Changing a Mind

This title is performing double-duty. I began by starting to write about yesterday’s ‘sitting at the kitchen table’ situation of explaining what Past-Life Exploration was to a more skeptical friend, and how it was my patient, detailed response to her scowling question of “Why would anyone want to do that?” that inspired this title; meaning...

High-ground Perspective

“High above the valley, crouched on a peak concealing any view from below, the lookout squinted into the morning sun, watching the early activity in the intruder’s camp far, far beneath him. From this secluded perch, he could see miles in all directions—see what was coming before it got there—allowing preparation time for his fellow...

Simply Being Ourselves

Long ago, as a young woman in my early 20’s, I remember asking aloud this question: “What is so wrong about being who I really am?” Took a few decades of experience to answer it simply as “Wrongness isn’t even a consideration in my life, as long as I’m doing what I feel I’m meant...

Deciphering the Patterns of Our Lives

I love jigsaw puzzles—1000 piece, 1500 piece—bring it on! My fascination with them is so pronounced that it becomes a winter obsession once a box is dumped out onto the table awaiting sorting by colors, textures, and border pieces. I spend hours in this focused endeavor to make sense of the chaotic randomness scattered within...

What Is Past-Life Exploration?

Over the last two months I’ve done another half-dozen Past-Life Explorations for clients, and it would seem that no matter how many I do, I’m still as mystified as the clients are at how these sessions seamlessly unfold for them.  The extensive range of our life experiences throughout eons of time is both unfathomable and yet...

“Baby the Rain Must Fall”

It’s a good 60’s song—slightly dated, but still lyrically solid with a catchy tune. Sung at the time by Glenn Yarborough, the repeating chorus is: “Baby, the rain must fall. Baby, the wind must blow. Wherever my heart leads me, ….baby, I must go, …baby, I must go.” That was an anthem of the sixties...

On Wings of Transformation

During this Iowa spring-weather changeover, while driving to and from work lately, I’ve noticed that there are fewer eagles flying overhead and that the turkey buzzards have replaced them in their fly-zones. Not sure how that goes up in the skies—who decides to vacate when and who else instantly takes their place, but it seems...

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