Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Day Dreams

This past Saturday morning I went to a Peace River Center for Writers at Edison State College. I met another writer there, Irwin Schinkel. We had a phone conversation this morning and he asked me to answer what I want my book/s to lead to. Did I want consulting jobs, to be hired as a speaker, or….
Irwin is United Methodist, so he was curious how I went from my United Methodist roots to Unity. I was sharing how much passion I have around serving God by helping us integrate physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. We spoke of the chaos in the field of medicine, and how social institutions are being challenged at this time in human history.  Some of you know that my personal mission statement is Living, encouraging, and enjoying a conscious spiritual journey.
Over a decade ago, when my Joel and I formed a partnership and started developing materials and leading workshops together, my goals were more in the realm of wanting consulting jobs to train professionals in what we call "Subtle Communication Systems." We got our program approved by Association of Massage & Bodywork Professionals (ABMP), and we saw ourselves creating a legacy by training trainers and having them help to spread this integration. We also produced the audios and expected sales of our CDs and books.
At this point, I do not want to travel extensively to teach and train, and both of our homes have closets stuffed with about 800 copies of Healing with Language: Your Key to Effective Mind-Body Communication. We have talked of putting out boxes (like they do for puppies or kittens): FREE TO A GOOD HOME.

Having not been successful in building a sustainable audience for our trainings, but still desiring to make a positive difference in the world, my goals shifted to creating a more passive revenue stream from books and audio files. This led to the creation of http://ImagineHealing.info (for patients), and http://SurgicalSupport.info (for professionals).  
I admit that it can be very challenging to provide a service or product to those who do not know they need it!
Below I have copied an article from the November 2010 edition of our monthly Beyond Mastery newsletter. I shared it with Irwin, as an example of what is important to me.
Inner asking led to some significant answers to Irwin’s question of me: I realized if something (book sales would be great) could generate enough money, I would build a space where people could come to heal. Some would come to learn meditation, some would come to teach it. Some would come to receive integrative medicine therapies, some would come to provide those services.
Many of those who have the desire to serve holistically and have learned the skills to do so have too few people access their services to make a living. Integrative doctors, such as those in the AHMA (American Holistic Medical Association), or ICIM (International College of Integrative Medicine), represent about 2 percent of the field, but everyone deserves to have truly integrative care, and our planet will benefit, too.
The insurance industry and big pharmaceutical firms have created a culture of illness and we have called it “health” care. Dee Edington, (his book is Zero Trends) says medicine is now the largest employer in the US, and illness the most lucrative industry. Because illness is the money-maker for the industry, no one within that industry is really invested in helping people avoid illness.
But it is not just about medicine, and I am not just militant about all of this. I am called to empower individuals to wake up. Patch Adams said we could stop the insurance industry immediately if groups of 100 would pool resources and share risks as cooperatives. That was the idea behind the original Mutual of Omaha. There was no self-serving industry getting rich off the people. 

I am all for people developing wealth. Richard Bandler says the best way to help a poor person is not to be one. I am for living our lives from soulful principles that alleviate suffering where we can, provide support where we can, empowering ourselves and inspiring ourselves to live with peace of mind, as well as peace in the world.
I told Irwin that I am honored he has taken care to make contact with me. I consider that an answer to prayer and I trust that there is some divine movement happening that we will watch with deep joy. You can access all the archived issues of the newsletter, but here is the November 2010 issue I sent to Irwin:

Culture Shock
People keep asking me if I have recovered from my trip to Thailand. Some may be asking about jet lag. Some may be checking to see if I have readjusted to being back to work. I think I have some sense of what they mean, but I usually tell them that in some ways I hope that I never do.
     Dealing with reverse culture shock was the subject of a CNN Internet news article by Tas Anjarwalla, “ Dealing with Reverse Culture Shock" (August 24, 2010). I have begun to put notes together for a book about the trip, so looking back at my Facebook entries and reviewing the video log are helping me make sense of things. In some ways, what I am experiencing now is helping me make more sense of the way I was affected by my first trip to Brazil to see John of God back in 2000.
    As the article says, people expect to experience culture shock when they go to a foreign country, but coming home can actually be harder than going abroad. I miss the food. I went for Thai food the night I got back to US. I had my leftovers the next day, then I went for Korean food. I asked my friend at the Thai restaurant if he could make sweet buns. He said they are too labor-intensive, but I can get them in Chicago.
    I miss the sounds. I don’t wake up to cuckoo bird, and I don’t go to sleep to gecko here. I miss my new friends from Thailand. They feel like my new family, and I don’t know if or when I will ever see them again.
    There is something deeper that I miss, however, and that is the part I hope I never “get over.” I miss the kindness and the respect I experienced in the Thai people. It still brings tears to my eyes when I feel the way I was cared for. That feeling produces longings of its own….
    They say if you want to know about water, don’t ask a fish. And if you want to know about air, don’t ask a bird. In a way, having grown up in this culture, I never really saw it. I know it has some benefits, too, otherwise people would not come here. My friend, Jimmy, who owns the Thai restaurant here in my home town of Saint Joseph, Michigan, grew up in Bangkok. He graduated from law school, and took a job with Volkswagen, and traveled to and lived in 22 different countries. He determined the U.S. was the best place in the world to live. I am glad he is here…. He is helping me recover from the reverse culture shock.
    I am sure part of the longing is to be with people who value something I value—meditation. Once, in a far, far away time, as the hunger for this inner experience began to drive me, I ended up leaving my home church because an adult Sunday School class called “Listening for God” that I wanted to teach was such a radical offering it threatened the director of Christian education.
    “You feel so rushed in this culture and bombarded with things,” said returned Peace Corps volunteer coordinator Jodi Hammer. Even though scientific research has been proving for years now, few Americans have any idea that their lifestyle is killing them. Interestingly, I even think of it as killing them, not as killing “us.”
    The chronic disorders: heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure; as well as cancer, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, etc., have all been shown to be preventable with lifestyle changes. Dean Ornish, M.D., included one hour per day of yoga, meditation, or guided imagery (along with just a healthy diet and 30 minutes of exercise 6 days a week), and over 500 genes were positively influenced—cancer-causing genes were turned off along with cancer-prevention genes being turned on. This was after just three months! A bit more of the reverse culture shock article reads:

Anyone who’s been abroad, even for a short period of time, knows how hard it can be to keep quiet about your adventures, but you want to be careful not to sound pretentious or affected about your stay abroad.

Every time the word “recycle” is mentioned, no one really wants to hear about the Indian village you taught environmental basics in, but that doesn’t mean what you learned overseas isn’t important or interesting. In most situations, preventing that glazed-over look comes from knowing when and where your worldly knowledge is wanted.

People keep saying to me, “Debra, you are so quiet. What is going on?” I resist the urge to say that my heart is breaking just being back home, but in some ways it is. My heart is breaking that I have been teaching this stuff for a long, long time and yet, too few of the people I love have an understanding of the importance it has for their lives. My heart is breaking that we are offering a $2,500 NLP course for just $500 and people think they are too busy to take the time to attend. My heart is breaking that people die too soon, too scared, and too ignorant and yet the culture I live in is, for the most part, too arrogant to notice what they are missing.
    Maybe 40 years after he clinically discovered that humans have the capacity to elicit the relaxation response rather than live in fight-or-flight, the new book by Herbert Bensen (author of The Relaxation Response) will tip the scales and wake up the medical community. The new book is called Relaxation Revolution: Enhancing Your Personal Health Through the Science and Genetics of Mind Body Healing. In it, Dr. Benson and William Proctor present the latest scientific findings, “revealing that we have the ability to self-heal diseases, prevent life-threatening conditions, and supplement established drug and surgical procedures with mind body techniques.”
    The online information about the book says that in a special “treatment” section, Benson and Proctor describe how these mind body techniques can be applied—and are being applied—to treat a wide variety of conditions.
    I heard once that the heart only breaks in one direction—open.
    I hope that is true … and I hope that someday those of US who think we have all the answers because we have all the stuff will be able to look at ancient cultures and notice that things like chanting, and meditating, and laying on of hands, and enjoying dreamtime, and revering nature have a place in relieving us from this modern madness.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

D-A-R-K




There are two ways to be fooled.
One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)

Several years ago, I wrapped up my two year-old grandson, Adam, and carried him outside to see an amazing starry sky. As he looked up into that vast night sky, he said only one word—D-A-R-K. As magnificent as those stars were that night, and even thought at the time I did not realize it, he must have not been able to comprehend the stars. All he experienced was darkness. 

Today I have been reading Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife, by Eben Alexander, M.D. I cannot say the information is new to me, but the words have certainly been soothing to my soul. A line from the book inspired this blog. “Imagine how limited our view of the universe would be if we never saw the star-spangled nighttime sky.” (p. 72) 

I find my emotions jarred, once again a nagging wondering about what I have done to cause stress in relationship with someone I care deeply about. In the absence of an understanding, I am left to imagine all manner of possibilities. One difference this time is a haunting sense that there is some profound healing gift amidst the emotions—an unwinding of a pattern deep from within my unconscious.

I am writing a lot while I am here on Pine Island. I am also discovering an identity as a writer. After I read some of my work to my sister, Janis, I cried and said, “I think I finally know who I am!” Earlier this week I read How to Work with an Illustrator in which Cary Tennis says the creative process can trigger unresolved inner child issues. It makes sense, but I had not previously put the two together.

One of the threads of Proof of Heaven touched me deeply. Eben had been adopted because his birth mom had only been 16 when he was born, just a sophomore in high school. This is exactly the age and grade I was when my daughter, Stacey, was born.

In spite of his happy life with his adoptive family, Eben also felt a nagging to know what had become of his biological parents. An adult with children of his own, he discovered his biological mother and father had later married and then had several children so he had blood siblings!

After he was adopted, his adoptive parents conceived and had a daughter they named Betsy. Imagine his surprise that one of his biological sisters was also named Betsy. Incidentally, both women married men named Rob, but I will not give the rest of the story away because you might enjoy reading the book.

The coincidence of the girls named Betsy touched me partially because we recently discovered my father had an older sister named Mary Ellen who died before he was five years old, and we had a sister who was born prematurely and only lived five days. My sister had been named Mary Ellen…. Now we wonder if my folks named our baby sister after my dad's own sister who had died.

While in a deep coma for six days, Eben Alexander says he went to heaven where he learned profound truths that changed his life. I will let you be the judge of how much they change life, but here are a few of those "truths" that resonated with me:

"You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever."
"You have nothing to fear."
"There is nothing you can do wrong." (p. 41)
Ultimately, none of us are orphans. We are all in the position I was, in that we have other family: beings who are watching and looking out for us—beings we have momentarily forgotten but who, if we open ourselves to their presence, are waiting to help us navigate our time here on earth. None of us are ever unloved. Each and every one of us is deeply known and cared for by a Creator who cherishes us beyond any ability we have to comprehend.(p. 96)

I may still be waiting to have those truths completely chase the ghosts of fear of abandonment from my thoughts and feelings as I find my place in the world as a writer. For sure I have already been drawing comfort from an increasing sense of angels as guides, and so for now I will take these words from the book into my heart and mind.

Meanwhile, it is my prayer that angels will be enough to have me wait patiently for my dear friend to navigate the deep emotional waters of life. Of course angels are helping with that, too...

Visions of Sharon, painting by my dear friend, Dahlis Roy.


Saturday, February 9, 2013

Mother Lode



The house is quiet and this morning I find myself gratefully curled up with a book. Physically confined to a love seat, my legs wind themselves beneath me willingly. After the bustle of some family visiting, today I love hearing only my own thoughts sprinkled into the gentle sounds of wind, the distant calls of birds, and the predictable motor of the fridge.

What is this longing for solitude? Perhaps we know instinctively we must slip away from the crowds and find that sacred space within your own heart. 

In the afternoon, I have the luxury of a ride on my bicycle. I have no one to meet, no destination demanding my arrival.  I am in no hurry. The pavement becomes my playground and I say a quick prayer as tiny lizards run for their lives. 

Beneath my helmet, my thinking mind is watching for some of my favorites: hawk, eagle, and sunshine. Today I feel as though I have hit the Mother Nature Lode. I see two hawks—their tenuous privacy disturbed by my unanticipated arrival treats me to a thrill as I pause and become silent witness to their flight.

Standing there with my bike between my legs I remember a line I wrote to go with some nature photos: The innocence of your authenticity touches my soul. It is so true. Nature reminds us who we really are.

Thich Nhat Hanh said “Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred.”

Oh, were it true that I welcome all with mindfulness! Far too often I am to be found dancing the jig with all the logical reasons this is inferior or superior to that. At those times, I may be looking with my eyes and listening with my ears but my heart must be on vacation.

But here, now, I stop my ride and welcome a loss of self-centeredness that occurs easily looking up into this tree and seeing this eagle



Eagle posing against that blue sky—seeing nature in it’s innocence—my thinking mind slows down enough for me to feel my own. I mean really feel it....

What happened to the ghostly (and ghastly) ruminations of “she said this” and “he did that” which had been robbing me of peace of mind just this morning? Where did the worry of daily life go? Has all I needed to do been suddenly done? 

I could feel my own heart beating in my chest. I noticed the sun warming my skin. I gave thanks for the gentle breeze helping to keep me cool. 

Something happens when you are fully present to your own life. You are bathing the baby Jesus. You are serving the Buddha tea. 

Present to your own life, you are the sky, the tree—and for this moment in time—truly free.