Ghostly Fun

What else rolls out of sight besides pumpkins? Are we evolutionary beings playing in this body of thought, harmony and love—really pure energy in a multidimensional field of Light that we can embrace daily or run from? Sometimes the line is blurry—between what we know or don’t. And what lies beyond the great chasm we call death?

Up the road from Houston Texas on Highway 59 is where my adventure called life experience took me. Years ago now, my ex-husband had quickly outgrown his first medical office; it had just become too small for his needs. My then step-father-in-law, Harold and I took it upon ourselves to find a new suitable location. The synchronicity fell into place and very quickly I had placed ernest money down on a old house—which sat on the same road—Highway 59 across the street from Walmart.

The old house—was of course, in need of remodeling before it would be  suitable to be repurposed into a growing medical practice office. The old plush lemon cream carpet reflected the occupants tastes although it was soiled and somehow littered with old withered autumn leaves and places of dried mud and discarded paper. You could still see traces of a very much loved and cared for home—now in a state of neglect, disrepair and shabbiness. Upon her death, I assume, the once lively house had been sold because we bought it from a liquor store that had plans to tear it down. But I could see something more. It’s new purpose was a house of healing—and I set out to make it so. Drawing blueprints and designing the office for patients, staff and doctor, each step progressed as the old property was slowly transformed over the months.

I used to stop in to inspect the day’s progress. Often times it would be dark—or late. I thought, perhaps, I would somehow “see” or meet the one-time occupant; an older woman I presumed. And although I never had that experience—I felt that I was never alone.

Faux finishing was the favored trend of this late 90’s project. I hired two gals, to paint the waiting room, as most of the carpentry and major construction had been finished. I can’t remember their names, however,  they worked all weekend—and when I stopped in to see them Monday morning—they inquired about the piano music—telling me that they “heard all weekend”. I led them into the interior hallway and showed them two wires sticking out of the ceiling contained within a circular hole and bright aluminum junction box. “No sound system yet,” I replied. 

It was the pictures that moved each night down that main hallway—which lead to three exam rooms—the ultrasound room and the procedure room. There was also a place to write notes, answer phone calls, a nurses desk and our accounts manager’s office who worked on insurance billing and “pre-approvals” before surgery. Dr. Silver’s office was at the end of the hall. Each decorated for the women who sought care. 

But I puzzled at the crooked pictures each morning in this hallway, and thought to myself, what does Christine, the woman who cleaned the office, do at night? I placed quake proof under the corner of the pictures. It didn’t help.

One of our employees who worked at the front desk was Keisha. To this day, I don’t know what happened, but she was afraid to go into the office by herself. Normally, she was the first one at the office. She would drop her small son at daycare drive to the office and then head in the back door—turn on the lights and start getting things ready for patients. Something shook her. She was terrified.

One day, I decided I had simply had enough. I made the decision to have a conversation with the woman (assuming it was a woman) who lived in the property at 4715 North Street that had become the new office. I called the staff together and stood at the corner where patients settled their bills and received instructions before leaving. “Mrs. So n’so, I began.” Having no idea what her name was or had been—I continued, “times change and we are grateful for the opportunity to have this house of yours. Dr. Silver helps so many patients here, and we are honored that this house came to us for his office.” I continued for several minutes more, and finished with “Thank you.”

I never noticed the pictures move again. I felt whoever was trying to get my attention was satisfied. For what reason? I can’t say. Perhaps, she was assisting me—my growth—my evolution—my journey and experience to fully realize we are so much bigger and so much more lies outside of what we can see, touch, and feel. 

I have come to believe there is no veil—and we are all in this cosmic soup together. The pumpkins, the animals—and all that surround our multidimensional selves is often a mystery. Maybe that’s the scariest thing of all—knowing that we are part of everything and everything is a part of us. 

Happy Halloween! 

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.

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Decoding Our Lives Podcast – Pending

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 75Âș, 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. 

The Eye of the Storm—The Transformation of Our World

Unusual times we are in—confusing—and misunderstood—we look for answers wherever we can find them. I offer a perspective you can adopt or reject in this blog. I find it gives me peace, hope and an outlook at our new beginnings as a global, national and personal capacity for growth and expansion.

I am in the Northwest for a visit. I grew up here. I enjoy the energy of the mountains, lakes, Puget Sound and forests as a reprieve from the tropical hot intense energy of South Florida; not good or bad, just different.

This year I chose to drive. I needed the solitude and an absence and break from the constant fear I felt from so many. An energy I cannot get behind. I also decided to camp my way here. It was the decision to make a simple connection back to the earth and to myself. Although, along the way, I had conversations with a number of others also escaping from the oppression of the news and fearful continuing messages pounding away designed to “keep us inline.” They too needed a break. I shared my perspective—and it seemed to bring some relief— common sense to the chaos we are in presently. A perspective not many had considered—so I share it with you today.

What if—just what if . . . we are in the midst of a “reboot”? What if this started over 30 years ago? What if we all agreed that we were going to the next step in our evolution as a human race? And, what if in order to do this we needed to clean house? And all those things that have been hidden behind the metaphorical closed doors, are now coming to the Light? We have been in the Procession of the Equinoxes. Procession in Latin means to “move forward.” So, the Procession of the Equinoxes means we are moving forward out of one older energy and into another, new.  (Seen as kind of a wobble in space and predicted by the ancients.) This new energy is a place humanity has never been before while on the earth and of course is a different part of space. It is sending us new “data” fed to the grids, based on intent and is birthing our higher consciousness or thinking. This new information is one of more benevolence, tolerance and respect: it is more loving and compassionate. We are moving into a mindset where we will finally begin to stop the abuses of Mother Earth and each other. Yes, it will take a while—but like the saying goes—by the ancient Chinese philosopher, Lao Tzu, “A journey of a thousand miles starts beneath one’s feet.” 

We chose to be here. We are boots on the ground. We are in the test of energy. And we are being watched and are affecting the entire Universe(s) and cosmic sea. We are part of the divine creative source and along the way—we will begin to recognize our magnificence. What if . . . the souls who are leaving during this COVID event are also being reset and will be right back? We are eternal and forever—in both directions—not just one. I believe they will be recalibrated, revitalized, renewed and reset to the new vibration of the earth plane. What if they have chosen this for the greater good—for the whole?  Like passing the baton in a relay race, only in a circle of time? What if the fires, storms, and quakes as of late are part of this shift in consciousness, and will bring new perspective and priorities for what’s next in our lives? There is unrest, but it moves energy and creates change. What if this time is about asking critical questions and question all we thought to be true is true? Asking what we’ve been taught, or what we believe? Could it be bigger? Grander? And better than we ever imagined? Can it ultimately bring more joy? What if these times are to awaken the shepherd in all of us? What if these times are about taking our power back? What if these trying times leads us to our divine and magnificent roots? What if this is the greatest shift of Humanities existence so far? Can we imagine the possibilities of where we can go? 

How about a simple “YES? Our future and our reality are unfolding before our eyes. We participate every day. Remember you are Cosmos creating its own creative field and its own future with all you think, do and say—everyday. All correctly aligns and works with precision. What is your “What if?” Make it a good one! ❀

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.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

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A piece of Cake

Sometimes things are just plain unexplainable, period. We call it synchronicity and coincidence, but speaking now, for myself, amazes me whenever these “chance” alignments occur. I’ve heard it referred to ‘physics with an attitude’. (And, infinite LOVE is at the center of physics.) Examples in real life though, help us to believe that the Universe conspires to bring like-minded things together in a vibrational sequence. It’s about living in the moment, being open to possibilities and certainly going with the flow.

Some things just seem to be beyond our control. Or perhaps, everything is?  Are we riding in the passenger seat, while larger invisible life forces known as our higher self and soul drive things around us based on our very personal intent? We are after all co-creators, right? Or sometimes, we deliver the messages of what others’ need to hear—or are in need of? Do we serve as divine message carrier?  More and more, I am beginning to feel this is Truth with a capital T.

I was out on the Olympic Peninsula for just about the entire month of July. I had volunteered to make dinner for friends, and the decision as to the menu was entirely up to me. After a number of considerations—I decided homemade pizza—sans homemade crust; store bought refrigerated crust would have to do this round. Scrolling mentally through my mental list of ingredients, I quickly realized, my pizza stones were at home in Florida. I was spending more and more time on the Peninsula, so, why not invest in the proper equipment and leave it here? Easy thought and idea, huh?  As you know, many things do not go as planned, and this was no exception!

With instant delivery, overnight service and that giant known as Amazon, I assumed this purchase would be a piece of cake.  My Friend Brad didn’t have a mailbox at his Sequim home, but I thought for sure, Amazon would have lockers nearby. After all, Ft. Lauderdale certainly did, and I snubbed them every time I walked into the local Whole Foods.

To make a long story short, Amazon and Walmart did not have what I wanted—or should I say—couldn’t get it to me with the speed I had become accustom to. It was Wednesday and dinner was Friday. Plan B: There had to be one.  

Now Sequim is the gateway to the Olympic rain forest, the Pacific Ocean and the playground for hikers and RV’s. But, it’s often a challenge to manifest things in an instant or so I thought!  Therefore, an idea occurred. I’ll call this Plan B. I would drive the 40 minutes to the touristy town of Port Townsend. I had visited there a few years ago, and It seemed to me there was a small kitchen store. They certainly would have the large pizza stone I was in search of. And, so the adventure unfolded. 

On the way into town, I stopped at the Goodwill. You know, one man’s unwanted clutter is another man’s treasure. No pizza stone, but a bargain for a William-Sonoma muffin tin. 🙂 Onward ho . . . I had spoken to Brad’s neighbor on Whidbey Island to see if she was available to meet in PT for lunch. “Oh, Cathy,” she said, I am elbows deep in cookie dough, going to be at my daughter’s house tomorrow.” “Next time, raincheck,” and I hung up the phone.  During our brief phone conversation, Joan had suggested the Mercantile Quimper, just beyond the ferry loading dock. The store was cute, and had a lot of stuff—in fact small 12” pizza stones, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I continued my quest . . . the cooking store, the Green Eyeshade, back to What’s Cookin’, Don’s pharmacy (which still had a working soda fountain), Henries Hardware, and back up the hill out of town. I had passed Habit for Humanity’s store on the way in and decided to give it a go. Who knew what I might find in peoples’ discarded household articles and unwanted items? I parked, and spoke to an employee loading chairs into an elderly woman’s Toyota as I walked to the entrance. “Pizza stone, yea, we get them from time to time, but they’re not a high demand item.” I nodded my head in agreement, I guessed he was right. And, this was where things got interesting . . . 

I followed his instructions and soon found myself in their “kitchen” department. Quickly, another female employee greeted me, and asked me what I was looking for. I explained my quest—and she shook her head. “The woman who runs this department is off today, but I haven’t seen one lately.” Shortly, a conversation ensued as I was obviously talking to another cook like myself and we were discussing the finer points of homemade pizza and alternatives to my pizza stone dilemma. Minutes later, a slender 40ish looking man in a blue t-shirt and jeans appeared from around the corner. “Excuse me”, he said politely, “I am sorry, but I overheard your conversation, and I have a pizza stone if you’d like it.” Wow, that would be fantastic I thought and the woman and I glanced quickly at each other. “No charge—I will give it to you.” He continued, “my wife doesn’t like it, and she told me to get rid of it. You can have it.” I shook my head and smiled, “sure, that would be great. Thank you.” 

He, Matt—now I knew his name, had another stop in town before heading back to his house. We traded numbers, and he said he would text me when he arrived back at his house. In the meantime, I decided a quick bite to eat would kill the hour or so wait, and based on the suggestions from the women at the counter, I headed down the road to find The Cup for a bowl of chowder.  “Wow. That was divine intervention” said another older employee who stood behind the counter as I headed out the door. Yes, it was! 

It was a cute little restaurant in what looked like an old remolded house—painted latte-brown with a few scattered red umbrella’s and some outdoor furniture—for those celebrated warm days in the Northwest. I was seated and ordered my chowder, grabbed a piece of the local paper to read and I waited for my food. As I paid my tab, I wanted to leave the waitress a larger tip and dug into my wallet to pull out a Susan B. Anthony coin that had been riding in my wallet for months. I looked up, most of the lunch crowd had disappeared, and I caught her eye. “I’m leaving this dollar and I wanted to let you know, it wasn’t a quarter—with the other singles on the change tray,” I said smiling. “I collect those for my grandson, thank you”, she said. We chatted for a minute about her grandkids, and then I got up and headed the towards to the door. 

Now, I happen to be wearing my purple WASHINGTON husky wind breaker that my father had sent me several years ago—and a man working behind the counter looked at me, and asked me, “Did you play ball for Washington?” “Yes, actually I did—about a 100 years ago”—and smiled back, and stoping to talk for a moment. I can’t remember the exact sequence of our chat, but I had to be me—and shortly into our “light” conversation, I stopped and said, “You know, you were born magnificent.” He was wearing a baseball cap and pulled it over his eyes and bent his head downward, placing his hands on the high counter in front of me that separated us. I continued, “Maybe that’s the real reason I came in today?” “You know we all carry divinity inside—but sometimes we just need to be reminded.” We are all part of the One.” With that, I detected, for whatever reason—and whatever his story caused a welling-up deep emotional reaction.  I reached over to the counter, where he had laid his hands, and put mine on top of his, giving his fingers a squeeze. He gave my little finger a squeeze back.  He had had all he could take and I silently walked out the door. 

Whatever your Truth, sometimes we all need to be reminded of our divine magnificence. I left the restaurant, and followed my GPS to Matt’s house, where I happily accepted his gift, and my new pizza stone. I left Port Townsend with a smile. There were so many things to be grateful for—and the Universe had conspired in a most unique and exciting way to make everything happen perfectly. I just followed the cosmic crumbs! It had been a day of soft sweetness—and the Universe had delivered me a delicious piece of cosmic cake.

 

Dreamy Watery Float

Water is life. It represents a symbolic element we identify as emotion; those ever changing, fluid, feeling energies within us all. Water has no fixed shape, yielding to outside influence.  It is a metaphor for the Universal Cosmic Sea from whence we came and are a part of as our multi-dimensional and deeply hidden state—our subconscious, our history—and our future evolution. Water also represents the feminine divine.  Could it be that water stands for as Pamela Eakins writes, realization, Illumination, Alignment and Contemplation?

Eons ago in the land known as Lemuria babies were born underwater, and came up to a group of women singing. We are over 70% water—and without it—we perish quickly. It is part of our cellular structure and the core of our beingness. And, so it seems, that water represents and affects us much more than when we turn the tap at the kitchen sink or shower, or even flow with the tides and pull of the moon. Water is living and alive. Frozen, it reveals messages in it’s crystalline form as Dr. Emoto discovered.

Several weeks ago, I had the opportunity to experience a “float tank” and it’s like time stood still for 90 minutes. I must confess, except for a bit of water in my ears, the ability to float in darkness and silence gave me another perspective and a few moments solitude and peace—a refreshing rejuvenation from the hustle of the south Florida traffic during “season,” and everything else that comes with the plethora of out of town visitors. 

We have been forever fascinated by the sea. Our evolution has been tied to water, and we are surrounded by mystical stories of mermaids, whales, dolphins, great storms and survival.  Stories and songs of fishermen and their tales—their love—as the mistress of the sea. What and why does this emotional matrix of water touch us all? It is unique for each of us, as the souls we are. It is something we are innately drawn to. Look no further than the beach. 

Here’s a space where we are free to indulge in our deepest thoughts. Relax and allow our muscles to rest; to allow the stresses to be washed away. And to be in an “ungrounded” state; our feet are not tethered to the polarities and magnetics of the Earth. While we float in the dense salt water, we can allow ourselves to feel our magnificence. We can allow our worries and anxiety to dissipate. We can feel compassion for ourselves. WE can feel pure love and joy. Our consciousness is contained in the floating vessel and doesn’t necessarily need to be grounded.  So talk to Matt and take a Float 8, the “no gravity, no light, no sound experience”.

“We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.”

Jacques Cousteau

 

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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)

Reflections and Musings for 2019

You know, I’m in kind of a reflective place today. My newsletter will be sent out later than I like. The calendar has flipped a page—day, month and year. And, nothing seems normal anymore.  The holiday season is officially over. Craziness and chaos seem to be the norm. I feel like if we were buckets of paint—the paint is swirling and changing colors and creating new patterns, textures and doing things that paint just doesn’t do. Should I fear this new paint—or should I enjoy a little inter-dimensional finger painting and embrace the fun?

I don’t know if it has to do with the transits and electromagnetic energy—the eclipse’s, the new moon(s) or the catalyst energy of 2019. (Although I know it started decades ago.) I don’t know if it has to do with new and continuing cosmic data coming in from space. I don’t know if it’s our relationship to the invisible cosmic realm that’s triggering our changes, both within ourselves—and then slowly spilling out into our institutions, politics, and society?  But this intention and wave of multidimensional energy is taking place within us and is being reflected back at us daily; a new truth and way of being–emerging from a long amnesiac hibernation? We’re just not the same as we were. I believe this to be a good thing, yet it seems as we are struggling with all these changes at once. We seemed to have jumped the tracks and we are entangled in our own cosmic web of illumination. Are we finally growing up? Perhaps, we are just starting to work more efficiently, our quantumness awakened that “god particle” and we are learning—stepping into our divine potential as humans to a world we can’t remember? Even the french car CitroĂ«n wasn’t very successful driving on three tires! Our low consciousness hasn’t been great for us either.

As I look around, many people are continuing to leave, and we are missing them. My Mother’s estate is finally getting settled. I gathered the usual cast of characters (my friends and students) for Thanksgiving and we had a great dinner sitting outside underneath the string of lights and warm temperature of south Florida. I attended a gay christmas party—and for those who resist and judge such lifestyles—I say that love cannot be legislated and we need to embrace all in LOVE. I look forward to a bit of traveling in 2019—enlightening experiences that come with sacred ceremonies—full moon and drum circles, the pineal tone choir, all awakening in my present self—those ancient memories, bringing the language of light to our physical experience now. The synchronicities and meaningful coincidences continue to occur with meaning at lightening speed.

We were given another gift 200,00 years ago by our seed parents as nulls and nodes continue to open like “cosmic eggs” (my visual) providing new and important “information” assisting us to make this leap to higher consciousness possible; we have and we are getting it bit by bit. I know, that in spite of the fighting, and how it looks on the news—things are eventually going to turn out fine.

I believe with all my heart we are slowly pushing the old energy out, which btw, is kicking and screaming. After all they are the ones who have controled us by promoting drama, war, and fear. NO more—it is a new day—a new time and a new era in our much bigger cosmic calendar. We are witnessing this change before our eyes. And, as painful as it is to watch, we as a collective are changing for the better. I look forward to old systems falling and new working systems implemented—as we participate with Gaia bringing LIGHT and this new day to Earth where we can finally celebrate peace and “live together as ONE.” However, in the meantime—bucket your seatbelt, for the ride ain’t over yet and keep your paints handy. Who says interdimensional finger painting can’t be fun to ease the chaos, stress and tap into your eternal cosmic self?

Wishing everyone a prosperous, healthy, and enlightening year ahead!

 

 

Rewriting Our Future

That sounds impossible —-even the title makes no sense—the future hasn’t happened yet, right? Maybe we live here with the capacity of many “future potentials” which exist just beyond our conscious awareness? There are many signs and indicators that says this is so. Science just believes what it sees—and then if it proves different—there is disbelief by many, just ask Dr. Bruce Lipton or Alfred Wegener. So, why wait for science to catch up?

We are creatures of habit. That serves us well sometimes and sometimes not so much. We have tremendous imagination to create new inventions and new innovations when we are open to new ideas and new ways of being; the Universe is always conspiring to help us succeed, but so often we stay stuck, resisting and refusing to let go. How’s that working for you?

I remember reading a story about a pair of slippers. The gentleman had been given a new pair for Christmas—and in spite of the beauty of the new pair he was given—he refused to wear them—insisting that the old holy thread bare ones were just fine.  I think he said his toes fit well!  A silly story, but how often do we refuse to slip “them” on and enjoy the feel of something new and toss the old ones out because they are no longer useful? Ideas and beliefs are that way too. Fear keeps us stuck in our past.

We can’t imagine a new future until we are ready to let go of what isn’t working. Relationships, jobs, and even our health fall into this category. Our lives give us challenges and ways to grow, but too many times, we do the same things over and over and then wonder—-how do I dig myself out—when we’re looking up at the light from the bottom of the well? It’s important in our daily lives, not just in philosophical meanderings on someone’s blog.  If travel is done in a multidimensional state, it is almost instantaneous. If we are multidimensional beings (of light)—then at some level, we have that ability as well. What better place than in our thoughts? We do it in our dreams every night.

Consciously, some have more access to it than others, but everyone has this ability.  Yet, just like our gentleman with the slippers—we have to believe this is so and throw away the old story. Are you ready for a new one? Or at least v.2.0?

What if this gentleman who received the new slippers—decides to walk next door—in his NEW slippers to thank his neighbor for receiving his package from UPS—which on this day required a signature? As he rings her doorbell—he realizes she has company—her sister is visiting. And, in the course of this exchange—meets the new Love of his life. By opening up to new things—even before they happen— changed his future. Letting go of our old story is necessary for healing too! “Ya, can’t sit there and whine”.

If we are multidimensional beings influenced by our multidimensional DNA, we could also assume we are always picking up these signals which may come in the form of electromagnetic waves. (Just ask an astrologer of the influences of space planetary configurations called trines, conjunctions and squares—as well as retrogrades and eclipses and thousands more!) That means we are always receiving messages—but because this is the “planet of free choice,” we have to give our intention to receive–and not resist this new upgrade—otherwise—the old software continues to run—and probably not well—until it eventually just crashes and dies.

So, the bigger question is, what timeline and future potential are you choosing? Which train are you choosing to ride? We all get to rewrite our future using the Quantum (invisible to our 5 senses) Ink. Think of it like using a black light—the writing is there ready to be seen, lived, viewed and used—we just need to believe that the light is already on. We must turn our head to see the writing and acknowledge that it’s there.

Can you see that you are so much bigger than you see in the mirror? Do you know and believe that there is a much better potential timeline waiting in the ethers for you? Are you able to see that vision? How can your story be seen as a soul visiting earth for your growth and expansion? How can your experiences cause you to love more? (including yourself) How can you see the magnificence in yourself and others?  How can the biggest challenges teach and heal you?  Even looking at them as teaching experiences changes our experience if we allow it. Maybe it’s finally time to connect with that deep invisible multidimensional part of your DNA—and begin to rewrite your future? Are you ready to wear your new slippers? What will your imagination, upgrade and quantum slippers create for your earthy future? Tell only the story you can tell!

 

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Choir Adventures in Avalon

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Sometimes changes are subtle. Changes can be “quiet.” Small things can be Life-changing. And, some changes don’t make the 6 o’clock news.

The last week in May, I participated in another Pineal Tone Choir.  This year it was in England; Bath. Cute historic villages which dot the English Countryside where history gets written and then forgotten in legend; until we are reminded once again.  Bath is very close to the small and quaint town of Glastonbury—with a history that dates back thousands of years. I understand Jesus and his Uncle made three trading trips to Glastonbury; tin was the metal needed in Palestine at the time.  It was a village of natural sustenance; the place where we romanticize and connect with wandering musicians, poets, and hard fought battles. This was the place able to amplify human consciousness due to the strength of the invisible crystalline grid.  This was also the place able to amplify the desires that exist within every person—known as the “hero’s journey.” The place of King Arthur, Excalibur, The Stone and the Sword.

Last year, in France—400 people from 44 countries gathered for this extraordinary event.  This year there were 440 of us from 40 countries demonstrating the soul family exists outside of our biological family one: we are truly connected to one another in a very profound way.  Choir members feel like long-lost soul brothers and sisters. Was this the greater truth in our voyage to earth? Was the intention to own and amplify our magnificence?  And, in turn help the world to feel theirs as well? A vision and metaphor of what can be?

The Avalon Choir, gathered to sing tones that have been given to Dr. Todd who has a relationship with “those that set them up”—a light language—or quantum code—when sung in pairs with pure intention—open time capsules—and match up polarity points on Earth, change our DNA, and work to awaken new consciousness.  The changes are powerful. In fact the true power comes when the toning is combined with a Consciousness of Action. This action is leading us to a destination that human consciousness hasn’t seen before. Spurred on by the Procession of the Equinox—this 36 year window—is changing the course of humanity along with our Pure Intention.  And, one of the biggest take-aways—is “History will no longer drive the future!”  In-between the HA, HA, HA’s and the AUU, AUU, AUU’s there is perfection and harmony. We as a race are connected intimately and on a fast-track into our future.  And, that future includes LIGHT! Because the tones were developed for our biology by the Superhuman’s from the STARS who set them up, I would bet that we are right on schedule!

What else did we learn in England? We ARE from the STARS.  This is the creation story of the indigenous—and it is modern man’s too. As we move away from our dysfunction, we will begin to change the parameters, and see this system which will move us more deeply into the AGE of COMPASSION.

Glastonbury is where the legend of the Sword and the Stone originates. But it is bigger than this small village west of London. The sword we know has many names—and personalities.  Here it is called Excalibur; a master of its own, stuck in the Rock. The ROCK cannot be destroyed.  As with all great legends, we know the Rock with a Sword in it has been there a long time. The ROCK represents the Darkness of the Past. Who pulls it out of the stone?  The One who has destiny on their side—the energy of Light and the Magic carried inside.  We are the fifth civilization who has tried to pull the sword out—the four others before us failed. The name of the individual in this scenario? It is not man, or woman. It is the human being—or humanity—this civilization #5, and our destiny is change.

And, as the human steps up to the platform and looks at the sword; WE smile. We now know the Sword will come free. We have figured it out. We have the magic. We have a wizard. It’s called 23 pairs of chromosomes. Where does our personal superhuman wizard come from? It is in our DNA, given to us by our seed parents—the Pleiadians—and it is inside of us. Because we have their biology. It is not in a few—but in all of us. (plus the 24 pair which is multidimensional and therefore not yet “seen”.) We are ALL from the Stars. And, when we acknowledge our Wizard, we acknowledge the creation of the wizard as well. Today we may call it our higher-self. But the Magic we carry is God INSIDE. That is what our seed parents from the star system of the Seven Sisters—the Pleiadians gave to us.  And, when we grasped the sword and pull it out of the stone—“everyone” knew.  This is what happen in 2012. And, during that choir in Maui, when we held the Sword up high; the change began. The galaxy celebrated our achievement!

This is the Hero’s journey completed.  Yet, this is not the end of the story.  It’s only the completion Part I. This battle of darkness is one that we have begun with sincere and intense conviction. We have more Light than ever before, and we have a wizard helping us along the way.  And with our fellow Lightworkers—our companions—WE WILL PREVAIL. In every Hero’s journey, there is romance, victory,  great depth, intensity and emotion. ALL ours.

The name of the Sword is peace on Earth, and we know it by many names. The reward for the journey is they say, is not the peak for which we all strive. It is always the here and now. The journey of humanity is no different. And as the Sword (peace on Earth) starts to glisten and shine in the Light, We as humanity will take the Sword, walk it out of the station, ready to do battle with Darkness, knowing we have already won.

This is not the end of the journey—but a new beginning. We have entered a new Time. We have pulled out the sword—we have met the Wizard inside—and We now know we have help. We are illuminated and full of Light. Perhaps, one day it will be on the “6 o’clock news!” Until then, as Jefferson STARSHIP sang . . . “Nothing’s going to stop us now.”

What Is Reality?

IMG_7887So, this month, I want to share a story—a true story—that happened to me—and maybe you too? I believe reality is so much bigger than we know, and it is slowly beginning to reveal its true nature to us.  Are you open?  Does this story offer a different picture of who we are—and from this vantage point allow us to ask the question, “What is the true nature of our reality?”  Is it only a construct in our minds? Are we in our very own Holodeck?  (A place of virtual reality in the StarTrek series.)  In the series, the holodeck is often used to recreate familiar places, participate in interactive stories, and to practice a variety of sports and skills. Could it not be as “fictional” as we think? Or is our current reality only build around our present memes—the collective conscious belief of our current, very limited potential, as we exist in this moment? Or, is reality in our current 3D model—and by its very nature always changing, to what’s next? Is this a glimpse into what is coming? Perhaps it is?  I’ll let you decide for yourself.

I was visiting a friend of mine.  The summer before I had spent a few extra days of summer on the Olympic Peninsula, as I had several years in a row. There was always something magical—serene, untroubled and tranquil at Brad’s house in the wood.  In my wanderings, I had come across some nice ceramic bowls which I thought would be an upgrade from the several blue zip-lock bowls on the shelves of the Sequim retreat—a place filled with solitude and peace.

So, I thought, it was unusual the following morning after my arrival this time, when I went to prepare breakfast—that all 9 bowls had disappeared.  (An odd number, but they were from the thrift store—and sometimes things come in odd numbers there; probably a set of 12 that someone had donated.)  I asked, had he seen them?  Yes, Brad remembered them—but commented—he hadn’t noticed them in a few months.  After a thorough investigation separately, our search—revealed no bowls.  How odd I thought—the plates were there from two summers before—and nothing else seemed to be out of place; my memory perused any new possibilities.  I looked up and asked Brad—would anyone have thrown them in the trash?  My mind had slipped into the petty scenario that someone had not been pleased with the addition of the bowls—or my presence in Sequim.  However, Brad looked at me directly and answered, “No.”  “That stuff doesn’t happen here,” he added.  “Ok”, I said, “I just had to ask.”  My logical left brain was diligently trying to sort out some explanation for their disappearance.  I reached for the blue plastic disposable bowls without saying anything else about the curiosity at hand; they would work just fine.

Brad had a few projects, he was working on outside after breakfast, and I offered to run the vacuum upstairs, inside.  The house wasn’t horrible—but seemed like it was time to ‘get a layer off,’  a quick freshening up. The house  always had a treehouse feel to me—and without it being anyone’s permanent house on a daily basis—served as a weekend get-a-way for which I was grateful for.

I set about to tidy the living room and kitchen which sat up high in the trees.  I was quite present, and in a cheerful mood. In spite of the coolness, the sun had graced us with it’s beauty and brightness today, I thought to myself while I—attended to the vacuum,  determined—to get the mighty machine cleaned out, so it could preform it’s household duty.  After three attempts the hoover was happily doing its job.  I moved the two coffee tables—and used the hose to suck up the wood dross around the tile which held the wood burning stove.  I folded the canvas wood carrier and carefully laid it on the faded plywood box.  I set the marigold-colored dustpan next to the wall—and lifted the drum stool—with its black pocked naugahyde seat and its bright chrome tripod legs—over to the large black tripod in the corner which held the Peavey speaker.  “How cute I thought to myself—the small tripod nestled into the big tripod.”  I finished with the vacuum and looked around surveying my work.  Everything looked good—and I went downstairs to see if Brad needed any help with his current and ongoing projects; a rhetorical question for any homeowner; the answer was “yes”.

Several hours later—with the rain falling heavily—and the sky darkening further—we retreated upstairs to throw potatoes in the oven—and headed into town for a RedBox movie rental and a few more groceries for the house.  I set the timer on my phone for an hour and off we drove to the nearby Safeway.

It had been a splendid evening—Dinner was a delicious fish with fresh asparagus and our oven baked potatoes with fixin’s of butter and sour cream; it had been a long time since I had indulged in a loaded baked spud.  I enjoyed every bite.

With a gentle coaxing and a glass of wine—Brad seemingly was the only one who could get me to sing.  He was one who had taken Karaoke to a seriously serious level—and with no one watching or critiquing—felt at ease enough to just have fun.  There were several songs that just lent themselves to our—or my level and aptitude and we were having a good time. We had found the lyrics on the computer—and had watched a couple of the artists on YouTube—even tuning into Darrell’s house.   Now, Brad grabbed his drum sticks and walked over to the drum set which sat behind the couch—handing me one of his sticks—I tap—tapped—tapped on the edge of the drum closest to me, and then pointed to the corner—and said, “grab the drum stool”.  He turned—and I said, “Where did it go?”  It was there this afternoon when I vacuumed, because I picked it up and moved it into a third quadrant of the large black tripod stand which stood in the corner holding the speaker.

Now, would be the time for the creepy music—because there was no stool—anywhere.  We looked in every corner, and every closet.  Brad wondered had someone been in the house?  Possible—except the house was locked—and because I had set the timer for the baked potatoes knew that we had been gone only about 45 minutes.  I didn’t have a sense that anyone else had been in  the house—and if so—why would someone take a drum stool seat—and leave everything else?  From a logical viewpoint—that didn’t make any sense either.

We looked downstairs.  Not in the guest bedrooms. Not in the laundry room or bathroom. Not in the garage.  The stool had vanished—along with the bowls—and the only link was me.  I could feel Brad was a bit freaked out on the inside, but to his credit—he was calm on the outside.

I thought about this a thousand times since then.  I am not afraid, but instead makes me question reality and its changing nature and how often we write things off that we don’t understand.   But, this was too tangible and I couldn’t write it off. Over the years—I have had other things “disappear” but never so quickly or obvious before my eyes.  I spoke to a few of my friends—they have had things disappear also—that make no logical sense.

So, is this a timeline jump?  Is it something to say to us—What is real?  It’s bigger.  Be open.  You don’t know, what you don’t know. Are there parts of our laws of physics that are missing?  I’ve heard there are two.  What have you had that “went missing” without any logical explanation—and perhaps made you wonder—what the heck is reality? My final question to myself was—if we can make stuff disappear—can, and are we learning to manipulate mass and reality that will be useful in the ascension trajectory humanity has chosen and be able to manifest what we need on demand?  And, is this why reality looks so different to everybody—because its all about perception and how open we are to what’s next?  And lastly, does it have to do with our rising consciousness?  I don’ have any of these answers—but look forward to what’s next—and as Paul Harvey used to say . . .  Stay tuned for . . . the rest of the story—page 2—when it appears outside of our linear timeline, coming to a place near you!

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