March 28, 2010

OK, so this is the scoop as of March 28.

In the last 3 weeks, I spend 7 days and 14 trips opening a bank account! and buy a car. (Do you know what a big commitment to living here buying a car is?)  But how do you look for land without a car?  I drive south 15 hours, through stunningly beautiful land on terrible roads under construction, to La Mana, north 11 hours to Ibarra, and south again 19 hours to Michael’s south of Cuenca, getting lost in 2 towns.   Always own a GPS in Ecuador!

I went to La Mana and arrived there at 5 pm to a great bright rainbow with one foot landing in the land I was to ask about!  The Equinox was to be the next morning and I got up in the dark to be on the land at 5:48am.  I headed out of the hostel in my high, trusty royal blue car, and found that the gate was locked.  I sat there wondering what to do now, thinking that I should have realized this would be the case and requested that this be unlocked last night.  The cuitadoro, the caretaker, appeared right when I was going to give up and I thought, “OK all is not lost yet”, there is still time to get to the land before the time.  I started down the roads of this banana plantation and found that I was deep in the maze before realizing I missed a turn.  They all look alike and I thought I could find my way, but alas.   When I realized that I was hopelessly lost , I stood in the midst of the bananas and did my ceremony.  Not lost, for I could see the mountain where I knew I was supposed to be, but the roads did not lead over there!  Soon I let go of what I had planned and just opened to looking at what I was being shown.  I was seeing slavery, and had experienced the plantation owner the last trip, and this was being acted out in our time.  Oh how naïve am I.  The people were not happy, they would not look me in the eyes, they hung their heads, the children looked scared and wary, without laughter or smiles.  They all looked resentful and far from trusting.  After snaking through many roads and tiny communities of worse than indentured servants, I found the right road and took it up the hill.

I went straight away to the Shaman’s home where the pyramids stand and had an incredible meditation that erased 2 hours, unbeknownst to me.   I just remember that it was powerful and that it felt like I had this beautiful shaman’s energy around me as a friend.  I felt that I was being supported in a big realization.   I drove down the hill directly below the shaman’s home and came upon a huge land mover with great claws scraping into the land, trees and stream.  It was the land baron’s, the banana plantation’s owner, who had gold miners stationed all over his land panning for gold in the streams.  When more than usual was found this huge machine was sent to cut into the land, trees and all, and rape and pillage to get to the veins of gold.  (You could see these veins everywhere as you walked, this land was so rich.  You could just dig your fingernail into the rock and you would have gold flecks under it.)  I walked in to see what was going on and felt sick:   Here, this smoking beast had cut open a huge gash in the forest.

I went back to the hostel and lay in bed for the rest of the day feeling such an array of emotions and trying to make sense of everything. There was no way that babies would ask to be born into such slavery and hopeless, forlorn consciousness; into such disrespect for the land, nature, water and minerals.  I knew that this man would never change his ways.  I knew that I couldn’t stand being a neighbor to this contempt of nature.  The water’s consciousness was perfect and such an incredible gift, but I realized that what the land and people held was just as important.  I did my own inner work of slavery and being overpowered, being in greed and overpowering.  I asked that the land be cleared and prayed for the people to find other choices.

Jose and Fernanda offered me the Shamans house to rent.  What exquisite energy and I would have loved to rent it, had things been right.  They knew what I said was true and that it was not possible to carry Sacred Birthing out here.  They cried at the loss of what they hoped would come into their town to shift this energy.  They were so hard to leave.  She knows as much English as I know Spanish, but even without language, our hearts were one in such a short time.  I love them so much.  We cried together as I left.

I drove 11 hours back up north, being called to another area north of Ibarra that I was surprised to see grew sugar cane!  Oh Aloha!  Glorious green plants swaying in the winds, but also burnt and smoking fields filling your nostrils.  I kept driving, looking and driving on, for there was again, the grand haciendas and shacks.  But here, the workers were black and were cutting the cane by hand!  Such hard work and long faces.  Again I was being shown slavery in this day and age.  I inwardly did what I was called to do and drove to a hostel next to a hot springs, where other black people owned a sweet place of cabanas and had their community  who lived together, with each person responsible for different aspect of the hostel’s running.  Good karma.

To complete this saga, I went to see the people who first told me about La Mana, and told them about my experience there.  They surprised me by saying that they were dealing with the same issue.  That someone they did not even know had just treated them in a totally disrespectful way, and expected them to work “like a slave” and they had passed on this email so now the community was all aware and taking part.  And you all?  I would suppose that this is up for many people.  And as I cleared it all, there was such a definite difference in the quality of my guidance and life.  Whoopee!

CUENCA

So, was all this driving just for this slavery issue?  Because I am being called south again and wish I had just driven more south when I was already mostly there, being in La Mana.  I am called to Cuenca, beautiful Cuenca, that I once described as, “It looks like the Alps in summer time”  Beautiful HUGE 12,000 ft intensely green mountains plunging down to little rectangles of different colors, farms of different grains growing, making patchworks of colors in the lower regions.  I am drawn to an area north of Cuenca called Riviera, up a tiny awful road, and finally get to a good road that goes to the top of the mountain and onward, but by this time the clouds have come in and I can see nothing, so I descend.

I call Michael and Penny (from Kauai, also in the south Cuenca area) and make arrangements to visit and hold still for a time.  He is a realtor, and is working on creating an intentional community.  I get ‘lost’ going the last 5 kilometers and end up in an incredible town at the top of this mountain, called Asencion!  There I meet an 87 year old man who so proudly shows me around his tiny town.  The church is most impressive, but on it is a gilded picture of the annunciation with Mary and the Angel Gabriel! That’s not the ascension!   Am I mixing up these words or what?!  Anyway, there is “agua crystilina”, beautiful crystal clear gushing water coming down from the mountain, and everyone looks happy and well satisfied.  They wave and smile.  We talk in Spanish!!! And I understand him!  Mostly! He talks nice and slow.  He tells me that May 1 is the festival of Freedom, when the Patron was overthrown and the land broken up and given to the people.  He tells me that there is not a bad person in the whole community.  Wow, what a statement.

That night Michael shows me a picture of a piece of land right above his house, in the mountains that takes my breath away.  Ok, so I will go explore further.  Sunday morning I go again to this tiny town and this time keep going past where the man showed me.  Here is this big incredible rock mountain that rises out in the middle of the most beautiful meadow with 3 crystalina streams coming through it and knoll after knoll of the most perfect places to build little pod homes.  And I suddenly remembered what I had been told so many times – there will be a rock face!  Could this land be it?   This place was so inspiring, and what else does one wish to be born into and live in?  Surely, a place that inspires!  I sit on the hill at the side of the road to feel it.  It is delicious.   But I am told this would be a great birthing sanctuary but is not the right place for the school AND birthing sanctuary.  I’m told that I was taken here so I would recognize the place where I am going tomorrow:   back to the place where the fog rolled in.   So what do I clear tonight so that I am ready tomorrow? I think I will rent a house up in that little town.  And learn Spanish there. Stay tuned.

For the next two days I am sicker than a dog.  Seems all the fried foods that I have eaten, the typical Ecuadorian food, has caught up with me and my gall bladder has gone on strike!  Blessed Michael and Penny make me raw juices and get me back on my feet by day three.  They also introduce me to a clinic that gives O3 treatments and I now have a mode of healing all that is going on in my body!  Cool!  So I guess I am not to rent a place up there.  Humph.

So what DO I know?

Shanoan, an old buddy from years ago, joined up with me 3 weeks ago to help SB grow and will be coming TO LIVE HERE in 4 weeks.  Far OUT!

March 30.

Yesterday Viviana, from Ecuador, someone who knows her work is with children but knows not how or what, calls and says they were guided in a meditation to join with SB.  And my first thought is, “Oh yeah, but where will they stay?” William is from Oz, and is a nature spirit, belongs in the garden and can’t wait to get there, and 2 year old Emanuel has been calling my name since I was there 3 weeks ago. Good Friday is the day I was going to explore the land I have been drawn to 3 hours away.  Viviana knows and asks that I have the help of Sananda to find it and clearly know that it is it.

I’ve had to just STOP since things so drastically changed to make sense of what’s next.  I checked into a hostel at the hot springs at Banos.  It’s such a relief to hold still and have high speed internet, something we so take for granted in the US.

April 6

Viviana called again and I told her that everything changed over Easter weekend so it did not make sense for her family to join up with me.  Guidance now is to put all emphasis on preconception instead of the school or birthing sanctuary. She said they had no agenda except to follow their guidance in every moment and to do what nature suggests. She said it did not matter what I did, that their guidance was to join me.  To me she holds an incredible piece for these children, to create a place to protect their light.  The pieces are going together.  Two properties adjoining, one for each aspect.   Creating energy to protect conception, birth and the children.   I spend 3 days catching up on computer stuff.

Alec is pregnant and having twins!  What a remarkable thing!  No twins in the family but still it occurs and from a very high vibration conception!  And what a time to birth 2 babies.  Oh my goodness.  I get to go play with her and go help her!  So that must mean I’m coming back to the states!  Wow, that means that all my paperwork will have to be in order!  So many find details that the Universe must handle and not me!  Bless you Alec and Ryan.  July 22 is the due date, for your info since that doesn’t mean a thing.  Thank you dear Anastacia and Carole for responding to her as you did.

Time to move on.  I feel called to west of Cuenca and head there in the morning.  So is this more inner work?   More pieces to put together?  Or could it possibly lead to the land?  It all leads to the land, so relax and enjoy it Sunni.

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With Options for How You can Help Support This Amazing Project

Have you heard that Shawna Carol’s Goddess Chant is coming to Kauai? Since its premiere in 1998, Goddess Chant has been performed in New York City: in Rochester, NY, at the Omega Institute; in San Antonio, Texas; and in one of the oldest cathedrals in the US, Arlington St. Church in Boston. Goddess Chant received its West Coast Premiere in Seattle at the WOW Festival in February 2000 and its European Premiere at the Goddess Conference in Glastonbury England in 2003. Choirs from all over the United States have expressed interest in performing Goddess Chant.

Kauai’s own Shawna Carol has created a voice and experience of the Divine Feminine that feeds us like the nectar of the Mother of us all. This is Goddess Chant: a multi-disciplinary performance piece containing song, dance, spoken word and the dynamics of true ritual. Not a vehicle creating more separation and polarization, Goddess Chant energizes a part of us that knows the way “Home” and unites us within a cohesive whole. Through it, we are embraced by a love that has always been and will always be. For many, Goddess Chant is a healing, empowering and uplifting experience.

Shawna Carol is driven by a conviction that the reemergence of the Goddess is a reflection of the readiness of our society to restore the balance of power between men and women. So much of our time and money is spent on healing the ills of society. Domestic and global violence; birth trauma; the breakdown of family, community, our physical, mental and emotional health, as well as the woundedness of Nature; are all indications of a world out of balance. When we come home to ourselves, remember who we really are and attend to the interrelationship of all life, amazing things can happen.

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Kelly Torok

MY STORY OF THE LAST MONTH, HEADING TO THE LAND.

I went to Vilcabamba in late January, since things happened that made it clear that I was not meant to go to Mon Peche,  “the Hawaii of Ecuador,”  I’m homesick, Pooh. I am directed to Vilcabamba.  Vilcabamba is a pretty little town, but I knew it was not where I belonged. It’s like a little America, a collection of gringos who are all very interesting with fascinating past histories, but sit and talk all day.  It was fun for two weeks.  The first day, my feeling was, this land is not nourishing.  However, in 2 days there I meet Sienna, a 60 something woman who writes on the clearing of the patriarchy from the cellular body so the Feminine can flow again.  www.Stealingthemoon.com     We have interesting talks and she later hands me a book that I glom onto, called, The Sacred Matrix, by Dieter Duhm. It is an incredible book about what a very conscious community in Spain has gone through over 25 years to be an incredible focus of world peace.   It shows us that we have the same community passion.  I read the book and feel my world expanding during the 2 weeks it takes me to read and take notes and integrate it.  During that time we talk deeply.  I feel called to leave after ‘hermitting’ throughout this time reading, and I find out that the day I am to be in Quito again, one of the people who has been at the Sacred Matrix book’s community for 25 years, called Tamera,  flies into Quito too!  I might have let it all go if it were not for this synchronicity.  (And meeting her was something special.  One of the most authentic people I have ever met, so I knew they are doing something really well.)

Sienna at the last moment, comes up to Quito too to meet her and decides to travel with me to find land for community, for who knows what this fuller vision of community really means now and does it include more than I understood previously??.  Community has expanded for me since reading that book.  I feel that Birthing is just a part of something much bigger.  And it is.  Sienna comes to Mindo with me.

February  first week

In Mindo there was a piece of beautiful land that I saw.  Did I describe it before?  115 acres with a river running through it, and two big islands, and a hostel, a stable, a place for raised beds, flat lands with boundaries of steep mountains with its forest still in tact.  I was so jazzed as I walked just the 40 acre flat part with springs on it.  I was so excited.  But that afternoon I felt depressed!  What is going on?   I hear, “this is the 2^nd best land piece.”  I ask, what is piece #1?   and hear, “keep looking.”  I have found what has been my desire for how many years?  And I am to let it go?   So I let it go.  That night I am inwardly rewarded for this and so much is so much easier after this.  Our guidance is such a kind benevolent being that always looks out for our best.

We hold up in a hostel because of pouring rainy season with intense mud and do what she calls Feeling States to remove undigested materials from the aura and energy system.  At that time, a past life floods me that I saw in the 80’s and remember quite well.  It was about a hunchbacked ugly dark man who walked funny, who caught me by the hair and put me in a cage on wheels pulled by a horse, took me to a town far away and used me as an example to them that they would be killed too and all their families and townspeople if they did such wretched things like be a midwife.  I was killed and so were my people and son who ran behind the cage the whole way.  The past life was remembered in detail this time but I remember it from before too and especially for some reason remember the ugly man.  Her experience is that we came out of the light, and from then, went back and forth each lifetime, vying for power and killing the other one.  Days Later, the words “arch rival” come to me and I realize that she is it, and that we have done this rivalry thing forever and ever.  I send up a prayer to bring it to balance this time.

The rain is oppressive and I know there is another land calling. A friend in Mindo lends me her car till she returns from the states in a month.  We go to where it is sunny and a higher elevation and to a good hostel, Peguchi, outside of Otavalo.  I meet a couple from Chile who are both counselors and we talk long into the night.  In the morning I get a note slipped under my door since they left early, that said,

“When you find it, I will come and help you.”

Love Cristine.

Its Carnaval, and it gets wild at Carnival time so we can’t stay where we were, and there is not a room to be had because we leave a day later than I was told to because of the sKype call with you all.  We find a place for too much money but in the morning, in between many typical songs of Spanish dancing music, John Denver’s ‘Country Road’ comes on and I say to her, “Let’s hit the road”, and she said she was just thinking that too.  We had heard the world INTAG 3 times that day before, so I thought that was where the next step would be.  That morning, all I am getting is to “go to a lake,” no direction and no city named Intag can be found.  We start to a lake outside of Cotacochi wondering a lot, and in an hour at a lake, there is a V and a toll person I talk to, to ask where the town is.  It’s not a town but a big area!  and the other side of the V will take us there!  We are at the top of the mountain going down in the thick fog, the cloud forest.  We get to a stunning town, in the midst of sheer peaks, Apuela, and at that town is an extreme sport bike race where 150 international riders and cameramen come for the start of the race.  An American man, Dale, comes up to me and said he saw me here last year!  Well, no, I’ve never been here.  The American group he’s traveling with, Gary and Linda, my age, and Scott and Holly, 39 and 28, and Sienna and I hit it off, so they suggest a hostel a few miles away.  They are residents of Ecuador but have only been here for 4 years.  Scott and Holly only months.

That night I’m asked why I am in Ecuador, and talk about Sacred Birthing and they tell me about land in a place called La Mana which they consider a most spiritual place in Ecuador where ancient artifacts and stones have been found in a 300 ft cave that chart the whole world, and the water has gold and silver in it.  And then the Scott said he had always felt it would be the right place to birth his children when he has them!!!!!!    They say they will take me.

Feb  19

The next morning they were leaving to go into the Rainforest.  I jumped on taking a trip with them – by a three hour mule ride!  The rainforest is exquisite with a diversity that is unknown in our western brains and visions.  So many things growing and the air quality has never been experienced by us.  The closest similar experience to this is being in the Redwoods.  Here, you can breathe in a way that you can’t any other place.  It actually feels like the forest is breathing you.  An amazing feeling and I feel like so much of me physically heals just being in the presence of this being, the Busque, or Rainforest.  Circulation, respiration, lungs cleaning out, clearer thinking.  An incredible feeling.  The river beneath is absolutely Emerald green with clean white rapids and breathtaking.  We see slews of tiny orchids and huge Copal trees with their distinct and cleansing smell.  Oh I am so glad for having taken this trip.  However the oil companies and mining companies are creating a road cutting right through this most pristine area and in another year it will be finished and will change this area forever.  We visit an American man who stewards 15 thousand acres of the forest and has created a hostel for this experience.  Bless you Jose.

Back at a hotsprings soaking sore muscles, we decide to go to Cotocatchi where this group is from, to do more feeling states, which I am committed to doing the three weeks it takes to move through this with her.  And there, I can think of nothing else but La Mana.  I soooo want to go to this land and they have taken it on to get me there!  Thank you Scott and HollyMa!  They are leaving for the states in 9 days so it’s a quick decision that 4 of us go in my little tiny car, finding Cacao, vanilla bean orchids and cinnamon tree babies along the way to bring home and plant.

FEB 24

The land around La Mana is so fertile that everything grows.  Fruits, veggies, huge piles of everything are waiting to be bought, sold, shipped to other areas in the countries, or shipped around the world as the mountains of bananas and plaintain attest.  Here again is rainforest, but most has been cut down except on steep slopes to create banana plantations that stretch for miles.  We come into town and go meet a friend of Scott’s, Jose and his daughter who really gets what I have come for.  The first day, we are taken to a farm of 800 acres, (do you know how big that is???) that is for sale and has many springs on it.  People are panning for gold there!

The next day Jose takes us to the shaman’s home who took this beautiful water to many countries to be tested and evaluated.  It was found to have an incredible mineral content.  This shaman learned about this water and shared his knowledge with a neighbor woman, L, who, when he died, did not protect the water but tried to exploit it by selling it out of the country for huge profit.  BUT, Gary, Linda and Scott were there at that moment, the day before this transaction was to go through and asked a simple question to L,  “Don’t you think this water should go for something better than money?”  Her hesitation from their question in that critical moment was what stalled and eliminated the deal.  She also, I am told, did not protect the artifacts that he was guided to, but sold them to Europe.  His land has some of the rocks and artifacts in a museum and 5 pyramids in a formation on his land.  They are laid out as he was told to do, to bring in wisdom from the stars. Scott was making an offering. I stepped close to the first pyramid and received a download of the shaman himself. The next one was of nature energy, the next was the star being’s energy, then the elements, and the last was Pachamama, the Earth Herself. Each gave me an invitation to return.  And when I got to the last one, the heavens opened up with thunder, lightning and lots of rain!  Arrangements were made for me to return as often as I liked and soaked but full, we walked back to the car.  I know I will return, and make plans for a room in a hostel.

By the way, La Mana, with the accent on the NA, means, Abundance here, but it is so wonderful to me that it is a Hawaiian word, meaning Life Force or chi or Universal Energy.  GO SEE WWW.HUMANRESONANCE.ORG and click on Water, and Earth and follow the many links all about La Mana.

MARCH

We return to Cotachachi, Feb 28, I return the car to my friend in Mindo, and find myself sick with diarrhea for 4 days, staying sacked out in a lovely hostel with an Angel nurse who brings me herb tea and crackers.  I’m thinking I must have eaten something bad, but realizing finally that I was drinking the La Mana water the whole time and I must be purifying!   Very strong purification it offers.

I am now in Quito at Bernarda’s and Sabastian’s home, a skyscraper apartment house on top of 1500 ft cliffs of Quito, that has the most stunning view and looks down the valley and river and town of colored houses with curving roads and over to green hills, a most amazing home.  Bernarda is Sacred Birthing rolled up into a little powerhouse of a woman.  When I met her she was saying the words that I would use to describe birth.  She is 30 and helps mamas in the hospital and at home.  Her experiences unfortunately, are the very same as ours are, since American birth has infiltrated everywhere.  She is a doula extrodinaire who has taught me so much and now I feel she was my reason to be told to go to Mindo.  Her whole family is involved in SB Ecuador, an Aunt to translate what I write to the lawyer, a brother in law who is stepping into being an administrator and knows 4 languages, and a cousin who is the Lawyer!

So the reason I know that the land is found and acquired before it even is, is that instead of having a scanner on land in my head every time I rest, I am building round homes on a community!  I see how and where and know how it is to unfold!  It’s happening this time!

So let me tell you what I have been given:

For years I know I am to create a Birthing Sanctuary for the birthing of a new humanity.  And I get that couples are to come for a year, not months.  At various times starting in the 90’s, I also knew that the ways that birth a baby will also birth a human into another dimension:  Ascension.  Lately I hear that the Sanctuary is for this too.  I know I am being given one piece after the other.

Then I am given that what I am to do is a business, and the business is for building eco homes.  OK I think, we will build our own buildings and that’s a great thing to empower the men and women.  Or, women are placing their attention more on the art of creating a baby/birthing. Then it turns into creating a school. It becomes a school for Indigo young people, a school for leadership and empowerment that teaches those who will be the teachers.  Those who choose to be parents some day. We teach so that you remember who you already are.  And you will then teach others too. We teach you that you go teach in your home country.

So to teach and have them refine themselves in La Mana will raise their energy and conception will occur in a higher way.  We teach a revised SB Doula course for homebirth, which includes Birthshop 1 & 2; we eat organically and plant and grow a garden with the perma-culture ideals. We learn and build our own home.  We teach the inner work of letting go of the ego wounds and the pain body so that every relationship is just our own mirror and becomes a gift.  We teach energetic healing, energetic integrity, using your third eye, maintaining balance in these amazing times with many versions of Sacred Technology.  When birth happens, it is a home birth and that is totally a part of this culture.

This is our community.  And this ability to act now is the reason that it must happen here and not Kauai.  Kauai will not loosen its rules on land use till its too late and then there is not time and materials to do enough then.  Here we will get started on the garden immediately and then the first clusters of pods.

Planetary Leadership School for Indigos couples,

Lifeskills for Teachers.

Suggestions on a title?   for the web page?  And another short one that is catchy that becomes what the town knows us as?

This allows us the ability to get people visas to enter and stay in the country.

So the school for parents is what is happening in the time as their baby grows.  And, they go home empowered in life, with the ability to be self-sustaining and be able to teach others. This is how SB spreads as grass roots, without the hierarchy: one mama and papa each telling others, sharing their experiences and teaching what they learned.  This is the Sacred Birthing Sanctuary.

March 5 2010

So many thoughts!

Those who will be permanent staff will have their “Anastacia” Kin Domain, and there will also be a roving staff that can come for weeks or months to live and share their specialty and return home.  Always best to think of this as a few year stint as it reduces the overwhelm.  And it may be!  At some point in time, there will be many who come here and we will receive them, and that too will be orchestrated beautifully.

Oh my Goddess it is finally happening!

I thank you all, Sacred Birthing Kauai, for your incredible energetic holding and helping me along the way.  This was harder than I ever thought it would be, but Everything has been given before or at the moment I knew it was necessary so it was never heavy.

And I know it was my own purification that made it hard.  If you only knew what I have moved through as the land got closer and closer!  (But I know that is true for you all too)  So I am grateful for that opportunity and as usual, that is custom made, just for my own growth and clearing!  I look forward to not eating in restaurants.  And sleeping in my own bed with my own pillow!  Such little and easily fulfill-able requests are in my near future!  This trip has drastically reduced my consumerism and ideas of what is needed in life, and grown my appreciation of others, no matter who they are.  Its so amazing that language is so very important, so if you feel drawn to SBE, bone up on Spanish, for these people are so dear!  They wear their hearts outside their chests and so want to interact, that you will want to commune with them, and not just to get your needs met.  Tuesday I will go back down to La Mana to find our land.

Be well,  I love you,

Sunni

Women for millions of years have called forth an energy that encompasses divine love.  A feeling of being caressed lightly by the wind blowing, the smells that stimulate the pallet and the listening with the heart open brings fullness of the power that lies within.  The Divine Feminine is strength and gentleness all at once.

Remembering that the power of energetic thought changes the direction of a rock slide and let’s go of fear is where our power lies.  Are we ready?  Do we feel the power that lies within us when we speak our truth?  Do we trust in the innate ability to shift what is to remembering deep within us the love that radiates out?  Are we ready to shed the masks that are not our identity and feel instead transparent in our movement upon this earth?

*The Divine Feminine is defined by each of us today as we choose to understand within us a flow of love instead of a constriction that blocks energy in all directions.

*The Divine Feminine within each of us allows ourselves to breathe deeply and freely and walk as though the air lifts us to another level of being.

*The Divine Feminine is touch with joy in our hearts and freedom to express love in all directions in all ways.

One evening last week, I was pulled to drive up along the edge of the ancient mountain of the Mother Goddess on Kauai with my friend Jurate.  Immediately the Mother Goddess started channeling her message to us.

“Humanity is crying.”

Soon earth will not look anything like it does now

Men will no longer be in control

The division between dark and light will be understood.   People will choose one or the other and no one can do it for another.  It is up to each person.

In the Light there will be one language, all will understand each other.”

Receiving this message I understand more deeply my life unfolding this lifetime to be of service to women everywhere who are open and willing to step into their power and remember the lifeblood of love that they carry within themselves.

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As one discovers they are pregnant many emotions begin to surface and only that birthing goddess along with their partner will come to understand the wisdom that lies within them for this baby coming into the world.  Often times we discover many emotions have to do with our own events in life, or belief systems that define who we are.  For many people suffering is a belief system that is considered part of life.  What if we discovered as humanity that suffering is not really needed to thrive in life.  What would change within us?  How would we get out of bed every day?  Would we still go through the same routines that we do now?  How would we give birth?

What I learned as a child was not to acknowledge the pain, the lack of love, therefore I learned to be strong and take in much pain and hurt in my life creating a body that could not feel.  I was walking around in life pretending who I was instead of being who I am.  Physical pain as well as emotional and spiritual pain comes through the same body.  Peace could not exist because my head had to always be creating the next scenario of the “suppose to be” instead of living in truth at the moment.

Sometimes in realizing that one can come from joy old wounds begin to surface.  I believe this is the old patterns, ways of life letting go from our being.  Wounds come from many sources throughout our lives and long to be healed long after the visible hurt.  Wounded ness stops the flow of love from running through our body.  When we are wounded our body goes into contraction and we hold our breath.

The young children being born today are asking us as adults to pay attention to our wounded ness.  The children are singing, dancing, playing, loving and they are mad at what the “walls of pain” create.  They want to move freely and yet walls keep creating hurt and pain and they do not know how to get around the walls.  They try to penetrate and know the softness but cannot get to the love.  They want to be treated with respect and held accountable to life’s lessons of growing and creating something new.  They want the freedom to be partners in this evolving transformation of humanity and the world.

The children know the oneness, feel it and yet the adults surrounding them hold the love hidden within and the children feel alone, and become fearful again.  The children begin to learn that they must figure out the “game” if they are to exist.  Asking themselves what are the rules that I must play by in order to survive in life because thriving is not an option.  History repeats itself the wounded ness continues.  We feel less.  We care less.  We speak not from our own soul/our own truth.  We speak from the wounded ness of survival and we try to cover up the pain with many outside sources so that we can say we are happy.  Are WE?

Opening our hearts creates an opening for the wounded ness to heal and not carry it forward.  Children coming into the world today have little tolerance for untruth. The children today are asking us as adults to heal our hurts, to let the walls down.  Are you ready to let go of the walls of pain and let love run through you creating peace?  Can you visualize yourself being cuddled with wide-open arms not judged just loved?  The children are waiting for open arms of love let’s give them a chance to be their best possible selves and thrive here on Planet Earth by healing our walls of pain.  Joy is our birthright!!!!

There are already 3 major pieces of land that they are looking at, and one is 2000 acres, another 500 acres in mindo, and one down in Cuenca that is smaller.  So he is playing big and <i feel he is someone who you will enjoy and respect.  Bryce will be down to see them in a few weeks so things are moving ahead.  I will be down to see him and Penny, his wife, in about a week.  Our feeling about working and living with nature is aligned, I think I am more looking for the pristine.  Anyway, its good.

As far as the buildings / land finances, a big house of American tastes, but not ostentacious, will end up costing 80,000. dollars and i felt 150,000. was to be land.  This will be less if there is other land around for protection and silence.  By joining hands it saves. Its also  much more interesting a project, as many of the 18 people are teachers who are interested in creating a conference center kind of thing.  So its a whole different ballgame that we can enter into but not have to do it all.  I must say i feel much relief.  And more than that , i feel jazzed at the ideas and that it is feasible.  I will be going south after meeting Michael, TO MEET THESE 18 FOLKS. (cAPITALS HAPPENED BY THEMSELF!)  Ok I get it!

So thats all for now,  Mull this over and see how it feels.

early november
Before I came down here, I was given an idea to create a food bar for pregnant women for the baby´s nutritian, and i found that nutritian is very poor. The thick black braids of the indiginous men and women hang down their backs.  But babies are born with wispy hair and it doesn´t seem to come in any more.  Some babies have great shocks of
hair though.  Coke and tootsie pops are constantly in the mouthes of babes and children and adults!  Even fruit juices are “ënhanced”´with sugar.  Many schools feed the children protein for they only get white bread and white rice at home.

I found out that Breast feeding is stopped at 7-9 months and when talking to a mom i said that in the US, fewer babies are born when mamas nurse longer, this mama said, “oh no, longer feeding makes the
babies angry and spoiled.”  But the partera said that typically “the milk goes bad´” or dries up.    All nutritian.   Then <i found a 15 year old picture, of a mom nursing a 4-5 year old so this is a new response.  One mom who i thought was 32-36, was actually 22 with only one child.  The Indiginous are used to extreemly hard work.

I saw the food bars for all indiginous peoples, going right around the world.  I was even given the name.  And <i just scored the right person in the right area to grow the main ingrediant – organic sunflower seeds!  I see it as a women´s cooperative for economic stability as well as helping the babies and mamas.  Everybody is excited by the idea and are wanting to help.  Its magic to talk about this and the Sanctuary here, because there is so much juice!.  so my question to you is,   what could be added for the most mineral impact? I keep coming up with Spinach for the vitamin k for baby and mama, for not bleeding at birth, but what else would have a variety of minerals?  then <i will research what you suggest with what grows locally. (Sherry had lots of great suggestions)

New years morning breakfast, i met two people who asked me to spend the evening with them.  In Cayambe, the area that is ringed with mountains, I moved hostels to a hotel and new years eve was spent in the home of a gentleman horseman and their best friends who all love horses.  It was interesting to take part in the typical celebration.  Finger food was served constantly untill you were stuffed.  I understood none of the talk.  At midnight, under a huge full moon for the 5th day, the dummys, stuffed lifesized manikins made for every person, dressed with old clothes of the year  were  lit on fire. This was to let go of everything that you were ready to let go of.  (Some men truck drivers really got into it and placed a banana in an appropriate place and tied the dummy onto the front of his truck.  I guess the banana was burned too!  What a big let go! )

I spent the next days with this family, a 74 year old grandfather with Emphesemia, a 5 year old adopted boy who was fathered by a local priest, and the mom Anne and dad Vladimere both Ecuadorian.  They took me to  their farm, and the new farm they will rent, where they will grow the Sunflowers for the food bar.  A stunning farm with mountains that go straight up on 3 sides!  I stayed at a hacienda of an italian family, also horse people, and had the best country italian food i have ever had.  the land lords  are wanting to get pregnant and were full of questions and interest.  I am blown away at the people i am led to, and all the enthusiasm that talking about this creates.  That
was the third couple from staying at this hacienda, 4 days in their hotel and the best food in Ecuador = 62.00.  They completed my stay by saying to me,  ”if you have any emergency, call us.  We are yourfamily now.”

I have been rerouted to go South to talk to michael in Cuenca instead of going to the beach in the north.  so i leave tomorrow.  Feels like something is being drummed up!

Love to you all,
Sunni

January 17, 2010

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I listen, just listen.  I don’t judge, this is not my journey.

I listen just listen.  I don’t interrupt, I don’t interfere this is not my journey.

I listen just listen, with love, compassion and respect.  That is my journey

Learning to listen is a life time of work.  Begin by learning to listen to self.  When self says stop, going too fast, eating too much, over working, do you listen?  Nah!  I keep going, fun is fast.  Crash!  I should have listened.  I’ll just have one bite of the double fudge chocolate cake.  Oh my, that was a whole piece.  I should have listened.  I will work the 60 hours this week and accumulate some comp time then I will have a way to take time off.  I have been working 60 hour weeks for 6 months and now everybody expects this work load from me.  Am I really a supper hero?  I should have listened.

Next learn to listen to your children.  Start with your unborn baby who has so much to share if we just listen.  Instead we want to prod and poke mother’s belly with needles and ultrasound.  The machines and the fluid-filled needles are now doing the listening.

Listen to your newborn, she will tell you so much with a grimace and a sigh and a crinkle of her nose.  Listen and watch and you will learn all about your newborn.

Listen to your toddler say “no!”, and “I won’t”, and “me do”.  Listen and respect this person’s – little as he may be – need to separate and move away as he continues to cling to the comfort of mother’s lap.

Listen to your teenager when she says, “but mom – dad you don’t understand, I can handle myself at an all night co-ed, sleep over party.”  Listen and hear your child’s plea for help in finding herself in a world that expects so much so fast.

Listen to your partner and really hear the words of love that may sound less than loving.  Listen for the softness of compassion that may be buried in the day-to-day stress of getting by in this changing world.  Listen with your heart and not your head.

Listen to your friend and let this friend finish the story before you move in with yours.  Listen and hear the perfection of the story and don’t try to fix anything.  This is not your journey, it is not your story, but it needs to be told, just listen.

Listen to the bird that sits in the tree every morning and serenades you with love.  Listen to the frogs that croak at night to the beautiful background songs of the crickets.

Listen to your own heart that is pleading for a quiet moment with you to just listen to the steady and never ending lub dub   lub dub   lub dub   lub dub.

Listen, just listen, don’t judge, don’t interfere, and don’t interrupt.  Listen, just listen and you will hear so much, especially in those moments of silence.

What I learned as a child was not to acknowledge the pain, the lack of love, therefore I learned to be strong and take in much pain and hurt in my life creating a body that could not feel. I was walking around in life pretending who I was instead of being who I am. Physical pain as well as emotional and spiritual pain comes through the same body. Peace could not exist because my head had to always be creating the next scenario of the “suppose to be” instead of living in truth at the moment.

Sometimes in realizing that one can come from joy old wounds begin to surface. I believe this is the old patterns, ways of life letting go from our being. Wounds come from many sources throughout our lives and long to be healed long after the visible hurt. Wounded ness stops the flow of love from running through our body. When we are wounded our body goes into contraction and we hold our breath.

The young children being born today are asking us as adults to pay attention to our wounded ness. The children are singing, dancing, playing, loving and they are mad at what the “walls of pain” create. They want to move freely and yet walls keep creating hurt and pain and they do not know how to get around the walls. They try to penetrate and know the softness but cannot get to the love. They want to be treated with respect and held accountable to life’s lessons of growing and creating something new. They want the freedom to be partners in this evolving transformation of humanity and the world.

The children know the oneness, feel it and yet the adults surrounding them hold the love hidden within and the children feel alone, and become fearful again. The children begin to learn that they must figure out the “game” if they are to exist. Asking themselves what are the rules that I must play by in order to survive in life because thriving is not an option. History repeats itself the wounded ness continues. We feel less. We care less. We speak not from our own soul/our own truth. We speak from the wounded ness of survival and we try to cover up the pain with many outside sources so that we can say we are happy. Are WE?

Opening our hearts creates an opening for the wounded ness to heal and not carry it forward. Children coming into the world today have little tolerance for untruth. The children today are asking us as adults to heal our hurts, to let the walls down. Are you ready to let go of the walls of pain and let love run through you creating peace? Can you visualize yourself being cuddled with wide-open arms not judged just loved? The children are waiting for open arms of love let’s give them a chance to be their best possible selves and thrive here on Planet Earth by healing our walls of pain. Joy is our birthright!!!!

]]> http://www.sacredbirthing.com/2010/01/healing-the-woundedness-by-rose-scherschel/feed/ 0 http://www.sacredbirthing.com/2010/01/mother-baby-soul-communions-through-hypnotherapy-by-ronda-rice/ http://www.sacredbirthing.com/2010/01/mother-baby-soul-communions-through-hypnotherapy-by-ronda-rice/#comments Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:16:43 +0000 jason http://www.sacredbirthing.com/?p=604 Mother & Baby Soul Communions Through Hypnotherapy

By Ronda Rice CHC, CHT

& Sacred Birthing Childbirth Educator

Mother/Baby Soul Communions initially referred to working with mothers whose infants had physical, emotional or behavioral challenges but were too young to be worked with directly. Using the hypnotherapeutic model, I would help a mother go into a deep state of relaxation and expanded consciousness and through her, call in a connection with her infant’s spirit and inner wisdom.

Through the study of the life and work of a South African wise woman by the name of Sobonfu Some’, I received the first role model I had ever come across reflecting the work I was doing. She took me a step further by telling how in her village, a similar process to what I was doing was used consistently with every pregnant woman for accessing the spirit of her unborn baby. The purpose for this was to ask questions like, “who are you? why are you coming to us now? what is your life purpose? how can we support you in fulfilling that purpose?” and so on. Reading Some’s beautiful books, I realized the scope of this work was much bigger than I had realized.

The stories below reflect the wonder yet naturalness of this capacity we have to access the spirit of our children; whether born, in utero, or before conception; whether aborted or in other ways deceased and so on. I learned early on, that each experience in this work was individual and unique to every situation and that the essential key was to ask and receive permission from the spirit of the child we are endeavoring to make contact with.

My First Experience of Mother/Baby Communication

9 Month Old with Skin Rash

Early on in my years of teaching at the Oakland Center for Hypnotherapy Certification, I was teaching a class entitled, “Accessing the Inner Healer”. I lived in Berkeley at the time and had a next-door neighbor who had her one and only child at age 40. At nine months old, her son developed a rash all over his body. She came over one day and we discussed ideas about what might be causing the rash and how it might be alleviated. Her diet was very healthy so it seemed unlikely that the cause was her breast feeding. At a point in our conversation, I wondered if it would be possible to access the inner healer of a child by going through his mother. This was a new concept for me but I offered it to my friend. She is a subtle energy intuitive healer herself so she was open to checking it out.

We got together soon after this and began our session. I invited her to do her familiar foundational practices for doing deep inner work. She let me know she was having trouble grounding. I made mental note of that but continued to guide her into deeper levels of expanded consciousness. We called forth the spirit of her son. In her mind’s eye, she saw her son approaching looking very serious. He told her that we had to ask permission to do this work. I remember the profound feeling of humility and awe that came over me in that moment. We asked permission and after a serious pause, were told that we both needed to learn from this so permission was granted. In that instant, my friend went very deep within; making is quite clear what had inhibited her ability to ground earlier. When asked about the rash, her son told her it had nothing to do with diet or anything physically wrong but had to do with his grieving having left the spirit realm. He directed his mother to take him up in the Desolation Wilderness and lay him on a rock. Then she was to take him to the beach where the ocean meets the shore. Something in the context of these two energetic vortexes would help him to integrate into his body more efficiently.

My friend was not one to question what she had experienced or received from this communion with her son’s spirit. She followed the directives and when they were complete, the rash cleared up.

So began my own exploration into the potentials of Mother and Baby Soul Communions.

Overdue Mother with Previous Abortion Issues

A doula friend of mine called me in to work with a client of hers who was two weeks past due in birthing her baby. The woman was showing anxiety symptoms and my friend thought I might be able to help her.

I went to this woman’s house and we began to talk. She told me about the time a few years earlier when she was pregnant and living in, what she referred to as, a dangerous relationship. She knew she needed to run from the man she was with but she also knew that if she ran with his child, he would follow. So she decided to abort the baby. Now she was living within a healthy relationship and she very much wanted this baby. Yet, as her birthing time neared, her guilt came forward making her afraid that this baby would die at birth in punishment for what she had done in the past.

When I helped her to go deep within herself, we invited a connection with the baby soul she was currently carrying. When that connection was established, we learned from the baby that it was the very same soul that had been conceived before. The baby soul told the mother that S/he knew that the decision to abort in the past had been made in love and that now everything was perfect for the soul to come forth into form. The baby soul told the mother that it was excited to be with her and that all was well.

Tears of joy and relief were pouring down the mother’s face as this exchange was taking place. The force of her guilt and anxiety was the constriction in her body not allowing the labor to start. After the session, this mother’s labor came on within the next 24 hours; her baby born vital and beautiful.

Doula and Mother with  Stillborn Baby

A doula Friend of mine called one day to tell me a very emotionally charged story. One of her dearest friends, who this doula was supporting in a home birth, gave birth to a stillborn baby. My Friend told me about the labor. She said that everything went really well: the baby’s vitals up to the labor were strong and clear and remained that way into and through labor. Even the birth was normal except for the fact that the baby was still and never revived after birth.

My doula friend was distraught with anguished questions about what had happened. Did someone do something wrong? What could have prevented this? How could this have happened with everything up to the end showing such vital life? She felt deep grief with the mother being her dear friend and such guilt having been in the birth support position.

I didn’t know whether it would work to connect with the unborn baby soul through the doula rather than the mother but offered to support her in the attempt. Once my friend was taken within to a relaxed and expanded level of consciousness, we invited a connection with the still born baby soul. A connection was made and though little was said, what was needed came through. My friend was told that no one had done anything wrong and that this happenstance was purposefully designed and was between the mother and the baby soul. Apparently this incident, as it played out, was to affect some opening within the mother. The baby soul also said that it would be coming again to this mother.

This communion brought my doula friend much healing and relief.

Pregnant Mother Seeking Insights into Behavior of Older Son

This was such a fascinating study with many layers and connections. A woman came to me in the latter stages of her 2^nd pregnancy in hopes of finding some keys to the discord she felt with her 3 year old son. She worried about having another child come into the tension that was in the home.

When I took her into deep consciousness, she made easy contact with the spirit of her 3 year old and was told that he needed art supplies around him. He needed paints and an easel and other supplies. This medium would help him express and develop himself for easily and harmoniously.

This mother decided to check in with her unborn child whom she knew to be another boy. She was told that this child would need a lot of nature around him and that this would be key for him to connect with and develop his life purpose.

Then a most unexpected thing occurred. This woman’s deceased mother-in-law walked into her consciousness. The mother-in-law came to tell this woman to inform her husband that it was time that his mother’s ashes be let go of. He was to take them out on his surf board and dispose of them out in the ocean. His mother also said that she would be carrying away something for her older grandson that he did not need to carry any longer. She finished by saying that her daughter-in-law and the two grandsons should be on the shore watching as her son paddled her ashes out to sea.

Turning a Breech Positioned Baby

A woman who had taken my HypnoBirthing Classes came to me in the latter stages of her pregnancy to see about the possibility of turning her baby who was in the breech position. As we conversed, I learned that she had never wanted to have children and that it was her husband’s desire that had moved her into this pregnancy. I also learned she had experienced some sexual trauma when she was younger. Hearing all this, I had a pretty good idea what was detouring baby from proper positioning.

I helped her relax into a deep, expanded state of consciousness and we invited the spirit of her baby to commune with us. When that connection was granted, I watched as this young mother’s eyes filled with tears. She learned that this baby was coming in to teach her about love and that he was very excited to be with her. When the heart opens, the tears of healing and love tend to flow and clear the way. This mother fully opened to the wonder and blessing of this soul coming to her.

We described to the baby about the proper position for an easier birth for baby and mother. I doubt whether that was a necessary step in the process but regardless, Baby turned into the proper vertex position within the following 36 hours.

Recommended Reading

Sobonfu Some’s   ~ The Spirit of Intimacy

~ Welcoming Spirit Home

Walter Makichen ~ Spirit Babies