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.