Winter's Embrace

Part of me knows that winter won’t last long, really. So I’ve been getting out a bit and really relishing it.

Relishing the clean white of it, the snapping cold of it, the shivery bluster of it;

the crunch of the snow under boots, warm and dry,

the white of the landscape, the pale blue of the sky.

The puffs of air in front of my face, weak winter sun low in its place, these images of winter I’ll hold near and dear, to remember when summer is finally here.

But now I’ll love it, the cold winter snow, revel in winter wherever I go. Each season gifts us with it’s special grace, and winter’s reward is in its embrace.

A Cosmic Healing Horse Tale – Part II

It happened instantaneously. I could have explored that lifetime for hours, but I focused in on that event. I saw myself, a man, get on the horse and ride away. I was, at the same time, watching myself, and being the man on the back of the horse. I saw the horse stop suddenly, being tossed like sack of potatoes, and felt the snap in my neck. It was quite strange, sent a spasm through me. I focused on love, holding a space of love in my heart for the horse, breathing slowly and deeply to integrate the feelings with the awareness of what had happened. I breathed love to my suddenly-freed spirit, adjusting to my new form.


From a perspective much further back, I saw the tribe’s grief, saw it coagulate into something heavy and sticky … I breathed Love to it, to them, I beamed my essence and my presence to them, and with the beautiful, powerful energy from the crystal sphere I was holding, transmuted it all into clear light. I drifted for a bit in that light, it was beautiful, clear, I felt weightless, floating in this bliss. I came back to present time and space, used the sphere to anchor the energy in my heart chakra, and opened my eyes.


The sun was still shining down on me, the pasture in front of me was starting to fade from green to brown. The barn on my left beckoned me, but I wasn’t quite ready. You see, my then-husband and I were renting an old farmhouse which came with 2 horses, and were responsible for their care. I was unable to even go in the barn, so my carpenter husband had to do it all. I felt badly, but was unable to help. Now, in my new state, I felt different, something had surely shifted, and a new reality had been created. I gave it a couple hours to settle in, to take hold. Then I walked out to the barn.


Inside it was quiet and dark, the horses were in their stalls. The smell of hay pleased me, the warmth of the animals palpable. I took a deep breath, and felt fine. I took a few more, standing there, introducing my energy into the space quietly, unobtrusively, I hoped. I watched for the tell-tale first sign of allergic response—the tickling in my nasal passages as my sinuses get ready to explode. Nothing there! Bronchials seemed fine, no tightening or swelling. I slowly moved closer to the first stall. Boxer was a big bay. He was beautiful. He watched me, took in my energy, made a couple of quiet ppffffhhhh noises as I approached. I stood right in front of him, hands open in front of me. He nosed me with that, to me, enormous head. I scratched his forehead, ran my hand down his sleek neck, he continued to nuzzle my other hand. He knew what I needed. I breathed in his smell, felt the hair under my fingers, took it all in as completely as I could. I wanted to embrace this experience once and for all.


After a few minutes he pulled away with a chuff, and I moved down to the white horse, Bullet. Bullet was a completely different horse, I could tell. Bullet looked at me, allowed me to pet his forehead briefly, but he was all business. He knew I was just figuring him out, and really didn’t much care as long as he got what he wanted—the carrot in my hand. I broke it in half and gave it to him; he snorted his thanks. I gave the other half to Boxer who lingered over my palm a moment, lipping me gently. I stood back, looking at them both. I beamed my thanks to them, I knew they could sense my exhilaration and delight; I told them I’d be back, and that I was so grateful to them for help. From then on, I could do the barn chores. Husband still helped occasionally, but I relished the time spent with Boxer & Bullet.


OK, I can hear your question—if I cured myself of my horse allergy in 1983, what’s the problem now? Well, we only lived there a short time, and after we moved out, I had no opportunity to be near a horse for years afterwards. Daily life just didn’t include that. Probably about 7 years and a childbirth later, I took my 6-year-old son to the Lippizan Horse show in North Hero. I loved it immensely; during the break we walked around and, downwind of the animals I started to feel that tickle in my sinuses again. However, it stopped there, there was no further reaction, no wheezing. We were able to watch the rest of the show. In the ensuing years, though, I have experienced more severe reactions.


The first time Laura came to my house she was wearing her “barn” clothes, and within five minutes I was reacting badly—she had to leave her coat and pants outside on my deck, and strip off her sweater to leave by the door. It was intense. Cyndi worked on those thoughtforms yesterday, at the very end of our session. When we sat at their kitchen table for lunch, Carl came right over and hopped up in my lap. He sat down, ignored me, just as if I was his custom chair. I had to laugh. Cyndi picked him up and moved him, but a minute later he was right back there. I took it as a sign. This isn’t over. I’m ready to bring animals into my life, and into my home… now I just have to make sure my physical body agrees with me. Stay tuned!

A Cosmic Healing Horse Tale – Part I

I had the extreme pleasure yesterday of receiving an incredible and quite advanced healing session yesterday at the hands of a dear friend and her partner. This cold has settled in my chest, and after a lifetime of asthma, that gets problematic. I’m not bouncing back, as I’m still not quite recovered from last fall’s illness. Thus, I was glad to have the opportunity to be on Cyndi’s table.

When we got to their house, the first thing I saw upon entering was two Siamese cats curled up in a kitchen chair. They looked right at me and my friend I came with, those two pairs of startling blue round eyes not just looking at me, but through me. Siamese cats are my favorite type of cat. These two are gorgeous. One big and dark & fluffy, the other small, sleek and very light. Carl & Louie. I had to laugh.

Coming to a new place and discovering animals there is and has always been a 2-edged sword. The internal dialogue goes something like this: oh, shit—cats. Well, maybe I won’t react to them. Maybe I’ll be ok. Did I bring my inhaler? Its 2 hours home… no, I’ll be ok. Maybe they don’t shed too badly. … you get the picture. Having been deathly allergic to horses and seriously allergic to anything else with fur or feathers my entire life has created this mindset, by necessity. The bitch is, I love animals. I love them. The thought of being able to bury my face in a cat or dog’s soft fur is so fantastic. The fantasy of riding a horse transfixes me, I can get lost in the visual, I have always loved them so much. The reality is the opposite.

I decided there, in Cyndi’s kitchen, that I would be all right. I squatted down on the floor as the big cat, Carl, came over to greet me. He sniffed my hand, I stroked his head, ran my hand down his back; I set my things down and immediately washed my hands. Cats always seem to make a beeline for me—never fails.

Once up on Cyndi’s table in her healing space, we talked about the allergy thing (I’ve mentioned it in a previous blog). My friend I came with, Laura, said, “It’s interesting that Marna and I connected, because I have cats, dogs and horses.” She looked at me. “Perhaps that’s why, so you can heal this.”

“I’m in,” I said. “And I want to say for the record that, if I find a cat I’m compatible with, I’m open to having one in the house.” That was quite a declaration for me to make—my statement to the Universe that I’m ready to move on from all this.

Anyway, while I may have allergies to mold, dust, pollen, etc., the animal thing is not an allergy, as mentioned in my blog Getting Cosmic I. The problem with cats, according to this psychic reading I had years ago with Elwood Babbit, was the result of a psychic scar from two lifetimes in which I ended up—an unlucky Christian—as leonine lunch. OK, so what was the problem with horses, why was I “allergic” to them, I asked?

That was a different story, as he related it to me—Another lifetime in the ancient past I was part of a tribe in what is Saudi Arabia. I was the tribal healer/shaman. I was also very involved with “that which is the Horse,” he intoned. “… very skilled on horseback,” he channeled to me, even doing trick riding for hours a day. One day, I was thrown from the horse, breaking my neck instantly, fatally. The tribe’s mourning was so great, that it created a thought form that attached itself to me. I could get rid of the problem, he told me in his trance, by meditating on it, going back in time to that event and accepting it, breaking up that thought form and creating a new reality.

This was fall of 1983, and I was tantalized by the thought I could shift this thing, this problem that kept me apart from animals and kept me from spending time with horses. As a young child I read every book about horses I could find, I had toy plastic horses that I played with every day, and most days in elementary school my friends and I were horses galloping around the playground. I’m not kidding, we did that. I was obsessed with horses.

I sat with this channeled information for a couple days, mulling it over with my Higher Self and spirit guides. Then in the beautiful late morning sunshine one day I took a small rutilated crystal ball and sat out in the sun with it, started a meditation. When I was in the right headspace, I asked my Higher Self to connect me to that time, that event, that version of me. And there I was.

This was a great read ...

Amazonia by James Rollins

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I'm finally catching up on some of Rollins' earlier books. I loved this one. The concept was unique, well constructed, the characters fleshed out, the action nerve-wracking. But what I really loved is how he explored the world of the Amazon environment, its treasures, its dangers, its lures and its magic. He effortlessly conveys the symbiosis between the plant kingdom, the humans and the animals, to a depth that astonished me. Excellent book! thanks,Jim, for the ride!



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at the lakeshore, just hanging out ...

This is the lakeshore. This was the day Denver and I did almost 6 miles on the Burlington bike path--on scooters. I'm not kidding.


We stopped for a well-deserved rest, and I wanted to commune with the deva of Lake Champlain. I love it, I love this lake, and feel so blessed to have spent most of my life in its embrace.


The lake has so many faces--so many different colors, so many different moods, so many ways to draw us in, and many to spin us out... This was a grey day, but a beautiful day.


In the 40s today--is winter breaking its grip? Just teasing, I'm afraid. But soon, all to soon, we'll be in the lake again, playing in the water, basking in the sun and wind... time is flying by, spinning my head around, dizzy it's moving so fast. The lake is a constant; a constant of the landscape, a constant in the energy matrix of this magical place, a constant in history, in time, in memory and ancestry.

just musing, that's all ...

Birth of an Energy Essence

A few days ago I had a wonderful afternoon with some dear friends. We get together periodically for what we call “energy play,” which means that I can be my normal, weird self because they’re as weird as I am. We all make energy essences, and like to get together to share our new ones. We have a nice potluck lunch, and then settle in with bottles of the latest essences du jour. We pass them around and spray them on our crown chakras, 3rd eye and heart chakras, and wherever else we get the urge. We spend a few moments taking it in, feeling the energies, feeling how they work in our chakras and aura, how they move and flow. Then we discuss it all. In order to create our labels for our new essences, we need to write a description, and this process helps us explore the qualities of our new magical potions. Later we will distill and refine them into the description on the label.


Two of my friends, a couple, make essences of sacred sites. This is fascinating for me, because my essences are made from angelic, elemental and devic energies, which I channel, and crystal energies, which I make from my own stones. They feel completely different to the sacred site essences. My other friend makes crystal essences as well. She always offers a unique perspective, perhaps partly because she is unencumbered by the distractions of physical sight.


That day I introduced my latest essence, just one. It had come about when I was doing a little healing for a friend who was having trouble sleeping. A whack on the head a few months’ previously left her with “brain noise” that really inhibited peaceful sleep. I went over to see what I could do, if anything. I started off by channeling my Clearing energy into her as she lay on her bed. But after a minute, I realized that wasn’t the right one. I said something, and she agreed, “Nope, that’s not helping.” I then channeled my Peace frequency. While better, it wasn’t the “right” one either. It was at that point I realized I should just step back for a moment. I stopped channeling, opened up to Source and asked, “Well, what does she need? Give me what she needs.” Then I just drifted away mentally, was in a very peaceful, sweet place for a minute or two.


Something shifted my attention back to present time, and I realized I was channeling something. My crown was warm, as were my palms, and a beautiful frequency was coming through. Before I could even gather my thoughts, my friend said, “Oh, I feel that. … it’s working.” I tuned into the vibration. It felt amazing. And, as I’ve said before, the English language just doesn’t have enough words for energy. It’s so hard to describe this kind of thing, limited as we are. As I stood there at the foot of her bed, I just surrendered to the energy. I focused on it, and felt it surging through me. It had a very specific action, a direction to its flow, and as it flowed from head to toe, it felt like it was acting as an anti-static filter, taking along with it the “noise” of the day, the excess scattered energy that we can easily collect into our auras and exude as we go through our day. At the same time it had a rather grounding and centering quality to it. It grew more powerful the longer I channeled. It felt specifically geared to start at the head and work its way down to the feet. I didn’t know how my friend would be feeling it, because I was standing at her feet, prevented from getting to her head by the wall the bed butted up against. I was blown away when she said, ”It’s amazing. I’m feeling it at my head, and moving down my whole body, down to my feet.” She paused, then added, “It’s calming down the static in my head.” “I feel it too,” I added. “To me it feels like a filter as it moves down from head to toe, picking up the excess energy we’ve collected during the day and removing it from my energy field.” I spoke softly, because her voice was low and she seemed to be relaxing deeply. “Hmmmhmmm,” she agreed. “It’s helping, I’m getting sleepy.” “OK, honey, I’ll just do a little more, then I’ll let myself out.” I opened up again to the flow, this time taking the time to figure out what its symbol was. Each of my energies is channeled by signing its symbol, and it sometimes takes a little while to figure out what that symbol is. But I got it right away. I would confirm it by dowsing later, but I was confident I had gotten it right. “Nighty night,” I whispered as I closed her bedroom door.


I left my friend drifting away to the land of Nod and walked home in the quiet night. I already had 15 different angelic energy essences I channel and make essences out of, I hadn’t been looking for another one. I didn’t think I needed another one! Yet, oftentimes things appear when we need them, whether we know it or not, especially if we are open to the gift. As I lay in bed myself that night, I channeled the energy for myself. I felt it collect the “static”—that “stuff” we tend to pick up as we go through our day, between the energy of people around us and the EMFs to the extreme energies coming to us from solar CMEs (Coronal Mass Ejections), we are bombarded every day with yucky energy “stuff” that I call static. This new frequency felt like the perfect antidote to all that. I decided to call this new essence (because I would make an essence out of it soon) Antista—from the word antistatic. This was the new essence I shared with my Energy Play group that day, and it was a big hit. It seems to me a very timely energy to have now. Most of us are overstimulated with this wonderful thing called the Internet, and all the other media filling up our senses during the day. Not to mention the intensity of the times we’re in bringing with it our buttons being pushed, issues being triggered right in our faces … signs of desconstruction are all over our reality, and this energy, Antista, feels like a useful aid to our stability, as well as a good tool for aura cleansing and maintenance. I’m excited to add it to my arsenal of spiritual tools. What gifts does the Universe offer you today? ☺

Healing Fair adventures

5:45 a.m. Been awake since 5—and in a really nice head space/heart space as I reflect on my day yesterday.

Despite my scant 3 hours of sleep, we got to the event in plenty of time to set up and get ready, dropping off a boy to basketball on the way. My friend Cathy was my partner in this caper—thank you, Cathy. She presided over the sales while I did my healing work as folks signed up. All of us practitioners were doing “sample sessions”—mini treatments of 15-20 minutes. I had come up with 3 different ones for folks to choose from: A chakra diagnosis, an “aura fluff,” and a heart chakra intensive. It was really fun seeing who chose which; if they couldn’t decide, I would dowse it out for them. (Speaking of dowsing, Master Dowser Michael Blais was there—he lives in Essex, a great resource & teacher! Right next to us was amazing fairy fotog/healer/jewelry maker/nature spirit Maureen Short, and across the room was the ever-inspiring dowser and healer Jane Packard Bryant—such a great energy was created by us all in that room!)

Since I spent the fall/winter healing from my illness and not working, I was so excited to be back in the saddle again, helping people, playing with crystals, crystal wands. I should have taken a pic of the table where I had all my tools laid out, but I was so booked up I didn’t think of it. Crystal copper wands, tuning fork, crystals, L-rods & pendulums, my energy batteries and essences. The sale table was covered with gorgeous crystals, testers for essences & batteries, torsion pendulums …

Cathy was the perfect person to have at my side—Thank you, Goddess! She loves my products and uses them religiously, so is an expert at explaining how to use them. She also loves crystals and uses them, especially in combination with my essences, so there were very few questions that she couldn’t answer. And she promoted our new joint project—we’re looking at a March launch! More on that to come …

The first client booked a chakra diagnosis, and a heart chakra intensive, right out of the gate. I had so much fun getting back to being the energy worker that I am. The activity and noise level was slightly distracting, but not a problem. I dowsed everyone before and after the treatment, so they could get a visual of the energetic impact on their aura. That’s always fun.

I worked on older folks, younger folks, Venus and Mars alike. There were clogged chakras, “dusty” auras, even found an interesting hitchhiker on one client. Some people were without major issues, but the color and clarity of their chakras needed improvement. I say need, because IMHO it’s so critical in this day and age to keep our chakras clear of anything that isn’t beneficial and supporting and our auras clear and balanced. That’s why I created my essences—that’s what they do. Those of us who are hard-core on the Spiritual Path are helping humanity along by keeping ourselves clear—not only are we processing our own stuff daily, consciously, but we’re clearing for a lot of people who don’t know that they need to. Especially in this day and age, where not only are we as individuals going through changes in our lives, that energy of change is unfolding all the way up to the macro level of galaxies… transformation everywhere. If we are willing participants, it is much easier on us than if the Universe has to do it “to us.”

When we do energy healing on ourselves, or use such products, or even clear and energize ourselves with yoga, meditation, nature/walking, sports, we are clearing out our old stuff, issues, emotional blockages, etc., that keep our energy dense. We get lighter and brighter, and are thus able to “enlighten” our world around us. When you send that intention with a crystal or wand or other tool, it happens more powerfully, more quickly. Keeping our 3rd Eye and its chakra cleared enables clear perception of what’s going in both internally and externally, allowing for better choices and more certain awareness and understanding. The big picture is clearer with heightened sight/insight. This is what I love about what I do …

Two unrelated people sat in my chair yesterday, both women, who chose the chakra diagnosis. They had the same situation in their 2nd chakras that surprised me—I don’t recall ever seeing before. The process of the chakra diagnosis involves my channeling water energy through a crystal (used an aquamarine yesterday) and down into the person’s crown chakra. I send the water energy down their central column, and then flow it out the chakras, one at a time, starting with the 3rd eye. I can tell by how the water flows, what shape the chakra is in. Are there obstacles the water energy has to flow around? Is it leaking out of a tear or hole? Is it blocked completely, like hitting a wall and splashing back at me?

So when I get to the 2nd chakras of these women, there is energy in the chakra itself, but when I try to flow it out, it doesn’t work. It’s almost as if the chakra were a portal, or stargate and on the other side is a different dimension where their energy went. I know—wild! I kept the energy flowing through the chakra while I pondered this, the first time it happened. After looking at it from all angles/dimensions I could, I finally told her that the 2nd chakra, among other things, is where our energy for our physical self expression, physical creativity comes from. The fact that the energy emerges from her 2nd chakra somewhere else, tells me that she is creating another reality elsewhere, on some level of her being, and that part of her is there already. Part of her wants to be there, and is there … it’s quite hard to describe because our language is limited in words to describe energy and the more subtle levels of existence and being … I believed she might go back and forth from there to “here” where the rest of her is.

Well, she understood right away, and told me that my interpretation made perfect sense to her. She went away very happy, and said that the session had really helped her get clarity. The other woman had a similar response to this 2nd chakra thing. It was quite interesting. All day I met great people who sat in my chair—by far more women than men.

In the afternoon I did my first “Aura Fluff.” I know it’s a ridiculous name, but I haven’t yet come up with anything better. I mentioned it in a previous blog, actually. I did it first on my friend Mark. It takes about 10 minutes, using a piece of rose amethyst rather as a comb, to “fluff up” the aura. I start at the feet and work up, moving around the body as I go so every part of the aura is combed with this crystal that’s programmed with Joy. Joy is a very light and bright energy, and when used in this way, it just goes crazy in the aura, filling it with light and sparkle. By the time I get to the person’s knees the aura starts flashing, by the time I get to their waist it’s shimmering and flashing all over the aura. When I was fluffing the energy in front of one woman’s face, she opened her eyes, surprised, and said, “Oh, I really feel it there.” I love watching their energy fields shifting, expanding, till they fill up the room with light.

The last person I fluffed, I did use the moldavite, and it was really cool. This woman was wearing a shirt just about the same color, interestingly. I was curious to see how different it would be using the moldavite for fluffing instead of the amethyst. Turns out, it was quite different. It was cool—I used the same technique, exactly, and the same Joy energy on the stone, but I could see the difference in her aura. It was more sparkly than flashy … it was just as expanded as the other folks were I’d used the amethyst on, even though the moldavite is much smaller than the amethyst.

While I was doing all that, Cathy was busily introducing folks to crystals and energy essences, and selling some too! I had brought a few larger pieces for sale, and was quite excited when one of them found a new mom! An Arkansas cluster, it’s a very heavy piece due to the large chunk of matrix, and has 99% coverage of crystals, on every side! Just amazing piece, so beautiful. A lovely woman from Franklin County bought it, and is totally in love with it, so I’m very happy.

It was a great day, and so joyously fulfilling. A great start for me and Cosma Creations in 2011 …

Turtle Medicine

This morning when I woke my son up, I noticed his turtle was dusty.

A couple years ago I gave him a hand-sized, carved laboradorite turtle. It was cute—he didn’t have spectacular color as laboradorite goes, but he was very sweetly carved, and my son likes turtles … in the right light he does have what look like dark blue lights in his shell.


I rinsed it off and cleared the turtle’s energy with my Clearing essence, and later sat down with it for a little meditation. I’ve always liked turtles myself, and wanted to get to know this one a little bit. I’ve never worked much with carved stones (other than spheres), so I was looking forward to my meditation.


I started out by channeling a little more Clearing into it, before switching to Love/Healing. The energy just poured through the turtle, it became saturated and then just exuded it powerfully. Interestingly, as soon as this happened, I was drawn in my mind's eye into a beautiful nature scene ... as the turtle. I was swimming around underwater, looking at the legs and bodies. I recognized just where I was, too—it was this freshwater pond on Cape Cod I was familiar with. I’d been camping way out near North Truro with friends, and one day we’d found this sweet spot to play and hang out for a change from the beach.

There were maybe only 10 other people there, at various places in and out of the water when we arrived. We went right in the water, enjoying the cool respite from the heat. After a little while there seemed to be a bit of a commotion amongst the swimmers. I heard the word “turtle,” and we all started watching the water. A man in the water started talking. He was a local, turns out, and knew this turtle rather well, it seemed. “He’s a snapping turtle,” he warned us, “but he likes being social.”
“What?” he was questioned.
“Well, his nest is over there,” and he pointed across the pond. “And his feeding grounds are over there,” pointing to a spot over to the right. “He has no reason to come over here, except for the people. And, he does!”

About this time the turtle came over near me. He wasn’t small—his shell was probably 12” in diameter or larger. I was fascinated. And the man was right, this turtle just swam around us for at least 45 minutes, checking things out. I watched him off and on as he swam about saying hi to folks in the water … he wasn’t aggressive at all, just curious, it seemed. At some point he came back to me. I wanted to commune with him up close, and without thinking, I put my hand in the water in front of him. I just opened up my energy to this little creature.

The next thing I knew, he had grabbed my pinky finger with his mouth. He didn’t bite it! He just held it, gently. It was crazy. I couldn’t believe it, but it didn’t occur to me to be scared either, I was just excited at this connection. I didn’t move for a minute or so, just let him hold my finger and I beamed angelic energies to him … then I said to my friend, “Look!” and I lifted my hand a little out of the water. The little guy held on, and came up out of the water hanging from my hand while my friend looked in astonishment.


He was heavy on my finger, so I put my hand back down, and gently held his jaws with my other hand and took my finger out of his mouth. I channeled him a little Love energy and said goodbye. Off he went.


The local guy looked at me as if I had 3 heads. “You know,” the man said, “He could have taken your finger right off—I usually warn people to not put their fingers in the water when he’s around.” I must have looked at him rather blankly, because he said it again—“They’re called Snapping Turtles because they can really take off a finger. You were really lucky.” It just hadn’t occurred to me—I was in a totally different head space, thinking how cool it was that I was holding hands, sort of, with a turtle. Turtle energy is awesome. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!

Moldavite & Memories ... where are yours?

A wonderful friend sent me the most beautiful piece of moldavite recently. I’ve never seen such a piece—it’s gorgeous. I first heard of moldavite 27 years ago—my then husband was remodeling the shop for New England Gem Designs, upstairs on Main Street, the Flynn block. Rob, the jeweler, showed me this beautiful unset moldavite gem, which I fell in love with. It had an exquisite color, was beautifully cut, and it ended up in a ring I designed to commemorate the successful birth of my first child (yes, I deserved a special ring after that delivery—a vaginal frank breech birth). The stone was unknown at the time—it took a few years to become celebrated as the “new age” stone many take it for.


So I here sit with this piece of moldavite. It’s a remarkable shape—flat and elongated, like a leaf, translucent, with the texture of rough tree bark. I channeled my Clearing frequency through it, and it immediately “lit up,” transmitting the Clearing beautifully, delicately… next I channeled Joy through it, and it’s a great piece for Joy. It doesn’t conduct energy as a quartz crystal does, it’s rather an entirely different effect, but I can immediately see some great applications for this stone. Aura fluffing, for example. I have a beautiful stone called a rose amethyst, on which I spray my Joy essence, and then use with a particular hand motion to “fluff” up the aura. Joy works from the outside in, lightening and brightening the aura, and with that crystal, is a very effective antidote to heavy or denser energy. This moldavite seems to be perfectly suited to that same purpose. That is one of my offerings for the mini-sessions this Saturday at the Healing Fair at the Unity Church, so I think I’ll bring the moldavite with me. I will treasure this stone forever; it will always remind me of my friend, and this time in my life of profound healing.


This morning I worked with a beautiful piece of malachite/azurite that I have. I haven’t pulled it out in a while. I’ve had it for decades; my dad gave it to me. We didn’t see eye-to-eye on much, but I have always appreciated the fact that he respected and indulged my life-long love affair with rocks. There used to be this rock shop just over the border into Quebec, on I89. (Is it still there? Haven’t been that way in a while.) He used to stop there every once in a while when crossing the border, to buy some treasures for me. This particular piece is gorgeous, a nice big hand piece. I ran Clearing energy through it, then channeled Love & Healing into it. Those are great energies for this stone. They are both fulfilling, nurturing… but you know, I could also feel my dad’s energy in there, his love for me. It felt like he’s using it as a connecting point for us, from where he resides in Spirit now. A little later I was visiting with my friend who’s very sensitive to energies, and she held the piece. I told her it had been given to me by my father. “You know, it has a very paternal, loving energy to it,” she commented after communing with it a few minutes. She could discern it right away. I love how crystals and stones can do that—they’re not just reminders or mementos of people and events, but can actually carry the energy of those people for us. I have a crystal cluster that I absolutely love. I was with a dear friend when we together birthed this cluster out of the red Arkansas clay into the light of day. “You’re a crystal midwife,” a friend of mine quipped when I told her about it later. That cluster contains not only the joy of its discovery but the love of my friend; a very important piece for me. It broadcasts that loving energy every day to brighten my days.


I still have a small piece of onyx, I think it is, that I discovered at one of the pyramidal ruins somewhere near Mexico City. I was 9 when there with my dad, and found that stone. I wondered what it had seen, where it had been, what could it reveal about these ancient ruins if it could talk? I saw that stone, picked it up, and it’s been with me ever since. A talisman of my past, a talisman of the ancient past; and the start of a rock collection that brings me much joy still, 40 years later.

First there is thought ....

"Matter is the evolution of energy. First there is thought, then there is thought form, and then there is matter. Matter is only thought that has been thought upon by more." --- Abraham


I love this quote; I receive them daily by Abraham. Abraham has such a way with words, I’ve always loved the Abraham material. It’s one of the few sources of channeled material that I follow. I used to get readings at psychic fairs and things all the time back in the 80s. But when I started channeling my own angelic frequencies, I stopped paying attention to almost all of it. Lazaris (channeled by Jach Purcell), Abraham (Esther Hicks), and Emmanuel (Pat Rodegast) are the ones I paid attention to, as well as the Law of One material. The information rang so true … it still does. I still want to attend an Abraham event one of these days.


“First there is thought … ” says Abraham. “Thoughts are things,” my mom used to say. Of course she’s right. Moms often are. I am pretty careful about what I think, thanks in part to her stance on the subject. I’m even more careful about what I say. I learned this lesson in a really valuable & unforgettable way, once upon a time. (If I had to guess, I would put it in the mid-80s.) If you’ve attended any of my workshops you may have heard this story. I was driving north on Rt. 116 between Middlebury and Bristol. Probably right around the turn off to Bristol Notch I came up behind a panel truck, rather like a regular UPS boxy truck. This part of the road is all straight and flat, so we were trucking along, both of us. Well, then we get up aways where we start going around and over the New Haven river—curves in the road. This truck ahead of me isn’t slowing down much, I notice. Especially the nasty S-turn with the bridge in the middle—he blew right through it. So now I’m on alert. I had been through a couple of accidents in the preceeding year, and wasn’t interested in seeing another, even from a distance, so I started calling in my spirit guides and angels.


We’re heading through Bristol Flats, past the Johnson Lumber Mill, and I’m getting very anxious at the stop sign ahead at the 4-way intersection. North and south-bound drivers have stop signs there, the east-west bound drivers did not. The truck is still sailing along ahead of me, doing about 60; ahead of us is the intersection with our stop sign, and there are cars crossing in front of us, I can see them up ahead, going both ways. At some point—it gets blurry because I think I just leapt out of my body or something—I figured out that he wasn’t going to stop. Or even slow down. But the next thing I knew as he got almost to the intersection, I had my crystal wand in my hand and screamed, “He’s got to stop!” The instant I shouted there was a loud and prolonged screech of brakes. The truck slid past the stop sign, but came to rest before actually entering the intersection.


I had stopped myself, my heart pounding so hard in my throat it hurt. I sat there behind this truck, wondering what the hell had happened, and what was up with this driver, and thank god for miracles. I looked at the wand in my hand—a beautiful wand, it had a large crystal set in the top, as big as my thumb, protruding three inches from the copper tube, wrapped with navy blue leather. I loved that wand, it was my “car wand.” I had made it a few years before, and with its doubly terminated crystal, it was indeed very powerful. I had never, however, put it to this kind of test. So I sat there, breathing hard, trying to calm down, and watching the truck as it just sat there. There was no longer any traffic going through the intersection, all was quiet, and still he just sat there. After what had to be a couple minutes, the truck ambled across the intersection, still heading north. That’s the direction I was going, so I followed him.


On the other side of the intersection, in the middle of the road, the truck just stopped. Obviously, the driver must be either falling asleep or on something, and was probably freaked out right about now. I just sat there, waited behind it. I didn’t want to intrude on whatever thought process was going on in that truck. After a minute or two, a man got out of the truck. Looking very dazed and confused, he meandered over to stand at my window. I rolled it down. “Do you know where I can get a cup of coffee?” he asked. “I think you need a nap,” I responded. “No, no,” he mumbled. “I just need coffee …” He took off his bill cap and rubbed his eyes. “If you go up that hill there, you’ll go up to the village of Bristol and you can get coffee there,” I pointed for him. But he was looking back at that intersection. “I don’t know what happened back there,” he said. “I did not see that stop sign.” I got chills all over. He made to walk away. “Please take care of yourself, get some rest,” I said to his back. I thought about it all the way home… about the mechanics of what happened. “First there is thought,” says Abraham. I had been nervous and wary about the driver in that truck, but obviously I hadn’t thought about doing anything about it—really, what could I have done? No cell phones in every pocket in those days. But I could do something, turns out. I had a thought. And it was just the right thing.


I asked David Wilcock about it four years ago, when I was giving him a ride back to the airport after his keynote appearance at the annual convention of the American Society of Dowsers. In his talk he had explained about what the Russians call the “morphogenic field” that connects all of Life, this consciousness field of which we are all a part. “There’s only one of us here,” he often says.

“So when I shouted, holding the wand, I sent that vibration through the field and he got it?” I asked. I don’t remember his response word-for-word, but he said something like, with the force of energy behind my words, due to the intensity of the situation, and with my visualizing and intention for his stopping projected through the crystal wand, the thought form necessary to stop the truck was created. I certainly haven’t mastered the art of manifestation, but I keep at it. And I am ever grateful for that occasion, once up on a time, when I just might have helped effect the aversion of something terrible. (I hope the person that stole that beautiful wand from my car several months later is treating it carefully.)


“First there is thought … ” says Abraham. What are yours?