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The Power of The Breath

There is power in the breath.

Emerging from the womb, we take the first breath, in a wail, a gasp or a scream. At the end of our life, we take a last breath, in a sigh, a gasp or a tiny exhalation. The breath takes us from the womb to the emergence into the realm of spirit. In between, we breathe. Most of us are shallow breathers. We do not claim the whole of our body with the breath. This comes from our formative years. As children while playing hide and seek, or when we felt under stress, we stopped breathing. We held our breath. Not aware that we do this, when we become stressed as adults, we bring the childhood activity forward and breath shallowly. This was a survival impulse. If you check in, you may find that you only breathe into your upper chest. Shallow breathing robs the body of the oxygen it needs to work at its optimal. Shallow breathing causes tension and because of tension activates cortizol production in our body. It is necessary to be mindful of the way we breathe. Mindfulness can begin with meditation, which causes you to focus on breathing.

To remedy the situation, find time for stillness.

Take a moment in a quiet place, free from distraction. Be sure to support your spine, this keeps your posture in balance. Focus on your breathing. Take a shallow breath and see how you feel. Be aware that your body craves more air. Then breathe out. Take another breath this time fill your lungs as deeply as you can. Pause for one beat then breathe out slowly. Focus on your breathing. Do this seven times.

Next, focus on your breathing and this time when you breathe deeply, hold the breath in your lungs for a count of four. Breath in four counts, hold your breath four counts then slowly breathe out four counts. Relax your body for two counts and repeat the breathing exercise. It is important to breathe through your nose, in and out.

We usually breathe with our mouths when our are stressed, through heavy breathing. To snore we breathe through our mouth. When we are in peaceful repose, we tend to breathe through our nose. Keep cycling the air around your body until you feel very relaxed. The more you practice breathing deeply, the more your body will move into the act of breathing deeply. You will find that the activities you do will be accomplished more effortlessly.

Like What You See In The Mirror

Each new year brings along reflections of the year past, what we did correctly and what we did wrong. A new year comes with commitments of how we want to change the tape of our lives so that our lives will flow more in line with our dreams and ideals. As we embark on the journey into this year twenty-eighteen, the questions asked are.

What do you want this year to be?
How would you like it to look on December thirty-first, two thousand and eighteen?

There is a lot that we can do to shift our lives just one degree, which will positively benefit us, the people around us and whom we meet. That one degree activity is to be nicer to ourselves. Not just in public where others can see us doing so, but in our hearts and minds. It is necessary to see ourselves in a truly positive light.

Like what you see in the mirror. #ilikewhatisee.

It can be challenging to recognize when we are being poorly to ourselves. But this will be evident in how we treat others. If we are crumogin with ourselves, we will be stingy with others. If we spend time disliking our looks, our smarts, our financial status, we will show it to others in the way we treat them.

Male-Great-Mormon-ButterflyDo you dislike the rich?
Do you judge yourself for being poor?
Do you not like being different?

You will see it evident in the derisive words you use against people whom you perceive to be different from you. The thing that is hidden within us will always come out. “If you look up, see a person, stranger, someone different from you and immediately take a dislike to them, that person is being a reflection in your unconscious mirror reflecting back what you had been judging yourself about.” It is instantaneous, the magic of the unconscious and energy. The armour we build around ourselves as protection will always wear thin – eventually and the contents will begin to spill out. So too will the light within us spill out and illuminate the world. We can be like butterflies cocooned in our armour gaining wisdom by transforming the negative that we carry against ourselves in our hearts, into the light of illumination. That is what a guru does. That is what ascension truly is.

Enlighten the world from your inside out.

A Shift In Power For Peace

I have spoken and written in the past of the rising power of women. For most of human existence, women have relinquished their power for the good of the children and the continuation of the species. Our life span was much shorter than it is now that we needed to safeguard the future or our species would suffer further decline. Population decline may occur from natural disaster, but we have a way of getting out of harm’s way better than a hunted jack rabbit. The one thing that could cause our species to decline would be the threat from the members of the species who had no contribution to it but the introduction of a tiny organism to start that life. Women had to be on hand to ensure the continuation of the life she carried for so long. I spent a long time trying to understand some of the quirks in life, such as why we reproduce the way we do, within the mystery of the female body. It finally makes sense to me. We are not energetic beings bumbling around the universe. We have a purpose. We have a reason to exist and it is the greatest scientific experiment ever put forth.

To ensure the life of her child and the continued future of the human race, the female chose to carry the human within her womb. Her body built strength through the muscles to hold the growing child within her and those same muscles attached to nerves caused sensations that we call pain so she would know when the child was ready to be born. How amazing! This magical experience made woman the supreme creature. She carried the mysteries of life and the males of the species had no role but to sit back and watch. There are parts in Africa where women collect men like marbles, but she still carries the child, provides food and shelter and kept the household. Over time she carried the greater burden while their men who hung around waited for the next time they got the opportunity to contribute their seed.

Now women are starting to take back the power they relinquished so long ago. It is a forced transference of power. It is frightening, because we have no yardstick with which to judge the consequences of this action, but love must begin to rein again on the planet. There are men who would love to pass the baton back to the women in their lives, but it is still a challenging time of change. Women have become tired of their daughters and themselves becoming the targets for misogynists. It makes sense that misogyny have come to exist. We tend to hate the things we think we cannot control. If we cannot figure out a thing, we will destroy it. That is what we are doing to the planet right now. We have dammed waterways and dredging the oceans because they can. Hunters kill beasts that they know to be superior to themselves. The cowardice goes so far as to use guns instead of hand to hand combat with these creatures. If they chose to go after the bear, or the loin with a spear, the population of certain wild animals would be assured. This is the same with the female of the human species. As long as the females of the species allow the males to dictate the way their lives should go, we will continue with overpopulation, war and pain. When she takes back the role she is meant to play, that of supreme being, the human race will fall back into good stead and we get to enjoy a little peace.

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The Dangers of Comparing Yourself With Others

 

The beauty of all existence
Rests within you
Heaven peers through your two eyes

Compare yourself to another
Watch how quickly the light dies

Thus heaven shows
The healer knows
Unconditional love has no opposites
That is true balance
– Anonymus
It seems that the majority of us constantly view ourselves through the eyes and actions of others. The only creatures, flora or fauna that compare itself with others are humans. We look at the beauty in a flower and wish we could be as beautiful. We look at our predecessors and try to be make ourselves better than they were. This behaviour negatively affects our lives.

What does it do to our psyche when we look to others as the template upon which we fashion ourselves? As children we look to our parents to provide the blueprint for our self-esteem. Comparing ourselves to others cause depression which can lead to negative lifestyles such as drug and alcohol abuse, mental illness and homelessness. When we carry low self-esteem born from comparing ourselves to others, we lose our equilibrium and this affects all aspects of or lives. Ironically, the person we put up on the pedestal may be feeling the same as we do. Most people spend their lives living up to unrealistic goals.

How you avoid the pitfalls of low self esteem? First, positive self-talk is as important as any information from a guru or emotional guide. Self-talk, means the conversation you have with yourself. Low self-esteem comes from negative self-talk.
You are unique. There is no one like you. Even if you try to make the outside of you resemble your heroes what you are inside, emotionally, spiritually and mentally are completely different. Your life story is unique to you. Even with siblings your emotional growth will be different based on where you are in the birth lineup. Your experience with friends will be different because your friends are also unique.

Take the time to formulate positive self-talk. Counter the negative self talk with “and”. For example, I am such a ditz. Improve that self talk with Yes and I am focused in other ways. So, “I am such a ditz. Yes, and I am make the best cupcakes I have ever tasted, and my friends tell me so.”
You are not fighting against or disagreeing with the negative self talk you are agreeing that that is what you think at that moment, and you are also showing your consciousness another more positive point of view.

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Our Innocent Search Of Meaning

By the time we reach late teens, we have formed our belief system. Whom to believe and what we accept as important to our spiritual growth. People of many faiths spend more time searching for something to believe and most times come up short.

I met a self-proclaimed agnostic who was an atheist, before that he was a Zen Buddhist, and grew up a Christian. When I met the agnostic he was in his forties. This man was highly intelligent. He was genius, mathematician, scientist, musician, author, logistician and artist. I asked him how he arrived at the decision to embrace agnosticism. Unwilling to speak about his beliefs, but mellowed over a glass of wine he told me of the time in his childhood where he wanted something very badly. He prayed to God, but did not get what he wanted. It wasn’t anything as frivolous as a bike or a toy. He wanted to feel safe in his home and he wanted the piece of his heart that was stolen returned. He did not get what he wanted, nor was the hole in his heart repaired. His faith in the God of his mother slowly resolved. But he knew there was something out there. He knew that there had to be a foundation to his humanity, he just could not get the answer that satisfied his curiosity. Later on in his life after his first marriage failed, he decided emphatically that there cannot be a God because if this being existed, He would not allow his heart to break again. He believed in love and God and peace and joy. He knew that there was more to his existence. Being a genius he searched in science, mathematics and eventually metaphors to find his answers and without the resounding confirmation, he slowly lost faith until in a fit of anger he declared, “There is no God!”.

Within each of is the knowledge that there is more to us than we are able to see. We want to know that we are not alone. Our proclamation to the world is often times different from that which is in our minds. He eventually came to finally deciding that maybe God does exist, he just hadn’t found proof that he could use to satisfy the deep longing within, so he chose agnosticism. Later in his life just before his death, he declared, that he was happy to go, because as he said, he wanted to know which was right. He wanted to find what he was unable to see in life, he hoped he would find in death the answer to his question, “What form did God take?” Upon his death, many years after I met him, he walked fearlessly into the night. I observer his spirit get up from his corporeal self, he spoke to me, turned and walked out the hospital room to prove his theory.

We spend our entire lives being afraid of knowing and also in great need of knowing if God exists. We KNOW there is something out there, because how is it that miracles happen every moment of every day, spontaneously? Life, for one is the miracle that is indefinable. Disease is another. How is it that our bodies can break down when we do so much to keep it in good shape? How does the salmon and the eagles replenish themselves when it was driven to near extinction?

Our wondering means that we search for meaning. It means that we have a need to know. The answers to our question is as close as our own minds. This next stage in life is for us to start looking in a different place for the God we seek. Instead of looking to the sky, it is time for us to truly go within.

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.”
– William Blake, Auguries of Innocence.

Change The Programme For Success

The world is reflecting our unconscious belief system. Anger, rage, pain and despair are parts of our inner world which is spilled out into our environment. We’ve used the old ways of doing things and yet they have not been effective because most of us find ourselves struggling to find the foothold out of the pit of despair. Most of us especially the young stepping out into the world are feeling a bit discouraged with the status quo.

I like Albert Einstein’s statement probably said in frustration as he kept doing the same experiment and coming upMP900438811 with the same results, that the sign of insanity is to keep doing the same thing over and over again expecting different result. Eventually we have to shift something in the experiment to change the outcome. We humans have walked the same road, but we have found that this road is a circle. We keep finding ourselves right back where we started. There are many options but out of habit we find ourselves back on the same path doing the circle again.

How can we break away from the old outmoded ways of doing things to find our way to a future where we feel secure and safe? Life today is built on the rules and regulations of the Victorian and Industrial eras which are no longer effective in our technological world. Imagine that we were once physical beings using muscle and brawn to get by and shape our world in a tough terrain where only certain persons have power. Imagine that we have evolved into weightless beings and we are now in a stage where our vibration has elevated and we are charged with using our mental skills. If your body is not able to do strenuous work, and you continue to stress your body out, there will be a point of breaking and you will have to start from scratch, again.

If we don’t get the message then we will keep breaking as we follow the old way, until the pain gets too severe and we decide to change. Life is a scientific experiment. We are here to look at life through experiencing the various stages of being human.

Are you ready to change the programme?

Embrace The Energy Of The Phoenix

As we slide towards 2017 and reflect on the old year, many of us fell, hard. We fell to health challenges, work stress, and even confusion about our spiritual purpose. Because of our fall some have fallen prey to drug abuse, with many deaths occurring in large cities which can be scary to observe. The reason, I think why so many of us are giving up on life is because we choose to follow the examples of people who may or may not have followed their own rules. Yes, we all have fallen, but we have not given ourselves the opportunity to recover before we got back into the game; because we are afraid of being seen as a loser, called lazy, unmotivated and unsuccessful.

burning-phoenix

We all want to be seen as successful, but we are afraid of the wages of success, but there is a season for everything.

The time of the idea, the beginning.
The time for implementing the idea.
The time of the maturation of the idea.
And the time of stillness as your idea takes shape. This is the time that we fear most, the still time where we wait for our idea and dreams to come into form.

We tend to feel that we have to do something. Relationships are the most scary for experiencing this. Most of us want our relationship to be constantly on the go. We are afraid of the still time, the becoming time because we believe that our lover may lose interest. We are always in a relationship with someone who resinate at the same vibration as we do. So if we are afraid, our lover is also afraid. Our courage is carried by our lover and so is our passion, joy and self-doubt.

In this New Year, it is good to make a commitment to yourself, stay down to perk up. When you feel depressed, sit within the feelings. Allow the scum of despair to surface so you can look at it. You will be the better for it. The boxer who have been knocked down, his manager yells for him to stay down, the referee does a count, these help the boxer to catch his breath and get back into the game. Our phoenix, after falling, stays in the fire and reflects on her life while the embers turned to ashes. Then when she has built her energy, she rose again more splendid and beautiful than before. She fell many times and becomes better than before, each time.

Have you fallen? Did you get up before you had the energy to tackle life again? Give me a call or drop me an email and I will help you gain perspective on the story you are experiencing.

You Have The It Factor. Do You Know Yours?

Queen Elizabeth recently turned ninety. When she was born, no-one expected her to become queen. Her father, fourth in line to the throne was emotionally and physically challenged. He was called the reluctant king. No one expected George VI to be king which put Princess Elizabeth further in the back of line to the throne. Because of this she may have enjoyed a much easier childhood than her son Prince Charles. He, seen next in line to inherit the throne as the future king of England and the commonwealth, had a more challenging, responsibility filled childhood.

This goes to show that any one of us can rise to something great, despite our beginnings. Sometimes having a less demanding life can be a blessing to your future accomplishments. From a past life perspective, in many lifetimes, I was born disadvantaged. I was born blind, physically challenged, deaf and mentally challenged. During those lifetimes, I observed the people around me to understand humanity. I saw the best and the worst that human beings could do to each other. This made me wise, amassing knowledge as I incarnated into each subsequent lifetime. This lifetime, I challenged myself to live the experiences I went through in the past. The question for me in this lifetime has been do I understand the human experience.

I firmly believe the children born  with or having developed mental, emotional or physical challenges are like aliens here on the planet, learning about and challenging our humanity. They are here to help us find our light through our treatment of them. Everyone is a potential genius. Everyone is a potential princess or queen. Take Grace Kelly for example. In our present history, is a story of a girl, the only surviver, a shipwrecked child from England washed up on the shores of an African country who married a prince. All things are possible. What are your possibilities?

In the readings I do for you, when I see your full potential, try not to run away in fear. All you have to do is show up to the dance. Princess Elizabeth showed up, made mistakes triumphed and she still stands the longest ruling monarch in Great Britain.

How about you?

 

Sonia Nadina Haynes Emotional Healer, Psychic/Intuitive Coach and author. She helps you to find your inner truth and create the life you want. Are you up for it? Or will you hide out from the greatest life you will every live? Email: contact@soniahaynes.com Website: www.soniahaynes.com

Easter 2016

Good Friday A Day For Sacrifice

I grew up with Good Friday. I cannot say that Good Friday for me was a day for celebration, because I was an impressionable child and I read a lot. My knowledge of the world came from books. I was brought up to believe that Good Friday was a day for sacrifice and the ultimate sacrifice was the man who carried his own cross to the hill of Calvary. The story filled me with dread because of the excessive violence and I saw the parallels to my own life. I could see why people saw the crucifixion story as a story of courage and perseverance. If one was suffering, it was good to see that a God suffered alongside us. That we are not alone. If the great and powerful God could go through such suffering for us then we can endure the little bit of pain we were experiencing.

While I understood the idea of Gods suffering for us. I did not buy into it. I asked, if god was so powerful, why was he so powerless in the face of the Romans? I got a scuff at the back of the head in response. They did not know, so they could not explain it to me.

We obediently followed the symbols, ceremoniously not lighting the fire until noon which was when Christ supposedly died. We were told it would burn his body and cause more pain. It was good for us kids as we got to drink soda, something we did not have very often. Cola Champagne, coco cola, and Ting, a grapefruit pop. We ate easter bun and  cheese from the yellow and red tin. We went to church. My imagination opened in frightful ways, imagining the man Jesus forced to drag the heavy cross after he had been tortured, along the dusty road struggling to stay upright, people yelling at him, the Romans beating and prodding him, the crown of thorns jammed onto this head hurting him as he struggled the dusty road up the hill to his eventual demise. It was like our grandmother sending us to cut the switch she would use to beat us. We had to carry the tool of our own punishment to the executioner.

I imagined Jesus laying down for the soldiers to hammer the large rusty nails into his hands and then his feet. I imagined the weight of his body pulling on the nails as the cross was being lifted, blood dripping baptizing the ones with the job of raising the cross. I imagined the extreme pain he would have experienced. While there on the cross Jesus forgave his torturers. I imagined, with extreme dread his mother and disciples standing helplessly trying to save their own lives, watched as his essence drained away in the blood dripping from his hands and feet. I imagined the people fearfully repenting their decision to send Jesus to the cross and them screaming for him to get off the cross. You have done all these miracles, you brought the dead from the grave, save yourself. Yes, I wondered why did Jesus not save himself, if he was so powerful. I had no answer. I imagined the earthquake when Jesus died and the sound of the curtains in the temple rending with a terrible sound that echoed around the area and the dead raising up to walk the street. I wonder if that is where zombies came from? My little mind was filled with questions and no answers. So I turned to observe the people around me. The ones who touted the story, justifying the glory of violence as the end to the means of making our lives better. I watched closely. I paid attention. But to no avail. I did not see the purpose to the violence that they sold.

I enjoyed the treats, though. I liked stories so I took in the storytelling. I eventually saw it as stories, because the people who were abusing us were not changed by the blood of christ nor did they seem to recognize the sacrifice that was made for them. Or at least I don’t think they seemed grateful enough to change their ways and become more giving and kind. I figured that Jesus failed in his mission, poor Sod.

Today, I see Good Friday as a symbol of our personal crucifixion. The pain we cause ourselves out of guilt and a sense of obligation to someone else’s expectation. People hooked on drugs and going through their own self-imposed crucifixion. People locked in mental and emotional disease have thrown themselves into their own moment on the cross.  Will they die? If they die, will the evidence that they existed be there, except for the knowledge of their existence to the people close to them?  Did Jesus die in vain? Are we continuing along the path to calvary, carrying our own cross to prove that we are worthy of life? It was already done. Jesus made the sacrifice. He needs us to live to find peace and forgive ourselves for what we feel we did wrong.

Good Friday to me is the end of the beginning. It is the completion of a cycle of pain and self-negation. Each day when we wake up in anger, in self-doubt, in self-hate, we deny the magic of our own inner child’s sacrifice for our own salvation. Find the way to create peace within your self and allow the healing to begin today, this Good Friday, a day of symbolic sacrifice.

 

Sonia Nadina Haynes, life coach and emotional healer. Her intention is to assist you to live your life well. www.soniahaynes.com

Shaman Story

Mystical Experiences Without Fanfare

Most of us rely on the visual or audial for validation of the existence of other worlds. Eastern European, Asian and First Nations mysticism gained traction in our society because of the pump and circumstances displayed for all to see. Smudging, ceremony, dance and drumming give us the authenticity we require to know that god exists. We have a visual expectation of how a shaman should appear and sound and accept the authenticity of the individual’s gifts based on their appearance. My great grandmother, Muma Gayle looked like an ordinary person. She had her head wrapped in a red and white, stiffly starched, plaid cotton headdress, like the senior women in the village. She dressed in layers of clothing in the heat of the day but all the other women did the same. She had a clay pipe which she smoked up until her one hundred and seventh year when she decided to take her leave from this state of existence. Many of the elder women in the village and the villages around smoked a clay or corncob pipe.

Her daughter, my grandmother (granny) Emma Haynes, nee Gayle did the same. Both were powerful medicine women in our community. Neither tried to convince others of their pedigree or their power. I remember Muma calling me from inside her house, even though I tried to hide from her, which left me wondering how she knew I was there. Emma Haynes was the same. One Sunday, my sister and I were home alone, we might have been sick, when we decide to pick tangerines from the tree that grew along the path that lead to and from our wattle adobe house. The tangerine tree was very tall and gave fruit as big as a grown person’s hand. We had taken all the fruit from the lower branches and the sweetest and biggest fruit were high up on the top branches, out of reach.

Granny was called to go see someone who was dealing with an impending difficult birth leaving us to cool our heels at home. We were bored. Conversation turned to the tangerine tree and how we would get the fruit from so high up. A pole did not work so my sister decided to climb partway up the tree to improve her reach. Before she left, granny had told us to stay away from the tree, as if she knew what was on our minds.

My sister climb the trunk of the tree and was half the way up, about ten feet off the ground when I saw a large green lizard on the branch below her. It was angrily shifting from red to green to black, flicking its tongue, snapping its jaw and slowly stalking her. She looked down saw the lizard and freaked out.

“I am going to get the ladder.” I yelled.

As I turned to run for the ladder, she let go of her hold of the tree trunk, falling onto the rocks at the base of the tree. She hit her head and passed out. Boy, I was worried. I brought her to and helped her into the kitchen where I mixed up my grandmother’s trauma brew and gave it to her. She recovered with time to spare before our grandmother returned home. We agreed not to keep our adventure to ourselves.

“I told you not to climb that tree!” She screamed at us as she walked into the yard.

We were in shock. How did she know? We tried to see if she might have observed us from where she was, but we could not prove if she was a witch or just clever. That was my childhood. Strange and sometimes crazy mystical experiences without fanfare or labels.