2011 - Sumaris Center - A Gateway to Well-Being

I heard my grandparents repeatedly saying that nothing was the same then and now as I stand here in my world, and find myself saying those words again. Where has my childhood gone? What happened to those quiet and lovely summer days?

I was walking in the park enjoying the local Japanese garden with the sun shinning through the trees yesterday. It was so peaceful for 1 minute. Then along came a man chatting away on his cell. Then I began to look around. Everyone was on a cell phone; speaking, checking mail, or simply playing a game. Their eyes were focused on this little machine. Not once did any of them look up. If there was a moment of awareness beyong that tiny box, it was to look at their watch. Safe to say, it was too annoying to have to leave the page they were focused on. The fact that the cell phone is also a time piece forgotten.

What would my grandmother say if she had to use a cell phone. Probably, just like me, make some explanation, such as I don’t have the time to worry about learning this now. Maybe later!

So, what has this world come to? Small electronic machines that bombard our Auras day and night. No time for sweetness and wonder. No appreciation for the birds that sing; the cats that mew and the dogs that bark in the distance. No time to listen to nature because their I-pod is playing. How can we be so introverted; so alone in a world of technology?

Now, here I am repeating those words. “Nothing is the same!” Truth be told though, yes there is a lot that is the same if we just take time to look up, out and about. When did you last take a really good look at the world? When did you last remember and enjoy what was, and still it?

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Who was it that said some people are cruel and some are kind? Well, it was so long ago that I cannot remember, but I do know that it did sink into my brain and sit there, year in and year out. An idea that weighed heavily on my mind.

When I speak, am I cruel, yelling and seeming unreal or am I heard as calm and serene? Do I say too much and hurt someone’s feelings? Is speaking my mind and trying to help seen as interference;, or am I being cruel? Those kind of questions and many more made me think about how I sounded when I communicated with the world. And of course, I tried my very best to sound nice, honest and open.

In fact, I was so busy being kind, thoughtful and caring, that I forgot about myself. How often was I cruel to myself? All those times, I told my mind to be quiet; don’t listen to me! Always telling myself to ignore what I needed! Made sure to hide those feelings and pretend nothing mattered but others!

Now in my older years, I realize just how cruel I was to myself. I denied myself so much and yet, I became so much more for having gone without. But what was it I went without for? Self-love!

Some may call self-love selfish; leaving them out in the cold. Some may say I am self-centered. So, what if I am, then at least I have found a balance between what I feel and what I think. So now my mind has learned to listen to my heart. Yes, I am kind to myself now! Are you?

When I was little, my grandparents told me to share my knowledge with anyone who would listen. The problem was that no one wanted to listen to a child. Whenever I had ‘pearls of wisdom’ to help the adults, I was told to be quite and not to interrupt. Well, those adults talked and talked around issues, their problems and got themselves all worked up while I sat there patiently waiting for my chance to share my views. Of course, in those days, the opportunity never came, I got bored and ran off to play.

As the years went by, I noticed that even as an adult, no one was listening to me. Everyone was busy asking questions and before I could give an answer, there was a new topic on the table, or someone else was chipping in with their point of view. So, still I did not get my chance to share.

Yet, despite all this constant isolation, rejection and disappointment that no one wanted to listen to me, something inside me kept pushing me to teach. Slowly, as I adjusted my mind to this possibility, the doors opened. The Spiritualist Churches wanted to listen to me; then came the expos and from their to travel around USA, UK & Japan. So many doors opened and I was finally able to share all that wisdom I had been holding onto for so long. I even wrote books and published them and did lots of TV shows including my own.

Today, was a fulfilling day! My students were eager to learn and ready to absorb my every word. What satisfaction! To know that there are many people in the world who are listening now is fantastic. Are you ready to empty your mind and listen to someone instead of arguing with yourself or anybody else.?

If so, I would love to get questions from anyone who would like to pick my brains! I do still have plenty to share.

Since I was a small child I was told I have a tongue in my head and to use it. So, should I be lost I should simply ask some kind person and follow directions and soon find my way and would then feel safe. If all else failed, I could find a telephone box and call home or call the police.

Well, it worked quite well until the age of technology entered my life. First, I had to learn to use a computer, and that was no easy task. Simply put, I could not find way through the many rules and regulations that came with this large box that sat on my desk. Typing was the easy part. The rest was a complete mystery and I was always hopefully lost; called for help from someone on the telephone who with great patience, talked me through the steps. So, someone, smarter than me saved me! So thank God for the good old telephone

Then came the cell phones. “Oh, I have to learn to text!” What was that? Well, to be honest the journey was so round about, it was quicker to pick up the phone, say what I had to say and hang up. But, who wanted to waste time talking… It seems no one did or does now.

Anyway, not to be outdone, I decide to try my hand. Find my way alone. Hm!!! Not so easy! There was no one to ask and no way to get someone to speak to… least ways, to anyone who could help me. Just some annoying machine, asking stupid questions that had nothing to do with my question. Frustration – you bet!

Then someone said, “Write a blog and get in touch with the world.” So, here I am, writing this blog. WOW! Success? Not really, I still don’t know what I am doing or how to connect it to anyone. And there is no one to talk to. Just reams of stuff to read that I don’t understand. Am I stupid or just backward?

But not to be deterred, I tried Twitter tonight. Well, I learned one thing today, it reads all my mail too as well as my Gmail list. Brrr! Not good. Now everyone could know my private business and I never even opened my mouth… So, what to do. Be quite and watch the world go by?

Perhaps this age of technology is too much for us older folks, but what about those super kids who just take to this modern world. They are bombarded with info. Surely their minds can never be still!!

Through the years I have spent hours trying to empty my mind and relax. Now, suddenly I have to fill it with complicated, inexplicable info – well, what a dilemma; back to a simple life, pick up the telephone and call someone I know. Help! But who is listening?

Well, the one thing I like to do and was blessed with, was a good voice. I can speak easily and love to sing. Many people believe they cannot carry a tune and immediately hum under their breath. But, in their minds they sound like some super stars. Me too! but, if I try to sing rock and roll songs, I sound like a wailing cat. So, I think!

The mind is a tape recorder and everything you have heard is available for you to re-listen to. Voices you have heard, such as teachers, parents and friends are constantly running through your mind, so why not the wonderful voices of the many famous singers that you love. So why don’t you sing?

Well, it is your conscious mind that says you cannot sing, or if you do, that someone is listening and will criticize you and put you down. So, where did you learn to be such a judge of character and understanding of other’s points of view on how well you do in fact sing and are heard? Bottom line is no one is interested in you that much! It was your own idea and you have caused yourself to believe what you repeat to yourself over and over again. Self-hypnosis is the one comfort you are use to.

Yet, it is not a comfort if you critique yourself over and over again. Instead, you become miserable and lost. So the trick is to re-hypnotise yourself to sing and talk aloud. Speak to yourself in front of the mirror and see what others see. Record yourself singing and hear what others hear. If you do not like what you hear, then practice until you do.

We are all born with the same chances and the same talents. So, all we have to do is to stop competing with others and just enjoy discovering ourselves day by day. In my family, I was encouraged to sing, but that did not make me a good singer. What did, was taking classes, practicing and enjoying my choice of song that suited my voice.

You too can sing with practice. Find a good teacher and go for it. The only one you can offend with your voice is you. Anyone else will envy you that you have learned to carry a tune. Those who love to listen will encourage you to sing more.

Singing is a healing tool. the more you sing, the more you heal yourself by transforming you energy into a positive vibration that allows all your cells in your body to rejuvenate. Sing and feel younger, happier and life will become fulfilling. No one said you have to be famous. Just sing to please yourself.

Is my mind crazy or is my brain non-functioning. Perhaps it is my heart that fears to fail. Whatever it is, I learned a long time ago that I need a lot of patience which I certainly had to have in establishing this blog.

Getting set up was like driving my car in a strange town, going the wrong way in the wrong direction on the motorway. With fear and panic rising and with hope and a yearning for success, I took myself off the road. Took a deep breath and said to myself there must be an easier way to learn.

When I was very young, learning was a struggle and my mind still believes that I will fail. So, without too much complaining I persevered and here I am writing to you in spite of all my failures. I can write, I can speak, I can hear and I can see, so that is a start. So for those who are still wondering how to get your own blog, this is what I went through.

First I search google for their blog connection. I found http://www.blogger.com/. Then I was excited until I realise I did not understand exactly what all the terminology meant. It was like speaking Swiss, when I have no idea what I am saying. Anyway, I checked and double checked and somehow found my way to put in my email address. That was the easy part along with my private supper code…… such a secret that I can never forget it! Ha! So, on to the next thing?

Then I had to set up my profile. What the hell was that? Sounds like I was going to prison. Well, modest me put some simple stuff in and it refused me over and over again until I put everything in. Ah well! So, now I have a connection and ready for my blog. But where was it?

After repeated attempts I finally found that I needed to go into my account and write my blog, but when it was done where was it? Oooooh, frustration!!!! Well, after much ado I found it and many typos, but I published it anyway. But, then how could I correct anything later? More searching and finally I noticed Dashboard. What was it? The way to get to my blog and to correct stuff. Well, now I know, but who was going to read any of what I wrote? How was I going to connect to people on the web and who was going to respond? Well, never fear, my intuition kicked in. “Send it to my friends.” But how?

Well a few hours later, after fiddling for some time and getting nowhere. I remembered I had a Gmail list.. and facebook and a connection to Healing International and – wonder of wonders – it worked. So, now I quietly type away hoping that someone is reading this blog.

Is my mind still? No! I am busy thinking all the time about things I can write and how many more blogs I can have. So, I have a long way to go before this mind of mine can rest. Oh, the technical age! Poor old me, born to simple calculus which I have forgotten anyway. Is my mind ready to quit? Not yet, so the journey goes on. Learning is such sweet joy, and yes I now know how to edit my blog. Wow!

Ever since I can remember my brain turns things around. My spelling was always atrocious as my English teacher informed me. My ballet was good, but the trouble was that every time I was told to dance to the left, I went off to the right. It was so debilitating and frustrating. Of course, no one even knew about dyslexia in those days. Well it is in the family gene Grandmother had it, my sister has it and so do her sons and my eldest.

Wat is annoying is that as I get older, my fingers type all the letters of the words in the wrong order and I have to keep going back and spell checking. Well, I finally found out how to do this on this blog. So great! I have corrected them all.

When the mind becomes so confused with images, words and actions, it is easy to sound wrong. Often I would say a sentence and everyone looked at me weirdly. I.e. I have put the vases on the step. What I thought I said was I have put the milk bottles on the step. Years ago, I was sure I knew what I saying, but now that I have slowed down, I see myself using the wrong words a lot, or typing words that look crazy.

The new generation of kids are often like me. They cannot spell well or get jumbled up in their minds. We have to be patient and teach them to use images. When I lose a word, I scan my images until I find it, then the word pops up.

Funnily enough, it never happens when I am teaching with Spirit Guides in my head. That alpha part of my brain works well. All kids today need to learn to use their psychic senses. So, if you do not know much about them, try reading some books.

My grandpa was also an archaeologist. He told me the story of a grave he and his American partner found. The position of the body was strange and the head had a high forehead. Beside the body were two small fish bowls, about 2-3 inches big. On the finger was a ring which surprised them both. Usually graves were disturbed and robed. In this case, no one had disturbed it. Nor were there any pottery or belonging for the afterlife.

So, they took the two bowls home to my grandfather’s place. Within hours, weird and evil things started to happen. The American got seriously ill, the people in my grandparent’s house were seeing evil entities and my grandmother awoke in alarm, screaming get those things out of this house. Each bowl was kept apart and given to separate museums. Our family one is in the British Museum in London. The other is in an American museum somewhere.

When I was a very young woman I was taken to see it. As I approached it, I felt cold and had an uncanny feeling as though I was being watched. As I stared at it behind the glass, an attendant come up to me. He said ” You don’t want to be here at night with that thing. It is evil.” I asked him what he meant. “Oh, strange things happen, like lights going off and sounds of moaning.” I asked him if he ever saw anything strange. He assured me he did not stay around to look.
Well, it is still in the museum and though worth a fortune and still belonging to my family, no one wants it. The same can be said of the American one. So what would happen if they were put together again? Well we will never know.

But what of the ring? Well my grandfather had it tested to see what it was made of. It was not made of earthly metal. A safety pin was placed through it by him to stop its power. Finally when he died, it was given to my father. It was then that I was able to touch it. I saw faces of aliens. People running and scarred. As I held it, It felt powerful. Immediately my Spirit Guides poured energy into me and the ring. Now it has no power, but it still smells weird. I have it in my house and it still has a safety pin through it. So,who were those people I saw running and what were they running from. Who was that evil person in the grave and what did they do with those two small glass bowls? I guess I will never know.
BTW, I am reading Zecharia Sitchen’s The End of Days. In that he explains that the Enlilites were from another planet and who let off a nuclear bomb that wiped out Sumer and surrounding towns. Could this ring be from those times?