Who is AhnyaLi? What is AhnyaLi? Perhaps, the reading of this will give us a glimpse…
I’m realizing AhnyaLi’s emergence has been in process since a transcendent experience at Casa Dom Inacio in the summer, 2017. (Some of y’all may remember, and—if you want your memory refreshed, post it in the comments ; >) It’s been a journey and continues to be with this particular piece–incoming AhnyaLi–beginning at the end of April, 2021, in a kundalini breath and meditation workshop. Following the guidance of the teacher, I breathed a balloon of felt pressure into each cervical vertebra while rolling the neck from chin resting on chest to upright…and then tipping the nose upward with an isometric contraction against all of the “air pressure” breathed into the vertebrae. In the full contraction pose (nose tilted up as high as possible,) I experienced an intense pain at the occiput and a blinding light that lasted less than a minute. Followed by dizziness and some nausea. Feeling the neck afterward, the tissue was swollen and inflamed. But, even more importantly—and, imho, a small miracle–the natural curve of the cervical vertebrae reasserted itself… a curve missing since the TBI during a head-on car collision in in 1983. I celebrated the return of an opening flow in the channel… not fully realizing the extent of what that meant…
Energy healing predates the science of allopathic medicine by centuries. Ayurveda, acupuncture, five elements, shamanism, reiki… just to name a few. Allopathic remedies are often faster and more convenient when they work. When they don’t…. well, let’s consider the benefit of energy healing, shall we? In this article, we’ll explore both human to human energy healing via the Dr. Joe Dispenza coherence healing activity and energy healing through technology via TimeWaver systems and the Healy app.
This accounting is my personal truth. For me, the exploration into neuroscience, biochemistry, and quantum physics applied through meditation exercises led me into multidimensional territory and interdimensional encounters. Healing miracles. Some reading it, will find resonance in my experiences and revelations to enhances their own breadcrumb trails into these frontiers. Others will want more quantifiable evidence than a subjective accounting like mine before making the leap into belief. Either way, I hope all y’all enjoy the storytelling.
For the sake of brevity, I won’t go into long explanations of my ‘health journey.’ Some of you already follow along with my writings on the topic, and–for those of you who don’t and have questions–please feel free to post in the comments. I will do my best to clarify. The first part of this telling will be more like cliff notes than an in depth summary (Again, feel free to ask for clarification in the comments if you more to connect the dots.) In the second half–the part that includes my coherence healing–I will offer a deeper dive and an occasional ‘sidebar’ note to add context. If you want to stay just within the telling of the experience, you can skip the sidebars ; >)
Here I am! Been out in the wilderness finding my way back to Life for five months now. Many indigenous cultures send their people out into the wild to survive or die as a spiritual practice. The win, if they survive, is often a shift into a more expanded consciousness. My tribe–composed of many multi-dimensional and elemental forms of life like dragons and faeries–follows the same practice, apparently…
The path into this wilderness quest was determined twenty five years ago in Egypt when I chose to drink the “local” water offered to me by our taxi driver. Water infected with a parasite called schistosoma mansoni. One might say, indeed, I actually walked out into the quest that day… and just didn’t recognize the path I chose until twenty five years later 😛 Continue reading “Waving From The Wilderness”
It’s a bold supposition, right? To postulate there is an axis where faith finds form in politics. I’m willing to go so far, though, and I’ll tell you why. There is a movement afoot that defies all established politics, all established political parties AND the mainstream media. Yet, even in the face of such seemingly overwhelming lack of support, the movement not only continues–it grows. Through faith. Where is that, you wonder. Quite simply: in the Bernie Sanders for President movement.
My new theme for all the writing here is: Come live in the rainbow with me, friends, and become the full spectrum light you are. And, as usual, it’s through my personal journey of becoming that I gather these words to share.
To catch everyone up:
I traveled to Casa de Dom Inacio seven times over the course of four years. When I made my prayer requests for the healing of physical conditions (type 1 diabetes, spinal injuries, and hepatitis C) before every spiritual intervention, I didn’t fully understand that what I would receive from the entities there would be emotional and spiritual healings (see: Reflections from John of God) rather than the immediate release from physical imbalances. OK…so that’s not exactly true–hepatitis C went into remission after the second visit, and my insulin requirements went down by half over the course of all the visits. It was, however, during the next to last visit to the Casa, when the entity, Dr. Augusto, told me to get lab work done (see: Final Day of Trip 6) that I began my journey of healing the physical body. Continue reading “Loving Our Bodies–The Lessons of Healing”
Deep and quiet. That’s what I am. While the world around me shops and bakes and prepares to celebrate, I go deep and quiet. Solstice approaches, and I abide.
I am coming to an end. The “me” that you’ve known for as long as you’ve known me… is coming to an end. This isn’t the first time I’ve changed characters in a movie. Not the first time my orientation from one moment to the next blinked into a new paradigm and transformed my “being” in the world. I spent two years living on the streets of Chicago and Toronto as a teen and returned to society reshaped. I lived through death in a head-on car collision and found myself back in this world reconfigured. I’ve survived more than a few health crises…and been transformed through them
It is the first time, though, that I am doing it softly–consciously–as one in the awakening process who chooses to claim “awakened.”
I am stepping out of old roles like old clothes. Feeling the loss of each memory in every well-worn item, yet recognizing the need to let go. Indeed, it’s been a year-long purge of my closet–layer by layer, my most recent identity stripped away. If I am to walk naked for awhile, so be it.
The shift so many of us anticipated in 2013 is coming for me now. I feel it. It is only days or breaths away. And I go deep and quiet in preparation.
I found her in the closet. Wedged back into the corner, knees pulled against her chest, she hid her eyes behind small hands. Hoping, perhaps, that I would not see her if she could not see me. It was an old closet–dusty and filled with long forgotten things stored for long forgotten reasons.
There she was.
I clambered over and around boxes to get to her. I squeezed into the small space beside her and gathered her into my arms, holding her head close to my beating heart. “I found you,” I whispered.
“I think my heart is broken,” she mumbled into my sweater, “It hurts.”
I rocked her gently. “It’s ok,” I soothed, “I found you. I’m here. It’s ok.”
For a timeless long time, we sat together rocking. Then, she turned her big, sad eyes to mine, “Am I safe now?”
And I answered, “We’ll stay here–together–until you know you are.”
She wore a cloak. It was comfortable and protected her from weather. Her cloak had many secret pockets and places to store anything she might need. She felt safe in the cloak. It gave her so much comfort–from winds and cold temperatures and prying eyes and hard surfaces. She loved her cloak. It was part of her…more important to her than any other possession.
She got so used to wearing the cloak that she decided to never unclasp it from her shoulder. It was easier to be too warm than to let go of the cloak’s safety. The cloak became part of her; she became part of the cloak. Over time, the cloak grew frayed. But she did not remove it. It was sometimes a burden, but, still, she could not remove it. She had grown dependent upon its secret pockets.
When she fell one day and hurt herself, the cloak had to be removed to give her aid. She resisted. She worried more for the loss of the cloak than she did for the ramifications of her injury. She struggled against the medics who insisted the cloak be cut away. She cried in fear at being exposed…
And what was underneath? Do you know? Do you know the feeling of wearing protection against the elements and world and the people in the world? Do you know the feeling of stashing parts of yourself in secret places that no one can find? Do you understand why someone would bear the burden of a cloak–even in warm weather–to prevent the anxiety and fear of being hurt? Continue reading “She Wore a Cloak–Awakening”