Sunday, March 30, 2014

I hear reincarnation is making a comeback...

These past few weeks, even months have been full of intriguing sessions, and
I feel almost like I'm getting used to the extraordinary.
Is that possible, or do I sound rather blasé?
I don't mean to, it's just my way of making sense of things without feeling like I'm in a alternate universe or a Stephen Spielberg movie.

More and more people are opening to the idea of reincarnation and past life regression. And I think a lot of these people are also opening to the idea that there is more to this life than meets the cynical eye.
There is a new program on Lifetime Movie Network called "Reincarnation".
It follows a hypnotherapist as he helps his clients uncover their past lives.
It's all very dramatic, of course, as the therapist brings the clients back for a return visit where he shows them all of the facts he has researched that help validate their experiences.
I'm thrilled that shows of this nature are hitting the tube, but I must admit there is a teensy part of me that is envious that this therapist is sharing these stories and I have so many stories I want to share with the world myself.

So now, more than ever, I'm determined to get my book started.
I never imagined I would utter these words, but "Thank You Lifetime Network!"
You're the kick in the pants that I needed.

I have hundreds of sessions that I've conducted that have fascinated myself and my clients.
I don't have the time to investigate all of them to prove they are real, but my clients who do are excited to share and forward me their findings.
( A second thanks to Google)

When I'm asked my opinion on how past lives work - how it is possible to feel and experience another body, another time period, I'm a little flummoxed.

I honestly don't know how "it works".

But I do know without a shadow of a doubt that it is real and yes, it is quite spectacular.
I watch as my clients relax, become very still, and then as they begin their journey, how their eyelids flutter and twitch.
I listen as their vernacular changes as they shift from life to life.
I watch as they react to scenes of longing, love and loss.
I have cried along with my clients from the deeply felt emotion of happiness, and yes, sadness as well.

I believe in the incredible healing power of past life regression.

And who knows, maybe I'll have my own show one day.....

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Why Most New Years Resolutions Hit the Crapper

It's January 20th, 2014.

How are those resolutions going?

Hmmmm, I thought so.

What is it about making resolutions on the eve of the first of the year?
Is it the idea of a fresh start?
The sense of commitment?
The alcohol?

Well, the champagne ( and tequila, vodka, wine, or whatever your liquid of choice is that night) certainly helps. Or hinders, depending on what kind of drinker you are.

There is something so optimistic, so hopeful about the new year and it's offerings.

I'm giving up carbs, dairy and gluten and losing those 25 extra pounds.

I'm getting up at 5am every day, hitting the gym and getting so ripped, Ryan Gosling's abs will be jealous.

After this last cigarette, I'm quitting! No more smoking! I'm not kidding! Well, maybe just one more...

That's it, I'm going to Crate and Barrel first thing tomorrow and getting myself organized! Now, where did I put that catalogue?

Usually by Day 2, the euphoria of bettering yourself has worn off, and you are back to being who you are- whoever that is.

What Happened?

There are many reasons why I think New Years Resolutions hit the toilet so quickly.

But, for the sake of time, I'll trim it down to just 3.

Here's the first one:

You set unreasonable goals.

Losing 25 lbs is challenging enough, but eliminating several delicious food groups at the same time can also leave you feeling quite psychotic.
If you're a night owl who suddenly thinks he is going to pop out of bed at the crack of dawn to work out, I can bet you a thousand bucks that by the second morning when that alarm goes off, it's taking a flying leap across the room.

If you're drinking and smoking on New Years Eve, don't even think that when you wake up the next day, there won't be a Bloody Mary in one hand and a Marlboro Light in the other while you're nursing your hangover.

As for organizing your cluttered life - face it, Crate and Barrel doesn't have anything that a few shoeboxes and a laundry basket or two won't fix.

So, how do you set goals for yourself that are obtainable?

Start by chunking them up, and then take a small piece and begin.

The key is to begin and then follow through.

Just telling your friends that this time you're going to lose weight, doesn't actually get your ass on the treadmill, does it?

The intention must be followed by an action.

"To do, is to be".

It's not "to post on Facebook or chat about on the phone is to be".

Five minutes on the treadmill twice a day and having dessert only once a week is a small chunk; but if you do it for 2 weeks it becomes a comfortable enough habit, so that you can then add another chunk to your daily routine.

Set expectations. Be the best you can be.

But also, "know thyself"

Next, the number two reason resolutions go south.

Stay tuned.


Friday, January 3, 2014

Happy New Resistance!

I'm finally getting around to reading "The Art of War" by Steven Pressfield, a brilliantly succinct book on breaking through the blocks of our inner creative battles.
It's all about how resistance is the enemy of everything we wish to achieve in our lives - how it can undermine our path to spiritual growth and life purpose.

I bought this book over 5 months ago.

Soooooo, yeah.

Like a lot of you people out there, I have resistance in my life. Actually, it creeps in from the moment I wake up, like it's been watching me sleep, waiting to pounce before I've even had my first cup of coffee. 

Resistance tells me that I really don't have time to work out, that I can put off my lesson plans until later, that I'm wasting my time meditating.

Resistance comes in the form of distractions for me, which is why I probably spend so much time thinking about, shopping for, and preparing food. I justify this by comparing myself to famous chefs, as in "hey, they're life is all about food, so why shouldn't my love of food consume at least half my day? After all, we have to eat, and it's so much better than spending money going out.That's commitment, right? Right??"

The only problem is, I'm not a professional chef. I don't own a restaurant, write cookbooks or food blogs, or work at Bon Appetit magazine.
And, if food really was my calling, then maybe I would be doing one of these things.


I just had an ah-ha moment there.

I truly believe that my calling is what I am doing right now. Helping others heal their lives through past life regression, hypnosis and humor.
I find myself thinking about dinner when what I really need to do is blog, and I know that this is my form of resistance and distraction. Why I put it off, I'm not so sure. Fear? Laziness? Anxiety that I will not find the right words, or that my writing is stupid? Hmmm, maybe I'm getting somewhere.

I do know that my food does help people. Cooking dinner for my soul sisters tomorrow night is like a gift that I can offer to them. They are all busy, with their lives, their homes, their kids and their own healing practices. I know they will appreciate the delicious meal as well as the conversation and laughter.
Cooking is also a very meditative creative practice for me.
I think where it gets in the way is when I'm putting off doing what really matters to my self- my purpose, the creative part of my being that screams out for attention when it's hungry and not being heard.

I think for the new year, I will be more attentive to those creative needs.

And feed them.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

The Big Kahuna

Lately, I've been having a tug of war with my conscience.
I can honestly say that I'm a pretty honest person. Honest.

I don't believe in marketing yourself to the pubic as one thing when you don't have the training, education or background to support that claim.
I know of hypnotists out there who have very little formal training, but because the state of New Jersey doesn't seem to be bothered by it, they can charge unsuspecting people $200.00 and up for an hour of their services.

I am a reiki level two. I never studied or paid to become a Reiki master, even though I'm sure I could say I was one, because face it, who would really look into something like that? And being honest here, I kind of got lazy with the memorizing of the symbols. Yeah, I said it. What I understand now is that it didn't resonate with me as strongly as with others who went on to become reiki masters.

There are now so many people offering so many types of healing services, that it's mind boggling. Have you read an issue of Wisdom, Natural Awakenings, or New Age, or whatever holistic freebie magazine is in your area?
There are more mediums, psychics, angel and tarot card readers then Starbucks around here, and now a whole new breed of healers who have trademarked their methods so they can charge thousands of dollars to teach others their methods. Diamond, Grid, or Unicorn healing, anyone? (I'm not kidding about the unicorns)
Oh, and by the way, I am now a Certified Instructor with The National Guild of Hypnotists, and am right now training my first class of hypnotists, and don't think I don't get the irony.

When I picked the name "Kahuna" for my hypnosis practice, I did so because there was a story behind the name, and also, well, I just like it. It's pretty.

I remember watching the tv series "Gidget" when I was a kid. It was based on the movie by the same name starring Sandra Dee as a petite, flat chested spitfire who longed to hang with and be accepted by the local surfer boys, especially the one nick-named Moon Doggie, played by dreamy, dark haired singer Frankie Avalon.
Their leader, the guy they looked up to ( played by Cliff Robertson, who I'm sure was into his 30's at the time) was the baddest surfer of them all. He lived the life they all envied- or so they thought.
He didn't work, he had no real home, he just followed the waves, man.

They called him "The Big Kahuna".

A few years ago, I shared a session with Rita Strough, a fellow channel and intuitive. Rita has hosted a radio/blog talk show called "talkin' angels" for some time now - I had once been a guest discussing my work in past lives and healing.  
We met through a mutual acquaintance, who oddly enough neither of us has remained in contact with, and have been good friends ever since our first 3 hour coffee meeting at the local Panera Bread.

Rita offered to channel for me, and the first thing out of her mouth was to inform me that I was a "Kahuna".
She then went on to say that I was walking with the Masters and had learned to heal from many incarnations in many different cultures. Interestingly, she also said that it was something that could not be taught, it was as unique as I was.
( well there goes my chance for trademarking!) 

All I could think of  was, Kahuna? I don't surf!

Afterwards, I looked up the meaning of Kahuna and was startled to read that the description referred to a Hawaiian Shaman.


Me, a shaman? Wait, a minute, me- Hawaiian?

I've been to Hawaii once, and like most people who visit there, I found it magical. And I stayed on kitschy, touristy Waikiki Beach in the hotel on the water where the opening scene from Gilligan's Island was shot.

I look like I'm from the Bonny hills of Scotland or Ireland, with my fair skin, freckles and wildly thick auburn hair. I sunburn easily and am not a good swimmer. I'm not very comfortable in sarongs and have no rhythm for hula dancing. If you met me at a dinner party, you would probably never suspect me of being a "Kahuna." ( do real Kahunas even go to dinner parties?)

On my own, though, I had received images and messages that showed me Hawaiian statues and symbols, and one of my Master Guides introduced herself as "Kaila",which is a name of Hawaiian origin.

I said the word "Kahuna" over and over again in my head over the next few weeks. It was a beautiful word, rolling off my mind- tongue with a feel that was elusively foreign, yet wonderfully comforting.

I read books by Serge Kahili King and Max Freedom Long about the Hawaiian shamans and was amazed to find that they, like myself, use hypnosis and talk therapy in their healing rituals, instead of the drums and rattles like I assumed most shamans used.
(side note- I have attended both drumming circles and journeying classes hoping to connect, and have felt a little awkward and out of place- just sayin') 
I decided to name my practice "Kahuna Healing Hypnosis", because it feels like who and what I believe in. 
But as my practice grows and I become more visible, I guess I worried that people would think I am passing myself off as a Hawaiian shaman, or maybe worse, being flip about the whole name and it's meaning.

So let me state this:
I am by no means claiming to be a trained shaman, something that I understand can take years or even a lifetime to master.

But if I am to trust, allow and serve what comes through for not just my clients, but for myself, then I need to have faith in that Higher Power and Source.

I am prepared to spend the rest of my life learning and teaching all that there is to know about my profession and my passion - healing the human spirit.

So I've decided to keep the name on my cards and business account, and the lovely graphics.

And maybe I won't say it out loud, but it feels good to whisper the name "Kahuna" to myself every once on a while - and believe it.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Do you believe in Fairies?

Okay, I'm by no means an expert, on, well - anything.
At least, I don't claim to be.
So, when something unusual comes up in a reading or session, I can be just as surprised as the next person.
Now, you would think with everything that has come about in my life these past few years, I would find very few things "unusual" anymore, but I have to say, fairies and other elemental beings are something that I love the idea of, but can't quite grasp as actual real things.

As in, seeing them, or telling someone in a channeled session that they are one.

The first time I ran across a fairy, other than watching Tinkerbelle in Peter Pan, was during a reiki session with my beloved niece, Diana.
This was a few years ago, when I was just starting to learn reiki and hands on healing, and had started to "see" things on people's faces.

My niece, Diana had never experienced reiki and was feeling a little under the weather when she was visiting us from North Carolina. She had come up with her husband, Fred and her adorable2 year old son, Landon.
While Fred and Landon napped, we went to my back room and set up the reiki table. She fell into a deep relaxed state as I went about laying hands on her body.
I was in a deeply relaxed state myself, feeling the vibration of the energies surrounding us, and as I looked down at her peaceful face, it began to morph.
Imagine my shock when I saw pointed ears, and a matching pointed hairline.
I blinked a few times but the image remained, very clear.

When the session was done, I asked Diana if she saw or felt anything. She looked up at me and shook her head, as if to clear it.

"It was so strange and beautiful. I saw these colors, and then there was a baby. It was just staring at me. It felt like the baby was me."

I told her about the fairy I saw and we both giggled in amazement.

A few weeks later, Diana called to tell me the wonderful news:

She was pregnant.

She now has another sweet little boy named Jackson.

I hadn't run into a fairy experience like that since. At least until this week.

Maggie came to see me for a reading. Her mother had found my website online and being a fan of Archangels, was intrigued, and urged her 21 year old daughter to contact me.

Maggie ( not her real name, of course) wanted some guidance on her career and college choices. She wasn't sure what was right for her, and was confused on what she thought she had wanted to pursue.
She was a sweet, pretty girl who spoke with a soft, high voice and was so delicate, that she looked about 15.

She talked about wanting to be a nurse and specifically helping children, but both her parents had discouraged her, claiming that nursing would entail many unpleasant tasks, and the idea of working with sick children would certainly be too painful for her to handle.

The reading was incredibly powerful. It began by saying that she was of the elemental energy- a fairy(!) and that this was something that she has always known.
They then cited the characteristics of a fairy - love of children, plants and animals, natural beauty, the ability to always see the good in others, and the despair when witnessing mans cruelty. Fairies may seem tiny and delicate, but they are fierce in their beliefs and will stand by them. They pointed out that she, more than most people, abhors violence and bullying. They also said that in being a nurse she would help to sprinkle her "fairy dust" over others, so they would feel peaceful and joyous.
Fairy Dust? I love it!!

They then went on to explain who her guide, angel and master teachers were.
When the reading ended, I opened my eyes and looked at her, smiling.

"Well....what did you think of that?"

I didn't know what to expect - would she think it was crazy? Would she ask a million questions, that maybe I couldn't answer?

She opened her eyes and slowly smiled. Beamed, actually.

"I think I've always known that I was different, but I wasn't sure in what way. It makes so much sense to me now. And everything else in the reading was so true."

I sighed with happiness and some relief. "So, what do you know about fairies?"

She laughed ( or what is a tinkle?) "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I'm ready to find out."

And so am I.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Your power colors

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it?
Between Hypnosis Teacher Training in beautiful Marlborough Massachusetts, private sessions and workshops, and, oh trying to squeeze in summer bbq's, I have been quite negligent in the writing department.
In the past few months, I have been playing a lot with color in my office.
Not on my walls, but with my clients.

When I first started meditating, I wanted an "experience". I had read a few books on meeting your spirit guide, and I followed the instructions to the letter.

I sat quietly, day after day, breathing and letting go, and bam - nothin'.

After several months, I gave up. I probably didn't have a guide, the people who wrote these books were obviously way above my skills, whatever; it wasn't working for me.
I felt dejected and rejected.
A year or so later, I confided to a spiritual teacher my lack of communication through meditation.
"All I see are these incredible, pulsating colors," I told her. "But no spirit guide or angels."
She laughed and told me that what I was seeing in my minds eye were indeed strong presences. Pure energy in the form of color and light.

A few months later, when I became a channel, I was told that even though we are in human form to others here on Earth, in the higher realms we are identifiable by our auras and colors.
A master teacher may recognize us by our colors and connect with those whose colors are similar. It may be that you are part of a group whose mission or purpose here at this time is to help humanity in some way. I believe that our colors can change at times depending on our stage in learning, therefore attracting different guides and teachers.
And like the mood rings from the 1970's ( remember those?) we change colors with our moods.

I have always been drawn to color, the more vibrant, the better.
As a teenager, I painted my room lime green with accents of violet and purple.
My mother thought it was hideous, but I loved the results.

The first time someone "read" my aura colors, it was Donna Eden, the famous energy teacher, during a break from one of her workshops.
The line of eager participants was long, but I was too curious to sit it out.
When she signed my book in the colored markers representing my primary aura colors, I wasn't too surprised that they were-- you guessed it- green and violet!

We are drawn to our personal colors, and may not even realize why.Even the most timid decorator who will only have white walls in their home, may secretly love orange or aqua blue. They are just too shy or worried to bring all that color into their life.
They are afraid they will make a mistake and be stuck with something ( pain over it!) or heaven forbid, draw attention to themselves if they wear a sassy pink jacket or scarf!
If you are that timid "color-phobe" what are you waiting for? Color has the ability to not just brighten your life, but to change your mood, satisfy your appetite and heal your soul.

Next time you are meditating or when you have a few minutes alone, try this-
Close your eyes. Take a few natural, deep breaths. Observing your breath for a few minutes, as you relax your muscle groups. Count down from 25 to 1 to yourself.
Wait for colors to come into your mind screen. What them and observe them. Do they move or pulsate? Ask what or who they represent. Wait for an answer. It may come as an image, or a symbol.A word or words may come to you. When you are finished, count up from 1 to 3, take a few cleansing breaths and stretch.
If you don't start to see colors as quickly as you'd like, be patient and try it over the course of a week. Like anything, it takes practice, but I guarantee you, it's worth it.