One of my blog readers from India recently asked, “Who is Ernest L. Norman?” I thought I’d share an expanded version of my reply here,…
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One of my blog readers from India recently asked, “Who is Ernest L. Norman?” I thought I’d share an expanded version of my reply here,…
A little Messenger in the garden has graced me with his (or her) wisdom three times now, over the course of three days of lunching en plein air with Joseph. Not so little, actually. She’s a glittering, iridescent green, Figeater beetle, loud as a lawnmower, and she has insisted on landing in my hair while I’m eating. Which means she’d become a totem for me, my beetle totem.
The third time she landed, she stayed so long Joseph was able to grab the camera for her closeups. I finally had to urge her gently away because lunch was over. I will admit, I kept asking Joseph, “What is she doing? Is she leaving anything behind?!?”
Yes, she was. A message that I should be the one leaving things behind.
This San Diego beetle is so large, she kept tugging the hair at the top of my head as she explored at my shoulder. I did happen to be eating one of Joseph’s breakfast puddings with figs and chocolate in it, but she wasn’t interested in that. I’ve read that these beetles, related to Egyptian scarabs, aren’t interested in fresh fruit. They like the stuff that’s already decomposing. (Good news for Joseph’s pudding, which was delicious, of course!)
So what could I do but look up the meaning of this close animal encounter in the trusty Animal-Speak Pocket Guide. When a creature gets right in your face, or exhibits unusual behavior in a way that definitely says, “Hey! I’m talking to you,” it’s wise to pay attention. One of your Cosmic CoAuthors is trying to reach you and you’re not getting it. Time to send in the animal totem!
Here’s how it happens:
The “Healer” opens her consciousness to the Infinite, the Universe, Source, God, with the intention of serving humanity. Or maybe just a single human. She fills herself with the Light energy that pours in. She is the empty vessel.
The Infinite overflows into her being, like water pouring out after a dam has broken. The Healer seeks this inflow as greedily as we seek water when thirsty, but the Infinite also requires the Healer. The Healer offers the negative pole in the electrical system, the deficit. The Infinite offers the positive pole, the surfeit. Energy, all up and down the frequency spectrum, from dimension to dimension, from pole to pole, from human to human, flows according to this pattern.
They connect, the Healer and Infinite Intelligence. The power flows, and the charge reverses.
Sometimes when you do a lot of energy work, breaking old habit patterns, those energies need a place to go. E=MC² right? Energy is not destroyed, only transformed. My biofield tuning this month was exceptionally intense, involving my third session with author Eileen McKusick (Tuning the Human Biofield), followed by an amazing two-day class with others likewise devoted to learning her techniques. That’s a lot of tuning fork resonance to absorb and digest!
So when I accidentally dropped a Corelle® “break-resistant” plate on the kitchen tile this morning …
KA-BAM!
Explosions of glassy white stuff went everywhere! Into the dining area! Under the stove! Wedged into the grill at the bottom of the fridge! Out into the entryway! Beneath the china cabinet! On top of the counter and the granite-covered kitchen island! Tiny shards, and lots of powdery sparkly stuff I’ll need to mop carefully. Whew. Those old plates are indeed the kind that don’t break—they burst!
I had no trouble instantly relating this to the topic much on my mind this morning: My fear of going out into the world to be seen and heard as an author, publisher, teacher, and speaker. I needed to explode that resistance, which was brought to my awareness in a big way during my biofield tuning.
Eileen’s tuning forks revealed a large, thick, bubble-like energy construction in my biofield. She tagged it to specific times in my life—from childhood right up through the present. As she worked with me, my spirit guides up and down the spectrum made their presence known. They’d come to help dismantle this protective shield that was no longer serving me. In fact, it had become a big blockade. Even my deceased mother showed up in the room to add her two bits!
The holidays are upon us and it’s time for my favorite story: The Blue Wand-Bearers. I first read about this higher-frequency, energetic, universal, spiritual event when I was in my early twenties. Bringing it back to mind has become an important part of my annual winter contemplation ever since.
This completely non-denominational event is not an earth-based celebration, but it profoundly effects all living things on Earth. Those who benefit most, however, are those who open their hearts and minds at this time of year with a gracious thought toward the well-being of others, or a moment of awe, or a gasp of insight, or a sudden upwelling of L-O-V-E for all things great and small.
Gathered in ceremony in the higher planes where Light rules, countless Beings await Earth’s season of receptivity. To understand what they’re about, you must first contemplate who they are, and what their life’s purpose is.
Unlike us, they no longer live in physical bodies. For many, their transition to life in higher-frequency worlds came long ago, although some among this particular gathering are relatively “recent” arrivals. You would recognize their names, perhaps, because they, like you, previously lived and evolved on planet Earth (and elsewhere). They may have graduated completely from the need for physical incarnations, or they might simply be enjoying a lengthy hiatus in these beautiful, crystalline-appearing worlds of pure energy before they reincarnate again on a physical planet, undoubtedly to carry out some personal, spiritual purpose. Because if they are participating in this ceremony, they are not young souls. These are the Beings who provide the energy-fuel for our world and others like it by translating the Universal Source energy through their Mind-selves, stepping down the high, high frequencies of Infinite Intelligence (God energy) into forms that we on Earth find useful and life-giving.
This by the way is our own spiritual potential, a higher grade of humanity that we are perfectly designed to attain if we so choose and apply ourselves to that objective.
Over my years of enjoying this story, I finally realized that even one such as I, lower on the scale of evolution, can play a role in this annual ceremony of Light.
First, and most importantly, by my awareness and receptivity, which doesn’t require any knowledge at all of the details of the event. We will receive from the higher dimensions, if we reach a peak moment of mental energy.
But secondly, if we consciously recall what’s taking place in the invisible or “subtle” energy fields of Earth and the humans who inhabit it during this lengthy winter solstice transition, we might become participants in this annual ceremony.