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Saturday the world was due to end. I spent the day at a workshop. At the event I learned that they’ll be offering a new workshop entitled: “Direct Access: Creating the Life You Really Want”. I signed up immediately.
The next day I attended a Reiki workshop. Year's ago this same instructor gave me access to a Reiki infused with the energy of the Archangels. Over time and due to other endeavors, the access to the Angelic Wisdom and guidance dissipated. It took a couple years, but the timing was finally right for myself and the instructor and the course was offered yesterday. The energy experienced during the attunement was amazing. Already I’ve begun to see areas for self-healing that were previously hidden from me: For one, my impatience. And, not entirely surprising, my desire not to alienate others or appear too different. This latter helped me appreciate why my intentions to share Reiki are met with an inner resistance to actually put action behind ideas, to lead more classes and heal more individuals. For a single day, it feels like quite a lot of revelation. My practice of Reiki is reinvigorated!
Which brings me to today: My books arrived. Two books assigned as part of the week long study of the Slave Trade in Barbados I'll embark on this July.
The timing is the message!
Saturday, register for Direct Access. Sunday, study Angel Reiki. Monday, readings on the Slave Trade. The universe conspires, again, to use timing to send a message. This year will provide an opportunity for intense healing of self and others. Connections will be made. Ideas will gel. Perhaps books finally written.
What matters to me is reconnection to Spirit, the experience of the Divine. This weekend portends a year of intense growth and development.
Earth is still here and my body still on it, but perhaps the predictions were right. My soul has swept up into a rapturous journey.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Reiki and Writing
What may look like smog to outsiders in the Los Angeles basin, is really a haze of screenplay dreams that we all breathe in and incorporate into our cells. If you are within an hours drive of the Hollywood Sign you can't escape the occasional flash of certainty that a blockbuster screenplay is inside you waiting to be set free.
Yesterday marked the beginning of Script Frenzy, an international challenge to write a screenplay. The competition is entirely with oneself as all who finish win. Last November I took on a related challenge sponsored by the same organization and completed a novel in a month. I'd been suffering from writer's block for two years and hoped the freedom to write with abandon without the usual urgings to edit and make perfect would help. It did. I completed my 50,000+ novel with hours to spare.
Tonight I started my first draft of a screenplay. I downloaded free software.
All the tools it takes to get the lead out and make our dreams come true. Daily prayer and Daily Reiki are making a tremendous difference in my ability to write. Three years ago I began writing scenes for a book on a young African-American spiritualist descended from nine generations of spiritualists and healers.
Tonight I began the screenplay. The hope is that a friend's advice will prove true. Writing out a screenplay version will provide a great skeleton upon which to put a novel's flesh.
Post-blog note: I was looking up old blogs about the Luzca novel. The funny thing is I began writing at the exact same time three years ago.
Yesterday marked the beginning of Script Frenzy, an international challenge to write a screenplay. The competition is entirely with oneself as all who finish win. Last November I took on a related challenge sponsored by the same organization and completed a novel in a month. I'd been suffering from writer's block for two years and hoped the freedom to write with abandon without the usual urgings to edit and make perfect would help. It did. I completed my 50,000+ novel with hours to spare.
Tonight I started my first draft of a screenplay. I downloaded free software.
All the tools it takes to get the lead out and make our dreams come true. Daily prayer and Daily Reiki are making a tremendous difference in my ability to write. Three years ago I began writing scenes for a book on a young African-American spiritualist descended from nine generations of spiritualists and healers.
Tonight I began the screenplay. The hope is that a friend's advice will prove true. Writing out a screenplay version will provide a great skeleton upon which to put a novel's flesh.
Post-blog note: I was looking up old blogs about the Luzca novel. The funny thing is I began writing at the exact same time three years ago.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
More Compulsive Addictive Writing
I signed up for the NaNoWriMo Script Frenzy. Writing 100 pages for a screenplay. I'm always in awe of circumstance, coincidence...fate.
A night of jazz, a friend brings a friend. He's a screenwriter. I'm a new novelist. He says scriptwriting software might be just the thing to get my next writing project organized.
I'm ready! I've signed up to turn the novel I've blogged about tons of times into a screenplay to get the thing better organized. Working backwards. Screenplay first, details and literature later. I've signed up to write a screenplay in April.
It's ridiculous, silly, maybe straight on stupid! I simultaneously will work, live, play, build up a website and business and take another Landmark seminar. And hopefully see my honey now and again.
Whoohoooo! Anyone else in for a screen play? Check out Script Frenzy!
A night of jazz, a friend brings a friend. He's a screenwriter. I'm a new novelist. He says scriptwriting software might be just the thing to get my next writing project organized.
I'm ready! I've signed up to turn the novel I've blogged about tons of times into a screenplay to get the thing better organized. Working backwards. Screenplay first, details and literature later. I've signed up to write a screenplay in April.
It's ridiculous, silly, maybe straight on stupid! I simultaneously will work, live, play, build up a website and business and take another Landmark seminar. And hopefully see my honey now and again.
Whoohoooo! Anyone else in for a screen play? Check out Script Frenzy!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Don’t fight the Universe
At the beginning of the school year I found out I'd be teaching mostly government and a couple economics classes. Usually it's the reverse. I LOVE teaching economics. Don't get me wrong, I love teaching period, so teaching Government works, too. Given I have a law degree, I suppose it actually makes more sense.
But when I read the newspaper, it's the Business section I go to first. My favorite magazines? Kiplinger's, Wired and The Economist. I don't have time for subscriptions, but they're my go-to fav's when I'm in the airport or planning a relaxing day of pleasure reading.
I contacted the school's counselor, the scheduler, and asked to switch it back around. Why are they giving the new teacher my favorite classes??? Last year 3 Econ, 1 Law and 1 Gov. This year 3 Gov, 1 Law and 1 Econ. Though I initially considered fighting it, I just went with it.
Realizing that my Government instruction wasn't as beefy as my Econ, I signed up for professional development opportunities. My district was offering a series of lectures and materials on Constitutional Communities. I signed up. Then I saw something for a workshop series I'd considered year-after-year. This time I participated. The experience broadened my teaching.
So when an opportunity to apply for several grants for social studies to travel and study abroad showed up, I was in the spirit of it all and applied. Making a long story only slightly shorter…Because I was reassigned more government classes, I took on new professional development which made me a better candidate for the study abroad programs.
In July I'll spend a week studying the slave trade in Barbados.
Don't fight the universe. Just let it bless you.
Robin Davis Fesseha, JD, NBCT
Reid High School
Monday, March 21, 2011
Reiki III times 3
Getting and giving Reiki attunements starts a twenty-one day transformation anew each time. The more of them you give, over time the less intense the cleansing experience may become, but there's always something new. It's the power of growth, of change and transformation. Can we admit that it is addictive? A wonderful design feature of the human being to help us evolve.
This past Saturday I was hit with a desire to tune up my Reiki healing energy. It started with a morning Reiki self-treatment to relieve a little stress I'd let build up over the rior week. After a few minutes of hand positions, I reached over and picked-up a spectacular green citrine point I purchased last New Year's Eve's Eve and placed it on my heart while I sent myself Reiki to calm and balance my energy.
Out of the blue, I started thinking about my experiences with Angel Reiki. I'd wanted to take this course from the same instructor who'd given me my Reiki Master attunements four years ago. The occasional energetic tune-up via giving or receiving an attunement always deepens the ongoing healing--a power burst. Knowing she gives the Reiki series a couple times a year through the local college I was curious to see when the next might be scheduled. Probably weeks or months away. I went online. She was holding a Reiki Master course the following day.
I signed up and sent off an email letting her know I'd be in her Reiki Master class a third time and that I wanted to take her Angel Reiki course. I didn't just want to take it, I was clear I would take it and we just need to work out the details! That strong an intention.
Yesterday's review of the Reiki Master course was phenomenal. The energy in the room, dynamic! We've got an Angel Reiki course scheduled for May 22nd and June 5th!
But the blessings from the course have already begun. I love the intense twenty-one days that follow. Already, I have experienced an incredible burst of healing for the planet. I sat in a crystal grid with my Shaman stones and a citrine point during nightly prayer/meditation. I was suddenly moved to draw the cho-ku-rei three times on my third-eye with the citrine's point. A new symbol that has come to me several times in the last few weeks then appeared in my mind's eye and I saw it go into the earth, wrap around and through it, and then I felt an intense healing energy surround the planet. New and powerful! And this is just the first day.
Oh, and one other note.
Reiki and religious practice. As noted in my last blog entry, my prayer life has become a daily practice. I was praying, but I wasn't moved to read The Word, The Bible. Tonight, there was a natural shift. Before my prayer time, I was enjoyed several passages of Luke and John. Folks sometimes wonder if Reiki takes away from religious or other spiritual practices. Truthfully, I sometimes ask myself the same. My experience however is always the same. It only deepens the religious context of the spirituality you already practice.
Fabulous!
Daily prayer.
Daily Reiki.
A life that works.
This past Saturday I was hit with a desire to tune up my Reiki healing energy. It started with a morning Reiki self-treatment to relieve a little stress I'd let build up over the rior week. After a few minutes of hand positions, I reached over and picked-up a spectacular green citrine point I purchased last New Year's Eve's Eve and placed it on my heart while I sent myself Reiki to calm and balance my energy.
Out of the blue, I started thinking about my experiences with Angel Reiki. I'd wanted to take this course from the same instructor who'd given me my Reiki Master attunements four years ago. The occasional energetic tune-up via giving or receiving an attunement always deepens the ongoing healing--a power burst. Knowing she gives the Reiki series a couple times a year through the local college I was curious to see when the next might be scheduled. Probably weeks or months away. I went online. She was holding a Reiki Master course the following day.
I signed up and sent off an email letting her know I'd be in her Reiki Master class a third time and that I wanted to take her Angel Reiki course. I didn't just want to take it, I was clear I would take it and we just need to work out the details! That strong an intention.
Yesterday's review of the Reiki Master course was phenomenal. The energy in the room, dynamic! We've got an Angel Reiki course scheduled for May 22nd and June 5th!
But the blessings from the course have already begun. I love the intense twenty-one days that follow. Already, I have experienced an incredible burst of healing for the planet. I sat in a crystal grid with my Shaman stones and a citrine point during nightly prayer/meditation. I was suddenly moved to draw the cho-ku-rei three times on my third-eye with the citrine's point. A new symbol that has come to me several times in the last few weeks then appeared in my mind's eye and I saw it go into the earth, wrap around and through it, and then I felt an intense healing energy surround the planet. New and powerful! And this is just the first day.
Oh, and one other note.
Reiki and religious practice. As noted in my last blog entry, my prayer life has become a daily practice. I was praying, but I wasn't moved to read The Word, The Bible. Tonight, there was a natural shift. Before my prayer time, I was enjoyed several passages of Luke and John. Folks sometimes wonder if Reiki takes away from religious or other spiritual practices. Truthfully, I sometimes ask myself the same. My experience however is always the same. It only deepens the religious context of the spirituality you already practice.
Fabulous!
Daily prayer.
Daily Reiki.
A life that works.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
An Anniversary
One month ago, I realized that my world needs to work for everyone in it. I'm not first to notice the truth in this. The idea isn't news. Yet, something shifted a month ago.
The recent experiences with a family member passing, two--now three--members of my family hospitalized within a few months time and the general stress that exists for friends, family and neighbors as the world transitions into a new economy overwhelmed me. I'm so grateful it did.
It renewed my commitment to prayer.
The recent experiences with a family member passing, two--now three--members of my family hospitalized within a few months time and the general stress that exists for friends, family and neighbors as the world transitions into a new economy overwhelmed me. I'm so grateful it did.
It renewed my commitment to prayer.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
New View
So different now. It started with my Aunt passing away in October. Then my 87-year-old grandmother was hospitalized, followed by a brief stay in a nursing home to recuperate before being allowed to return home. Then, just a couple weeks back, my mother was hospitalized for a week. Through the reflection of my aging elders, my own "aging" is sharply in focus.
Lately, hearing an old song brings on a different kind of nostalgia. In the past, I'd hear some old rhythm and blues or pop tune from my youth and fondly remember where I was or what I was doing decades back. I might remember being in the park for a huge family gathering with BBQ, volleyball, bikes and lots of running. Other times a first date, a kiss, a party, a walk with friends or just sitting around my room listing to 45s or 33s without a care in the world would come to mind.
Lately, though, when I hear some old beloved tune, I am struck by the fact that an old world is gone. It is as if there has been some permanent break I haven't experienced before. Before the break, I experienced myself as this continuity of an always-getting-older me that was just a few days, weeks or years away from a younger, care-free, can-get-back-my-high-school-figure-if-I-wanted-to me.
Over these last few months the reality of being mid-forty, headed-to-fifty has sunk in like bricks dropped in a sauna. Or maybe like bombs hitting an island or planes hitting skyscrapers. There's the life before and then the new, different life after. You can't go back. You can't pretend that things haven't changed. An entirely different point of view colors everything.
It isn't that nothing good lies ahead. I've enjoyed a great life and don't imagine that I am less incapable of creating fun, joy, success, love and beauty in my coming-quickly fifties as was done in my twenty and thirties. What is clear, though, is that it will not be an older version of the past. The break is realizing, internalizing that I'm not an older twenty or an older version of me at thirty.
It's a different life.
It's a different me.
Different rules.
Different goals.
Different mind.
Different body.
Shortly, I'll be all excited again about the possibilities and options I get to create for this maturer Robin. Some new impassioned life that invigorates. Right now, I'm appreciating this opportunity to mourn. Maybe even enjoying it a little. A little.
A different mood.
I feel like mourning a while.
Lately, hearing an old song brings on a different kind of nostalgia. In the past, I'd hear some old rhythm and blues or pop tune from my youth and fondly remember where I was or what I was doing decades back. I might remember being in the park for a huge family gathering with BBQ, volleyball, bikes and lots of running. Other times a first date, a kiss, a party, a walk with friends or just sitting around my room listing to 45s or 33s without a care in the world would come to mind.
Lately, though, when I hear some old beloved tune, I am struck by the fact that an old world is gone. It is as if there has been some permanent break I haven't experienced before. Before the break, I experienced myself as this continuity of an always-getting-older me that was just a few days, weeks or years away from a younger, care-free, can-get-back-my-high-school-figure-if-I-wanted-to me.
Over these last few months the reality of being mid-forty, headed-to-fifty has sunk in like bricks dropped in a sauna. Or maybe like bombs hitting an island or planes hitting skyscrapers. There's the life before and then the new, different life after. You can't go back. You can't pretend that things haven't changed. An entirely different point of view colors everything.
It isn't that nothing good lies ahead. I've enjoyed a great life and don't imagine that I am less incapable of creating fun, joy, success, love and beauty in my coming-quickly fifties as was done in my twenty and thirties. What is clear, though, is that it will not be an older version of the past. The break is realizing, internalizing that I'm not an older twenty or an older version of me at thirty.
It's a different life.
It's a different me.
Different rules.
Different goals.
Different mind.
Different body.
Shortly, I'll be all excited again about the possibilities and options I get to create for this maturer Robin. Some new impassioned life that invigorates. Right now, I'm appreciating this opportunity to mourn. Maybe even enjoying it a little. A little.
A different mood.
I feel like mourning a while.
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