And in this light.
We shine like one for there is the color, the ping of transformation.
Say no, we shall not.
For this is the way we have always been.
Decorated with horror and sorrow. Love and more.
There is nothing to adore.
Be with it always forever and then out the door.
Follow it down the street, cobbled together the stones old now new.
They shine in the light with the colors new.
Define not the senses you dare.
Because it is not there.
We are aware.
-Wendy
Today it was like I was in a dream. Floating from room to room on the 6th floor of a local hospital.
It’s a wonderful example of how you THINK something is going to be awful but then you DO IT and it turns out to be something out of a wonderful dream. OK. So people can TELL you over and over again to just let go of an emotion that is holding you back but until you actually do it . . . well, you know what I mean.
The most amazing part? My teacher. She is a 79-year-old former middle school educator and principal. Allowing a teacher to guide me through the experience was added to the dream-like qualities. Simple instructions. Example and asking me – TRUSTING me – to do hand massage next to her. This has been the most amazing part of energy healing. The trust people have in me once I am in a situation where people are accepting and needing healing.
Maybe that’s the key to it all. People are accepting and needing healing. In a hospital, you’ve given permission to be healed.
Thank you to all the wonderful patients on the 6th and 8th floors. Thank you to the cosmic source of healing energy. Thank you. I am most grateful for today and for this moment.
Advanced warning: there are some expletives and rage with regard to Western medicine and how a young man was treated unsuccessfully.
The opportunity arose to get out of town for the 4th of July weekend, so I took it. Found a lovely B&B with a room that a famous couple had stayed in not long ago. Their names? None other than Bill and Hillary. Wow. Talk about some positive energy.
So, everything is clicking with the trip. My clients are notified that I’ll be traveling so my response time will be a little slower. I tell them I’m taking my laptop with me and plan to work for a few hours each morning if they need me. I love my clients and am so thankful for everything they have given me.
A scheduled meeting the day of departure goes very well. I’m happy and in a good place for the trip but ready for a change of scenery. I walk the dog, put out fresh water and food for the cats. My husband will be home in a couple of hours to take over the animal care but I want to make sure they are ok. They are my best friends and I want them to know I care about them. A few more items are placed in the car – a couple of chairs for watching fireworks and a big bottle of water to stay hydrated.
On the road I find the traffic is moving along nicely. The cruise is set a little faster than the speed limit, a little slower than most of the other traffic but faster than the semi trucks. Perfect. About 30 miles out of town my mind shifts and things start popping up. Stuff I haven’t thought about in quite some time. Wow. How did I forget this stuff?
How could I forget the catalyst that changed my life a year ago? Ok, so maybe I didn’t completely forget but for some reason the intensity of the event was forgotten for a while. Little things over the past week started to remind me. And then it hit me full force.
If my husband had been in the car with me, he would have had me pull over so he could drive. But instead, I pushed “record” on my phone and started talking. And crying. And talking. . . on and on and on. Let me tell you, it made the trip go by quickly. I did pull over at a rest area just over the state border for a while.
What happened a little over a year ago? A friend of my son’s was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. A young man, married with a young son. A wonderful soul. A good friend of my son who basically saved my son’s life by helping him to get a job. Patrick.
The news was preceded by a dream I had of my son losing a lot of weight. In the dream, I asked him, “how did you lose so much weight?” He replied with a laugh, “oh, stuffed green peppers.” Funny. Ha. He’s always coming up with funny stuff like that. But it really stayed with me how thin he was. Well, a few days later, my son comes home from work and announces that his friend, Patrick, has been diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. He worked with Patrick at that time so saw him every day and had been speaking with him. Patrick had been in intense pain and had lost a lot of weight over a short amount of time.
Needless to say, we were all concerned for Patrick and his family. The news did not sound positive, although Patrick was a young man and strong. But I had a not-so-good feeling about this.
My son is a very loving and compassionate person. He gives us updates often. Patrick’s wife starts a Caring Bridge site. This is where I end up getting most of my news after Patrick leaves work to start treatments. I’m on the site often, hoping to find a way to help him and his family somehow.
Gotta help somehow. . . especially after I read about the type of treatment he enduring. The powerful chemotherapy. The poison pumped into his body in hopes of having a negative impact on his cancer. But, having had chemotherapy myself, I know what it does to your entire body. Poison being pumped into your body has a systemic effect.
Patrick’s sister-in-law tells me that what they really need is food. Meals prepared for them. She sets the meals up on a site called Meal Train. Wonderful. I sign up for weekly meals. I can do this. I can’t heal Patrick but I can provide food.
And then the news gets worse and worse. I see Patrick on occasion at his home. He is weak. I meet his wife and young son. Adorable little boy who toddles around. They struggle. But they are strong. They are young and in survival mode. Honorable and strong survival mode.
Things get worse. The combination of chemotherapy and the type of cancer causes Patrick to retain a lot of fluid. The fluid in his lungs makes it hard for him to breathe. It’s painful. He is taken to the hospital where they drain liters of fluid from his body. To me this speaks to the volume of poison in his system and his body’s inability to get rid of it. And to me, it is torture.
We all pray. We all hope for the best. A trip to Disney World is planned. But first a trip to Mayo Clinic. Where they tell Patrick they can do nothing more for him that what is already being done locally. Oh dear. Sadness. Hopelessness.
A fundraiser is organized by friends at work. Music. A silent auction. Donations matched by the employer. I go to the fundraiser. His friends are all there trying to put on a happy face for Patrick. Patrick is there tolerating it all. I stay only for a short while, sensing that a part of Patrick has already moved on. His soul has been called for by the universe. I sense it won’t be much longer.
And then a random evil thing happens. Someone steals the cards filled with money from the fundraiser. What? What the hell is WRONG with people? Why would someone do that? aaaaaaargh!!! But to me that is minor (or maybe it’s symbolic) compared to how the family is being tortured by the medical community. Both with poison and by charging them unbelievable amounts of money.
A short while later (days? weeks?). It’s announced on Caring Bridge that they have decided to keep Patrick at home with palliative care/hospice care. He is surrounded by family and friends. He passes over soon after that. I think it was only a day or two.
Patrick’s body gave up. It could not take the poison any longer.
This is so incredibly, incredibly sad to me. A wonderful young man, good friend, gentle being, loving father, husband, brother and son had to go through such torture. THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY POISONED HIM TO DEATH AND CHARGED HIM THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS. I know what many of you think . . . the cancer killed him. NO IT DID NOT. The chemotherapy is what killed him.
Perhaps I could let it go. But I am not. I refuse to let it go. I am on a mission. Because there has to be a different and more gentle way to help people than to torture them when they have malignant cancer.
There MUST be a different way to help.
No, I’m not going to sit back and do nothing, because that would be cruel.
I believe that if someone wants to heal and has hope that they can beat a diagnosis then they should be able to be armed with the power to do so.
They should be able to harness the power of the universe to take it on with all their might. A balance of “modern” medicine and other types of medicine that have been around since the beginning of time. All without being charged thousands and thousands of dollars for it.
I am angry that a part of the world thinks it is acceptable to torture and kill individuals in the name of medicine. And to charge them for it. To kill them and then put their family in deep debt that continues the torture. WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT?
I’ve said enough, haven’t I? I am determined to help people in a gentle, loving, affordable and compassionate way. To teach others that they can help. To teach people to help themselves. A better balance between western medicine and energy medicine. Think of it as wonderful, affordable and effective combination of everything we know.
This is for Patrick and his family and friends. Your love and courage is powerful.
(On a major side note, I have a deep respect for some parts and practitioners of Western medicine. It has saved and helped so many people. For that I am thankful. Above is simply a post about the catalyst that helped me to change my life. To help people in a loving, gentle and compassionate way. It’s my path for now.)
Update for 2023. I was treated with surgery, radiation and chemotherapy approximately 20 years ago for stage 4 cervical cancer. I have had no evidence of the original disease since that fateful year. But what I do have now is a painful long-term effect of the chemotherapy. I had cisplatin by IV and was told it may have an effect on my nervous system. I did notice the tingling immediately but it seemed to have subsided until 2021 when it came roaring back on my right side. I have numbness, tingling and excruciating pain on my right side from my hip to my toes. I manage it the best I can at night when the pain is the worst. Imagine trying to get to sleep but you have shooting intense pain plus muscle spasms for hours. It’s usually better if I manage how much physical activity I do during the day. I love walking, yoga, qigong, traveling, shopping, running errands, etc. but with this new physical situation I have to reduce everything by approximately 90 percent. If I don’t then I am miserable for days.
There is not much that can be done but why shouldn’t the medical organization that treated me be held responsible for helping me manage my life? Why can’t they help? Why poison me and then send me off with absolutely nothing other than a very large invoice?
Hi,
Thank you for your interest in the LilyTiger cards. Here are a couple of pdf links so you can make a set for yourself. The art has a copyright line on it so if you bring them to a copy shop and want to print out one set for yourself, please let me know if you need a letter from me to give permission for them to print.
LINK TO THE 11 x 17 PRINT FILE.
My recommendation is to print the cards 2-sided on 11×17 card stock and then have them laminated for use. Trim them out by hand using the dashed lines on the one side as a guide.
Or, you can print them out at home on 8.5 x 11 card stock.
LINK TO THE 8.5X11 PRINT FILE.
Once you’ve printed and trimmed them out. Please refer to my home page for directions on how to use the cards.
Let me know what you think. I’d love your feedback.
-Wendy
Woke up this morning after writing the other post about giving a lazy answer about what I do and though to myself, well, I am a graphic designer. I’m pretty good at explaining things to people through visuals. And I love making logos, giving things new names so people can remember them.
So, here are my scribbles. I’ll turn them into clean graphics some day.
The stick figure in each of the diagrams is a person who is feeling stressed and out of balance.
IHP (Intuitive Holistic Practitioner) is my acronym which may help me in future conversations or at least give me a new graphic to create, which is always fun. Also IHP stands for “I Help People”.
Was thinking that the stick figure could also be an animal or a situation since energy can be channeled to anything. Everything is made of energy, therefore the energy can be changed with intention. Energy is constantly changing anyway so we might as well give some positive intention to the changes to help it work a little better.
There are times when I think this is all silly and there is no way we can control it. But what about the people who pick up guns or scalpels? They change the form of things with their intentions and actions. So, this is the same thing. Changing the form of things with intentions and actions without the use of metal objects.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately: If energy medicine is so good, then why aren’t all the practitioners in perfect condition?
For instance, tonight I attended a small social gathering where someone asked, “what do you do?” I replied with my usual description, “I am a graphic designer and a holistic wellness practitioner.” People tend to get graphic design is but not holistic wellness (the industry has some PR to do . . .) . So I gave a generic answer, “I am a Reiki practitioner.” Someone asked, “What is that?” I replied, “Reiki. It’s universal life energy” which is vague and doesn’t tell a person much – an idiotic and lazy answer. Luckily, a friend of mine who practices Healing Touch combined with massage says, “she does what I do, healing touch.” That led us into a discussion about Reiki and what it does for people. I felt tired talking about it, like I really did not know what to say and am not a Reiki sales person.
So maybe next time I’ll just tell people that I am a healing touch practitioner, even though that is not what I am certified in. I makes me feel very vulnerable, stupid and lacking in self confidence trying to educate people what Reiki is. But I can handle a challenge. Maybe I’ll make up a little card to give people. I don’t want to sound like a used car sales person who has some kind of fake sales pitch. It needs to be real.
Anyway, back to the why the title is what it is.
Someone from the group looks at my hands and says, “so, if you practice healing touch, then why do you have bandages on your fingers?” I look down and tell her that my cuticles are cracked from the long winter, so I am treating them. Someone else comments, “Well, wouldn’t you have healthy hands and fingers if you practice healing touch?” You’d think so . . . but I don’t send healing touch to my fingers. I channel the energy to my clients. Plus, I am a real person and learning that being a holistic wellness practitioner does not cure anything. It helps restore physical and emotional well being.
For me, being there with a group of very nice people on a perfect evening was my emotional well being for the week. My fingers aren’t perfect but my emotional state at that moment was good.
I went on to tell them that the past year for me has been amazing and I love, love, love what I do. Studying Reiki and energy medicine has been absolutely wonderful. I’ve read so many books, taken so many classes and met so many wonderful people. It’s filled many of my days with light. I can say that a much higher percentage of my days are rated an 8 or 9 on a scale of 1 to 10 – in the past 6 months. A little over a year ago, most of my days were rated more in the 4 to 6 range. I felt lost and sad most days.
Many of the days now are filled with a sense of purpose and meaning thanks to my teachers and guides. People like Caroline Myss, Norm Shealy, Jean Formo, Cyndi Dale and Anne Brady who spend many, many hours teaching what they believe in. They are all normal, real people as well. For as many books as Caroline and Cyndi have written – which are all amazing – you’d think they would be exemplary and flawless, just like the words on so many of the pages. But they are not flawless. Caroline seems like a very angry person when I saw her at one of her conferences. Cyndi repeatedly tells people of her tortured childhood and how her son has ADHD. I am still a bit disappointed that they aren’t more perfect. Like, I want Caroline to be a saint of a person who never gets angry. But I’m sure the true saints got angry all the time. And I want Cyndi’s children to be perfect. I want her to be able to heal her child’s ailments.
We are real. We are ALL real here on this earth. We have emotions, feelings, memories. We have ups and downs. We have zits and bad gas. There are days when we dislike our spouses and children and parents and siblings. There are days when everyone drives us crazy. But then there are also the days when we are thankful for every single little thing and look at it all with wonder and joy.
This is for all the do-it-yourself-ers and thrifty souls out there.
I truly want to help each and every one of you and believe all knowledge should be shared. I’ve been given the gift of time today so am sharing this with all of you.
List of materials:
Estimated time to complete: 1 hour
Your 24 cards will be divided into 7 groups
Step 1: Create 24 blank cards.
Step 2: Numbering and Colors. With a pencil and color markers or pencils, write Chakra numbers on the cards following the images below.
Step 3: Trim Cards. Using your scissors, carefully trim the cards
Step 4: Phrases and Colors. Take one card at a time. Look at the front of the card Chakra number and color. Flip the card over and write the healing phrase and chakra location on the back side. Refer to the images below for the healing phrases.
Step 5: Use your cards to form a healing statement for yourself.
Step 4: Go to the home page of this website for ways to make your positive statement more effective for you.
Thank you.
Remember. The cards are for personal use and do not cure or diagnose. The intention is to compliment the care of licensed legal and medical professionals.
Dr. Norm Shealy shared last fall, “Most people, if given the chance for instant healing will not accept it.”
I’ve been thinking off and on about this for months. Transformation is a process. And what is to say just being present in a room with other people wanting instant healing isn’t in and of itself an instant healing?
I’d like to thank each and every person for being who they are. What you do is your gift to the world. Every single moment of every day. It doesn’t have to be grand.
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