“From Here to There”

Blog – October 2024 –

Approximately 90 miles from Cuba, sits the tiny island of Key West. Key West is located on the Straits of Florida dividing the Atlantic Ocean to the east from the Gulf of Mexico to the west. It has it’s own “vibe” most definitely. An old historical island filled with repurposed, vintage cigar factories, restaurants and bars, shopping boutiques, art galleries, and a fair amount of legends’ and stories written about it in novels as well as the crusty authors who wrote and lived there. Probably a favorite stop for pirates in days gone by! I can’t forget to mention the iconic chickens who meander the streets inviting themselves in, just about everywhere. Bikes are big transportation downtown and I seem to remember them being parked throughout the tiny bustling city. Key West is a TRIP. It is also the “southern most point” of the continental United States and designated by a huge colorful landmark buoy, painted red, white and black. 

But, had I ever visited the Northern or most NW corner of the United States? Actually, No. I had seen Neah Bay on the map many times—but I didn’t ever remember venturing out to that tiny corner of the United States, which lies just outside the rugged terrain of Olympic National Park, of which I had hiked decades before and part of the ancient culture of the indigenous Makah Tribe.

It was an exceptionally beautiful fall day last Tuesday and I was inspired to drive the two plus hours west down Hwy 101 though the old logging and mill town of Port Angeles turning on to the windy state Hwy 112 towards Neah Bay. The road was not a fast drive, with many curves, rolling roads and hairpin turns. An old wagon road beginning back in the 1920’s had obviously been repaired many times over its existence and was still undergoing repairs today. There were signs warning of speed, slides, ice, and wildlife crossing, which is no joke up here. In the month since I arrived, I have witnessed two deer accidents—one by proxy—and one on my way to Neah Bay. I observed a guy loading a freshly hit dear into the back of his pickup. I guess in some places now, a “lead” Elk wears a collar and trigger’s flashing lights to warn drivers of the crossing herd. But, I digress . . . 

The scenic byway looks across the rough and blustery Straits of Juan de Fuca, much of the time, towards Vancouver Island, Canada. Along the drive you pass areas that have been completely logged out, rural “homesteads”, foothills, meadows/valleys, numerous rivers, campgrounds and beaches. The masculine feel of the Pacific Ocean and coast is never far away—and the coolness of the fog, mist and temperature looms as the sun tries hard to break its way onto the road through old growth forests and deciduous trees along the highway. At certain points the rainforest’s continual wetness is clearly visible as many of the trees and stumps have a variety of mosses and lichens growing from their branches and bark giving the whole scene a “Harry Potter” feel. The Olympic National Park’s temperate rainforest and ecosystem is a fascinating study all by itself, I thought to myself.

I had diligently packed a picnic lunch and remembered to bring it with me but as I drove into the small village of the Neah Bay and the tribal lands of the Makah people around lunch time, a banner announcing “FRESH FISH & CHIPS” caught my attention. My car as if on autopilot pulled into the deserted parking lot in front of the industrious looking fishing marina and next to the makeshift restaurant. This marina was not one of luxury yachts as I had observed in Ft. Lauderdale, but working fishing vessels of every size and color. The village itself, population 935 as of the 2020 census, was of a hard-working folk, unadorned, and hamlet subject to the brutal rain and winds of the Pacific Ocean coming from the west.  Neah Bay is simple, basic and modest with its array of pick-up trucks, crab pots and wandering but friendly dogs. I shared a couple pieces of beef jerky with one because she was soooo sweet!

You know some things you just can’t make up! While eating my utterly fresh and delicious lunch looking out towards the marina, another couple had stopped for their lunch as well. A conversation of small talk led to the discovery that Tom’s family grew up in the same area as I had, attended the University of Washington also and knew my sister, Caryl. What are the chances? He is a photographer now, his wife is a graphic designer and they live in Prague. Yes, that Prague—the capital of the Czech Republic! They were visiting family here. (smile)

Time began to move fast and I needed to be back to Sequim for an early dinner. Cape Flattery—a couple windy miles further up the road and a mile, and a half hike would put me to the edge of the United States. Or I could visit the Makah Cultural and Research Center Museum of the Makah Indian Nation. I chose the museum. 

I had been on a hunt for what the Indigenous people knew about “history before history”. I paid the $8.00 entrance fee and started the tour. Looking at the some of the 55,000 artifacts unearthed in the 1969-1970 archeological dig that had revealed itself during a fierce storm the winter before and reading placards along the way. It became evident that this poor village of Ozette (15 miles to the south) which was buried in a mudslide around 1700 had a hard existence but deep reverence for the natural world along with their strong spiritual beliefs. They lived at one with both the sea and mother nature. 

The exhibits talked about the seals and marine life—the fish—the salmon, the whales, wild berries and various plants that were used for smoking and cooking. Rocks were made into tools. So were the teeth of otters. A special dog-hair was woven into blankets. They made wooden storage boxes out of cedar, wove baskets out of cattail reeds and used big cedar canoes for their fishing expeditions. The museum even included a replica of a long-house where families lived and escaped the harsh weather. Grandmothers did most of the cooking. Seagull eggs were a favorite and staple. And the tribe’s name translates to “People who live by the rocks and seagulls.” Their tribal lands were carved up when Canada and the U.S., two governments, laid down their boundaries without consideration to the Makah People.

Looking at the books for sale in the gift store, a Makah elder spoke quietly to me. She said, “I don’t want to startle you.” I turned, honestly smiling, admitting I was so focused on the bookshelves, I hadn’t even noticed her sitting quietly on a bench. We chatted. She said, “It’s too bad we don’t have time for a cup of coffee.” I agreed. “I have to go and do this next tour group, they are waiting for me.” 

She gave me her email. I wish to remain in touch.

From Here to There . . . very different cultures, environments and points on the map. However, when we realize we are all one family, there will be peace. 

It is my hope. 

I will see this in my lifetime. 

I hope it is your dream, too.

And so it is.

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and helps others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – Pending

A SHOUT OUT TO TRUCKERS 📣 📣 📣

I don’t know if 18 wheelers and long distance carriers still have handles. I don’t know much about the whole industry, actually, but I do know that when I cross the country there are hundreds—thousands on the back roadways—freeways—or state highways. They also park in rest areas and truck parking—so many you can’t count as you pass by. I know that driving can’t be an easy lifestyle or way to make a living ’cause when you ain’t drivin’—you ain’t gettin’ paid.

It seemed there were more on the road that I can remember as I made this last cross-country trip. The companies are too numerous to recall—except for maybe the major lines. It really doesn’t matter. There are a hell-of-a-lot of independent drivers, too. Each truck in someway seems to carry the personality or energy of the driver inside. Now a days—I even see women behind the wheel. I’m sure there have always been a few, but it was definitely a man’s world. I have observed what appears to be husband and wife also. That makes me smile.

When I fill up with gas, I like an easy on-and-off. It cuts the time of my stop, not getting snarled in local traffic. When you’re doing 500-700 miles a day—sometimes more—minutes count. I mention this, because “Loves” is one stop that seems to innately understand and have placed their stations outside the city limits both for autos and trucks. Land was probably less expensive, too.  I’m sure I’m not alone, because most of the time they are pretty busy with the hustle and bustle of road warriors. LOL Time is not necessarily money in my case, it’s more like, “How tired am I going to be when I stop for the night?”

What I hear over the loud speaker is, “Customer 74, shower #5 is ready for you.” I can’t imagine taking a shower in a very nice gas station—but at the end of the day—a gas station. To their credit, the restrooms have always been clean. Thank you! It’s a tough job.

The trucks I pass and those that pass me, are painted now in beautiful scarlet reds, parakeet greens—and, cobalt blues. A few oriole yellow, tiger orange or the grape, violet or lilac purple. The major lines, pretty much all have their logos and graphics which carry the basic black, white and red—yellow and green colors. 

You’ve probable seen them a million times—and not given it a second thought. I know they all mean something—and it really doesn’t matter. I also know the history of organized crime behind this industry—but those are the boys at the top pulling the strings—and I would dare to guess not the ones behind the wheel making sure we have groceries in our cities and therefore in our homes to feed our families. This is a network that is vast and almost unfathomable. Everything ultimately seems to come by truck. I read a few years back that our roadways handle more than 2 million trucks on the road at any one time. 

In this world of chaos, the truckers stand for something. Certainly the Canadian truckers did. They took a stand and were penalized severely for standing up to tyranny. They warned us to be careful of governments selling CBDC’s and how quickly those who control the electronic world of bank accounts can freeze our own when we stand up for ourselves against the elite oligarchs. On a side note, don’t fall for the “safe and convenient narrative”.  Just saying. That’s something that can’t be lost on us. We also must read between the lines. We’re only a few feet away from the same fate. I could take a deep dive into many areas of our system today which need revamping. I see the corruption hanging on for life—but today—I want to extend my gratitude for the hours and dangers and sacrifices that truckers make to be sure the goods and services we all need are delivered in a timely fashion—no matter what the weather and political climate throws their direction. 

If you know or have a chat with a local driver, it might be nice to acknowledge his commitment for really a thankless job. Here’s a shout out to the millions of truck drivers who spend their days and nights on the asphalt highways crisscrossing America. They are really the modern-day cowboys. Thank you!

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – Pending

The Mayonnaise Jar

Do we in this hurried lifestyle always take time to enjoy the little things? Usually not, is my guess. We tell ourselves tomorrow. Next week. Next year. In the fall. Winter vacation. When the kids are in college. You name, it we have about a million reasons not to celebrate the smallest gestures which ultimately create our happiness and perhaps just a little more satisfaction in life. 

It seems it’s never the big events—although memorable in many ways—which usually occur with much fanfare and expectation—and can so often disappoint. As we begin the “official” summer season with the celebration of last week’s summer solstice, I urge you to plan a few simple, even spontaneous, cook-outs—picnics—camping—hiking—boating—swimming—car rides—parks—or adventures to see a few old friends—or new friends. Perhaps having cup a coffee or hamburgers on the grill might be ‘just what the Universe ordered’.  

I don’t know the original author. The Mayonnaise Jar is an old favorite of mine. Maybe yours, too? Needless to say, a good reminder to enjoy the moment. At the end of the day, it is these moments that make our life special—and so worth living our life. And summer is a perfect time for memories. If not now, when?

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar… and the coffee…

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.  When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.  He then asked the students if the jar was full.  They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.  He shook the jar lightly.  The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.  He then asked the students again if the jar was full.  They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  Of course, the sand filled up everything else.  He asked once more if the jar was full.  The students responded with an unanimous “yes.”

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.  The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ” I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.  The golf balls are the important things-your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions-things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.  The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.  The sand is everything else-the small stuff.”

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.  The same goes for life.  If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.  Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.  Play with your children.  Take time to get medical checkups.  Take your partner out to dinner.  Play another 18.  There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.  Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.  Set your priorities.  The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.  “I’m glad you asked.  It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – Pending

“PODville”

The packers, the loaders and the PODS filled the house and driveway bringing the Lauderdale-by-the-Sea chapter to a befitting close. It was a couple chaotic days as April 2022 came to an end and the pages of the calendar readied themselves to flip again. The house buzzed like a beehive but had the feeling of a three-ring circus. I was the ring master. Slowly, over a few days, the household was packed into small brown cardboard boxes, carried out box by box, and the contents carefully loaded into the empty white metal containers called PODS that had been delivered into my driveway a few days before. 

When you have a house full of furniture—and like what you have—and are unsure of the state of things to come, I made the decision to hold on to my household goods. Used furniture goes for pennies on the dollar—and replacement can be expensive. The problems of late with the supply chain, chip shortages for new cars, talk of upcoming food shortages—and mysterious food processing plant fires + the chaos happening worldwide as the dark pulls no punches, added into the sum of my decision to store my stuff. The traditional argument is always fortified around the expense of storage. True. There was no argument with that line of reasoning. However, taxes, skyrocketing homeowner’s insurance, rising utilities, and maintenance of a home were expensive too—and this certainly replaced those monthly expenses. I was ahead of the game.

By the time the PODs were delivered to my driveway, my plans couldn’t be hidden any longer—they were in full view for all. I had purposely kept things under the radar to prevent gossiping and nosey neighbors from parading through my home and the cacophony of questions, opinions, and perspectives that would undoubtedly follow.  My friends passing by stopped in surprise with the appearance of the PODs and by my unexpected decision. One enquiring mind asked, “Where do the PODS Go?” I smiled, and replied, “they go to PODville.” “What?” she said. I laughed. I knew there was a giant warehouse somewhere—where all pods are stored, but my imagination soared at this moment and the image in my minds-eye gave me a picture of “PODville” where all pods live. It reminded me of a story in a Dr. Seuss book. To make it even more Seuss-like, two different men named each named “Mike”, participated in the PODs delivery and pickup—I named them Mike #1 and Mike #2.  Maybe this blog should be called The Things I will Learn? Maybe just cosmic humor.

What happens in PODville? Do the Pods have names? Mine only had numbers. Who else lives in PODville? Did the gnomes and fairies ever visit? Did they have nicknames? Do they tell stories of where they have been, what they have heard and who they’ve met? I saw a busy grid system and the Pods at the center of this bustling terminal.  A personification of the POD for sure—like Mike Mulligan and his steam shovel.

It was fun to place myself into this childlike wonder for a few minutes as the many months before had been hectic and the continuing stressful climatic closing was still, it would turn out, more than a week away. The sale had been filled with more theatre than a soap opera and more than enough drama to last me a lifetime; it took “stressful” to a new level.

And so it goes that PODville is where my stuff lives now—lamps and books, and cookware and dishes and rugs and linens and . . .  memories. All stored for a bit until the clouds and mist clear and I know what’s next for me, when the page is turned, and the next chapter begins. In the meantime—I guess I am in my own POD—lol—a rented room in Boca—a pause, with a ginger cat I call P.J. Oh, The Things I will Learn.

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling, is a Reverend & Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – coming soon!

Too Many Moving Parts

One day “yes”. Seemly hours later another answer which confused me. Some things made no sense.  I am staying here. I am going. Yes. No. I don’t know. More options. There were no straight answers lately and life was happening very fast. It was stressful.

This was my own life as of late, but conversations with those I talk to regularly were also happening at the speed, of well, “Cosmic Light.” I clearly didn’t even understand how one minute a decision was made with good intention—and almost within hours it evaporated—and another scenario and another mile marker appeared as if speeding down the galactic interstate at 90+ mph. 

There are still some things however, that have not revealed themselves and I am okay with that as I wait now for what’s next.  I have shared with a few close friends that I feel I am looking through the mist and clouds, not sure where the road is leading me at this moment.  Are the quantum potentials also moving into this new paradigm as the old timeline no longer applies or dissolves? Yes. What potentials lie in the field just outside the purview of my knowing? How could they not be? Everything is entangled with everything, yet we hardly understand it’s meaning or implications and how it truly affects us and the lives we are living.

  Are we participating, as some have suggested, in multiple timelines—and this new developing energy is still riding the bumpy wave to multiplicity almost akin to a magic carpet flying through the air and experiencing severe air currents and not sure where or how to land? It seems so! We are all being taken to another level for which we have never seen or experienced here on Earth. And, the sorting and sifting must occur in the realms of energy, plasma, and infinite potentials first as we reveal,  manifest and bring into being “Whats next” for us all.

A few years ago now, Kryon talked about “smart furniture” rearranging itself. We would go to work, and come home, and the furniture in the house was different—everything was in a different place. We put it back, yet it rearranged itself once again on its own. I heard his message but clearly did not understand what it truly meant or how it would apply in real time, to me or to us. It seems that the energy of these multidimensional potentials and multiple timelines was taking charge—and we had given permission for it lifetimes ago—or certainly decades ago at the level of our soul-selves. We were determined to make the leap, and we were all swimming “in the soup” right now!

I received a call from a friend who was in Costa Rica. Set to return, a DHL plane taxied off the runway, and the tail came off when the plane tipped over. You can only imagine the drama and excitement—flight delays and ultimately cancellation of their flight that day.  She was asking my opinion. I told her that everything moving forward had already energetically happened, and the changes were now happening within our 3D/multiD transition. We were catching up in the physical earth plane. 

I stopped, and said, yes, that’s what’s been happening. Then, everything was suddenly clear in the moment and explained the craziness happening to my schedule/plans/agreements or whatever you call daily life and many others’ too. There were too many moving parts. I suddenly was given the visual of one of those calendars the animators used in the Saturday morning cartoons—-flipping so, so fast. And Bugs Bunny asking, “What’s up Doc?”

We are in the shift of consciousness. We know not how it will look in our lives. Everything is happening at the speed of Light. We called for it. We feel it. We know it. And we are “in it” now. This is the power of Source Energy contained within our being. Move forward with Faith, and Love knowing that everything is in perfect order. Mostly though, Keep Shining Your Light. And so it is.

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – coming soon!

What was that? Multidimensional Awareness happening NOW? 

I set out about 5:00 pm to walk about 40 minutes; certainly not a long distance marathon, but one that would allow me to release a stressful phone conversation with my friend Brad regarding the new Delta variant.  It was a nice Northwest kind of summer day—about 75º, the sun going in and out behind the clouds. This was a walk I had been enjoying almost every afternoon as of late.  

Many bicycles, and an occasional horse and rider shared this paved walking path—which was my normal experience each day.  Today, I had passed a couple initially on my way ‘out’. The husband/father was in the lead and attached to his bike, a child carrier. The mother/wife was following on her own bike close behind. Both had helmets—she a pink T-shirt with bold white letters—and as we quickly passed each other, exchanged friendly smiles and hellos.

I had reached my turning point and was headed back to the car. About halfway down the Centennial Trail-path, I saw the family of three approaching. We were in opposite “lanes” this time. They had put on music, which audibly grabbed my attention. It seemed like a good-ole 70’s melody, but a bit odd on a nature trail, I reasoned. I smiled to say hello again, and my eyes were pulled to the bike trailer in tow. This time I had a good look at the child in the carrier. She looked,11ish, wearing black slacks, a pink bubblegum colored shirt, but clearly a special needs child.

 My thoughts were of love, and the acceptance and devotion these parents clearly had for their daughter. However, it is what happened next, that startled me. As the trio breezed past me, and I felt a tremendous, almost haunting chill. It was a chill that hung with me for a very long time—minutes—and even made my head feel peculiar; that third-eye pineal trigger. It was the same feeling I noticed when I was around a channeling from Kryon—or other huge multidimensional energy groups at a few of the esoteric conferences I had attended over the years. But that had context, and something I “understood”; it just happened at those times, and I accepted the mystery behind such feelings.

 So, what had just happened? I continued to walk, a bit shaken, at least surprised and mildly confused, still feeling the tremendous wave of body chills. It wasn’t a ghost for god’s sake, the child was resting comfortably in the black bike trailer, listening to tunes, being carried along by her parents—in the middle of a nature trail—with similes and love. 

I had an encounter at a traffic light with a homeless woman a number of years ago—and when our eyes met, I recognized an angelic presence. I saw it in her eyes; colorless, invisible and no physical form, but affected me deeply in the moment and today. (I have chills, big, big chills again as I type this last sentence. Confirmation?) I believe, the souls of our individual angelic fragments touched this afternoon with no agenda. I saw love. She felt love and so did I. It must have been a divine-cosmic love, for there is no designation; no naming. No context to place in a box. It simply exists in a space within the space; somewhere in the depths of our inner-being, and we shared something big.

 I experienced “something” out of this 3D reality, that has no words, yet is as real as the path I walked, the fresh air I was breathing, and the trees that surrounded me. Did we change each other? I can’t answer that. I don’t even know what it was. This was a new experience for me. I felt there was something much bigger that I had participated in—and I wonder what will come next? I am curious. And, yet, there is also a part of me that planned this encounter—that is out of time and space—and certainly out of the intellectual understanding our brain and ego so enjoy and often times need or require. 

Multidimensional energies cannot be sorted, numbered, placed or labeled. I like to call these things magic. So out of the realm of what we expect, know and comprehend. Did her parents know how she affected others? Or was the afternoon bike ride something they just did on a summery Northwest day—as the sun filtered through the trees and the blue sky and clouds began to close the day? You fill in the blank. 

Magic and Us; Are You a Wizard or a Muggle?

The world has been in turmoil. It has separated so many people and things into really two camps—or multiple aspects on whatever the subject or issue happens to be moment by moment, day by day—as one world dissolves, and another one is born. 

I want to step away from that reality and open the door to a world of magic. Magic, as a verb is defined as: move, change, or create by or as if by magic. What if we were the magic—hidden from ourselves—until the time of now? We need only to believe in our own transformation. 

Is this another world—yet exists within our world too? It takes only imagination to say, what if? What if all is not how it seems? Go ahead, take your wand—and create from a level of possibility, liberation and the new.

We have always enjoyed fairy tales that contain magical elements. In the story of Harry Potter, the world is divided into the wizards and muggles. Is our world shaped that way? Was this really the Hopi prophecy’s message? Or other indigenous from around our globe? Are they the original wizards? Did they have sight far beyond what most of us have today? Is this the new world pulsing, waiting, and pushing us to step over the threshold and enter through the multidimensional doorway which is ours for the asking? Is a small voice begging us to pierce this 3D illusion and create something we haven’t yet been able to see? Can we? Will we believe? And when we do, what will we discover? What will we learn?

Once we enter that world of our magic—we’ll never be able to go back; unlearning is impossible.  Our sight will have changed. Our insights—knowledge and understanding—expanded. This is the world of the unseen, a world of knowing. Is it a world we have been waiting for—and many who watch us from ‘the other side of the veil” are excited about what they “see”.  It is the world of timelessness, unconditional love, empathy, oneness—and what they call the void. Something we don’t’ understand; yet many of us feel it, and the excitement is growing. It is the language of Lights; the third language.  Something that exists beyond space and time, but here now—waiting. There is a magic about you—that is all your own.

Let’s turn the page. What if our instructions given in the energy of yesteryear were never meant to remain static? Does the graduate still cling to the primer? Recognizing our participation in the cosmic experiment somehow makes more sense. It gives us a much bigger picture of our connectedness to each other and a bigger part of who we actually are, and the ability within to create anything we wish.  The experiment of Divinity—that which is nameless but known by a thousand names, is the energy that we are part of. We know water seeks its own level and water rises collectively. We must do this together. When we turn the dial of the kaleidoscope, what can we see? What does the wizard know?

Yes, we are surrounded by Cosmic energy, that can read our thoughts.  How about knowing our hurts and wounds, and realize our potentials? Are our thoughts, wishes, desires, and pure intent our magic wand? We have only to wave our magic wand across our intentional focus of what we desire, and we can manifest our reality. Is that power now stronger? Are you in the wizard orbit or the muggle rotation? Our beliefs become our reality you know.

Can your beliefs stretch, and incorporate that we are seeded from the stars? That we were given the spark of divine roots, and it is contained in our multidimensional DNA. The muggles call it junk. The wizards call it quantum. 

If we could pull back our left brain—what could we see? Is it possible to feel the cosmic bliss of unconditional love? Is it possible to “know” that we are surrounded by loving benevolent energy appearing as colors of lights? And, when we are not here—we just may be one of those lights? We are recognized by our colors, you know.

If we exist in a multidimensional Universe—then we ourselves are multidimensional. And, if we are multidimensional, what is possible wizard? You are the alchemical miracle of the Universe.

“When you place a limited paradigm over a complex one, you only get partial answers. But those in the limited paradigm don’t know it. They think they’re complete, and their thinking is clear. If all you can do is add and subtract, and you try to compute complex physics problems, you’re going to get very simple and inaccurate answers. But if all you can do is add and subtract, then you’ll never know they’re inaccurate, will you?”

We are the Magus—the Magician—and the creator of our own lives. Things are not always as they seem, but I wave my magic wand and leave you with the astute words of Pamela Eakins, author of Kabbalah and Tarot of the Spirit, so you can claim the wizard inside, the marvelous mystery of our own creative evolution. Remember, you are the wizard and the wand. 

May I consciously create force and form in my life.

May I transcend all bondage and know I am free.

May I love with freedom and respect, wisdom and compassion

opening ever-wider to greater forms of love.

May my love form the groundwork for all thought and action.

May I realize the expansion of my own possibility.

May I tap the universal source of limitless potential.

May all my actions reflect wisdom.

May my wisdom mirror the still reflective sea

gently cradled in the mountainous regions of my soul.

May I Open to Receive the Key of the Magus—Magician.

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About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Certified Holistic Health Coach in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease, relationships, spirituality, and loss. Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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Part II – Mystical Peruvian Adventure 2019

I have now been back home from Peru for ten days. And, to quote a friend, it is a “cultural experience—not a vacation when we undertake such adventures.” I feel like I am still catching up. I know I was physically exhausted, but it seems that I am inter-dimensionally tired as well; an undefined transformational shift within.

The biggest physical challenges came from being above 4000 meters much of the time. And for those of us living at sea level—an immediate jump to 13,500 feet and beyond brought effects of altitude challenges that our human bodies face when unaccustomed to such rapid altitude adaptations. Although many discount the energetic factors, as no more than one’s imagination—it was very real for most of us. This was a mystical trip and our DNA is not simply a chemical molecule. It is a multi-dimensional piece of divinity—and I certainly had given intent for that opening. Something was happening!

The privilege to visit ancient history and presence of two of the twelve nodes, now “open” at, Lake Titicaca and Machu Picchu, affects one in ways that are indescribable—for our language and culture have little understanding of multi-dimensional phenomenon and in some instances ignores the possibility all together. Yet there is more to us than what we see in the mirror—and one day science will validate this quantum field we live in, that surrounds us, and is the bigger part of who we are, all contained in our DNA; aka our “God molecule”. This was part of the trip too. 

But, the nodes we visited and the experiences we had, often escapes our conscious awareness, as we flew over the Nazca lines, hiked around Macahuasi, explored Cusco, Tombomachay, Sacsaywaman, the Sacred Valley and participated in the Q’ero Ceremonies. I believe it affected us all in profound ways that revealed themselves through our ego’s fear, emotional breakdowns, physical effects of altitude, purging, courage and strength about who we are and its amplification. There was no hiding. I’m sure there is more to come!

All that aside, in the end, it was the human component of the people who live there that touched me the most. For the most part, their lives are “simple” full of hardships and lifestyles which time-warp into generations past. The Peruvians we interacted with were genuine, and a heart filled people. This was portrayed in the behavior and attitude of the various guides, the local people, the hotel owners—and in a surprise visit to a village school. 

There seemed to be a softer energy vibration in the feminine Southern Hemisphere and it was palatable.   Perhaps, it is with their sincere connection to the earth—the Cosmic Mother—Pachamama and the Pachatata—Cosmic Father and the realization of a higher consciousness playing in the mix; much more than our daily 3D experience can explain away. We are entangled as One—with everything; the mountains, the lakes and rivers and oceans; the animals, the flora, the fauna and the Energy of the Sun—as central source to our being unseparated from our cosmic roots.   This concept seems foreign for most of Westerners’ belief. Everything is connected to everything: our thoughts, attitudes, intentions and our connection the Earth—Gaia—technically its own “Soul Group.” We are part of the cosmic soup!

One early morning we met a man, who was the hotel owner, Mr. Jorge Luis Delgado.  Michelle, our guide and shamanic leader for this adventure, introduced us at breakfast as we sat eating as a group.  We greeted him in the normal American-European way, asking him how he was. He took a few moments, and then explained the traditional Incan greeting: “I see the Light in You and Your Magnificence. The Light in Me, greets the Light in You.”

In the end, the group of new friends from around the world, and the Peruvian smiles, generosity of heart and loving ways and graciousness is what I will always remember—long after the physical exhaustion and multi-dimensional challenges that accompanied my mystical adventure to Peru. It is the verification of our Light—that radiates in us ALL. 

What adventure is waiting for you?

 

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Certified Holistic Health Coach in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease, relationships, spirituality, and loss. Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

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Peruvian Mystical Journey

As I sit at the keyboard this morning, many things are circulating through my brain—and are on my “to-do” list. The Universe has been my travel agent. My upcoming trip to Peru has come to pass because of an antique chandelier that just sold after 15 years of waiting; it was sent back to the antique gallery after my husband filed for divorce; waiting for this moment of divine timing. Right NOW? My instinct and intuition said “yes”. 

The urge to visit Peru has been growing stronger over the last few years. I am more drawn to this energy—than that of India or the Middle East. And, I am excited to be sharing this adventure with the twenty others from around the world, that have heard the call to be there as well. Even my horoscope yesterday said, “You are ready for a transformation . . . with the Aquarius moon in your eighth house of transformation.” I also drew a tarot card for this launch, as I do with many important things—and received Sister Fire. Among other things, Fire Sister is “aligned with the tides and currents of the Cosmos and supported by all the cosmological powers that have ever been. She participates brilliantly in the course of cosmological evolution.” Wow, could it be so?

Michelle Karén is leading this adventure. She is a world class quantum astrologer and initiated Shaman—identified by the Q’eros as a reincarnation of a former Incan Princess back in 2004.  She has been traveling to Peru for almost twenty years and has many connections to the Shamanic world and other personal unworldly experiences; unexplainable in our understanding of 3D reality on the earth plane today. 

We will visit Lima, Cusco, Lake Titicaca, (Bolivia), The Island of the Sun, and of course Machu Picchu; that 15th century stone city tucked into a mountain-ringed valley high in the Andes. We will travel by bus to Ica, fly over the Nazca Lines followed by a visit to Dr. Cabrera’s Museum of Stone. There will be a horse ride to Macahuasi; we will board a train to Ollantaytambo. The Sacred Valley has a magic poncho store we will visit and several museums to learn about the Incas and Pre-Colombian history. We will experience a Ceremony and initiation in the Q’enco Temple with a Peruvian Shaman and watch women in Chinchero weave and dye llama wool. We will visit the Muru Door.  There will be many more sites, stops, and magic, along the way. 

The altitude and remote conditions will be challenging—as well as stepping back in history about 500 years from life as we know it in 2019 in the United States, Europe and Canada. We have several items on our list that I don’t usually include when I pack for my adventures—including toilet paper, a camel back pouch for bottled water and climbing/walking poles; altitude sickness pills, charcoal to absorb internal toxins and disinfectant as protection for us, to help our fragile modern, cleansed and sanitized immune systems as we step backwards in time, where no such health or environmental safeguards exist. 

It is a trip of polarities—beautiful breath-taking sites rich in history that I have only seen in pictures and read about, but also filled with caution about robberies and kidnappings from the very streets we will be exploring some days.  We will begin at Sea-level and reach elevations above 12,000 ft. The trip includes modern transportation—and ancient forms of travel, such as mules to assist us.  Rain and Sun. Climate temperatures: cold and hot.  The trip will be filled with surprises along the way that I cannot anticipate, as I sit at my dining room table this day.

 Yet, I believe this is the next step in my evolution—helping me—learning, teaching—remembering— breaking new ground to help humanity and what’s next for me on my Life’s journey as we round the bend, looking forward to the new incoming energies of 2020 and beyond. There are some trips that change you forever. They are trips of a lifetime. I believe this is one. Let this adventure begin! 

Reflect for a moment, and then ask yourself, what untamed adventure seeks to be explored in you? After all, “Life is a tapestry woven by the decisions we make.”

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About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Certified Holistic Health Coach in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease, relationships, spirituality, and loss. Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)