“The Amazing Journey” by the Amazing Richard F. Holmes

Formerly titled “Astral Travelling, The Avatar and Me”.

Renamed “The Amazing Journey” and officially relaunched July 3rd 2013.

Have you ever experienced conscious astral travel? Author Richard F. Holmes, in his book “The Amazing Journey” has documented many of his incredible and deeply personal experiences with astral travel.


One of the most incredible of those early journeys was when I was transported to a house. I was dropped off outside and I remember stepping through the door and finding myself in a place that was dark.  Whenever I recalled this experience I always referred to the house as “the dark and dingy place”.  I seemed to step onto a landing and I was just standing there when all of a sudden my right hand felt warm.  I looked down, and to my amazement, there was a small black child holding my hand.  I recall at some stage that a rather rotund black lady appeared on the scene.  I understand that I was being shown this house as a place that I was connected with in a previous life.  It was a house where children suffered but the large black lady and I did our best to help these children.


The Amazing Journey is a book aptly described by it’s previous title, “Astral Travelling, The Avatar and Me”.  The book begins with Richard relaying his many documented conscious astral travel experiences.  Along with Richard’s interesting and well articulated accounts, we glean insight into his inner life and lessons, as well as some of his more memorable experiences culminating in Richard’s pilgrimage to India and Sai Baba’s ashram.

Richard shares some of his innermost thoughts and beliefs …

…There is only the here and now, nothing else.  The here and now is all there is.  However there are many aspects, many facets of the here and now (in the kingdom of Heaven there are many mansions so to speak).  We are eternal, Divine beings of light; facets of that Universal Super-Consciousness we call God.  With this in mind, it would be fair to say that we are all tiny droplets of The Universal Absolute, The Ocean of Life; tiny droplets of God, or little Godlets if you like.  The only thing is, we don’t know this, or to be more precise, we have forgotten. Because of this we are on a journey (the spiritual pathway) of re-membering. Not learning but remembering.  We are all Divine; therefore at our very deepest and purest level we have infinite knowledge, and as such, cannot learn what we already know…


Richard’s accounts of his time in India at Sai Baba’s ashram are heart warming and insightful. His pilgrimage occurred after his mothers passing. Sai Baba shares this about our mothers.

…He (Sai Baba) also emphasised the importance of not forming relationships on the basis of the body and to always focus on the in-dweller, or spirit within. Baba then explained to the students the importance of loving and respecting the earthly mother, “Never forget your mother, treasure her form in your heart. We come from the heart of our mother, and mother should always be in our heart. Therefore your mother never leaves you and you should not leave her. Mother and children are united with each other forever…”




The Amazing Journey is a fascinating and well written account of a man’s amazing journey of learning and inspiration through multidimensional experience. Once I started I couldn’t put it down. Richard has a refreshingly captivating writing style and I highly recommend this book as an entertaining and informative read!

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How My Mother’s Death Granted Me New Life

I watched, as her breathing became more and more shallow, the pauses between breaths grew longer and longer. And then they stopped…. forever.

My mother was gone.

As my tears flowed, they weren’t so much for Mum’s passing; she had a long life (1920 – 2004), but for her lost potential.

You see, life had beaten her down. Oh, she was a fighter and a survivor, no doubt of that, but she had settled for less than her desires. Her fears of loss and lack won out and this made her bitter.

Yes, her time was a different time in history for women and it was not easy to rise above the status quo, but she had the chops to do it and in some ways she did, but not for herself. It was always for others. This manifested in a ‘silent victim’ persona she carried in her energy and the word ‘martyr’ was a common noun us kids kept unspoken but nonetheless acknowledged.

With her as my example, I almost walked the same path. It took me many decades to unravel this subconscious thread of knots, learn who I truly am and live my soul purpose, especially in my second half of life.

This is the time in a woman’s life when she comes into her own, can truly shine her brilliance and make a difference in this world.

If you are in this time of your life, I’m wondering, if you are longing to embrace something inside of you. Maybe you don’t know what it is, or you’re fearful, or you feel stuck in mud up to your waist. You’re tired of fulfilling someone else’s dreams, but never your own. You know there is more for you and you’re hearing the clock tick.

It’s taken me a lifetime, but I have learned what it takes to not die with your soul purpose unsung, and it’s my passion in my role as Intuitive Life Coach/Mentor to teach you and women like you how to shine your brilliance.



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You Can Make A Difference!

One summer day a player sweated all alone in a gymnasium long snapping footballs from the half court circle on the basketball court to a target hanging on the wall underneath the basket. No one in that community had ever seen a player do that before.

A couple weeks later the same player walked up to local business owners at their place of business and handed them a card which stated the local football team was going to win a state championship that upcoming year. This was a feat the school never had accomplished. No one in that community had ever seen a player do that before.

During the season fans noticed the same young man playing offensive center. Every play he would sprint from the huddle to the line clapping wildly as if to say, “Here we come!” How long had that young man been breaking the huddle that way? All year – every game. No one in that community had ever seen a player do that before.

Later, during a playoff game, the same young man played ever single play of the game, never coming off the field during offense, defense and special teams. He was the only player who did. When the game was over he was so exhausted he collapsed on the way to the team bus. No one in that community had ever seen a player play to exhaustion before.

Finally, during the state championship game, this young man snapped punt snaps on a field covered with eight inches of snow hitting the punter right in the hands. What made the feat more remarkable was he was wearing a pair of gloves that he could not remove because they had become frozen to his hands. The team went on to win the first state championship in school history thus fulfilling the prediction of the card. No one in that community had ever seen something like that ever done before.

Years later a call was made to the former player. “Your teammate has cancer. We need you.”

On a Sunday afternoon the player stood in front of a crowded banquet hall. He spoke about courage. He spoke about teammates. He spoke about loyalty. He spoke about love. Over $80,000 were raised that day for medical expenses. No one in that community had ever seen that done before.

In life when you do what no one has ever seen done before – YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE!


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Excerpt Chapter 1 – Take Me to the Mountain

Chapter 1 

Retreat: Picking up the thread of life


The secret is just this: you’re always home, no matter where you are, because Now is home.  Now is forever … 

Now is Forever

When we were children we understood about retreat. We knew how to live in the moment which is really what retreat is after all. Watch any child at play and see how totally absorbed he is. Nothing else matters, not what happened yesterday or might happen tomorrow, just Now. He is focused in a world of his own imagination, unconcerned with what happened last week or what might happen next.

As a child it never occurred to me that I was young. I was just ‘me,’ exactly the same ‘me’ that lives on today and who has lived throughout time. I was also aware of a ‘before life’ (uncomfortably so at times) and reasoned that there must therefore be an ‘after life’ too – in other words some continuity of consciousness that exists beyond birth and death. Life was an ever-unfolding miracle, inseparable from the Now.

Some years ago I wrote a short story called Now is Forever. It focuses on two children who experience ‘Now’ as their true home and thus discover the eternal thread that runs through life. I wanted to experience a lost world through these two children, to re-capture the magic of childhood and show how this magic disappears once we grow older and life’s challenges and responsibilities take over. I believe if we choose to, we can learn to be children once more and regain our youthful spirit. We can pick up the thread of Life again and find that ‘Now’ really is forever, in one single unending moment.

Children love stories that remind them of the magic that exists just beyond our physical sight. They are very close to the subtle worlds and will often know instinctively that beyond our physical sight there are countless ‘worlds within worlds,’ both the microcosm and the macrocosm. I was lucky; my father, a very stern man with a military background, was also of Irish descent and unusually sensitive. He taught me about the ‘Little People’ and I was able to ‘see’ fairies and not just read about them in books.

My son, I discovered quite by chance, was able to see auras and he naturally assumed that everyone did! His reading of other people was uncannily accurate. He, like many others, would often talk to unseen friends and also showed signs of remembering a ‘before life.’ He lost these psychic abilities for a while along with a degree of telepathy once puberty began but I think this may have been necessary for his development along other lines.

Left to their own devices – and under the right circumstances – children will naturally display other soul qualities such as empathy and the desire to help one another. Something else that is all too sadly lost later in life.

Retreat allows us the space to regain a child-like a sense of the timeless, and to see the world anew. This truly is the life of the Soul.


Who Am I? Why Am I Here?

The more time you spend in the company of your Soul, such as on retreat, the more interesting life becomes. You may begin to feel younger, more energetic, because the soul is eternally youthful. You will inevitably start to identify with the timeless in you and lose any fear of death because you know you are eternal and therefore deathless.

You begin to search more deeply for meaning and ask questions, like Who am I? Why am I here? For every answer you find there is another question that probes more deeply.

When I was in my early teens I would search my local library for books that might reveal to me the secrets of Life. I knew that such books must exist but had no idea where to locate them. This was the pre-Beatles era, before meditation became popular in the West. There were no esoteric sections in bookshops or Mind, Body and Spirit Fairs, no computers to help me with my search. Then one day I happened upon a very old volume tucked away in the library’s Philosophy section. I remember my excitement, reading about the ‘Music of the Spheres’ and although it made little sense to me, it was a start! A few years later I met a young man who belonged to the Rosicrucian Order, a modern-day version of the ancient mystery school. He taught me about meditation and so much more besides concerning the spiritual Laws of Life.

Today there are countless books on Eastern and Western spiritual philosophies; New Age publications abound. The problem nowadays is perhaps too much choice – too many cul de sacs and false pathways for the spiritual seeker to become lost in.


Enlightenment and Spiritual Ambition

My friend Bob often joked that all spiritual books should carry a health warning. He complained that too many made exaggerated promises of health and happiness and that some were positively dangerous. He had learned the hard way, sending himself half mad as a result of practicing certain unsupervised techniques. Spiritual ambition can have devastating results.

Most dangerous of all are those teachers claiming to offer ‘enlightenment.’ Any extreme exercises designed to speed up spiritual awakening (such as the forced raising of kundalini energy through breathing exercises) should, in my opinion, be avoided unless under the supervision of a highly experienced teacher. Kundalini (the dormant force at the base of the spine) is intended to rise through the energy centres normally and systematically and in its own time. Likewise, spiritual growth is best attained through a natural unfolding, facilitated by simple, tried and tested exercises, and always combined with some service activity. To be in a rush to gain enlightenment (which is a never-ending process after all) suggests spiritual ambition – a contradiction in terms if ever there was one!


Retreat, Meditation and Altered States

Retreat, meditation and a more relaxed attitude to life all lower stress levels and produce definite health benefits. These include lowered heart rate and blood pressure, improved digestion, healthier hormone levels and even increased immunity and fertility. There are many studies to support these claims, including Dr Herbert Benson’s well known work ‘The Relaxation Response.’* In meditation brain rhythms change from beta (active conscious) to alpha (rested and reflective), and also theta states (meditative and creative). Meditation therefore can stimulate memory and creativity.

Retreat involves periods of ‘silent sitting’ (meditation) and mindful activity. Any focused meditation strengthens our contact with our soul. This doesn’t mean making the mind go blank but rather quieting the mind so that thoughts no longer disturb the inner peace. The actual experience of meditation doesn’t matter at all. Sometimes it may be blissful, sometimes tiring or even downright boring! It is, I believe, the willingness to meet ourselves in Silence that matters most. Although meditation is an ‘altered state’ – that is to say it differs from ordinary waking consciousness – it is a most natural human activity.

There are said to be as many types of meditation as there are people and techniques such as mantras or breathing exercises are simply tools to still the chattering mind and help the individual to experience his own unique essence.

This practice of ‘stilling’ allows us rest in body and mind and leads ultimately to transcendence, a bodiless, deathless state.

People who have ‘near death’ or ‘out of body’ experiences (NDEs or OBEs) frequently describe the bliss and freedom of their bodiless state. In fact, the experience can be so compelling that they are reluctant to return to the body and may take some persuasion before agreeing to. In the extra-physical state worldly attachments no longer seem to have the same attraction – not even those people we love the most – in comparison with the ecstasy experienced there. Re-entry to the body is often reported as uncomfortable and constricting, although any pain felt on return is frequently transformed and redeemed by a new sense of perspective and hope – and even physical healing. There are many dramatic reports of cures following NDEs. Especially impressive is Anita Moorjani’s account of her own return from death and recovery from terminal illness in her book, Dying to be Me. **

Many people discover their essential ‘self’ through spiritual healing – and this is the primary purpose of healing of course, to bring us into contact with our own Healer, the Soul. Perfect health and happiness can never be guaranteed although a state of contentment, even bliss, is certainly possible. It should be remembered though that any focused spiritual practice, while enormously helpful for our mental, emotional and physical health, also brings to the surface any unresolved issues we have. And we all do! In Transcendental Meditation this process is called ‘un-stressing’ and although beneficial it can be temporarily uncomfortable too!


Retreat and the release of stress

We often avoid silence and stillness for very good reason. Instinctively we know that without our usual distractions – television, telephone, the internet, and so on – we are alone with our thoughts. Retreat can be both a refuge and a catalyst for the release of trauma.

It is in stillness that painful memories or unresolved issues arise, usually as tears or an outburst of anger. This process is a normal and necessary movement of emotional energy that is all part of the healing process. It can happen during private and public retreats alike – occasionally during my own. When it does I ask everyone to breathe with the person involved – as an example let’s call him Joe. This breathing together results in a tremendous sense of being ‘held’ and supported. There may be a tendency to rush forward to help Joe, to console, but it is far better to allow him space for the energy to move off in its own time. Such a movement of energy can have a powerful effect on the rest of us and remind us of our own emotional pain. Our throats may tighten up, tears well up in empathy. I ask everyone then to continue to breathe steadily and to remain very poised. It helps enormously to raise the attention to our ‘High Place,’** the Ajna centre between the eyebrows, and thus allow the process to complete.

People naturally feel embarrassed at having drawn attention to themselves so at some point I thank Joe for staying with it and for enabling us all to acknowledge our own pain. It all adds to a great sense of group coherence and bonding.


I Am the Mountain

At such times I have found it very helpful to identify with the mountain, solid and strong, eternally unmoved by winds and storms (see Chapter 4). This is a very simple technique: simply imagine your feet as the base of a mountain, your head as the summit and your whole body rock-solid and poised against any internal or external force. At the same time you think: I Am the Mountain!

The Messages included in this book often refer to mountains – how their peaks are not really as distant as we might imagine since we have already come a very long way through life’s challenges, each one a mountain to conquer. As the famous explorer and mountaineer, Sir Edmund Hillary said: It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.

So many of our difficulties are self-created, that is to say by the way we think. Indeed we are capable of breaking our own hearts by repeated ‘wrong thinking.’ Our obsessions and anxieties mount up over our lifetimes, yet this mountain of suffering is not as solid as we might imagine. It can be reduced to dust once we penetrate those layers with the light of awareness, the Soul.

The mountains and other remote places in the world have long been known as the retreats of the Masters, Those wise teachers who have evolved ahead of us and mastered all aspects of life on this planet – body, mind, and emotions – and now guide humanity from age to age.  Climbing the mountain is an obvious metaphor for human aspiration; of our evolutionary impulse to reach towards some greater goal, to overcome our earthly limitations and so master ourselves. Self-mastery, whether or not we are aware of it, is our ultimate goal for we are all Masters in training.


Enlightenment and the Upward Struggle

Pain and suffering, as the Tibetan Master Djwhal Khul describes, is our upward struggle through matter.*** It is only by enduring and overcoming those things we find most difficult that we eventually reach the summit of the mountain.

However, we would do well to remember that there are always further experiences ahead of us – yes, even for the Masters themselves – and greater summits too. That is the nature of evolution: enlightenment is only relative after all!


Retreat: The Blessing of Suffering and Change

Those who live with chronic physical pain often say that the worst kind of pain is emotional, especially the agony of loneliness, anxiety and depression. My wise friend Bob knew this all too well. Although he was adept at helping others to heal he privately struggled right to the end of his life with his own loneliness, depression and grief.

Retreat offers us the space to observe our life throughout all its ups and downs. Inevitably we learn that everything that gives us pleasure will also bring pain – and then the very knowledge that life is uncertain, that things are not always going to be wonderful, can bring a sense of acceptance. We can either accept our difficulties as opportunities or become embittered and thus prolong our own suffering. This is a choice that involves a good deal of attention and objectivity on our part. Not easy for sure!

Such a space may help us to understand both the cause and the purpose of our suffering – for unless we do we shall continue to draw to ourselves more of the same. We may see that many of our circumstances are created, moment to moment, from our own attitudes. Every problem then becomes a challenge to accept and transform and every challenge met renews our confidence and enthusiasm for life. By acknowledging our human vulnerability we demonstrate the power of the human spirit to overcome challenges – and to find meaning and purpose in them.

Although suffering doesn’t necessarily guarantee spiritual advancement there can sometimes be solace in the knowledge that our difficulties are necessary ‘tests’ that bring rewards of their own. This may sound like a platitude but it really can never be overstated: tests help us to grow in stature and show us that we are much bigger than our difficulties. They help us to get to grips with the mind and its fear of change, loss and above all, death.

We learn that things don’t last; good times, bad times, all passes by, and everything moves in cycles. We try especially to ignore the uncertainty of our own lifespan; we avoid death for as long as we can. Yet death is an everyday reality- we die every day. Something dies, something is reborn – our cells, our relationships, even our ideas about things. But when we become rooted in our inner life, our death becomes less of a problem. We understand that it is only the smaller part of us that dies, together with our temporary identity, the personality. What remains throughout is our consciousness, the Eternal Thread of Life or Soul. This is beyond suffering.


Creativity and Transformation

Creative pursuits can bring solace in times of stress. They help us to find meaning, to transform suffering into a thing of beauty – a fine painting, a piece of literature, a symphony, a garden, and so on. Artists are transformers. They do more than reflect or interpret life; they turn their life experience into something greater, not by prettying it up but by creating something new and meaningful. That should be the purpose of all inspirational work. Not that we should ignore the darkness at all – it’s too important for that – but should instead raise it up, transform it.

Creativity is an essential part of this retreat. It is a natural expression of the soul and can be anything from decorating a room to writing a memoir.

There has never been another ‘you’ or another ‘me’ and there never will be. Whatever we create is an expression of that uniqueness. To quote the American writer William Faulkner we create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before.

So, it is vital that we be ourselves – and not what someone else would like us to be! This is our spiritual destiny. We are each born to create and our creations, however humble, live on in the world long after we have said our goodbyes.



Suffering can also increase our compassion, that ability to ‘feel with’ and care better for others. Indeed, it can spur us to alleviate their suffering, as well as our own, in very practical and creative ways.

It’s very important that we treat ourselves with compassion, especially when we feel lost, devoid of comfort, of answers. This is the Wilderness experience and is a necessary part of our spiritual journey. Remember that while distress is very real for the ‘little self’ in the world, for the Undying Self it is all part of a much bigger story. The Wilderness eventually leads us beyond our distress and upwards to the Mountain of Revelation itself.


*The Relaxation Response (Dr Herbert Benson and Miriam Z. Clipper) Harper Collins 2009


**Dying to be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing (Anita Moorjani)


***The High Place is actually an energy centre, a point between your eyebrows. It is known as the Ajna or brow centre, one of seven major centres in the body. In the chapters that follow and the exercises contained in them, we shall constantly return to this High Place, our portable sanctuary.


****A Treatise on White Magic (Alice A. Bailey) p.53


 Copyright © 2013 Moyra Irving


Reviews – What Other’s Have to Say:

Take Me to the Mountain is a book to be savored and cherished by all true spiritual seekers. This gentle and compassionate guide to living life as a Soul is a work to be read again and again. It glows with the radiance of the author’s soul, as she lovingly leads the reader into the spacious, timeless reality of the eternal Self where transformation occurs. Moyra Irving has distilled gems of wisdom from spiritual teachings and from her own experience into graceful, fluid, and deceptively simple language that carries seeds of illumination. Golden keys to spiritual growth reveal how suffering and anxiety can be transformed into catalysts for living a peaceful, purposeful life of service. Anyone who practices the guidance offered in this book can expect to come away more fully healed and more actively part of the planetary wave of evolution leading toward the birth of a new world.Nancy Seifer, Author: When the Soul Awakens: The Path to Spiritual Evolution and a New World Era

Go on retreat in your own home with this practical and simple to follow guide; an hour a day is all it takes to change your life. It is packed with practical, real life advice and inspirational ideas on planning your retreat, from flasks to ear plugs. Moyra Irving has used her own experiences and knowledge to blast potential barriers out the water. This innovative book offers a 40 day retreat that can be split I to 5 mini eight day retreats. Each day of this retreat is mapped out for you with 40 separate messages, on everything from contemplation to acceptance, from patience to mastery. Written in a clear, accessible style it offers advice and exercises as a means of learning the skills of mindfulness and meditation. An excellent manual for anyone who has ever wanted to experience a retreat, but without the funds or time to facilitate it. This book is a must buy for anyone trying to navigate the vagaries of modern life. So what are you waiting for? Buy Take Me to the Mountain and go on retreat NOW!Dr Liz Boath, Reader in Health, Faculty of Health Sciences, Staffordshire University, UK.

How can I possibly distil my love, respect and admiration for a remarkable woman and her tireless inspirational work in only a few lines? I am beyond excited that Moyra has committed her genuine heartfelt wisdom and lifelong commitment to healing and spiritual growth to writing which will be an enduring testament, if one is needed, to her indefatigable spirit and inspiration to others. From running local free healing clinics and weekend retreats to setting up a charity with the aim to end world hunger, Moyra truly stands at the forefront of a new humanity. This book will speak to the heart of all those who are ready to answer the call of the ‘New Age’ – a call to reconnect with that sacred eternal place that dwells within the heart of each and everyone of us, a place from which humanity can be healed and propelled forward. The view from the mountain beckons and the journey begins here!Dawn Barrington (Post-Graduate Certificate in Emotional Education)

A remarkable work, conveying many spiritual truths with great simplicity and the authentic ring of personal experience. Guaranteed to prove both healing and redemptive.Julian Middleton Author & Astrologer




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Dying to Be Me: The Power of Transformation Four-Lesson Course with Anita Moorjani

dtbm-online-courseDate: July 11 – August 1, 2013, 4:00 pm – 5:30 pm, Pacific Time
Sponsored by: Hay House
Format: Lectures & Events
Location: Thursdays: 7/11, 7/18, 7/25 and 8/1,
Online Course, Hay House Radio

HayHouse.com: $75.00


In this inspiring and healing 4-week online course which you can take in the privacy of your own home, Anita will teach the four most powerful lessons she learned from her near death experience. These lessons have the ability to transform every aspect of our life, when applied to our daily lives. Anita’s strength is in being able to express the concepts she gleaned from her near-death experience in a practical and down to earth way that can be applied into our everyday life. She will talk about the importance of loving yourself and transforming your fears, and teach you how to bring a piece of heaven into everyday life.

She will also be taking calls from the listeners during the seminar each week.

Lesson 1: The Importance of Loving Yourself Unconditionally
July 11, 2013, 4:00 pm –5:30 pm, Pacific / 7:00 pm–8:30 pm, Eastern
Learning how to love herself was the most important lesson Anita learned from nearly dying, and was key in saving her life from end stage cancer. Wayne Dyer and Anita will dialogue in this session about self love, and how we have misconstrued it as a culture. Anita will speak in more detail about practical ways you can learn to love yourself unconditionally, and why it is so important to do so.
Lesson 2: Living Fearlessly
July 18, 2013, 4:00 pm – 5:30 pm, Pacific / 7:00 pm – 8:30 pm, Eastern
Loving yourself removes fear and doubt from your daily life, as fear and love cannot exist together. This session will be about how you can transcend your fearful thoughts so that fear is no longer the driving force behind all the decisions you make in your life. Anita will give you practical tips on how to become more aware of your fears, and in doing so, you will see improvements not only in your health, but everything else in your life, including your relationships.
Lesson 3: Realizing that Life is a Gift
July 25, 2013, 4:00 pm –5:30 pm, Pacific / 7:00 pm–8:30 pm, Eastern
Anita will talk about how to value life, and see the gift in even the most challenging situations, and learn how to surrender and trust in the moment. She will also help you to learn how to uncover the gift that is found in painful situations, and how to deal with the process of going through pain and fear. She will also speak about the importance of trusting your own instincts, especially during those times when you feel pain, fear and confusion, and how to access this part of yourself.
Lesson 4: Being Myself
Aug 1, 2013, 4:00 pm –5:30 pm, Pacific / 7:00 pm–8:30 pm, Eastern
In this session, Anita teaches that as we become aware of our greatness (or our magnificence) instead of our inadequacies, it allows us to be who we are – that is, to be who nature intended us to be. In realizing the importance of expressing our own truth, we free ourselves from trying to be or do what society expects of us, and we free ourselves from the perception of failing when we don’t live up to other people’s expectations. This also allows us to surrender and relax into our own truth with full acceptance. In this session, Anita will speak about how to just celebrate being ourselves, and the importance of being versus doing. She will also speak about how to shift from a state of “pursuing” what you believe is your purpose, to a state of “allowing” your purpose to unfold before you.

If you can’t make the live airdates, you can still join Anita!
For your convenience, all participants automatically receive downloadable mp3s of all 4 lessons. Each lesson will be uploaded into your account within a few days of its live airdate and will then be available for you to download anytime and will stay available in your customer account to listen to again and again! Hay House will send you a notification email when each lesson is available to download from your account. So you can still take the course no matter what your schedule! (Please note: All Live Online Event purchases are non-refundable.)


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“Mindele’s Journey ~ Memoir of a Hidden Child of the Holocaust” – Book Excerpt

Excerpt from “Mindele’s Journey ~ Memoir of a Hidden Child of the Holocaust” – an autobiography by Mariette Bermowitz.


As the days grew shorter and Poppa suddenly started paying attention to my whereabouts, saying he wanted me home earlier, I was afraid the news of my explorations in Brussels had gotten back to him. On my last walk in the Parc Royal with Jean we held hands and meandered through the patchwork of fallen leaves. Then we ran, kicking up a delicious smell of earth and musk. Jean laughed, and as I looked at him laughing, for some reason I felt like crying. I didn’t know why. It was just such a perfect moment, that day in the Parc Royal, and yet it felt like the end of something. It was dark when we returned to the Rue Ste. Anne. The streetlamp lighter was turning on the flame in the gaslights with his big stick. To me it looked like lights going up on a stage and at any moment the actors might appear. I took a bow in the haze of honey light and grabbed Jean’s hand as we skipped down the street singing, Nous sommes au théatre! Nous sommes au théatre! “We’re in the theater!”

Our merriment quickly died as soon as we came into the house. Poppa was sitting at his sewing machine, making a thunderous clattering sound as his foot worked the treadle. The air, as always, was stale with cigarette smoke. I looked at his back hunched over the table and thought how thin he was, emaciated really. His face reminded me of the pictures he kept in a drawer. The horrible pictures of people who were no more than skeletons, their eyes so deeply recessed they looked almost hollow. I watched him now, gripping a seam so tightly I was afraid the bones in his hand might crack.

book coverFrail though he appeared, Poppa was still one of the finest tailors. His friend Jakobowicz said that my father’s work was much in demand on the Rue Haute, which was hardly surprising as he approached the making of a suit as an artist would a painting. First there were the sketches, then swatches of material, canvas lining, padding, fillings, and finally paper patterns that hung on the wall. Sometimes the patterns got wet from the humidity and he had to cut new ones. When he held them up they made me think of a human being in the making. He placed the material on the table and carefully traced a line around the pattern with a piece of chalk. Next came the canvas that was to fit between the cloth and the lining. “That’s what makes the difference between a man and a mensch,” he would say. When I asked him what it meant, he said, “Well, a man will buy a suit that looks good on him, but a mensch wants to tell the world that it was his tailor who made him look so good.”

Sometimes, this attitude created problems for my father. He was such a perfectionist that before he could complete a suit, the customer had to have at least three or four fittings. Poppa would mold a little canvas here, a little canvas there, “To give a lift where nature forgot,” he said, laughing at the innuendo I was too young to understand. I will never forget the day I came home during one of those fittings when the conversation between Poppa and a customer had reached cataclysmic proportions.

“It’s not necessary,” said the customer, a rather large man whose body didn’t seem to have any definition except for a billowing midsection. He had no neck, and his head sat on his shoulders like an ostrich egg. My father wanted to readjust what nature had left out, and was trying to convince him that padding the shoulders would proportion the fit.
“No, I don’t want any stuffing!” the man shouted.

His voice was so loud I could hear him clear out on the street. I came inside the house just as my father shouted, “You putz, you! I’m trying to make you look like a mensch!”

All hell broke loose. I felt sure that if my father hadn’t been so small and frail, he would surely have landed through the window along with the stuffing. Instead, all the frustrated customer said was, “Use it on yourself, you midget putz!” and almost knocked me down as he stormed out the door.

Poppa collapsed in a chair and lit one of his Boule d’Or cigarettes. Gai kaken ahfen yam! “Go take a crap in the sea,” he muttered. It was one of his favorite expressions. Jean giggled and twisted his hands together. Poppa looked at him through the haze of cigarette smoke and shouted, Golem vu du bist. Schveig Shtill! “Idiot that you are, keep still!”

Stung by the unfairness of attacking Jean, I shouted, Paskudnyak! “You’re a mean person!” Poppa looked at me with hurt in his eyes. “That’s how one talks to a father?” he said, and Mme. Goldman started to cry. I cried with her.

Trying to cheer us all up and make amends for his horrible mood, Poppa suggested an outing to the terrace of the Métropole Hotel for ice cream. The hotel on the Place de Brouckère with its terrace that went all the way around the corner was one of my favorite places in Brussels. I loved the comfortable straw chairs, the heating ventilator under the canopy, the chance to watch the passersby. As soon as we arrived I excused myself and headed straight for the bathroom. Whether I needed to go there or not was immaterial. It was the walk down the hall with its plush rugs past the huge potted plants fanning the red sofas lining the walls. The bathroom itself was something out of my wildest dreams. A polished marble floor, porcelain sinks with swan shaped faucets and gilded mirrors decorated with angels. At the Métropole I could almost forget the Rue Ste. Anne with its putrid odor of backed up sewers. I ordered grenadine, the ruby syrup and mineral water drink I had loved when I visited my friend Louise at her family’s café in Fraiture. Now, watching the people go by on the Place de Brouckère as I sipped the luxurious concoction through a straw, it was almost heaven. Poppa watched as I twirled my glass, creating a storm of bubbles, and looked as if he was going to cry. But instead he said brusquely, “Let’s order some food. It’s getting cold here.”

The following week Poppa seemed to be feeling better. He tried his best to kibitz with Mme. Goldman, but she would have none of it. I don’t think she had forgiven him for having called her son a golem. The atmosphere in the apartment was tense, and I was glad when he decided to take me with him when he went to visit his friend Jakobowicz, the actor. They had known each other in Poland, and always joked and told stories. Jakobowicz performed in the Yiddish Theater and everything about him was theatrical, from his booming voice and peeling laughter, to the way he held his imitation tortoise shell cigarette holder. I was very impressed by his shiny gold tooth and the silk ascot he wore instead of a tie.

Poppa relished getting dressed up for these visits. Being somewhat of a dandy, he had made himself several suits that he wore for going out. Today he had chosen the blue pinstripe and his perfectly sized tan felt hat. The silk handkerchief so carefully poised in his lapel pocket matched his tie. Before we left he went into his secret hiding place, a cupboard only he had access to where he hid his stash of Boule d’Or cigarettes, and took out a small bottle of Chanel No. 5. I watched him remove the crystal stopper and put his nose to the scent, then dab it under each ear. I thought Poppa smelled like a movie star. I was so proud of him as we walked down the sunlit streets. It was a glorious fall afternoon, unexpectedly warm. Usually by now the cold winds had begun to sweep through the city, bringing rain and unhinging the few remaining leaves off the trees, but today the breeze was soft and mellow. Jakobowicz lived quite a distance away and we had to take a trolley. Since the weather was so fine, instead of catching the trolley at the far end of the Place du Grand Sablon, Poppa and I walked to the next stop, past all the beautiful shops. As we walked Poppa gave me instructions on what to say and not to say, because Jakobowicz had also invited a very special lady friend. Not wanting to speak Yiddish in public, I didn’t answer. Poppa stopped to ask what was wrong because it wasn’t like me to be so silent. But I just shook my head, and we continued on to the trolley stop.

The beautiful yellow trolley opened in the back so you could stand and look out at the city. Though Poppa knew I loved standing at the back, he led me inside the car with the other passengers. We sat down in a waft of Chanel No. 5, and Poppa started talking louder and louder. I cringed, still refusing to say a word in Yiddish. Then he leaned in closer to me and held out his finger. Nem, he said, “Squeeze my finger.” I innocently took his finger and squeezed it. It was like a trigger. My father, the perfumed dandy, let out the biggest fart I had ever heard. I couldn’t believe my ears. The sound reverberated through the entire trolley car and heads turned, aghast. People got up and changed their seats. My father was quietly laughing to himself.

It was the last time I didn’t answer him in Yiddish. But when we got to our destination there was to be an even bigger embarrassment, for the “lady friend” of Jakobowicz was really a set up for my father. His buddy wanted him to meet someone better than Mme. Goldman. And there was no chance of my saying the wrong thing, for I couldn’t speak at all. Though I hardly liked Mme. Goldman, it was inconceivable that this other woman, this perfect stranger, might take her place. Though nothing came of the meeting, something had changed. Some fragment of security, of wellbeing, had slipped away and I knew nothing would be quite the same again.


EDITORS NOTE: “Mindele’s Journey: Memoir of a Hidden Child of the Holocaust” has been accepted at the Yivo Institute for Jewish Research as part and to be included in their Holocaust Collections. Congratulations and well done Mariette from all your friends at Inspirational Storytellers!



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Inspirational Storytellers – 1st Radio Season Finale!

Wow, what a wonderful way to end our first season here at Inspirational Storyteller Radio by having some amazing guests call in and share their stories with us on-air! Grateful to have been able to share with you these amazing ladies on the show:

Click here to listen to the Show – Sharing Our Stories
(or find the link to this Blogtalk Radio Show in the right side column and press PLAY).

Top (left to right): Mariette Bermowitz, Carmela Tal Baron, Michelle Casto, Tanya von Zychlinsky. Bottom (left to right): Jane Doyle, Memphis Robson-Frentz, Jeanne Ross.


Jane G. Doyle – Jane is writing a book, Expect Your Miracle, a collection of miraculous healing stories of people who are living theirs. The book’s purpose is to inspire others and to redirect their thinking and actions so they can create their own personalized healing formula, or a unique prescription for wellness. Once Jane realized this, she was able to create and expect her own miracles. To learn more, please visit http://www.ExpectYourMiracle.com and http://www.facebook.com/expectyourmiraclebook
Tanya von Zychlinsky – Tanya von Zychlinsky is a world citizen, visionary spiritual guide, inspirational storyteller, and creative channel, Tanya has been on America’s ABC TV, returning special guest on radio shows, co-directing ”Evolution’s Child”, and emoting her own poetry on stage. Tanya is a word weaver, published author: A creative vortex, visionary, and voice for good. She connects people with their passions activating their clarity, creativity, commitment, and courage to make their dreams real. If you want to experience real magic in your love, life, and leadership, you’ve got to ground and grow your Spirit on earth. Tanya can show you how. To learn more about Tanya and her work, please visit: http://www.paintingprosperity.com http://www.facebook.com/pages/Painting-Prosperity/132799880127263
Carmela Tal Baron – Carmela is the Founder of Designs for Enlightenment · New York. Carmela is an interdisciplinary artist. She sings, writes poetry, paints and creates prints. As a bilingual (English-Hebrew) writer, she has written and illustrated children’s books, and has shown and performed her visionary art in many different venues in the U.S. and Israel.
Michelle Lynn Casto – Michelle Casto is a guiding light and Destiny & Success mentor. An advocate for ‘everyday enlightenment’ and full soul expression, Michelle Casto, “The Destiny Diva,” expertly blends human psychology, spirituality, and the science of success into a powerful formula for personal transformation. Her proven Destiny Success Process (Awake-Shift-Shine-Succeed) empowers people to grow beyond victim mentality and shows them how to be conscious creators of their life. FREE Gifts and inspiration at : http://www.BrightLightCoach.com/ and http://www.facebook.com/brightmichelle333
Jeanne Ross – Jeanne is the author of “My Life in Disguise”, an inspirational story about her life as a disguise technician for the CIA. She is a poet, writer, painter, and gives lectures on Esoteric Color, The Spiritual in Art, Color Consciousness, and the Seven Rays as it applies to the color spectrum. She has traveled extensively throughout eighty plus countries, and has been an occult student of the South American Andean traditions. Jeanne is living, writing, and painting in Baja Mexico. Learn more about Jeanne here: http://mylifeindisguise.com/ http://bajaartist.net/ http://color-consciousness.com/
Memphis Robson-Frentz – Memphis is a graphic designer with a difference! She has a dream to sell ONE MILLION GREETING CARDS to raise money to build 100 homes for families in the slums of Tijuana, Mexico. For more information on the One Million Cards Project please visit : https://www.facebook.com/onemillioncards And to visit the website of Memphis and her amazingly funky and creative designs and products, please click here: http://memphis.co.nz/
Mariette Bermowitz – Mariette was born in Brussels in 1938. Her father, the only other survivor of the family, brought her to live in Brooklyn when she was twelve. By making a career of teaching the French language and culture, she inspired her students and stayed connected to the world she had lost. She is a co-founder of the Miette Culinary Studio and has traveled extensively and is fluent in several languages. In Mariette’s book, “Mindele’s Journey, A Memoir of a Hidden Child of the Holocaust” Mariette gives a voice to those who were silenced http://mindelesjourney.com/

If you click on the book links you can also find more books by these authors on Amazon.


flower-bouquetAnd a very BIG bouquet of flowers and much love and gratitude to the one and only, Nancy Wait, the very shiny light who led the way as Hostess for our first season on Inspirational Storyteller Radio! Nancy will be beginning her own radio show anew once more @ Art & Ascension.

nancy-aboutusFor those who know Nancy you know she has hosted many a wonderful show at Art & Ascension! We will keep you updated on Nancy’s upcoming shows as well as news about when Season Two of Inspirational Storyteller Radio will begin.

Thank you one and all for joining with us! Whether you have shared the inspiration, or been inspired….we are very grateful to you all.



Season Finale – love note from Nancy Wait

This Tuesday, April 30th, 2013, will be our last show of the series we began three months ago on Inspirational Storytellers on Blog Talk Radio. I am grateful to all the guests who have come on our show to share their stories, and to my friend and co-host, Lynne Ralph (aka Lynne Maree) for her tireless work in creating and promoting our guests and their stories on her website, Inspirational Storytellers. It is our stories that give meaning to the world. And meaning to our own lives.

Behind everything, there is a story. Did you write a shopping list? There’s a story behind each one of the items you’ve chosen. There’s a story behind your need for them too. The shoes you’re wearing have a story to tell. Life itself is a myriad of stories—funny, sad, poignant, tragic, ennobling, confusing, difficult to express sometimes, which is why we salute those who do write their stories, and those that even make the attempt. Those who write fiction draw from their own experiences, so we salute them too, as well as those who write from their imagination.

storyWhen you put your story out there, you are making a difference. Even if you don’t share it with anyone, you are changing the world because you have changed the energy in your room. You’ve changed the way your molecules vibrate. In opening up, in putting your story down on paper, you are putting it outside yourself. So it is no longer just inside you. And in that process, you are making yourself more real in the world.

But we haven’t only had writers on the show; we’ve had people who have taken it upon themselves to inspire others the way that they have been inspired. It may have been to take a leap of faith. Or to pick themselves up after a disappointment, when the life they had previously known fell apart. And they want to share how they did it, what steps they took, and how they ended up finding a new life, new meaning, and a new perspective.

wounded-wisdomWe’ve also talked with a couple of artists who, aside from doing their own work, support others in taking up the brush in order to access a deeper part of themselves. Perhaps a hidden part, or a more real part, but definitely an aspect that has not been acknowledged or dealt with—the creative side, which makes all things possible. Whenever you dream that you can do something, you must do it. You need to make a start, and believe in yourself, and do whatever you can to keep that belief going, no matter what. Because we are all here to fulfill the dream of ourselves. A dream that I believe, we came in with at birth.

Our job, the purpose of this show, has been for a short period of time, to say Hurrah! to those who have been inspired to follow their dream, to follow their heart, and have lived to tell the tale. Sending out sparks, as it were, so that others may be ignited with the courage to get on with it, and share their light too. Never underestimate the power of a single spark!

mandy-quoteIt’s all about sharing the light. If you have done the work of transforming your darkness into light, you will naturally want to share it, so that others may be inspired to share their stories as well, and we all may be encouraged to keep peering into our shadows, lighting up the darkness! Re-energizing ourselves and all we come in contact with—with the energy of lightness, the fire of creativity. So say it loud, and say it clear, because we cherish your radiance!



Born Remembering

carol-lambThis coming Tuesday (4/23) join Nancy Wait as she chats with Carol Lamb, writer, teacher and founder member of Rainbow Light Foundation, an international teaching organization based in the North of England.

Born Remembering is the story of the journey of the soul and the continuity of consciousness, a true account of premonition, pre-cognition and retained soul memory of other lives. How channeled communication indicating a predetermined plan to establish a healing network became a reality in line with the dynamic shift now occurring, as medical science and the soul sciences merge.

For the past seven years The Living Memory Research Trust has collated a comprehensive archive of documented and monitored clinical case studies acquired over a twenty-year period through their clinics and therapist training programme. These inspirational healing experiences reveal the multi dimensional nature of consciousness and the eternal journey of the soul.

The seminar and Workshop programme ‘Converting Celestial Energies into Bio Chemical Formulas’ explores the link between soul memory, epigenetics, medical astrology and healing through sound and will be available online in June 2013 through The Academy of Spiritual Sciences.

Direct Link to Inspirational Storytellers Radio Show with Carol Lamb ~ “Born Remembering ~ Spiritual Genetics”, Tuesday 23 April 2013, 5pm Eastern.




This is the story of the journey of the soul, the continuity of consciousness beyond the body and most of all, remembering.

A healer’s paranormal experience of retained soul memory of other lives, of premonition and pre-cognition, never discussed until a predestined meeting forty years later triggered a tsunami of events.

An investigation into paranormal experience, memory of other lives and angelic connection. A true account of spontaneous soul recognition of shared lives, initially experienced by an unsuspecting group who came together in 1991 to become the storytellers from the past.

Born Remembering documents the benevolent communication of Ascended Masters guiding planetary evolution, as we face the challenges of the transition to a new age of consciousness.

Direct channelled communication and the step by step fulfilment of prophetic guidance indicated predestination. The unfolding of a divine blueprint revealed a Life Plan and shared purpose along with a request to:

‘Tell them… You come to the Earth of learning… you learn or you fail to learn… you return and return again to the vain forgetting and the endless remembering of home.’


Chapter 1

I was born remembering. It would be some years before I realised that others did not. As I gazed up at the twinkling stars in the black velvet night sky, they seemed to my childish eyes to beckon and to call. Which one of them was my true home, I wondered, for I was sure that this was not. As I heard my mother’s voice calling that it was bedtime, I came back to the awareness of my body and the coldness of the stone step on which I was sitting, arms folded around my knees. I stared down at the scuffed shoes and wrinkled ankle socks, suddenly feeling very small once more. I was six years old.

In the early 1950s the harsh realities of daily life in a Lancashire mill town in the North of England left little room for dreams. The people around me were practical, hardworking and friendly with the dry humour for which Lancashire folk are renowned, qualities I came to value in later life. Children were expected to be ‘seen and not heard’ and a strict code of behaviour was the norm. Almost all the adults I knew, women as well as men, worked in the local cotton mills; the post war years had left a legacy of an emancipated female work force reluctant to return to their former financial dependency upon male breadwinners. Some mothers remained at home to care for children but many worked full time with childcare shared between close relatives and near neighbours. Equal opportunities and the ‘new man’ had not yet arrived; housework and childcare was almost exclusively the province of women with ultimate discipline generally vested in the fathers. Throughout my childhood I remember only one single parent family, the mother in question being a widow.

In the nineteenth century, traditional cottage industries of spinning and weaving had provided the cloth for which Lancashire and Yorkshire were to become world famous. By the twentieth century the Industrial Revolution had evolved, spawning the huge cotton mills of Lancashire and the woollen mills of Yorkshire. My own parents both worked in the same cotton mill, my mother returning to work when my baby sister was three months old. The management of the Lilac Mill had shown great foresight in their attempts to retain their skilled women workers; childcare was available to employees for children from six weeks to twelve years of age. Part-time work was unknown; parents brought their children to the nursery at 7.30 am and collected them at 5.00 pm. Nursery nurses cared for the under fives, while those of school age were escorted to and from the local infant and junior schools before being collected again by parents at the end of a long day for all concerned.

My day began when I was awakened by my mother at 6.15 am. My clearest memories are of winter mornings and the reluctance to move from the warmth of the bed. My first view of the day was seen through the beautiful leaf patterns traced by the heavy overnight frost, not on the outside but on the inside of my bedroom window. Central heating was unknown and there was no heating at all in bedrooms. I would hurry to the warmth of the kitchen in my nightgown to dress before the open fire in the clothes my mother had laid out the previous night.

The bus depot was situated opposite my parents’ house. Each morning mill workers congregated at the end of the street to queue for the convoy of buses which would take them the thirty minute journey to the mills in the next town. Men automatically gave up their seats to allow women to sit, often standing for the duration of the journey; it was unheard of for children to take a seat if an adult was standing. My earliest awareness of pregnancy was when I was no longer able to sit on my mother’s knee at five years old because of ‘the baby in her tummy’. ‘Standing room only’ meant I would spend the journey clinging to the chrome bar of the seat as the bus lurched and swayed, trying to ignore the waves of travel sickness to which I was prone. I would jump down from the bus with relief to walk the remaining quarter of a mile to the cobbled mill yard and the welcoming warmth as we entered the factory building.

The warmth of the nursery enveloped me as we entered and hung up our coats and scarves, leaving our Wellington boots by the door, the numbness of my fingers and toes thawing as I anticipated a breakfast of tea and toast. By the age of seven I was sometimes allowed to assist in the kitchen by carrying the trays of toast into the nursery. Mrs Ramsden, the cook, might have stepped straight out of a Dickens novel: middle aged, a round, ample bosomed figure, sandy brown hair swept up with wisps continually escaping from her cap. Always smiling, she was a handsome woman, yet somehow there was also a hint of sadness around her which I didn’t understand. She would slice the bread and my job was to butter the huge slices as they popped up from the giant toaster. Bustling around the kitchen, setting the trays of drinks, she would encourage me to ‘Put plenty on now, don’t scrape it off again.’ There was something very satisfying about buttering the mountains of toast to carry them through to the waiting children.

One morning as Mrs Ramsden toasted and I buttered we chatted away and I asked if she had any children. Her eyes misted over as she replied that her little girl was now in heaven, gone to join her daddy. I asked why her daddy had gone to heaven and she explained that he had been ill and was very tired and so had gone to Jesus. Her daughter, she explained, had been so sad that she had died of a broken heart. As tears filled her eyes she said, ‘One day I will see them both again, till then they’re with the Lord.’ I wasn’t too sure who The Lord was and had stopped buttering the bread, wondering why she could not see the little girl who was dancing round the kitchen as she spoke, for I somehow knew this was her daughter. She wiped the tears away saying, ‘Come on now, lots of butter, we must get on.’ This was one of my earliest experiences of ‘the other world’ and I instinctively knew not to ask any more questions or to volunteer the information……

You may download [Chapter 1 ~ Remembering] by clicking here.



Carol’s publications – http://www.bornremembering.com/Publications.html

The Rainbow Light Foundation – http://www.rainbowlightfoundation.net/Welcome.html

The Academy of Spiritual Sciences


Some links and key people and research mentioned during the Radio Show:

Professor Bruce Lipton – Cellular Research Scientist, Epigentics ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjjvimJRevQ

Rupert Sheldrake – Biologists Morphogentic Fields ~ http://www.sheldrake.org

Bruce Lipton’s website ~ http://www.brucelipton.com/

Marcus Pembrey: Professor of Clinical Genetics, Epigentics and inherited Memory ~ http://www.bbc.co.uk/sn/tvradio/programmes/horizon/ghostgenes.shtml

Amit Goswami – Professor of Physics ~ http://www.amitgoswami.org

The Academy of Spiritual Sciences ~ http://www.theacademyofspiritualsciences.net

Paranormal Matters Blog Talk Radio ~ http://www.blogtalkradio.com/paranormalmatters

The Living Memory Research Trust: http://www.rainbowlight.uk.com/Living_Memory.html



When Wolf Steps In

Wolf, brother and guide to man….

james-beardThough I have been attending Native American ceremonies for a few years, there were still many native people who would basically be cordial, but distant.  Especially the women of the tribe.  An Anglo stands out in this population and the people have become leery of visitors to their sacred ceremonies.

This particular ceremony was in the fourth day and it was nearing midnight. The ceremonies were ongoing and started early in the morning for that day. I was standing near the doorway of the teaching lodge listening to the teachings being given in the fom of oral stories of the people. An art and a way that is timeless in passing on the knowledge of the people.

To my surprise, a young woman in her early twenties walked up to me as I stood near the lodge listening to the teachings being given inside.  “Excuse me”, she said, “I want to ask if you could help me.  I need a ride back to my motel.”  She looked down at her son, who was about four, and continued.  “We have been here since six thirty this morning and my grandmother is in the lodge right now.  It looks like it will be going on for a long time and my son is exhausted.”  I answered that I would be happy to give her a ride.

I could not help but feel honored that a woman of the people would trust me.  It must have taken a lot of courage for her to even ask.

When we got in the car she commented to me, “I am thinking of leaving the lodge!”

I thought about what she had said.  Why is she telling me, an outsider, this, that she would be thinking of leaving the lodge.

“Why would you want to leave the lodge?” I asked.

wolf song 2“I don’t want to, but my aunties on my rez are all Christian and they are always after me about my beliefs.  They tell me I am a pagan and devil worshiper.  That I will go to hell if I do not change my ways.  I am tired of their constant criticisms and if I leave the lodge they will get off my back.” She replied.

I answered.  “I really don’t know what I can tell you to help.  I am not a member of the Medicine Society and can’t be since I am not an Indian.  I guess all I can tell you is why I, a white man, would come to these ceremonies.”

I told her how I had come to be invited to ceremony a few years ago.  I spoke about how my brothers, Austin and Pellie, befriended me and began to share teachings that changed my life. How each time I come and help, I feel re energized and whole with myself.  What I had learned about myself and where I came from, so as to understand where I am going in this lifetime and on.  How I learned to laugh.

When I finished she said to me; “You have helped me see that this is my path.  I am going to stay in the Midewiwin Lodge and I now understand why this is so important for me and my son.  You know, it really is special how Creator puts signs on our road to help us when we need it.”

Wolf-White-Wolf-Pictures-HD-Wallpaper“Yes”, I answered.  “This trip seems to be all about seeing the signs.  On the way here, Pellie, my brother, and I went through several white out snow storms.  When it looked like it could only get worse, we saw a white wolf run across the road in front of our car.  We both knew the road would clear up after that and it did. Then, a little further down the road, we saw a grey wolf on the side of the road, watching us pass.  We knew then that the road would stay dry for the rest of the trip.  I never would have accepted that a few years ago.  Today I know that Creator works with each of us in mysterious ways.”

There was dead silence in the car and I looked at her.  Her face was aghast as she looked at me.  I asked; “What is the matter?  Are you okay?”

She answered slowly and with deep reverence as she looked down at the little boy sleeping on her lap, “My son is White Wolf and I am Grey Wolf.”

Nothing more was said until we arrived at her motel, some fifty miles from the Rez.  We both knew something very profound had happened, and it was not a coincidence I was the one to give her a ride to her motel.


by: James Beard aka Noodin ~ an Excerpt from: White Mocs on the Red Road, Walking Spirit in a Native Way


Copyright © 2012 James B. Beard
All rights reserved.



Interview with James Beard, aka Noodin on Inspirational Storyteller Radio 04/16/2013 5 pm EASTERN

“To be centered is to stand alone together”


Mission Statement: To make available to all people an understanding of Native American culture in order to provide strong personal and community values.

Cultural Story Teller, Educator, Speaker and Author James Beard, aka Noodin, lives in Monadnock State Park, in Jaffrey, New Hampshire on Mt. Monadnock where he works as a Park Ranger, Interpreter, Camp Host and Wilderness Responder. He maintains an area of the park to honor this special place he refers to as Mona, with a ceremonial fire, a medicine healing lodge and areas for native and cultural gatherings. These things are done to protect Mona.

His first book, White Mocs on the Red Road – Walking Spirit in a Native Way, is uniquely presented to aid people in gaining insight to the mysteries of the Elder teachings of the Traditional Native American.

Programs offered through Northeast American Cultural Resource provide insight to cultural values and personal ethics to aid people in finding ways to enrich their lives. The intent of this site is to encourage awareness of Native American teachings and Native American people. It is a pathway to give those seeking knowledge of their heritage a place to begin. The hope is that all people will understand and respect Creator as well as the Native American people with their rich culture.

In the words of Noodin,

“My white heritage is enhanced by ancient teachings we all once had. I walk a
red road in order to better understand the original teachings of all people.”