And that has made all the difference

I received a call for help from a dear family member. 

She has played a pivotal part in my spiritual life for many years. 

Life is not an easy journey and often we find ourselves disconnected.

My journey has often taken detours to places that are unplanned. 

These experiences have made the difference between the ordinary and the extraordinary. 

While speaking on the phone, I felt connection to my travel companions and guides. 

We’ve traveled together on many adventures ... 

...always with a profound effect on my life.

These beings from my spiritual family are often unseen, but their presence is always felt.

With their help, I will help her reconnect. 

I never fear when we journey together.

Each trip I take adds a new volume to the experience of a lifetime.

“And that has made all the difference.”

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost

Like a Good Neighbor

Like a Good Neighbor ...

I spent the evening with a dear friend of 20 years tonight. We laughed together and talked of serious matters.

My friend is 86 years old. She is a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.

She has spent her life in serving others. Her husband, her children, her grandchildren, and her church.

She came to my rescue on more than one occasion.

She has rescued many people, often giving more than was asked.

I was able to be here for the funeral of her husband.

I was here when she fell and broke her hip.

It was only fitting that I was here for her tonight.

The leaders of her Utah church called her in for a Bishop’s Court.

We met at the local church.

I met each of them and shook their hands. 

They invited me to share my feelings.

I watched as each person entered and left the room. 

I felt a sweet feeling with each one there. 

I talked with her earlier in the week and she had expressed concerns to me about tonight’s meeting.

She said that as a young child she wanted to know what church to join. To her parents credit, they allowed her to visit other churches and make up her own mind. Each church seemed lacking in something and so she decided to look into her parents church. She read and prayed and decided to be part of her parents Utah church. 

She spent time as a successful missionary, married and raised a large family. 

Through her many years she has always given service. 

Tonight she was tried and convicted of Apostasy.

I marveled at her response.

“Tonight I begin a new life.”

She told me that her church had changed. What she was taught as a child, no longer applied. She had to abandon her old teachings and accept the new or face the consequences.

She told them she could not comply. 

She will be publicly denounced and prohibited from participating in church affairs.

Church members will be prohibited from associating with her.

Sadly for some, this will seem a tragedy.

For others a senseless act of cruelty.

For my friend, the beginning of a new life.

She has now become a Free Agent. 

She shared with me her love of God, her love of family, and her love of life.

She will continue to serve and rescue and help those in need. 

On her hill, she will continue to let her light shine.

Love and Blessings Always, Dear Friend.

Creating a Masterpiece

Creating a masterpiece 

Today feels like a dreamy kind of day.

I woke up this morning sensing that this is a special day. 

The eyes of my canine companions were already carefully watching me, conveying anticipation, wisdom and knowing.

I walked outside on the deck and the magpies were in the yard. Their message was one of teasing. 

I looked into the sky and watched as the last colors of the sunrise were fading away. I felt like I was floating with the clouds across the sky.

My iPod was playing “Shamanic Dream,” from Anugama. A haunting melody. 

It is also special day for my dear friends.

I decided to walk through the local cemetery.

I often find inspiration in cemeteries.

I placed a bouquet of balloons on their son’s grave, it is his birthday today.

He completed this life’s journey and now travels on to new adventures.

I looked at the other monuments and stones in the cemetery and wondered about the lives of those who had completed their life’s journey.

My own canvas is unfinished. 

Each day it awaits my touch, my attention. 

Sometimes I create with bright bold strokes and sometimes it is a subtle light touch.

My heart acts as my brush. 

A true masterpiece comes from the heart and touches those who find themselves enveloped by it.

With each passionate touch from my heart, life takes on new meaning, and my canvas reflects that creation.

Feelings from deep within, reveal colors, subjects and style.

These feelings are activated by music, art, stories, animals or people. 

Music has often been the catalyst in my life.

My library of music has grown over the years, each composition evoking a memory and feeling.

Like strings on a violin, my soul begins to vibrate in sympathetic resonance with the music.

This is transferred to my heart where it is transmuted and picked up by the brain.

My mind then interprets the feelings into words.

The native american flute is one of those instruments that places me deep in thought.

Memories of a walk in Arches National Monument a few years ago ...

... As I walked along a sandy trail surrounded by tall standing stones, I could faintly hear the sounds of a native american flute. As I followed the sound and got closer, I saw a lone man playing his flute. It was a haunting melody. I stood and listened for some time. It was beautiful. I noticed a woman far off in the distance. When the music stopped, I walked over and thanked him for his music. He told me he was self taught and would play for hours. His wife was bothered by the music and wouldn’t allow him to play at home, so he came among the Rock People to play.

Today, I felt my heart connect, it may have been the music, the sunrise, the eyes or the cemetery.

Someone or something reached into my heart and activated my feeling center.  

My inspiration comes in concepts and flashes.

My human mind searches for words to express the feelings.

It is often an emotional connection. 

I cheated myself early in life because I was not connected to live life passionately, in the moment.

I resisted the connection.

Gradually the connection became fainter and less frequent.

The glittering and tinkling of the outer world captured my attention.

I wanted to be like that outer world.

I lost sight of my masterpiece and allowed others to paint on my canvas.

Listening to the drone of the sensational and the bizarre desensitizes our ability to stay connected to Source Energy. 

We are unable to hear the whisperings of Spirit.

Reconnecting begins when you turn off the constant chatter of the media and limit your attention to reoccurring drama.

Old friends who attempt to disconnect me are no longer part of my life.

I had to let them go, for my own spiritual well being.

Those who see you change will feel a need to pull you back into their world.

Be strong and cut the cords, strings and chains. 

It will be worth your short discomfort. 

...This is a special day. 

Inspiration from the Master Teacher has allowed me to add a subtle touch to my canvas this day.

Dream Formula

DREAM FORMULA

Dreams really do come true. 

This is my formula for making dreams come true ...

It is most important to begin this process by being very clear about what you want to manifest in your life.

Get rid of any distractions that take your focus away from your intention.

Find a sacred space in your home or secret garden.

Find a place within yourself that brings a smile, a laugh, a sense of joy.

Allow your inner being to surface.

Let your mind wander within your memories.

Listen to what surfaces.

Chose something that you believe is reachable.

When you think about your choice, does it make you happy? Excited? Can’t wait?

Once your have made a choice, find pictures and place them where you will see them. Make them them the last thing you see at night and the first thing you see in the morning.

Find music that reminds you of being in that place or experience.

Close your eyes and imagine how you will feel when this dream becomes reality. This is the most important of all ... This feeling part of you is THE most powerful part of your creation. When this feeling is combined with the intention of your heart, nothing will stop you.

If you are new to this process, remember that it takes time to create dreams. 

Never give up on your dreams, don’t let others persuade you to give up.

As you find success, you will notice that the time between the beginning of a dream and the fulfillment of your dream will take less and less time. 

I have watched this process over and over in my life ... Dreams really do come true.

Do yourself a favor and create a dream ... YOU ARE WORTH IT!

Native Winds

THE NATIVE WINDS

It was March 20, 1997 when I first met them. 

I was touring the cave's of Missouri with my wife and sister in law. We were on a quest. Whenever the three of us got together, magic happened. 

I had recently learned about toning to create an energy field. We were exploring that phenomenon. 

We decided to start at the Cahokia Mounds in Illinois. They are just across the river from St Louis. 

Walking through the Mounds we could feel the Ancient Ones. We walked their paths and traveled back in time. These people lived here a thousand years ago. This was once a mighty civilization with thousands of people. The largest in North America. 

They developed a sophisticated society.  

Climbing the steps to the top of Monk’s Mound, we could see for miles. 

I looked to the west and there I saw a circle of poles. 

I knew this was where I needed to go. 

We drove down the road and parked in front of Wood Henge. 

Wood Henge sits in a powerful vortex.  

This modern recreation of the ancient circle still attracts the energy of lightening. Once these poles were made of red cedar, a sacred wood. This modern circle was reconstructed using telephone poles in 1985. It is 410 feet in diameter. The ancient posts were 15-20 inches in diameter and stood about 20 feet high. 

We walked around the entire circle, then from the east, to the center pole. It was here that we got our next clue. 

Just a feeling ... but a strong one.

We stopped at the Mark Twain Cave first. We walked through the tour, but felt little. 

We went to Meramec Caverns next, It was much more impressive and the energy was stronger. 

I was driving down the freeway on the way to the next cave when I felt a sensation surge through my body. 

I asked for a pad of paper and a pen. 

I had something to write. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other holding a pen, I wrote.

When I finished, I handed the pad to my wife. She read aloud these words:

“The new birth of the Earth this year will be seen as the emergence of the flower of life. 

It will weave and intertwine itself throughout all of humanity and raise the vibration of all who will remain on the earth. 

It is the initiation rites of passage from one age into the new dawn prophesied by all native shamans.

Life itself will abruptly change as in passing from one dimension into a new one. 

The vibrations will cause new life and destruction. 

As from the ashes, the Phoenix will rise to mark the place where new life first began in the new age of enlightenment. 

The inner circle will set the rotation for the whole body. 

As wheels within a clock, they will all move in harmony with the inner circle. As each new wheel joins, it must be in harmony and proper sequence. Wheels within wheels, all working for the greater good, yet having its own part to play.

The presence of many old and powerful spirits are circling around you.

Feel the rotation energy as it travels through your bodies. It will swirl and blend your energy into the earths inner core.

This resonating force will pulse as a heart beat until your beat is as one with the earth. It will travel through your spine and extend outward through the appendages until it reaches all the areas of the body.

This resonating power will be transferred to wherever you focus this energy.

This energy will build or destroy.

Use it wisely.

The power of the universe is in your hands.

This energy will transform the earth from its earthly state into its higher form.

Toning will help to prepare the body to focus this energy.

You will know when and where you are to use this gift.

We will join you in the stars and you shall know us once again in our natural state.”

“The Native Winds”

We sat in silence for some time. When we arrived at the last cave we knew something extraordinary was about to happen.

We were the only car in the parking lot. We were met by a tour guide who started her cave dialogue.

I asked if we could just walk through the cave in silence. She agreed and we followed her down into the entrance. We stopped at various places and stood in the quiet of the cave. 

I don’t know who began first, but we all followed. 

It is called toning. It comes from a resonance deep within your own voice. It vibrates from the throat chakra and affects all of the energy centers of the body.

Our guide was mesmerized by the sound. When the bats began to fly, she said she had never experienced anything like this before.

That journey has had a profound effect on my life.

I have received many messages from the Native Winds.

I was introduced to other messengers who have told me stories over the years. 

These experiences are now part of me. 

I share them with you ...

This old House

My Guides have always been close to me, even though I sometimes distanced myself from them.

I decided a long time ago that if I was going to follow a spiritual path and trust in my guides that I was going to do it 100%.

It has been the way I have lived for 20 years, and I have never been disappointed in my path.

Following a spiritual path is like listening to a quiet little voice inside. 

Sometimes I have to concentrate to hear the message.

Mostly it comes as a feeling.

It has been a year and a half since my wife of 17 years died.

It has been a lonely time, but a time to heal and adjust.

My mother is spending a few days with me here in Escalante. She has been part of this home for over 60 years. She now lives in Provo in a comfortable home.

I brought her down to spend a week in the old family home.

She fixed one of her home cooked meals and I enjoyed every bit of it.

She may not be here in a few more years so it has been special to have her here.

We were both commenting on this old house and the comfortable feeling that we feel here.

I remembered the circumstances that brought me here.

I was brought to this house because of a feeling.

I was sitting on a Beach on the Big Island of Hawaii when I noticed it.

It was a homesick feeling. 

I asked my wife if she was feeling anything about Escalante. 

She said, “yes.”

“I was waiting for you to get the message.”

That’s the way it usually happened.

She got it first and patiently waited for me.

So here in Hawaii, on the beach with a gorgeous sunset, my guides decided to let me know it was time to return to the mainland.

I had the perfect job. I was a caretaker for a Hawaiian coffee estate. 

My job was to feed the cat and write the checks. Occasionally I would pick up guests at the airport and bring them back to the House. 

We had a separate Ohana that was fully furnished and totally private.

A dream job.

Why now?

Why do you want me to move? I asked.

It was just a feeling, but it was so strong that I couldn’t  ignore it.

You will understand in time, was the message.

I called my family and asked them if they would like a caretaker for the Escalante property. 

I spent the last several summers there taking care of the place. It is a peaceful and quiet place most of the time.

We all agreed. 

We began the task of bringing in a new couple to take over.

In a few weeks we were headed back to Salt Lake City.

It was cold when we arrived in February. I had just been in paradise with shorts and flippers, and now Snow?

I asked myself again. 

Why?

The feeling was so strong.

I spent some time with family and then headed to New Mexico to do some long promised projects that were on hold.

I finally arrived in Escalante on April 1. 

The roof leaked and the door was stuck shut. Luckily I found a window that was unlocked and pushed my wife through.

We were so excited to be here at last. 

As I busied myself with the outside, my wife worked on the inside. 

It felt like we had to hurry to get things in order. 

I had been paying storage fees on our furniture for 3 years. It was time to open up the doors and see what we had forgotten in that time.

On the way to the storage unit in Manti Utah, I noticed a rope on the side of the road. I stopped and backed up. A perfectly good rope. 

A sign?

I thought to myself, huh!

We were going to just get a few things to bring back, but this feeling was building and I blurted out, Lets just get a big truck and bring everything back.

My wife agreed.

Two days later we were on our way to Escalante. I only had two days on the rental and so I unloaded everything the night we arrived in Escalante.

That night the phone rang.

Your father died.

We were both stunned.

We dropped off the truck and headed North for the funeral.

It was all a blur.

Death altars perception of events and time.

We bought some trees. 

I wanted to do a memorial for my Father.

When we got to the top of the blues, before entering the Escalante valley, we stopped and said a prayer of thanks for our safe journey. 

The mountains seemed to be saying, “We have been waiting for you. Welcome home.”

The feeling was overwhelming and both of us were in tears.

The task of unpacking and organizing was a joy. I found many things that I had forgotten. 

This old house absorbed all our things and we blended together the old with the new. 

We both felt like we had come home at last.

  I even threw away the boxes.

It was three months later in June, when she felt the excruciating pain for the first time.

Vertigo.

Nausea.

She lost 30 pounds in such a short time. 

We had discussed what we would do if something like this happened. 

I asked her again. Do you want to see a doctor?

Her answer was the same.

No.

It began with a small lump in Hawaii.

We talked about it then.

Her answer was no then, too.

I was out in the garden when my guides told me to prepare myself for her death.

Why? 

Why is this happening now?

You brought us here.

You welcomed us here.

Now, you are going to take her?

We didn’t tell our families until it was so obvious that we could no longer hide it.

Breast cancer.

She lived in Northern Arizona during the Nuclear testing of the 50’s and 60’s. 

She was a downwinder.

I only had two weeks to prepare.

We called family members and told them that this would be a good time to say their goodbyes to their mother.

They also knew her feelings about doctors and hospitals.

As each family arrived, we brought them into the bedroom and allowed them to visit and say their goodbyes.

This old house held nearly 35 people and for a few days we were bathed in spiritual light.

We laughed. 

We cried. 

Then we withdrew and allowed her to die.

We celebrated her life with a living memorial.

I am still asking myself, Why?

I don’t know the answer.

I feel her often. 

I can sense her thoughts.

This old house has become a place of peace and reflection.

My guides brought me here for a reason. 

I believe that.

I am in a holding pattern.

Thats what it feels like.

Writing helps me to put sense in my life.

I am listening closely to my spiritual family.

Waiting for clues or messages.

I don’t know what the future holds but I am at peace until I do know.

“You will understand in time.”

Mother Ghost

I had a moment tonight

        One of those connecting times when heaven and earth conspired together to let me know that they love me.

I’ve been feeling a bit blue and lonely today.

I checked my email.

I checked the news. 

There was little happening.

I finished my simple meal and decided to turn on the TV and get lost.

I turned on Netflix and the first thing I saw was a movie called Mother Ghost.

It looked vaguely familiar so I decided to watch.

It is a story about a grieving man who calls in to a radio talk show. 

“Dr Norris” helps him to open up and share the grief he is feeling.

I watched this show with a different perspective tonight. 

My Father died almost 2 years ago.

My Wife died a year and a half ago.

They were both living when I watched this the first time.

I probably made light of all the tears in the movie the first time and did my man thing and toughened my emotions.

Tonight was a different scene.

My heart has gone through a mighty transition. I no longer hold the tears back. I was bawling like a child at one point.

I feel no shame in tears.

I had done all the things that “Keith” did on the movie.

I expressed anger at my abandonment.

I shouted at God.

I cried in grief.

I buried my emotions.

I felt cheated at not getting the closure that I needed.

The difference between me and “Keith” is that in these last months I have addressed all these issues on my own.

Months of quiet solitude have given me the time and peace to work through all these negative emotions in the way that was perfect for me.

I have reflected some of these experiences in my stories.

I thank you for being patient with me and listening.

I am sure I have put a few dents in Heavens door with all my words.

The last and final act for me was to let them go, to tell them that I love them and to forgive them for dying. 

It was not a fault of anyone that they died.

Their bodies were no longer able to sustain their spirits and they left.

There is no more pain.

No more loss of body functions.

They are happy and tonight they let me feel their presence.

My Dad is here with me.

My Wife is here with me.

There is a special feeling with me. 

I no longer feel blue.

I am loved, I can feel the connection from them.

They are here and so many more.

I am not alone.

We are not alone. 

Heaven and Earth watch over us very carefully and the link is always open.

It’s Better than drugs.

It’s Better than food.

Tonight I only thought I was here alone.

This little miracle in my life tonight has reminded me of something that I had forgotten for a moment.

Thank you once again Beloved Ones. 

You are amazing.