Yesterday was my second time of using the EES treatment. There were more people in the room this time, which is encouraging and a bit sad. Encouraging that people are trying other treatments that are not invasive to the body or require you to take a pill to cover up a symptom. Sad because people are even having to search out these types of modalities. This means that the medical system failed them. Additionally, I’m proud and worried at the same time. Proud that, so far, I’ve seen only women using the treatment…sad that they are having to do so in the first place but also…no men. Why aren’t the men using the treatment?

My reactions to the treatment this time are similar but I feel like I went into the treatment feeling sick to begin with. My body got too cold the day before, which usually, makes me feel achy and displaying cold symptoms. Running nose, achy body…still very cold. The rain and traffic did not help me be relaxed when I arrived either. But…I felt tingling around my left eye today…some tingling on my face and the coolness in my solar plexus. This leads me to believe that this treatment is getting rid of my inflammation that seems to be in my body most of the time. I know that I need to make some food changes to keep these results working but…habits die hard. I feel that, if I could have some anti-inflammatory teas already made up and in the fridge and have plenty of cooling herbs and fruit at my finger tips…I’d have something to grab rather than craving the sugar. Purging the cupboards would help because there are plenty of things that are in there that are not helpful to my body and none of it my husband touches anyway…so a good pantry and cupboard purge would help. Additionally, after using the EES, one is supposed to take pink salt bathes…not Epsom salt bathes…Epsom salts are not even salts….but using pink Himalayan sea salt help pull the toxins out of your body.

I will be using the EES again in a couple weeks. No, insurance does not cover the cost but sometimes we just have to step up to the plate and care about ourselves more than the Sick Care system that is forced upon us.

On my way to my very first Energy Enhancement System (EES) session, Raven met me at the stop sign. I paused to check traffic and noticed Raven up above, coming from my left. I bid good day to him and turned right. He flew above me at 35 mph until I got the the stop light. When one sees Raven, it means a change, a start of something new, that you are on the right path for you. I took this as a good sign because I did not know what to expect at my EES session. Today is a research day, a day to see and experience what others have talked about and given good testimonials about.
I do not fully understand the way EES works but I liken it to something God designed and some super, intelligent humans constructed it so people could use it to better their health. I’ve not read a bad testimonial as of yet. I am looking forward to posting my testimonial after I have sat with my results for a week or so.
The healing center I went to is called Divine Living Ministries located in Tacoma. It is a PMA (Private Membership Association) and I am pleased by this. Their set-up is very unconventional and un-spa-like. I liked it this way. It was focused on the devices that help your body heal and not all wrapped up in the fancy and frills that usually get added to your costs.
The room sat eight and there were two other ladies already doing their sessions when I got there, so I did not feel un-safe. I would try to explain what the devices looked like but you can look that up yourself. I am going to focus on what I felt and what I walked away with.
About 30 minutes into the session, the right side of my face and jaw started to tingle. I have felt this sensation in the past when two ladies were doing Reiki on me. I felt a tingling where I had a pre-cancerous mole removed. It was like their healing went deeper than the surgery occurred and their healing energy was catching cells that were missed. Anyhow, back to my EES session….I am unaware if I have some rogue cells in my face but maybe I do and this session helped point them in the right direction for healing. I sat in the EES room for two hours. This is a long time of being still that I am not used to. It is different when you can hunker down and take a nap for two hours at home but I was afraid to fall asleep and accidentally go past my two hours. About 1-1/2 hours into the session, my body got really warm and fluffy feeling. My face started to feel like it was floating away…almost like the cells were leaving my face and dispersing to the wind…like I was turning into dust. Once my session was over, I put my shoes on and gathered myself up to leave. On my drive back home, I tried to process what I was feeling. I felt different but was unsure what exactly had changed. I realized my vision was sharper. I felt lighter in my body. It was easier to breathe. The area around my diaphragm felt freer. The space above my naval, about a six inch circle felt empty, cool….I realized that it possibly meant that the area was less inflamed. I have a hiatal hernia in this area and maybe the EES session reduce the inflammation. It makes a bit of sense…freer breathing, feeling of coolness in that spot.
I am excited to see what changes continue to occur as the week goes on. I will do another two hour session in a couple weeks because I want to see if there are additional changes to my health. I will continue my research on this EES modality. I want my opinion on it based upon experience and not based upon others feedback.
I hope you try this EES modality out too. If you do, let me know in a comment how it went for you.

I was outside pottying the pup…looking up at the stars…looking for my favorite constellation, The Seven Sisters….upon finding it, I thought to myself…I do not deserve to be treated poorly. Once that thought left my head…a shooting star crossed the exact spot I was looking at…See? Even the Universe knows it to be true.

I wish others knew this too.

** Here is a link to my article that was posted on elephant journal in case you would like to check out some other good reads posted by some other good humans: https://www.elephantjournal.com/2022/11/speak-up-for-the-human-race/ **

I heard about what has been happening in Iran a couple days ago. I wondered if anyone that I followed on YouTube was going to say something about it….the following video is the first one I have seen addressing it. These incarcerated people are part of us. They are part of the only race that counts: the human race. They are being punished for speaking up for their rights. The same thing happens here in the U.S., more subtly but, so far, we haven’t been put to death. I read in another article (but for the life of me, I cannot find it again) where the teenage girls who are currently incarcerated who are virgins cannot be put to death because they are “innocents”. So these virgins are being married to the prison guards, raped and then killed the next day. There always seems to be a work-around for evil religious extremists. I hope this video gets the attention it needs to stop bullshit deaths.

Most of us who are curious about meditation have seen them before but I did not know they were called hand mudras. Possibly the most common one is the Gyan mudra where the tips of the index finger and thumb touch creating a closed circle with the three remaining fingers held parallel to each other. We often see this hand gesture resting on the knees as a person is sitting cross-legged while meditating. Hand mudras work by activating the corresponding organ in the body to facilitate the flow of energy, Prana. ‘Mudra’ is a Sanskrit word that literally means ‘hand gesture’. During my research, I found lists for diabetes, weight loss, weight gain, relieving body pain, a healthy heart. I found a list of hand mudras that are most effective to lose weight, which is something that I am interested in doing. Surya mudra, Linga mudra, Kapha-Nashak mudra, Vaayan mudra and Gyan mudra all correspond with organs and bodily functions that relate to being over-weight.

I am setting a goal for myself to try this for 30 days and then evaluate any differences in my weight and my health. I am curious to see if the benefits will be visual or something inside that I cannot see but can feel. Even if I can only meditate ten minutes a day, that allows me to try each mudra for 2 minutes.

I am going to make time to test these mudras and see if they work for me. How about you? Are you interested in trying them out?

Do you smell it? Something different in the air is afoot. Tenseness? Anxiety? Electrified? Distraction? Freedom? Yes, it smells like the precursor to freedom. We seem to be living in crazy times right now but I think maybe it isn’t so much crazy but more like….change is coming. People don’t like change. But maybe that isn’t fully it. I think people don’t like the process of change. I mean, it can be uncomfortable sometimes. Sometimes it is a lot of work. People seem to want to spend their whole life hunkered down in their safe space. Living unchallenged lives, sheltered lives…missing out on so many opportunities.

It appears that we are in a process of great change. Many political happenings, people fighting over race and religious rights, some law enforcement being too aggressive at times…homelessness, addictions…angry people….there seems to be so much ENERGY shooting off of people. It can be hard to stay grounded while being around these people. But do it, you must!

In these chaotic times, do not look at the daily happenings as permanent. Things are in flux and who knows where they will all settle down to in the end. There is no sense in worrying about what you cannot control. You can only control yourself, your reactions and your responses to happenings that come your way. Sit back and observe so you can make an informed decision on whatever you need to decide upon. And then…ride the wave of change. Eventually you will make it to the beach.

Sometimes the Universe offers us opportunities to better ourselves or to help someone in need. I do not always heed these opportunities. Sometimes I don’t want to get engaged because of what helping someone might bring.  Most times it is good but sometimes you are inviting trouble in the door.

In 2011, I moved into my home and I did not know any of my neighbors, which was fine, as I am not the most social person in the world. One day, an older man who lived down the road and across the street came up to my home. He told me his name, Lawrence, welcomed me to the neighborhood and proceeded to remind me to vote. I thought it pretty funny because there are a lot of people who really don’t care about politics and think whomever is voted in would be fine or they are trying to convince you to vote for a certain candidate. Lawrence did not care who you voted for but he wanted to make sure you voted, as this was a right that many countries did not allow their citizens to do.

As the years went by, I would leave items at the end of my driveway that I no longer needed but didn’t want to take to Goodwill, as someone would have to pay for the item then. Sometimes Lawrence would stop and take what I had left. One time he needed help getting something in the back of his van and he asked for my help. He said he knew someone who could use it. After getting the item in the van, he grabbed some potatoes he had rolling around in the back of his van and gave them to me. He said that someone was giving them away and really, how many potatoes could a person really eat? You see, Lawrence wasn’t the one who always needed what was left for free but he always knew someone who could use it. I don’t think many people really knew this about Lawrence, only the ones who were on the receiving end of his generosity.  He wasn’t just gathering items to packrat away; he was helping his community. Sometimes he’d leave canned goods on my porch or slow down when I was mowing the lawn and hand me something he had picked up along his travels. Sometimes the items were expired but he thought they were still edible, regardless of the date. He wore worn bib overalls, work boots and drove a white paneled van. He drove 25 miles an hour. Everywhere. No faster. His house was very tiny and run down but it rested on 33 acres of gorgeous, wooded land. He was known in the local neighborhood as a hot head, dog killer, etc.  Yet….the dog was killing his geese, so shouldn’t he have the right to protect his property?  He complained about the dog but the owners didn’t seem to care. The owner said he threatened to kill their dog, then changed the story and said he threatened to kill them and their dog. Lawrence spent the night in jail for that one.  If one were to read the transcripts of the court hearing, you would walk away with the impression that Lawrence was an educated man. He knew the law. He knew his rights. He defended himself. The upset and emotional side won. Lawrence had to pay a fine on top of the night in jail.

The last time I talked to Lawrence was when he, once again, stopped by to remind me to vote. This time he didn’t ask who I was voting for but instead asked me if I had chosen someone yet. When I said, no…he stumbled backwards. Voting day was only 30 days away and I hadn’t chosen someone yet???  For once, Lawrence was rendered speechless. He was having trouble concentrating on what he wanted to say and he mentioned that he had had several strokes and they caused a bit of memory loss. Once he said this, he stopped talking and just stood there for a bit. He then said something that cracked my heart. He said, No one cares about me or what happens to me. I told him, surely that was not true. He said, No….it was true. His kids just wanted money. I waffled with how to respond but before I could make a decision, he said, Don’t forget vote!  He headed back to his van.  It wasn’t the last time I saw Lawrence but it was the last time I talked to him.

Over the years, I often wished I had responded quicker and offered a seat to talk about his feelings. I wish I had asked more questions and had shown him that there are people who care but some of us are afraid to step on toes or cross those invisible lines we have no idea we are crossing. As time passed, he stopped driving his van, someone else was driving him to where he needed to go…possibly his son, driving way faster than 25 mph, eventually for sale signs went up and I saw Lawrence no more. I mentioned to one of my neighbors that it looked like Lawrence’s kids were selling the land and she said, He doesn’t have any kids. Which means, someone was taking advantage of him, he had children or even the neighbors who lived closer to him than I didn’t know him either. This thought made me sad as they had lived there many more years than I.

I met the new owner of the land one day; he stopped while driving by. He mentioned he and his wife are working hard on cleaning up the junk yard. I wanted to say…it wasn’t junk…it was treasure to someone out there…Lawrence would have found a home for it if his body hadn’t started to fail…but instead, I just said…but it is a gorgeous piece of land….

I often wonder where Lawrence is or if he is still alive. I wish I had taken the opportunity to extend a hand to him, one of God’s fellow creations but I did not. I hope the next time the Universe gives me an opportunity, I won’t wonder what will happen if I do?” but instead wonder, “what if I don’t?”.

My sister and I, we have the same eyes. Well..not the same eyes but the same eye color. We also share the same birth mother. Sometimes the same hair style too. And that is where it ends with us. She would not know any of this as we had a falling out many years ago. I do not remember what year it was but I believe it was 2009. You see, I said some not so nice things to my sister, I was so tired of hearing how she was handling things in her life, how she portrayed everything wrong in her life as being someone else’s fault, how everyone else’s view point was wrong and I broke down and told her so. Sadly, she has never spoken to me or tried to make contact with me since that day. Apparently, she got the “hold a grudge” gene of the family. At the time, I was not very knowledgeable of mental illnesses and my sister has been diagnosed with many. I do not recall what all they were but they required many medications for her to function in life. She has three children and I cannot imagine trying to deal with mental illness and children at the same time. I know many people do but I do not know how I would be able to do it. Some of her meds made her almost catatonic, which was odd to see and be around. I know she tried her best, or as best as her meds would allow, in raising her children, managing a home and trying to figure out what she wanted to do in life. Sometimes mental illness does not help you do this well. Today though, I have much more insight on mental illness as I have worked with, been married to and helped others who suffer from mental illness. I have more compassion and adaptability to being around someone who suffers from a mental illness. Sometimes my sister posts a new photo of herself on her public Facebook profile. Only one time have I seen a photo of her that she appears to be truly happy in. I private messaged her when I saw this photo…she was so beautiful while standing outside and she looked so vibrant and happy to be alive…but she bitch slapped me with her response. You see, both my sister and I are adoptees. Same biological mother, different biological fathers. We each were raised and nurtured differently.  Each had different religions put in front of us, each had different traumas to occur, which helped form who we are to this day.  When I was searching for my bio-mom, I found out I had a half sister who had been put up for adoption like me. We each were searching for our bio-mom for different reasons. I do not think either one of us were expecting what we found. But…it is what it is and we had closed part of the circle of biological family.

I have two nephews and one niece through my sister. I would love to see them today, as they were very small the first and only time I have seen them.  But my sister would never allow any contact with them after we had a falling out. I wrote letters to the oldest two and sent them to their father in hopes he would give them to them. He did and my sister got pissed. See…she was treating her children like some divorced people do…they decide the viewpoint the children will have based upon their own perceptions of something. The children are not allowed to make a decision on their own and some divorcees feed their children a one-sided view. Maybe some day my niece and nephews will want to meet me and have a relationship. I think more than likely it will not happen. After hearing a one sided version of something for many years, it becomes a truth. Since they know no other version, it is one that will stick with them.  I suppose that not caring can play a role too. I am only a blood relative and since they were not raised to value that, it will not have value to them.  Maybe when they are older….they will get curious and come in search for me.

I have noticed recently that my tribe circle is growing smaller. I guess you could say that it is getting smaller but I like the growing smaller version better. I say this because…even though the circle is getting smaller…it is getting tighter and more refined. I do not feel that it is being reduced in quality but getting better. I feel that those who have the same knowing system that I do are showing up more in my life. Many people have a belief system but as we grow older in life, we gain knowledge that is true to us and the path WE are on in this lifetime…which allows those who are on a different path to fall to the wayside. Those who have fallen to the wayside are still available to talk to but…the conversation has changed over the years. The topics are different…more broad and less defined…more like “Crazy weather we are having, eh?” conversation vice in depth subjects on how to better ourselves and what we need to learn in the current life path. I have noticed as my circle has grown smaller…the ones who are left feel like they have lived many lives and do not consider themselves as following a religious sect. I like this about them. I like how I can toss an esoteric subject into the air and they have something thought provoking to say about it. Gone are the days of explaining to someone what I am talking about…I speak and my tribe just…knows. No longer do I sit and ponder why something happened or did not happen. I never selfishly think….why me? if something not so great happens in my life. Instead I take a look and notice if anything about the situation looks familiar in case I am repeating habits that are not beneficial to my path forward. I spend more time waiting than acting. I no longer get impatient because I know whatever happens will happen when it is time. Sometimes…something never happens…and that is fine too. I do not have the desire to spend my time analyzing situations and people…trying to make them conform to my way of thinking…or concerned as to why they did or did not do something…they are who they are in this lifetime and they have the right to behave and act however they feel the need. If they break a societal law or agreement…then the upholders of the Law can handle it…I accept that it is not my job to make someone be a better human. Maybe in the next life, tables will turn and they will be a kinder, gentler human to the Mother and her inhabitants. I always hope others will be the best versions of themselves but the attempt to bully someone into my way of thinking may shortchange them on a learning experience.  I hope you wake each day and embrace whatever comes your way. Be strong or weak…be whatever you need to be for that moment in time. Take advantage of doors that open to you and do not weep for very long at those that close. It is your life path you are walking on and no one else’s. May it be beautiful, may it be scary, may it be bittersweet…may it be whatever you need at the moment.

Sha-La-Ma-Loke, my friend

A few days ago, a happening happened and I’m still at unrest about it. An elder lady I knew died. This happens often, I know but…..this time was different. Unexpected. I had talked to her a few minutes the night before, heard about her weekend with friends…a reunion of sorts, she said her daughter was coming to visit her and she would leave me and my Dad alone to visit. I was visiting my Dad in the rehab center, in which, this lady lived here full time now due to an accident that brought her here. She met my Dad a year earlier in the same rehab center and she became smitten with him because he was fun to talk to. My Dad had to be in rehab several times over the year and she was in and out of the same rehab, so they had fun together when they were in there at the same time. She was a very independent lady before she ended up in the nursing home. I do not know how many years she had been wheelchair bound but she took that wheelchair out in the community using the busing services. She went shopping and to events…she did not let the wheel chair dominate her life. Then she fell out of her wheelchair and could not get to a phone…eleven hours later, a neighbor noticed that her light was on in her home in the early hours and went to check on her. The neighbor found her…her leg bent underneath her and due to being bent for eleven hours, she lost the use of that leg, which brought her to the nursing home. It was decided (by whom I do not know) that she could not live in her own home any longer.  So, to hear of her death…the death of someone who did not appear ill or had heart issues or anything indicating she would die soonish…well, it took me by surprise. My Dad was supposed to meet up with her in the morning before he left for his doctors appointment. He could not find her. When he got back, the staff informed him that she had died that morning. He was shocked, to say the least. I was shocked when he told me. I thought, surely they will do an autopsy and find out what had happened. My first thought was that it was assisted suicide but how could that be? She was not on life support and even though she had a nerve disease…the reason she was in the wheel chair to begin with, it did not seem like it had progressed to immediate terminal…just future terminal, you know? But my Dad assured me that could not be…and then I thought maybe she committed suicide all by herself because she hated living there…she was no longer in her own home…she was handicapped and even more so now that she lost the use of her leg…but surely that could not be either. She was too vibrant of a human being to want to take that path. All we could come up with was an aneurysm…or a heart attack. Later that evening, the lady’s daughter stopped in and talked to Dad and tried to explain to him that her mom was sick, which we knew but maybe it was some sort of sickness that we could not see. The next day, her daughter came to visit Dad again because her mom had left my dad her wheelchair. My Dad had looked for the same wheelchair because it was so easy to turn and use….now, how would someone who suddenly died know to leave a wheel chair to my Dad?  This is when Dad found out that it was an assisted suicide. Apparently she hated being in the nursing home so much that she no longer wanted to live any longer. The weekend away with family and friends was her chance to tell everyone good bye…and anyone she told that she was leaving the earth soon was made to swear to not say anything to my Dad because she thought he would try to talk her out of doing it. So…in the end, she was still independent and did it her way. Her leaving life this way saddens me. Though I have not walked in her shoes and did not know what she had to deal with on a daily basis…it still saddens me that she left too soon. She still had so much life in her and things she could have taught people…her grandchildren got short changed with her leaving early…granted, her family lost a member but we outsiders lost too. I will never get to ask her what color her lipstick was or where all she lived and what was her favorite thing to do before she got wheelchair bound. So many questions I should have asked but didn’t because I thought I’d have more time. My Dad won’t get to pick her up from the nursing home for the day and take her to lunch like they had planned. He’ll no longer have her phone calls to look forward to once he is back in his home…

Over the time of writing this piece, I have found more information about her death. The disease she was inflicted with had progressed to the point that her arms would be purple each morning due to lack of oxygen. Less oxygen was getting to her brain and she was having memory lapses. She did not want to get to a point that she would not be able to make a choice herself on living or dying. She was a strong woman and wanted to go out on her own terms, not end up hooked to life support and her children having to disconnect the machines that kept her in the land of the living.

I understand better now why she did what she did. And I realize that she truly cared about my dad and did not want to see the pain in his eyes if she told him what she planned to do. She also worried about his health and knew that this type of news would have put stress upon my dad’s heart and cause him issues or possibly death. She was a strong person who advocated for others and in the end, advocated for herself and the choices that she wanted to make. She is an inspiration to others and I am blessed to have met her.