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Conversations With God Author & ME & WOW!!!

4.5 x12/HOURS PER DAY SEMINAR WITH MR. NEALE DONALD WALSCH AND MASTER YOUNG HEE… PHEW!! Now, that was the wildest, most incredible MAGICAL MYSTERY TOURS I’ve ever been on!

Full of such moments of joy, relief, love, thankfulness, gratitude, understanding, and alchemy--that spread to the “back of beyond,” and a moment in time that I will keep within every moment I have.

I have been asked if I’m “still processing” and the answer is, “ALL-ways”--I choose to process as much as I can, without coming to a stop.

In post-retreat, I have gone to our beautiful ocean {where I often find myself going}--a place to absorb the glory and majesty of the mountains, the ocean—with her ebb and flow—the sky, the wind, the trees, the birds. As I sat within that space, I was soon no longer the observer, but I was part of what I was observing. I was part of that glory and of that creation. Pure heaven on earth, only with all of my senses feeling the power—the moment--God was is tangible.
Mr. Walsch spoke in such a way that our hearts soared to a place of understanding that makes life all seem so very simple—even talking physics and connecting “space,” “energy” into metaphysics—the images that came to mind when asked to feel and see where my energy stops and yours begins and so on was magnificent! This body could not possibly contain ALL that is. I so got it!

For anyone trying to find that “catch phrase” that will help them in moments of anger, or rage at missing a green light, or someone cutting them off, or any of the daily moments we have, I have learned to say, “All is perfect” and putting it into practice these last few days has been wonderful. It immediately implodes that energy of negativity and I simply move on. The amount of moments where I need to say, “All is perfect” is another story!! Something that I am sure will become less and less as I accept each moment more and more.

This five-day-intensive held the most life-altering moments, moment after moment. Even if Mr. Walsch wasn’t speaking directly to me--he was. He would tell others and look at people, saying the exact words that I knew my heart was feeling. His gift to become transparent, to be so human and so God and so spiritual--all mixed in together--was such a joy. I felt that I was watching him sit quietly for a moment and sometimes begin speaking almost out-of-body -- that’s what it felt like to me. I saw him open his entire being and become a vessel for Spirit/Energy-knowledge to flood through him, pouring on to each one of us.

I would also like to honour those souls who shared this event with me. They/we/us each played our roles as well. Stories touched all of our hearts. My question--on more than one occasion--was the same question others had and vice-a-versa. Something someone said resonated with so many in the room. My story bled into another’s journey. We shared common wounds and sorrows of the past, with a clear understanding that we all have a story {as Neale said} but we also all have a choice who to be from this moment forward. I wrote my story and added at the end:
And why I made it up {why I chose my story}:

I made it up because my soul knew that to truly feel and understand Divine
Light, I needed to experience the opposite, which is darkness. To those
who have been given much {good or bad}, much is required!

My absolute favourite passage from CwG, book one:

You are goodness and mercy and compassion and understanding. You are peace
and joy and light. You are forgiveness and patience, strength and courage,
a helper in time of need, a comforter in time of sorrow, a healer in time of
injury, a teacher in times of confusion. You are the deepest wisdom and
the highest truth; the greatest peace and the grandest love. You are these
things. And in moments of your life you have known yourself as these
things.
Choose now to know yourself as these things always.

Master Young Hee {Master of the Dahn Healing System} was/is the most gentle, peaceful, calm, radiant woman as she quietly played a “ki” role in the whole time together, yet humbly stood back and just gave freely and quietly, allowing her gifts to also pour through us. I felt such an honour to be within her humbleness. Thank you for all you gave to each of us, in opening up our chi/ki/energy, finding our centre, and bringing our mind, body, and spirit into alignment. Thank you!

I want to go on and on {well, most will say I already have}, but I will close with when the moment to say good-bye came. I saw Mr. Walsch {Neale}, standing, smiling, with his head tilted to the side… as I walked toward him, we hugged one of the most beautiful hugs I have ever received. I remember saying, “Oh God--Ooohhh--GOD” as we hugged. He said nothing and my heart felt back to the place where HE asked, “Where do you end and I begin?” We were one in Spirit. In the deepest sense and knowledge and understanding of this statement, I end with:

Namasté
I honour the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells,
I honour the place in you, which is of Love, of Truth, of Light and of Peace
When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me
We are One

Namasté

E.J. Samadhi Whitehouse

: Now I know why surgery has been on my mind

Wow, have you ever seen a subject line on an email and just know that you don't want to open it? That you hope it's a joke? This is the second one in my life...

My web "master" as he loves to be called -- but I more often call him "my-brotha-from-anotha-motha" because he's wonderful, a mentor, a teacher, a former internationally bestselling author, has movie rights {bidding} to one of his books, loves his partner Diane, has babies with four legs and long tails -- horses.

On Diane's birthday a few months back, he went for "the money shot," jumped over a fence and seriously injured himself. He had to have surgery last Friday and he and I spent the week sharing emails about preparing for surgery, reminding him about enjoying every moment of life... because nowa'days, you do not sleep in hospital the night before surgery--you walk in off the street, put a gown on, and walk to the O.R.

I think I may have been the only outside friend who shared and listened to him share--he said he really appreciated it and felt totally peaceful. He and Diane went out for a delicious dinner the night before, as did Lorraine and I the night before my surgery... I told him I was proud of him because he was able to enjoy that night and the beauty of a moment in time, rather than being in a hospital bed, alone and getting scareder and scareder.

I called him mon'bro and he called me little'sis... I know I was "high maintenance" because I wanted a beautiful web site and was always asking for something.

I emailed him late last night, thinking a week was long enough not to bug them and I asked how he enjoyed the anaesthesia, tripping off in the cosmos, and had he come back into his body yet... his partner Diane told me he passed away. He had surgery and in the evening, had a cardiac arrest; they never got to him quick enough... he was on life supports until Sunday or Monday and then that was it... he tripped right out of the cosmos into the "back of beyond." I feel like I've lost my brother, my friend, my guy who knew the business, my fan, my support.... today has been so sad. Lorraine {my partner} and I went to the ocean and walked around all day, needing to be close to MotherEarth. Lorraine helped me--reminded me--to change "death" to "passage through to the next journey."

Amazing how we are often preparing for something but don't know it's coming. He didn't see this coming and neither did I or Diane... only his spirit knew. I guess this was a fulfillment of Morey's destination for this trip, and he will move onward and upward. Phew again... I am so sad--he was into physics and he would always say, "quantum physics," but I would say, "spiritual energy." Now he knows and I think I heard him and felt his presence today as I stood on a bluff... I think I felt him say "Hey..."

I don't know how to replace my guy and a whole new web site and relationship with someone; everyone knows that site is where to go but Diane can't sustain it. She said she wanted to mail me the money for the year's membership and that Morey would want me to have it but I decided to ask her to give it to a charity he would love... I don't want it. I want my biggest fan--I cannot imagine Diane's grief but all I can do is send her love and spirit wings to hold her and cocoon her while she gets through this.

So.... I guess that is why so much "dying, illness, death" has been in my head and my heart.

Everybody -- take a moment to really feel this moment. Love life. Life strong and with happiness. The oddest thing is that "death" is the most visible commonality between every living thing and person, and yet, we just don't get it that it could happen tomorrow... until it does.

I'm changing with each tick of the second hand and every beat of my heart--I am bringing myself closer and closer into that cocoon where I am safe, even if I don't get the full mysteries of life....

Namaste -- go hug someone today!! Go on now...I'm gonna!!

: I've moved from HM to #22 -- yippie

Top Blogs For Week Ending 03 MarchThese awards recognise the simple fact that the work of a newbie blogger whose site has only attracted 10 hits can be ranked alongisde an experienced blogger whose url has 10,000 hits.
#22. http://circlesinthesandbysamadhiwhitehouse.blogspot.com/

It's an honour just to be nominated--although I believe I nominate myself more than anybody else nominates me! Is that so wrong????

: Surgery -- another thought today

Wow, it was such a cathartic day when I was able to write out my emotions and see how long it took me--and what it took--to get back to that peaceful place. Phew, and then more and more keeps coming. This must be written in the stars to begin something new {or something very old that is needing a NEW approach perhaps}.

I felt so grateful in my last post to be alive and live to tell about the day. The week has gone on and a new feeling has washed over me.

For those who never my first post on heart surgery, my ribcage was not put together completely and is causing a constant irritation/pain when I breath deep, walk fast, burp, hiccup, sneeze, and basically....breath and live.
Surgeons and specialists have passed me from one to another, nobody wanting to take the lead, saying only surgery to reopen and try and close it again is the answer. My surgeon who did the work doesn't even know all this has happened. I'm sure if he new, he would care. So, here I am, two years gone by, realizing time's aren't a'changin' and I need to deal/cope/accept all of this. There is one guru in my life helping and that's my wonderful chiropractor; without him, I would have zero help... here's a beautiful continuation to help me grow and find PEACE {she's always hiding somewhere inside of me--you'd think I would remember that by now} Oi -- to be human!!

I woke up today and as I splashed water on my face, I looked down at my scar. I remembered how for most of my life, I had used my sexuality because that's what I had learned to do to be "loved" but once that scar appeared at such a young age {for me} -- I had to throw out my beautiful sexy dress I wore on special occasions. I had to adapt, which added to my already begun journey into true healing. I joked to myself that I would tell others I lost in a dueling sword match; yeah, a fencing match. That would be my fame. I never did use that story.

Even after my second surgery and years later, I sometimes feel uncomfortable but then, I remind myself that I AM alive. Today was beautiful. As much of my healing {spiritual and emotional} took place in the Middle East, my mind often goes there for interpretation. Today, I saw my scar as an Arabian woman's veil--hiding her/my true wounds or self or core of our essence underneath that visible scar... it was the invisible that would be either more painful or more joyous as moments tick by. For me, the moments have turned into hours into days into weeks into months into--well--infinity. How I would love to take the veils off of not only our Arabian sisters, but each of us who veils and hides what's beneath the scar...

And just under my veil, I suddenly imagined my ribcage as a huge gate into a mansion; in essence, making me the gatekeeper, inviting in whatever energy I chose to see what lays beneath her mysteries. The gate is slightly open, allowing for one's eye to peak through the gap and see inside... the majestic mountains {you say mountains, I say lungs}, the beautiful streams, waterfalls, and rivers {you say blood flow and arteries, I say flowing chi / water {life force}.... As your pupils adjust to peaking through the small hole in the CENTRE of the ribcage/gateway... you see a beautiful, pulsating, heart-shape, seemingly the core to all of the other movements--the maestro who keeps the tempo, the rhythm, the BEAT... on and on and on--to the rhythm of life itself.

Oh, how I love healing... as it is late, I'm suddenly thinking Shakespeare {I think}--it's time for beddie bies to sleep, per chance to dream -- Good Nite Peoples of the World
Namaste

: Sharing with others about rape/abuse {emotional and/or physical}

I copied what I wrote to her because I don't know how to add it to my blog and want us all connected. I assume that is okay....

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E.J. "Samadhi" Whitehouse said...
Hi there; I keep seeing titles about rape and help centres and my heart wants to leap in... this is in no way advertising and in fact, I will send you my book. My story may have a bit of a twist but rape to me is any sort of abuse that has ripped out a "peace" of your soul. I was led to write my story and am now being led to be in groups and through the energy of several womyn speaking and sharing together--we can each find the love within ourselves. I truly believe my angels {and believe me, I have done the religion, born-again, almost marrying a Muslim, and everything else in the name of the fear of God} so when I say my angels and Spirit -- I am needing to let you know that I am very spiritual with a street-smart edge. No more judging... I once asked my precious niece, who was also abused, what her definition of God was, and she didn't miss a heartbeat before saying, "Love!" --like, what else could He/She be? Tempest and I called each other twin-angel because we shared a bond of understanding.Anyway, IF you are in a group of any sort, I would be so happy if you took a look at my web site, checked into whether you feel my journey may resonate in your heart, and I would be more than honoured to become a friend on a healing journey. Once {and if} you read my story, you will see that anything is possible and I'm sure I can say the same for YOU. We can make it... I feel so connected to love and have finally found a way out of that very dark tunnel. Maybe these blogs is a beginning for all of us -- a new roadtrip -- only with joy and laughter and happiness and love all waiting at the end of the highway to join in.There was another message on my email from a womyn/girl/Goddess-in-training tonight, and I believe in my heart of hearts that all of these messages {yours, hers, and the stirrings of my heart} are signals not to be ignored.I have so much I want to share but I won't take up too much of your space unless you feel a connection and a ray of hope that together, with others, we can ALL drop our wounds just as we shed layers of skin and cells in our bodies change constantly... I send you warmth and peace and may your dreams tonight be full of angels and love, holding you, encouraging you, and showing you the beautiful woman that you are...Namaste
March 2, 2007 10:03 PM