

Let me try to explain what teaching this weekend’s grief-shifting workshop at Kripalu Center was like. It’s impossible to put into words everything we went through together and where we ended up. But let me try to take you on this journey:

Friday night 30+ strangers with enormous grief sat in a circle in a room. One by one each person shared their story of loss. We heard stories of police officers knocking at the door to tell a mom and dad that their 23-year-old angel daughter had died in a car accident. We heard that same story from the parents of her angel boyfriend who died with her.

We heard too many stories of parents finding their sons dead from an overdose. We listened to the painful grieving of wives whose husbands of 30+ years died in their arms after suffering the ravages of cancer – or sudden massive heart attacks.

We heard from wives and siblings of those who chose to take their own lives because their suffering was too heavy to carry another day.

After sharing stories around the circle our room was wrapped in Love – divine love – as we honored the deep connection of knowing that all humans share the journey of loss and that grief is our greatest spiritual teacher. It wakes us up like no other teacher can.

Everyone acknowledged that their lives have already been transformed by the presence of the extraordinary showing up in ways that the rational world does not embrace. We shared these stories of visits and dreams. We asked for the healing presence of our loved ones during the weekend to help us heal. We went to bed. Exhausted.

I was awakened that night by a twenty something boy with a huge curly Afro and intense blue eyes hovering over me intensely saying: You have to tell mom that the human experience is only a small part of the journey. You have to tell them this!

I saw other faces of twenty something kids floating past but they all seemed okay with allowing this one boy to give the message to me. And he did. He was quite intense. I said ok. I got it. Don¹t scare me. And they let me sleep.

Early the next morning I shared my dream and described the boy. One mom jumped up and down with joy and shared the picture of her son. He was the boy who woke me up. She said he was famous for his wild Afro and would never cut his hair and that he was very intense in a way that sometimes put others off. I said, “Oh yeah. That was him.”

Others shared their dreams and visits from the night.

We meditated to quiet the mind and open the heart. We shared guilt stories and tore them into the trash in honor of acknowledging soul agreements and soul lessons and the awareness that we do not and can not control the soul choices of others.

We acknowledged that the best we can do here is live in alignment with our highest self and become sources of divine love wherever we go. Guilt is an illusion of control created by the ego. It serves no one. It blocks divine love.

We denied guilt the power of knocking us off center and keeping us from living up to our divine potential. We released it. We affirmed the power of Love.

We cried some more. We named our pitiful selves and our brilliant selves and we denied sadness and depression any power to knock us off center and keep us from being sources of divine love as our departed would want us to be. We did the break your heart wide open meditation technique to release the pain.

I explained how all of us are capable of connecting to the other side for healing and guidance when we go into the silence and quiet the mind. We picked up pens and paper. I guided them through a meditation to quiet the mind and open the heart. I told them to picture a happy memory of being with their departed. To see it, feel it, smell it and get inside of the love of that memory.

I guided them to write quickly as they asked their departed these questions: Why did you leave me? What am I supposed to be learning from this? How am I doing with my grief? What should I do with my life now? They wrote and they wrote.

We went around the circle sharing the words we¹d received from our loved ones. Every single person in that room knew in their bones that they had heard from their departed who gave them loving but honest answers.

We laughed and cried by the poignancy and power of what had been written and shared. These departed messages were quite clear that their moms and dads could be doing a lot better to move on and get their lives together.

One mom was told quite adamantly to get out of the house and get over it; to start reconnecting with life. Another was told to quit the job she’d long hated and start a business. And on and on went the messages. All told in the exact wording of their departed.

We went to lunch and filled the dining hall with laughter and tears. After lunch we explored our unique soul missions and soul agreements and ways to create meaning and purpose in our lives and work moving forward. We shared what our departed would want to see us doing with our lives and what the gift of loss had taught us.

We met up in the cafe where I gave little mini readings to everyone to help them understand their soul missions and soul agreements. I was profoundly struck by the four-way agreements between the four parents whose two children had died in the same car accident. We felt the presence of their divine loving souls around us as we talked.

The next morning we met up in the cafe where our shared laughter and joy almost got us kicked out for rowdiness. Then we went to class where we meditated to quiet the mind and wrote and shared our baby steps for moving forward. Everyone promised to go into the silence once a day for healing and alignment with their inner divinity and highest selves.

We denied grief the power to knock us off center and we affirmed that we are all sources of divine love for ourselves and others.

Our shared laughter and love in that room was so powerful that no one wanted to leave when it was over. We looked like a different group of people from the ones who’d began the journey on Friday night.

I’m home now. Still floating in the love and joy of our divine connections. Truth be told it’s hard to be home. I miss them. I miss their voices, their stories, their laughter. I miss the profoundly deep love and joy we shared – something so rich and poignant that being back in the everyday world seems a bit… well … Ordinary.

And maybe I don’t do so well with ordinary. I’d rather dance in the extraordinary- as we did all weekend.

And that’s my truth.  And so it is. Namaste.

 

It’s so hard to explain what happens in this grief-shifting work…

Let me try to explain what teaching this weekend’s grief-shifting workshop at Kripalu Center was like. It’s impossible to put into words everything we went through together and where we ended up. But let me try to take you on this journey:

Friday night 30+ strangers with enormous grief sat in a circle in a room. One by one each person shared their story of loss. We heard stories of police officers knocking at the door to tell a mom and dad that their 23-year-old angel daughter had died in a car accident. We heard that same story from the parents of her angel boyfriend who died with her.

We heard too many stories of parents finding their sons dead from an overdose. We listened to the painful grieving of wives whose husbands of 30+ years died in their arms after suffering the ravages of cancer – or sudden massive heart attacks.

We heard from wives and siblings of those who chose to take their own lives because their suffering was too heavy to carry another day.

After sharing stories around the circle our room was wrapped in Love – divine love – as we honored the deep connection of knowing that all humans share the journey of loss and that grief is our greatest spiritual teacher. It wakes us up like no other teacher can.

Everyone acknowledged that their lives have already been transformed by the presence of the extraordinary showing up in ways that the rational world does not embrace. We shared these stories of visits and dreams. We asked for the healing presence of our loved ones during the weekend to help us heal. We went to bed. Exhausted.

I was awakened that night by a twenty something boy with a huge curly Afro and intense blue eyes hovering over me intensely saying: You have to tell mom that the human experience is only a small part of the journey. You have to tell them this!

I saw other faces of twenty something kids floating past but they all seemed okay with allowing this one boy to give the message to me. And he did. He was quite intense. I said ok. I got it. Don¹t scare me. And they let me sleep.

Early the next morning I shared my dream and described the boy. One mom jumped up and down with joy and shared the picture of her son. He was the boy who woke me up. She said he was famous for his wild Afro and would never cut his hair and that he was very intense in a way that sometimes put others off. I said, “Oh yeah. That was him.”

Others shared their dreams and visits from the night.

We meditated to quiet the mind and open the heart. We shared guilt stories and tore them into the trash in honor of acknowledging soul agreements and soul lessons and the awareness that we do not and can not control the soul choices of others.

We acknowledged that the best we can do here is live in alignment with our highest self and become sources of divine love wherever we go. Guilt is an illusion of control created by the ego. It serves no one. It blocks divine love.

We denied guilt the power of knocking us off center and keeping us from living up to our divine potential. We released it. We affirmed the power of Love.

We cried some more. We named our pitiful selves and our brilliant selves and we denied sadness and depression any power to knock us off center and keep us from being sources of divine love as our departed would want us to be. We did the break your heart wide open meditation technique to release the pain.

I explained how all of us are capable of connecting to the other side for healing and guidance when we go into the silence and quiet the mind. We picked up pens and paper. I guided them through a meditation to quiet the mind and open the heart. I told them to picture a happy memory of being with their departed. To see it, feel it, smell it and get inside of the love of that memory.

I guided them to write quickly as they asked their departed these questions: Why did you leave me? What am I supposed to be learning from this? How am I doing with my grief? What should I do with my life now? They wrote and they wrote.

We went around the circle sharing the words we¹d received from our loved ones. Every single person in that room knew in their bones that they had heard from their departed who gave them loving but honest answers.

We laughed and cried by the poignancy and power of what had been written and shared. These departed messages were quite clear that their moms and dads could be doing a lot better to move on and get their lives together.

One mom was told quite adamantly to get out of the house and get over it; to start reconnecting with life. Another was told to quit the job she’d long hated and start a business. And on and on went the messages. All told in the exact wording of their departed.

We went to lunch and filled the dining hall with laughter and tears. After lunch we explored our unique soul missions and soul agreements and ways to create meaning and purpose in our lives and work moving forward. We shared what our departed would want to see us doing with our lives and what the gift of loss had taught us.

We met up in the cafe where I gave little mini readings to everyone to help them understand their soul missions and soul agreements. I was profoundly struck by the four-way agreements between the four parents whose two children had died in the same car accident. We felt the presence of their divine loving souls around us as we talked.

The next morning we met up in the cafe where our shared laughter and joy almost got us kicked out for rowdiness. Then we went to class where we meditated to quiet the mind and wrote and shared our baby steps for moving forward. Everyone promised to go into the silence once a day for healing and alignment with their inner divinity and highest selves.

We denied grief the power to knock us off center and we affirmed that we are all sources of divine love for ourselves and others.

Our shared laughter and love in that room was so powerful that no one wanted to leave when it was over. We looked like a different group of people from the ones who’d began the journey on Friday night.

I’m home now. Still floating in the love and joy of our divine connections. Truth be told it’s hard to be home. I miss them. I miss their voices, their stories, their laughter. I miss the profoundly deep love and joy we shared – something so rich and poignant that being back in the everyday world seems a bit… well … Ordinary.

And maybe I don’t do so well with ordinary. I’d rather dance in the extraordinary- as we did all weekend.

And that’s my truth.  And so it is. Namaste.

 

Be the Player on the Stage We Can’t Forget…

Your Divine Lens is finally available in paperback!! Keep this book by your bedside for inspiration & guidance! Here’s the link: http://amzn.com/0976239337

Excerpt from Your Divine Lens:
There’s no joy without pain – no pain without joy – when all is said and done. We have to love the play for what it is – a textbook of mastery for our divine evolution.

Of course, like you, I long to step away from the pain and live in the bliss – meditating on my porch while a summer breeze stirs my heart and I cry from the beauty of a tree in the morning sun; the perfect dance of light and dark; the brilliance of a mourning dove’s sweet song; the song that wakes us up from the bliss of higher realms.

In a moment of sudden panic at the airport, I hold my daughter forever, kiss her lovely forehead and never let her go. I stop her from walking towards the gate away from me. Then, like mothers do, I blow her a kiss good-bye as she disappears from view. She too needs to see the beauty and the horror side by side.

We all must sip from this potent brew or there’s no need to be here. It’s the play and the play’s the thing. And when you take your final bow, it matters how honestly you spoke your lines, how bravely you faced the audience; if you played your role with every ounce of heart you could muster.

It matters how true your words rang out into the night – filling the audience with hope, sorrow and understanding; your poetry drifting into a moonlit sky.

But the play’s the thing. And it gets me out of bed. It’s the thing that holds us together waiting for the divine reveal. We hope for one word of unbroken truth to fall into our hearts and touch us so deeply that for a brief instant we remember who we are and leap to our feet shouting “Bravo!!”

For that one moment, we see the perfection of horror and beauty. We understand the play of light and shadow; and it illuminates us.

Only at the final curtain call can we say it was terrible and wonderful and that we’re glad we came – that the story was worth it. And the script was brilliant.

Be the player on the stage we can’t forget. Pull the naked truth from your heart and lay it on the stage for all to see. Speak your untarnished wisdom that wakes us up for a brief instant of shared illumination. Because you are divine and nothing can stop you.

Your Divine Lens – now available on Amazon

Cynicism: Is it 20/20 vision or glaucoma?

You may believe that your cynicism protects you, shields you from ignorance and keeps you from being duped into believing what isn’t true. However cynicism is a very low frequency energy and does not serve you, protect you or enlighten you. Cynicism at its core is fear. Fear is the opposite of love. And love is the essence of this divine universe and what we came here to swim in.

When you view life with cynicism, you’re wearing your ego lens. Its dark filter is revealing shadows while obscuring light. This is a skewed macro view of the world that focuses on shadowy corners while entirely missing the golden light that infiltrates everything.

Cynicism is the natural state of your left-brain logic mind. It only shows you half of the picture and it blocks the essence of what you need to know. The higher truth, that which is essential, comes from your divine illogical intuitive right brain. It defies logic.

It’s the job of your left-brain to filter out everything that lies beyond logic, beyond your five senses, so that you can focus primarily on this physical world to survive, finding food and shelter, and navigating through dense energy.

Yet without your inner guidance, your access to the divine, you‘re completely lost, unable to see the essence of things or remember who you are. Without your divine perspective, which is free of logic, unbridled, in the creative flow, and immersed in sacred knowledge, you quickly become a lost soul.

Cynicism blocks your inner guidance and your access to the right brain. Cynicism does not exist in your divine lens perspective.

Wearing your divine lens, you understand that everything is evolving for your highest good and the good of all souls. From this perspective, your heart knows that each soul, no matter how they appear on the surface, is behaving exactly as well or terribly as their consciousness allows. You realize clearly that you came to this physical world to help shift consciousness, to shine your love and wisdom on all the lost souls and help them evolve.

Your cynicism only hurts you. It protects you from nothing and no one. It shuts your heart down and disconnects you from divine guidance and flawless intuition. It disconnects you from love.

Cynicism in relationships is a deal breaker – a love destroyer. It brings you into a low vibration frequency where love does not exist.

Name it what it truly is: cynicism is fear. Nothing more. Nothing less. When you live in the murky waters of fear, you suffer. You fall far from grace. You swim amongst the sharks. You plummet into the hell realm rather than swimming in the sweet ethers of divine love.

Cynicism does not protect you. To be protected, you need clear access to your divine intuition. Your soul reveals truth to you 24/7. You may be used to shutting this voice out, this divine whisper, but your inner wisdom (which comes from the heart and speaks in the voice of love) is the key to your success and happiness on earth. This wisdom tells you where to take your next step, whom to love, and what career to embrace.

Cynicism attracts lower frequency experiences and less evolved souls. Cynicism attracts empty jobs, meaningless work, and futile effort. Everywhere you look, you see the harshest lessons, the cruelest acts, the unkindest people. And you have now become one of them. You have become what you feared most. And your fearful energy contributes to the darkness.

There are infinitely more awakened and conscious beings living on this planet than non-awakened beings. You are one of these awakening ones, working behind the scenes to shift us into the light – when you’re wearing your Divine Lens.

All lessons are learned in the end. Light trumps the darkness every time.

Choose your perspective: Divine Lens or Ego Lens…

From my new book: Your Divine Lens

Guidance from Loved Ones on the Other Side for Hope, Healing and WellBeing

Recently I had an amazing interview with Mary Treacy O’Keefe, listen in.mary
 
We come to earth to evolve our souls, then we return to the divine realm after we die. When people cross over, the spirit continues and we survivors can connect with our loved ones. This realization changes everything about grief. Intuition enables us to make these connections. Meditation helps quiet the left brain mind and develop our intuition.

 

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