I don’t know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can’t remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something or whether love just seeped in through all the cracks. I do remember thinking that, when I finally noticed, my brain went to “Something is wrong with me. Maybe I’m just numbed to it all.” We do that, don’t we? To try to make newness make sense? Our go-to isn’t that it must be ‘so right’ but that there must be something so wrong. I remember th
Prophetic dreams, directional visions, and other ways messages from God and gods are as real now as they were in the past. They exist without belief in the same way the earth is round despite there is a rather large contingent that believes otherwise. These things and experiences associated with them also exist outside the compartmentalization of faith, religion and medicine as we know them now. They operate as companions with, not in opposition to, social structures and the
I have never born false witness. My relationships with those things that others cannot see are my devotion and I can’t lie to them or about them. And where they weave me into the physical world–either through the power of prayer or an ‘accidental’ meeting–it is always outside the boundaries of ‘our way’ but directly connected to it. A beautiful soul said to me early this week: “Well, that doesn’t happen in our tradition.” To which I replied, “There’s much that many traditions
What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you knew they do not require worship or for you to follow the rules others have set forward as your way to access the truth of their Being, of your Own? What freedom would that bring? What fears would arise? Where would you explore with an open heart, open mind and open arms? How would you welcome your new Friend? #spiritualhealing #universal #Gra
We shaman types scare people in the same way schizophrenics do. Our worlds involve relationships with the invisible and the ‘inanimate’, neither of which seem understandable because they can’t adequately be expressed when measured against other’s experiences. There’s no relatable ‘that one time at band camp’ shared language. We have conversations with stone and dance with the dead. Other people’s Grandmothers guide the salt measure and Owl, the way through the night. Wolf how
If you missed the introduction to this deep dive, you may want to read this first. At the end of the introduction, there are links to my initial empath myth-busting. Being an empath is the most visceral expression of the spiritual truth that we are interconnected; to each other and to all things. It is the psycho-somatic reflection of our capacity to feel more than our physical senses and limited awareness can see. Being an empath is a modern expression of a time when commun
When I was in the sixth grade, I saw an angel. At least, that’s what I called it. It was in the sky, it was alive, and not a bird or a plane or Superman. Not even a super-something else. It just was. And pretty as it just was. I told my mother who commemorated the experience with a poor concrete facsimile that confused me to no end. Because that wasn’t it and it wasn’t quite right in my adolescent mind. I don’t know if I ever thought again of that beautiful being I saw until
The world hasn’t suddenly changed, isn’t spinning out of control, and it isn’t ending. The kind of violence that has ignited recent fears has been around as long as we have. It’s grown to be part of our nature and entirely within our control to perpetuate it or end it. It’s so prevalent that we ignore it, forget long-term conflicts, and tend to be unaware that measures of violence around the globe show it is at some of the lowest levels in recorded history, though it feels l
Today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together. ~ Brian Andres It really does. When we live in a state of poverty, we are imprisoned by the limitations of need. Health, food and shelter provide feelings of safety. Safety allows us to feel vulnerable, creates the capacity to feel hope and share that with others. I began the day by asking someone to pay me for services rendered and explained the impact of delay which included “a level of stress that shuts me down physic
I received this email last week from a client I worked with a week before. Hi Ingrid,
I appreciate that you took the time to make this list for me.
I truly believe you are highly intended and that you have helped many people in very positive and profound ways. I am sorry to report that my experience has not gone well at all. I have suffered much physical illness and many extremely unpleasant disturbances on all levels.
During our session a door was opened that must be closed
Some commentary on the verse, As you start on the way, the way appears.
When you cease to be, real being comes. Zuleikha shut every door, but Joseph kept
rattling the locks. He trusted and kept moving back &
forth, and somehow he escaped. This is the way to slip through your non-spacial
home. The same way you came, you leave. You wander landscapes in your dreams. How did you get there?
Close your eyes and surrender. Find yourself in the city of God. But you’re still lo
Maybe, somewhere burbling within I do have a message. I dunno. Here’s what came through today. My prayer is that you hear the Divine both within the silence and a child’s laughter.That you see the Divine in both yourself and another;That you touch the Divine through a blade of grass and the cool of running water;That you feel the Divine in the wind and the touch of a lover;And,that you know the Divine in the mirror. #Grace #Divine #God #connection #inspiration
The nature of this post has changed a bit since I first decided to write it in light of Newtown, Connecticut. At this point, I’m not sure what the impetus was (something about human desperation) but in light of personal interactions since the shooting, I’ve felt the need to let this morph into something both personal and political. Bear with me as I try to make my points without rambling. To me the thoughts behind them and resultant ideas here are intimately connected but
Thomas Merton to Aldous Huxley during their discussion about genuine & pseudo-mysticism: What I would call a supernatural and mystical experience…has in it very essence some note of a direct spiritual contact of two liberties, a kind of flash or spark which ignites an intuition…plus something much more which I can only describe as “personal”, in which God I known not as an “object’ or and “Him up there” or “Him in Everything” nor as “the All” but as—the biblical expression—I
I make a point of putting myself out there in a number of ways. I want to demystify this ‘healing thing’; create a relationship that hopefully allows others to connect to me or folks like me with trust; provide my own catharsis, and help myself keep it real…nothing like knowing there are a potential few million people who might read what you write and call you on your shit to keep you honest, no? I hold back on things, though. The first is how I’ve come to know myself. In