Dear Beloved Distracted Self, This is What I Want to Tell You…

You have been using distraction for so much of your life to get away from things. To move beyond the outright difficult feelings. You thought those feelings would crush you, destroy you, demolish you, but they will not. I see that you have feared your strength is actually minimal and that you are truly weak, terrified that the world might see this and know the truth about you. But oh my dear beloved, you are not weak, but so strong. You have weathered so many deep pains and traumas both in this lifetime and all the hundreds of others you have lived too, but that’s part of what makes you so strong. You underestimate yourself, you always have.  And part of deciding to live from your truth, from the essence of your divine being-self, is choosing to see yourself as I do. You are beloved. Not just by me but by others there on your energetic plane of existence too and this is your opportunity to thrive within your own work around loving yourself. Everyone else’s love has always felt like it falls short because in truth, your love falls short. Your love for yourself. Can you choose to release some of the distractions that you use to fill up your time and energy with and instead bring to the forefront the deep longing and desire that you have to love yourself? Because only you can do this part of the work. No one else can do it for you – not even me. Can you love yourself and be complete and whole as YOU even when your parents sit right across from you calling you “she” and your birth name? Can you love yourself and be complete and whole as YOU even when you come up against people who act out against you or misbehave? Can you just continue to come home to yourself, within your own truth and be unafraid to be exactly who you are, where you are, when you’re there? I know that you can. I know that these distractions are all things that you think fill you up and make you feel less disconnected, but you don’t need anything to help you feel that because you are connection. Your very essence is oneness and connection with all, when people appear to create disconnection and separation, that is them demonstrating to you their own fears, and discomfort or feeling isolated, separate and alone. The reflection it mirrors back to you is that of your own feelings around those things and your desire to remember none of that is reality. It’s only the fear based thinking of the ego. So maybe next time you come up against those fear based ideas you can ask yourself —maybe this isn’t the case? Then allow your perspective to shift out of the fear and back into the love. Let’s see what happens then, my beloved. Let’s see.  

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Be Still and Know…

Fidgeting in a pew, tapping my shoes on the floor, opening the Book of Common Prayer, closing the Book of Common Prayer. Sit still. Listen. Pay attention. Were the words muttered by the adults around me. Sunday mornings like this for me and many of my fellow two to three-foot-tall humans were tedious and unceasing. Before long my mother created these bags that each of the children could take at the beginning of the service, they had coloring books or notepads, word puzzles, with crayons and the like. They were bags of entertainment for the children, but really relief for the anxious parents afraid their child was making too much noise during service. Looking back now I realize how all of us, parents and children alike, while sitting in a “house of worship” where we were being told parables and stories, quotes from the bible like “Be still and know that I am God”, the last thing we could do was be still. Let alone be still and know…know what? Know that people might be judging me for who I am, or who I choose to love? That unconditional love from that place ended up at times feeling like the biggest hypocritical phrase ever. But in my 40th year on this planet, I am finally learning to know what it means to be still, to be still and know. Now I know the what. And the how. Our lives, our jobs, our houses are filled with all the similar things like those childhood distraction bags. We run from dropping the kids at school, to the office, to a lunch meeting, pick the kids up from school, run home, cook dinner, clean, do laundry, put the kids to bed, watch a bit of House of Cards and fall asleep mid-sentence. Rinse, Wash, Repeat. Be still. My least favorite part of my house, this strict, uninviting, stiff, but beautiful grey mid-century modern couch has taught me a good lesson. In my strict repetition of my schedule, I become uninviting to the softness and calm quiet in my life, stiffened and hardened to those around me who are just as busy and frantic. But my couch teaches me to sit in the discomfort that I race away from, to embrace myself even in my fragility, and to look deeper and see my strength and sturdiness. That I am capable of holding myself up, and even others as needed. My aesthetic doesn’t always fit in with others, but it’s intentional, it’s the look I’m supposed to be going for. To sit with myself, right where I am, even in the midst of the fire, and know. Know that there is light at the end of the tunnel, help is always available, I am not alone. Neither are you.


Alex picked “Sosideshotul Seer” for his title because at the center of his work what he does is “see” people at their core, soul-self. His intention is to demonstrate that vision to the client and help them recognize their ability to manifest healing, and to access their own wisdom. Sessions with Alex can encompass a multitude of modalities depending on what each person’s needs are. Some sessions might be focused more on intuitive readings and channeling information directly from Spirit, (which may include work with crystals, color, and Tarot cards.) Other sessions may focus more on shamanic journeying. The journeys begin and end with drumming, which help him enter an altered state of consciousness to access other realms and facilitate the session. He then acts as an intermediary between the human world and the spirit worlds, where he will walk you through your own shamanic journey. Shamanic journeying is effective at healing traumas and restoring balance and wholeness with the desired result being a mended soul. Our work together is to connect with Spirit Guides to make changes in the ethereal realm that foster healing in this physical reality.

Resolve the disharmony of the soul. Find your way home.

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Guest Writer: Cat Calhoun on Death, Dying and Beyond, Part 4

Hallucinations

For two months the dreams just wouldn’t stop. The images were foreign, the sequences disturbing, the content anxious. Pedaling a three-wheeled cab through unfamiliar streets in Ireland, passing buildings painted in vivid shades of blue, green, and orange. Sneaking into and out of a mental hospital in Louisiana with my friend Brigid to escape an evil sheriff. Wading through a swamp filled with dying animals calling to me for help I could not give.

Brigid had died several weeks prior to the onset of these vivid, heavy dreams. It took me weeks to realize the images belonged not to me, but to Brigid. One night her presence was so real, so sad, so confused that both my partner and I woke in the middle of the night from the heaviness and oppressive quality her suffering mind carried. I saw her clearly that night – red hair flowing as if she was under water, crying in confusion and fear. I did the only thing I could think to do at the moment. I used Reiki to create a safe bubble for her, inviting her to get in and rest. I remember her lying there in her temporary safe zone, her face finally relaxing as I gifted her Reiki energy.

Brigid haunted my nights, not out of maliciousness, but perhaps hoping I could see her, hear her, and give her some grounding. She was reaching out to me for help, but her loss had left me weak with grief. And just as in the dreams she poured into my sleeping hours, I could do little to help.

It took the assistance of my friend Barbara, a serious energy ninja, before I found help for Brigid. Barbara saw how fatigued I was. She sat me down and put her hands on my head as I closed my eyes. In my mind, I saw a dimly lit room in which Brigid was facing me, her eyes locked with mine. After what seemed to be only a few moments, a tall door opened behind Brigid. I saw what looked like highway yellow beyond the opening. She turned toward it and with a bright flash of light she was gone.

The oppressive heaviness I’d felt on my shoulders, in my head, and in my chest for so many weeks lifted immediately. I cried with relief as I called my wife to say that she was gone, crossed over, and hopefully at peace. When asked for details, all I could do was cry with joy and say, “Barbara called her a cab.” I had no idea why I phrased it this way.

Some months later I was at an unseasonably cool fall gathering. It would have been Brigid’s 57th birthday in a few days. I saw Brigid’s daughter, who had been by her side through her illness. Knowing about my ability to talk with those who have crossed over, she asked if I had seen her mother. When I said yes, she wanted to know everything I’d experienced. I was reluctant to tell her until she reminded me that she was there through it all, witness to both her mother’s physical deterioration and the fears her hallucinations had bred.

So I told her. I told her about the disturbing images and fragmented dreams. I told her about the night Brigid’s presence was so vivid. I told her about the visions of carrying her mother’s nearly weightless skin-and-bones body, blood leaking out of every orifice as she begged me for help I was powerless to render. And I told her about Barbara, the flash of yellow, and “calling the cab.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she softly confirmed the dreams as reflective of her mother’s visions and declining health. After another quiet moment she asked, “Did you know my uncle was a cab driver?” I hadn’t. Brigid and her brother were extremely close. I knew she had mourned him deeply when he died. And I now knew that she had gone with him when he came to pick her up.

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When someone dies while not fully connected to what we would consider “reality” (i.e., people in comas, those who are suffering from dementia, people who are hallucinating), there is the possibility that they are not aware that they have died. My friend needed help understanding what had happened to her. When Barbara was able to reach through the fog, to tell Brigid what had happened, and to offer her a way past the twilight awareness and confusion, she accepted it.

I think Brigid would have eventually found her way, as most ‘earth bound’ spirits do, though their concept of time is very different from ours and so it might seem to us that it takes a long time to progress. We can still, however, render assistance from this side of the energetic fence to ease the pain and suffering for those we have lost.

Many shamanic practitioners offer what is called psychopomp work. A psychopomp enters the shamanic state, calling on helper spirits to seek for the spirits of those who have died. If the person is found, we ask the person/spirit if they are comfortable where they are and if they would like help progressing forward. Guardian and helping spirits are always available and eager to help when called upon. If the individual wants to stay where they are for the time being, we will remind them that when they are ready, they can always call for help and help will come.

If you want to check up on someone you care about, contact a shamanic practitioner or rescue medium that is trained in working with those who have transitioned past this physical life. This work can be done either with a local practitioner or remotely, giving those who do not have a shamanic practitioner in their area the ability to offer help to those they love.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 of this series.


Cat Calhoun has been Clinic in whiteseeing dead people for more than 50 years, but that’s not her only claim to fame. She is also a licensed acupuncture practitioner, a Shamanic practitioner, and a certified Usui Reiki Master Therapist whose overwhelming passion is weaving this physical existence into the greater whole of Who We Are.

Shamanic Shifts Meetup Circle – Flagstaff

Hi All,

We are starting a shamanic journey Meetup.com group in Flagstaff starting Thursday, July 13th, 7:00pm. It’s called Shamanic Shifts. Please join us at Heart and Soul Sanctuary.


We invite you to join us to experience Shamanic Shifts first hand, to share in insights, in the mystifbook-shamaniccal, and to journey to other realms.

If you are new to shamanic journey work or you are an experienced practitioner, come explore new spiritual landscapes, connect with your own guides, discover a new sense of awakening, build community & learn spirit-filled rituals for everyday life.

Shamanism sees:
All things as connected and alive.
Everything has consciousness and spirit.
Everything is vibration.
Your inner spiritual work in these unseen realms transforming everyday reality.

Our group is a place to experience and learn about the effectiveness of shamanic work and rituals that can be used in everyday life. Sometimes we will do solo journeys (each person does their own individual journey while sitting in a group circle with Alex drumming,) other times we will do guided group journeys where Alex will lead you to a specific place or guide. Lastly, we will have special ceremonies and rituals at certain times throughout the year, full moons and holidays, like Summer and Winter Solstice and more. We would love for you to join us! This is a tremendous way to incorporate spiritual guidance and wisdom into your life and a wonderful place to build community and spiritual support.

We will meet several times a month for drum journeys, healing rituals, and other practices. Membership to this group is free, but we ask for a $10 love donation for rental space and supply coverage.

We hope you’ll join us on this adventure. Space is limited so make sure to RSVP. Feel free to bring drums, rattles, or any other small percussive hand instruments and any items you might want to place on the altar during the evening!

 

5 Quick Lessons on How to Just “Be.”

Channeling: Remember how to just be. Then remember that you are me.

Greetings loved ones, we welcome you to this place. We invite you to take it in and soak it up for a few moments. Much time has passed since you came to this specific place, many of you have not been to this place in so long. It is a place of deep inner-knowing, reserved for a stillness that many of you in this time and space and this plane of existence on Earth within that density have trouble accessing. You have so much going on in your daily lives, so much distraction, so much engagement. Sometimes you just have to be still, even from your place of discomfort, even from your place of overwhelment, and anxiety. The intensity and weight of this experience on Earth is very dense. Many of you humans grapple with that experience 24/7, there is hardly a breath that you take without it. We want to show you some ways that you can learn to take some breaths without it. The space of journeying, meditation, of yoga, of mindfulness–it’s called so many different things– there are so many different ways to access this space. Those spaces can become like a “pause” button for you to take a deeper breath, a longer breath, feeling it fill you inside all the way down to your Root Chakra. The deep exhale out. We encourage you to be mindful of the need for this place. The need for the moments of slowing down, of venturing inward into the silence, into the void, into the quiet of your heart. Much wisdom and knowledge exists there, it just can’t be heard through the drowning-out-noises of all the chaos that surrounds you on Earth unless you stop intentionally, focus intentionally, create this space intentionally.

Lesson #1: Setting out space even for 5 minutes a day to breathe quietly is better than none! 5 minutes of time can clear your energies and release blockages in your energy field that have been caught  between your Chakras. It can bring you focus and lower your blood pressure, slow your heartbeat, raise your oxygen levels as you take deeper breaths.

Lesson #2: There is no wrong or right way to do this. Each of you inside has a light house, it’s on always. It’s circling the waters in a 360-degree radius, looking to catch your eye, looking to direct you home. You just have to keep an eye out on the horizon for it.

Lesson #3: Much of what it seems like you don’t know in this world is known in “this” space. The answers to questions that are unfathomable to you as humans, the answers and truth of those spaces lie in this dimension, in this space, in the quiet.

Lesson #4: The unknown is not as scary as it seems it is. Because what is your unknown is not unknown by your higher source, by your higher self, by the Divine. There are much larger pieces at play. This is where faith comes in, where trusting that there is a wisdom, an understanding, a love that’s larger than we can imagine comes in.

Lesson #5: Be still. Be. Your instincts on this planet drive you into what you call “fight or flight,” drive you into action, going, doing, running, achieving, accomplishing, winning. Lost are the moments of just being. Being with yourself, being with your family, being still, being calm, being love, being one. When we are focused on doing there is an extraordinarily huge, monumental view of the “other.” We see everything as outside of us when we are competing, when we are accomplishing, when we are winning, when we are beating someone else. We are taking something else so someone else cannot take it from us. But when we are being, when we just are, there is oneness, there is no other. I am you and you are me.

Remember how to just be. Then remember that you are me.

Multitudes of people on that planet are seeking out this space, looking to remember who they are, where they came from, to know where they are going, to know that they are lifted up and supported and held, comforted by some understanding that they are not alone in this experience. We are calling those people. Bringing them forth.


Alex picked “Sosideshotul Seer” for his title because at the center of his work what he does is “see” people at their core, soul-self. His intention is to demonstrate that vision to the client and help them recognize their ability to manifest healing, and to access their own wisdom. Sessions with Alex can encompass a multitude of modalities depending on what each person’s needs are. Some sessions might be focused more on intuitive readings and channeling information directly from Spirit, (which may include work with crystals, color, and Tarot cards.) Other sessions may focus more on shamanic journeying. The journeys begin and end with drumming, which help him enter an altered state of consciousness to access other realms and facilitate the session. He then acts as an intermediary between the human world and the spirit worlds, where he will walk you through your own shamanic journey. Shamanic journeying is effective at healing traumas and restoring balance and wholeness with the desired result being a mended soul. Our work together is to connect with Spirit Guides to make changes in the ethereal realm that foster healing in this physical reality.

Resolve the disharmony of the soul. Find your way home.

Alex Reegan
Clairvoyant, Shamanic Practitioner, Channeler, Soul Seer
www.alexreegan.com
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Guest Writer: Cat Calhoun on Death, Dying, and Beyond

Hi all,

Please welcome the first guest writer of our series, Cat Calhoun.


“I see dead people…”

I was in my early 40’s before I saw them again. The traffic was flowing heavily down 7th Street in downtown Austin as I stood at the corner along with twenty-five or so other pedestrians waiting for the “Walk” sign. A young man with chin-length dark hair wearing a faded black shirt and cargo pants wove his way through the crowd without breaking his stride, somehow touching no one in the tight pack of office workers. He stepped into the street without changing his pace, though cars were still flowing at the maximum allowable speed.

“Wait!” I shouted, alarmed at his seeming oblivion. I shot my arm out, hoping to grasp his backpack and stop him, but came away with nothing but air. I winced involuntarily, waiting for the inevitable thud of body on metal, but he wove his way through the cars as if the scene was choreographed. No one honked, no tires screeched and no one slowed down, including the man in the black t-shirt.

He crossed the street without incident as I watched, dumbfounded. I turned to the suit-and-tie guy next to me and asked incredulously, “Did you see that?!” He had clearly been looking the same direction I was, and no he didn’t have a cell phone in his hand. “See what?” he asked, looking at me a little puzzled. Instead of answering, I looked across the street to see the guy in the faded black t-shirt looking back at me, grinning. He waved at me, then turned and walked right through the middle of a big light pole and disappeared.

My brain went “sizzle…..POP!” as it tried to process what had just happened and then flatly refused to think. I stood in place, unable to move, as the other office workers crossed at the Walk sign. For reasons unknown, I turned around and walked the other direction down Congress Avenue, not really sure where I was going. I turned east on 6th Street, seeing but not really noticing the sparse pedestrian traffic around me.

After a few blocks my brain apparently rebooted itself and I remember asking internally, and yet, as if I was speaking to someone, “How many of the people I am seeing here are not actually physically present?” My breath caught as no less than six people – an older couple across the street, a sad looking man in a polo shirt and jeans, a mother and a child, and a young man who looked homeless – stopped in their tracks, turned to look directly at me, and smiled. A couple of them waved. And I kinda freaked out. All I remember clearly after that is making a beeline back to my office, which was blissfully free of non-corporeal people, and hiding for the rest of the day.

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I was raised in a fundamentalist Christian religion that gave a simple algebraic formula for what happens after you die. If you died as a Christian, you get a life review, get shamed for what you did wrong, go to heaven anyway, then spend the rest of eternity singing hymns and praising God. If you died a non-Christian, you get a life review, get shamed for what you did wrong, then you spend eternity being horribly tortured for what were predominantly thought crimes committed while you had a physical form.

The problem with that formula was that I knew differently even as a little kid. I used the word “again” in the first sentence of this article when I referred to seeing them for a reason. When I was three years old, my grandmother, “Ma’maw,” who was my caregiver, my best friend and my roommate, died. My grief was a deep well that seemed to have no floor. I sank further into it every day after she died until my mom and dad took me to a child psychologist who suggested that I probably wouldn’t heal until we moved out of the house we had all shared together.

Contrary to my Christian teaching, after we moved into a new house, I began to see Ma’maw and to talk with her, which I found very comforting. She wasn’t really gone, she’d just moved to another location and that location didn’t seem to include being sequestered in some kind of eternal church service. As I began to emerge from the haze of my grief I realized I wasn’t the only one affected by my grandmother’s death. My mother was also profoundly lost without her.

I found Mom crying at the kitchen table one day and saw Ma’maw standing behind her. She told me to tell my mother that everything was going to be OK, that she was watching over us, and that she was in a good place. Even though my mother’s sense of relief was instant as I relayed the message and her tears dried, she told me never to say anything like this again. Message received. My mother was comforted, but she was as freaked out as I was by Faded Black T-shirt Guy that day on Congress Avenue. I kept all communications to myself after that, though I continued to speak with my grandmother for some time.

Little children seem to be closer to wherever it is we all come from and return to than adults or even older children are. Perhaps this is why the connection to Spirit is easier for little kids, but fades for many of us as we age. Mine certainly did. Further deepening this problem is our own cultural indoctrination: only that which you experience physically and can prove through testing is real, matters of physical survival are more important than matters of energy or spirit, focus on your education and career is more important than anything else, religious authority trumps the personal experience of Spirit. These tenets are repeated unceasingly in various ways until we almost have no choice but to accept them.

Over time my connection to my grandmother seemed to fade. My ability to see her and to experience the non-physical wonder around me went dark as I pulled the hood further and further over my own eyes. Soon I could only talk with her in my dreams….until I saw the guy in the faded black t-shirt.

When Faded Black T-shirt Guy (may all the deities bless him) yanked that hood away from my vision, my world got a lot bigger. Dying is not the end, but a step to one side and the beginning of a new journey. As I began to interact with these journeyers I have learned a lot about who we are, where it is we might be going, how we get stuck from time to time on our path even after we die … and how to get unstuck.

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In the next article in this series we’ll explore possessions and hauntings, a different perspective on what that is, and how to resolve those.

Death, Dying, and Beyond

A series by Cat Calhoun, Shamanic Practitioner


Cat CalhounClinic in white has been seeing dead people for more than 50 years, but that’s not her only claim to fame. She is also a licensed acupuncture practitioner, a Shamanic practitioner, and a certified Usui Reiki Master Therapist whose overwhelming passion is weaving this physical existence into the greater whole of Who We Are.