Help for Veterans with PTSD, Wounds, or Amputations

19 12 2017

New Years has always been a time of review and planning for me. This year is no exception, though perhaps, I am more than ever drawn to those things which I am most passionate about.

At the moment that is the plight of our service men and woman coming home with PTSD, wounds or amputations. While they receive medical assistance, their spiritual needs are sometimes unmet.

I want to make it known to a larger number of people that I offer free shamanic healing to these folks when they find their way to me. All too often people come to me only after they have tried every other possibility they could think of.

Here is an excerpt from an abstract describing the results of a research project investigating the efficacy of shamanic healing for PTSD published in the Journal of Science and Healing: “Although participants described physical changes, three times as much text was devoted to changes in self-awareness, capacity for coping, improvement in relationships, and taking better care of themselves. Their experience describes a process of transformation.”

If you or someone you know needs this help, please contact me.

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Healer Mentoring

19 11 2017

To all you wonderful healers out there, thank you for your work.

And all you beginning healers, maybe healers, or sort of wondering if you are healers, please be open to the possibility. This world need you!

Are you a burned out healer or a healer who is transitioning to a new stage in your healing practice?, Do you need someone to work through the process with?

I mentor a lot of healers, on various paths. I respect all paths and often say, “one water, many wells.”  I have no interest in branding my work or finding disciples. After more than 30 years doing this work I have experience, perspective, and a desire to help.

This work can be done face-to-face or over the phone.

Please email me if you would like to know more: lindanadeau33@gmail.com

 





Shamanic Classes for the New Year

19 11 2017

Dear Friends,

I am sorry to have been away so long. I hope you are still out there and that things are going well for you. A few kind folks have been reminding me that I promised some events. The first of the new year seems like a good time to begin.  I have planned:

  • Beginning shamanic journeying on Saturday,  January 6, 2018 from 8:00 to 5:00.
  • Extraction Healing the following Saturday, January 13, 2018 from 8:00 to 5:00.

The fee is $100 per class for $160 for both, payable in advance.  Please email me for more information. This will also allow me to take a count to select a suitable venue. If it is a small group we can do it here at my home, otherwise I will rent a larger space.

Please let me know other interests you may have. I am open to sharing some of what I have learned in the last 32 years exploring this path.

Also, please share this with anyone you think might be interested. Since I closed my meetup group this is the only place I am posting this information.

EMAIL ADDRESS: lindanadeau33@gmail.com

 

 

 

 





Thou Art My Sister/Thou Art My Family

18 01 2016

As requested:

THOU ART MY SISTER

Thou art my sister, because we were born of the same Great Spirit;

Conceived from the same mound of earth;

Slept quietly together in the cradle of unknowing until Great Spirit gently set us in the midst of humanity…

You are my sister, I love you.

 

You and I are destined to be companions on the highway of life;

Together or apart. You are my sister, I love you.

If the color of my skin is different from yours,

It mattereth not, only let the beauty of our souls be kindred…

 

I will honor your wisdom and understanding, as you will mine. Together

We shall seek the seeds of truth in the distant rooms of the Great Spirit;

The reflection of inner knowledge shall wear as beauty upon our faces…

You are my sister, I love you.

 

If death takes from me the lamp of life, and the veil of eternal sleep falls across my eyes before yours, I will wait for you.

I will come to lead you a cross the bridge of night into the meadows of Great Spirit… You are my sister, I love you.

 

Adapted from a poem by Jean Humphrey Chaillie, Navajo 1940

 

MAY THE MOUNTAINS’S OWN GREAT SPIRIT

MAKE YOUR LIFE A SINGING STREAM.

MAY THE TWELVE NEW MOONS NOW COMING BRING A PURPOSE TO YOUR DREAMS

MAY A RAINBOW TOUCH YOUR SHOULDER

WITH A PROMISE OF ITS GLOW,

MAY THE SUNLIGHT FALL UPON YOU

AS YOU WALK IN MANY SNOWS.

 

Traditional Native American prayer

THOU ART MY FAMILY

Thou art my family, because we were born of the same Great Spirit;

Conceived from the same mound of earth;

Slept quietly together in the cradle of unknowing until Great Spirit gently set us in the midst of humanity…

You are my family, I love you.

 

You and I are destined to be companions on the highway of life;

Together or apart. You are my family, I love you.

If the color of my skin is different from yours,

It mattereth not, only let the beauty of our souls be kindred…

 

I will honor your wisdom and understanding, as you will mine. Together

We shall seek the seeds of truth in the distant rooms of the Great Spirit;

The reflection of inner knowledge shall wear as beauty upon our faces…

You are my family, I love you.

 

If death takes from me the lamp of life, and the veil of eternal sleep falls across my eyes before yours, I will wait for you.

I will come to lead you a cross the bridge of night into the meadows of Great Spirit… You are my family, I love you.

 

Adapted from a poem by Jean Humphrey Chaillie, Navajo 1940

 

 

 





Don’t Look Back

12 01 2016

Sometimes we can be so startled by the magnitude of a change which has happened during a healing that we look back rather than forward. Often it is hard to believe that a goal, long sought, is accomplished. Changes such as the loss of something unwanted, such as an emotion, or a connection to something, or positive change in health do happen. It can be hard to believe.

Sometimes our brilliant analytic mind, in trying to understand how this change happened, attempts to trace events. This looking back can undo a lot of good. In some cases, look toward what you want, not what you don’t want is best. I don’t mean neglect reality. Continue appropriate treatment. But, be brave in facing the unknown which is your new reality with the changes that have been made. It is like a child clinging to an abusive parent because it is all they know. We run a risk of become what I call, “united in our woundedness”. Run or tiptoe bravely toward what is next.





A Simple, Easy and Effective Self-Healing Technique

12 01 2016

A simple, easy and effective self-healing technique

Following any deep spiritual work one can feel overwhelmed by the remaining energy of what has passed. Many, many years ago I learned this technique and still use it today. I’m sorry I don’t remember exactly who taught it to me. I hope it can help you.

It can be done in any physical position but I will describe is as though you are standing.

  • Begin by imagining you are in a small egg shaped bubble of energy.
  • Imagine unzipping this bubble below your feet.
  • Imagine your fingers extending out a couple feet and being covered with feathers, as though your arms where a bird’s wings.
  • Starting above your head, use these wings to sweep any negative energy off you.
  • Slowly move down your body on all sides, even lifting your feet to get anything unwanted under them.
  • Imagine this negative energy being carried out through that unzipped part of the bubble.
  • Then, imagine zipping the bubble up so that only positive and neutral energy is left in the bubble.

If you are not able to lift your feet or if you must do this seated or laying down just imagine your “wings” extending into the ground, chair, or bed.

I urge you to try this. It works. After a few times using this technique, you way start to be aware of a thick, sticky substance that is removed. It always leaves me feeling calmer and lighter. Good luck!

 

 

 





Dog Piles and Other Holiday Lessons

25 12 2014

Christmas means a good dog pile.  When my kids were little we would get up early on Christmas morning, open gifts, drink cocoa, eat croissants with raspberry freezer jam then lay around enjoying each other with looks of contentment on our faces. I have always thought of these special times as dog piles. I think we looked like a pile of puppies with full bellies laying across each other on the sofa half asleep. My kids are grown now but happily time with them still feels much the same. My wish for you is that you have many such special times with your family and friends.

My thoughts turn to others less fortunate and I am reminded of a time many years ago when I was reminded of the need for compassion for others. One evening I turned on the television and began to flick the remote control to move through the channels.  I came across the image of a woman just as she said that her boyfriend asked her to give him her five-year-old daughter for sex in exchange for drugs and that she had done so.

Repulsed, I swiftly moved to another channel. But, it was too late. The assault to my senses was intense. My inner voice shouting at me, “She is you and you are her. You must love her.” This was in stark contrast to my mind which was saying “how could she, she is the lowest of the low, and why put such a horrible person on television?” My safe little cocoon was assaulted.

I felt the opportunity for a big lesson, as usual, suddenly and unexpectedly. Reluctantly I turned back to that channel and saw what a truly pathetic person she was. I would estimate her age at 35 but  she looked 50. As she spoke, the effects of her self-confessed drug use, criminal past, and bad relationships began to explain how this incident had occurred. Her description of the Hell she had been through was a profound and, possibly, life changing for some of us in the audience.

And I was asked to open my heart to her. This was not an easy task as I had seen the lives of loved ones devastated by such acts. In an act of faith in my unseen teacher, I followed instruction. I began to open myself to a greater self, the part of me which remembers how it feels to be a tiny grain of sand in a beautiful and shimmering universe. This part of me feels no edges between places, things, and beings. It feels joy at being alive and part of all things. From this place of unity I could truly love this person, see that we were much more alike than different, and that, yes, we were each other. I could offer her love and support as she worked to forgive herself and make a positive difference in this world. I could see that given different circumstances I could have been her. Now I was observer. In the past, present, and future I was, had been or would be both victim and perpetrator. I too needed forgiveness, compassion and support. As I offered these to this nameless woman I received them. I was changed by this moment and was reminded why it is better to give than receive. Please join me in praying for love and compassion for all, for good health, the joy of having loved ones near, and for our loved ones near and far.