Druid Wisdom Podcast team, Keara & Dave, of the Ancient Order of Druids in America (AODA) invited me in for a fun, laid back interview. Grab a cup of tea, cozy up and take a listen …
I didn’t know there was designated UFO day of celebration until today when a co-worker showed me the photo she’d created: A lovely nature scene with a disc-shaped UFO high in the sky. Very clever indeed! She enthusiastically said this would become her Facebook page banner.
For me, the UFO phenomenon has created a permanent banner across my mind and soul, particularly after my experience around age 11.
For the general public, UFO’s are a great way to sell eclectic t-shirts, bumper stickers and ware, an excuse to point lasers at the night sky in hopes of getting a flashy response from an unknown source, and show off amazing cosplay outfits and paranormal stories at group events. But, as stated in my blog, the encounter my sister, two friends and I had was a far cry from cute alien decals and toys. It was, in fact, a very consciousness-shifting experience.
While the three of them allowed that night’s memory to fade into the background over the years, it has remained emblazened into my psyche. I cannot not look at the night sky, and ponder why …. WHY has it taken soooo long for disclosure? Why have so many lives been destroyed simply for telling the truth of what they encountered? Where was the clean, advanced technology that people downloaded, or were given privy to by these non-human intelligences? And what was the point of all the encounters if it all fell on deaf ears?
Clearly we were not ready, not evolved enough to handle the truth … that must be the reason, or so I imagined.
Then, a little birdie told me about F.R.E.E, the Foundation for Research into Extraterrestrial and Extraordinary Experiences, and the massive survey they were in the midst of compiling with results from over 4500 experiencer participants.
The survey itself was no small undertaking. If I’m remembering correctly, it had over 600 in-depth questions, created by FREE’s astounding group of PhD academic researchers, and masterfully carried out by the Not-for-Profit’s team of psychologists, counselors, hypnotherapists, and volunteers. FREE was co-founded by Dr. Edgar Mitchell, Apollo 14 astronaut, who was also the founder of the Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS). He generously donated his namesake to FREE’s project before his passing in 2016.
I came on board with FREE towards its tail-end, when they were seeking more volunteers to help organize the fine details. Hosting webinars alongside experiencer and FREE’s co-founder, Rey Hernandez, JD, MCP, and calling each hypnotherapist/ counselor directly to determine who was available for assisting experiencers needing immediate help were some of my duties.
We tried diligently to build a reliable, emergency network, volunteer-staffed, 24 hours a day to take calls from highly panicked folks across the nation who were struggling to put a UFO sighting and or close-encounter experience into context with their daily reality. Such an event(s) can shatter a person’s psyche, and sadly there are few in the professional fields who will step up to help. Instead, they laugh the experiencer out of the room, insist they go on meds or worse, put them into a mental health facility.
I remember one client of mine who confided she had been attending support group meetings for women who’d been sexually assaulted. One evening a young man showed up, apologizing for his gender, but seeking help. He claimed he’d been repeatedly, physically violated by non-humans, and said he had numerous night time sightings. He was on the brink of losing what little sanity he had and desperately sought advice. No medical or psychological personelle would take him seriously, and he desperately wanted his life back. Upon hearing this my client said the room fell dead silent. Everyone felt for him, but no one knew what to say; it was so completely out of their ballpark.
About a month later she reported that he had, indeed, committed suicide according to her group’s coordinator. This was a huge impetus for me to really connect with FREE’s counselors and learn how we can better assist. I wish I could say we figured out a coherent, reliable system of support, but the few volunteers we had on staff were exhausted from handling calls at all hours of night and day, trying to stabilize panicked caller’s high emotions and shooken mental states. There was no where to send these people within their own city or state where they could be properly supported and cared for till they stabilized. Ultimately, we simply couldn’t find enough people to establish a solid, 24/7 hotline.
On the bright side, I was able to volunteer my time and support to an amazingly intelligent, dedicated, objective community of people from every walk of life during my time with FREE. The end result of all their research is a book, Beyond UFOS | The Science of Consciousness and Contact with Non Human Intelligence “Volume I”. It’s a tome with no less than 784 pages of in-depth research data, covering everything imaginable, from physics, local and non-local consciousness, quantum holograms, communication with non-human intelligences, the new human, psychological transformation of the experiencer after contact, ecological and human behavioral messages received from non-humans, spiritual transformation, the history of UAP’s, and much more.
We live in a time when everything is a quick sound byte, click bait, numbers-driven media and most of the stuff I see addressing the issue of UFOs, UAPs, non-human intelligences, etc is just a hot mess of attention grabbing nonsense. This blog was created to give credence to all the good souls who’ve encountered the strange, mysterious and life-changing world of UFO’s, non-humans, spirits, and to honor the ontological experience of human encounters with the non-human realm.
As a closing, I wish to give hearty thanks to Dr. Rudy Schild, Phd for the thoughtful gesture of including all the FREE volunteers in his FOREWARD of the book. What an honor!
“.. Disclosure is taking place not from the top down but from the bottom up. This in turn will provide a better understanding of the vast complexities of our multi-dimensional reality. The scientific community believes that they have a firm grasp of scientific principles, but in fact we know almost nothing. We know the equivalent of one grain of sand in an entire beach.” ~ FREE Co-Founder, Dr. Edgar Mitchell
Thank you for reading my blog page. May you be well.
UPDATE to this blog on 07/20/26:
While I am of the opinion that many possibilities exist to explain unidentified flying craft, orbs, paranormal activity and sightings, I wish to share the following video link interview of Constitutional Attorney, Danny Sheehan, on the YT channel, Saucers and Saints.
Sheehan has worked decades in the legal field for many reknowned cases, representing Karen Silkwood, Three Mile Island, Greensboro Civil Right and more. The case that put him on my radar was when Harvard Psychologist, John E. Mack, PhD was taken to task for publishing a book on his abductee and UFO findings.
In the interview, Sheehan explains, most logically and eloquently, the politics of why each administration drops little nuggets of info, but never fully discloses. Once again, the onus of proof, education, and preparation for any such contact lies with each individual, and that is as it should be until such time when humanity can operate as a more cohesive, spiritually advanced species..
Yesterday I wondered how I’d feel today when Mars conjuncted Pluto. My rational mind said, “Yea, planets move about, energies shift here and there, … nothing new under the sun.” PFF!
Today, I’m in the energy, so I started the day praying to have an equal hearing from Spirit. I wanted to know what my highly evolved side had to say, and what the deeply hidden realm of the unconscious wished to contribute. Both are sacred, both have wisdom, but they only have access to each other through me. I am the middle path between the known and unknown.
The first message came with the morning’s meditation, which was so insightful. Angels of the upper realms showed me that life is all about perspective. Take this image for example:
Depending on what shadow you’re looking at your whole life, you’d think your life was made up of triangles, or squares, or circles. You might even think yourself quite clever if you had a change of perception and suddenly could see a square for the first time after a many years thinking the whole world was triangles. You’d be extra shocked to back up and see all three shapes were just a light and shadow play around some object. Maybe you’re brain would melt a bit pondering who put that object there in the first place? Where’s that light coming from? Having no idea there was an “observer” there the whole time, watching you figure out which projection was the truth. One small truth learned from the optical game is:
~ Perspective is all shadow, illusion, projection.
~ What you see is not the “thing” itself.
What is the thing represented in the image? Your mind? Your filters? Your projections onto the 3D screen of reality? Again, the interpretation is unique to you; there’s no right or wrong.
Such is the way of the higher mind. It sees the ‘big picture’. It knows truth the everyday mind does not. The higher mind has compassion and neutrality about all life experiences. The higher mind comforts a weary soul with the reminder that this too shall pass. You’re an avatar in the 3D game of life. Never forget, you are not the game, and yet you are. You are in training. How refined can you get?
After meditating I went inside, checked IG to see what cute animal videos were available. I enjoy starting the day with fun, giggles, a warm heart and belly laughter. Instead, I saw something entirely different. The message from my dark, unconscious arrived in the form of a frantic video, made by a screaming 16 year old female who was in full throttle panic.
Her mom, likely in a state of fear, was unable to recall her social security number after being pulled over. The alleged federal officers, representing an authority she had no protection from, proceeded to shove her to the ground, face plant her into the pavement. She was arrested, thrown in jail, and left there even after producing the required documents.
The screams coming out of my phone alerted our dog who growled, barked, and ran into the room I was in to check on me. The protective animal instincts of my female dog were heartwarming. She laid down by my feet and I wanted to cry. To protect is the most fundamental instinct every soul has, human and non-human.
After the video experience my nervous system quaked for some while. Fires within blew up to my head, I needed to breathe deep, but couldn’t. After seeing the video the pain was visceral. All I could hear was every cell in my body screaming, “This effing sh*t NEVER, NEVER ENDS!!!”
Ceaseless memories of abuse flooded me. As a child, my head being pounded against walls by an angry parent; my body punched and leveled by school bullies. It reached a threshold where I was bereft for a couple decades with a minimal sense of self-worth and seriously questioning why I should stay on this planet. Ultimately, however, it was anger that saved my life.
I used anger as a tool to help me step into the big world, determined to not let this kind of abuse continue. In my early 20’s I joined several animal and environmental groups in hopes I could bring abuse awareness and healing for animals and planet alike. This path helped me learn more than I probably should have, considering I had no counselors or life coaches to help me process what I had been through, and what I was now exposing myself to.
The animal rights groups would pose as employees and bring hidden cameras into places the public would never see. Behind the scenes images of elephants being hit over and over with long metal hooks because they wouldn’t perform circus tricks correctly – they cried and pulled back, blood trickled from their beautiful craniums. Baby calves stolen from their mother, held in little crates, unable to move for the entirety of their short life so their “meat” would be tender for humans to eat. Tiny, newly hatched, male chickens being tossed, one after another, into a meat grinder because they weren’t egg producers. I could go on and on, but it would be depressing and pointless. Needless to say, I blossomed into a furious human with a deeply unhealed heart of solid gold.
We inherit our lineages’ blood lines, but also their unhealed fear, collective anger, abuse, and victimization. We also inherit their gifts, talents, and can access the Well-ancestors higher wisdom. They’ve made it to higher planes of consciousness and can be most helpful guides. I am grateful for their wisdom, as they have much strength, grace, and sense of humor.
Returning to the original inquiry: What has Mars (the ego) conjunct Pluto (the destroyer, resurrecter, phoenix energy) taught me today? That we still have much, much to heal. The state of our world is proof enough.
If you’re being honest, what is screaming in the basement of your deep unconscious that frightens you so? What do you not wish to look at or address? What is destroying you from the inside out because you can’t face what has caused so much pain, so much suffering? What gifts have you inherited, and what tools have you acquired from Spirit to stop the endless cycle of suffering within yourself?
There is no outer authority who will come heal our wounds. This will not be remedied by a legal system, a certain ethnicity, skin color, rank, religion, or firearm.
No. This problem, this healing, must be addressed authentically, honestly, and with unfathomable levels of Love and determination within each of us.
One person at a time.
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to all life. We ALL matter.
I was awakened at 1:00 am, by non-stop rain. During the night an amaaaaazing wind event, lit with fierce, angry howls, and whipping rains. Profound blue flashes in clouds overhead felt eery, almost alien.
Suddenly a neighbor’s large tree fell across the street out back. Power in the neighborhood went down as a transformer roared with a sharp sound of electric discharge. After about 10 seconds everything, surprisingly, powered back up!
My nerves were jangled as memory of last summer’s rainstorm flashed to mind where, behind our house, an evergreen tree limb touched a power line. The sky crackled with a disturbing electrical ignition, the sound of a huge explosion, and momentary fire in the tree. It took over 40 minutes to get emergency responders. Thank goodness the fire went out on its own fairly quickly. Were we about to have a repeat event?
The storm was furious! Tossing trees about, spinning the rain water. I honestly thought we were on the edge of a tornado. Most people associate tornadoes with flat lands, but the pacific NW is no stranger to small tornadoes. In my lifetime I’ve heard stories of roofs being ripped off, toppled trees, and lives lost. This storm system was not even forecasted, so it was quite alarming. It also had a strong consciousness to it, if I may put it that way. The air was filled with revenge, ferociousness, and even pain of the most appalling nature.
Kitty Ji sat just outside the door, meowing at me over and over. I could feel her fear, and her warning cries for me to get out of this mess. I, however, was fixated on how utterly shooken my nerves felt, yet not wanting to abandon this storm. Surprising even myself, I begin to sing.
The song was nothing in particular. It was shaky, scared but insistent. I just let whatever notes needed to come out of my throat rise into the fury overhead. When I felt the song complete I noticed the wind calmed down immediately. The tall trees were softly swaying. Not knowing if that was it, I took Kitty inside for her safety.
Soon as I returned outside the storm rose again. It wasn’t leaving after all. It felt determined to rage on and on. At this point I, personally, felt the song was all I could offer. Now I needed to call in the ‘big Spirit guns’.
I evoked strength by calling in the power of Archangel Michael’s firm stance and determination of protection, and Mother Mary for a compassionate witness to all the energies, souls, and whatnot that had been pulled into the spiraling chaos, perhaps against their own will.
My teeth were chattering, my nervous system was tilting, and I seriously didn’t want to be out there, but I also felt called to stand my ground, hold the boundary, honour Nature, but make it very clear that this sacred land was my grove, my responsibility and this storm must honour my Divine Presence as I honoured its right to show me whatever it needed to express.
The winds kept going and going, but I wouldn’t let up. Anyone else seeing me in that moment would’ve thought me crazy for staying put. In truth, all I really wanted was to run inside, huddle under the blankets warm and cozy, and wish it all away.
But years before, when all nine evergreens fell in our backyard during a powerful snow storm, the words of a wise friend, Dana O’Driscoll, came to me:
“You must bear witness to the destruction and loss. Honour the emotions you feel. You shed tears not only for yourself but also for the spirits of the land who’ve lost their homes, their friends and family. Speak to Mother Nature, and when the storm has passed, bless the elements, hold the space with prayers flags until you can rebuild the space once again.”
As I remembered her words the winds began calming down, the trees relaxed, the angry howling winds faded away.
I didn’t get to sleep till after 4:00 am, feeling completely drained yet vibrating with anxiety from all that happened.
I kept replaying the scene in my mind, saying “Did I really do that? Stand up to that storm, sing a song, call in angels and Divine Mother? That’s crazy!” But, yes. I really did do that, because that’s what we do.
Nature is hungry for communication with us. There is much to be done, to witness, to take action on, and there are many wonderful trees, waterways, starry night skies, and campfires awaiting our return. Nature did not abandon us. It is we who’ve wandered too far off and forgotten our roots.
May this experience inspire you to ignite right relationship with our beautiful, powerful, yet fragile planet in your own, beautiful, powerful fashion. 🌎
Sometimes you may find yourself awake in the early morning hours, between midnight and 3:00 am.
Perhaps you feel hungry, restless, need the restroom.
Or, perhaps you’re awake because restless, lost souls are looking for their loved ones, and they’re meandering around your space.
Maybe you appear as a beacon of light in the cold and dark, and they need help.
You may not believe the dead are hanging out in your space. You may not even believe in an afterlife.
If you do believe in life after death, maybe you think everyone automatically crosses over when they’re finished with life on Earth. Sadly, that is not always the case.
Especially if they have deep emotional attachments to the living, they died too swiftly and don’t ‘know they’re dead’, or they feel unworthy of crossing over.
Whatever the case may be, if you feel restless in the night what could it hurt to play a peaceful prayer to help you relax, and possibly help lost souls get back Home?
After searching high and low for a thorough prayer that ‘covers all the bases’, so to speak, I resolved to create my own. Here is the link:
Great Spirit Divine Light and Love, Source and Creator of all life, From the depths of my Highest heart I call upon your Assistance to now open a Heavenly Bridge of Light.
Archangel Michael, I call upon you to bless this sacred space with your Powerful presence. Protect myself and this soul (these souls) in a golden sphere of anonymity, invisibility and inaudibility from any detrimental energies throughout all space, time, dimensions, known and unknown for the duration of this transition prayer, or as long as required.
Angel of Transition, I call upon you to provide a robe of warm, radiant, Golden Light to comfort and strengthen this tired spirit that will renew their heart’s light and strengthen their being.
I call in the angels and their healing song to soothe this spirit’s heavy heart, dissolve all tethers that bind you to such a low vibrational plane, making you lighter and freerer than ever before.
I call upon the Great Mother of Mercy, filled with unconditional love to remind you from whence your soul was born, and to release the weight of suffering you’ve sustained.
By the power of Divine Love Supreme, You now cross the Heavenly Bridge, and are taken To a sacred temple of healing and peace, Regardless of how you died, the grace and Light of the Highest Heaven releases you of guilt, loss, revenge, contempt, rage, confusion, or feelings of unworthiness, without judgment or prejudice whatsoever, Effective immediately.
This prayer extends in kind to any and all souls who have seen the Light of Heaven open during this prayer session and wish to cross the Heavenly Bridge back Home. Your personal Angel of Transition arrives at this time to help you cross immediately.
AA Michael will see fit to close this portal I have opened When the last remaining soul enters the Light and the session is complete.
Thank you to the Great Spirit within us all, To the attending angels, Archangels, Great Mother, Well ancestors, animal spirit guides, and all other Divine energies who have assisted us here today. Blessings to All. So it is.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
I hope you find this prayer inspirational. If you have a particular faith that requires different wording, please reword it to suit your needs.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog, for listening to my offering, and may you have a splendid journey, now and in the hereafter.
Honoring the dearly departed, acknowledging the ‘trickster’ and invisible realm, sharing the family bounty with those in need, reflecting upon the year that has been, and going within to rebirth one’s Spirit anew. Such is the magical realm of late October through the end of the year.
🎃👻🍬🦇💀🧡
I wanted to share a very thoughtful history of the Irish traditions that remain woven into modern day All Hallow’s Eve (Halloween), even amidst its overt commercialism. Who better to deep dive into the lore, traditions, and reasons for the ghoulish costumes, carving of pumpkins, and trick-or-treating than Capuchin Franciscan priest-friar, Brother Richard, featured in one of my fave channels, “The Modern Fairy Sightings Podcast”.
Podcast
Here’s the song from Sting mentioned in the podcast about this very act of heartfelt sharing:
Soul Cakes song
At this auspicious time of year, the traditional Soul Cakes were created by the lady of the house as an offering to young people going door to door in search of treats. In return, the children would offer prayers of peace for the souls of the resident’s family who had passed on.
If the household was well-off but did not share with their community they would be recipient of gentle “tricks” as a reminder that we all depend on each other for the community’s well-being. If children didn’t perform the tricks, a grinchy resident may instead receive visits from actual spirits of the dead, disgruntled fairies, or other beings of the ‘tween spaces who were feeling overlooked and taken advantage of.
What I find fascinating is that every ancient culture of the world honors their deceased loved ones with song, story, altars, food, drink, and dedicated time for communication. It has always been understood that “well” ancestors, be they of blood relation, spirit family, or even the spirit of place – the essence of the elements, plants, trees, and such, were all to be acknowledged, as much as one would pay their regards to dear friends.
Sadly, the practice of connecting to Nature and unseen realms has been lost to the modern, “progressive”, tech-savvy world who doesn’t believe their roots, their heritage, their planet, nor the Source of their very consciousness needs their attention. The results of which have landed humanity where it is now, particularly in the western culture. I would liken the condition to being too top heavy (cerebral) with weak foundations … the end result quite predictable.
We don’t have to wait for oppressive forces, dark spirits, and hungry ghosts to awaken our inherently compassionate hearts. Let us take this holiday’s lessons into every day of the year and witness the awesome power of love in motion.
If you’re interested in making traditional Soul Cakes, here’s a tasty recipe I found online:
Last week a darling hairdresser came in for massage, yet her entire energy field appeared and felt completely overwhelmed. Yes, she had muscle pains and such, but the bigger red flag was her stress levels.
Her dream, she said, was attending Esthetician School because she loved doing hair, and making people feel more beautiful inside and out. Not an inexpensive educational venture, considering the hourly wage, but she enjoyed the work, until she didn’t.
The last number of years, especially 2025, have taken their toll on her. As so many hard working souls in the service industry have said, over eight hours a day is spent on the receiving end of hearing political opinions, and listening to horror stories that she said with nervous laughter, “… they don’t even tell to their counselor or priest!”.
If you don’t believe in energy healing, that’s fine, but surely you know when you’ve been exposed to a toxic energy vampire. She had been inundated by them! 𓆩^._.^𓆪
THE REMEDIES
Another client told me that to reduce her exposure to toxic news she had to reduce her exposure to it, and that included how she handled her daughter’s communication habit. Every day her daughter would come home from college and drown her in “O.M.G!! You won’t believe this is happening …” trauma stories from around the globe that she’d just learned in media or in class.
After weeks on end of this, mom couldn’t take it anymore and finally told her daughter, “From now on, when you get home from school, you have two disaster stories – just two – that I’ll listen and respond to, so choose wisely.” And it worked! Her daughter chilled on the trauma-drama focus.
How genius is that?
ON THE LIGHTER SIDE
To be honest I have a very snarky, funny side (thanks dad) and occasionally would love nothing more than to blurt out a completely useless reply to constant complainers.
Here’s a few choice ones I found online, courtesy of journalist, Shaleen Ashish. “Your problems sound very first-world from here.” “Have you considered switching to decaf pessimism?” “I’m not a therapist, but I’ll listen for $200 an hour.” “That’s fascinating. Tell someone who asked.” “Is complaining your hobby or your profession?” “The complaint department is currently closed for mental health reasons.” “My subscription to your problems expired yesterday.” “I’d join your pity party, but I forgot to bring a gift.” “Some people see the glass half empty. You see it shattered on the floor.”
Of course, those are fun to read, but not likely to be used in real-life context if I want to stay in business and maintain relations! LOL!
ON THE BEAUTY SIDE
What is the “Beauty Side”? That place one goes to recharge their batteries, dissolve the sludge, hit the reset button, and feel anew.
It doesn’t happen on its own, and most people aren’t aware enough to share the Beauty Side with their fellow human, so you gotta prepare your toolbox ahead of time.
BEAUTY SIDE TOOLBOX
If you’re out and about at work, in the public domain, here’s a few tips:
Write a list of warm-fuzzy memories that take you into a happy zone: Snuggling with your pet, eating a delectable meal, watching a sunrise, a funny joke. Keep this list on hand, refer to it, add to it, read it as often as needed.
Take a walk outside and stand close to a tree, put your nose in a flower, take photos of beautiful plants, clouds, anything that calls to you. Keep a running photo journal in your phone for quick reference when you need a break from the ugliness.
Compliment someone who wouldn’t expect it, and mean it from the heart. Could be a co-worker, could be a stranger. The way their face lights up is worth its weight in gold.
Make a secret text code and share it with anyone you trust. Tell them when they receive that code it means you’re having a 💩 day (or moment) and need a quick fix joke, happy love message, or whatever can lighten the mood. Do the same for them.
Say a prayer to someone in need. Sounds hokey perhaps, but taking the “woe is me” energy away from yourself and coming up with loving words and thoughts to send a loved one, a stranger, the person who just got whisked off by ambulance, the drivers stuck in traffic, the Earth, whatever calls you, can actually lighten your load. Guaranteed someone has been praying for you, whether they’re still in the physical or not.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
What other fun, creative, unique ways can you add to the Beauty Side toolbox? Let me know in the comments section below.
Thanks for taking time to visit this website and reading my blog. I think you’re splendiferous! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Sometimes you end up with one sock! Maybe your sweet little puppy ran off with your fresh laundry and left a half-eaten sock out on the lawn (yes, that happened). Or, maybe you wore your fave socks to the point a hole started in one. Waaaahhh! What to do?
Don’t throw them out (except the one that’s half-eaten … that can go away). With the remaining sock, consider making a ‘Dream Sock‘. You’ve heard of a ‘Dream Pillow’? Same idea.
Basically, you take the remaining clean sock, and stuff it with your favorite herbs, dream-enhancing crystals, stones, seeds, or what have you. Sew it up tight, and rest it neatly beside you on the pillow while you sleep. Or, you can place it inside the pillow case so it doesn’t roll off the bed.
*Make sure you only put dried herbs in the sock (no fresh ones), and that you and whomever rests with you is not allergic to the dried herbs. Also make sure your pet or young child doesn’t get hold of it in case the herbs you use are toxic or allergenic to them.
Here’s the collection I used in tonight’s dream sock creation: 1/2 – 1 cup mugwort (Artemesia) 1 bay leaf 1 teaspoon chamomile 1 teaspoon thyme 2 star anise 1 small amber
Properties: mugwort / Artemesia – assists with lucid dreaming bay leaf – supports pleasant dreams chamomile – for restful sleep thyme – eases depression, improves breathing star anise – prevents nightmares amber (fossilized) – promotes dreams, clarifies and releases unresolved issues, helps one see into the past, dispels detrimental energy.
Give it a try! If you make one, please comment below and share with us which herbs and stones, or other ingredients you chose and why. Love to hear about it. May your dreams be insightful, bouyant, and fulfilling!
The Wound Makes the Medicine, Author: Pixie Lighthorse Finding Safety, read by Regina Chante´
Many folks are seeking peaceful refuge these days. It came to me that perhaps reading from a loving, supportive book, one chapter at a time, might prove a soothing balm for souls in need.
Tonight I’ve begun recording myself reading from Pixie Lighthorse’s book, “The Wound Makes the Medicine,” starting with the chapter titled, “Finding Safety”.
I will produce audio recordings as time avails itself ………
Regina Chante 