Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Re-Opening after a BIG Transition

Most boxes are unpacked, the overwhelm is subsiding, and my healing space is ready.

I appreciate the clients I've already seen in my new space; are you ready for your next session?

This looks familiar, yes?

As you can see, we're in a historic home with many charming features.

Here's my lovely consulting room!

These continue to be times of rapid transformation.  I'm finding that life is full to the brim, even overflowing, with what needs healing.  

What has been hidden -- in our psyches and in the collective psyche -- is being brought to light in order to be re-known in new ways.  

What's arising for you?

If your life is overflowing, let yourself receive some ease, balance, and soul-level perspective that can help you ride the waves of  ever-expanding consciousness.   

As we move toward the Fall Equinox, we're reminded of balance -- equal day and night.  Nature is always gracing us with her perennial wisdom.

In related news:

I'm working on a new website which I hope to share shortly. 

Our Virtual Meditation Circle will begin by the end of September.

As soon as my website is ready, my rate is increasing to $149 per session.  As you know, I spend 90 minutes to two hours per session.  I'm advised to bring my rates into line with other healing professionals.

Keep in mind that I do distance healings if that works better for you.  

Lots of love to you on your journey.  I hope to see you on the healing path soon.           


Julie Montinieri
Energy Medicine Practitioner
Blue Heron Healing
​664 Longmeadow Street​
​Longmeadow, MA​

Friday, January 1, 2021

We Were Made for Times Like These

To celebrate crossing the threshold into 2021, I am sharing an essay written by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, a Jungian psychotherapist specializing in trauma recovery.   She is the author of Women Who Run With the Wolves:  Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype.  Dr. Pinkola Estes is recognized for her  scholarship, teaching, writing and advocating for social justice. I don't know when she wrote this essay or where it was originally published, but her message is exactly right today, New Year's Day 2021.

She writes:

My friends, do not lose heart,  We were made for these times.  I have heard from so  many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered.  They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now.  Ours is a time of daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to caring, visionary, civilized people.

You are right in your assessments.  The luster and hubris, the bald-faced audacity that some are engaged in while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people -- the poor, the unguarded, the helpless -- and this mother earth, is breathtaking. Yet I urge you, ask you...to please not spend your spirit bewailing these difficult times.  Especially do not lose hope.  Most particularly because, the fact is, we were made for these times.  For years we have been learning, practicing, been training for, and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. 

I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one.  Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the water than there are right now, across the world.  They are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.

Look over the prow; there are millions of righteous souls with you.  Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a great forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand even the fiercest storms.  To hold together.  To hold its own, and to advance, regardless.

In any dark time there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world.  Do not focus on that.  There is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be.  Do not focus there.  

We are needed, that is all we can know.  And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know when they appear.  Didn't you say you were a believer?  Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a greater voice?  Didn't you ask for grace?  Don't you remember that to be in grace is to submit to the greater voice [rising up from within you?]

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world at once, but at stretching out to mend  the part of the world that is within our reach.  Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this suffering world, will help immensely.  It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good.

What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of [such] acts.  We know that it does not take everyone on earth to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second or hundredth  gale.

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene is to stand up and show your soul.  Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times.  The light of such a soul throws sparks, sends up flames, builds signal fires, causes the proper matters to catch fire.  To display the lantern of the soul in shadowy times like these -- to be fierce and to show mercy; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity.

Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it.  If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.

There will always be times when you feel discouraged.  I, too, have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it.  I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate. 

The reason is this:  In my uttermost bones I know something as you do.  It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to earth, who you serve, and who sent you here.... In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall:  When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt.  

But that is not what great ships are built for.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Special Delivery

It's the morning after the presidential election here in the United States.  Like so many others, I got very little sleep last night.

When the flurry of texts and calls subsides, I turn everything off and settle on my meditation cushion.  I sit at my kitchen slider facing the rising sun.

I'm listening to the Dalai Lama chanting OM. Following the rhythm of my breath, rolling in and out like ocean waves, I am gradually unmoored from election tension and sailing into silence.

When I sit like this, eyes closed to the sun, my inner vision is a field of undulating gold light. I'm reminded of a prayer I read recently in The Book of Runes by Ralph H. Blum.  I interrupt my meditation to retrieve this little volume.

I turn to the page with the rune I picked on Halloween. Sowelu looks like a jagged  S or a bolt of  lightening.  It's the Rune of Wholeness, Life Force, and the Sun's Energy.

Blum says this prayer, called the Gayatri, embodies the spirit of the Rune of Wholeness:

You who are the source of all power,

Whose rays illuminate the world, 

Illuminate also my heart

So that it too can do Your work. [1]


I recite these sentences in silence, inviting the Divine into my heart.

After a few rounds, they repeat themselves of their own accord as my inner space opens and brightens.

Behind the resonant voice of the Dalai Lama, there's the sound of something spiraling through the air, end over end, like a delivery from the ethers hurtling toward me.

I don't know exactly what happens in moments like these, but it feels as if the rays of the November morning sun are streaming into my chest. 

Suddenly, my energy field expands exponentially.  It's radiating like a great halo from the nucleus of my heart.

As if the Source of all power is activating my heart, illuminating my inner world.


After a while, my inner vision fades to purple and I take it that this transmission is over.

I draw a an oracle card, The Lady of Lightening.

The Lady of Lightening brings powerful forces of change into your life.  She tells you to expect a sudden shift in your circumstances.  Perhaps a situation you weren't anticipating arises and offers you the opportunity of a lifetime, or a series of Aha! moments culminates in a pivotal flash of insight causing everything to change just like that.  Maybe someone enters your life and pushes you to new heights.  You may have a brilliant idea that hits you like lightening.  

Be prepared; change is imminent, and a total paradigm shift may be upon you. [2]



This flash of insight penetrates the cloud of uncertainty that's been hovering for weeks as I navigate the pandemic, the election, and life generally turned upside down.

Later in the day my daughter sends a video from the OBGYN's office.  I hear, for the first time, the beating heart of our first grandchild.  It's pure joy to hear that steady rhythmic whooshing behind Meredith's happy voice.

It reminds me of something though....  That sound I tried to describe earlier -- like something spiraling through the air, end over end, behind the Dalai Lama's chanting.

It's the sound of a beating heart!

I don't know how to tie the synchronicity together like so many iridescent pearls on a string.  

But there are these moments when the flow of time opens, like a river to the sea, into eternity.  

Special Delivery

 Illuminated by the Source of all power, 

My heart

Finds its way

Through the eye of the needle.

Slipping through that slender opening,

Into an infinite field of grace

Reverberating with the heartbeat of the cosmos.

As a baby's heart beats

Underneath the heart of her mother

My heart beats 

Within the heart of the Great Mother

And the love of each for the other

Through the great chain of being

Sparks creation.

1.  Philip H. Blum, The Book of Runes A Handbook for the Use of an Ancient Oracle:  The Viking              Runes (New York:  St. Martin's Press, 1993), 140.  This prayer is known as the Gayatri.

2.  Colette Barron-Reid, Wisdom of the Hidden Realms Guidebook (Hay House, 2009), 97

Thursday, May 28, 2020

I Can't Breathe

This morning's news was no worse than any other.

Or maybe it was.

All I know is it hit me hard today.

Lead story -- Minneapolis is on fire.  Arson, looting, tear gas, riot gear, and pepper spray on full display as protests over the death of George Floyd, an unarmed black man, erupt into violence.  Protesters gathered in Memphis and LA as well. 

Minneapolis intersection near Floyd's tragic death

I witnessed the last moments of his life.

I heard his last words, I can't breathe....

The police officer who pinned Floyd's neck under his knee has been identified as Derek Chauvin.  It appears he was putting his full weight into that knee.  I don't care what Floyd did, no one should ever be restrained so lethally and inhumanely.

George Floyd was unnecessarily murdered.  Chauvin is a murderer.  The officers who stood by and failed to intervene are complicit.  As of this moment no one's been charged.

As if that story were not literally sickening enough, the NBC anchors' next story is the Coronavirus death toll:


A deadly pandemic takes root in our country and Trump wishes it away like a miracle.
But when Twitter calls him out?  Full assault on social media.

Third news story.

Peter Manfredonia, UCONN student suspected in two homocides, has been arrested in Maryland.

Manfredonia allegedly hacked to death Ted DeMers, 62, with a machete.  He allegedly shot and killed Nick Eisele, a former high school classmate, and kidnapped Eisle's girlfriend, who was found uninjured in NJ.

Nick Eisele
The reason this story is heart-wrenching for me is that I know one of Ted's family members.  My friend is Ted's wife's sister.  She was on the news a couple of mornings ago, describing him as generous, helpful to everyone, a good neighbor.  His obituary says he was a craftsman of fine wood furniture, an outdoorsman, and looking forward to the birth of a grandchild that he couldn't wait to take for walks in the woods.

Ted DeMers

My friend is a sensitive soul. I cannot even imagine how horrified her family must be.  According to news reports, Ted DeMers was helping Manfredonia in his last moments on this earth.

Ted's loss leaves a gaping hole in a close-knit family that will never be filled.

These three stories took 15 minutes, a long time in TV news.  At 7:15 Hoda and Savannah finally turned to some good news.

The relief was plain on their faces.  Time for the weather with Mr. Roker.

But there are some days when I can't file it away and go about my day as usual. Injustice, unspeakable sadness, presidential irresponsibility, and tangible grief hover like the drizzle outside as I load the washing machine, unload the dishwasher, and pour a mug of tea.

As I take a deep breath, I remember George Floyd's final plea.

One of the protesters, a young black woman, asked reporters: 

When is it going to change?  When is it going to stop?

When will this litany of horror end?

And I realized that as long as I remain silent, I'm complicit too.

Impromptu memorial on the green in Willington, CT, Ted DeMers' hometown.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Moon Dark and Morning Pages

Moon dark is  that time in the lunar cycle when the face of the moon hides behind the shadow of the earth.

It's a mystical time when perceptual curtains in my psyche are drawn back and I can see, finally, what's been hidden  in the shadows of my consciousness.  Insights and epiphanies that have eluded me may reveal themselves when the moon slips into nothingness.

During moon dark, I see more clearly.


Astrologers call it the balsamic phase -- an inward, mysterious time.  The moon goes dark, creative energy ebbs.  I'm poised between cycles, waiting for the slender crescent to appear among the springtime stars.

This week, while the moon has been hidden in shadows, my own shadowy, unconscious dynamics became very clear.

I wrote some morning pages a few days ago.  This is a practice recommended by Julia Cameron in The Artist's Way -- writing three long-hand pages every morning to get rid of the mental clutter that's in the way of my creativity.   It's a private exercise.  No one sees my pages.

I haven't done them in a long time.  But during this quarantine confinement I felt tension building, so I sat at my laptop. What poured forth was like a giant, unflattering mirror dragged out of the back of the closet and propped up where I couldn't avoid my own reflection.

Maybe the virus has done this for you too?

It's as if life is a desk, piled up  with things to do. This and that to attend to.  Life flowing by.

And then the virus sweeps it all away.

Leaving open space.

My friend Deb, with unexpected time on her hands, is cleaning and organizing.  Yesterday she said, When I'm done with this all I'll be left with is my thoughts.


Writing those pages -- it was as if my consciousness was fed up with waiting to be heard and it didn't mince words. 

I'll spare you the content of my pages, but I have shared them with friends.  This is a big deal for me, letting peeps I trust see me exactly where am.

When I don't have my sh*t together.

Lo and behold, they relate.  They give comfort and good advice.

Today's new moon marks the beginning of a new cycle of creation.   I enjoy planting seeds of intention in the freshly tilled soil of my fertile psychic space.  Anything can happen!

In the next few days I'll experience that subtle shift from shadow toward light, as germinating seeds strive for the sun.  I think of that rich inner dark space as a deep well of potential.

Giving myself space to get clear -- by reviving the morning pages -- turned out to be a gift.  It woke me up to patterns of resistance that I've gotten used to, rationalized, and then felt crappy about.

And in response, so much wisdom came my way in the guise of friends who are, respectively, a life coach, a therapist, and a shamanic practitioner.  They say:  Let yourself be, for God's sake.  Soak in Epsom salts.  Put CBD oil under your tongue.  Try giving up dairy.  Or maybe stop judging your physical pain as bad.

This ascension we're in the midst of?  It's taking a toll on me physically but I don't have to assume it means I'm doing anything wrong.

Enter Uranus, the Great Awakener, whose cosmic agenda is to pierce through levels of unconsciousness and resistance! *

Astrologer Elizabeth Jones suggests that the most important question isn't related to ... what we've let go of but rather about what we are letting in (to our awareness).

This is huge...this sudden change, very likely a cosmic prompting from Uranus, has opened a window of opportunity  to co-create with the Universe something extraordinary.  

Something perhaps you've only dreamed or hoped for.  

Something that requires time you didn't have before

 and space to breathe 

and a new set of priorities 

and, perhaps most important, a fresh perspective of what might now be possible in your life.*

This new moon in Taurus, courtesy of Uranus (who moved into the constellation of Taurus in May 2018 and will hang out there for another seven years) has the potential to shatter outdated, no-longer-true-for-me, inherited beliefs.

In case you haven't noticed, this is happening in the collective consciousness as well. (Understatement.)

This would explain my meditation yesterday.

I came upon a doorway, set in a forest.  Sunlight was streaming through delicately budding branches.  Petals of early blossoms drifted like snowflakes to the ground. The double-door came to an arched point.  The left door was closed but bright yellow light beamed out of the right open door.  Inside, it was blindingly light.  I sensed myself on a cool healing slab of rose quartz.

It was a classic shamanic experience of instantaneous combustion.  I heard the phrase, Burn it all down.  I knew what this meant for me.

Uranus rules lightening, which is...how its energies work, often in an unexpected flash!*

Only my luminous bones are left -- the core of my being.  The scaffolding on which to build a new me.

How I come back to life, how I am re-animated by my own spirit...

Its up to me.

Collectively, it's up to us.

*Elizabeth Jones, Monthly Beacon: Astro, 4.19.2020, p.2

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Hawk Perspective and the Great Awakening

I'm thinking about Elizabeth Kubler-Ross's stages of grief.  After a loss, I know I can expect to experience a range of emotions, but not in a linear way.  I might think I'm done with denial, for example, but find myself back there, unable to comprehend my pervasive sense of loss.

The 5 Stages of Grief & Loss

I'm mourning the loss of our ability to gather --  in classrooms, workplaces, and coffee shops.  I'm mourning the loss of connection that comes from celebrating Easter together, when Judy brings her famous meatballs, Marisa brings a giant salad, Sa stirs brussel sprouts, roasted until even I like them.  Ray entertains us, Bailey rolls her eyes, the adult kids arrive with wine and dessert.  The boys launch projectiles from the balcony. Joey lights candles. Michelle pours me a glass of sparkling Moscato. We reminisce about the ones no longer with us (irreverently).  Steve loads the dishwasher despite my protests.

I know we'll do all these things again.  I'll give my daughters big hugs.  I'll grocery shop without low-grade anxiety.  I'll place my hands on a client's heart chakra and channel pure love without worrying if I feel a cough coming on.

But right now?

I find myself in the anger stage of grief.  Between bouts of exasperation (I can no longer watch White House press updates), depression waits on the doorstep of my awareness.  I don't usually entertain depression, but sometimes I think if I'm not depressed, there's something wrong.  Deep sadness is warranted now, as daily death tolls rise alarmingly.

So I allow my troubling emotions.  But I also know that deep shifts are occurring. Something is stirring in the collective psyche that will
tolerate nothing less than the highest levels of integrity, truth, and honesty which will clear the way for new paradigms....*
This is the spiritual message of an astrological event that occurred over the weekend, the Jupiter-Pluto conjunction.
Pluto's immense power is felt in world events  and in the great tides of history.  It influences masses of humanity, enormous groups of people, and large organizations....  The planet governs the beginnings and ends of cycles of life....  Pluto clears ground for the future.  The force of Pluto is felt as an undercurrent of turbulence and uncontrolled energy.

Expansive Jupiter rules over knowledge, higher learning, breadth of vision, and honesty.  The knowledge that Jupiter imparts is on a philosophical level....**
Maybe Jupiter's influence helps me remember that I am not my anger or anxiety -- I am the one who has the ability to watch myself experiencing my troubling emotions.  I'm feeling them, but also raising my awareness to hawk perspective -- soaring above ever-shifting states of mind to a level of consciousness  that's steady, free, eternal.

Where I can  breathe again.

The Hawk | Oracle cards, Animal spirit guides, Cards

Eckhard Tolle explains it best:

The beginning of freedom is the realization that you are not...the thinker. Knowing this enables you to observe your [thoughts]. The moment you start watching the thinker, a higher level of consciousness becomes activated. You then begin to realize that there is a vast realm of intelligence beyond thought, that thought is only a tiny aspect of that intelligence. ***

Without this capacity -- this higher-self perspective -- I risk being swept into a maelstrom of emotions that threaten to pull me under.

I use my spiritual sight, my hawk perspective, to slip into the realms of knowing beyond my thoughts.

Boat Dock Wallpapers - Top Free Boat Dock Backgrounds ...

Ascending to hawk perspective helps me comprehend the pandemic in the context of the great awakening that has been foretold for these times we live in.

The Maya prophesied that we, together with the precession of the equinoxes, would come full circle.  The hugely significant galactic synchronization of 2012 is the context of the  spiritual and cultural renewal that will enable us to solve our ecological problems and usher in a new...age.  

The Precession of the Equinoxes Explained with Graham Hancock ...

The dominant message emerging from the Mayan prophecies...is that we are the prophecy, and that whatever happens in the future is dependent on the choices we make.****

I can only comprehend this evolutionary big picture from hawk perspective.

When I get lost cycling through my sometimes-erratic thoughts and feelings, elevated awareness brings steadiness.

Oracle 33 Card Deck - Empowering the Teenage Soul by Shana Lee ...

So when scary news reports and reality-TV press conferences become too much, I pull on my metaphorical wings.  I survey my surroundings like the hawk presiding over the pond from the highest bare branch.  Longing for spaciousness, I launch myself into the open sky, gathering momentum  until I'm spiraling ever upward, gliding above the fray.

Unfettered from my anxious mind, I surrender to spaciousness as open as the sky.

A lost ancient civilization with advanced knowledge of  great  cosmological epochs looked to us  as the bringers of light to new age of enlightenment. 

Adopting their galactic vantage point, I comprehend the pandemic as an event that will prompt ways of being that are more strictly in alignment with Who We Really Are.

Mayan Mural

Visionaries have a way of soaring aloft to perceive an ideal.  Bringing vision into reality is the very  heart of creativity.

If we are the ones we've been waiting for, there's not a minute to lose.


Jones, Elizabeth, Monthly Beacon, 3.20.2020, p.2

Joanna Martine Woolfolk, The Only Astrology Book You'll Ever Need, p. 283 (Pluto) and  p. 258

Tolle,  Ekhart,The Power of Now,  p. 14

Benedict, Gerald, The Mayan Prophecies for 2012, p. 188

Saturday, March 28, 2020

The Metaphysics of Coronavirus: An Energy Diagnosis

In energy medicine, it's understood that physical illnesses often originate at energetic levels of being.

A heart attack, to take a fairly obvious example, needs to be treated physically, in the emergency room, but it also may require healing at deeper levels.  Emotional pressure may need to be resolved.  The person experiencing a heart attack may have beliefs about work and/or identity that are asking for revision.  Energy healing addresses dis-ease at physical, emotional, mental and spiritual levels.

So to understand the the pandemic sweeping across the globe from an energetic perspective, I looked up some of the related psycho-spiritual aspects (as they're called), starting with the immune system. What I found left me breathless in it's accuracy.

Carolyn Myss, Ph. D. and medical intuitive, published Anatomy of the Spirit:  The Seven Stages of Power and Healing in 1996.  It's a seminal text for students of energy medicine.  What she wrote then is spot-on today.

By way of background, our immune systems are governed by the health of our root chakras.  My root chakra connects me to my family of origin and the values of the community I was raised in.

Growing up as the oldest of six kids in upstate NY, attending Our Lady of Lourdes with my siblings, and being watched over by my friends' parents as we ran around the neighborhood, I soaked up the shared beliefs of my tribe. I was shaped by my mother, a nurse, and my father, a grave digger.  My grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins visited regularly when we were kids and my Grampa Deck was a fixture on Saturday mornings (donuts in hand) because both my parents worked.

Myss reminds me the immune system is energetically connected to these tribal roots and to tribal power.  Tribal power is the sense of safety, security and empowerment we feel as part of a healthy community. In such a tribe we feel like valued members of a valuable whole.

For example, I felt a deep sense of  tribal power at my father's retirement party years ago.  For the occasion we invited family, friends, and colleagues.  Dad's nickname was Digger because he worked for the Diocese of Syracuse as Superintendent of Calvary Cemetery (located in our back yard).  So his colleagues were the guys that cut the grass and dug the graves, some of whom loved him like a father.  They were also funeral directors who had inherited their livelihoods from their fathers.

(It should be noted that funeral directors have a distinct sense of humor.  For my father's retirement party, they dragged a giant spray of flowers to the podium.  Fresh from some soul's grave.)

My dad was also a basketball official.  He and his brother, my Uncle Bill, worked many games together in the regular season and they were busy for tournament playoffs because they were very good refs.  So those guys were there too, along with his golf buddies, and grown men he had coached in Little League.

There was much laughter and admiration.  I talked about being raised by my mother (who ran the house) and my father -- a quiet guy with a great sense of humor and a perfectly-timed side-eye.  I recall invoking Dan Fogelberg's Leader of the Band:

His gentle way of sculpting souls took me years to understand

I said that my father was my hero, the kind of person I wanted our children to grow up to be like.  Thoughtful, hard-working, steady.  On his knees every night at bedtime.  An annual tradition of shopping on Christmas Eve with his buddy Brownie Brown.  Buy a gift, have a beer ....

My brother Mike's wife, Kelly, recalls the first Christmas she came to our house as a teenager dating Mike.  Dad was reading The Night before Christmas to kids lined up on the couch.  It was as traditional as the re-purposed peanut butter jars filled with home-made cookies lined up on the hutch.  Mom gave them to the postman, the funeral directors, and the kids in the neighborhood whose mothers didn't bake cookies.

Everyone present at dad's retirement was part of the tribal culture I grew up in.  I don't want to sugar-coat it -- there was also an underbelly, as there is in all systems.  Divorce. Alcoholism.  Certain injustices when it came to school discipline that broke my father's heart.  And loss.

We lost dad's father, my Grampa Deck, when he was only 63. I couldn't imagine how my dad would get through the eulogy, quiet as he is.  But his voice was strong.  My aching heart was swollen with tribal pride as my father's voice rang out across the pews of mourners.

I share all these memories to define tribal power.  I'm blessed with a strong foundation, a sense of myself as part of an imperfect but loving tribe.  Because of it, our family immunity to external threats is pretty high.

Myss writes, Symbolically, the immune system does for the physical body exactly what tribal power does for the group: it protects the entire body from potentially damaging external influences....  Difficult tribal challenges cause us to lose power primarily from our first chakra, making us susceptible to immune related diseases.*

This strikes me as frighteningly accurate today.

Symbolically, our collective immune system is failing to protect us from damaging influences...  Difficult tribal challenges -- like our current presidency --  are causing us to lose power from our collective first chakra.  As a nation, we're losing our ground, our foundation, our sense of safety, security and trust.

We're vulnerable to Covid-19 because our collective immunity -- our resilience, strength and power -- is severely compromised.

Viral and other epidemics are ... a reflection of ... current social issues of the cultural tribe and the health of the tribe's immune system.  

Sound far-fetched?

 I know.  When I was new to energy dynamics I was skeptical too.

Myss offers an illuminating example of how the zeitgeist affects our collective health.  She cites the stock market crash of 1929 that plunged the  nation into the Great Depression:  Journalists and politicians, business executives and workers, men and women all described themselves as having been crippled by the economic disaster.

Soon afterward, in the early 1930's, the polio epidemic proliferated -- symbolically representing the crippled spirit of the nation.  Those who felt most economically crippled, either by actual experience or by the fear of it, were energetically most susceptible to the polio virus....  It took a tribal event, an experience of physical strength, World War II, to heal the American spirit.  A sense of  heroism, tribal unity and an increase in jobs restored the pride, power and honor of our country.

The same may be said about the HIV-AIDS virus in the '80's that infected dis-enfranchised members of society.

In the same way, the current  pandemic symbolically represents a weakness in our usually robust American resilience. A viral infection energetically represents joy being sapped from our lives.  It leaves us bitter and angry...

...because our tribal power is eroding before our very eyes.

We are losing the kind of familial pride that I felt when my dad retired.

This begs the question(s):  What exactly is wearing us down, making us vulnerable to a deadly virus? What's lowering our immunity -- our ability to withstand external toxins?  What's undermining our collective resilience?

I argue it's the Trump presidency.

When I look at the life issues associated with the root chakra that governs our immune health, it becomes clear that they are indeed compromised in today's cultural climate.  Our right to be grounded, nourished, healthy, prosperous, part of a safe home and trusted family,  and to set  appropriate boundaries  -- all root chakra issues -- are severely shaken.

First Chakra Issue: Our Ground, Our Foundation

When I watch the evening news and the press conferences updating us on Covid-19, with reports of critical shortages, I see my country faltering.  I see governors begging for help.  I see young people ignoring pleas to stay at home, endangering their elders.  I see alarmed nurses and doctors beseeching the powers that be for PPE.

America is losing her ground.

Myss puts it this way:  The cultural energy of our own country is being depleted by the need that some have to feel empowered at the expense of others deemed less valuable.  Challenges to our biological immunity will follow accordingly.

A strong sense of tribal power is restored when we re-activate the values our democracy is founded on:  life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all.

First Chakra Issue:  Nourishment

I respect the expertise the president has gathered to guide the nation, but they seem to be under directives to kiss the president's ass.  (Rectum, first chakra.)

Trump, the epitome of a run-away ego, has a hard time relinquishing the mic.  He expects us to swallow his incoherent rambling, absent substantive content, just because it's coming out of his mouth.  Alarmingly many do believe him (another threat to our collective immunity).

We are bereft, starving for accurate information and moral leadership.

We are also famished by our religious institutions, plagued by tragic sexual abuse, and social structures in which large swaths of the human family are denied  their fundamental right to exist by systemic racism, sexism, and xenophobia.  This whole notion that there's an us and a them.

If there's one thing the coronavirus is teaching us, it's the spiritual truth that All are One.

A strong sense of tribal power is restored when humanity is nourished, not depleted, by leaders who set the tone for tribal members.

Spiritual nourishment is restored to each of us when we access the indwelling divine.  Practices and communities that encourage direct revelation of the divine fill our need for spiritual sustenance.

First Chakra Issue:  Overall Health

The health of the nation is under siege by the virus itself.  The administration is scrambling now, but why weren't warnings heeded and preparations underway to stave off  infection months ago? Now President Trump is desperately  attempting to boost national morale with drugs that he has a good feeling about. Sorry, Mr. President, we need more than your gut feeling.

The shocking lack of preparedness is affecting us physically.  People are dying. Mentally we're anxious about our basic safety, our loved ones, and our ability to earn a living.  Socially we're isolated, adjusting to living with the unknown.  Its disconcerting to say the least.

Tribal power is restored when we assure health care for all.  Fear and anxiety (understandable and appropriate emotions in these circumstances) ask us to act, so we must mobilize whatever resources and services we can offer to support ourselves and those in need at this crucial time.

First Chakra Issue:  Prosperity

The Dow and other financial indices measure the prosperity of our nation.  Recent roller-coaster fluctuations underscore the reality that tribal confidence is shaken.  There is no steady hand guiding our nation.

Collective immunity falters when our president is more concerned about economic health than human health.

Tribal power is restored when we know that every man, woman, and child on the planet prospers.

Tribal wealth can also be measured by a new-paradigm economy based on humanitarian values.

First Chakra Issue:  Home, Family, Trust

Our precious planetary home is in peril.  Refusal to acknowledge and act swiftly upon climate change science terrifies us.

Our national identity is undermined by a leadership model in which deception, ego-centrism, an appalling absence of empathy, and colossal arrogance are worshiped in  free-wheeling rallies that incite rancor between us.

The collective trust has been betrayed.

Tribal power is restored when we unite for causes that transcend our differences, like saving Mother Earth.

First Chakra Issue:  Appropriate Boundaries

We have the right to our personal space.  When it is encroached upon, we have the right to ask that our boundaries be respected.  Read:  Keep your social distance, please.

When our boundaries are violently invaded, trauma ensues.  Personally and collectively it's devastating.  We experienced this on 9/11.

As humans we have standards of decency -- commonly agreed-upon ways of being that are respectful of ourselves, each other, and the planet.  When these are violated our immunity suffers; we become vulnerable to invasion by affronts from without.

To restore tribal power appropriate boundaries must be respected.  Cozying up to brutal dictators?  No.  It's beyond the pale -- outside the bounds of acceptable behavior.

Some may say that I have not respected our president -- that my views are out-of-bounds.

While I don't respect his actions, I do respect his dignity as a human being.  I express my views in a spirit of service, offering insight into the energies that inform reality. These are often lost  in the chaos of unrelenting distraction from Truth.  I have been gifted with symbolic sight  and what I'm seeing now is virulent, infectious -- and threatens the collective soul.

I'm called to offer my perceptions as a channel and a voice for healing.  My boundaries have been crossed by the very offences I'm calling out. It's imperative to challenge the toxic tribal power infecting the collective psyche.

How can we shore up our root chakras individually?

Maintaining the health of our individual first chakras depends on addressing our personal tribal issues -- our family of origin wounding.

This is often where the deepest pain resides in my clients.  We often start the healing process by addressing core-level offences to the client's  essential nature.  Having those offences confirmed as wrong and having her essence seen -- perhaps for the first time in her life -- bring enormous relief.

Myss concludes with this important message:

The tribal beliefs we inherit are a combination of truth and fiction.  Many of them, such as Murder is forbidden, hold eternal value.  Others that lack that quality of eternal truth...are in violation of the sacred truth All is One.  The process of spiritual development challenges us to retain the tribal influences that are positive and to discard those that are not.  

It's time to discard the tribal influences that are bringing down our nation.

Our spiritual power grows when we are able to see...a deeper level of truth.  Each time we shift toward symbolic awareness, we positively influence our energy and biological systems.  We also contribute positive energy to the collective body of life -- the global tribe.  

The energy generated on the occasion of my father's retirement made me proud to be a Deck. My heart brimmed with love for my family.

That evening was a gathering of the tribe, in much the same way weddings are, to celebrate a milestone with the people who are most important to us.

In such a tribe we feel like valued members of a valuable whole.

Too many of us don't feel that way in Trump's America.  The whole is decisively fractured.  Division is deliberately stoked.  Americans are weary to death of the inflamed rhetoric of an ignorant and spiritually bereft man who believes himself to be an expert on everything.

We must re-commit to the compassionate work of healing ourselves, each other, our beloved nation, and the whole of humanity.

We must restore the trust of the tribe in the tribe.

Only then is our immunity restored.

Only then is our tribal power reclaimed.

Only then is our joy recovered.

The soul of our nation depends on it.

Leader of the Band by Dan Fogelberg

An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work 
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
His blood runs through my instrument and his song is in  my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different for they heard another call
One went  to Chicago and the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and learned to love so well

I thank you for your music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I've said I love you near enough

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
His blood runs through my instrument and his song is in  my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

* Myss, Carolyn, Anatomy of the Spirit:  The Seven Stages of Power and Healing, New York:  Three Rivers Press, 1996.  I have placed all quotations from this book in italics (due to a glitch on my blog that will not produce correct "quotation marks.")

All these violations threaten our first chakra right to exist with safety and dignity.

We are weary to death of it.  Worn out by a form of tribal power that is gutting the soul of America.  It's no wonder our collective immunity is compromised.

Let's look at the emotional compo

Louise's Hay's powerful little book Heal Your Body:  The Mental Causes for Physical Illness and the Metaphysical Way to Overcome Them lists lack of joy flowing through life  and bitterness as the probable causes of a viral infection.

When I was learning how emotions, attitudes and beliefs influence the physical body, I was skeptical.  If I'm bitter I'm going to come down with a virus?

Obviously, it's not quite that simple.

Yet these correlates have proven to be accurate -- active on some level of the psyche of my clients (and myself) -- as I've learned time and time again in my practice.  They are surprisingly and reliable accurate.

The new thought pattern Hay recommends to address a viral infection is:   I lovingly allow joy to flow freely in my life.  I love me.

Self-love is an antidote.  I'm constantly encouraging my clients to give it a try, despite inherited tribal conditioning that failed to teach us who we really are.  Beings of strength, power and beauty with divinity inside us.

Imagine if we were taught that we are beings of strength, beauty, and power. With divinity inside us.  If that belief was ingrained in all  of us?  And shared by our tribe about us?  We'd be a lot less vulnerable to every external influence out there threatening our overall well being.

Infection:  Irritation, anger, annoyance.  You bet I'm annoyed!  A nurse on the Today show said it best this morning.  How are they feeling?  Nurses on the front lines?


Justifiably so.