Grief

If there is something I feel overly qualified to speak on it is grief.  I have had more than my fair share of loss due to death, both traumatic and natural.  I lost my father suddenly of a brain aneurysm, my sister committed suicide, my mother died of chemotherapy poisoning and I had to turn off life support, my aunt died at the hands of a drunk driver (which left my mother with a brain injury), my uncle died in our home of an aortic aneurysm, my grandmother transitioned peacefully at the age of 89.  These are not all my losses due to death, just the most significant ones.

Grief is not limited to death of course, and I’ve had many of those experiences as well.  I’ve been fired. I’m divorced.  I’ve had significant friendships end abruptly and badly.  I have estranged family members.

I experienced all but my mother’s death by the time I was 25.  I then lost my mother when I was 40. My early exposure to death led me to become a hospice social worker.  I felt that Life had given me this experience so that I could help others in their journeys of dying, death and grief. I did that for 10 years, which is extremely unheard of because of the high burnout rate.  I walked with more people than I can count in those 10 years. I continued to walk with their grieving loved ones for a year after the death.

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So I know grief intimately.

I don’t tell you this to toot my horn, elicit sympathy or diminish anyone else’s experience.  I tell you this because I don’t take this subject lightly.  There are few who have as much experience as I in this arena and if it’s put in front of me (the topic came up in another blog) then I feel it is the Universe’s way of telling me to speak to it.  At least that’s how I look at it.

It is a common misnomer that time heals all wounds.  Time has nothing to do with it. Attention is the one and only thing that affects grief and sets about the healing process.  That attention will vary not only mourner by mourner, but also loss by loss. You may be surprised by your varying expressions of grief for different losses. You cannot have the expectation that you will grieve each loss similarly. Grief is kept in a box in our hearts and every time we experience a loss we open that box and all the losses we keep in the box come flooding out. The grief gets all mixed up together.  It is very difficult if not impossible to grieve one loss and not all the others that came before it.  This happens in the very best of circumstances, in the healthiest coping.  We never “get over” a loss; we learn to live with it.  Complicated grief is what it’s called when we don’t learn to live with it.

A loss changes you forever, but you decide how it changes you.

That is what grief is about, the more significant the loss the more significant the change. It doesn’t matter what you lost.  Society seems to think that there are certain relationships that are more significant and more worthy of grief and sympathy than other losses.  The reality is that what that relationship meant to you makes the difference in grief.  While you may have one parent with whom you have an ideal relationship and one from whom you are estranged, you may find you grieve both equally hard in different ways.  While you will grieve the loss of the now and future presence of your ideal parent, it is the loss of the potential of a better future you will grieve regarding your estranged parent.  We all have expectations of the future in all relationships and they factor into grief more than anyone considers.  When we lose an estranged parent we lose the hope that one day that relationship will improve.  This is something that often takes people off guard.  In addition you may experience more profound grief over a family friend who was more like a mother to you than your own mother. Don’t let relationship labels dictate “how much grief” you should be experiencing.

Paying attention to your grief will ensure you get through it to the point that you live with the loss but without the active grief.  Ignore the grief and no matter how much time goes by you will not heal it one bit.  Using alcohol, activity or anything else to “keep busy”, “keep your mind off it”, or any other platitude will only stifle your grief at exactly the point you began to ignore it.  I’m NOT saying that it isn’t good to resume activity or engage in things that get you out of the house, re-engage you with your life, or give your mind a reprieve.  I am also NOT saying that you should sit home and wallow in the loss.  I AM saying that these phrases are misleading and as misinterpreted as “time heals all wounds”.

Paying attention to your grief means take care of yourself like you would after a major surgery.  Sleep when you are tired.  Eat healthy meals, even if they are just small ones. Make no major decisions.  Take on no new responsibilities.  Let others help you in whatever way they can.  Your grief will touch their grief and not everyone will be able to walk with you the way you want them too.  Feel free to say no if you are not ready or up for something.  Don’t let others pressure you into something you are not ready for…like getting rid of personal items, selling a home, going back to work and “getting over it”.

General guidelines to determine complicated grief:  3 months after the loss you should feel as though you have moved slightly in a better direction.  6 months you should recognize that you are in a significantly better place than you were the day of the loss.  After the first anniversary you should recognize that your grief is no longer intense.

If you don’t recognize these improvements by these benchmarks then you are in complicated grief and may need someone else’s assistance in moving through.

I’ve reprinted this article from another blog I had in 2015. It seemed a good time to share it here. 

As always…I love you.

~Jade

Victim Mindset

Overcoming one’s traumas and the victim identity can be a tricky thing.

While we tend to think of victim thinking as ‘poor me’ thinking, that is only one type. Victim thinking can take many forms.

Think about trauma like conquering a mountain. The midst of the trauma is tantamount to scaling the mountain . You are at the mercy of the mountain. The mountain and your survival is what consumes you. Every step you take, every decision you make is because of the mountain. At any moment the mountain could claim your life. Your whole goal is to get to the top alive. You suffer because of the mountain, therefore you are an active victim of the mountain.

One day you find yourself on top of the mountain! You are done scaling! You commemorate your victory by planting your flag and do a dance! You sit atop the mountain and look back on the terrain that you overcame and you celebrate it! Rightfully so! You still suffer the mountain though, so you are still a victim of the mountain…a surviving victim, but a victim, nonetheless.

Then comes the time to descend the mountain. Every decision you make is still dictated by the mountain, but things are easier now. You are working with gravity and using tools that make the decent much more rapid than the ascent. You are (re)covering the terrain of the mountain and understanding from a different vantage point just how daunting the task had been. You still suffer the mountain, so you are a recovering victim, but a victim nonetheless.

At the bottom of the mountain a transport waits to take you back to a little city in the foothills of the mountain, where you get a hot bath, sweet-smelling soaps, and a hot meal, as well as a clean bed to rest in. You stay here just long enough to regain your strength. You get the proper treatment to set your wounds and injuries on the right path to healing. You debrief as others ask you questions about your adventure and you relive the accomplishment while telling the tale. You rest and begin to rise again in the aftercare, but still you suffer the effects of the mountain so you are a recuperating victim, but a victim nonetheless.

After you are recuperated you discard the equipment that was damaged in the climb, pack up your gear and head off for home. A place far away from the mountain. In your new home you put up a picture of your victory moment and store away your survival gear. Your home is decorated with many aspects of yourself, but only one picture of your conquering Mt. Trauma. Initially, new people in your life will be curious about the picture on your mantel and they will ask about it. Or you might be in a coffee shop and in conversation about what you’ve been up to, you would naturally mention that you recently conquered Mt. Trauma. After some time, however, Mt. Trauma would not come up in general conversation and you are moving away from being any kind of victim of the mountain. You are a transcending victim.

Eventually, Mt. Trauma would just be a picture on your mantelpiece. Then one day that picture might go into a scrapbook and only be revisited once in a long while along with a lot of other memories. This is the point where you have truly conquered Mt. Trauma and are no longer its victim. You have transcended victimhood and become you’re own hero!

The whole process is necessary for complete healing. You can’t skip a step. You can’t jump from survivor to transcending. Coming down from the mountain, telling your story, getting loving support to recuperate and working through to establish a new norm are all vital in getting to transcendence.

If you get stuck on top of the mountain or in the foothills you are still a victim of the mountain. You cannot stay atop the mountain yelling about how you conquered it, and not still be its victim. You cannot take up residence in the cozy foothills, repeatedly telling your story and not still be its victim. You can’t decorate your house predominantly with pictures of Mt. Trauma, plaques that say you climbed Mt. Trauma and display your survival gear as wall decorations and not still be a victim of Mt. Trauma!

If your identity is centered around how you overcame the mountain, then you have become an inside out victim of the mountain.

What is an inside out victim?

It is someone who’s whole identity revolves around being a survivor. As we’ve discussed, a survivor is still a victim. Many of those in the helping professions, including motivational speakers and self-help phenomena are doing nothing more than glorifying the victim status by disguising it with cute little catch phrases. Continuing to highlight the fact that you were once a victim only serves to perpetuate the victim status. Much like you can’t not think of an elephant when someone tells you not to think of an elephant. They are relative terms. One does not exist without the other. You cannot hear ‘survivor’ without associating it with that of which you had once been an active victim. So even though labeling yourself a survivor sounds like a healthy thing to do, you are continuing to subject your subconscious to the victim dichotomy message.

When things in your past are taking up a lot of space in conversations in the present there is a problem. Inside out victims can often come up with some elaborate schemes to present as noble and healthy individuals. Often they put themselves on display where they can show off (without making it look like it) their success at overcoming their past, setting themselves up as an authority and “help” others overcome as they did. The problem with this is that the repeated retelling of their story is the indication that they have not transcended it at all. In fact, it would be my suggestion that this person never did the recovering and recuperating necessary to reach transcending. My thought is that they kept it deep down hidden, rarely talked about it, until they came across something that seemed to give them a pass straight to transcendence. It doesn’t work that way. There are no short cuts in living authentically and healthy.

This is not to disparage all self-help motivators. The most amazing ones can offer changes in perception so drastic that they change lives. These motivators rarely reveal their own past and when they do, it is mostly in snippets to establish credibility or connection with their client. They don’t advertise their story over and over. They don’t give you fancy terms to identify yourself. They give you real tools that enable you to live a well-lived life that don’t include looking at Mt. Trauma in the rearview mirror.

You may ask why looking at Mt. Trauma in the rearview mirror is not desirable. When do you look in your rearview mirror when you are driving? When you are backing up and when you need to see what is coming up from behind you. If you are moving straight ahead there is no need for a rearview mirror.

I love you.

~Jade

Surviving Vs. Living Resonantly

 

“When you’re surviving you can’t dream.”

No truer words. How simple and yet so powerful. Its true, when our focus is on surviving there is no room or energy to dream. And yet dreaming is how we move beyond surviving.

Living resonantly means living in such a way that we make decisions and choices based on how they resonate with our soul. This man is a perfect example of living resonantly. He’s made choices that resonate with his soul all along the way and see how it comes out in his voice!

When we live resonantly we find our voice! We find our strength! We find true selves! We don’t have just one passion, we have a life filled with passions!!! And one passion leads to another!

Surviving is about competition…’survival of the fittest’. It is filled with the intention of lack. There isn’t enough to go around and if I don’t grab this I will fail to survive. The whole goal is on surviving not thriving. And life is meant to be about thriving. About living with purpose, intent and passion. Anything less is a waste.

As Simon says, ‘it isn’t about technical…it’s about being Real.”

That makes me think of my favorite childhood story, The Velveteen Rabbit.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

We can’t be ugly, or imperfect, or not worth it, or not enough or…or…or…or…or to anyone except those who don’t understand. That is no reflection on us. We are not responsible for their unhappy filters that they perceive the world through.

It doesn’t matter if someone doesn’t like you because you are not their physical type, or the color of your skin, or the religion you believe in. It doesn’t matter. Those people are not your people. Those people do not understand. We cannot force them to understand by any legislation or tactic. We can only effect change by being a shining example of being Real. Because when they feel the resonance of being Real, they will notice the difference.

I thought I was just going to hit ‘share’ and be done with this. That’s what living resonantly does…it takes you places you didn’t expect but never any place you regret.

I love you,

~Jade

Feeling Victimized

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Looking back on my journey of awareness/consciousness/living resonantly, or whatever you want to call it, I find it interesting to note that when I have felt most victimized, I wasn’t being victimized at all and when I was actually being victimized I didn’t realize it!

When I believed in victimization, I felt victimized often when I was actually experiencing someone enforcing their own healthy boundaries. Thusly, when I was being exploited I had no idea. 

I felt I was being victimized even when I wasn’t, because I had a victim mentality. When emanating from a victim mentality only stories of victimization will be found. When asking for something and the answer is no, it feels personal. It hurts our feelings and we feel rejection. It feels personal. 

Its all an illusion though.

“No one can victimize you without your permission.” Have you heard that? I ask you this then…if you give your permission then how is it victimization?

*Let me insert here that I am not talking about being the victim of a violent crime.

Victimization is a mindset and as long as you live in it, you will continue to be victimized. How? Why? Simply by thinking so. The victim mindset has the negative origination that everything happens TO you. This leaves no room but for the perception that events are thrust upon us and therefore at life’s whim. We feel out of control and desperate. When things don’t go our way we can only understand that things are unfair and that we are being punished.

The simplest stumbling block can seem catastrophic. The most catastrophic event can make you feel broken. Everything is lose-lose, you see. When we operate from a negative orientation we see things only as comparisons. We can only be happy when things go as we plan, thus missing out on amazing gifts along the way.

On the other hand, when we release the victim mentality and embrace the hero’s mindset we experience life quite differently. We understand that while we may desire or even expect a certain outcome, we know we will receive it only if it is in our best interest. We recognize the healthy boundaries of others might require them to tell us no or do something we wish they hadn’t. Saying yes to oneself, sometimes means disappointing another. Disappointment is the responsibility of the owner.

When we become disappointed we gather important information. Disappointment tells us we are in the right neighborhood, wrong house. Sometimes what we want is correct, but we are off about how it is meant to arrive. Without disappointment we couldn’t know!!

And when our actions cause disappointment in another it is best to remember that we do not own the responsibility for it, but the duty to be understanding about it.

The hero’s mentality understands that in every situation lies an opportunity. An opportunity to define ourselves. It is not always pleasant. Iron is forged in fire, after all. We grow the most when we are challenged. Challenges don’t come with bouquets of flowers. They come in darkness to push you to find the Light. And they push hard.

They are not however, tests.

We don’t get tested. There is no pass or fail. There is only growth or no growth and you are free to choose either. You are not punished or rewarded for either. However, growth feels rewarding; lack of growth, feels punishing. The feeling of growing into your highest self is a high that cannot be replicated. The feeling of not growing into your highest self is called suffering.

Do not seek peace in a place without chaos. Instead seek peace inside you despite the chaos in any place.

Side note: the challenges don’t get easier as you grow. Nope. They will come fewer and further apart, however they will be whoppers. It’s tempting to slide back into ‘what did I do wrong?”

Think of it this way…

If you’ve become a spiritual badass, then the only things that will present any challenge to you at all, will have to be equally as badass. Don’t be tempted to fall into self-pity during these times. Our growth is not linear and we do not ascend to such a level that ‘bad things’ don’t happen to us. We merely do not see as many things as ‘bad’. We recover faster from these occasions as well. Where once something less impactful might have had us spiral into depression, now we might experience a deep sadness that we allow and move through.

With this I say goodnight and

I love you.

~Jade

 

Jade’s work is different and we think you will find it effective and economic. It combines Jade’s knowledge and skills cultivated over three decades of psychiatry, human services, hospice, geriatrics, crystal healing, QiGong, Reiki, and Therapeutic Touch with her natural Spirit given gifts of intuition and being an empath.

Check out our Healing Rite of Passage Me-Treat & Workshops for 2018 

Join us for more conversation in our Facebook group Willow Song Firekeepers

As of now Jade is limiting the one on one work she does. For availability please email an inquiry.

To schedule services please review options here and email Jade here to make arrangements.

 

 

 

What Do You Mean I Create My Own Reality?!

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I remember the first time I heard the notion that I create my own reality.

I was 33 years old and had just been diagnosed with malignant melanoma. My co-worker and friend gave me the book, Conversations With God. My response after reading it was, “you think I chose to have cancer?!”

Of course no one would choose to have cancer consciously – unconsciously though is a whole other thing, and that’s what I hadn’t quite grasped yet. The choices we make and the energy behind them invites/creates cancer into our lives. Our bodies vibrate at a certain frequency. That frequency changes with the energy of our thoughts and beliefs. When we make high frequency choices we invite optimum health. When we make low frequency choices we create low frequency events, like cancer.

You might not know this but we all have the potential to develop cancer. Just like we can be among flu germs but our immune system fights it off and we never experience symptoms, our bodies have a system in place to prevent the division of unhealthy cells! It’s when something goes wrong with that system that cancer is allowed to develop – and that is where we create cancer in our bodies. Because it is the frequency of your vibration that affects that system.

The year prior to developing this malignant melanoma, my husband and I had been separated for 9 months. At the end of those 9 months, just as I was moving on with my life, he wanted to reconcile. My daughter was 3 at the time of the separation – the same age I was when my father died. I didn’t want her to grow up without her father too, so I agreed to the reconciliation. I was afraid. I was afraid to be out on my own financially. I was afraid to separate my daughter and her father. I was afraid – low frequency.

Coincidence? No.

There’s no such thing a coincidence.

I didn’t make the highest vibrational frequency decision in reconciling. At the time of the separation, I was devastated. I hadn’t seen it coming and wanted nothing more than to bring my family back together. As the months went by though I grew to appreciate the space to develop. I began to see opportunities for expansion and welcomed them. I had breathing space – which should’ve been a head’s up to me then. 

I went against my better judgement in reconciling with him. So, when the cancer showed up within a year after we reconciled, it was no coincidence. I had betrayed my higher self by making a choice out of fear. That’s not to say that for someone else reconciliation wouldn’t have been a high frequency choice; but for me, because I was choosing reconciliation out of fear that I couldn’t make it financially on my own, it was a low frequency choice.

I don’t remember when it finally started sinking exactly how I create my own reality. I know I re-read Conversations With God and understood it in a whole new light. That set me on my path to another level of holistic thinking.

Over the years since then I’ve had various ailments, acute and chronic. The key to my healing I found is understanding that there is rarely only one factor to any health issue. Illness depends on your mindset, your vibration and your willingness to engage in the highest possible frequency in response. It doesn’t even have to be a lot higher, it just has to be higher than the creating frequency. The key is to focus on the Light, rather than the Darkness. On the wellness rather than the illness.

Think of how much glorification surrounds battling cancer. There are walks and pink ribbons to raise ‘awareness’, but what its really doing is drawing more attention to the dis-ease.  They do not focus on inviting wellness, they focus on fighting illness. In order to fight an enemy you have to continue to acknowledge the enemy. This continues to bring the dissonance back again and again. It is recalling it into our lives time and time again, rather than calling in wellness.

This is how vibration works in our lives to create our reality. We meet a challenge with a higher vibration than created it and we expand. We begin to attract things aligned with that higher vibration. We get good at it. We get comfortable in our abilities and then something happens to nudge us to expand even further. We expand to meet our highest expectations of ourselves. We are limitless and thus our expansion will be limitless also. Just when we think we have it figured out, we will be brought new insight that causes us to expand even more and we can create an even greater reality.

If there is something in your reality that is not to your liking, you have the power to change it. Change the part of you that created it. Raise your vibration. Find the next highest belief and grasp it. Then the next higher and the next higher. Each choice you make, each thought you think are building blocks to your highest life.

Create a reality worthy of you.

I love you.

~Jade

 

Jade’s work is different and we think you will find it effective and economic. It combines Jade’s knowledge and skills cultivated over three decades of psychiatry, human services, hospice, geriatrics, crystal healing, QiGong, Reiki, and Therapeutic Touch with her natural Spirit given gifts of intuition and being an empath.

Check out our Healing Rite of Passage Me-Treat & Workshops for 2018 

Join us for more conversation in our Facebook group Willow Song Firekeepers

As of now Jade is limiting the one on one work she does. For availability please email an inquiry.

To schedule services please review options here and email Jade here to make arrangements.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Is A Strong Person?

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On my Facebook page I asked “When you think of a strong person, what comes to mind?” Inquiring into behaviors, actions, thoughts and philosophies. The answers were many an varied. Some I resonated with, some I did not. What I loved was the conversation we were having.
When I think of strong individuals I look to those who have experienced challenges and grown from them by becoming ‘better not bitter’. That’s the bottom line.
 
It is not someone who hides their truth and puts on a false smile. It is someone who feels the feels, cries the tears, then dries them and finds the takeaway.
 
It is someone who goes out of their way to do no harm, including doing no harm to his own self. Thus, it is NOT someone who cares more about others, than they do themselves, but instead, one who cares about others AS MUCH as they care about themselves.
 
It is someone who speaks truth, but in a kind way when it is most likely to be heard with an open heart.
 
It is someone who has suffered pain but keeps her heart open to those who show up and do the work.
 
It is also the someone who shows up and does the work.
 
It is someone who pushes through and assists others on the path, not run them over.
 
It is someone who has every reason and opportunity to be angry but chooses to love. It is someone who loves himself first and lets that love flow unto others.
 
It is someone who does not see things in ‘right or wrong’ or ‘fair’. It is someone who realizes everyone’s journey is different and has value.
 
It is someone who is not in competition to be better or worse than her sister/brother, but interested in being better than her self, yesterday.
 
I know a lot of strong women. I know a lot of strong men. I know a lot of individuals who think they are strong and are not (not for the reasons they think that is). I know a lot of individuals who think they are not strong but really are.
 
Your default setting is set on strong. You are strength incarnated because you are unconditional love and what could be stronger than that??!! There is nothing stronger than that!!! We can be convinced by societal conditioning that we are not strong because of thus and so. Its a lie. A misnomer. Misinformation. Hogwash.
 
Find your strength and choose better not bitter.
I love you!
~Jade

Jade’s work is different and we think you will find it effective and economic. It combines Jade’s knowledge and skills cultivated over three decades of psychiatry, human services, hospice, geriatrics, crystal healing, QiGong, Reiki, and Therapeutic Touch with her natural Spirit given gifts of intuition and being an empath.

Check out our Healing Rite of Passage Me-Treat & Workshops for 2018 

Join us for more conversation in our Facebook group Willow Song Firekeepers

As of now Jade is limiting the one on one work she does. For availability please email an inquiry.

To schedule services please review options here and email Jade here to make arrangements.

Keep On Rising Anyway

I was invited to share my RISING story in a global sisterhood group. When I finished with it, I decided I needed to share it even more. So here it is…in its entirety. (You might want to make a sandwich.)

Hi, my name is Jade, thank you for the invitation to share my RISING story, Kat.

Two years ago I wrote a poem entitled “Keep On Rising Anyway”. To date it is still one of my favorites.

Hard lessons in Rising came early in my life.

It started at the age of three, my very first memory, when I woke in the middle of the night and went to my parent’s room. There lying on the floor, tangled in the sheets and blanket, my father lay motionless. I tried to wake him, but he just wouldn’t wake up. I loved my mother and my grandmother, but my father and I had a special bond.

Neighborhood kids taunted me with the notion that my father was in a deep dark hole.

My mother would later remarry and they adopted a little girl. I was so excited to have this baby sister! We were a family. A year later, tragedy struck again, when my mother and favorite aunt were in a head on car collision with a drunk driver.

My aunt was thrown through the windshield and died four days later. My mother, having hit the windshield and cracked it, survived but was forever changed.

My mother suffered with fear, anxiety, depression and survivor’s guilt and she painted my childhood with those colors. She turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism.

She taught me to be afraid, to never question authority and that seeking my own happiness was selfish. She did this because she thought it would keep me safe. She didn’t do it to harm me, yet harm me it did.

I didn’t know I had the right to say ‘no’. I didn’t know how to say ‘yes’ to myself. And I didn’t know happiness.

I suffered all the things she thought she was protecting me from. Sexual assault, molestation, date rape (before it had a name), sexual harassment and exploitation. Because of all the things I thought were true, I believed I had already failed at life and I found myself standing on the railroad tracks staring at the engine light in the darkness.

The next thing I remember is being swayed by the momentum of the train as it passed me by. I don’t remember stepping off those tracks.

Something in my changed that day. Something that enabled me to stand up against the professor who was sexually harassing me. Something that enabled me to see that I had more than sex to offer men.

Something that enabled me to start saying ‘yes’ to me, but I still had a hard time saying ‘no’ to anything less than everything I deserved.

So, I married a man I would later discover was narcissistic, pathological and mentally/emotionally abusive.

I struggled with suicidal thoughts until the birth of my 5 lb 10.5 oz little girl. She changed my whole perspective on life and living. 

She was 6 weeks early and had health challenges. At three months old we discovered she had a mass in her abdomen. The only option was surgery, the doctors just wanted to watch it for a month to see how fast it was growing before deciding when to operate.

While working in Hospice I learned something called ‘Therapeutic Touch’, a Western adaptation of the ancient Eastern energy healings of Reiki. During the month we waited to return to the hospital I did this energy healing on my daughter as often as I could. When we returned to the hospital there was no evidence of the mass. None. The doctors were speechless, offering no explanation. I, of course, needed no explanation. I knew.

From then on, energy healing was my obsession. All forms of it. I researched and taught myself multiple modalities and blended them all over the decades into something eclectic and totally unique to me. I incorporated crystals as well as essential oils as well. Starting at the age of four, my daughter often worked side by side with me on my hospice clients.

I spent 23 years with that man, while I raised our daughter alone within the walls of that marriage.

I eventually found the strength and clarity to leave that marriage and forge a new life for she and I. She was angry. I was angry. But we moved through that anger and landed on better shores.

Three years after leaving with only half our possessions, I found a man who understood my value and treats me (and my daughter) accordingly. A man who set such a fine example of a partner that my daughter now has a good relationship model to work from.

A man who supported me when I walked away from a 28 year career to follow my passion – my heart – my calling – as a healing facilitator.

A man who understood our complicated grief when my daughter’s father died two years ago.

A man who survived a brainstem stroke last year.

A man who says ‘I can’t explain why what you do works, but I know it does’ when referencing my healing abilities and credits the same for his miraculous recovery.

Now, I serve at the pleasure of Spirit in whatever way I am needed. I provide counsel, hold space and facilitate energy healing to people all over the world. I have a home and a family that allow me to invite people in for healing retreats, workshops and seminars. I am refining my craft of writing as well, expressing my voice through my blog.

All sorts of things will happen on our journey’s to rise. On your journey you may encounter high jackers, hitch hikers, thieves, speed bumps, potholes, detours and maybe even road closures…keep on rising anyway!

Keep On Rising Anyway

In raising your vibration you are likely to shake off some dirt.

Keep on rising anyway.

“Dirt” can be anything from friends, family, co-workers to jobs or marriages. Its never really that enjoyable, but its unavoidable. Sometimes the dirt you shake off will be welcomed to leave. Others will be a loss.

Keep on rising anyway.

You might have face to face stand offs or you might experience drifting apart. You might get fired, you might quit.

Keep on rising anyway.

You might lose lifelong friends or family members. You might suddenly find yourself the center of a witch hunt or town gossip (so to speak).

Keep on rising anyway.

You might find yourself on a very lonely path. You might find yourself the target of much animosity.

Keep on rising anyway.

You might find yourself in a leadership position unwittingly. You might find yourself surrounded by others seeking guidance and solace on their own paths of rising vibrations.

Keep on rising anyway.

You might find yourself on the edge of all your dreams come true. You might find yourself in a very new group of friends in the middle of some really amazing experiences.

Keep on rising anyway.

You might find yourself afraid of the change and the changes to come. You might find yourself afraid of failure, but more importantly afraid of success.

Keep on rising anyway.

Let the dirt fall away. Leave behind what no longer serves you. Walk away from those who do not understand you. Send peace to those who would wish you harm. You might find yourself higher and lighter than you’ve ever been.

Keep on rising anyway.

 I love you.

~Jade