LONG AFTERWARD, I CAME UPON IT AGAIN
I remember the first time of winding through the hairpin curves ,climbing the new territory elevations, the quaint close knit buildings of a place back in time. The expansive view of the valley below and the mirrored corners of distorted safety measures as we hugged the edge of the tiny narrow streets.
Do I recall the imprinted “J” accenting the hills? The memory says not this time.
It was a memorable trip all around. My first vacation as an adult, I brought my Mom along too. It was my second time in Arizona and the first time cruising the states scenic wonders. This was made possible because of an old friend of my Mom’s. They picked us up in LA after flying through a storm, my first experience flying and dancing with the lightning at 30,000ft, and hopefully the last time too. He and his wife flew us from Phoenix to LA and drove us back across the desert so we could see the sites. Dave and Sandy had a home in Bullhead City. We gambled in Laughlin and rested up for our upcoming journey.
We sat out the next day for The Grand Canyon. It was early November around 1992 to the best of my recollection. My first trip to the Canyon, Mom’s too. No words can describe the first time a small town cornfield raised girl from Illinois sets her eyes on the majestic beauty of expansiveness. The indefinable awe at this limitless gift of Mother Earth. Silence, my heart beats as it redefines its rhythm in the embracing of this moment.
The snowball exploding against the side of my head brings me back to reality! A snowball fight at 6am in the Grand Canyon wakes me full fledge as the beginning of the days journey.
We wind our way through Flagstaff and down what I now realize is Scenic Route 89A.
I remember the first sight of the Red Rocks. It has forever been imprinted in my DNA as a precious moment and a life altering dream and goal. Sedona, love at first sight.
A connection with my very Soul that I am just now beginning to understand and I can imagine the day the words of my Soul come to the page to share this awakening. Until then, I will share another aspect of this journey.
Jerome. I recall exploring an old school house. The smell of old wood and glue. The tiny desks and chairs accenting what was an Artistic Showcase and Gallery. The feeling inside of held the emotions of history. We wandered to an Artists gallery located in a former bus garage. The glass bricks of the one wall allowed the sun to shine in on her creations and give them new life. As we walk around the area she yells “Don’t go past the rug. That is my home. No one is allowed in there.”
I viewed her “home” as a large area rug consuming a good portion of the bus garage. On it I seem to recall a couch and lamp, a cabinet with a hot plate, and a bed. I suppose there were other miscellaneous items about to signify Home Sweet Home but I remember feelings of intrigue that this gypsy artist lived and worked in her home and her determined boundaries of not crossing the line of work and sanctuary.
I felt her mysterious and eccentric, even a bit scary. But I also recall her art being colorful, playful and friendly. I wish I could recall now the modality or even a picture of what her art was about. Now I know that she herself was the art. To a young girl who bordered on eccentric and colorful herself, I thought “COOL”.
We didn’t spend all that long in Jerome as we made our way to the valley that day, but long afterward I came upon it again.
It’s been 15 years since I first wound through the hairpin curves to the quaint little village with the giant “J” accenting the hills. I was led there this time by a series of messengers. The synchronistic way my life flows and glows when I pay attention is a magical experience. I’ll save that for another time as what I want to share now is the Healing of Jerome.
One of my favorite discoveries of Jerome is a kaleidoscope shop called Nellie Bly. This store is the largest collection of kaleidoscopes in the world. It’s a marvelous play date to go and explore this world of sensory pleasure.
This past weekend, I was gathered with a group of healers. We were called to begin a deep commitment to ourselves and the world as Intuitive Healers using The Avana Method. Our Angelic Teacher, Joyce, who redefines Lightworker in my eyes, sent out her light and called to us.
We answered. This experience has changed me, forever.
As some of you know my unique gift is Play. After our weekend of stepping into our Intuitive Healer Selves more fully, I had planned to take my friends Elaine and Patti to Sedona while they were in town hanging out with me a few extra days. Joyce and her son had the same plan for Monday. A few of the group attempted to work it into their schedules but were unable to go with us. So we loaded up, along with our Avana Family in spirit and headed North to Sedona and Jerome.
After a deep cleansing and candle lighting at the Chapel, we drove up the hills to Jerome toward the Kaleidoscope playground. As we drove into town I was guided to turn down the old road to the isolated, boarded buildings of town. Joyce, whos extraordinary gifts see through the veil into the dimensions of Spirit begins to communicate with the Souls. She senses the fear and desertion of this ghost town and begins the Avana Method Healing on the Souls and the Towns Spirit. All of us in the vehicle know this is a Divine Appointment for us to be there.
I am a writer. I am an Intuitive Healer. I am also realizing the realms I am traveling in at a Soul level are sometimes beyond the words we use or put to a page. I ask you to allow yourself to feel this depth I am sharing in your heart. Breathe and let it sink in.
The space is held, the Souls of Jerome are led to the Light. The emotions, fears, and cellular memories are enveloped in compassion, love, peace and joy. The Soul of the town and all who were, are, have ever been effected have been held in the essence of Healing light and remembrance of Truth, that which is beyond our comprehension on this level of being, but we are remembering. We are awakening.
Into the kaleidoscope store we go and love at first sight, Joyce finds the one that spoke to her. We had to get back to their car before 5 so off we go with the intent to expand time. Patti and Elaine hadn’t quite finished their shopping but we would be there a few more days, so we knew we could come back.
All three of us feel so grateful and blessed to get to share this time with Joyce and Chris, relaxing and playing. I loved showing my Soul Family one of my favorite areas of the world and sharing a meaningful symbolic tool that has become a significant trademark to me that represents limitless possibility, shifting perspective, understanding, and a visual interpretation of spontaneous healing at a cellular level. The Kaleidoscope has spoken to each of them. For that I am grateful. I love my job of Being.
Long into the night, Elaine, Patti and I gaze into our scopes and chat of the last week and the profound experiences. The next morning we are headed back to Jerome. This time as we wind up the twists and turns we immediately notice the Sun is shining brighter. Now, most days in Arizona are sunny, however, we are really aware of the light. Visually the town seemed brighter, we felt it at a deeper level in our bodies. Breathe with me again and go to that space beyond words with me. We knew it to be true. The town was Light. We talked of our knowing of how Prosperity and Joy would flow to those people and the release of fear would bring a peaceful feeling to the travelers who passed through and the light would be felt by all who lived and visited here.
Patti experiences divine synchronicity by striking up a conversation with a woman who used to live in Jerome when she was 12. She told her the story of how the miners dug too deep into the mountain and created a sinkhole. She told how the town people left everything and fled in fear that their homes would be swallowed up in the ground. Some homes were lost. Some lives were lost. Perhaps even those that fled left a bit of their Souls behind.
Ah, they are now finding the light. We are grateful for Joyce and the Healing work she did on her “day off.” The three of us recognized in our journey, everywhere we go in rest, play or work, we know there is much to be done. This is our Soul Purpose. This is why we have been called. This is why we answered that call.
I told my friend Helen, who up until this week was living in Cottonwood in a small cabin in the desert. You could see the “J” from her porch and the lights of Jerome twinkling in the night.
I asked her to drive through and see if she noticed anything different. She joyously reports she did. She and her nephew Michael, who’s visiting her from England, took a moment to pause. Yes, much brighter. Yes, feels lighter. A significant difference in the atmosphere is recognized.
Even Michael, who is getting his first crash course in Energy awareness, was conscious
Of the fact he could see, feel and speak of a noticeable shift.
WOW! Breathe that in.
Perhaps long afterward he will share that experience with another and the shift will continue rippling out.
Copywrite 2008 TERI! FREESMEYER.
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I recently discovered the perfect magical thing to express Internally and Externally the direction I wish ot go and
the Beauty of life I wish to see and expand to. I am grateful for the magical miracle of energy that occurred
while listening to my intuition guide me to all the perfect people and places. I am grateful for my friend Helen who
was the catalyst for this discovery. I hope to share the view with you someday in your own unique way too.
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KALEIDOSCOPE WORLD
I am a kaleidoscope.
I look out my lens of perception at an ever changing world.
Twists, turns, ins and outs.
Shape-shifting and colorful swirls of mystery and
intention.
I hear my words yet still I am discovering what I say
changes meaning.
I feel deeply, expressing in a muted picture, as you
quizzically attempt to understand my abstract view.
You are a kaleidoscope.
I hear your views, some distorted to me, others beautiful
new options.
I see your world through a blur of dimensional shifts.
I feel your pain, I feel your exuberance.
We are a kaleidoscope.
Ever changing yet alwayss the same vessel.
We are filled with possibilities, limitless outcomes and
potential scenerios.
Yet, we tend to only use one viewing lens. The "I".
The world is a kaleidoscope.
Undiscovered treasure chest full of colors, shapes, images,
and meaning.
A unique collage in continuous motion of change.
The world is a kaleidoscope.
Shine light on your new perspectives and watch the beauty
come alive.
Turn slightly in a new direction or with a new perspective
and unveil the unknown.
I am a kaleidoscope looking out myself at this kaleidoscope
world.
And I am just beginning to have the deep knowing that the
beauty of the world comes from inside of me.
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This story was written as part of an assignment from the writing group I joined here in Arizona where I am living. I appreciate THE SCRIBE TRIBE for the inspiration that propelled me to write this piece and to all of you who have encouraged, created, and supported my creative expressions. I am blessed and excited to share more in the hopes it touches your heart and stretches your capacity to love more deeply, Yourself and Others! Love, Teri!
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AFFIRMING MY BUTT
Be grateful for my Butt? You must be kidding!
How can I appreciate that which I choose to ignore?
Adore what I ignore? Oh touche'
Adore that entity I recognize as BIG.
The part that stresses me when tables are too close, when isles are narrow.
When swimsuit season nears!!!!
Adore the rippling jello of flesh?
YES YES YES
I adore that my bum stays warm with heat
That is knows the luxury of food to eat
It sleeps in a bed with cozy blankets and sheets
And has never once known what its like to live in the streets.
I adore my rump that fills my closet full of clothes
The one that gets treated with a massage from someone it knows.
The tush that soaks in warm baths with bubbles and slips into a robe.
The seat of my spirit with goals to see the globe!
Skin, flesh, muscle, nerve and bone.
SO WHAT if it is a bit lacks in tone.
I adore my round booty for the prosperity it shows.
I adore my rear cushion for the health that it knows.
I am grateful to say I affirm my butt! Too much too be grateful for? SO WHAT!
When I look once again, I will give it a wink and a grin
And a grateful squeeze for the joy, laughter, friendships, love, success and other blessings...I WIN!
So to spend time complaining of having too much~
Would give me less time for pleasure
So today I Affirm my Gluteus Maximus is a Treasure!
And My Heart Broke
By Teri! Freesmeyer
When I heard the assignment I was glad to be in the space of consciousness and healing I am in. At one time, more than one time actually, I would have had a very different reaction and thought to where I would go with this.
Friends move away, pets have to be put to sleep, your best friend is no longer your best friend, marriage ends, relationships end, jobs change, someone you love dies. But it is in pure gratitude I can say this, “And My Heart Broke.”
The first time I really knew this, she was looking around. Head wrapped in a tiny hat, eyes wide open and glowing blue. She looked as if she was taking it all in, meeting life in awe and anticipation. I would have been there for her delivery but she flipped upside down at the very last minute. Mother-to-be is scurried off to the operating room for an Emergency C-section. At this point they still believed She was a He.
I knew all along. I could see in my minds eye as soon as I knew I was going to be an Aunt. I saw there, a long slender finger with the naturally manicured nails with a tiny hand wrapped around it with an aura of white and pink. I knew my Mom was going to die and this was the deal she made with God. Give this child the baby she longs to be a Mother to, so she has something to live and love for. My sister you see was one of those brave souls in the world who lived life the hard way most of the time.
So as they wheeled my sister and baby down the hall towards our eagerly awaiting family, she says “You were right, Sis, meet your niece!”
And my Heart Broke Open, it burst full of love and stretched in a way I had never known before. An inner knowing that everything is alright no matter what happens. The feeling of Love I had yet to know to this degree.
Three years later, my niece and my Sister are living with me again. And although the situation is less than ideal in the story book realm of how you hope relationships are for the parents as a child is born, we are heading to the hospital for the birth of “our” next baby.
This time I get to be there. I am coach, hand holder, cheerleader, and curious spectator as I see the most amazing sight I have ever witnessed. My niece, her dark haired head crowning the opening as she comes into the world to breath her first breath in the open!
And my Heart Broke Open, it burst full of love and stretched beyond the capacity I had ever known before. An inner knowing that although things may not look like you expected, there is a greater gift in this plan, Love.
I have always been an adventurer, a bit of a gypsy, a wanderer and a seeker of Freedom. I set out on a lone road trip to Yellowstone and The Tetons. As I drove I thought of those I may wish could experience this with me. And still deep inside knowing this trip was called to be one I was meant to take alone.
The car gripped the snake like road as I climbed higher in altitude. As I round the curves I approach majestic spectacles one after the other, I am breathless. And there at the Top of the World I am in at the Present Moment, I see it, perhaps for the first time ever. The expansive view of nothing-ness and at the same time everything-ness sprawled before me. I felt all alone in one sense and not alone. I felt complete as One in the big world. Yet I was lost in myself. I could not have shared this with anyone else. The moment was mine to know and mine to understand. I was looking at Heaven. It was the moment I felt One with The Creator. I could see eternity, I saw void. I was in a place of mystical nature, the end and beginning, all at the same time.
And my Heart Broke wide open, as tears slid down my face. I was filled with the lightest, all encompassing feeling. I found Peace. This is the address of Peace in my heart. I had been stretched to the ends of the Earth on this lone road trip to discover the Answer I had been looking for, searching to get to, the one that rang true in my Soul.
I found it in a hospital room, surrounded with family and friends. I found love.
I found it on a mountain, all alone. I found Peace.
I recently received a card from a friend who lost her sister a few months ago. I had channeled a poem to her from her sister. It touched me deeply to be that messenger and that she understood the depths in me from which it came. It brought a new understanding to our relationship and to part of why I was moving to Arizona.
In the card she shared words with me, this time as my messenger. She writes, “You are one of those people that I can see God thru.”
And my heart broke open, and expanded. I found Truth.
Feb 10, 2008
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All Written information, stories and poetry, Copywritten 2008. Teri! Freesmeyer.
