Day: March 8, 2013

Some of you – many of you – have following my work on fear and spirituality from the beginning. I thank you and I feel close to you, we are connected by a new kind of experience, something I did not grasp for most of my life. In the best sense, we are bound to one another, an offshoot of the digital world. In the past months, my spiritual experience has deepened, and as that has happened, the fear has receded, faded, taken a different shape and context. The panic I felt for so long and caused so much harm to me and others has greatly diminished, and am filling that great black hole with rest, healing and new and rich experience.

Many things helped me – therapy and freudian analysis, readings from the Kabbalah, spiritual counseling, naturopathic medicine, massage and meditation.

But the most progress – perhaps built upon the foundations of these first steps, has occurred recently, in shamanic soul retrieval, in a deeper form of spiritual counseling, in various forms of self-hypnosis, and now, in one  of the deepest and powerful of all my spiritual experiences, my recent discovery of the ancient Solfeggio frequencies in the form of music and sonic meditation. This is new to me, and in the last weeks, Solfeggio frequencies have taken me deep into the most beautiful sensations, wonderful colors, images of my body and mind evolving,  and an extraordinary feeling of peace and hope and miracle. I often write about hearing the angels sing, and I hear them in these frequencies. And they bring calm – something so new to me. My distracted mind is quieted in these frequencies and I feel it quite literally my soul healing. I listen to them before I go to sleep and they have  transformed the night for me.

The original Solfeggio frequences – these sounds range from 396 to 852 hertz – were believed to be used in Ancient Gregorian Chants (which I have always loved), such as the great hymn to St. John The Baptist, along with many others lost by the Church hundreds of years ago.  They have recently been re-discovered by researchers and physicists. I found them online and on Itunes while studying self-hypnosis programs for calming and sleep.

Recently, these frequencies have been connected to research in quantum physics and DNA reconstruction. The six frequencies include UT – 396 Hz – Liberating Guilt and Fear; RE – 417 Hz – Undoing Situations and Facilitating Change; MI – 528 Hz – Transformation and Miracles (DNA repair); FA – 639 Hz – Connecting/Relationships; SOL – 741 Hz – Awakening Intuition; LA – 852 – Returning to Spiritual Order.

These are my spiritual goals. I have listened to several guided Solfeggio frequencies and medications and for me, they have been transformative, extraordinarily beautiful and peaceful, another step forward – a very large one – in my spiritual quest. How wonderful for me to be learning that so much great teaching,  medicine and spirituality – trivialized and ridiculed in our world – is so enriching and enduring.

The connection between these frequencies, the notion of spirit and energy is complex and fascinating. In the old world, “potential” remained a mystery to the human mind. Theologists once believed that we are not human beings trying to attain a spiritual experience but, rather, spiritual beings having a human experience. Einstein challenged that notion. “Concerning matter,” he believed, “we are all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be imperceptible to the  senses.” Physics is incomprehensible to me, but the vibrations of the Solfeggio frequences are something I can feel. Physicists believe than can alter our DNA.

I want to share this process with you. I will also repeat my feeling that it is inappropriate for me to talk about the specific sources and meditations I am using. It is personal for me, and also for you. I think this is something each person can find for themselves, and ought to find for themselves, and since I found them quite easily enough, you can also, if you wish. It is an important boundary for me in our new kind of community – openness and privacy, both valued, both possible.  As I work through these frequencies I will write about them.

What does it mean to talk to an animals? Does it mean commands? Giving orders? Does it mean the squeaky “up” voice that trainers love? Does it mean medications and toys and play groups? Does it mean keeping them alive and in pain because we love them? I’m not sure what it means. I think it means listening. Being still. Trusting them to sense our emotions and respond in their way.

For me, it means acknowledging I do not know what they are thinking. It means clearing my head of all the many human projections about what they want and need. It means watching them and letting the find me, and tell me what they need to tell me. They are hungry. They are restless. They are confused. They need attention. They are hurting. Starting points. Talking to animals for me means listening to them.

The sun returned just after lunch, reflecting off the bright snow, drawing the animals out to soak up the sun, which they know how to do. Simon and the sheep were warming up after a cold and icy night.

Tragedy, injury and death were woven into Florence Walrath’s life from her first memories. They are also woven into her memoir.  Crisis, courage and quick thinking shaped her consciousness from her earliest years and honed the great strength and purpose that defined her life. It seemed she never ran from trouble, but right into it. Apart from the death of her husband and her sister, she showed little emotion in her writing. Death was part of life, and so was challenge.

“We had a lot of near tragedy with the school so near. Someone was always falling in the lake. Mary Esther Jones, a colored girl, who said I can jump from one log to another but landed in between. She could not swim, so did a lot of screaming. Mother was always called on to have dry clothes, with the four of us, she could come up with all sizes. The day my cousin, Rexford Qua, who came with a half barrel and used it for a boat. It went around and around, bobbing and almost dumped him. He could not swim and had gone in deep water, what a scare he gave us. Jim Linendoll, on Mt. Colfax, came to school one morning, the lake had only been frozen over two nights. He put on his skates and started from the other side straight down the center on rubber ice. The ice gave with every step like an ocean wave, had he stopped or fallen down, he would have gone through. He also could not swim. I never will forget thinking as I watched him that I was about to see someone go to their death. God must have been with him as he made it, and as far as I know, he never tried that trick again.

 Then there was the day Mr. Wright’s pig swam across the lake, cutting its throat with its sharp feet. I do not remember if it lived or not. It was bleeding pretty bad, also the day Kenyon’s blind horses somehow got in the lake. I watched them swim in circles and soon decided they needed help to get out. I called Dad to come and we took the boat. I rowed across the lake. The horses heard us coming and came towards the sound. I rowed as fast as I could as their feet began to click the boat and was about to tip it over, knowing Dad could never swim to shore I put every last ounce of effort into making it to shore. I was so sure I was to see him drown. I made it all out of breath. The horses came out of the lake. They were also very weary. Thankful it all ended well.”

Next: The Morgan Mare who saved her parents.

Connie Brooks e-mailed me from Battenkill Books yesterday to tell me there was a surprise waiting for me. I stopped in the bookstore and was shocked – and very pleased – to see a “Recommender-In-Chief” hat that my good friend Jackie from Minnesota – she was the first person called me for book recommendations in my new job as Recommender-in-Chief for Battenkill Books. It seemed a good idea for a writer to help people looking for book recommendations. The job – I work at the store Saturdays from 11a.m. to l p.m. – has mushroomed a bit. I take calls on the phone, people come to the store to get recommendations in person, they e-mail Connie with requests. I’ve also been doing book reviews as part of this project and they are buying books from Connie.

Jackie and I have had a great time, we are in sync. She’s gotten three or four books I’ve recommended and they’ve helped her get through the winter and plan for the summer. It’s a precious relationship, I am grateful for it. Thanks Jackie. I will wear it in the store. I’ll be at Battenkill tomorrow. If you can, buy your books there 518 677-2515 or at your local independent bookstore. Bookstores are precious.