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)

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Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – coming soon!

Flint Sharpens Iron

Is our life built in a series of blocks—or segments beyond the obvious labeled childhood, youth, young adult, middle age and senior years? 

Yes, it seems that life can be painfully apparent that way, but could it be more? As I walked back into my bedroom this morning, it hit me with such clarity. Had each segment been building on the other—and when I finally “got it” or “it” had passed some expiration point— a quantum leap to what was next suddenly happened. That was a yes. One chapter closed, and dynamic Cosmic energy then swiftly carries us to the next episode, at the time unknown or realized by us, until it come to pass. Simply speaking when we get the nudge. Sometimes with exasperation and sometimes with excitement we are pushed forward in our life’s journey; one that is uniquely ours and designed for us and by us.

Do our unexpected occurrences and surprises in our jobs, education and relationships with everything we experience along the way built our character, like flint against steel? The moving blocks are not all the same size, texture, or shape. How could they be? They’re not even square. How 3D! They jump and move and morph dancing like unseen faeries in the energy field propelled by our intentions, wants, and desires. Sometimes they’re visible—sometimes we can’t see them at all. But, they push, push and push us forward into segments we know as time blocks, plotted for us, both in and ‘out of time’. And, often times we feel like we have been tossed by the torrential currents of a 220 line or the direct hit of a lighting bolt. Sometimes we feel like the cartoon character with stars circling around our head, a bit dazed.

In childhood, I was the neighborhood babysitter. I spent hours with kids in my care. Later, I worked at Dairy Queen, Woolworths in downtown Seattle, and painted houses in college. My first job after graduating from the University of Washington was with, believe it or not, Pfizer. Looking back, I wouldn’t have tolerated today, what I put up with then. My direct boss, a man from the back woods of Virginia, most definitely needed a good therapist. It was before the days of “organic” and before the first Whole Foods opened it’s doors in Austin, Texas. And hark, I was the first “woman” hired for the Seattle team. I supported my ex-husband in his schooling—and when he opened his practice 12+ years later. We moved a least dozen times along the way. Each move sharpening that flint and iron. When we lived, both in Des Moines, Iowa and El Paso, Texas, the worst and most terrifying storms—tornado, dust or thunder and lightening—snow, always—always—came when my husband was out of town or on-call. I stood alone by myself.  In Iowa you were a “new comer” if your family hadn’t been there at least three generations. That’s also were I hurt my back and ended up in traction in the hospital for four long days. I lost a baby there too. We were outsiders. In El Paso, I tried to find the commissary on Ft. Bliss just after arriving for a four-year stint—only to find out there were no street signs or marked buildings. After numerous attempts to find the Army’s “grocery store”, and with my then very young son in our old used Volvo, I pulled over and burst into tears.  

Flint and steel. Each block building on the last. They sometimes appear to be out of sequence or order. Motherhood teaches you immense things, and when we realize we haven’t brought children into the world—but souls destined to be here, our view of life once again turns as it builds into greater grander truths and wisdom—gathering, gathering gathering—and seeking always more.

Our experiential experiences teach us. They mold us. They give us very real, but intangible things we label as independence, sovereignty, and courage, as we discover our passions and learn about ourselves. We learn to employ the intellect, but depend on our innate, divine wisdom and gut. These magical places hold and know things that the brain does not understand, or that make no sense to the logical left hemisphere for they are outside of the rational and logical analysis, linear understanding and exist in a place outside of time. They come from a place we cannot remember, and do not know.

We all have a “what’s next” for us. For me, it is a new adventure into uncharted territory. I am leaving Florida, and as I write this, the turmoil of the world is accelerating. The chaos of the “plandemic” has cooled for the moment. The supply chains are being threatened. The digital financial plan is fuzzy, but looming. But, in this uncertainty, I know that I am guided—as are you. And, the blocks that are lives are built upon continue to grow—hardly noticeable by us, until we step back and see the strength, and courageousness, and fortitude we are, knowing all along that quantum steel and flint have been forged creating those divine sparks we never saw. And, I am ready. You are ready! We are ready!

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!

We Are Part Of The Field

If we can’t see something, does that mean it doesn’t exist? What if that something we can’t see, physically feel or touch does exist but is out of the range of our five senses yet impacts our lives?

The dog whistle is used for canines. Your dog may respond to this form of communication, but it is out of our range. Does it really exist even though we can’t hear it? The dog seems to think so; because his very response, makes it so.

Love is a quantum attribute. It is also invisible. We feel the energy between another, but we are often mystified by it’s appearance, attraction, and disappearance. Is it real? And if so, how do you categorize love? We can’t seem to put it into a box—or really understand it’s attributes, yet we all believe in love, especially when we are touched by it.

We could say the same about magnetics, gravity and the disturbance caused by a tornado or hurricane—the swirling energy of air—and the changes with density, dynamics, and determination (forcefulness). It is powerful, and destructive. It is also benevolent. It cools us on warm days and invigorates us on chilly days. Does it respond to us, to our changes, fears, and consciousness? Does it have awareness of such things?

Is it possible that there is no veil? Is it possible that we are not separated from all we know, and all we don’t? Is it possible that this exchange of energy is happening—always, at all times, all places whether we have awareness of it or not? Is there a field of Energy and Light in which a part of us is always participating, and up until recently, we have not realized its importance or function? Is this the spiritual part—our connection to the God-particle within? And just because we can’t perceive it, can we believe it is there to help us? To give us the answers to questions we seek. To guide us, love us and connect us as One while here in human form?

Step into the world of the magical. We have always been a part of this—invisible world, but for most of us totally unaware of our participation in it.

This is the magic of belief, transformation and co-creation and “What-if”?

It is almost as we are always connected to the “Mother Ship”, which I will call Source Energy.

 I think the biggest realization—is that it’s a two-way connection. We are always giving—AND receiving—participating in this benevolent energy field of information and knowledge; and the wisdom of knowing this is so.  And if the Universe always tells us YES. It’s important that we must be mindful of our thoughts, wishes and desires and what we repeat to others or voice out loud. We must also remember that “YES” may come in a package that we don’t recognize. Then we find ourselves disappointed. It’s important to turn the Divine Kaleidoscope to see the gifts at times. 

The connection with the “Other side” assures we are connected with ALL on the planet. This collective begins to shift when we help ourselves—knowing that because we are connected as one, we are helping another, by just being. It is our love that binds us together—even to one on the other side of the world—a stranger who is in need of help.

The Light, we hold inside, is the force of divine power—and our God-magnificence. It is our choice to use this for good, wisely and of service to ourselves and to others. Random thoughts in a world connected by the invisible force of the field—benevolent—loving—and whether we can see it or not—intimately connected to that multidimensional part of our DNA, pineal and heart; us. That force that we cannot see but, are always transmitting—and always there. Even our loved ones, are all accessible, as part of the cosmic soup of our eternal existence. Can we call them transmissions from home? Messages? What are you receiving today? What is your intuition telling you?

“Blessed are the Humans who look for unseen things that are intuitive but not yet accepted into the reality of life. They will be rewarded with knowledge and wisdom, and will become the forerunners of the newest sciences on the planet.” ~Kryon

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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Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – coming soon!

Sensing the Bigger Picture

“That man from Sulphur Creek had spoken the truth when telling how cold it sometimes got in the country. And he had laughed at him at the time! That showed one must not be too sure of things.” 

Jack London, To Build A Fire

Have Masks become the new religion or even scarier, a brainwashing technique to control and enslave a population or an entire world? Remember the Borg? “Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.” There are a few of us, in the minority, that have resisted this collective mind control. Scientific studies show face masks represent no benefit in stopping the transmission of COVID-19, and yet there is belief and a pushed fanatical narrative that they offer protection against the virus. The timbre keeps getting louder with greater intensity as the dangerous narrative grows extremely ferocious.

I believe I hold my own power within.  Something deep inside my being cannot comply. It is as if my soul vowed and screamed, “Never again! “  Did you know? For over four centuries, the church “briddled” women to silence them in the presence of men. (Horrific and tragic considering women were respected as the spiritual arm of the couple and community in Lemuria.) Puritan Pilgrims in the early days of this country were also forced to wear metal masks while being severely punished, for offenses when “free thinkers” violated their cultural or religious values, or if you were identified as a witch. There were still others who used metal masks and devices to silence those imprisoned throughout history, including captured African slaves. Masks were for torture and punishment—for enforced compliance and control. Here we are again, the mandated use of face masks to represent a “culture of silence, slavery, and social death.” 

Souls have been transitioning from this flu—and all dis-ease for lifetimes. However, for this particular flu, the mantra on an unspoken level is this invisible enemy will kill you. Yes, people have died. But which is a better death?  Is a long battle with cancer a better death? What about complications from diabetes? A stoke? A car accident? Are we responsible for these deaths too? Remember, we are eternal and forever, playing our part as human beings in a test of energy (consciousness). We cannot cause someone to leave or die. We do not have that power. We come and we go and we come and we go—cycling on and off the planet. We cannot see the bigger picture, plan or potential, but only a few pixels at best. In fact, all illness and disease comes from within—and our higher-self and our Soul are in charge. We are here to learn and grow and find the God inside. Disease does not exist in a high-consciousness soul. There is something bigger at play.

Yet, have you ever noticed that the Church takes responsibility for your soul? The Government for your finances? (We’ll take care of you. Did you receive your $600.00 dollar check?) and our Sickcare Healthcare system for your health. Isn’t it high time we take responsibility upon ourselves? 

Let’s start with those pointless masks—unless of course you want to be enrolled even deeper as a slave to Mr. Global—whoever that massless group is! I’ll call it brainwashing. BTW, the characteristics of brainwashing are: mental dependency, psychological addiction, mental imprisonment. Also, throwing away your inner voice or intuitive guidance.  Handing over decision making in an area to someone or something else is also on the list. What about having an unquestioning absolute acceptance of one source or group? Let’s call that deep programing by the media that blasts the fear minute by minute 24/7—and when it seems to ease—changes the game and rules to include things such as “asymptomatic carriers” and never mind about the 99% who recover from this flu. What about the extensive censorship of people who disagree with this narrative? Or those that have been murdered? Why?

Yes, I do believe it was engineered by man. I do believe it “escaped” prematurely from the Lab. I believe both China and, I’m sorry to say, USA were involved. Isn’t it interesting that Bill Gates and Anthony Fauci were talking about a pandemic since 2015? Did they have a crystal ball or have they been involved in its development from the beginning? The virus, test kits and “so called” vaccine are all patented—and many stand to profit billions. The hardest part in this diabolical plan was getting people enrolled into the funnel for the chemical vasectomy to our divinely designed RNA. Some of the most educated are even finding that this doesn’t even meet the definition of a vaccine. But, fear solved that problem, didn’t it? Many, many are getting their “vaccine” despite no benefits of immunity, resistance, or life returning to normal. Where is the common sense?

The evidence doesn’t support mask wearing, but brainwashing does. So does social distancing. So does separating everyone and creating fear—to the invisible enemy. Throughout history, men of power have enslaved and controlled others. This is the fight between Light and Dark. It is a wake-up call to the masses.  Our strength is our Light and Love. We can’t be in fear and Love at the same time. What will you choose?

As a good friend of my says, “Those who sit in the circle of their own creation are the ones who are peaceful.” Seek answers from within. Question everything, and know you are a piece of God. No man, vaccine or mask can give you anything that you don’t already have inside. Go there. Find your strength and protection there. Step out of fear and into Love. After all, Love is the greatest power in the Universe and for Us—and it will overcome whatever obstacle we face—even a plandemic!

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)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – coming soon!

Willard

You know, every once in a while, someone comes along—and you have a hard time forgetting them. Maybe it’s a lover? A teacher? A bestie from school? Willard was none of those things, but an unforgettable pillar of strength, courage and love.

I had picked up (another) Cathy in Denver. We knew each other from the Pineal Tones choirs, and she offered to join me on the last leg of my journey home. I wanted to camp,  and being by myself in the woods—didn’t seem like such an astute idea. There was always safety in numbers, right?

So, at her suggestion, we had landed at the Loft Mountain Campground, which is part of the Shenandoah National Park in Virginia, also known as The Blue Ridge Mountains. The forecast called for rain, this particular Wednesday, our first day in the park, so we ventured off to Mt. Vernon—beloved home of George Washington, and a figure near and dear to my heart. The next day, we agreed to hike down to what was called

Lower Doyles River Falls, weather cooperating. And, so it was that we set off down the trail to the falls. We were just getting started when we came upon an older gentleman standing off the path dressed appropriately in hiking boots, and wearing long hiking style khaki pants, buttoned shirt, army green fishing vest, cap and glasses on a cord hanging around his neck. We stopped to say hello, and he showed us a small acorn under his magnifying glass. He confided that he was an artist—but seemed somewhat shaken after our conversation—as we parted ways—-asking if it was alright if we gave him a hug good-bye.

I had seen him at his campsite when we slowly drove the asphalt drive into the campground, looking for the spot to we would call home for the next three days. However—somehow his apparent circumstances stood out from the “normal” RV,  family, couple or weekend hiker; he was sorting things at his picnic table, as we passed by.

After our “chance” encounter, we visited him several more times, and invited him to our campsite two nights later to enjoy the campfire. He shared his artwork, which was neatly contained in a folder. His story seems unremarkable—just a guy traveling by himself—camping—until you realize that he was 86 years old and had gotten wind that “they” were getting ready to place him in a nursing home. What, I thought? There was nothing about this man that warranted placing him in a facility for the aged or ill. He

 shared that he had lived in Vermont for 40+ years—built his home there. His wife of many years had passed several years before and he had a daughter who lived in the LA area. He had a sister that wanted him to live with her in Virginia.

Getting wind of obviously someone’s else’s plans for him, he told us that he bought a copy of Consumer Reports—found the most reliable and economical car they advised and traded in his old one. He found a close-out tent for $24.00 and collected the rest of the miscellaneous camping supplies he would need—and off he went. Arizona was where he spent last winter and felt he would be heading back that way when the weather began to turn. He knew he didn’t want to be around the inclement winters because as he said, he didn’t want to slip on the ice and break a hip.

My mind since, has reflected back to my own Mother and her circumstances and her desire to live her remaining days in her home; a wish my brother-in-law refused to honor. Things are not always as they seem. But, Willard’s story brings up many ideas about parking people in nursing homes—when they are in fact vibrant, and “not ready” to be housed in group homes. Where is the freedom to choose? And, where does that truth lie?

As we were parting good-bye, we wished him well on his journey. He wished us well too. There was a soul connection and something profound and unspoken, we all knew; we could feel it. We also knew that there would be no way to remain in contact; this was it. No email. A sister’s address for legal purposes. A flip phone with limited airtime. No text. I had the knowing it was just the way it was meant to be. As we said our good-byes, he stopped. “You know, on the trail, that first day, I was a bit shaken,” he confided. I had witnessed his welling-up but had said nothing. I saw your light, he said, and it startled me. I smiled and so did Cathy. “I am keeping this as a reminder, he softly noted looked us in the eyes and then slid the tiny acorn into his shirt pocket. I smiled again and gave him another hug. We walked away.

Ironically, the acorn, is a symbol of strength and power. That was who he was—and that was what he held in his hand. It is the same for us. No matter where our life starts—or from our own humble beginnings, we All have the ability, just like the Willard and the tiny acorn. We have the strength like the mighty oak; it’s not inside some of us. It’s inside All of us! We need only to believe. Namasté

 

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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

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Neutrality and the Observing Participant

Sometimes, things just literally fall out in front of us—always at the right time—and with purpose; something we need. Last night, I pulled a book off my shelf and quite literally, a typewritten paper fell into my lap. I found its message “timeless.” And, so very apropos. I was at the end of my divorce. It was a most upsetting change my life was taking—but one I knew at a deep level was necessary for my growth and expansion as the soul I was. I don’t think I could have verbalized it in those terms, but my soon to be ex-husband and I were complete; our journey together was over. 

We are all faced with many changes currently. As I reflect on all the changes and chaos happening on every level of our personal lives and those of our nation, and the world, it seems like great advice to all: can we be the neutral observer?  We are all being called to seek something better, (our Truth) higher (vibrationally) and grander, aligning with our divine nature. In turn, these changes in our lives will bring us deeper understanding, greater wisdom, more love for each other and compassion action for ourselves and humanity—the mission of our evolutionary path.  I stand in vulnerability and transparency. And, perhaps, a way-shower and a better future. I share the channeling by Sally Baldwin from March of 2006 as a way to empower you! 

“It is most astute Cathy that you realize and know deep within yourself that this experience is nothing more than an energetic one. Yes, you walk through certain scenarios that you must in the physical world, but you need not give it undue attention. Deal with it, as you must, as you are. But, do not go overboard in the sense of weight that you allow it to take. It is not an important point here, as much as you see it as something so pivotal to you and your life. This really is a moment that is allowing you to go to a place of unbelievable connection and faith. And so in that being, it must be one of the most  considerable events of your life from the aspect of energy—not from what you deal with in the physical. So remind yourself of this. The two are not often so connected as many in human form think they are. So it is not as if the issue itself—being such a gargantuan one to you physically—then generates an equal amount of more of energy. It doesn’t work that way. At times—yes—a physical consideration and situation will generate an opportunity for an energy to flow, expand, and be magnificent.  This however is nothing more than you walking through a material plane issue to land on the other side of it where you can be more free, more open and more available to transmit the energy as you have come to do.

So see it as the necessary tunnel that you walk through in order to get to the light. That is the best way for you to proceed now. Not giving any undue attention or weight to whatever any circumstance in this event is about—but rather saying, ‘I will hold my breath. I will somehow get through the tunnel without smelling toxic fumes or looking at myself as somehow hit by the train. I will just walk through the tunnel knowing it’s the necessary journey to get to the other side.’ That kind of idea will help you more than you have any idea and will not give you a sense that you are somehow needing to weigh out every part of this situation. You just give it what you must in the physical—show up there as you are, and give yourself over to stay in as neutral and astute a place as you possibly can when it comes to the issues that are raised, and do not allow your emotions to become overwhelmed or extreme.

That’s the greatest gift you can give to yourself and to all in this situation—is to stay as neutral as you can. Your ability to do this is far more excessive than you give credit to. So, realize this is your mantra. Neutrality is where you stand in the physical now with this event, and then through that neutrality, you will find yourself rising to the occasion of energy on an unbelievable level. One that will then say to you, ‘How is it that I became so consumed by what it is this issue is? How is it that I got so caught up for all those years in what it is I though I was into? And then you’ll let it go. You’ll let it go. You’ll let it drift off like a piece of confetti from a New York skyscraper at Thanksgiving. It will simply float and flutter away and you yourself will be gaining in the process because you will be attending to an energy of a much more loving nature, and one that is much more suited to 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

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Battle Cruiser

I met the truck only the afternoon before.  My friend Brad had named it the Battle Cruiser with the plate to match: BTLCRSR.  I must admit, it was certainly not a pretty sight. The yellow paint faded—exposed rust in certain places and green moss covering parts of the exterior and hood. It’s four and a half decades were evident; it was a work horse.

After some coaxing, the loyal truck came to life.  I was happy to see the life return as the deep throaty motor sounded like a tired warrior awakening as daybreak arose too early: Brad pumped the gas pedal and cajoled the old Ford pickup into being.

I had a mission—and needed the Battle Cruiser’s help.  The instructions from Brad were simply that first gear was not necessary—to low a gear to start. “Use second” he said. Easy enough I thought and nodded, as I climbed in the next morning and sat in the driver’s seat, starting the engine.  After decades of smaller and smaller cars—and trucks—this old relic was immense.  As tall as I am—and as long a reach as I have—I could not, even leaning over and stretching, open and unlock the passenger door from the inside.   Were the vehicles really this big???  Wow.

And, so it was, I shifted the truck into gear, lifted the clutch and headed up the wooded driveway finding my way to the 101 and to the Kingston-Edmonds ferry off the Olympic Peninsula and toward Bellevue; my childhood home. I thought about my mission to save the trash burner—a request out of my Mother’s house—before it’s fate met the awaiting bulldozer; demolishing it to the ground.  Another era gone.  As I pulled out of the driveway and on to the Sequim neighborhood graveled road, I felt my Father sitting in the passenger’s seat.  Perhaps, he felt my bit of nervousness, apprehension, or trepidation with the old truck?  At any rate, I felt the reassurance as the memories of familiar childhood adventures surfaced.  This time however, I was driving—and he was riding.  I continued my drive south 42 miles to the Washington State Ferry terminal; my mind concentrating on the road as I roared along feeling like something out of Mad-Max Road Fury.

I thought about the laughter that ensued when I voiced my request for the trash burner; I had my reasons and I didn’t really care what anyone thought.  I pulled up to the toll booth to purchase my round-trip fare.   “Lane six”, said the woman in the toll booth as she handed me my change and receipt.  I smiled and thanked her, easing the truck back into gear and driving forward into my designated parking lane to await the Ferry’s arrival into Kingston terminal. Settled, I hopped out of the Battle Cruiser and headed up to grab a cup of coffee—standing in line—I heard someone shout—“Here comes the ferry.”  I abandoned the line and headed back to where the truck was parked.  The adventure had been so smooth thus far and all was going as planned.  Or so I thought.

Lane five moved beside me and I turned the key in the ignition to start the engine.  Nothing. I turned the key off and on once again.  Nothing. I pumped the gas pedal and tried several more times to start the engine . . . nothing.  Not even a peep from the mechanical beast from which I sat behind the steering wheel slightly panicked and watching the other vehicles and passengers drive past me and onto the loading dock—and onto the green and white vessel that crosses Puget Sound so regularly.

“Are you in trouble?” the WSF* system employee shouted, I nodded—“yes, I think I am,” I answered back.

“I’ll get someone to help you.” And, I climbed out of the Battle Cruiser wondering, what just happened?

Within minutes, another, employee named Sarah had wheeled over a portable battery charger to jump the truck.  She stopped—and pointed to the winch on the front bumper.  I turned my head and stared, “Oh, sh-t,” there was smoke coming from the winch. Whirling back towards the terminal—she said—“I’ll be right back—stand back.” I looked at the winch with disbelief, and within moments she was back with a large fire extinguisher ready to douse any flame should it appear and this situation become worse.   With the 11:55 am ferry loaded—I watched my ride sail away—wondering how long I would be sitting on the Kingston dock—somewhat helpless and wondering what was next?

Before I realized, there was more than five WSF employees who appeared from almost nowhere—pitching in to work on the truck. Now, I will tell you, that I feel I have many talents—but auto mechanic—is NOT one.  I was raised helping my Dad with horses, not automobiles and besides having the oil changed, stopping for gas or running the car through the car wash—my desire ended there.  So, the fact that this help had arrived with a positive attitude and generous giving spirit brought me tremendous gratitude to my uncertain circumstances. I explained, that I had just met the truck the previous afternoon . . . it was on loan from a friend.

And, so with an obvious quick assessment of a trauma medic, it was agreed that the winch wires needed to be cut; disconnect the source of the problem! In agreement and with a plan, we began, focused on the task at hand.  I choose to look under the front seat for something that might be able to help cut the wires to the bilious dying winch—and happily came up with a small pair of wire cutters.  Phoning Brad, I explained the dilemma and what had happened.   He offered to come save me—but I told him I thought I was in good hands; I would certainly let him know if I needed his help.

As I turned around to offer the red-handled tool to my new “pit crew” a man two rows over held a crescent wrench, another pair of cutters and gloves.  He began to disconnect the battery.  I turned back around and another lady asked for water.  I handed her mine—and she worked with precision filling the dehydrated battery cells.  I glanced over and noticed that another gentleman was leaning over the front fender and working in hyper speed skillfully cleaning contacts and then rerouting the wires that connected the solenoid, to the battery and to the ailing winch.  (Which apparently was the reason the truck wasn’t starting when jumped.)  This man, wearing a bright orange T-shirt with motorcycle designs, white hair and beard, and half smoked cigarette hanging from his mouth worked with such expertise we all sort of stepped back; everyone seemed to sense his mastery.  Before long, the “bull” arrived and another attempt at starting the disabled Battle Cruiser began.  We—the truck and I— had definitely developed a bond since I had first climbed aboard hours before.  This time when I turned the ignition—the resuscitation of the Battle Cruiser was successful and it issued it’s healthy roar.  I literally welled up as the “pit crew” and other waiting passengers in line clapped and cheered at our triumphal achievement.  I stepped out with a big smile and thanked everyone. The battery cable clips came off and the hood came down—just as the next ferry was pulling into the dock.  The lady in the car next to me handed me a wet wipe—she said, “they’re really for make-up but I think they will work great for the grease on your hands.”  I hadn’t even noticed.  Another woman came up to me—and said, “If they load and you aren’t signaled—please go ahead to me.” I thanked her too.   This was a reminder of humanity at its best.

I waved and honked in gratitude as “Sarah” waved me on . . . I was the first one on the ferry for that crossing and I felt very honored.

I reflected back on all the chaos in Washington D.C—the hatred and vitriol spewed by so many these days. There was certainly no fence sitting anymore; all was being revealed.  You could not be someone you weren’t.  I believe deeply we are all the same; okay—we may look a bit different—but we are all pieces of the divine.  I believed humanity was proving it’s chance for goodness and light; in fact we seemed to be at war with the darkness: greed and lack of integrity and hatefulness.

The event on the Kingston Dock certainly cemented my belief in humanity’s goodness—something I wished the evening news focused on more—not the inherent fear, fear and fear they sold to their vulnerable audiences daily. It is our power of intent—our desire of compassion—and our tolerances and acceptances of our differences which make us strong.  Our common goal must be one of LOVE—which if you haven’t heard, is the most powerful force in the Universe.  LOVE changes physical things and it will change our world too.  The time is now—and we are the Ones! The powerful  difference we each make based on our choices every day changes our world. And, that’s the world I choose to see and live in.

The rest of the trip was seamless and the trash burner is safely stored in Sequim—waiting for its return to service.  I on the other hand—look forward to the next adventure—whenever and however it presents itself. Namasté.

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

Cathrine Silver is a Board Certified holistic counselor with a practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, FL. She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside available at Amazon.com. She can be contacted via email at cathysilverhealth@gmail.com. For more information visit www.CathrineSilver.com.

As a post note:  I learned that the man in the orange T-shirt name was Richard.  He was a master mechanic and forensic scientist from the Tri-Cities who had been visiting his wife whose daughter was due to have surgery.  I had gone upstairs on the ferry to use the restroom and have a snack.  I purchased clam chowder and a water—and upon walking up to the cashier—made a last minute decision to add a beer.  LOL—it had been quite a morning.  I sat down—and Richard walked by.  I called his name, and asked him if he drank beer.  He replied—“On occasion.” 

“Can I buy you a beer”, I enquired? He nodded.  I got up and went back to the cashier and returned to the cafeteria where Richard sat.  “It’s the least I can do.”  “Thank you for everything” I said—“I have a feeling—I would still be sitting on the dock without you stopping by.”  He said, “I saw the hood of the truck raised.  I travel with my tools.” 

 I will always be grateful for all who gave me help that day.  On some level, we are always watched over—and he was one of my Earth Angels that day.  I was glad I could offer the simple gesture of thanks. 

*Washington State Ferry

Embrace the Light, We Need Love Not Hate . . . In the Position of Presidency Now.

Sitting in traffic today, I reflected again on the current state of affairs taking place at every level of our society, which has been highlighted by the White House and influences surrounding Trump including “conservative” big money donor billionaires who stand against what the majority want for our future, and fearful small minded individuals who chortle ideas of isolation and protectionism from “liberal ideals” screaming exclusion to anyone or anything which seems to disagree with their ideology or is “different”.

This small-minded non-astute fear and hate comes in many forms, names and disguises*.  It is very unbecoming to humanity—especially in our land that espouses so many opportunities and was built on the philosophy; freedom for all.  Why have we slapped labels on everyone we encounter?  It really seems a revelation of our ability and depth for compassion action towards others—or lack thereof—our inclusion—or lack of—or our love or our hate and fears now un-hide-able and on display for all to see no matter if you are red or blue—pink, purple, green or orange.  The era of fence sitting is over.  We cannot pretend to be one way and really act another behind closed doors.  The truth is upon us.  For some it will hurt—for others they will be seen as the compassionate human beings they have always been.  But why have we labeled this as conservative and liberal?  Can’t we just call it, “accountable”?  Isn’t it really a war between light and dark? Between choosing love or fear?

I lived in Texas.  I lived in Iowa.  I grew up in Seattle.  And I have made south Florida my home for the last dozen years.  I have a college degree which exposed me to many individuals—all students together on the large campus in Washington and the small one in Nacogdoches, Texas.  My ex-husband spent eight years in the army as part of the medical corps—and the exposure was enlightening. Early in my marriage we drove through many countries in Western Europe. I have traveled to Hawaii, California, and many other states exploring, and traversing the United States with my kids and ex-Mother-in-law in tow.  I lived in England for a short stint—and I took in foreign exchange students from around the globe.  I am proud to say that in my experience, and underneath it all, most everyone just wants to be happy—they seek love.  They want to care for their children.  They want to provide for their families.  They talk of their childhoods. They talk of their parents; their courtships. They want nourishing healthy food to eat.  They love to laugh. They want to help the underprivileged. They want to be well, and have clean water to drink.  They want good education themselves and for society–their children.  Most everyone likes a good story and enjoys sharing theirs—to be heard.  Goodness rules most of the time and is normally quiet—fear and hate are loud, obnoxious and need to have the attention to control; force and broadcast as fear is their motto and mechanism.  This is old paradigm—old energy survival still clinging for “life.”   Haven’t we outgrown this old paradigm, Donald?  Or are you just the one elected to shake the fence of comfort?

We are all here as souls to make a contribution to the evolution of humanity.  Because, “they”, like “I” are all part of the divine creator. Whatever the face of God looks like to you, I ask, how can we spew such vitriol at each other when we all come from the same place?  Different names and different rituals, and different traditions, we are all part of the vast and unknowable living soul of the cosmos.  And, I wonder out loud, how anyone can be so arrogant as to feel they are better than and know more than others?  To push their beliefs as the law of the land which simply doesn’t fit into my box is wrong—so why do they insist I live in theirs? Who made that rule?  Can’t we figure out how to live in peace where the one with the most testosterone doesn’t have to dominate and control others? Where is the tolerance and empathy? Why do they hold us small? Don’t we need and want a country where we can all honor our differences and respect one another?

I am proud of the judge in Seattle.  I believe he ruled correctly. (And the court in San Francisco also.) And now Hawaii. This was a ban of prejudice and exclusion that could only be based on fear. Ironically, Trump seems to want to isolate us, like he has isolated himself in his ivory tower—exploiting many for his gain.  (I have no proof, but suits against him for not paying people for work they have done in good faith are well documented, and I am sure there are many unscrupulous actions and intentions that certainly have crossed the line of decency. Which is oddly deemed as “successful” and even admired in our culture.  What happen to words like, wisdom, courage, love, temperance, or integrity—or kindness, fairness, gratitude, humility, beauty of our earth or excellence?  And we all know, how you do anything, is how you do everything.)

Miami is a multi-cultural melting pot—and a microcosm of our country; there are many more “Miamis” outside Florida.  The faces and heritage have continued to change over the decades and will change into the future. We have all come from somewhere else, no matter who we are when you go back far enough.  Even bigger, we are all a melting pot. It is most obvious for anyone to see.  Perhaps a bigger question to ask, is their hatred of others, really a deep self-loathing mirror about how they feel about themselves?  Is it a revealing portrait of how this lack and never-ending abyss of not-enough is camouflage for self-abomination, and hatred of self, whose actions are bullying, lying, narcissism, control and the perpetuation of fear?  It shows in every other way as well:  Lack of respect for women and the choice for caring and making decisions for ourselves on what is right for us or the total disrespect for the LBGTQ community is disgraceful.  The budget presented recently is certainly another reflection of Trump and the White House’s lack of compassion and concern for others; Military guns, aircraft fighters and destruction, his choice over peace, negotiation and compromise?  Really, are you serious?  Has anyone told him and his merry band that the old prophecies have passed?  That is not the plan for Earth.  It is time to look forward to something new, positive and elevating; we passed that marker—that potential gone.  Why do you keep revisiting this doom and gloom?  Are you trying to be right?

If he wants his fantasy Kingship to be one of greatness, this “Wildcard” in the White House, needs to bring us to unity, love, tolerance, compassionate action and peace both here and around the world: we must set the example.  Otherwise he will go down in flames with the other arrogant leaders of history that thought they were unreviewable and untouchable.  The energy does not support his actions and time will simply reveal his true intention of light or dark.  . . .

Yet the real catalyst may be the stirring within each one of us.  Somehow, when we think its another’s problem, we don’t have compassion for another’s plight or struggle—until it hits close to home.  I watched and read a number of emotional pleas from red state Trump voters who came very close to losing their health care—and their meals. Even PBS’s Big Bird’s head is on the chopping block.  One woman from Indiana was upset when she learned her husband was being deported—he apparently had never completed paperwork—and is now sitting with ICE to be sent back to Mexico in spite of living here for decades.  She was astounded because in her mind—only “bad” people would be deported.  Hitting home stirred her beliefs and her viewpoint.  When we live in a box that does not include others who are different from ourselves, we never change our view of life.  Human nature always seems to point to someone else’s plight and fault—but that’s old too.

We must all take part and perhaps that is what we are being called to do . . . stirrings of a civilization growing up. In the end, Love “trumps” hate which ironically seems to be lost on our leadership today.  And when the leadership understands this, we will be better able to move forward in a more astute way; it is not us against them.  No one ever wins this way, with this mentality.  Our goals of the future, must be goals for humanity, where peace, benevolence, and compassion is given to all including our home, we call Planet Earth.  When we embrace this vision, red, blue, pink, purple, green or orange can come together in unity. Perhaps, we are the army that is being called forth? Can you visualize this unity, peace, love and compassion for all? I believe it is up to us, not just our leadership.  And, if those in Washington, D.C. choose not to carry this vision for us—we can do it for ourselves because it’s our world and there are millions of us to stand together in Love!  This is the power we hold. See and embrace the light!

“Governments cannot exist in an old paradigm when those they rule are in a new one.”

*The Immigration Ban

The Great Power of Change

Have you ever felt like you have just landed in a Twilight Zone episode? Or perhaps have just disembarked in a land you hardly recognize, although things feel slightly familiar? That Déjà vu feeling that bleeds thorough your reality to the NOW? It was only a distance of 100+ miles, but on the other side of Alligator Alley I felt I had just landed in the middle of a Hollywood movie set on a recent trip to Naples, Florida.

A friend had arranged a meeting with an engaging, winsome woman who I had met through her podcast radio show several years before, and I jumped at the opportunity to connect once again. She was also a spiritual seeker and I wanted to share my newly published book with her; she excited to meet us as well.

The three of us enjoyed the peaceful and delicious lunch at a charming downtown eatery in Historic Naples. Outside on the patio the conversation was deep, meaningful and relevant to our lives as we shared stories about the twists and turns life offers up. After several hours, we parted and taking advantage of our Saturday adventure decided to walk around enjoying the quaintness and cheerful surroundings. After all it was a “swell” day to walk the old part of town—window shopping and people watching before grabbing dinner and heading home.

Strolling down the sidewalk, snapping a few pictures and watching visitors like ourselves, I felt out of place. It was bigger than that however. I turned to my friend Lynn and commented, that I felt I was living in the middle of the Illusion—that all of this had been constructed for our learning and earth school—in fact each of us playing our parts—all with academy award performances, in fact, as specialists that we are. And beginning to answer the big cosmic question, who are we? Humans here in physical form to affect the WHOLE, extending far out into the Universes and Galaxies beyond our wildest imagination in the name of love. What boundaries do we hold? Or it is only our own limits and perceptions that restrict us?

My concepts of reality had been shifting for some time, but today it was kinesthetic and palatable Was there a rift in dimensions occurring and was that the sense I felt? After all, this affluent, conservative Christian appearing group was so outside the world I recognized by its diversity, color and bi-lingual culture of Broward and Miami-Dade counties. Is this where our realities formed within the bubble we lived? Was this the place where inclusion and exclusion collided? Or where hate and love became judgment and bargaining chips of delusion and fears?

The 1998 movie Pleasantville serves as a great example. Suddenly, Toby McGuire and Reese Witherspoon are cast into a Black and White television series in the fictitious town of Pleasantville. The characters in Pleasantville cannot see color—they don’t know books, or apples or sex or rain. Life is a façade in this place far from reality, as we can imagine. Their world is limited to what they know, which is safe. “What lies outside Pleasantville?”, they ask. The question is a profound one. Is it one that we must ask ourselves as well? And, how many of us still live in the 1950’s world of colorless black and white? Where is our Universe, and does it need to be messed with? What begins to happen when we truly begin to connect with others—all others? Is it only then, that we too can step out of our bubble of illusion and live in the multidimensional world of color which can be a metaphor for Love, Peace, Compassion and our hearts. For as Ervin Laszlo states so eloquently “I am part of the world. The world is not outside of me, and I am not outside of the world. The world is in me, and I am in the world.” Gee whiz, the great power of change.

Bookmark

Bookmarks for me, mark more than just a placeholder for a page in a book—I guess they are more like a tiny time capsule, which seem to mark an event, adventure or period in my life.  Just recently, I had a friend make a remark about my bookmarks, “I am always fascinated what I will find in your books,” he remarked.  Actually, I had never given it much thought until his comment.  Yes, I had used something handy in the moment and then later found old airline ticket jackets, receipts from restaurants, post-it-notes with cryptic messages, raffle tickets, old napkins with handwritten notes and envelopes or simply little scraps and bits of paper that were repurposed into commission to hold a place of importance in the book I was reading at the time. But, it seemed to be “My normal” and usually I took no notice. How odd an observation, I noted to myself, with a sheepish shrug and smile.

Yesterday, however, I pulled down a newer version of The Joy of Cooking, that has found a home atop my refrigerator. (I say newer because the first copy I received was decades ago—upon graduation from high school—from friends of my Mother, as a gift.)  This newer reprint was purchased as my “Florida” version in 2001.  I liked it because of its tables of equivalents and conversions and I used it as an encyclopedia of sorts in the world of baking chemistry, recipes, and basic homemade standbys such as buttermilk biscuits which I could find at a glance; the old 1948 edition of the World Book Encyclopedia collection served the same function growing up regarding inventions and world facts.

But, yesterday, after a lengthy disappearance, I found in one of its pages, a reappearance of a Sainsbury’s label for cranberries. Sainsbury’s was a grocery store I frequented when I lived in England for about six months.  The Cranberries weight measured in grams and the “display” date and the “Best” before date labeled 27 NOV and 28 NOV respectively.

During my stay, the Thanksgiving holiday appeared on my calendar and I insisted on a small Thanksgiving dinner.   Before my trip, I never realized the imbedded importance of what this holiday meant for me.  In my core, it screamed American and for all our criticisms around the world, I realized in 2006 that in spite of living in another English-speaking country which very much represented our history and roots—there were some extremely notable and discernible differences in the way in which our entrenched thoughts and beliefs impacted our present day workings.

Yes, I navigated the right-hand drive—with extreme concentration; it was so easy to slip back into the autopilot of the more familiar American—left-hand drive.  Yes, there were a few words that were particularly “English” and that just made it more fun.  And, yes, there was the occasional derogatory comment about ‘the Americans’, but I was unfazed.

The single most important difference I noticed, was the mentality—that good old American—nothing can stop me now attitude, that I believe separates us and the freedom others seek when they arrive on our shores.  This is the same fortitude that has spurred protests, freedom of expression and the drive for something better—always better.  We may have our share of rotten apples—for no society is ever perfect, but we will sort and sift and find a better way to give everyone a chance to live in harmony with ourselves and our neighbors.

Surprised, that, it is this “time capsule,” a bookmark, the Sainsbury’s Cranberry label and buttermilk biscuits, that reminds me today, that I am proud to be an American.  I know we will get through all this chaos.  It will be sorted out and we will be stronger and more united for it in the end.  Because, that’s who we are!

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