I have always loved research. My research has covered religions of the world and spiritual studies and health as it relates to body, mind, emotions and spirit. We’re not just a physical body. We’re multi-dimensional and every cell that makes up our being is an intelligence in and of itself.
I am an educator. My passion for life and living and loving has brought me to this place in my life where teaching is such a joy and pleasure that I know I’ll never retire. To my last breath I’ll share what I love and live each moment doing what I’ve always done. Research and educate.
My medium for money is the healing arts. Under that umbrella there are many facets and having apprenticed with a Cherokee medicine woman for over 25 years, one of those facets of healing is the work of a shaman. Now I’m not saying I am a shaman because it goes against the teachings to do so. But I can tell you that in traveling the worlds you begin to get an understanding of what a shaman does, and also what quantum means and as understanding develops into wisdom you become simply aware. Aware of the many levels of worlds and dimensions that we all live in.
Many of us go throughout life being totally unaware of anything beyond these 3 dimensions so it may come as a shock, or at least a surprise, that there are people who travel the dimensions for various reasons.
My reasons are to find out what is behind the obvious. As a researcher, it is my passion to understand things beneath the surface, if at all possible. In some of the work that has crossed my path I have discovered things like muscle has different textures. The heart feels very different from other types of muscle. Bone feels like fine but sharp silica. The aura feels like watery silk. At various times I have helped put these all back together so a person could heal.
Grandmother always said that every single cell in the body is an intelligence. I get that. While looking at the size of a hole in a child’s spine at the L-3 level which weakened her legs, I saw it as the size of a beach ball but it was actually a pin sized hole that leaked energy. For that reason I understood that I was only the size of one cell and, as one cell, I was pure intelligence and I understood how to stop the leak
Quantum physics wasn’t difficult for our ancestors to understand even though they didn’t have colleges back then to teach them. They simply did what came natural to them and jumped into the void and trusted that what they found wasn’t a figment of imagination. Many actually found ways to bring things back with them.
Journeying is recognition of Quantum levels of existence that we have the ability to access. But be aware there are rules and make sure you follow them. Be aware there are dangers and don’t try to go alone. Always have back-up. If you don’t know…ask. Take nothing for granted. Life is a journey that is always more enjoyable when you know and follow the rules of safety.
It was the ancient people who walked this earth and leaped into the void from caves and dwellings made of thatch. These were the ones who traversed the universes and the galaxies and brought back what they learned. Without ever leaving our Earth they traveled and saw all there was to see. Even into the body. Every single body holds all the Universes and all the Galaxies within it. Remember the cells intelligence? One cell. One cell holds all the intelligence of all that exists. And it feels and it moves and it thinks and and every cell connects to all the stars in our Galaxy like the webbing of a spider. Spider-mother weaved the worlds.
It doesn’t take long to traverse the galaxies when one knows how to quantum leap into them. Light years don’t mean a thing. There is always talk about wanting to travel into space to visit other planets but people don’t yet get the concept of getting along on this one. I don’t mean just with each other. I mean respect for all of the life here on this planet. Each insect from the tiniest to the biggest is an intelligence unto itself. Do we treat it as such? Each flower, blade of grass, leaf on a tree is another kind of intelligence. Grandmother said that even the fruit screams when it is picked from it’s source. Everything speaks to us if we know how to listen. But that’s another story.