**The Atlantean Legacy*

2012-02-05T19:02:00.003-05:00

Please enjoy another sample from the sequel to The Atlantean Legacy.(Working title: The Atlantean Chronicles: Book II which I am now in the process of writing!)

“Good morning, Lady,” she said tentatively to Tameri, awed by her good fortune that she, Sheriti, was to care for the beautiful divine being who lay sleeping before her.
Tameri shifted and turned over. Opening one eye she could see the eager young woman waiting for her response.
“Good morning, Sheriti,” she managed to pull herself up to sitting.
“My apologies, Lady, but I was instructed by Lord Kahotep to awaken you and inform you that they will be meeting soon. He will be at your door in just a little while to take you there. I have a bath drawn for you and clothing that you might find appropriate for the meeting.”
“Thank you, Sheriti,” she said and threw her feet over the side of the sumptuous bed. She had to admit that it was comfortable and quite beautiful; the bed itself was decorated with intricately carved panels of plants and animals. Overhead there was a canopy and gauzy curtains that could be pulled down as a protection from insects while she slept.
She stood up and Sheriti hesitantly helped her with her robe. “Lead me to the water,” Tameri said amused at her servant’s sense of reverence towards her.
While in the bath, Tameri peppered her with questions.
“How did you get picked to take care of me, Sheriti?”
“Oh, Divine One, it was a great honor to be chosen! There were many that they looked at. I don’t know why they picked me, but they said that I was the one they wanted to work with you. And I am so blessed, blessed to be here with you! They told us of your beauty and charm and they did not lie! May the Goddess shine her Light on you forever! Blessed be your name, you are so great…”
“Who are the ‘they’ you talk about?” Tameri broke into her solicitations.
“They, they are the Great Ones, the ones who told us of your coming.”
“The Great Ones, yes, of course. Will I be meeting the Great Ones today, do you think?” she said as her servant helped her out of the sunken marble tub.
“Oh, no, they have gone back to the mountains; they do not want to interfere with your work today.”
“Hmmm…will I be meeting them soon?” Tameri asked. She was seeing now that perhaps Sheriti’s keen sense of observation might turn out to be quite useful. Maybe this was why the Great Ones had picked this woman for her, this diamond in the rough.
“Most likely at the great feast that has been planned to celebrate the arrival of the Gods.”
Tameri examined the clothing that Sheriti had laid out for her, a lovely white gown, similar to the temple garb she was used to plus an elaborate headdress.
“Do they expect me to wear this?” she said, fingering the jewels and precious metals on the headpiece. “It’s much too heavy and much too fancy for the business that needs to be done today.”
“Oh! Lady, I am so sorry!” Her eyes filled with fear. “I thought because it’s what the ladies of means wear here that you would want such a piece for yourself. I have displeased you! Forgive me, O Lady…” she flinched, preparing for a blow.
“I’m not going to hit you, Dear One! Please, come here.” Sheriti cautiously moved towards her.
“Give me your hand.”
Obediently, she thrust her hand forward. Tameri took it in both of hers.
“Look at me.” The young woman did so, feeling the soothing healing contact of the priestess before her. She immediately relaxed.
“I will never hit you, Sheriti, ever! This is my promise to you. You are my helper and I am grateful to you.”
Sheriti fell prostrate on the floor before her. “Great Lady, thank you for your kindness. I will be forever in your debt.”
Pulling the girl up to standing, Tameri, gave her a hug then kissed her on the top of her head. “You are such a dear. Now we need to get moving I suspect, if I am to be ready when Kahotep arrives.”
Sheriti’s grin spread wide across her face. A light that had been out for many years was rekindling in her eyes. Happily she helped her new mistress finish getting ready, her love and fierce undying loyalty for her Lady already firmly solidified.

2012-01-06T18:26:00.000-05:00

Excerpt from The Atlantean Legacy:

“My child, all of this is predestined.” Akana heard the Voice and knew it was Her: the Lady, the Great Goddess. She rose up to look at the goddess image before her.
“All is being played out in ultimate perfection. You are but a small piece in a tapestry of interrelated threads. Her death, as well as the upcoming destruction of Atlantis, is a necessary part of the next step in the evolution of your people. Through their own need for dominion, they have brought their demise on themselves. Their refusal to look at their own destructiveness has attracted the darkness. This is a much needed lesson. So... you must let your guilt go.” The Goddess’ Voice was kindness incarnate. “To hold onto it is to give power to your ego and its need to be separate. Your lesson and that of all the Atlanteans is to learn to trust in the goodness of the Universe—in My Goodness.”
A comforting velvet silence enveloped Akana. She felt more than heard the words that came to her, “Daughter—be healed!” Immediately, Her Energy and Her Love spilled over Akana and enfolded her, soaked into her cells, filling them to overflowing, healing and erasing her grief and her guilt.
“Blessed be the Goddess! Blessed be Your Name!” Akana cried out gratefully, feeling peace for the first time in many days. Then she collapsed on the floor and fell into a soothing deep sleep.
The next morning, Eva found her still there in her meditation room on the cold ceramic tiles of the floor. She lay unmoving, as if she were dead.
“Akana!” Eva frantically shook her sister. “Wake up! Oh, Akana, not you, too!”
Akana stirred and Eva released the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
“Eva... oh... uh, I must have fallen asleep,” Akana explained groggily.
“Oh, thank the Goddess! I didn’t think you were going to wake up. What happened? Were you here all night?” Eva asked.
“Uhhhhh…” Akana sighed as she focused. Stiffly, she sat up. Then she remembered. “Ohhh... Eva,” she said in amazement. “In the middle of the night I heard a voice so I got up and came in here. It was the Goddess! And... and... She healed me!”
Akana pulled herself up to a standing position, still feeling a bit unsteady. Eva grabbed her as she swayed. “Thank you. I was just a bit dizzy for a moment. I’m better now. Please don’t worry, Eva. I’m fine. Especially now that I know She is with me, at my side.”

2011-11-07T09:43:00.003-05:00

Please enjoy this sample from the sequel to The Atlantean Legacy.(Working title: The Atlantean Chronicles: Book II which I am now in the process of writing!)

PROLOGUE

Shamisé leaned heavily on the door jam. Her red-rimmed eyes glistened with tears. An older woman, standing inside the door, stared tight-lipped at the disheveled younger female.
“You! You come seeking my counsel--after all these years? Why would I let you into my home after all the pain you’ve inflicted on me, on our family?”
Shamisé slid down to her knees, leaning back on her heels. “Tameri, I know I don’t deserve your help--or your forgiveness.” Hands in supplication, head bowed, she begged, “I have nowhere else to turn. I want to make amends; may I begin with you…please?”
Waiting for a response, she wondered to herself, “Will Tameri ever be able to forgive me, this woman I so callously hurt, this woman I once called Mother?” She flinched remembering how without so much as a backward glance she had cut all family ties with the sharpened edges of her anger and flew into the arms of the Dark One. But she must not forget, she was Shamisé, daughter of the High Priest and Priestess, and, although it was hard to recognize now, she was also the reincarnation of Akana. Perhaps this alone would be enough to gain a foothold in Tameri’s life again. Perhaps she would let her back in.
Tameri considered the figure before her on her doorstep. “Shamisé, look at me.” She lifted her head up at Tameri’s angry face. “I am still your mother. I grew you in my body for nine moons; nothing will ever change that. I loved you deeply as a child. Because of this tie, this duty I take very seriously, I will help you. But if you show any sign, any inkling at all of insincerity in your desire to make amends and heal, I will banish you from my life forever! This is the only chance I will give you. Is this understood?”
With a meek sniffle, Shamisé shook her head.
“You have no idea the damage you have wreaked upon me, your father, your Aunt Eva, and her daughter, your cousin, Alicae, but this is what I am willing to do. You will sit and you will listen to me. There is much you need to know, much you need to understand. You may not leave until I am through and I have said you may go. I will be in total control here. Can you agree to this?”
“Yes,” the bleary-eyed woman nodded.
Satisfied for the moment, Tameri motioned for Shamisé to stand up and come inside. She pointed to a chair for her visitor to take as she closed the door behind her. She brushed her long skirt and sat down. A servant quietly slipped in and asked if she needed anything.
“Yes, thank you, Sheriti; bring us some tea and a little food. I think we may be here for quite some time…” Eyeing Shamisé suspiciously, Sheriti bowed and left the room to fetch sustenance for the women.
Tameri stared hard at her visitor. “I want you to know the real story of your parents’ lives and all we have had to do in our transition to this country. And I want—I need to understand just who you are and why you did what you did. Then perhaps I can forgive you. But you must first forgive yourself, Shamisé, if you can. Look now here into this crystal bowl of water.” The blessed and sparkling holy water sat on a low table between the two women. “Watch and you will see this story play out before you as I tell you the tale.”
Shamisé did as she was told. Her mother began singing an old chant that she had known from the island that she had sung often to her as a young child.
Moving now, we sing.
We go.
Moving now, we sing.
Moving now, we sing, we go.
Moving now we go.

Her beautiful full voice was mesmerizing, capturing her daughter’s thoughts, refusing to release them.

Building up, we sing.
We go.
Building up, we sing.
Building up, we sing, we go.
Building up, we go.

The music danced around Shamisé’s brain; she swayed as visions formed in the water.
Lifting up, we sing.
We go.
Lifting up, we sing.
Lifting up, we sing, we go.
Lifting up, we go.
Tameri’s words swirled through her daughter’s mind.
Releasing now, we sing.
We go.
Releasing now, we sing.
Releasing now, we sing, we go.
Releasing now, we GO!”

The mother’s voice had become the daughter’s voice; the story, their story, intertwined, playing out before them…

2011-09-27T16:09:00.000-04:00

Excerpt from Chapter One of The Atlantean Legacy

Taking a deep breath, she ventured inside the Temple. The Grand Foyer was a huge room, richly decorated, with a vaulted ceiling, tall columns, and immense stained-glass windows. Faceted colored crystals the size of a baby’s head were inset into each of the columns. The stained-glass windows were designed to allow sunlight and moonlight to strike the crystals at different angles during the day and throughout the night. Generating a particular hue all through the room at a specific time each day, each color of the spectrum carried within it an identifiable vibration. The early light of morning awakened a vibrant red tone that corresponded with the grounding aspects of the first chakra. Eventually all the colors of the rainbow passed through the Grand Foyer during the day, ending with a radiant violet that not only resonated with the seventh chakra but also with the oncoming night sky. And in the evenings, the light of the stars and the moon would shine through the crystals creating a silvery lavender hue that glowed throughout the vestibule.
In the back part of the Grand Foyer an imposing double-arched marble doorway surrounding an ornately carved set of shining brass doors, opened into the Great Hall. No one was around so she walked over and tried the doors. They were locked. She noticed that the Great Hall was centered between two corridors that projected out on either side of the foyer. Since there were no locked doors keeping her out of the hallways, she wandered down the left corridor as far as she thought was acceptable.
As Akana sauntered down the passageway, it dawned on her that she was in the world-famous Infirmary about which she had heard stories since her childhood. She passed a series of rooms, each equipped with crystals of all kinds and what looked like some kind of healing equipment. Although she wanted to explore the Infirmary in detail, she decided it would be prudent not to go any further until she got permission. Hopefully, she would have the chance to return later and look more closely.
She didn’t see anyone in the foyer yet, so she traipsed over to look at the other hallway on the right of the Great Hall. It held the Temple Sanctuary and several smaller private sanctuaries and meeting rooms. The Temple Sanctuary was open, so she peeked in the door. The walls, of a yellow cream hue, captured the dazzling light as it blazed through the ceiling-to-floor windows lining the front of the room. Overhead, the clear glass ceiling grandly displayed the glorious blue skies of Atlantis. The floor of the room was made of a colorful mosaic tile. A beautiful wool runner graced its middle, stretching from the door in the back to a small platform that looked like a type of stage extending across the front of the room.
She felt as if she were invading a sacred space so she hurriedly tiptoed out of the room and went back to the reception area in the Grand Foyer. She sat down on a bench and soaked in the rays of the orange mid-morning hues that shone directly on her body, producing a calming yet euphoric sense of well-being.

2011-09-08T14:10:00.007-04:00

During these times, the bombardment of frenetic vibrations has interjected itself upon Planet Earth, shifting our daily lives, our energetic balance. As this becomes more pronounced, much information has been clarifying itself in my mind. I have become aware through several sources, especial Tom Kenyon, that Gratitude itself beyond appreciation or being thankful for something specific, is a high vibrating energy field.

I have realized recently that the way to make it through these energy shifts is to train our neuropathways to be directly connected to that higher vibrating field of Gratitude. When the chaotic, hysterical energy hits the planet, and you pick up the insanity, you can immediately put yourself in that energy field, which for me feels soft and protective, like a fuzzy blanket, but also with tinges of happy surprises, wonderful vacations, and magical rainbows.

Tom Kenyon suggests that for several times a day, you hold the feeling of gratitude in your heart. You can enter into this energy field by thinking about something you are grateful for; feel that emotion of gratefulness; from there expand the feeling. Eventually you can let go of any reason for the gratitude; just be in it; bask in it for two minutes. Do this several times per day. This will build that neuropathway to the higher vibration.

Learn the difference between these vibrations. Discern that the negativity is not YOU; it is a vibration that is prevalent on the planet. You can CHOOSE to change to a higher frequency. Once you do, you are in a bubble of safety; this energy attracts only those energies that vibrate at that rate or higher, such as love, peace, and joy. This is what it means to practice gratitude. It's easy; it’s simple; and it works!

Note: Choosing is key here. The energy of victimhood is powerfully addictive. You must be willing to give that up. Once you do, you walk into your own power, which is heart-based, not controlling or ego based, and allows for each soul to be on his or her own path. This may not look like yours or follow your choices. You need to be able to let them go; let go of the need to "help" or control anyone or the outcome of their action. At this stage in the game, we may lose friends who vibrate in a different frequency that does not harmonize with your own. This is a natural process, to be expected. If you try and hold on, it brings your energy back down.

2011-08-10T11:14:00.005-04:00

Fun and unexpected things keep happening in regards to my book.

Here's a link to a book review of The Atlantean Legacy on
Nights and Weekends.com

http://www.nightsandweekends.com/articles/11/NW1100305.php

I am also featured on the E-author Spotlight for August.
http://www.nightsandweekends.com/articles/11/NW1100292.php

Spirit is sending this book right along! What a fun ride!

2011-07-18T16:08:00.012-04:00

Allowing and Accepting

It's been such an interesting time for me, well for everyone, but here's my particular corner on "interesting"...

My mother is transitioning to a nursing home. This has been difficult for all of us--my mother, my siblings, and me; but despite the emotional challenge, all has worked out in perfect timing.

Last Friday, I came up to visit her at her assisted living apartment. Knocking lightly, I let myself into her room. I was taken aback; she seemed very confused and weak. I was sure she had had a stroke. Long story short, I took her to the hospital. It was an exhausting day in a lot of ways but a blessing, too, to have so much time with her, especially since I live out of town.

When I finally got her settled into her hospital room and was able to safely leave to make the trip home, I got caught in a traffic jam on the interstate. As I sat there I thought, "OK, now, I'm tired and emotionally drained. I could really get upset here or I can just trust." And that's what I decided to do--trust. I sent prayers to my angels and my helper guides, asking that this would be only a small delay. Then I settled in for a wait.

I was facing west. Unexpectedly I was blessed with the most gorgeous sunset! The display was set against a summer blue sky dotted with delicate clouds, occasionally broken up by the sillouette of a graceful tree. Since the traffic was crawling ever so slowly, I got out my camera and took photos. You can see one of my pictures above. Bottomline, I actually enjoyed myself!

By the time the traffic made it's way past the bottleneck, about 6 miles later, I was totally at peace. As I exited onto a highway going south, I looked to my left and there was the most spectacular full moon rising on the horizon. It was big and orange and was following me!I laughed with delight! And in case I hadn't gotten the message, Train's song "Calling All Angels" came on the radio! Magic was afoot that day and still is...

In the meantime my mother has finally gotten a correct diagnosis and is being taken care of! I am so thankful for her excellent care and I am in awe of what took place that day--circumstances that came together with impeccable timing to create a most precious Gift. I was glad I was cognizant enough to be able to accept it!

I look forward to this kind of thing, the allowing and accepting of the many blessings and miracles of the Universe, to being an everyday event, rather than the exception to the rule. It is happening more often now in my daily life. I know for me this is the way of least discomfort and a lot more joy--allowing and accepting the Gifts that come our way. We are all Children of God/dess and this is everyone's heritage!

Blessings to you all! ~Paula

2011-07-13T22:12:00.002-04:00

It's been a while since I've posted a blog. Time seems to be speeding up, as we've all heard, and from what I can tell from reading about Einstein's theories, this is an actual reality. I have had so much to do recently as everything intensifies, fitting my activities within the confines of ever shrinking time, that I have had to let some things go; for instance, this blog.
But NOW my book is in PRINT, and somehow, holding a tangible physical book in my hand vs. an ebook, makes this reality more concrete. So I thought it might be prudent to say a few words about this, like...
I am just so freakin' thrilled, I can hardly believe it!!!!! (Shriek!) It's come together one step at a time and it's out there. I wrote it! I followed the signs and directions I was given by Spirit and voila--a book has been born. Like a physical child being conceived, I can barely understand the magic of how it all happened. I know I wanted it; I prayed for it; I conceived the idea (or rather it was conceived through me--I was the conduit/channel for the information in the book); then I gestated it in my literary womb, studying, learning, pulling together how to birth this baby/child of the Universe. Thankfully it was a relatively painless birth. Each step took action and belief in what I was doing, but each step was given to me. I had the choice to take it or leave it. I took it with gusto and great pleasure! And now she's here!

What an incredible experiment in the goodness of the Universe! I birthed a book! My baby is out there in the world, taking on a life of her own. I must let go of my fears for her of the judgments of others. How will she make her way? Will she reach her full potential? All I can do now is place helpful supports where I can and continue to "allow.". But ultimately she is her own being. I bless her and release her to the world! Please treat her well and enjoy what she has to impart. In gratitude~~Paula

2011-04-05T12:43:00.001-04:00

For everyone, the past few weeks have been full of joys and challenges. My family had the fabulous opportunity to go to Spain to visit our son who is there studying for the semester. As we were taking off in the plane on March 11, unknown to us, Japan was being hit by the earthquake and tsunami. When we made it to our hotel room the next day and checked out the European CNN we discovered that Japan and the whole world was in turmoil. We watched throughout the week, in between visiting the sights in Madrid, as the horror played out (is still playing out); but we were cushioned there, in a new and fascinating reality, isolated in a way, from the world's angst as we experienced the beautiful Spanish culture and language. It was a strange juxtaposition, the beauty of our experience next to the fear and pain taking place in Japan and across the planet. I checked my Twitter account, watched Tweets spreading the fear of radiation poisoning, causing iodine supplements to disappear off the shelves of stores in California.
Even though we were isolated on our holiday, we were not unaffected. We had concerns for our daughter, who is getting a Masters degree in Japanese, has connections in that country, and is supposed to go to Japan this summer for her studies. (This is still not settled, although for now it looks like it won't happen.) I truly feel we were in a bubble of grace as this drama happened in the world, dulling the intensity of the pain and fear that cut like a knife for many being affected. My daughter said when we first heard of it, that, although she would never wish this on her dear Japan, the Japanese government was the best prepared of any government by far to handle this type of a catastrophe. This has since been collaborated by scientific experts. We know the crisis is not over, however; perhaps this is the beginning of the worst of coming events. Perhaps not. I am not attached to whether it is or not. I work diligently to stay conscious and side-step the addictive psychic hooks of Fear Porn that forever circulates, especially during these times. I feel continually wrapped in that bubble of grace, loved and protected by the Universe. I am blessed as I sit and watch the upheavals of the planet and the theatrics of world politics play out before us. For within that horror is also the beauty of life and Spring and new Beginnings and Freedom--the Joy of Being!
Many blessings to you all on this fabulously gorgeous spring day!

2011-03-24T13:27:00.000-04:00

Excerpt from The Atlantean Legacy:

Her home, Atlantis, had a population of nearly a hundred thousand people. Outside the city limits, in the contiguous territory, lay fertile farmland whose produce fed the population. From her view above the island, she could see that immediately surrounding the agricultural developments was a large dense forest that thinned out as the elevation increased. The forest changed into hills, which shape-shifted into a primeval mountain range. In the midst of the mountains’ sensuous rounded peaks was an active volcano. Although she couldn’t see it, she had heard that hidden on a ledge on the rim of the volcano was the entrance to a crystal cave where many rare and precious Atlantean crystals were mined.
From the air she could see how the mountain range resembled the body of a woman and understood now why it had been named after the Goddess. It was simply called The Lady. An ancient river, called Mother’s Milk, fed by the snow in the upper elevations of The Lady, snaked around her crests and peaks, eventually making its way to the coast. It was there, at the mouth of the river, where the military camp was located, that her family had lived—until Setep had been killed. On the other side of the mountain range, toward the eastern side of the island where they were heading, lay the Temple of the Great Goddess and the Temple grounds, the place where Akana hoped to be for the rest of her life. Beyond the island were other Atlantean colonies with other Temples, very different from what she knew; some housing only priestesses – the Sister Temples, as they were called – or only priests, the Brother Temples, but for now her world lay here on her precious island and the Temple of the Great Goddess where she was heading.
Akana was entranced by the colors and the patterns created by the geographic changes of the land that lay below. There were many trees but they were often stunted and the ground was generally dry in the arid climate. Gazing over the landscape, she could see the intricate patterns of the vineyards that lay across the hillsides. These vineyards produced prized, succulent grapes, the basis of an industry of fine wines made on the island, that were exported to cities all over the planet. In addition to the grapes, crops of other fruits and vegetables were grown on the hillsides. When rainfall was scarce, as it often was, the crops had to be irrigated. But despite the lack of rain, with the supplementation of individual gardens grown by most inhabitants of Atlantis, there was always an ample amount of food produced to support the population.
Akana’s thoughts began to drift. She reflected on how the sun shone most days on Atlantis and how hot it could get. To escape the heat, everyone would rest in the middle of the day. The nights were cooler so the evenings were full of activity. She envisioned the clear night skies as the darkness overtook the colors of the breathtaking sunsets and endless sparkling stars emerging in the heavens. It never failed to enchant her.
“Atlantis is beautiful, isn’t it?” her driver inquired, interrupting her thoughts.
Akana nodded. Her mind returned to the present as she watched the splendor passing below.
Her chauffeur, a sturdily build older man with a neatly trimmed graying beard, was full of details about the history of her Atlantean home. “Of course, as we all learn before we even enter school, Atlantis was at one time a much larger land mass,” he began. “You can’t see it from here, but to the northeast there are the broken up parts of what used to be the whole continent of Atlantis where thousands of years ago they fought the battles that all our children are taught about in school. If you ever get the chance to fly over that area, you can still see the submerged sections of the continent.” Akana sat forward, intrigued more than she expected to be. Even though she knew her history from her classes in school, her curiosity was piqued by the driver’s version of the story.

2011-03-04T13:38:00.002-05:00

My book is now a NookBook on www.barnesandnobles.com!
Still available at amazon.com and www.synergebooks.com

2011-01-23T20:57:00.000-05:00

The weather this winter, like last year, has been a physical challenge for me. I resist temperature changes and would much prefer the warmth of somewhere south or west or even southwest. It's nasty cold here and the snow has been persistent. Last winter, during the dark of the season, I went spiraling down into a depression. To shake myself up, I took off on a journey to LA to a Marianne Williamson workshop called Sister Giant. And it was powerful, but I didn't use the information and energy I brought back home the way I thought I would. The absorption of the workshop became more of an application towards my personal power, not the external political resurgence I thought I was going to experience. But nevertheless, the results have been good.I do feel that I have stepped more fully into myself, accepting that I have a real presence n this planet. My soul footprint is noticeable.
This January and February, I won't be taking any big trips; it just ain't gonna happen. But this season I can feel the difference in my energy. I'm more hopeful and actually excited about the way my life seems to be arranging itself. In the last year I have published my book and helped birth a musical CD inspired by it. I presently have many marketing irons in the fire and am watching as one by one things line up to promote The Atlantean Legacy. The Universe wants this book out there; I am the vehicle chosen to get the job done. All I need to do is follow the prompts; that's my job. Sometimes it's scary, but I can't NOT follow these signs. If I ignore them, I feel disappointed, as if something is wrong or slightly off. It's not a comfortable feeling. so I watch as I am given these tasks and get stronger and more confident with each experience.
I am accepting more fully now that life is truly a treasure. I feel more able to appreciate its beauty than ever before. I wish the same for all of us here on the planet.
My best to you all in this great year of change, 2011!

2010-12-10T14:13:00.000-05:00

I am so thrilled! The brand new, hot off the cyber press CD, "Musical Inspirations from The Atlantean Legacy" is now available for download at www.cdbaby.com/cd/amycamieandjaniecejaffe.
I am honored to be connected to such talent!
Please check out the link where you can listen to samples of the gorgeous music, toning and ancient channeled language.

2010-09-06T17:43:00.002-04:00

the Atlantean Legacy is now available on Amazon!
http://www.amazon.com/The-Atlantean-Legacy-ebook/

2010-09-06T12:30:00.000-04:00

I want to share with you an interesting experience I had regarding my book. I was feeling highly anxious about it "being out there," being judged, so very concerned about it not being "good enough." I read some of it over yesterday and found a couple of typos. I was appalled! How could they have gotten by me? I worked so hard editing while staring at that computer screen that my eyes bugged out. This discovery of my "failings", of course, increased my anxiety level. Now I would really be shown for the impostor I am. Judging myself while sitting in a reflecting pool of my imperfections was not fun.

When I meditated this morning I was given the information that I needed to "let the book go--release it to the Universe." It's my child, my creation, and I need to let it be out in the world and make its own way, warts and all. The thought came into my head that the imperfections create space where people can let down their fears and allow the book in. I truly believe I was directed to write this metaphysical novel about Atlantis and publish it, so trust is a very important part of the process here.

The public release of The Atlantean Legacy was right on time. I know this because of an article printed in the NYTimes about reincarnation and Brian Weiss, the very same day my book went online. That was my sign that it was indeed perfectly timed. Here is a link to that article
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/29/fashion/29PastLives.html

So this morning I did a meditation to release it from my heart. I let it go...It is separate from me now and has it's own life. I can still market it, but beyond that, the Universe is in control. (Fascinatingly, I felt a little empty nest syndrome hit me as I released it.)

I feel better now, letting it go. Surrendering to what the Universe presents us is the key, in other words, learn to recognize the flow and go with it.

My blessings to you all and may the rain gods bless and flow through my town soon!

2010-08-29T21:07:00.000-04:00

I'm officially a published author! My book, The Atlantean Legacy, went online today at Synergebooks.com
The direct link is http://synergebooks.com/ebook_atlanteanlegacy.html

An article about reincarnation was printed today in the New York Sunday Times. In it they interviewed Dr.Brian Weiss who is the person who regressed me and with whom I trained.
Interesting timing, don't you think?

Just wanted to share my excitement with you all!
Would love feedback!

2010-06-08T10:14:00.004-04:00

Yesterday a friend, Sue, and I went to McCormick's Creek, a beautiful state park near my home. After hiking a bit and wading in the stream, we sat down on some flat rocks on the shore that was just around the bend of the creek, above the falls. This is a very special place for me. It feels so familiar to me, like I have come home. I know I've lived here in another time, in another life.
While I sat there on the rocks, Sue informed me that a dragonfly had landed on my shoulder. I twisted my head around and looked at it for a moment, then I turned back, and sat very still, eyes straight ahead. After a minute or two of sitting on my back, it flew over and checked out Sue. It landed on her shoulder, then flew back over and crawled up on the rock next to me. I watched as it explored the stone surface with its tiny feet, then climbed up on the map of the park laying close by. It was obviously not afraid of me, so I slowly reached my hand out towards it. Ever so carefully it crawled onto my finger then settled onto the back of my hand.
It sat there on my fist for a long time.
We stared into each other's eyes, checking each other out, and I found myself tearing up at the intensity of the energy we exchanged. At one point I told it how beautiful it was and it turned its little head back and forth and around on its neck, like it understood what I had just said!
I can't explain the sensation that filled me up as I sat there, other than it felt like pure love.
After awhile, it must have sensed that Sue and I needed to go because it flew off my hand and into my hair, freeing me up to move. It stayed there as I waded one last time through the rushing stream. And it stayed there as we began our walk back to the parking lot. Eventually it flew ahead of us, just for a short while, like it was directing us back to the car. Finally it landed on a plant off to the side of the path. Realizing that this was as far as it would go with us, and knowing that I would never see my little friend again, I sadly said my goodbyes.
It was all so sweet and magical! I can hardly believe it happened at all! Such a miraculous gift!
Sue took pictures so we would have a record of it, which you can see below.

Many blessings and may your summer be full of magical moments!

2010-04-24T14:26:00.000-04:00

I have just been notified that The Atlantean Legacy will be out in July, 2010, instead of September! Also, as you can see above, the cover to the book has been designed as well. The process of publication is moving along quite well and I am very pleased.
I am blessed by the Universe!

2010-04-15T22:04:00.009-04:00

It’s spring in Bloomington! All around it is jaw droppingly, fabulously gorgeous!
And this year everything hit at once, very condensed, like the finale at a fireworks display on the Fourth of July!
Bam! Pink, purple, white, red, yellow explosions of color everywhere!
Ii's fabulous eye candy, almost too sweet, too intense at times, like the feeling one has of having been in a dark room for a long time then walking immediately into a brightly lit room. Takes some adjustment, but it feels good! And after this winter I am so happy, no, thrilled to adjust to Spring’s incredible parade of colors!!!

Here’s an interesting tidbit I want to share...I took a walk a week and a half ago, on a Sunday and lost a butterfly earring. I liked the earrings. They weren’t expensive, having purchased them at a store at a mall in Indianapolis at what my twenty-something daughter has christened “The Cheap Shiny Store.” But they were lightweight and cute and they were butterflies!

Once I discovered my unadorned ear my husband and I diligently watched for the missing earring as we made our way back to our house. We didn’t see it. Maybe I had lost it in the house or in the back yard so I scoured the place. No luck. Oh well, I thought, I’ll just let it go....

The next Sunday, we took a walk along the same route and I found it in a place I swear I looked before. The brass butterfly earring was nestled near a crack on the sidewalk not far from the neighborhood school. And no worse for the wear amazingly enough since all the kids walking home could have potentially smashed it with their little feet.

So I wondered. What's the lesson in this? This incident is too odd not to have a something I'm supposed to learn connected to it.

Could it be something trite, but true like if you love something let it go and it will come back to you? Or perhaps it is representative of me finding my wings? That sounds plausible. Specifically butterfly wings, coming out of my cocoon, transforming, and taking flight! I do feel like I am in the process of that kind of a metamorphosis...and this glorious spring is certainly helping in making me feel like that...so much boundless energy out there!

Now that I think about it, a similar thing happened to me when I lived in New York City. I lost an earring, but this time it consisted of pretty autumn leaves dangling from a small chain. I wasn't even looking for it when, one day, as I was near my daughter’s school, I just happened to see something shiny that caught my eye, stuck in the crack of the sidewalk. And there it was, my earring, which I had just totally assumed was gone forever, had even forgotten about, a little scratched but wearable. The more I thought about it...NYC with all of their foot traffic...I was convinced it was miraculous! But I never figured out the reason for it. Maybe there doesn't have to be a reason, but we have pattern developing here that needs to be looked into.

An interesting connection in regards to these earrings is that we did leave the city in July 2001, thankfully missing 9/11. Maybe it was somehow prophetic in a very symbolic way. Fall leaves—falling leaves, autumn, 9/11, falling buildings...picking up the pieces, a little scratched and beat up, but wearable and putting them back together again.

AS far as the butterfly earrings go, maybe this time, for me, they are a positive sign of growth, once again found near a school. What is it about those schools—maybe referring to lessons learned or to be learned?

We shall see in the next season, whatever it brings. In retrospect, I may get a clearer vision of its meaning.

And I do hope you in-joy this fabulous springtime!!!!!!

2010-04-06T12:57:00.003-04:00

Recently I read a wonderful book called Wesley the Owl: The Remarkable Love Story of an Owl and his Girl. Over and over my eyes filled with tears as I read their story and vicariously experienced the joy of Stacy O’Brien as she bonded with a beautiful, intelligent, and mysterious creature, a barn owl--a beautiful bird with a white feathered heart-shaped face. Given to her on Valentine’s Day when he was only four days old, he had been injured and could not have survived in the wild. She was able to keep the bird for nineteen years through all of his and her own life challenges. Always afraid that a well-meaning but uninformed animal activist would release her precious friend out into the wild, she kept Wesley a secret to most people, other than the researchers at Caltech where she originally was given the opportunity to be Wesley’s caretaker. She was a devoted mother and fed Wesley dead mice everyday, and kept packages of their frozen carcasses in her freezer that she purchased at pet stores. I can’t praise this story enough, but the most wonderful thing about it is that it got me in touch with the unique intelligence of our pets that we either take for granted or assume doesn’t exist.

I have been more tuned into my dog now as she is getting up in years, fifteen next October, and is going blind and is losing her hearing. But she has always been to me my angel puppy.I fell in love with her angelic presence when she was ten months old. I sat in a waiting room in the kennel where she lived and she approached me and laid her head on my lap. She looked up into my eyes and that was it! Although at the time we thought we had come just to look at the possibility of getting a Brittany, we left there with our precious Leah, the newest member of our household.

Oh how I love her! Her energy is so soft and gentle and loving and very sweet. She converts anti-dog people into dog lovers, but she’s still a dog and does dog things, actions that we humans may find distasteful. However it doesn’t matter because this actually makes her more perfect in her dogness. Her love fills my heart with joy.

Recently I’ve watched as friends have had to say goodbye to their beloved animals and know this may be coming soon for me. But in the meantime, since I work from home I have the great privilege of spending a lot of time with my precious Leah. And together we are enjoying this glorious spring. She tunes into the smells on an intense dog level and shares her discoveries with me; and I am her eyes and keep her from crashing into bushes and other possible obstacles as we walk. So for now all is well and life is a great adventure with sweet Leah by my side!

I wish you all the joys of this wonderful rebirth of energy that is the spring!
Blessings in this time of great creativity!

2010-03-05T22:01:00.005-05:00

I’m back from LA and Sister Giant, the conference I attended put on by Marianne Williamson.

It was a fascinating trip, full of surprises and little gifts from the Universe, but it was not exactly what I had expected. However, I knew I had been pulled there for a reason in the midst of my winter blahs, so I went along for the ride to find out why.

I had not ever attended any of Marianne Williamson’s programs before and didn’t know exactly what to expect. I have to say that I am very impressed by and in awe of her speaking abilities. She never seems to be searching for a phrase or grasping to find a word in her mental rolodex like most of the women in her/my age group. The information coming through her seems to be constant. In addition to her speaking abilities, I also got a sense that she is basically very kind and very sincere.

She’s small in stature, a wisp of a thing, until she gets on the stage, where she takes on and exudes a powerful charisma. And she definitely enjoys displaying her femininity as made obvious by her 4 inch high spiked heels with pointed toes. I have to say that my Second Wave feminist self stood up and was somewhat taken aback, as she swept down the isle to the stage on that first night. But I let out a sigh of relief after I heard her talk and felt assured that she is definitely a feminist as well as a humanitarian. Guess she's part of what’s called the Third Wave of feminism.

“OK,” I told myself, “She can wear her spiked, pointy toe heels if she wants to if I can stick to my flat bottom shoes.” I made peace with the heels thing, and settled in for the rest of the workshop.

Marianne explained to the group that the purpose of this group was to educate women to their history. “If you don’t know where you came from, you can’t know where you are going,” she said.

There was another purpose to the calling together of these people as well, which was to help establish a field, a tipping point, consisting of women who realize and accept their power, their ability to make things happen, and understand that any one of us can make a difference in the world and can effect change. It isn’t necessary to get a majority of people to embrace the change. The tipping point to make a cultural shift is 11%. So if 11% of women understand and embrace their power, the shift will take place!

On Friday with a group of five hundred similarly minded women, I watched the movie The Burning Times, a documentary made in 1990 about the witch hunts. Marianne was quick to note that the film incorrectly listed the number of witch burnings as nine million, which was way too high. It has been estimated that the number of deaths is actually between 100,000 and 900,000 women—healers, herbalists, and midwives. This was the medieval church taking away any last vestiges of power women had left over from the times of the matriarchy and Goddess cults. And it worked. The church usurped the Goddess and made her into the Virgin Mary—cut off from her sexuality—“chaste” and “pure” and untouched by a man. Don’t be sexual if you want to be a good woman the daughters were taught. What a sick role model for women! For their survival and their protection it became necessary for mothers to teach their daughters to be silent and to hide their intuition and their skills as healers. This then has become a cellular memory for us, this fear of condemnation, hideous torture, and death. And hiding our power has become second nature.

But I digress...

After the movie, we broke up in pods of five to discuss our reactions. I had seen the movie before and I was tired and fighting off a cold, not helped at all by long air travel. A woman seated next to me in that group said something to the effect that she would like to be Marianne Williamson, or at least do what she does. I began to be aware of my fatigue, thinking, I don’t want to do what she does. I just want to go to bed. It hit me then in an ah-ha kind of way that although I respect Marianne and her work, I do NOT want to be her. I want to be who I am—exactly who I am. Then I felt a desire to be in my heart and appreciate who I am arise in my consciousness. I got the sense of the need to be strongly anchored in my fourth (heart) chakra. I began to get a deeper sense of an issue of self love that I have been working on for years. This message came through in different ways all through the weekend. It was then that I began to understand perhaps why I was actually at the workshop and in the City of Angels.

In the middle of that first night as I lay in bed in my hotel room, drifting between being awake and asleep, I had a profound experience. I saw myself go towards two doors. The first one was labeled: “Why am I here?” The second one, “What is my purpose in this life?”

The answer to door Number One came quickly. “To love and be loved” were the words I heard. The second answer came just as swiftly-- “To open up to my love for myself.” I felt more than heard the words. Next a string of impressions, feelings, and words danced through my mind and I saw for myself that I am actually living my perfect life. I have created exactly what I want and exactly what I need at this moment in time. My purpose then is to open up to my heart and my life totally and love it without reserve. I am to give myself that gift. I deserve good things and I don’t have to feel guilty for having them or beat myself up for not having achieved “more” in my life. I don’t need to do or be anything or anyone else. Ironically, I realized, it is only when I have totally accepted this state of beingness that I can expand and truly be more, coming from a very solid and powerful foundation of Love. I don’t have to be anything else, yet I can be anything I want!

The next morning, Saturday, we watched the movie, The Iron Jawed Angels, an HBO special that was put out a few years ago. This was followed by a lively question and answer period. Marianne had invited a professor of women’s history from UCLA, Ellen Dubois, to give us an historical perspective of the times and the movie. She was pleased to tell us that for a Hollywood movie, it was very accurate except for a few Hollywood touches like adding Patrick Dempsey as a love interest for Alice Paul. This she insisted did not happen.

After lunch we viewed another movie, Pray the Devil Back to Hell, about the war in Liberia. It was a powerful telling of how the Christian and Muslim women joined forces to oust the cruel dictator, Charles Taylor. How empowering and inspirational to see women with relatively no money or political power rise up and effect change!

As powerful as seeing these movies in a room full of diverse, animated, intelligent, and politically interested women, I found myself knowing more and more that the lesson I was taking back home with me was not about political activism but about my own self love. To love my life, who I am, and what I have created, to be anchored in that true deep love for myself, was the lesson shouting at me. And this time, finally, finally, I could feel it sinking in, very deeply. I do love my life, my home, my husband, my children, my dog, my town, my state, my country, and my planet. To be anchored in that unconditional love is what keeps coming back to me. “Anchored” is the key word. From that stability I can reach out and explore always knowing that I can safely find my way back home to love, simply by following the line to the solidness of the heart. I know now that if I come from my heart, anything, absolutely anything is possible.

I have to say that I skipped out on Sunday. It was LA and it was sunny and I had to get to the beach. So thanks to a friend I made there, I got a ride over to Venice Beach and spent the rest of the day at the ocean. At one point I sat on a rock and let the ocean just pour into my heart. I was filled to overflowing with the intensity of the waves—the sound of their roar, the smell of the surf, and the feel of the sun. I knew at that moment that I had locked into my heart and was taking back with me to my home the powerful and healing ocean energy.

As I write this today, the temperature has reached fifty degrees and it is sunny! The crocuses have begun to sprout! I feel it now deep in my soul—no matter what the surface looks like, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, and hurricanes, the challenging economy, that “All is well!” And I am Home.

2010-02-20T13:26:00.001-05:00

I am getting ready to go to Sister Giant in Los Angeles, this next weekend, February 26-28,the conference put on by Marianne Williamson. It is designed to awaken the power of American women so we can make the changes that need to be made on this planet if we are to survive as a species. I will report in about my experience when I return. In the meantime, I see things continuing to collapse around me, our most recent tragedy locally, the cuts in our public school system, but nevertheless, and somewhat surprisingly, I feel the energy around me lightening up. Perhaps it is spring around the corner or maybe I am just tapping into the energy of LOVE. I don’t know, but something is shifting! I feel it and it feels good!
My love to you all!

2010-02-08T21:49:00.003-05:00

I'm nearly healed from my fall of last week and am enjoying this continuation of my miracle, the incredible acceleration of the rapid healing of my face and body. I watch in amazement as I heal.
My life keeps blossoming and opening up with a new gift each day from the Universe. Sometimes it's as simple as a sunny day or the beautiful center of a tulip from a planter of flowers I bought myself.
My new mantra has become "show me the next step." That is all we are ever given in this process of unfolding, just the knowledge of where to step next with our proverbial feet. On a good day I realize that it is really all I need. Don't get me wrong--I may want more, a lot more at times, to know exactly what is happening or going to happen, or what I am "supposed" to do, what is my "purpose", etc. but the knowing pulls me out of the present, which is where I ultimately want to be. My spirit guides know me so well and how I like to be in charge. But I am forced to surrender, again and again.
So I ask my Guides when I am unsure, "Please show me the Next Step!" And they always do, and even though at times I am scared, depressed, frustrated, or even angry, I do what is given to me. And when I do, I lose my pain and my doubt, find my joy, and I fly! And I love to fly!....

2010-02-01T16:58:00.001-05:00

Today, I have a miracle to report! The following is the story of how it came about.
Last Thursday night as I was leaving my daughter’s apartment, I fell. My hands were full because I was carrying a bag and my purse and the uneven sidewalk was not very well lit. It was late in the evening and I was tired, and I have a propensity for not lifting my feet. Suddenly I tripped and went flying. Bang! I hit face first on the cement. I remember my teeth hitting the walk. The next thing I knew I was on my back and my husband was asking, “Paula, are you all right?”
I lay there in shock. “I don’t know,” I whispered, afraid to move.
I felt a small chunk of something in my mouth. I sat up. Blood was dripping down my upper lip. “Oh, God, what have I done to myself?” I thought.
I grabbed a Kleenex out of my pocket and held it to my upper lip on the place where the blood seemed to be streaming. I clenched the little chip from my mouth in my other hand.
“I think I broke a tooth,” I said.
My husband helped me up and we made it back to the car. We didn’t tell my daughter at the time because I just wanted to get home.
Once inside my house, I assessed the damage. It didn’t look good, but my front teeth were in tact and I hadn’t broken my nose and my glasses seemed to be OK. All I wanted was to go to bed. I would just have to see how I looked tomorrow.
In the morning, I tentatively glanced in the mirror. I looked awful! I was puffed up and swollen and sore. My husband jokingly said I looked like Marge Simpson.
Although I was tired, I resolutely lined up my “peeps”--my doctor, my chiropractor, and my dentist. My doctor and chiropractor were able to get me in on Friday and both said I was lucky not to have knocked my teeth out. The doctor told me I had a deep puncture wound in my upper lip. It had gone nearly all the way through but it had healed enough in the twelve hours or so since the accident, he decided not to give me any stitches. Thank God for that! However, I did have to get a tetanus shot...
I wanted to help the healing process as much as possible, so I did reiki, some intense healing meditations, as well as some gentle yoga. By Sunday the swelling was way down.
Today (Monday), I saw my dentist. Like me, she thought that little chunk was a piece of tooth at first. It was the same coloring and the right size, but she couldn’t find any place where it could have chipped off. So she looked at it in the sun and it sparkled in a way that tooth enamel doesn’t. We figured out that that tiny piece of crystal rock was the culprit which had drilled into the under side of my upper lip, making an almost complete pass through it. She agreed with my doctor and my chiropractor that it was very lucky, a miracle of sorts, that I hadn’t knocked my teeth out. There was essentially no damage to my mouth or my roots or anything that she could find!
So now I am left with, get this, a triangular shaped red scar (which will probably fade to a lighter color) under my right nostril with a deep black spot that will most likely be a white scar. Hmmm! A white eye like dot in the middle of a pyramid shape! I feel like I have been branded in some strange metaphysical ritual.
But mostly I feel very blessed to have come out of this scrape as well as I have. I see many layers of why this happened, and will be examining them for some time to come. But for now, for me, this is proof that I am being watched over, protected, and, I feel, divinely guided. It is a warm, safe, delightful feeling!

2010-01-21T14:39:00.005-05:00

I Got My Political Mojo Back!

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish clod of grievance complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

George Bernard Shaw

In my book The Atlantean Legacy I explained how it is now our legacy to bring the world back to wholeness and peace through being in touch with the Goddess, the feminine side of our spirituality, bravely and openly examining our shadow side, and loving, not destroying, those who may be viewed as our enemies. So it feels very appropriate to share with you the changes I have gone through in the last week...

In the midst of the frigid winter chill, I was becoming depressed. I have been through this slippery slope before, several times in my life so I recognized the signs of that gray murky resistant energy surrounding me, chilling me to the bone, seeming to absorb and suck out of me all the warmth I so badly needed.

So I prayed and asked, no, demanded, that the Universe give me a sign, a handle I could grab onto, so I wouldn’t fall back into that dark tunnel that was in danger of swallowing me up. But being who I am, not only did I demand a sign, I insisted that it had to be obvious as well. I was slipping quickly down that slope and would sink into a muck of depression and there was no time to lose, no time for cosmic guessing games. And I was pissed! I didn’t want to get stuck in that slimy energy again!

And because I absolutely expected an answer, it came very quickly. I opened up my email account and there I instantly was given information about an upcoming conference put on by Marianne Williamson called SISTER GIANT: Rousing the Sleeping Giant of American Womanhood.

The idea of the conference sung to me. More than that, it jumped off the page! I knew immediately when I read about it that this, yes, this is what I have been preparing for--to join with my sisters and reclaim our power and our voices, so we can grow up and save the world (and all the cheerleaders while we’re at it. lol) The Dalai Lama declared it so with his words at the Peace Summit in Vancouver, "The world will be saved by the western woman." (You can read an article about it at http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/none/the-dalai-lamas-amazing-proclamation-to-women-526655/)

And you can access the information about the Sister Giant Conference at http://mariannewilliamson.com/sister-giant.htm

Here is the excerpt from her website....

Dear Friends,
On February 26, 27 and 28, 2010, I will be hosting a weekend gathering called SISTER GIANT: Rousing the Sleeping Giant of American Womanhood.
This seminar/conference speaks to the role of women at this pivotal moment in history. It's a critically important time to transition from disastrous probabilities to fantastic possibilities, and women can lead the way.
If you are a woman who feels a prompting in your heart that goes something like this: "Okay, it's time. I might not be perfect, but I'm good enough. And I'm ready," then this invitation is for you.
During SISTER GIANT, we will review the historic forces that quelled the voice of the Western woman, as well as those that both challenge and invite us to speak our truth now. I hope you will come to Los Angeles on February 26th to join with other women who feel moved to both find our greatness and to do something great.
We will journey from an understanding of our history .... to a reclaiming of our personal power .... and ultimately to a vital commitment to be a powerful collective force in eradicating hunger and poverty on the planet today. It is time for us to change the world.
We will look within, and we will look without. In partnership with the RESULTS organization, we will work on forming a women's delegation to the regional Microcredit Conference in Nairobi, Kenya, in April 2010.
The conference will take place at the Hilton Los Angeles Airport Hotel. The cost of the seminar will be a suggested donation of $250; partial scholarships are available.
For Registration and Hotel information click here: Register Now
I hope to see you in February!
All my best,
Marianne

So, dear friends, in the answer I received from the Universe, I see now that I am coming full circle—-from my radical feminist days in San Francisco to raising a family in the Midwest (gasp—never thought I would do that one, but here I am married for 23 years!), developing my talents and skills as a spiritual woman and artist, among a million other things, including most recently, writing and soon publishing The Atlantean Legacy. I plan to gather up my all my life lessons and skills I’ve accrued and head on back to California for the conference, Sister Giant, to network with other women as we gather together to save our home hearth the planet Earth.

And as for me, bottomline, I re-energized, lost the depression, and got my political mojo back! I’m buzzed!
So until next week!

Many wonderful blessings!

Paula

2010-01-14T10:32:00.001-05:00

I have just written a novel, The Atlantean Legacy, which is scheduled for publication in September by the epublisher, Synergebooks.com. The story is a fictionalized version of a vision of Atlantis in its final years and is based on information that came through to me while in a hypnotic trance at an Omega conference in 2002. There I attended a past life regression workshop facilitated by Brian Weiss, a psychiatrist and internationally known Past Life Regression therapist, and author of several best selling books, including Many Lives, Many Masters. It was there in his workshop that I was first able to access from my unconscious mind ancient memories of a past life in Atlantis.

Dr. Weiss induced the entire group into a hypnotic trance. He then directed us in our mind’s eye to a series of doors, each connected to a particular time period. Resonating to the last door offered, I easily passed through it to the other side. Immediately I saw a familiar scene that had frequently flashed through my head whenever I had a massage. I was lying on a massage table in an outdoor structure used specifically for bodywork. It opened out into a landscape set in an arid climate. It was a beautiful warm day, the sky a brilliant blue void of clouds. I had always assumed it was ancient Egypt or Greece, but had never delved into it to find out. This time, though, when this scene appeared, I was led to the portal of a past life in Atlantis!

As a result of this evocative experience I pursued training in Past Life Regression Therapy with Dr. Weiss where I gleaned further details of my Atlantean life. I received many confirmations about this memory from my own meditations and from the psychic readings of others, including one of my mentors, Sonia Choquette, an internationally known psychic and author, who confirmed my story as well and encouraged me to write this book.This summer, I had a session with Julia Ingram, author of the best selling book, The Messengers, where I gained additional details that brought the story to a dramatic ending.

My plans for this blog, in addition to sharing my book, is to share and exchange spiritual information that can be applied to our daily lives. I hope you will feel free to share your thoughts and feelings and ask questions.

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