Connections, Calendars, Calibrators

Picked up one of those ad papers in an office one day, brought it home to look through and learned about a fair that was presenting at the IX Center in Cleveland. Since I’m interested in the fairs I gave it a look through. Two whole pages of faces stared at me and I went through each to see if I knew anyone since I run in some of the circles around town.

One face literally jumped out at me. He was a teacher of the Mayan Calendar from Hawaii and his name was Chris. When I saw his face, he literally jumped out at me and I mean just that. Although I’d never seen this man before nor even heard his name, I KNEW him and I knew I was supposed to see him.

So the weekend arrived when he would be in town and I went to the IX Center and paid my admission ticket and went to find him. It wasn’t easy, the place was HUGE and filled with thousands. When I found him he was with another person and I waited patiently til they left and then I sat down across from Chris and we began our interaction. I’d studied the Mayan calendar for a brief period and loved it and wanted to see how my reading would differ from the normal reading using say Tarot or other divination.

Chris got some information from me then looked at pages in his book. He stopped and looked again and then said, “You’re SUPPOSED to be here!” I calmly said, “I know.” He looked up as though I hadn’t heard him and said once again, “No. You’re SUPPOSED to be here!”

I stood and leaned over the table and got one inch in front of his face and said, “I KNOW!” Then sat back down.

He looked stunned, sat back in his chair for a minute, then put all the books that were on the table away and reached for bigger books to put in front of him. He was an incredibly talented reader and just knew he needed more information.

He spent an hour with me, which was way more than the time I paid for. In that hour he told me something that stuck with me because it has affected my whole life and I never knew what that was until he told me. He said that I am a human “re-calibrator.” He said I bring about change wherever I go and that I could walk into a room and people would automatically dislike or hate me because people hate change. That’s my life in a nutshell. I never understood people and their reactions to me when they didn’t even know me, yet I would do just that – walk into a room and get the dirtiest looks from people I didn’t even know. I never understood it until Chris told me that people pick up my vibration instantaneously and that when they do, they hate me or have an instant dislike for me. I always looked in the mirror to see if I had a perpetual smart-assed look on my face. I didn’t think I did, so I must have looked perplexed instead.

He told me that I can see where we are and where we need to be and then go about making the change. I guess that’s what a calibrator does. Or is it a re-calibrator, to this day I don’t understand which it is.

Chris gave me a number to reach him since we hit it off really big and then he had a talk to do on the Mayan Calendar and keys which opened up the 4th and 5th dimensions. I attended the talk and loved it. Chris had keys written in a booklet that are timeless and when you meditate on the key for the day it opens up the Mayan calendar which spirals and is dimensional. He gave us one key as an example and I found myself in a portal moving at quantum speed and hung out with the stars for a bit. Whoa! What an experience! So I definitely knew the keys worked and I also knew this guy was brilliant for creating the keys.

A few months went by and I called Chris in Hawaii and we got to talking about the Mayan calendar. I told him I had cards with all the glyphs on it but one was missing and I had to make a copy. He asked which one and I told him and he said, “Isn’t that funny! I have the same set of glyphs and I have an extra of the one you are missing!”

I knew I was supposed to see him! We had a connection through the Mayan Calendar and when he spiraled into Cleveland I spiraled around to see him. Things on Earth spiral. They’re not lineal as is the Gregorian Calendar which relates to hopelessness. The Mayan calendar is in sync with how things move on Earth – in a spiral – relating to hope. If you look at the seeds of a sunflower – they spiral. The nests of birds and bees spiral, the wood of the trees when you cut them down – spiral. Fibonacci understood the spiraling of all things in nature. But that’s another story.




My Crazy Childhood

I was born the third child of seven in a middle class family. My mother got sick shortly after I was born so I was passed around various family members for four years along with my older brother and sister until she was well enough to come and be our mother again.

When she finally made it home I was a stranger to her, but she desperately wanted to get to know me and so tried to make up for the four years she was gone.  By that time, for me, it was too late.  I was damaged.  Insecure, shy, awkward and a geek was me.  My brothers and sisters were sane and crazy and full of laughter and fun and I just managed to tag along on their star trails as they flew through my universe.  How I wanted to be like them!

Sickly little me – I always seemed to be sick and because I never really knew who I was or that my mother wasn’t too busy to care for me, well, she actually was – when you have four babies (twins) inside of three years, she was crazy busy (she and dad wasted no time after she got home) so I never wanted to bother her when I got ill.  I devised ways to feel better which I guess set the stage for what I do now, all these years later, healing is my tradition and I teach it to others.

I don’t know what I’d have become if my mother wasn’t out of my life in my first four years of being on this earth.  I probably wouldn’t recognize myself!  My family was closely bonded and my dad worked three jobs to feed and clothe all of us.  I know he was tired but we never lacked for love in our home.  Mom was always sick so dad worked to pay hospital and doctor bills.  Still, she managed all seven of us and as my aunt would say, “you could eat off her floors!”

My older brother was a genius.  He taught himself to be an electrical engineer by reading books and always held a steady job in his field.  My sister Ann was gorgeous and so was married when she was 17.  The twins were crazy clean freaks and still are.  One never married and the other married a control freak and stayed with him til he died. Then she celebrated instead of mourned.

My two youngest brothers were real characters. When they were very young you never saw them standing up.  They were always on the ground beating the crap out of each other.  There was never a time that they were together that they weren’t wrestling or just plain beating the crap out of each other. We just ignored it cuz we couldn’t stop it.  My youngest brother Chris used to wear a white plastic mixing bowl on his head when he was about two years old because he wanted to be a soldier.  He carried around a wooden rifle (to this day we call him rifleman) and he’d shoot at all of us.

One day when all us kids were together, Chris walked into the room and asked, “Hey, where’s Hey?”  We just all looked at him like it was the first time we’d ever seen him. I guess none of us had ever paid enough attention to the fact that he called my other brother Joe, “Hey.”  Now Joe was the second youngest, the one that Chris always fought with and he was a character and is still to this day.  So my oldest brother Ralph, the instigator, asked Chris while pointing to Joe in the corner – Chris had missed him and came looking for him – and Ralph said to Chris, “Who is that?”  And Chris looked at Ralph like he was joking and trying to pull something over on him, and said, “That’s HEY!”  We couldn’t believe it.

Some background on this.  Joe was always in trouble so every time he would be doing something he shouldn’t, all of us would yell at him and it was always the same.  We never used his name “Joe” because it was easier to use another three letter word –  “Hey”.  Whenever any of us yelled at Joe we called him Hey.  Hey! Get out of there!!!  Hey! Stop that!!!  Hey! Beat it!!!  Hey! Put that down!!!!

So naturally Chris thought Joe’s name was Hey.  When Ralph asked Chris what that kid in the corner’s name was, Chris looked at him as though he were kidding and said, “That’s Hey!  When Ralph (and we were all incredulously cracking up) explained that Joe’s name was actually Joe we will never forget the look on Chris’ face to learn that Hey was Joe.  He even denied it and went to ask mom.

If you don’t find this funny then I guess you’d had to have been there.

The twins were just plain nuts. When they were very young they both sucked their thumbs and sat on the couch very early in the morning and bounced – actually rocked would be a better word – back and forth in a very synchronized move that had to be admired in its simplicity.  Then they’d begin to argue and as they argued they got loud. They got so loud that Ralph gave them the name the Claxon Twins after the fog horns on ships.

Chris played a few instruments like the trumpet and the guitar.  When he’d play the trumpet he’d always play it at 11:00 at night when we all went to try to sleep.  No one could sleep until Chris was finished playing his trumpet.  It got old.  Ann got upset one night because she was tired so she grabbed a lemon and went upstairs and sucked on the lemon until Chris stopped playing.  He couldn’t blow while watching Ann suck on a lemon.  That does actually work!!

One morning we played “Taps” to wake up the boys.  It was very early in the morning and they had kept everyone up really late with their carryings on.  So we got even with them by playing “Taps” very very loud at around 6 a.m.  That showed ’em!

These are just a few stories from when we were growing up in a large family. When I can think of more I’ll share them.  Thanks for listening (reading). Hope it wasn’t too long.

If Your Child Is Weird

I’ve recently watched Ed Sheeran’s biography video. If you haven’t seen it then go to Youtube and watch it. It’s one you don’t want to miss. Anyway, he said he was a weird kid and I understand what he meant because I was also a weird one.

I’ve written a little about my beginnings in my book, Warrior Spirit Path of Medicine (Balboa Press) so I don’t want to duplicate all of that except to say I was passed around a lot when I was a baby because my mother was sick for four years after my birth. I never did have the bonding experience most children have and that led me to be awkward and ok, “weird” was me. I was a loner and took to nature where I didn’t feel so out of place. I was also a very sickly child and because my mother, when she finally did make it home, was so busy with my six siblings, I never wanted to draw her attention away from all she had to do so I tended my own illnesses.

Did I mention I have always been on a path of healing? It began when I was about 8 years old. I used to have anxiety attacks and the way I got out of them was to breathe and take myself into visualizations. Now in my healing work I take people into breathing therapy and visualizations. Go figure.

But Ed Sheeran also speaks about the years he had a stutter and how writing music and singing helped him.

When I was in my teens I also developed a stutter. I couldn’t finish a sentence without feeling exasperation and frustration. I began to fervently pray about it and one night, in my early twenties, I fell asleep and this is what I dreamt: I was climbing up a steep precipice, grabbing at small bushes and trees to help me around all the obstacles. As I climbed, I heard people and began shouting for help. As I got nearer the top a group of people heard me and looked over the edge to see me climbing and helped me up to the top. They were very friendly and kind and told me they wanted me to meet someone. They took me to a tall, thin man with long flowing white hair and beard down to the ground. He was dressed in blue robes. He looked at me and smiled and said they had been waiting for me and I was to stay with them for 6 months and “play ball.” With that the others took me out into a big grassy field and we literally began to play ball!

I kept a record of that dream from the time I dreamt it to the time six months had passed. At the end of 6 months I no longer stuttered. I woke up one morning six months after the playing ball dream and was able to speak without stuttering.

I’ve had prophetic dreams for as far back as I can remember. I would see things happen in dream sometimes years before they would happen in my life. I’ve always had visions and they would always be around 3 a.m. If I lost something I would ask for a dream to show me where it was or when I would get it back. Some things were found but some things were just meant to be lost and never found.

Yes, some children are strange or weird. I was one of them. But my weirdness manifested in ways that led me to the path I was meant to be on. So I guess Ed and I are trying to tell parents with weird children that it’s ok for your child to be weird. They’re meant to do something else in this life or with their lives. Don’t worry too much about them. Kids are resourceful. They’ll find their own way sooner or later. The obstacles they face are there to make life interesting and challenging. Maybe not to you, but to them. Help as much as you are asked to help. Otherwise try not to worry too much.


Grandmother always told us we had lost our connection to spirit and nature. She was right. By the time I met her I was totally lost. Even my words weren’t coming out right I had so lost the connection to myself. I had no idea who I was and my connection to spirit was broken. I prayed constantly to find balance within myself so when my prayers began to be answered I questioned the source that sent me the help I needed. I couldn’t identify that it was help at all. That’s how lost I was.

She broke down our defenses first. I imagine going through that was a lot like what soldiers go through in basic training. Break down what we think we are and what we think we know, which, for me at the time was inaccurate and corrupt. Who was I? Why was I here? Where was I going? I wasn’t worth it. What exactly was “it?” I really had forgotten who I was.

So I began meditating intensely and reconnecting to my source through silence and stillness. Eventually, distractions were no longer needed. It was important that I just be in the silence of myself. I still go for long periods without any kind of distractions such as tv, radio, phone. I never listen to the NEWS. News of what? Whatever the powers that be decide to bombard us with to keep us distracted. What can we actually do in another’s universe? Unless we choose to step into their universe – absolutely nothing. I try to stay focused and make my life worth living and calm, peaceful and loving. Those around me don’t actually mind living in my universe so something’s working. If something is brought to my door I deal with it in the best way I know how and go right on living.

Nature. I listen to the natural world and enjoy the sights and sounds of the critters who show up. One day, not long ago I actually had a male ring-necked pheasant in my yard. Someone said they were on the verge of extinction. So I looked up what the pheasant represented and it said,

“Although the female pheasant is rather plain looking, the males of this species have eye-popping color to their look and pizzazz to their attitudes. They are flashy creatures who love to flaunt themselves to the ladies – nature made them perfect for this. The body of a pheasant animal totem shows us that nature is endlessly creative and beautiful, as long as we take the time to look. In addition to creativity and male flamboyance, pheasant spiritual guides represent passion, sexuality, and attraction. They have extremely active sexual libidos and know how to utilize their gifts to get what they want.”
Well, alrighty then! What can I say? At the time I wasn’t feeling all that creative, or beautiful. I guess I was going to be more creative, passionate and attractive. Within a short time I noticed I was being more creative and I actually was being noticed by the opposite sex. Not that I was trying. I’m shorter and rounder than I’ve ever been! But that didn’t seem to matter much to those who were noticing.

Nature speaks. That’s the lesson. Do we take the time to notice or do we just say, “Oh LOOK! There’s a pheasant!” And think nothing about the fact that pheasants don’t often come to the city. Or that they may be on the endangered list.

On another note. There was a celebration in southern Ohio that I wanted to attend. I desperately wanted to be there and asked Creator to hold up starting til I got there. The sun was setting and I knew they’d start without me if it got too low. The sun HAD to be up for the celebration. I drove like a maniac to get there. I put it out to all of creation to hold on and that I would be there.

I kept driving and finally made my destination. When I got there all were waiting for me and I was able to take part in the festivities. The master of ceremony looked at me and said, “The sun waited for you to come. It hasn’t moved from where it is in an hour! It literally hung where it’s at in the sky until you got here.” I replied that I had asked it to not go down any further because I really wanted to be here to be a part of this. He replied that it heard me and waited.

All of nature listens to us and hears us speak. It honors our requests. We are that powerful. We just have to remember.



Ok. I’m just a little P.O.’d. I probably shouldn’t say anything at all seeing that there are already 81 doctors dead that were helping people feel better naturally.  Apparently their crime entails endangering the status quo of pharmaceuticals and stocks and making western medicine look bad because their natural ways are healing people of things like cancer and autism and a plethora of diseases that plague society.  Anyway, these 81 doctors died horribly, some along with their families! All in a span of a year and a half! Suicides they say.  I’m appalled that nothing is mentioned on any news station on TV or radio which says a lot about who owns those stations.  We’re in big trouble when no one acknowledges that there is a Gestapo right here in America that blatantly kills people right under our noses and doesn’t care who knows about it.  Where do we go? Why don’t we all speak out and let them know it won’t be tolerated?  Who will stand and fight?  Natural is following the nature of all of these unspeakable crimes. Go there. Read about what’s happening because you won’t hear about it on the news. The article: Dead Doctors, Dead Patients and Corporate Bullying – How the FDA is the New Murder Inc. They say the pen is mightier than the sword.  Let’s flood wordpress with articles about these crimes so everyone knows what’s happening.  We must fight back somehow.  If I die because of all of this it won’t be because of suicide.

How Plants Speak

While many people I know talk to plants, myself included, I’ve had several occasions in my life where plants have spoken to me.

I love walking and spending time alone in nature. It’s very healing to do so and as a child I would often spend hours among the woods and forest. We lived on four acres that backed up to hundreds of acres when I was a kid and there wasn’t much going on in the country so I’d spend my days in those woods.

One day I remember a strange sensation as I walked those woods – a surreal feeling as though walking into another dimension. The plant that drew me in was a large shrub with spikes on it. Have you ever seen a Hawthorne berry shrub? I’ve actually stepped on one of those spikes and they hurt! The feeling of being drawn into the consciousness of a plant is very strange indeed. It feels as though it attracts your attention and you have no recourse other than to move toward it. The Hawthorne berry shrub drew me like that. Pulled me toward it and actually said, “hello” inside of my head. It was as though it whispered the word. The sound was not outside of me to hear. It was inside and not my voice – a voice neither male nor female. Very difficult to explain.

Another instance of a plant pulling my attention was while standing with friends near a garden with tall plants. Right in the middle of our conversation this tall plant reached out to me and pulled my attention in much the same way as the Hawthorne berry had – just reaching out and grabbing me into its universe. The strange thing about this was I was standing about 5 feet away from this plant and all of a sudden I was completely aware of it. Like invisible tentacles had touched me! I stopped in the middle of our conversation together and asked my friend what kind of plant was in her garden. It turned out to be the comfrey plant. Now I had used comfrey in healing for many years before this happened and had always loved this plant for its specific healing abilities, but I had never known what it looked like because I’d always used the powdered root. It is said that if a plant has an affinity for a particular person it chooses that person to work with. So when she told me it was the comfrey plant I was blown away.

Another instance of plants speaking to me was after I had been given certain codes from Grandmother Parisha. She told us those codes would attract the attention of plants and to use them to see what would happen. So while meditating with the codes in my backyard one day my attention was on the codes when faces popped out of the flower garden next to my lounge on the patio. Funny faces – all. Nothing like human faces at all. In one instant the faces popped out of the plants and in the next breath little plant people all surrounded me on my lounge chair as I chanted the codes. I had heard about them and was greeting the plant people that surrounded me and wondering what would happen next when someone walked out the door and it slammed – dispersing the plant people and effectively blowing the opportunity to see what would happen next!! I was very disappointed.

Everything in Nature speaks to us. The trees, the rocks, the plants, the animals all have their own way of speaking and drawing us into their world. I have had the opportunity to be able to communicate with each of the kingdoms at one time or another. I’ve written about this in my book Warrior Spirit Path of Medicine available on Balboa Press also on Perhaps you’ve had some experience with this? If you have we would love to hear about it! Please share so I don’t feel like I’m the only one. It would be good to know I’m not alone out here. I’ll be introducing Nature Speak to anyone interested in learning how to listen to nature in upcoming classes. Let me know you’re interested. I love teaching this class to children because it helps them become aware of the intelligence of nature and it gives them another reason to get out in nature. As soon as it warms up we’ll be outside!!




I’m not into body art.  I think the body is beautiful just as it is.  Apprenticing with a Cherokee medicine woman for many years one learns a thing or two about life and consequences of actions and thoughts.  For every action there is a re-action stands out in the case of tattoos.

Speaking to people about this gains insight into the teachings brought to my door as an apprentice.  Feedback is valuable and in the case of tattoos you may want to make a few notes.  While you may be attracted to this form of art, realize there are consequences.

We were taught as apprentices that every cell of the body is an intelligence.  I’ve witnessed this intelligence first-hand but that’s another article.  Every cell communicates and has intelligence.  So what happens when you apply permanent ink to your skin, which has the intelligence of millions of cells?

Before you get inked, consider carefully what you want to have reflected out from your body into the Universe.  For what you ink on your skin reflects and draws to you that which you put on it.  Don’t get a tattoo if you’re drunk.  Drinking alcohol and doing drugs opens you up to the lower world entities as it is and that’s dangerous enough without adding a tattoo without giving it some forethought.

Only put on your body what you wish to attract.  Stay away from confusion or confusing art forms.  Things like monsters and skulls may draw monsters and death.  Death is multi-faceted.  There are many ways to die.

One person with higher intelligence had a phoenix tattoo and said her life changed so much for the better after she had it done.  Fairies (the good kind) and butterflies are creatures of protection and change.  Celtic or other ethnic symbols of protection, abundance and love are advantageous.  Anything that reflects happiness, abundance, goodwill, joy and positive experiences are things to consider.

Of course, there are always people who challenge life and want adventure.  Good luck with that!  Tattoos are yourself reflecting back at you and drawing to you that which you put out into the world through the intelligence of your skin – the way you are seen by the world.  And the way the world sees you.  It is more than you think.  Tread this medium lightly. Think about the symbol(s) you put on your skin.

If you could see yourself through the eyes of the spirit you would see a gloriously shining aura around you.  Every cell lighting up into beams of light that radiate out many feet around us.  We are light-beings and it is an awesome sight!  That light represents the cells communicating.  The worlds that the cells communicate with.  The intelligence of ourselves.  We haven’t begun to fathom who we are because we don’t allow ourselves to see the totality of us in all our glory and awareness.

Be aware of your cells and their intelligence and avoid wearing something permanent on your skin unless you want it to bring you joy.  Just sayin’.