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Sunday, September 28, 2014

I Have Awakened

For the first time in his life, my husband has some serious lower back pain going on.

I'm certainly no stranger to low back pain, but it's a first for him.  And being the strong, fit firefighter that he is, I know he's expecting to bounce right back to normal quicker than might actually happen.  He tweaked it at work, lifting an obese patient, about a week ago.

It occurred to me that my back surgery was in the fall many moons ago, my 2nd nervous breakdown back herniation was in the fall when our son was 2.5 years old, and now my husband's back issue is in the fall when our daughter is 2.5 years old.  Coincidences?  I think not.  

Something to do with seasonal changes, autumnal releasing the old to accept the new, clinging to that which no longer serves us, that sense of hunkering down for the colder months, stressing about gathering enough nuts (money) for hibernation...

I sent him to acupuncture today, which he'll get hopefully every other day for awhile, and I've been doing Reiki (I got Reiki I certified over the summer) and massage on him.

And of course, envisioning Archangel Raphael's green healing light surrounding him.

(Image copyright M.Waters 04)

(You can fly on down and heal me any day, there, Raphael-ly!  Any clairvoyants/mediums out there?  Do angels really look this human-like with rippling pecs and all?  Kinda resembles my husband...if he had long hair and a mermaid tail...he should pose for angel portraits...I'm a lucky girl!)

Sooooo, what was I saying?

Oh, yes.  That  I discovered the world of lightworking almost one year ago, and I'm going to be cheesy and say it because there's no other way to say it....I've been transformed.  

I've awakened.  

This will either resonate with you, or it won't...but it's true.  It has happened.  I'm awake.  And in case you were wondering, I'm not religious nor does all of this have anything to do with religion.  

In fact, I considered myself an atheist for many years, and thought that religion and spirituality were synonymous.  

Now I'd say I most closely connect with Buddhism, and I understand that religion and spirituality are distinctly different.   

What does this mean?

Well, i'll tell you a little story:  

A few years ago, my husband and I were visiting his parents and his sister and her boyfriend at his parents house.  My husband was pretty worked from his firefighting academy, physically and mentally, and had been experiencing frequent headaches from an injury during the academy.  His sister told him to lay down on the floor, and she and her boyfriend crouched at his head and feet, closed their eyes, and began doing various hand movements over and on him, combined with some heavy breathing.  I did not understand what they were doing.  I did not get it.  I was slightly curious, mostly embarrassed and very annoyed that they were doing some kind of magical healing to my husband that I did not know how to do.

When they later moved to a commune large acreage property to homestead with some other couples, I was even more curious, embarrassed and annoyed.  So was my husband.  

They were weird and magical and...weird.

When they hugged me longer than normal while exhaling audibly, I felt self-conscious.

When their Facebook posts spoke of Goddesses and the Divine Feminine and showed scantily clad firedancers, I thought it was dumb that these adults felt the need to play R-rated dress-up, and I also felt jealous...I would love to try out being a scantily clad firedancer.

When she brought a magic potion herbal tea offering to my baby shower and read aloud Kahlil Gibran's Children, I felt annoyed and inadequate.

I didn't get it.  Any of it.

Now I get it.  All of it.

I have no idea how quickly or fully people "typically" awaken, but here's how my journey's basically going down:  

*I first learned about lightworking from a Medium/Clairvoyant in December of 2013, and here I am less than a year later, 
*Reiki I certified, 
*with a sensory-sensitive son who has been helped tremendously by lightwork (and other things I'll soon write about), 
*creating a children's book about lightworking, 
*having just finished a Know Your Life Purpose in 90 Minutes Program
*and in the midst of getting certified to be a guide for said ^^ Life Purpose Program.

Things they are a'changing...

I am beyond excited for what the future holds.  I have been SO immersed in learning, changing and evolving that I have not even known where to begin in sharing it all on this blog.  I feel so eager to share, to guide others who may also be searching for that missing piece to their otherwise comfortable lives...but I'm letting it flow out as it will...as feels right.

So stay tuned for more information, explanations, inspirations and stories!  I can't wait to share this next phase of my journey with you!

Love + light to you!!!!


Thursday, June 12, 2014

Heather's Story: Mesothelioma

Although National Women's Health Week was back in May, I'm sharing a story, in honor of it, from an incredible woman and mama who is shining light on a little-known disease.

"My name is Heather Von St. James and I’m reaching out to you today in hopes that you will help me with a cause that is very near and dear to my heart.

Eight years ago, I was diagnosed with mesothelioma; a rare and deadly cancer caused only by exposure to asbestos. I had just given birth to our daughter Lily, and was only given 15 months to live. After a life saving surgery that included the removal of my left lung, I’ve made it my life’s mission to spread awareness about mesothelioma and the dangers of asbestos.

My father had worked in construction and would come home with dust all over him. As a child I would wear his work coat, unknowingly exposing myself to the asbestos he worked with daily. Mesothelioma was once considered a ‘man’s disease’, but women have swiftly become the new patient profile due to second-hand exposure.

In honor of National Women’s Health Week (May 11-17), I am reaching out to bloggers to ask for help in spreading the word about mesothelioma and it’s causes. During this week, individuals, families, and communities work to help women learn how to achieve longer, healthier, and safer lives! Although this week has passed, women’s health is an important issue and deserves to be shared.

The site I blog for, the Mesothelioma Cancer Alliance, has a great deal of information on mesothelioma and asbestos exposure. It would mean the world to me if you could help me with my mission by spreading awareness on your blog to help educate and inform your readers about this preventable disease!

All my best,


You can read Heather's blogging here.

Monday, June 9, 2014

A New Natural Treatment for Asthma, COPD, Croup

There's a reason this post of mine about Silver Shield for croup is my blog's number one post of all time:

There's a lot of respiratory issues going on out there, increasingly so, and I'm a firm believer that all the chemicals in our world play a large part in this.

I wish I had the time for a super long post about greening your home, landscaping products, cleaning products, etc., but you can find tons of that information by googling it anyway.  I like to google "mom wellness blog XXXX" for whatever i'm searching for so that any one of the amazing holistic, wellness-minded blogs comes up in the search - Mommypotamus, Health Home & Happiness, Wellness Mama...there are so many out there.

Not too long ago I wrote a post about glutathione and its amazing effects on my dad, and talk about the foods and supplements that can be taken to assist our bodies in producing more glutathione.

In it I referenced The Healthy Home Economists's post:  Tylenol Just Once A Month Raises A Child's Asthma Risk 540%, and Dr. Hyman's post:  Glutathione, The Mother Of All Antioxidants.  I was fascinated to read Sarah's (The HHE) discussion of how Tylenol may reduce glutathione in the lungs and blood, therefore damaging the body.

Well, I've since happened upon information about nebulized glutathione, which combines my croup post and my glutathione post into one amazing discovery!   

You can read the incredible Dr. Whitaker's information on glutathione, in all its forms, here.  He offers it in various ways at his Wellness Institute in Orange County, CA, including intravenously and nebulized, and says that one would just need to get a prescription for glutathione, to be filled by a compounding pharmacy, and can then be used at home in your own nebulizer.  

I've since read many phenomenal stories of people and kids with asthma, COPD, cystic fibrosis and other lung diseases who have gotten great results with nebulized glutathione.   

GlutaGenic.com has amazing information about glutathione and glutathione products:

As I always suggest, do some research of your own!  If you need a nebulizer, I'd search medical supply stores near you...that's where we got ours!

Have you heard of nebulizing glutathione before?  Do you know any lung-issue sufferers?

Love + light ~


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

April Is A Bat-Shit Crazy Month - Are You Feeling It?

I was totally blindsided last week the day of the Blood Moon...I knew the full moon was coming up, but I hadn't kept track of what was happening when.  

So when I learned about the Blood Moon the very day of it, I was both relieved that there was this simple explanation for my toddler's recent night awakenings, and also astounded that I would start my menses on that very day, too.

A day or two after my menses, I wondered why I was still feeling so achy, exhausted and foggy.  I just felt out-of-it.  I had a pulling ache behind one knee, a dull headache, and began to worry myself about various health issues.

I GOOGLE'd Blood Moon and exhaustion and lo and behold, I was not alone!  

As the amazing internet always does, it connected me with others who are experiencing the same physical symptoms, helping me to not feel so strange and isolated.  April, with it's Cardinal Grand Cross, is an incredibly powerful and intense month of changes, and if you're at all sensitive like I am, you'll feel it in one way or another!

This site said something to the effect of if you're not feeling odd and out-of-it yet, you will be soon!

I've lately been wracked with almost daily bouts of gut-wrenching fear and anxiety surrounding the government, repression, big pharma and the like.  An overall sense of just how out of control this country has gotten, and a fear when I feel vulnerable and helpless.

I've been talking to my angels a lot...working on releasing fears and staying strong in my positive thoughts of what I DO want, not what I DON'T want.  

I actually feel quite honored to be a part of this massive movement of collective human consciousness towards enlightenment...towards healing humanity and our Mother Earth. 

 But holy crap, every once in awhile I do just wish I could go back to the days of complete ignorance...just for 5 minutes, maybe.

But there's work to be done here, and we are DOING it, fellow lightworkers!  I leave you with the lyrics of the song that has been on constant replay in my head for over a week now...it took me a few days to realize it's a direct message from up above - duh.  And oh, what a message it is...we are not alone, not even in our darkest moments.  

Love + light to you ~
We're your friends
We're your friends
We're your friends to the bitter end

When you're alone

Who comes around

To pluck you up
When you are down
And when you're outside, looking in
Who's there to open the door?
That's what friends are for!

Who's always eager to extend

A friendly claw?

That's what friends are for!

And when you're lost in dire need

Who's at your side at lightning speed?

We're friends of every creature
Comin' down the pike
In fact we never met an animal
We didn't like, didn't like

So you can see

We're friends in need

And friends in need
Are friends indeed
We'll keep you safe
In the jungle forevermore

(That's What Friends Are For - The Vulture Song - Jungle Book)

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Fire Wife Life ~ The Night I Prayed For Mercy

It was primal...both what I felt, and what I saw.

I can tell you what I saw, but I'm still not quite sure what I felt.

I was in an 85 degree stagnant trailer with 4 sweaty, sticky little ones, and it was rocking like there was some hanky panky going on...but of course there wasn't. It was the 60 mph winds outside that were driving the desert sand so hard into all the trucks and trailers that everyone was getting a new paint sand job.

We were in the desert for an off-roading weekend, in the midst of Southern California's "worst" storm of the winter, which I realize is nothing compared to what the rest of the country, and world, go through.  We're weather wimps...I know this.

But they were pretty insane, those winds.

When they first picked up the kids whooped and hollered in delight at their flying hair and clothes, at the socks and hats zooming by, at the granola bars and apple cores getting caked in sand. Then when it began to whip up into mouths and eyes and sting bare skin we scrambled to find goggles and long pants and shirts.

And then it just reached not-fun-anymore status.

So the women ushered kids and cousins into trailers, and little faces smooshed up against the windows to peer out at the men battening down the hatches. They hurriedly detached awnings and canopies, secured folding chairs and tools and quad whips...all the while ignoring the stinging sand pelting their bare arms and legs. After securing the basics, they then went as a group to each rig, lending a hand with the heavier tasks of raising dirt bikes off the ground or tethering down a tarp or offering up a word of advice.

I felt...feminine.  

Pre-kids, I would have been out there with the guys, helping out, pretending the winds didn't bother me until I was physically in pain.  But now here I was, forced to remain inside with my two and my two nephews, which I didn't mind at all.  But it amplified my maternal role, my femininity, in watching the offspring and depending fully upon the men for security.  

The men would sometimes stop to smoosh their own face up to the window, making silly monster faces at the ones on the other side of the glass.

 They flashed confident, comforting smiles, appearing oblivious that there was a small tornado swirling behind their backs.

After awhile the novelty of the show wore off, and the rocking of the trailer became normal, so movies were watched, snacks were eaten, and pictures were colored.  The menfolk had enough cold beer to ignore the storm and go on rides in the dunes and attempt to have conversations through the howling wind.  I enjoyed my own cold one and the rare treat of sitting down with a book while the kids jumped around.

The afternoon wore on into the evening, and the wind was not only showing NO signs of easing up, but it was getting much, much stronger.  I got a tad nervous each time the trailer lurched with a gust of wind, and wondered how much sleep we'd all get that night.

Burgers and s'mores were grilled indoors. Cabin fever became rampant, so bedtime came early.  But just as the kisses were hitting foreheads and flashlights turning off, the trailer creaked and crunched and lurched so greatly, and the massive gust of wind howled so loudly, that my heart pounded right out of my chest and I broke out in a cold sweat.

I quickly glanced around to see where I might throw the kids in case of tip-over, while talking feverishly in my head to my guardian angels and all higher beings who might assist in sparing these 16 souls all alone in the middle of a massive desert.  

I reflected on our drive in the day before...how thrilled we were to see we were THE ONLY camp in this hugely popular off-roading destination; a place that was usually filled with thousands of people on any given fall or winter weekend.  Slightly eery, but mostly awesome.

Until the windstorm.  

Then I understood, we were THE ONLY crazy ones who hadn't heeded the weather warnings.  This was the one storm of the year the weather reports were actually correct about...usually they were all talk.  I remembered the 'Southern California Tornado Watch' post I'd scrolled by on my Facebook feed...I'd deliberately ignored it.  Tornado?  Southern CA?  pffftttt.  My mom had been texting me about the hurricane of rain and wind hitting them back at home...at least there was no rain out here, just the wind.

It felt like we were on a boat.  My son and his cousin giggled nervously with eachother and asked my husband if the trailer might tip over.

I glanced up at my fireman in his bunk and saw that he had turned so his head was on the opposite end of his bed...this way he'd be standing on his feet if we tipped over, instead of landing on his head. He caught my eye (which must have been really wide), registered my expression (which definitely was scared-to-death), nodded, and climbed down to get dressed.

When we'd arrived at the camp the day before, we'd filled in the circle of rigs in the only available spot, which happened to put us broadside to this wind. Fireman could see on my face that this was not going to fly...we needed to re-position nose to the wind.

So, once again, little faces smooshed to the glass to watch Daddy begin the tedious task of picking up our camp and re-hitching the trailer and firing up the truck, all in the dark and the midst of a 10-foot visibility sandstorm. I wanted to go out and help my husband, but the kids clung to me. I hoped the other men weren't asleep yet and they might see the flashlight beams and come out to help.

  Soon other flashlight beams joined my husband's and I gave thanks once again for the power of the clan.
The atmosphere in our trailer lightened instantly as their deep, comforting muffled voices filtered in the thin trailer walls, and progress could be heard in the clicks and cranks of machinery being moved.

The sense of relief I experienced knowing a group of strong, able men were helping keep us from harm's way was trumped only by the sense of relief felt once our rig's nose was headed into the storm. 

 The thrashing trailer settled into a gentle rocking...the shrill whistle of wind became a constant low hum. Kids fell asleep...I thanked my angels.


In our modern world, and especially in our mild Southern CA weather, we don't often have the opportunity to witness a primal display of group masculinity: protection, strength, confidence. It has the power to settle the strongest of worries and fears that the feminine has for the safety of her children, her village.

The tribes and clans of long ago came to mind: the men who united to bravely defend and protect their villages and kinfolk; the circles that were made with covered wagons, just as we now make with trucks and trailers.

Most of us have experienced dads/boyfriends/husbands braving a storm to tow a car, run into a store, get a child to the doctor. But I think few of us have witnessed a group, a tribe, a clan of masculinity collectively assisting one another and protecting eachother's women and children in the face of a common threat.

I was reminded of just how often I have my guard up, how often I have to wear my daddy and mommy suit , with fireman being gone half the days and nights in a month.  I was forced to relax into only the nurturing role, not the protector role, which allowed me the opportunity to really feel my vulnerability in a refreshingly feminine way.  It was in this vulnerability that I was able to appreciate the masculinity that surrounded me.

I was reminded of this experience Danielle LaPorte posted about - a post about strong, vulnerable men that deeply moved me, just as this night of Arabian winds did.


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