Remote Healing Schedule for August:
Mondays, August 1,8,15, 22, 29 (yahoo
there are 5 Mondays in August, that
means you get an extra healing, NO extra charge!
Thursdays, August 4, 11, 18, 25
Saturdays, August 6, 13, 20, 27
If you receive healings every other day,
the healings occur on even days (ie..2, 4,
6, 8) and you also receive all Monday
healings as they are considered to be the most powerful.

Hi Everyone!
Holy Madness Versus Unholy Madness
Ok, you have demanded it! More Flower (and Faerie!) Worship.
More flowers (and therefore LOTS more Faeries) growing now
(photos taken just now) in the Spiritwater Gardens. As you have
heard me say so many times, flowers are here to bring about our
evolution to higher states of beingness for ourselves and for all
aspects of the planet. The next time you pass by a flower, stop a
moment and just take in its beauty. Can you more consciously
interact with the flower through your five senses? Remind
yourself that there are magical beings associated with every
single bloom! Keep reading, you will be asked again to engage
with your five senses!

Can you imagine that some people will live on this Earth and in
their lifetime, not become aware of the flowers and their healing
gifts? These times call us, more than ever before to do
everything we can to bow down to the Earth and literally worship
her gifts and infuse them into our energetic totality with continued
persistence. We need to also continue to be broadcasting higher
and higher levels of consciousness. Let’s be less in unholy
madness and find our way to holy madness. I remind you, we
have no idea how good we have it, we are all, right now,
transforming into wonderful new ways of beingness.

Ecstatic Poetry
Another way to hold your high frequency or to find what I like to
call the OM Zone is through Ecstatic Poetry. Try this as a spiritual
exercise. The results will astound you. When you read a poem to
bring yourself closer to ecstatic states, I find that it feels right to
engage a lot more of your energetic totality. Here is what I do:
I start with my poem in my lap, sitting by a window. First I look
outside the window and I look up with my eyes, look down with
my eyes, look left with my eyes, look right with my eyes, then
look straight ahead out into the space outside and try to see the
furthest detail of the landscape before me, lingering on that point
for a time. This practice has always brought to me a greater
ability to engage all of me and to focus. It is a truth (from
experience) that if you don’t maintain a focus this poetry reading
practice does not work. In fact, I wrote this Haiku (I write a lot of
them, if you beg me, I may share more;)) a few years ago to
remind me how to focus:
Look right, then look left, up, now down,
now pierce through the veil.

Continue to ready yourself to read the poem by consciously
taking a moment to activate each of your five senses – feeling –
hearing – seeing – tasting – smelling….
Now go ahead and slowly read the poem. See if you can engage
each sense as you read each word. Let all of your senses romp
and rollick together to initiate your 6th sense. Let your entirety
conjure the images that are brought forth in your consciousness
as your sensory apparatus collides with your consciousness. I
find that a part of my brain (back right) gets all juicy and activated
and sends out waves of bliss when I do this. Again, if you can’t
maintain a focus, this won’t work. See if you can stick with this for
a while and even after you have moved on with your day, keep
allowing the poem to continue to nurture you. As you play with
this, you may find that you want to persist with your exploration of
the poem for several days or weeks.
This is a poem by Sara Teasdale who lived from 1884 until 1933.
Her poems are known for their classical simplicity and quiet

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.

Big, huge, love, elizabeth