The philosophy: Wish Only Well

I've only glanced around the main site. A first glance saw nothing that disturbed me, but I am not promoting the site. I just stumbled on the philosophy while checking on a recount of the 100th Monkey story.

A short version of the story is that there were monkeys on an island. A few learned to wash their sweet potatoes before eating them. (Sometimes the story is told around monkeys being taught to wash coconuts by researchers after a nuclear bomb was detonated on a Pacific island repopulated with monkeys to see how they fare.)

The young learn. Their parents learn. A few family members learn. At some point, parabolically, the 100th monkey on the island learns it. Suddenly, the entire population of island monkeys do the same. Instantaneously. Mass transformation. A new morphogenetic field that they all now have access to and/or live inside.

As a human being, if this is so, my daily thoughts and actions contribute to the growth and development of my species.

Even if my actions don't transform the world, they transform the world of those around me and with whom I interact. Reason enough to be purposeful, deliberate, loving and free.

Healing with color. How it works.

Recently, I made prayer a consistent part of my daily life. At first, it was weird. All I'd ever seen were people who would speak a name, identify a need, a wish or an outcome and perhaps add a scripture or other authenticating phrase requesting God to intervene. For me, this was flat. Let me confess up front that I am not gifted with quick references to the Word.

I see colors, a representation of vibrations. Vibrations being a representation of health. I might begin praying for a friend in words, asking that she have peace in her life given that she is stressed beyond her coping mechanisms. As I say this prayer in words, I begin to see her with a flash of pink around the outside of her frame. Then red begins to stand out on her body and it locates itself quite clearly on her left side, center. I don't try to figure out what it represents or if it is some particular organ, I just notice it.

The next thing that happens is I'm lead to bring in some other color in a very particular way. Bolts of yellow just along the outer edges of the red. They push into the red and release it through her central nervous system to the top of her head where suddenly I sense an indigo that absorbs the red and transforms it into a green or pink or golden rays that emanate from her body. Don't get too caught up on the particulars that I described since it is a fictitious representation of the types of things that have been happening lately.

The best was yesterday. Two new things happened.

First, a new color. I was praying for someone. Archangel Michael was present and guiding me. I let my ego step aside to watch what happened before my mind's eye. There was a rust-red-gold-brown color that I have never seen before. It is a color that does not exist for us. Don't worry too-much if it sounds other-worldly. The simple science of color is that the spectrum we see is quite circumscribed relative to what exists along the electromagnetic spectrum. My mind's eye perceived this new color washing away energy at this person's feet. Of course, I speculate on what's happening, but there is no way to truly know. It is fabulous just to witness it in the way I do.

Second, a new healing. I've been confronted for a couple days now. God has been forcing me to clean out a few lingering old habits that I was taking my time giving up. Evidently I didn't hear the timer pop. Play time is over. I heard that my healing talents were needed and my pussyfooting around and playing with them as if they are a cute little hobby needs to end. With that, to emphasize the importance, I suddenly saw an image of a man I truthfully did not recognize. I'd like to say it is someone I don't know. What's more accurate is that I did not recognize this person in the state in which their vibrational shadow appeared to me.

It was filled with and blotches of black. I let the colors do their thing and acted as facilitator. Yellow lightning bolts struck at the outer aura loosening up the black blotches. Green and yellow attached to the red to transmute it. Soon, I began to see cracks in the overall aura such that a new glow of yellow tinged with a radiant glow of an unrecognized pink-purple began to glow like a sun. Intuitively I knew an illness was getting cleared out and most likely a mental illness. I understood, again intuitively, that this is a three year process.

In his real life, this healing process may look like fortuitous meetings with a person who refers him to a better doctor than the one he's been seeing. It might be as mundane as urges to exercise suddenly followed in the second year and later discovering a supplement that his brain function for the best, ushering a new period of optimized health.

I have no idea how it works.

I'm just delighted to play around in what some might call my active imagination. I call it the energetic field.

Colorful Healings

A short blog to report that since the Angel Reiki attunements, my healing sessions are almost entirely with the use of color.

My intercessory prayers consist primarily of seeing some part of the body in a particular color and recognizing that the color is in need of adjustment. Intuitively, the correct colors make themselves known. It is as if my presence is merely to facilitate their work.

More later...