Today I woke up without crying....

Today was the first time in a long time I woke up without crying. Today was a day after a lot of rest and a lot of Dr. Dain. Today I woke up thinking I can change. I can do things. I am not losing my home. Today when I caught myself in a "Mind battle " in thinking I stopped and asked"who does this belong to?"

Today the sun outside is cutting crystal edges of sharpness in everything I see.
Today I get another chance. Today I get another adventure. Today today today.

The past is done.
The future does not exist.
                                        There really is only today.

                                                           Gratia Dea
                                 Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua,Dea Eterna

LA Downtown, and Dr. Dain

Funny thing happened to me on the way back from downtown. I noticed a lot of heaviness mentally. Sure I had some real reasons but it felt like mental glue.

As I drove up out of the smog bowl the air and the view view got better and it felt like it was a little less gooey in the old mental field. When I got home and no one was there it was like being in the Alps on a spring day.

Started using "who does this belong to' when I was picking up on some really ugly thoughts in the ghetto parts outside the sky scraped zone. I mean ugly shit...rapper crapper hate shit.

Thank you Dea Eterna for Dr. Dain. I wasn't having a bad day in a bad smog zone...I was fielding other peoples stuff but this time I was batting it away gently and sweeping it out the door. Also realizing what was mine making me glue bait for goo a bit more. This last year of the Mayans I don;t think anyone is coming out unchanged and I have been fighting some of it.

The room mate came home and tried to glom in on my space when I was working: made herself a nuisance really by ignoring the fact that I told her I was in webinar. She can't think for herself poor kid, she is that scared I guess.
I also guess that that was the end of the decision making process on asking her to leave. She leaves a trail of grey gooey fear and I need that like I need the smog in LA even if I can feel sorry for her.

So..
What else is possible?
What do I need to do to change this?
How else can the money show up?
How can it get any better then this?

Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua Dea Eterna

Trivedi, Tapping and Dain: Having a Wild Weekend

This weekend was for pulling weeds ...the kind in my head as well as in the yard. It was really wild.

I started off listening to a webcast replay of Jeneth talking to Mr. Trivedi. And although I have heard his script before it was very soothing to hear the sound of his voice. Very.

Then I went to a replay of Margaret Lynch. I heard the original and it didn't hit as hard as this time. She told us to write our money goals and then on a scale of one to ten rate ideas about them, such as "It's Impossible" "It will probably be really hard." "I can do this" and " I deserve it"

What ticked my truth-o-meter was that I ranked "I can do" this really low , the first two really high and "I deserve this" higher then " I can do this."  And the walls come a tumblin' down.

Victim of two thousand years or more I truly felt that my suffering entitles me to huge abundance. Well I wailed on that one. Tapped on it. Seventeen ways from Sunday. I was coughing a choking and crying until my insides were in a knot.

How's that for a hot item?

Gets better. The Universe HATES me because it never gives me what I DESERVE. God and Goddess alike are judged on the standard of MONEY.

Woo boy.

Half an hour and a whole handful of tissues later I felt so much better and went out and weed whacked in the yard.

That was Friday and Saturday Morning. On Saturday afternoon and then again Sunday, I went into Dain Heer mode. Finally got that 90 percent of the crap in my head wasn't me. Friggin' telepathy and owning other peoples junk. Especially about money but mostly about me and what a rotten person I am.
Also got the taste of Anastasia's energy and nailed it for what it is...the Stopper nmechanism of a truly frightened individual.

This morning I was in the yard and Lisa and Rob came into my head. I stayed in it for a few minutes then said" Who does this belong to" instead of battling and justifying myself to my imaginary Them.

It sure wasn't mine and that was that.

Came in and tapped some more and Pod and Poc'd some more  and that was it.
So....

Who am I today and what grand and glorious adventures will I have?
What else is possible?
AND MOST OF ALL

How does it get any better then this?

Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua,. Dea Eterna

Dr.Dain say "It isn't YOURS!"

Whipped out an Access Consciousness tool this am, and last night as well. Dr.Dain Heer says in regards to energy "Light is Truth. Lies are heavy, so the questions to ask are in the order of "Who does this belong to?" If you feel lighter the energy is NOT YOURS!! You glommed it up by agreement. But it ain't  yours sucka!

There has been a lightening of the burden of money although it would not seem it from my bank account. There has also been a perception of a solid massive wall in front of me that does not move or change energy wise, so I whipped out the magic questions.

Guess who felt lighter? It ain't mine. It's there. It is the reality and energy of the times. But it ain't mine.

Did that question last night and again this morning. Gonna keep at it which is what the good Dr. recommends.

How does it get any better then this? What else is possible? Where else can the money come from? What about this can be changed that I am not getting yet?
Pod and Poc Pod and Poc Pod and Poc. A dozen Pod and Poc a day keep the blues far away. Definitely better then apples.

Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua.

The Quiet of Predawn

There is something about the quiet of  predawn. I wonder how many others are up and listening to it. Are they hearing it...soft earth whispers and gently sounding birds? 

The birds are in warm up mode now...soon the hallelujah  bird chorus will greet the day in full throat.

Are there others listening? Other then me?

I like to think so. I like to think there are a few souls that are not drowning out the beginning of another gift day with showers and coffee makers. Just sitting for a bit and listening. The showers and coffee makers will have their turn...just not yet say the Predawn Listeners.  Not just yet.

It really is so very gentle...the predawn quiet. 

So few things are anymore.

Gratia Dea
Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua

More Access and Tapping and Dain..OH MY!

Seems these days have a pattern to them. Am, I get up  feeling like crap....Tap. Wave the magic Dain wand. Be a bit foggy. Then realize something important,

A word from 365 reasons to write....let your animal totem write for you.
Boy did that ring loud. I cried out the gratitude of it.

Not sure what is next...Surprise me, Mother.

The pieces of the Dog picture fall more into place. Yoga and walking are coming back into the picture.

So has Steven King. And a new idea about The Memoirs. Tell the tale from the point of Little Wolf and see what that does.That was what happen this am.

Tomorrow I am putting back an old regimen. Up at 5:00 get the lawn going.
Tea and blogging....then Memoirs. Like last year at the beach, my before 9:00am is all mine....and the Divine's.

Surprise me, Mother.

Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua

Access and tapping and Dain OH MY!

This am was a huge shift. I had been feeling really crappy in the heat and such. I did nothing much at all. Got up this am after a depressing 18 hours in bed and hit the Dain a thon from Jeneth...same one from March 13 of this year.

Only this time I tapped into some of the garbage that was coming up. Hey if one tool is good why wouldn't two be better.

It was.

Found out alot and don't care to share. Found out more me. Got 6 great tools written where I can easily find them. Got back in motion.

That is really what it is about.

"It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to others and unknown to himself" Francis Bacon.

Gratia, Dea

Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua Dea Eterna