Conversing with the Dead

~The deeper and deeper I go down the "Rabbit Hole"the less and less I can talk to the living, but please don't feel sorry for me. The living are quite boring but the Dead wow now they are interesting and there is a lot of them, of course why wouldn't  their be. They are mostly not scary, I mean the living are truly terrifying! I'm not joking. 

A friend of mine ex wife was a Jehovah Witness, who had trouble

with me talking with Dead people. The conversation went something like this: 

JW Woman: Aren't you scared of "Devils in Sheep's Clothing" when you commune with the Dead. 

Me: I more worried about people in "Suits and Tyes!" LOL

JW Women was aghast.

Me: Know I don't mean JW's ( I wasn't trying to poke fun at her or her religion)

I'm more worried about meeting, Presidents, Heads of State, Aldermen, Priests, 

Big Twisted Stars of Hollywood and its Producers, Actors, Coaches, Teachers

and just general living messed up humans. 

I've got more i'm trying to publish on the Blog...but B Blogger seems to be blocking me, and I can't figure out why? Ill keep trying.

Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Hidden Magic of Books

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~Ancient Forgotten Medicine Knowledge runs through my body's veins. I came in with allot of it. And just not mine, I realize it runs through every body's in all cultures, in all worlds and worlds, in the dream, libraries of Ancient Knowings in the sky. Everyone has a piece, a bit. So if I was able to access it I could know more knowings. "How do I access this? When I can't talk to every body's. How? Even when somebody's don't even know, or believe that they are filled with Medicine Knowing?" Books, Books, Books!! Everybody pulls there thoughts and ideas from the imagination, from the dream. They'll dream up ideas and concepts from there heart/heads which is the door way to the dream. Its a pulled collective of Ancient Forgotten Medicine Knowledge a body of work that is given to everybody. Body's don't even know they're sharing Knowings, in littles. I do, I collect it, mine it from books, it pings when its right, my heart can hear's it, my body knows other body's knowings from the great all. Not just Magic Books, or serious Adult Books but children's books too.




~And of course no one will let you read outta these books...cause they might be evil!! Really, I am so suspect when some one (or church, or heads of State) won't let you read something. I guess it's for my own good....Really? History suggests strongly that they are not wanting me to know the truth. Oh yeah its the devils work? Hmmmmmmm....History suggests that too is a lie. Could they want Control and Power?...yes! So that's why I read lots and lots of books about everything, it's hiding in plain sight, if your body knows the knowings. I'm Just cracking the code. Making the seemingly difficult easy. All you ever want to know is out there for everyone, no matter who you are! Is that possible? Oh yes it certainly is.
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~Weave all the found, discovered tiny bits of knowledge gems , putting them together and from there 1 get a whole lot of knowings. Medicine Knowings. Have I found a way  to access the Akashic Records? Could it be that easy? Hidden in plain sight?





Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Magic of Angels

~Jo Jo says whenever you see a dime appear randomly, just there outta no were, its an angel reminding you you're blessed. I must have found over a 100, at least. I have kept all of them, in my Feng Shui Money Corner, you know Double Doublely blessed, its a prosperity, abundance thingy. Hold on! Is that another dime that just came outta no where? It is!! WTF!! That's so random, it just rolled onto the counter, twirled, fell flat Blue Nose Schooner side up!  (Canadian Dime) Now, now its 101 dimes/Angels. Yay!! Its fun or good entertainment, if nothing else. It sure helps, life is tough.



~No male angels, I haven't met any I've liked yet and when I do I'll let you know.



~Wait a minute I've got huge white wings, huge white wings....hmmmmmm  I think I stepped away from my male counter parts cause they where to Alpha and lacked a sense of humor. That might be why I like to hang out with female Angels cause the males get heady and take themselves to seriously.

Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Ayahuasca Life - Magic

~I live an Ayahuasca Life.

*Ayahuasca or Ayaguasca and aioaca, from Quechua Ayawaska, or yage', is an entheogenic brew made out of Banisterisopsis caapi vine and other ingredients. When you take Ayahuasca you can experience symptions like vomiting, diarrhea, feelings of euphoria, strong visual and auditory hallucinations, mind-altering psychedelic effects.

Is that me? Yes.

I've never taken it....Yet.

I just see "SHIT" & hear things that aren't suppose to be heard, lots of it and I talk to the Dead more than the living. (Ah, Don't feel sorry for me, its more interesting taking to the Dead. The living only talk about the 12 things we are aloud to talk about but the Dead just cut to the chase.) Always since the beginning of time.




~ Novice: Are you a PIPE CARRIER?

Me; No, but I carry Pipes.




~My Native Friend calls me Johnny Joseph his 3rd Cousin & introduces me that way to his Family, families, everyone is family on the Rez. (I'm jealous...my community is every man for yourself) I play along straight faced and be polite and say hi, well we both do, for a moment...then we break up laughing. He thinks its funny...So do I, so do they. But that shit ain't politically correct! Right? But there's good humor in it. Its an old medicine way...don't ask, it's hard to explain. When you come by to visit I'll get him to explain it.




~I discovered to my own amazement that I LOVE humanity (I just don't always LIKE them).




~Its funny sad we call Aliens, Aliens when they're just another culture of beings, from another place. Aliens being Alienated, can you see the historical pattern here? Mexicans are called Illegal Aliens...really? What are they then, Aliens?  Are they Star People then? And might we be Star People too?  Well from far away, off in the distance, we are, until you get up close or Land here.




~Angels, Demons, Fairies, Aliens and all the other wordly creatures and beings think humans are STUPID, when I talk to them....What do I say to that.....NO?

Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Magic of Standing Your Ground

I had this conversation at a Principals Tea Party at my daughters Elementary school....Someone in the group mention that we should have a Anti Bullying Program in the school and I said " Yeah that would be great, lets start with the Teachers and Parents first." They all look at me dumb struck. "Oh," .I said "Youall think the kids pick Bullying up from Media? Cause if you do...you are sadly mistaken...it all trickles down. The kids Bully cause they see the Adults doing it first and so on and so on, cause the Adults learnt if from there parents...and so it goes. It doesn't fall out of then air! Media is a small part of a bigger problem." And then "Bwam!" Deer in the head lights...from 9 out of 10 Adults in the room. Bwhahahaha... I was never invited back. Lol

Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Magic of Water - Being Water

In a vision, on Lake Lovely Water, in the sky, above the clouds, a place of the sacred, oh yes its real, its real, a vision, here not there, there not here, real in a dream. In a boat with my friend, in spirit, here not there, there not here. Him standing with his Hat, robes, sandals, and a long pole, with a silly wise grin, a friend, spirit, ancient, knowing, smiling, always smiling, at all, and nothing at all, but deep, very deep. I’m rowing, thinking, figuring, in my head, wondering about the metaphor, the boat, me him, us, no wind, wondering? I create a sail, I can, it’s the dream, no wind, confused, I stand and roll the keel, to catch the air, in the dream? The vision, the sight, the gift, the question, to the wise old dead guy in my boat? I turn and ask….”Mau Ching,” He nods, “What should I do when there is no wind?” He looks lifting his very wise staff into the air, and smashes it on my small vessel and it disintegrates, into tiny pieces. “Splash!” I’m in the water, wet, shocked, surprised, he’s yelling ( yes wise old dead people Yell) “You no Boat, You  Water, YOU…WATER!” He stands on the surface of Lake Lovely Water, he on it, me in it. Bwhahahahaha!

I no Boat, I Water. WTF.

So I am water

~When anxiety is high this is my meditation, my peaceful way to gentle salvation: I close my eyes and imagine I'm sinking under the surface of mayhem, under the currents of catastrophe to the bottom, to peace, to calm, to tranquility, to my bliss. Its to still, no white noise, no human voices, no visceral over load as I drift into the abyss of love, back into the womb again, to lay on the bottom, breathing water in the spirit world, becoming calm, freeing my soul...until once again I decide to surface and face the world.

~I was called Dolphin, in an outdoor school, it was my Island name as a teacher guide. (Nothing happens that is an accident is there. lol)

~Water me, flowing down, down the mountain, river, waterfall, waterfalls more like water-falling from the top of the mountain to the Sqaumish River below, and from there, water me flowing into the Salish Sea. To evaporate into the heavens, cumulus to cumulonimbus clouds, breaking and spilling over the coastal mountains, into the earth, rain drop by rain drops, thousands of water me, falling from the sky. Splashing the trees, 6 days of straight rain, little tsunami's from high,  flowing down, down to the trees into the earth, the goddess, me water. No obstacles when I let go, just water me, gliding flowing going where spontaneity, the natural pulse takes me. 

Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Magic in Finding Your Roots - Ancestors?

I'm hunting my Elders, but they're gone, gone, gone....

My culture was wiped out in 64 AD.(Genocide by the Romans, then the Witch Hunts)...I'm digging my Elders up. Thank God I was blessed with amazing parents and embraced by some awesome Squamish Elders for the past 30 years. Phew. Mentors, Elders, They didn't say more than 10 things...cause that's the way of there people...but in all that silence, they taught me so so many things. They embraced me, all of me. FIRST time I could be accepted for all that I am....Dreamer, Spirit Walker, Seer, Dancer, Green Man, Serpent, Artist...all of it...all of my full on Medicine. They just smiled there big loving smiles and I felt like I was finally home and then then they pointed me back to my own Medicine...back to the fairy people of Ireland, the Pics/Celts of Scotland, the Laplanders of Sweden and the Wicca/Pagans of England. I'm home now with my ancestors living life large because of them. I have been truly blessed..and they saw me coming, and waited since I was wee...and then again at 14 when I was camping with my Dad up at 13 mile up the Squamish River Valley and then I met them at 30. What an incredible journey...and now because of them...they are so close to my heart...I'm living breathing creating being the way...everyday, the kindest, big hearted way, fully lit up.. in plain sight.

Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Magic in the Words

Hands, fingers, pens, pencils, paper, creating words, images, visions turning into magic, from the dream to the page, to the reader, readers, everyone, no one, creating the sublime. Gifting the dream to unsuspecting as the words twirl around there heads, something is happening, from the unknown to the knowing, to the written word, dancing, sparking the hunters imagination into endless possibilities. Smiling I write more for myself, automatic soul to pen, to keys, playing my dancing fingers as if it was a grand piano * "An accomplished pianist is one who brings the audience, to experience something that is out of the boundaries of time, which shackles us in our everyday existence. It is one who is at one with the instrument." My gift, pulls the dream, allowing it to create sparks threw out my fingers, sharing with those who are in soul, out of soul, that have something to say, giving voice to the unspoken, to the forgotten dead, from the ancestors reaching across through time, through the veil to step into this place, reality takes the words to be given openly without judgement, mine but not mine, there's but not there's, shared knowledge, in the dream to the dreamers who want to believe in more, in the moments of "AH HA!" Enlightenment? maybe. Joy? most likely. Miracles? Yes, and more to the readers life offering new possibilities, firing up their world turning it upside down, tossing preconceived paradigms on there axis.  I write to pull the dream from the universe to the page, the everything from everywhere to hear, to you. The gift brings me joy, its magic every time I write. I love it. Without you there is no me, or is there? I smile, breathe, create, and find the way, my way, in lone one ness for the hunters who are being hunted, offering a path to find the way, there way, we in unison creating a future of hope.




Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Magic of Raven

In silence by my own self, I pack up the bird, she's heavy, into my old F150 pickup and head 7km, up the mountain, up to the big sky, to the 70km view. Alone 4xs a year I reconnect with my creator, with my people, in silence by my own self. In Reverence, I adorn the bird, the serpent, the White Raven, the Phoenix, she is me, I am her. we begin to merge. Am I afraid? Yes and no, I know not what is about to happen for I am already gone, to the process of being sacred, lost in its power, its in me and out of me, its everywhere. I close eyes and see with my heart, I let the realm of possibilities seep in, I let go becoming fluid, open to the ancestors. I begin to sing, then dance, spiraling, up and down, the song, louder and louder, higher and higher. The sacred fills my whole body, the air around me, the mountain top, everywhere and everything is charged with the knowing of the unknown, the other worlds collide, my spirit has merged and I lift into the air...I'm going homing! I can feel them, I soar up through the stratosphere,  higher and higher, then...woosh into the dream, beyond the dream (is that possible? oh yes.) I am here and there. Home and home, below as above, I am magic and flying, serpent, White Raven, the Serpent and me. Light speed, lighting speed, intense spirituality, filling my heart with a complete sense of belonging, to my core. A calm so profound, full filled completely to the very depths of my soul, my being on fire. This is me, all of me in silence.

Mom: Dance and they will come

Me:    Mom, this is not the Field of Dreams.

Maybe it is. No ones showed up yet, but I can feel them, oh yes, yes I can. I can feel you, oh yes, yes I can.

~Spirit Salish Elder: Are YOU the White Raven?

Me: Yes.

Spirit Salish Elder: But ye the wrong color.

Me: I didn't know we had to be color coded. Hahaha

Spirit Salish Elder: You sarcastic, but funny.

I can hear Wise Old Dead Salish People Laughing.



~I walk quietly in the clear cut, nothing scared here, dead trees, cut to the bare bones. I walk quietly with Bella the Black Lab, she's happy, and me? Sad happy, to be walking this morning, to be alive, to breath, without the living forest, ahhhhhh sad me and then? I hear the woosh, woosh, woosh, WOOSH, WOOSH, as a giant Black Raven fly's over my head and into the distances, WOOSH WOOsh, woosh, woosh woosh  away from sight. I walk quietly in the clear cut, now everything is scared, dancing heart, beautiful magic. I call out to him/her, kaw kaw, KAW! Call, response, KAW is my answer, I'm busy says the Raven, I'll see you in your silence, in the dreams, in the visions, in your quiet sad  walk, I'll fly over head, now as before, with magic on my wings.




~"Kaw, Kaw" ...."Kaw, Kaw!" I like to believe that the Ravens know me. That they are my spirit friends. An Elder once told me "The animals they know you." And so I "Kaw, Kaw...Kaw!" out to my Feathered friends, wooshing by in the silence of a forest and better seen in a clear cut. When I talk to Raven It raises my whole being, and makes my heart and soul dance again, as it always has through out my life, lives. The connection is so wonderfully intense, I history with my brothers and sister of the sky, they are my family. So the other day I'm in play "Kaw, Kaw!" Wait for it, wait for it then...its a game we play, call and response and it comes back "KawKaw, doke doke doke" My turn Kawkawkaw....and then moments later KawKawkaw!" Its so beautiful, it lifts me into the air, my spirit fly's with them through the trees. Oh my imagination is an amazing thing. Don't get me wrong I totally think I'm silly but "Fuck it," I do it anyways and then....I'm walking down the deserted loging road with my clients black lab (Bella), we turn the corner...one side is lush moss rain forest, the other clear cut and in the lush trees, are 4 huge Black Ravens with four hoping down the road...Huge, as big as Eagles (Eagles are pretty big). Big Smiles from me, Bella races after them, I call her back, they don't care, they just hop into the air, landing 3 meters further ahead of Bella. They are laughing, I'm laughing, Bella is content, I'm with my Family. Why is it I seldom feel this free with humans?


~Elder Jake: Do you want to find your Totem Animal?

Me: Yes!

Elder Jake: Put food out and wait and what ever comes and eats it, is your Totem.

I  am vacationing on Gabriola Island, an extraordinary place with alot of old wealthy hippies, gorgeous, lush, super green rain forest, surrounded by the Salish Sea. I'd camped at the provincial site and almost froze my ass off  the night before, in Late August for god sake, today however the sun was out and  I was warming up. Eating my lunch burrito I decided to see who was my spirit animal, so I place half of my Lunch near the edge of the sea. Just to give an opportunity for the sea life to come and get it. In my imagination I picture an Eagle swooping down from the sky, or a Orca throwing itself onto the shore and eating my burrito...Lol...oh sometimes I get so carried away. Or a coyote, or a bear, or a mountain lion appearing out of no where. BUT a Raven dropped outta of the Sky and gobbled it up. Damit!! A Raven. OkAY I thought, I'll take it, but I'm not happy. Was I ever sadly mistaken.



~The chatter of the Raven's create a CACOPHONY drowning out the chirping of Eagles....It's Raven Country after all, Mother Fuckers!!



~Me: I'm the White Raven...Do you think they Know?

Lakota Spirit Elder: Who?

Me: The Ravens.

Lakota Spirit Elder: Why else do they talk to you?

Me: Of course!! Bwhahahhaha.

Lakota Spirit Elder: Why are you laughing?

Me: That's so obvious now that I think about it.







Duende Naddred (c) 2019

Magic Inside of Me - How to Create Magic

~The magic has always been inside of me, since birth and as I heard less and less of this world,            I  heard more and more of the other worlds, and the magic grew like Ivy, vines crawling                      up a tree towards the sky.  With little hearing, almost none at all, I was given gifts as a child, I could hear flowers talk. Playing alone, left with introspection, the magic flourished, not everyday mind, yet still with uncanny frequencies. Now, now I hear without  hearing, see without seeing, pulling magic to me, to me, to me in every breath, in every step.

And magic hears me and comes to visit, in phenomena so extraordinary that it takes my breath away. Elves in broad daylight, a blue fairy at 3 in the morning, in my tent in my front yard, dolphins talking to me then popping up in the surf minutes later, a huge thunder bird at dusk and more and more. Magic is in the air and I breath it, I realize it, mostly its small and I really have to watch that I've seen it, for it wants to be seen. Its not exclusive, its there for everyone, always and forever. It was there when I was little and it's there now but I nurture magic, play with magic, tempt magic, create magic, and so now I believe I am magic. Its been my walk in life, my path, my legacy. I practice and practice and practice....its like every thing in life..it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert. I've still got a ways to go but I am close.

The More I Create Magic For Others,  The More Magic Shows Up to Greet Me

~I nurture magic, I stop at all the Lemon Aid stands on the side of the road, having one drink, leaving a kings ransom in a child's mind, just 5 dollars leaving miracles and endless possibilities into the hearts of innocents, blazing bright into there future.

~Blue Red Beach glass so rare, so desired when found, on a summers breeze, on a beautiful day. Dogs barking, children screeching with happiness, exploring rocky shores. I hunt thrift stores for treasures, colored glass all. Sneaking down to the sea at low low low tide, in early morn, so not to be seen, by myself, singularly, quietly, stealthy, knowing the sea will be my conspirator of this random act of magic. I smash the whole treasure trove of cheap glass, smashing them into shards, fragments, splinters of tiny glass, sneaking them under unmovable boulders. Next winter storms will come to help with the mystery and with them the waves, the swells that will toss and tumble those sharp shards, to smooth pieces of treasures, to the shore, to lay there silently for the summer children, Blue Red beach glass, so rare, what dreams are made of.  And so I leave magic I create and live magic.

~Quietly I drop 25 cents here and there, a phone slot, a vending slot, this machine and that small fingers searching for there lucky day! I smile at the thought of them finding it, child, adult, male, female, I care not who...I'm nurturing the peoples of the worlds Midas Touch. This, this makes me laugh out LOUD with joy.

Duende Naddred (c) 2019

IF YOU WANT TO SEE: "Let Your Heart Talk to Your Brain"

I've been teaching workshops in Shamanism for 30 years and the one concept I present to be able to see further into the other worlds is seeing with your heart. This tends to be a hard concept for most people because they've been dummied down by the educational systems that teaches book learning, which separate head from heart. 

I was very lucky to be hugely dyslexic so I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying if they weren't connected to there passion aka there heart and also I've been fortunate to have two very supportive parents. So I'm never been shut down. I've always listened to my heart, I couldn't help it. Lol...my frustrating disability has turned into a full on gift of seeing into the dream, the other worlds ( which are to many to count)

I realized early around the age of 19 that if I wanted to see more with my heart then I would have to clean out my closet of childhood trauma and heal myself. The more and more i looked into my issues and past pain the more and more my heart is open to all the possibilities and magic of the universe.

Listen n see with your heart it is the door way to the other worlds, that are sitting just in front of your nose, in plan sight.    by Duende Naddred

Yes, the human heart, in addition to its other functions, actually possesses a heart-brain composed of about 40,000 neurons that can sense, feel, learn and remember. The heart brain sends messages to the head brain about how the body feels and more.Feb 11, 2013

By Deborah Rozman

Lately, I hear more and more people across different disciplines and walks of life talking about the heart. People seem to be waking up to the wisdom of letting their hearts guide them, finding it leads them to more joy and fulfillment. This is news that does my heart good.

When I was a practicing psychologist, sometimes when I'd be working with a client who was confused about an issue or decision, I'd ask, "What would your heart say?" I often adapted a gestalt technique using two chairs. When the client was sitting in one chair, I asked them to speak from their heart and talk to their mind sitting over there in the other chair. Then I'd have them switch chairs and speak from their head, talking to their heart, telling their heart the mind's views and concerns. It was like two different people talking. The heart spoke from genuine feeling and authenticity, in the present. The mind spoke from opinions, fears, shoulds and shouldn'ts. I had them switch chairs several times, until they had an epiphany. Very often the client would realize their heart's voice was their true self, a voice that offered both more intuition and common sense intelligence.

This is no coincidence. What's really fascinating is that the heart contains a little brain in its own right. Yes, the human heart, in addition to its other functions, actually possesses a heart-brain composed of about 40,000 neurons that can sense, feel, learn and remember. The heart brain sends messages to the head brain about how the body feels and more. When I first heard about this scientific research, it intuitively made sense. I had felt for a long time that the heart has its own mysterious way of knowing.

Until the 1990s, scientists assumed and most of us were taught that it was only the brain that sent information and issued commands to the heart, but now we know that it works both ways. In fact, the heart's complex intrinsic nervous system, the heart brain, is an intricate network of several types of neurons, neurotransmitters, proteins and support cells, like those found in the brain proper. Research has shown that the heart communicates to the brain in several major ways and acts independently of the cranial brain.

One important way the heart can speak to and influence the brain is when the heart is coherent - generating a stable, sine-wavelike pattern in its rhythms. When the heart rhythm is coherent, the body, including the brain, begins to experience all sorts of benefits, among them greater mental clarity and intuitive ability, including better decision-making.

Although the heart and brain are in constant communication, we can intentionally direct our heart to communicate to our brain and body in beneficial ways. When we experience sincere positive emotions, such as caring, compassion or appreciation, the heart processes these emotions, and the heart's rhythm becomes more coherent and harmonious. This information is sent to the brain and the entire body neurologically, biochemically, biophysically and energetically. You can shift into this coherent state to bring your mind and heart into harmonious alignment and have more access to intuition often in less than a minute. It can take a little practice to do this on demand, but it gets easier and quicker the more you do it.

Here is how, using an adaptation of HeartMath's "Freeze Frame" decision-making technique:

1. When there is an issue causing you stress, write down what you've been thinking and feeling about it.
2. Shift into heart coherence using the Quick Coherence Technique.
3. In that state, ask yourself what would be a more effective response to this situation, one that will minimize future stress.
4. Listen for what your heart has to say. Notice the first feelings and sensations that come to you. Perhaps it's offering a new insight you need, or is saying let go or be patient?
5. Write down what your heart says, even if it seems too simplistic.
6. Now compare what you wrote in #1 with what your heart said. Which feels better to you? Which has more ease, flow or common sense?

What often blows people's minds is the head saying what seems to be rational arguments that keep the emotions churning, but the heart's wisdom is so clear and releasing and simply feels right. In comparing what they wrote in #1 and #5, people often find the heart more intelligent; the mind more emotional, irrational.

I have made letting my heart talk to my brain a way of life because it's much more effective, and offers flow, ease and clarity for me. Whenever I need to, I shift my focus to the heart and ask its guidance. Recently, my mind was wanting to rush ahead and call somebody about an issue there was a deadline for. I got into heart coherence to grasp a deeper connection to the issue. My heart intuition was clear -- don't call now, or I will be reacting out of fear. So glad I waited until I was neutral and calm. The results I get from decisions I make in a heart-coherent state keep confirming the effectiveness of Freeze-Framing for me.

Lately, I hear more and more people across different disciplines and walks of life talking about the heart. People seem to be waking up to the wisdom of letting their hearts guide them, finding it leads them to more joy and fulfillment. This is news that does my heart good.

Deborah Rozman, Ph.D., is president and CEO of HeartMath LLC, located in Boulder Creek, California. HeartMath provides scientifically-validated and market-validated tools and technologies that activate the intelligence and power of the heart to dramatically reduce stress while empowering health, performance and behavioral change in individuals and organizations. HeartMath's award winning emWave® technologies monitor and provide real time feedback on heart rhythm (HRV) coherence levels, an important indicator of mental and emotional state. HeartMath also offers training and certification programs for organizations, health professionals and coaches, and a self-paced online personal development program called HeartMastery for individuals.

Dr. Rozman has been a psychologist in research and practice, entrepreneur and business executive for over 30 years. She was founding executive director of the Institute of HeartMath, and now serves on the Institute's Scientific Advisory Board and Global Coherence Initiative Steering Committee. She is co-author with HeartMath founder Doc Childre of the Transforming series of books (New Harbinger Publications): Transforming Anger, Transforming Stress, Transforming Anxiety and Transforming Depression. She is a key spokesperson on heart intelligence and the role of the heart in stress management, performance and wellness.

Negative Thoughts - What to Do with Your Voices in Your Head

Hearing Voice in your head is not Schizophrenia, its just stress and depression going viral.

I suspect strongly if everyone could admit to having voices in there head you'd find everyone has them...well at least in Western Mental Culture anyway and I think that its a normality amongst us. The abnormal behavior is the folks lying and pretending that they are all fine  = Fucked up, Insecure, narcotic and emotional. In fact if I here someone say that they're fine more that 3xs I begin to suspect there mental stability. 

I've named my voices in my head. Let me introduce you to many family, there's: Paranoid Pete, Doubt Thomas, Narcotic Nancy and Critical Karen... aaaargh...they drive me crazy. Well almost. I started naming them to recognize and identify the negative input and silly suggestive, subliminal conversation that go on. And then I got this idea, after naming them to hug them when they are really loud and unrelenting. LOL. This is what I call having a relationship with the dark side. It helps a wee bit. At least I'm no longer trying to make them go away. There a part of me, for whatever reasons and it seems the older i get the louder they get, or it could be the diabetic pharmaceuticals I'm on that keep fueling the crazy relentless blitherings of the "Blah, Blah, Blah de Blah blah Blah Gang!". They are not with me all the time. Oh no, they show up at 10pm to 12 and 8 to 10 ....depending on when I go to sleep or wake up.

I've tried many things to shut them up. Praying (sort of works) Music (works quite well, till you turn it off) Confornting and Destorying the Gang (and they are back in my next breath and finally I hug them in my imagination(this too sort of works but leaves me in a better space. I've even yelled at them and told them to shut up! (This, this does not work at all). They create so much chaos and anxiety in my head that I will have sleepless nights of worry and then when I wake up? All that was said doesn't end up happening. Aaargh! Its like its "False Information Appearing Real." WTF. Now when I hear any of them firing off about how bad the next day will be and how much trouble I'm in and how alone I'll be. I tell them that they've said all that before and I know its not true and then I go to sleep, wake up in the morning and sure enough all there bullshit was False. This strategy of mine is not fool proof but it does work most of the time. At least I know longer try to argue with words but now I talk to folks n hug them sometimes. Its a way I guess to love myself, all parts, even the ones I'm not so proud of.

I always imagine a fast running river and I sink into it and allow the river to take me to the bottom and at the bottom of the river its very, very quiet and deep and peaceful. Not like the surface,  which is fast flowing and full of ideas, and life's day to day problems and conflicts. I lie on the bottom on  my back and watch the world and all that crazyness speed by and I enjoy witnessing it, at the bottom in stillness.




So lovely and peaceful.

Over 60 Common Traits of a Psychic - Could you be Psychic?

The Commonalities

Over the years I have discussed this issue of the commonalities between Clairvoyants and this is what seems to come up more often than not, we tend to be:




- Can't sleep with closet doors open. You have to shut them habitually or won't able to sleep.
- Outgoing- People person with a great love for humanity.
- Easy to talk too – people you don't even know will tell you there life stories and seek you out for advice.
- Storytellers, Poets, Writers, Performers, Artists etc.
- Extremely honest and trustworthy- In a society that some might say to a fault.
- Big Heartd with a large capacity to love.
- Communicators with all living things, especially the animal kingdom.
- Unique in your ability to communicate with aboriginal elderly, children (of all cultures) special needs people, especially deep connections with Autistic Children and Adults.
- Children know you as a friend and will call you that upon meeting you for the first time.
- We call wild animals, birds, mammals etc. to you and they tend to follow you around. Especially crows.
- A Leader and Chief even though you fear leading.
- Calm when everyone else is freaking out, especially in times of life threatening or traumatic situations.
- Wise beyond your years.
- Highly intelligent, ingenious at figuring out difficult situations and then fix them.
- Dyslexic or have severe learning disabilities.
- Able to leave our bodies (astral travel) in .5 seconds.
- Levitation has occur as a child or preteen ie. Floating off the bed or floating in the air while running.
- Hypersensitive to taste, touch, smell and sound.
- Borderline diabetics, having sugar intolerances and allergies to sugar.
- Butter addicts.
- Intolerant to caffeine.
- Have opposite effects with pharmaceuticals prescriptions. Hyper = Drowsy and Drowsy = Hyper
- Lip-read and also have unique abilities to read peoples idiosyncrasies.
- Think that they are crazy, unstable, and unfit because they hear voices in our heads.
- Hear voices (individuals even, sometimes with accents) in our heads that gives you information about; problems we are experiencing, people with health difficulties, innate info about world the order, the universe at large and how to navigate it and where you were from (what exact star) family, friends and loved ones, disasters etc.
- Worried about having Multiple Personalities
- Insomniacs.-because there bodies are whirling beyond light speed. Waking a 3 in the morning with a rapid heart beat that is pounding out of the chest. To the point to making them think that they might be having a heart attack.
- Extremely hypersensitive 10 to 13 days of each month from the 20 to the 3rd of each month depending on the moon. And four times a year i.e. solstice, equinox etc. tend to be Extreme extremely hypersensitive almost with the ability to feel the earths pulse.
- Lacking in any ambition or ego that resemble anything in the 21st century modern society’s minds.
- Aware that they are being hunted and think that they are paranoid schizophrenics.
- Deficient of vitamins C and lack calcium, magnesium and basic other minerals.
- Relationship junkies and sometimes sex junkies.
- Scared to be alone and afraid to go to sleep.
- Frightened to dream for fear of information or being hunted or shot.
- Hesitant in seeking power or becoming who we believe we are for the fear of being killed.
- Frightened to know more about who they are bit it for fear of responsibility, or not fitting in, or being different, or being ostracized by the general public, or being seen as weird and therefore sooner or later being sent to an insane asylum.
- Highly imaginative and the general public tends to remind them all the time.
- Aware that people are frightened of them because they think they can read there minds even though they don’t believe in that stuff.
- Happier in the forest but lonely for people after a time.
- Lonely, and sad and feel separate from the world.
- Frightened of the dark.
- Afraid of being alone in the forest during the day and especially at night.
- Afraid of spiders or snakes and owls.
- Bonded with Cats of all kinds.
- A little over weight or a little to thin.
- Able to speak in tongues.
- Have severe allergies.
- Hear voices outside our heads with no one around.
- Able to predict wonderful things.
- Incredible hunters of things, animals, and of people.
- Read incessantly beyond all normal bounds devouring books in the hunt for information they know but don’t quite know what they are looking for.
- Heal people in numbers of ways through, tarot, channeling, healing touch, reiki, medical intuition etc and not know quite how we did it.
- Unable to keep watches on wrists and have electronical equipment around shut down or totally stop working i.e. TVs., car radio’s, cars electronic systems etc.
- Have dreams of dancing in a spirit form.
- Have a fascination with long bows, hunting bows that go beyond archery and hunting.
- The Earth is not my home…Does this sound like something you've said & rarely share?
- Have had Alien contactee experiences.
- Able to see little people, fairy folk or talk to them.
- See hooded cloaked people at the end of streets but when they get there it was a tree instead.
- Have had loss of time experiences from 1 to 6 hrs.
- Aware and have seen people pretending to people who are not what they appear.
- Feel an intense calling to First Nations peoples. That goes beyond reason.
- Hyper aware that they are being watched.
- Seeing white orbs, 6ins in diameter – 3s, 6s, 9s etc.
- Have no desire for power. Find it distasteful.
- You have woken up (as an adult) so terrified, you've refused to sleep alone.(c)

Color Coded Reverse Racism in Aboriginal Medicine?

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Susan Malueg

Just read a post were only Red people can be called "Shaman". And Yellow people are called "Sages" and Black people are "Shamans" too. And Brown people are "Guru's" but if you're White then you can't be called any of these. Especially if you live in North America. Then you can be a pastor or  a reverend or a priest but not a Shaman, but maybe a "Guru" but then most people think your some flake hippie from an ashram. 

Now Siberian Medicine People are called "Shamans" but aren't they white-ish. So is that okay? I guess cause there culture hasn't been completely wiped out by the church but if  you are "Whitey" and your aboriginal culture has been genocide totally with little or known ancestral information left then, then what?

So what if you have a gift, what if you talk to spirits, what if you where born in the wrong time in the wrong land and you happen to be "White?" What then?

Do you take on "Druidism" or "Wicca"? What if that doesn't resonant with you? What then? What if you become an accidental "Shaman." What then?

Aren't all peoples of the World indigenous, I KNOW I KNOW, you can't say this Duende, its blasphemy.

So we call all "Whitey's" with magic/medicine "Mage's"? Can we do that? Just take a name? Of course but where does it originate from? Greek and the Old French ancestral medicine when I look it up.

What do you call yourself, if you don't quite fit? Do you have to call yourself anything? Well you don't really but other people on this planet seem to need too? Does it even matter if what we call ourselves? Probably not. After all it is about your relationship with Creator and the Creator knows with out judgement, but there is alot of people out there, in our world in pain: Trauma in there early childhood and trauma closes the eyes and the heart from all cultures with all peoples. I don't blame anyone for Color Coded Racist Identification but to stop people becoming who they are through bullying?

Everyone appears to be specializing, and qualifying themselves into groups of subgroups creating exclusiveness and cleekisms making it quite impossible for anyone to learn anything on there own, because more times than not, you're not the right color, not in the right culture, not in the right club, you're to young and not ancient enough (cause we all know that wisdom is only found in the elderly...not). Does this all just becomes the land of the in titled? Which is insecurity caused by childhood trauma?

By now you probably horrified that I should be so Politically Incorrect in mentioning these issues, but when is any form of Racism okay, even Reverse Racism?

Let me tell you a story that best explains what i'm talking about:

I met a man, much older than myself and he said, "I'm looking for a Shaman?"

"Oh," I said, "What do they look like?"

"I don't know?"

"Can I help you with that?"

"Yes Please!!" He was very excited.

"Do they have feathers in there hair or there hats?"

"Yes."

"Do they wear sandals?"

"Yes."

"Do they have long grey hair?"

"Yes, yes they do."

He was getting very excited. "Do they carry a long stick or a staff?"

"Oh Yes."

"Are they very old, and hunched over?"

"Of course,yes."

"Do they wear weathered robes with a hoods?"

"Yes, yes yes!"

"Are they RED?"

"YES!" He was ecstatic at this point.

"Careful."

"Why?"

"You might just miss him," or "Her"



Being Shaman filled, has nothing to do with age, color, gender or culture, it just is inside of you. If you are looking for a Shaman don't be blinded by your brain, listen with your heart and then see with your eyes. And if you are a Shaman, not to worry you can be any color of the rainbow, male or female or neither or either or both.

What's the Universal Rule?  They're are NO Rules.

Separation is a disease caused by Trauma. Heal it and you'll heal the world.

The Jinn - Arabic Supernatural Spirits

By reading and examining other cultures, myths and supernatural phenomena I believe we can understand the other worlds and learn more of the other worlds. Supernatural phenomena happens all around the world, no one culture has all the answers and sometimes they might have more. Just because you're born in lets say North American does not mean to say that all your dream time/visions are from that land. We are creatures/spirits/children of the world or of the Universe. 

Duende (c)  2019

Please find below information from the internet.

Arab poet Kuthayyir ‘Azzah of the Umayyad period (661–750)—known for depicting his romantic obsession with a married woman—once described how he became a poet:

One day [...] a man on horseback came toward me until he was next to me. I looked at him. He was bizarre, a man made out of brass […]. He said to me, “Recite some poetry!” Then he recited poetry to me. I said: “Who are you?” He said, “I am your double from the jinn!”

That is how I started reciting poetry.

Jinn (often al-jinn or djinn) are shape-shifting spirits made of fire and air with origins in pre-Islamic Arabia. They are the inspiration for Aladdin’s genie, and have held space in Arab culture for almost as long as Arab culture itself. And yet, having transcended both religion and the physical world, so little is understood about the spirits. “People in the West currently are more interested to learn about jihad, the veil, the status of women in Islam, and the various fundamentalist movements,” writes Amira El-Zein in her book Islam, Arabs, and the Intelligent World of the Jinn. “They assume the jinn is a topic better left to Disney and popular culture, or at best to anthropologists.” But jinn, who are part of Islam but not worshipped in it, with their free will and obscurity, have too much to teach us about a culture, a people, and their multiple religions to be forgotten.

Neither inherently good nor bad, Jinn are amorphous entities, able to take the shape of humans and animals alike. Their role in society, too, has been malleable: Jinn have served as a source of inspiration for both the most esteemed classical Arab poets in the first millenium and Disney in 1992 (jinni—aka genie—is the singular of jinn). Both before and after Islam’s introduction—which included mentions of jinn in the Qur’an—jinn have remained an inexplicable entity. “The orthodox scholars say you can’t understand jinn,” Arabic literature researcher Suneela Mubayi tells Broadly. Still, despite their mysterious nature, there are some things historians, Islamic scholars, and believers of jinn have come to discern about the spirits.

According to El-Zein, pagan Arabs (big believers in the occult) worshipped jinn long before Islam was introduced in the seventh century, believing that the spirits were masters of certain crafts and elements of nature who had the power to turn plots of land fertile. Jinn are believed to both interact with humans in our reality and lead their own lives in a separate realm. “As spiritual entities, the jinn are considered dual dimensional, with the ability to live and operate in both manifest and invisible domains,” El-Zein writes.

"The jinn are considered dual dimensional, with the ability to live and operate in both manifest and invisible domains."

Jinn’s influence has been widespread both religiously and culturally in pre- and post-Islamic Arabia. They can talk or otherwise communicate with people, though some, like poets, are more likely than others to be hit up by a jinni. Ancient Arabs, known for their affinity for poetry, even coined the term sha’ir, meaning an Arabic literature poet who was “supernaturally inspired” by jinn, to designate poets like Kuthayyir ‘Azzah. “Poets in pre-Islamic Arabia often said they had a special jinni that was their companion,” says Mubayi. “Sometimes they would attribute their verses to the jinn."

In the early seventh century, when the Islamic Prophet Muhammed (SAWS) began spreading the word of the Qur’an, he shared multiple surahs, or verses, that mentioned jinn, including one named entirely after the spirits. Belief in jinn has been a part of the world’s second largest religion ever since. El-Zein argues that “one can’t be Muslim if he/she doesn’t have faith in [jinn’s] existence because they are mentioned in the Qur’an and the prophetic tradition.” And while, of course, not all who identify as Muslim subscribe to every word of the Qur’an literally, if El-Zein is right, it means that around 1.6 billion people in the world believe in jinn.

Jinn are considered part of al-ghaib, or the unseen. As invisible entities with abstract definitions, belief in them manifests differently between communities and individuals. For instance, while some Islamic scholars agree that jinn are capable of possession, others do not. Still, in both the past and present, stories of those possessed by jinn are not hard to find. Exorcisms, which can involve reciting the Qur’an over a person or, more rarely, physically beating the jinn out of them, are performed in some circles on those thought to be possessed by jinn (despite being condemned by mainstream Muslims). People who partake in the latter believe that the pain is not felt by the person who the jinni occupies, but the jinni themself. And while reading the Qur’an is a popular exorcism method, Jinn’s links to possession predate Islam. “The Arabs of pre-Islam invented a whole set of exorcism procedures to protect themselves from the evil actions of the jinn on their bodies and minds, such as the use of beads, incense, bones, salt, and charms written in Arabic, Hebrew, and Syriac, or the hanging around their necks of a dead animal’s teeth such as a fox or a cat to frighten the jinn, and keep them away,” writes El-Zein. In Arabic, the word majnun—meaning possessed, mad, or insane—literally means “to be possessed by a jinni.”

Despite stories of possession, Jinn are remarkable in their propensity towards neither good or evil. In Christianity, demons and evil spirits appear as entities carrying out Satan’s maleficent wishes, but neutral spirits like the jinn have no place. El-Zain believes that jinn have been robbed of the scholarly devotion they deserve, in part because they complicate the narrative of monotheism, what it means to believe in “the existence of intelligent spiritual entities without necessarily demonizing them.” Jinn—different than both angels and the devil—oscillate between good and evil, making them all the more relatable. They can fuck up, they can be pious, they can help us, or they can hurt us, as shown in folktales from One Thousand and One Nights (commonly known in English asArabian Nights). In one of these tales, “The Fisherman and the Jinni”—the inspiration for Disney’s Aladdin—a fisherman pulls a bottle out of the sea. When he opens it, a jinni appears. Angry to have been trapped in the bottle for centuries, the jinni tells the fisherman their plan to kill him. But after the two exchange stories, the jinni changes their mind, instead bestowing the fisherman with a life of good fortune.

Fluid in form and interpretation, jinn not only possess and converse with us, but they can also fall in love (or in bed) with humans. Pre-Islamic poet Ta’abbata Sharran once wrote about sleeping with a jinniyah (feminine form of jinn) in a poem called “How I Met the Ghul”:

I lay upon her through the night

that in the morning I might see what had come to me

Behold! Two eyes in a hideous head

like the head of a cat, split-tongued

Legs like a deformed fetus, the back of a dog,

clothes of haircloth or worn-out skins!

According to El-Zein, the ability or desire to have sex isn’t all jinn have in common with humans. Like us, “jinn eat, drink, sleep, procreate and die,” she says, though their mortal lives can extend for thousands of years. And yet, while we can relate to the spirits on many levels, the consensus remains that we cannot fully comprehend jinn—though we can try.