Rewriting the Future

IMG_1208.JPGThree days before, Ela and I had driven our way into town, and we comfortably checked into a room we would be sharing for the next five days; everything seemed to show its age.  The hustle and bustle of the historical old Arlington Hotel was visible.  I equated it to the strain of a faded late-model Chevy and a few too many miles.  No one was counting as the odometer had simply pooped out years before.  The driver, still happy she got him faithfully to town and back when the occasion arose.  And yet, for the most part, no one seemed to notice.  The town was more famous for our now past president’s boyhood home and the old bathhouse relics which lined the main street; in their prime 100+ years before.  I had come here to partake in another Pineal Toning Choir, an exercise and purpose that spoke to me on a level far beyond any conscious reasoning or logical sense; the pull was too great.  I had been registered eons before the 1924 construction date of the Arlington or before this territory was called Arkansas; even perhaps before the Native Americans called it their home recognizing its sacredness as something special.

Yet interestingly enough, half-way through the day of our pineal tones Crystalline Choir recording and final performance, I had a serious passing thought: could this really be real?  We were over seven billion on the planet and counting and I was in a group of 300 souls singing tones in real time—in a quantum language—opening time capsules—placed here by our seed parents—thousands of years before and yet we were right on time.  I pondered the immensity of something so profound, as we continued to sing . . .  YOO EE YOO EE YOO EE YOO EE YOO .

This was my third choir, and somehow the most surreal for me.  We were rewriting the future.  Underway was a transmutation of the energies of trauma, suffering, hardship, and dolor history that had embedded itself in our earth and esoteric invisible crystalline grid.  It showed in our human experience and our collective low consciousness as war, death, sorrow, hardship. It showed in our politics, education, health care and beliefs about longevity, disease and women—all from our many expressions here on earth— stored and remembered at some unconscious level.    I knew it first hand or should I say, I had experienced it first-hand. This deep intense sorrow manifested itself years before on a trip with my husband and young boys.  We had driven through the battle fields of Mississippi and it was almost overwhelming for me despite the manicured green rolling hills and bright blue sunny day.  I felt such deep sadness present years after the last bullet was fired, the last solider killed and buried.  No one was there, and yet, the earth remembered and I felt it.  Now, it was time to erase all that.  It was time to “rewrite the grid” and overlay the new intentions for peace on earth, compassion and love towards each other, happiness, joy and beyond what we had come to expect of life here.  The cycles we knew so well would not be repeated.

The day before, our final performance, Marc, one of our choir directors had walked down the street in search of a local coffee bar/cafe. As synchronicity would have it, a conversation with a local Native American ensued. This conversation then led to an invitation for Lee Standing Bear Moore to speak briefly to our choir.  A tall distinguished soft spoken man with a long gray braid down the center of his back accepted the microphone.  Standing on stage in boots, a peach short-sleeved summer shirt and blue jeans, he spoke of the history and some of the more interesting legends of his people and their connection to this sacred ground they called, “Place of Peace or The Unbroken Circle: Manataka.” He ended with a website where more information could be found and left with a standing ovation.  I felt our oneness and our missions entangled together; everyone “playing” their part in the story of Earth and our ascension.

The next day, a physician from Canada shared a story from their website, Manataka—simply said from the text I quote below he summarized:

Stunned, the council did not know how to respond to the elderly Nun.”

       “We learned of your dream about the Place of Peace, also experienced by three other Sisters of your  church.  This is the dream we heard:  “A Light will be born at the Place of Peace that will grow and spread to many lands. . . .  It is now time to tell you the Crystal of Manataka is not only a symbol representing abstract and sacred meanings.  The artifact holds the key to opening a portal of high energy and frequencies, sacred sounds, partly necessary to giving birth to a light that will grow and spread to many lands.  The key, when used as a tool in conjunction with six other sacred crystals, placed in correct alignment and formation, will open the heavens of consciousness within humanity. “

Again, we were being given pieces and information hidden and then revealed when our understanding met our higher consciousness and pure intent within this present time of 2016.

We learned we were sitting on the largest deposit of quartz crystal on land; an inverted pyramid or mountain almost below our feet as well as transmitter of information. This deposit, a node, serving as an amplifier—and together with the diamond grid west of our locale was also assisting humanity with the potential for radical transformation and sweeping far-reaching leaps to a whole new world; a profound leap into the future both personally and within the area presented—locally, globally and galactically— connected to a null and the other half of this matched pair in Patagonia, Mt. Fitz Roy. This was about melting barriers to multidimensionality and interdimensional communication both from Dr. Todd, Lee Carroll, Kryon and to us.  The choir was the activation for this esoteric information to be released; the key.

This is all very philosophical.  It sounds like a science fiction screen play being bantered about by high profile Hollywood executives wondering if it will sell to investors and the mainstream public who buys tickets to reclining soft chairs in dark movie theaters while munching on buttered popcorn.   As the rewriting continues and as humanity shifts, we will one day look back and have valid evidence that this is in-fact—real, and profoundly altering states of consciousness and giving us the gift and opportunity for a new humanity.  After all, shifting belief systems change reality—and that creates a new future, one that we are “quickly” rewriting this very moment.  And, just like the old Chevy, the key is in the lock and the engine hums carrying us down the road into the future.  We may not know how the car gets us to town, but always does safely and for that we are grateful.  The same may be said for humanity’s new era—and for that we are grateful too!

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

http://www.CathrineSilver.com

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Dear Dad . . . Open Letter for Father’s Day

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Dad’s 80th Birthday–with siblings:  L to R, Chris, Caryl, Cathrine, Charles Jr

Dear Dad,

I won’t be calling or sending you a card this year, but you already know that, don’t you?  It has been almost a year since your transition—or what I affectionally call ‘your graduation day’ (from earth school).  Your expansion and lessons for this incarnation complete. I cannot be sad; that would be selfish.  I saw your frustrations—exasperations—and vexations prior to your exit. Life did not hold the same pleasures or satisfaction; no words were necessary to explain, I knew. Unexplainable to most, I know you have not left me or anyone dear to you for that matter.   I know you are with me always—everyday—and every moment; divinity hidden behind the veil of mystery. Separation only an illusion.

We all react differently to death. I must say that I know you are around me more now than when you were here physically as my Father.  I know you helped me bury my cat Sasha last October.  In my minds-eye, I heard you tell me “go get your gloves and shovel.” We did that together. To confess, it’s not because I ever felt disconnected  but, because I know a piece of you has stayed with me and I know you understand more of what I’m about; who I am and what I believe.  I know I confused you at times; but that is ok too.  You get me now.  Your understanding has clarity. You exist in a quantum expression entangled with all here on Earth.

We said our good-bye’s in May.  I am grateful.  I never thought about what an example you were to me; I only hoped that I can impart these qualities to my own two sons. I share that now.  Perhaps, that is why we chose these soul relationships this time around?  You my father; I your eldest daughter.

I am grateful you showed me compassion by your way of being; your gentleness, caring, concern and kindness towards others. I say it kept me sane.  This way of being shown through with your customers at Equine House and the way you treated our animals; the horses, adopted dogs and barn cats.

You taught me about unconditional love.  When I married my now ex-husband, you may not have understood, but you assured me that as long as I was happy—you were happy too.  Not all parents can do that.  You stepped up when it counted.

As a young child and young adult, you always respected us—all of us.  You listened and tried your best to solve the crisis at hand;  I appreciated that you listened.  Sometimes, we just need to be heard; I needed to be heard and you were there.

You taught me patience and anticipation.  These were lessons while horseback riding, but they apply to life too.  I believe now they are a metaphor for how we live.  They were not fearful warnings, but common sense practical guidance. It works as well today, as it did decades ago. I know life is a wheel—constantly moving up and down.  Cycles within cycles; patience is key—so is trust. You taught me that too.

You taught me about the simplicity of the the small pleasures perhaps the real secret to life; that satisfaction from within.  The value of spending time with your children.  The side trips along small winding country roads back to the barns from the feed store or the hardware store. You held the space for the family vacations; that once a year camping excursion to The Big Woods camp ground, the Calgary Stampede, Grand Tetons or Yellowstone Park.  Thank you.  I too shared adventures with my sons while they were young.  I know they will one day look back fondly—just as I look back fondly now.  It could have been yesterday.

Most recently, I discovered you always loved to finish your dinner with a dessert. I never realized that growing up; maybe everything was lost in the hustle of school and hurried family dinners.  It was only when I visited those few weeks each year, I discovered this nugget.  I understand Grandfather was like that too—the apple never falls far from the tree.  (smiling) There was a child-like pleasure when Linda ( your wife) and I announced we had a sweet-treat to complete the meal baking in the oven.  A twinkle in your eyes, and smile as a child like innocence couldn’t contain the excitement over the confection presented; an image indelibly seared forever in my mind.  I recall the bakery that we used to visit every trip to Washington in La Conner; that delicious apple dumpling—more like a single serving apple pie!  How cool is that Dad? I found a recipe on line. I know you’ll enjoy it with me—when I make it at home!

And so, on this Father Day—I know you view the world differently these days from your new vantage point; I don’t know how that looks.  You know what I am thinking. You know more about me than I know about myself.  You know many of the secrets of the Universe that I would love to know—and that’s ok. I’ll wait.  But, one thing I do know, is love is something that rends the veil.  It is a multidimensional attribute.  And so, from my soul to yours, I wish you Happy Father’s Day—and Thank you for being you!  Recorded in the history of earth and humanity—that will never change and always be part of who we are—and who we have been and for that I can celebrate this day and all Fathers’ Days to come!

Love Always,

Cathrine

Oh, and no, I won’t forget the Vanilla Ice Cream—I know it wouldn’t be complete without the frozen sweet topping melting over the hot apple dessert!  LOL  Yum. 🙂

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Apple Dumpling ala mode, La Conner Bakery, La Conner, Washington.

Moving Beyond Fear

As I pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall along Commercial Blvd, I sensed an uneasiness.  I was surprised—even at myself.  I had come for Salsa lessons. Something, I had wanted to do for a long time. Why would something I had looked forward to suddenly bring me unrest?  I stopped and turned off the ignition to the car.  I took a deep breath, staring straight at the dance studio in front of me from my parking spot.  Silently asked myself—what was I afraid of?  Could it be going by myself?  After all, I had resisted movies alone. No, I reasoned.  I had traveled extensively by myself; even driven across the country.  I had not only survived my divorce ten years prior, but in fact, felt I had thrived—stepping into my purpose and feeling a sense of self empowerment;  intuitively knowing I had grown into a more authentic-ness of my being.  Out of college, I had been hired as a sales representative for Pfizer.  On more than one occasion, I had been reduced to tears by the arrogance and rudeness of the physicians I called on; yet I persisted and excelled. I had gone back to school in my 40’s with eighteen year old college kids and found camaraderie and pure enjoyment.  It was funny  to me though,  how little things can trigger our insecurities in spite of how right certain things felt.  I had “survived” transformation training even becoming one of the leaders—of sorts.  A captain on a variety of athletic teams in my formative years was also a strength I seemed to possess.  I tossed the fear aside, and opened the car door. I focused on what I wanted to accomplish and why I had come.

I have gone back four times now—and each time becomes more comfortable.  We are all beginners—learning something new—and for my part having fun.  I recognize faces—and the other students recognize me.  Will I become a serious dance student?  A new interest?  Perhaps.  Right now, I will continue but, I ask, what if I had not taken the first step?  What if I had backed out and driven away?  How many times have we all done this, because the unknown prevents us from something positive?  I write this only to encourage you and to say, we all have our moments where we are unsure about new adventures, new jobs—and new opportunities.  What would you do if you weren’t afraid? I encourage you to take the leap.  You’ll be glad you did!

 

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“Sometimes what you’re most afraid of doing is the very thing that will set you free.” – Robert Tew

Awakening to Biological Decoding

Let me make a bold statement:  All disease is emotional.  Dr. R. G. Hamer, MD, establishes the existence of biological laws that operate at 100% without exception: The disease is the translation of a conflict in the individual’s biology.  John Hopkins trained Dr. Todd Ovokaitys, MD simply says it this way, “If the mind doth bend, disease can end.”

Cancer, breast cancer for example, specifically, has it’s roots from a strong feeling of inner guilt  towards oneself or several of one’s children—anger and rejection are amplified, and “my” emotion will be ‘evacuated’  through “my” breasts, which will become a symbol of “my” ‘failure.’

Diabetes, is linked to sugar.  Sugar is linked to love, tenderness, and affections.  Diabetes reflects various feelings of inner sadness.  This love sickness is a sure lack of love.  “One controls their environment and those around me, because of previous wounds. I am experiencing an emotional abstinence,” if diabetes could talk.

Or heart— cardiac problems symbolize love, peace, and the love of life.  Heart problems often originate from a loss of love, from sadness, or from a resurgence of deep emotions, even after several years.  All secret, impossible loves, family love cheapened by conflicts will “attack” my heart.

Weight—especially excess that one unconsciously seeks to isolate oneself either through communications with the outer world or because there is an imprisoned emotion or feeling ‘isolated’ in me that I don’t want to see.  “Through my obesity, I am seeking a form of protection that I continually accumulate in my inner thoughts.  There is a gulf between me and the outer world.  I want so much to love and approach the people I love, but I am so afraid.”  With all the diet books on the market, we should be a slim and trim society, but something is in our way of that desired reality.

And btw, much to my amazement, it is important to add, that this separation between our emotional state of well-being and our physical disease began in the seventeenth century. According to John Hopkins researcher Candice Pert, PhD in her book Molecules of Emotion, René Descartes—a philosopher and founding father of modern medicine and the Pope made a “turf deal.”   According to Pert,  in order to acquire the bodies he needed for dissection, Descartes agreed he wouldn’t have anything to do with the soul, the mind—or the emotions—apparently under exclusive jurisdiction of the church at the time.

Modern research is confirming what the Chinese have always understood: “So much of the illness begins in the mind,” Said the Yellow Emperor, Huang Di centuries ago.  With many modern pioneers such as Louise Hay, Deb Shapiro, Jacques Martel, Claude Sabbah, MD, Dr. Hammer, Bruce Lipton, MD and dozens of others today. What has been separation which “could never overlap, creating the unbalanced situation that is mainstream science and medicine we know today.” It finally appears that the gap is coming to a close and we are coming full circle to once again recognize there can be no separation between our physical, emotional/mind and soul in our lives and well-being.  True wellness comes from within.IMG_7401

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Synchronicity—Following the Flow of Life

 

I like to think of synchronicity as the alignment of the universe and cosmic energies that support us on an unseen or invisible dimension—something that nudges us to the right place at the right time.  Some may call it lucky—others may call it chance—but I like to think of it as the magic that happens when we allow ourselves to be guided in what seems to make no sense.

I know that happened in Jacksonville this past weekend.  Even getting out of town was synchronic.  Picking up shelves, a quick bite to eat and a friend stopping to get some of my alkaline water.  All matched up with perfection.  And, with all that going on I didn’t forget to pack my tooth brush or other essentials for the overnight excursion.

While talking to another friend, I’ll call him Craig, he commented at our spiritual group meeting the other night—the same had brought him to the meeting.  He said he kept trying to push that intuitive knowing to one side.  Making excuses about how he didn’t have time to run by the bookstore.  Finally, he acquiesced and met Joanne, who told him all about the very meeting and group he had be yearning for.

My ex-husband would occasionally give me strange looks as I announced something very out of left brain sequence or logic.  “How do you come up with these things, he would ask?”  They just “pop” into my head I would respond with a smile.  To him they seemed just too strange and out of this world to his analytical way of thinking.  In fact, the world is much more aligned with his rational viewpoint than my ‘navigational’ way.

Perhaps, it is that we have discounted that irrational knowing is too far out of the box.  Perhaps, not understanding that, shall we say, the Cosmic choreography of our life-long dance in human form is guided by the potentials.  When we make a move—the map changes—as well as the new potentials to create the magic we know and call synchronicity.

Do what you want with this information.  Call it crazy —or call it egocentric—or give it a try.  Listen to the small “voice” inside and begin to trust that everything really is in order—it is only too vast for us to understand its meaning and movement.  It is a gift that everyone has, but only you can “unwrap” the box and give it a try.  What freedom to know that we always have help.  But, we must stop all the chatter—for just a moment—and listen!

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Maybe this was the message Rocky and Bullwinkle wanted us to know so long ago, when at the end of the 30 minute segment—Eenie meenie chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak. Are they friendly spirits? Just listen.

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

www.cathrinesilver.com

CathysilverHealth@gmail.com

“Cathy has a passion for breaking the unhealthy patterns that are overlooked and underestimated by western medicine. In partnering with her clients to promote their wellbeing, she’s had major success in decoding the biology (hidden blocks, buried feelings, etc.) that negatively impact their pain, illness, grief and overall discontent in the human journey. Clients are astonished by her knack to mine underground emotions and the root causes behind physical distress through her innate intuitive ability, problem solving and integrity; and it has earned her the nickname “Wellness Warrior” by some longstanding clients.  Cathy provides an ever-growing supply of resources, practices and modalities in helping her clients achieve their wellness goals.”

Free, Fabulous and Loving Me! Happy Valentines Day.

Self Love 3Last week as I was dashing to meet a friend for dinner.  I realized how free I was at this time in my life.  I had no children to worry about—no spouse to consult and no curfew.

I believe that just as a relationship gives us growth and expansion, so does not having one. No relationship allows for our growth and expansion in a different way. It is an appreciation of ourselves. I am not talking about about conceit, self-importance or narcissism. It is the discovery of our inner core and strengths; who we are:  Our talents. Our Likes and dislikes. The joy of being alive. Our beauty.  A period of getting to know and love our authentic self! To know that we are enough—and to love ourselves is something worth celebrating—not just one day, but 365 others as well.

For me, the journey has been one of unlearning.  I was a wife and Mother for many years. (still a Mother—but my adults kids live in different parts of the country and are not underfoot.) One of the first things I used to think about—besides getting everyone to school on time, was, what shall I fix for dinner?  I don’t do that anymore.  Funny, I always used to joke about wanting a “wife.”  You know someone to do all those errands, deliveries and chores—right?  Does anyone relate?  Now, it is for me.

Someone might call that self centered.  Years ago, I would have recoiled from that label.  It was always about someone else, placing myself second, third, or fourth in the line of family demands.  Most women flinch from the thought of personal descriptions that include the word self.  As Sarah Breathnach so eloquently wrote, “this self-defeating modesty eliminates a lot of flattering adjectives: self-poised, self-assured, self-confident.  So why do we shrink from self-admiration?”

Perhaps, at some pivotal moment growing up, our Mother or other authority figure humiliated us and viewed our healthy wants as shameful and selfish; we were made to feel wrong.  So, isn’t it about time, we begin to set our boundaries and put ourselves first?  I am not suggesting we neglect our children or spouse, if you have those relationships currently in your life, but I am suggesting we begin to reframe our wants, desires and needs, and begin to radiate the vibrant glow of an intelligent, loving, self-possessed woman, shinning our light out unto the world!

I trust and know that when the timing is right, I will again be with a true life-partner.  One that supports my desires and honors me for me.  Until that time I am enjoying my freedom and all that comes from living my truth, honoring my authentic, artistic, creative, caring and compassionate self.

“What a desire!  . . . To live in peace with that word: Myself!” (Sylvia Ashton-Warner)

Happy Valentines Day to the best parts of you!

 

Move Through Procrastination in 2016

Dictionary:  Procrastination⎜prə, krastə ‘ nāSHən,  prō-⎜noun 

The action of delaying or postponing something: your first tip is to avoid procrastination.

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As we come screeching to the closing moments and ending to our 2015 calendar year, the starting gun is fired and the new race begins as we mark our first steps for the next year—and the events, challenges and sometimes chaotic changes that somehow befall us by chance or fate. You decide.  At some level we are co-creating these experiences.  When we choose to participate at an even greater level of awareness we step into our lives with the power and trust that we effect our destiny and our future. We are Beings of Potential in waiting. We know that with pure intention we can change the bell curve—and can alter our life from average—to—extraordinary.  So, what stops us from creating our extraordinary future with awareness?

I would argue that all Beings in human form experience fear.  However—leaders and successful people—choose to walk through those fears (whatever they may be) anyway making it look “easy.”  But what about the rest of us?  Intelligent, focused, and self-directed, we all procrastinate usually at one time or another. True?

Last week, in a lengthy conversation with a friend, we chatted about procrastination.  He said, we all do it.  Even people who are well motivated and so-called ‘self-starters.’  We all have times that we are productive—and then less so.  Why?  Why do we all seem to procrastinate?  It may be a project we have desired for years.  It may be moving ahead in a new relationship or  ending one that does not serve us any longer.  It may be something that we have always wanted to do: write a book—or start a blog?  Publish a poem. Painting our feelings. Buy our first car.  Take a cooking class. Start an exercise routine.  Learn to dance. Or, simply  honor our authentic “us” to be the best version of ourselves we can possibly be without fear of judgment when we choose to  follow our passion from someone in our close circle.  Our family? Or friends?

I began to think about our words on the phone long after the conversation was over.   I remember in school; I was one of those last minute dead-line students most of the time.  Not because I wanted it to drag that unfinished assignment out forever . . .  why?

And, then I answered my own question.  It was fear.  Fear of judgment.  Fear of not getting a good grade.  Fear of not being “good enough.”  Fear of disappointing my parents.  There were so many unsaid and made up things in my mind.  Is this what the pervading persistence of our procrastinational phears (fears) produce?  In the end, it was the fear of not completing the task which over came the fear of the final outcome.  One fear was just bigger than the other and the assignment was turned in. That was then—and this is now.  It is not the class assignment, but our life and our future.  What do we want to create?  The slate is blank; anything we can imagine can be  ours. Our vision is there alive within and without—do we nourish the dream?

So as the starting blocks are set and the white chalk lines mark the track lanes, I ask can we walk through our fears with trust and confidence that we are enough?  That perhaps ‘the fear’ was placed there, as a test to ourselves? Is it there for us to challenge the very thing that scares us the most with ironically love of the Universe as our greatest and biggest ally and support however hidden it may appear?  I must confess, when your in the middle of the storm, it never seems that way. 

  It looks different for us all.  But, I challenge you to meet your biggest fear head on.  Step into “the new you.”  Be proud of who you are.  Meet the challenge with love knowing that you are supported on every level.  Gather your tribe that loves you no matter what unconditionally.  Could it be a soul family—rather than biological one?  Is that a healthy change for you? A sister from another mother who happens to be your biggest cheer leader?  Or that new friend form work that “gets you.” If you don’t have that—make that declaration now.   As the race into 2016 begins—know that there is really no race and no destination.  It is the journey we call life. Always changing, always challenging and always carrying us to the next level.  It is as fulfilling and amazing as we choose to make it. Pick up your kaleidoscope and twist the end of the rotating tube and create a new reflection for yourself.  What is your heart’s desire?  It will not look the same for you as for your sister, brother, parents or best friends.  Have the courage to just “be you.”  

Set your intention. Write your vision and goals on a sheet of paper. Put it in an envelope and put it away in a drawer. Be aware that things may not show up how you “had planned.” Watch for the synchronicity.  Trust and have faith.  Take steps to move toward your new goals and visions. And then have the courage to make the leap when the opportunity arrives at your door.  Lastly, I include a favorite mantra.  Print it out—put it on your mirror and say it at least once a day.  This is co-creating at its best!  

I wish you all a joyous—peace-filled and co-creative 2016 as you step into your true magnificence and leave the old fearful ways of procrastination behind in 2015.

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathy Silver, HC, AADP

www.cathrinesilver.com

 

 

Look into the mirror.  Look in your eyes, and say the words:

“I AM that I AM.  I deserve to be here, loved by God.  I am magnificent.”

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