Friday, September 14, 2018

Sharing TransformOtion's Love, Ascension & Forgiveness Transmission with Light Language




I am both excitedly sharing both my QHHT Brothers Michael & Ron and this profoundly powerful, highly quantum "(Better Quality) Ascension Update, Our Journey, The Event, Light Language" Transmission and Forgiveness Healing, and Trip Update. 

Below is a transcription of my comment the day following, today, listening to this blessed activation and love filled healing transmission of Beautiful Michael James Garber and his Lovely Husband, business, adventure, soul, ascension and dance partner Ron Amit, of TransformOtion.

Amazing transmission on so many levels. Thank you our Beautiful Beloveds: Michael James and Ron! Will replay this as it's so quantum, the activations and encoding will only expand with ongoing interaction! 

Got some huge aha's regarding my daring, high contrast relationship with my Adoptive Narcissistic Jewish Mother. My Dad and I have always shared pure grace, ease and love. Yes I am blessed to have an Early STARseed Galactic Volunteer, Author, Researcher and Presenter, Father, Marshall Klarfeld, now 89 years young. www.AdamTheMissingLink.com 

My Mom has a big heart, yet also we have carried deep fear of the Russian Jewish genocided race, culture, people! We've experienced a lot of co-dependency, enmeshment, fear, rage and control, toxic shame, and poisonous projections, through my 85 year young mom. I own my home with her help, which has been both a blessing and a war. I went "no contact" with my Narcissistic Mom, shortly after her December Sagittarius big birthday, last year. 

I woke up today, after tracking all your beautiful love filled transmissions and soul gift offerings, affirmation, light language, and prayer. I had a new feeling around resolution in myself and with regards to my Mom and her control, volatility, rage and so on. I scribbled down the following: "STABILITY: both still fighting to find, feel, and have it. Can't steal it from the past.  Can only create it individually to move forward!"  Reading BrenĂ© Brown's very personal, NY Bestseller "Rising Strong," too.  

Love you both... ALL, and many especially's.  Especially now my mind won't let me just pick one point, ha ha ha... all of this!!! Thanks for guiding and loving us all so beautifully.  Love you dearly.  Maybe I was going to say, especially the part where you talk about how everything is expanding, our intuition, our Source connection, our healing and energy gifts, and especially our creative gifts!  Also loved the reminder that we courageous volunteer starseed souls, on assignment, chose the "e-ticket" high contrast families and relationships, not because we are losers, yet because we are Creators of Worlds, who got this! 

And I love all you said about contrast. And I totally love every perception you shared on how we are at Earth School, playing a cosmic game, and it's all a play, as I was adamantly explaining this to my best friend hours before, and she kept saying, "I don't know, I don't agree."  Super encoded. My Mom was in theater, as was I in youth.  So I love peeking through that lens, of how we leave earth, rip off our costumes, and all love each other dearly and completely.  While down here in costume, we think, "remind me never to do a show with her again!" What a big cosmic joke! Love all the ripples we are sending across creation with our big fat Greek Earth Lives!  Ha ha ha. Wonderful!



Today I wish L’Shana Tova, much love joy and renewal, in you, our hearts, our lives, our families, crossroads, changes, wholeness, and your journey.

I wish you a dear and renewal filled season, new 5778, and New Earth to all my Multidimensional Jewish Kin, to my Jewish Tribe, to our Starseed Relations, to all of our Jew Friendly Friends, and to Everyone really, because if you know me, you know I’m convinced we’ve all tried being everything, Buddhists, Jews, Mesas, Jaguars, Dragonflies, Rabbis, canters, Muslims, people of all colors, Blue Folks, Goddesses, Middle Easterners, Flowers, Crystals, Angels, warlords, soldiers, sacred prostitutes, slaves, Starseed, and Creator Gods.

Peace & goodness, new beginnings, music, play, & unifying vibes!




So much love, Tribe!

You can find more support on the ascension journey at the following links:


Trailblazing Transformation QHHT ThetaHealing + https://www.trailblazingtransformation.com

Trailblazing Transformation on Facebook
www.facebook.com/TrailblazingTransformation

Raw Creation Artist Jen Klarfeld on Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/RawCreationArtistJenKlarfeld/

The Inspiration Squad in Santa Fe
https://www.facebook.com/arttogetherthursdays/

Jen Klarfeld on Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/jenuineindigo1/

Jen Klarfeld's YouTube Channel
https://www.youtube.com/user/jenlynart/

Michael James Garber and Ron Amit at TransformOtion in Ashland, Oregon https://transformotion.org

TransformOtion Fan Page on Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/trans4motion/

TransformOtion Channel on YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCh1jn6NfFVZim58Z0I1c3kQ

Transformotion on Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/trans4motion/

My Dad Marshall Klarfeld's STarseed Origins Research Website
www.AdamTheMissingLink.com

Marshall Klarfeld's Adam the Missing Link Fan Page on Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/ADAM-The-Missing-Link-135709339826650/

Marshall Klarfeld's Fan Page on Facebook 
https://www.facebook.com/Marshall-Klarfeld-276076945858096/

Dolores Cannon's Official Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique Website
https://www.qhhtofficial.com

Quantum Healers Website
https://www.quantumhealers.com

Saturday, September 1, 2018

A Lifelong Struggle for Freedom of Expression - Issa Nyaphaga - TEDxABQ



Returning from a handful of wonderful ceremonies, celebrations and circles on the wake on my birthday, I opened my e-mailbox to discover this sweet gem of inspiration in the form of a Ted Talk in Albuquerque, New Mexico, by our dear friend Issa Nyaphaga.

He packs a lot of LIFE, inspiration, wisdom, and resilience into a wee 10 or so minutes.

Here is my response on YouTube: 

Super Original, Empowering, and Inspiring my Global Local, Tribal Urban Creative Co-Creative Friend Issa. Thank you for this powerful wisdom, contributions, gifts and resilience. A wonderful message. Glad I got to see, hear and meet you in person when you gave your first live talk and performance in Santa Fe, in 2009, and that I have been in the circle of friends that have shared your life, creativity and story, including the Inspiration Squad! Love, encouragement, creativity, inspiration, sovereignty, unity, originality, and resilience on the way, Dear Friend, Issa Nyaphaga! May you continue to reach many hearts all around this world!

Feel welcome to share this with anyone who may be uplifted by Issa.

You can find, be-fan, befriend, follow, and enjoy Issa, his activism, art, travels, and inspiration at:

Issa Nyaphaga on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/IssaNyaphaga/

The Inspiration Squad on Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/arttogetherthursdays/

Hope International for Tikar People

Blog ISSA ARTOONIST INFO PROJECTS Art for Hope Community Service Community Art Center
http://www.hitip.org

Issa Capillarist on YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/user/Capillarist

Issa Artoonist on Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/issa_artoonist/

Thank You Issa.

Friday, August 3, 2018

Vianna Stibal: Divine Timing




This week I have been calling what Kamajou Tadfor​ endearingly named "the Jen​ Warp,"newly "Divine Time!" Today I am deeply moved, feeling precious success in my life, Soul Arts Practice, and current Healing Arts Sessions, including ThetaHealing by Vianna Stibal​ and Dolores Cannon' QHHT. The Multiverse guided and treated me to my Teacher, Vianna Stibal's Limitless Possibilities: Creating MORE Live Webinar today on Facebook.  


Here is my celebration of the dearly encoding experience, shared all around the world today, as well as a gift video of Vianna for all of us. "I'm feeling so blessed, and cherishing tuning in live, seeing and hearing you today, Vianna Stibal... Vianna SKY BALL, as someone once translated it, which made me smile, and I noted that is perfect, as Vianna is a SKY BALL, and helps us be and assist Soul Kin in MultiDimensional SkyBall Adventures!!! Overflowing with love and GRATITUDE here, feeling educated, renewed, feathers fluffed, humble, human, divine, manifestational and peaceful all in one swirl of Fabulous Creation.  


I am really moved by Vianna and your/her openness sharing your/her/our human imperfections, and how we signed up to allow/design some of these, to "play with" overcoming, through our human expressions.  Super Amazing.  GLORIOUS.  So Grateful... YES, Please, Thank You... More Please. I am really moved by the whole permission to celebrate our imperfections as drivers on the journey of Creation, right here, right now, on Earth.  


This Webinar inspired, transformed, and continues so, and I loved how endearing, encoding, mythical, and right down to Earth, practical and abundant it, Vianna, our ThetaHealing Community, and we ourselves are, as well as all the permission, encouragement, and empowerment, and pure focus and simplicity as it poured through, from the heart of Creation, through the heart of Vianna, through the Hearts of us Change Makers, Wayshowers and Light Stewards.  It reminds me how playful, succinct, and direct it all is and can be!  Glorious! Delighted to return and play with these shiny gifts and toys & share them open heartedly! Grateful and beaming with LOVE for you Vianna, Shiny Sparkly Team, and ALL!  Beautiful. Big Love Soul Kin... from Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA!  


PS We really are (on) the leading edge of Creation. Thanks for reminding us Vianna!  YAY!!!!!!" - Jen Klarfeld - Lead Artist and Soul Artist at www.TrailblazingTransformation.com

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Inspired by "The Rachel Divide"



I just watched the documentary "The Rachel Divide," tonight, on Netflix. The Documentary opened up some complexities, of the life story of Rachel Dolezal, that there were black siblings adopted into her family by her white American parents, and when her black sister went to file a case against their white brother for sexual molestation back in her childhood, Rachel stood by her sisters claims, and the parents chose to discredit both of them, to protect their own lies, and selves.

It seems like she was marred by these injustices, and identified with the oppressed siblings, and did not feel proud nor identified with white parents and abusive, troubled, white brother. I actually related a lot to her, her feelings, and her story. Not specifically all of it, yet a fair bit of it, to her inner drive to define who she resonated as, and shape her life by what she held respect and love, and identification with and for! I respect her unique audacity and knowing, comfort and love, in a community she willingly fought for, even while ridiculed, taunted, attacked, hated and critiqued in return. 



I was as adopted infant, and have had pretty vivid recall of past lives in multiple cultures and "races," from age 18 to 52. I resonate with African friends, loved ones, beauty culture, music, food, (just not West African polygamy so much,) and identify my race as "all," mainly because I experience a unified, and diverse world, within my memories, as having recalled slave lives of multiple races, and war lord lives as well.  

I have fallen in love with men from Iran, Native America, West Africa, Brazil, and Amsterdam, and most of them thought they were only their outward cultural expression overall. Still, they all had some openness of soul, some broader view of humanity, some gentleness, some innate gifts. So an open mind is not always an easy thing to transmit in this world, even in progressive America. Still, I imagine a closed mind, is an even harder burden to bare. Perhaps adoption opens the mind, and, or else my soul brought that into this lifetime.  

I can respect some of the popular views that her identification as a black woman, while born to white parents, is hard on her sons, and simultaneously, how she has raised them with a lot of love and self respect, honoring their culture, over her own. It is awkward.  

Michael Jackson bleached his face and shrank his nose, and we love him all the same. Maybe sexually abusive parents and or families inspire such longings. "If only I was the opposite race, maybe I could have stayed safe?" I don't know. 




Watching the documentary, it really felt like in her soul, Rachel holds connections to the African culture, "race" and experience. I was sad to see how much hate and fear she was met with in the African American community, and the sneering, conservative white Fox News type "culture," as well! I kept thinking, that hate is mostly not about her, mostly projection.  

I live in Santa Fe, where the cultures mingle closer, and African culture is admired, appreciated, and respected by many.  

Also, there are young children all over the world, with proven past life recall, often to different cultures, countries and sexes.  Some people identify with Judaism, and marry a Hassidic Jew, fighting and studying to get in, and then appropriating their ways. There are black people who live as Hassidic Jews. Honestly let people live as who there soul identifies with.  

Maybe she loved her sister, and black siblings as a child, and it was safer to see herself mirrored in beloved kin who had skin, hair, beauty, love, and gifts of the African Diaspora. Perhaps it is more injustice and slavery we are really mad at. Lets pick our battles. Maybe we're not all proud to be from primarily while lineages. Maybe that's a good thing.  

I once wished to be born in the Yoruba Tribe of Nigeria, West Africa, during turbulence on an airplane. You are welcome to call it cultural appropriation. I call it deep soul memory, and the truth of who really all are, one human family, with beautiful diversity, unity, and power.  

When I fell in love with a West African gentleman, who is now married to a West African woman, I visited Cameroon. In many ways I was moved, relieved, and felt at home. The first thing the family said to me was "welcome!" I could feel it. I hope we can reclaim that level of dignity in this conversation. 


I am sad for all the rage projected on this beautiful, open minded soul. I am grateful for the freedom she bridges into our shared world, from some African Soul memories, adoration, resonance, appreciation, and honoring. From some deeper love. To me she inspires the question "love or hate?" "Love or fear?" In me, from her identifications, documentary, and book, Within me, I feel she is inviting me to love. I see her, and relate to her identification, not only to being black, yet to being free enough to define, design, and honor blackness. How beautiful, inspiring, courageous, and powerful. Bravo.  

I would love to see her experience a past life regression, as I facilitate, and recall lifetimes of African strength and power, struggle, gifts, family, and triumph. And likely all expressions of sexes, cultures, classes, roles, and identifications. But alas now I am projecting, and I also truly appreciate her journey, exactly as it is. I am every color and culture of this new emerging rainbow tribe. It is not always an easy inner knowing to openly direct outward, and share. Yet I would not close my mind for anything now. Thank you!

See the documentary, if you are willing to keep your mind and heart open. Try seeing through the lens of your full humanity, from the love and the unity many of us want for all our children, not just a few.

I am not here denying or knocking the concept of white privilege, nor racism and all its shadow in America and the larger world. Yet I notice that black blessing is often minimized, in the raging support of pitting white privilege against black victims. To me there are also soul realities, karma, and grace. To me, if we knew who we are, across a full range of soul timelines, we would face realities where we have all played the roles of victims, perpetrators, privileged, and blessed.

It saddens me a great deal, that so much of the population can not even imagine these possibilities yet. I am grateful for multidimensional realities, perception, and so on.


As a human with both human, familial, lineage, cultural, and national karma, problems, assets, deficits, imperfections, learning curves, amnesia, lesson plans, blessings, and Grace, I feel it is beneficial to see through multifaceted, multidimensional lenses. Doing so expands compassion on all sides.  While the problems, injustices, and prejudices within communities of people of color, and or people seen by some as the "other," outsider, or scapegoat, are valid, and worthy of our focus, and ultimately transformation, I see the old black and white thinking as potentially dangerous, outdated and harmful.  Ironically most "black" people, or people of the African Diaspora are some mix of black, white, and other cultural and "race" identifications.

May I be instrumental in expressing, valuing, sharing, and validating the realities, where there is in fact more gray space, than not. For me, that is what both the life, voice, experiences, identifications, and documentary movie of Rachel Dolezal reveal.  We have more to learn than we could ever fully realize, in mere human form.

Truth is we're mostly SOURCE, and a small percent human, and an even smaller part, whatever flavor of human we, as each soul, signed on for.

People labeled as "white," many of them have complexities, life and soul memories, slave histories, victim histories, and so on. I feel the time is ripe for us, the human family, to upgrade our narrative to include full honesty and compassion. I believe we have all been everything. To openly consider this means we all have shame in our soul lineages, family lines, and more. May we begin to unpack our baggage in more vulnerable ways, to face this on the multiple levels, reality truly exists on!


We're all so black it's unbelievable. I hope to help us recover who we truly are, in all our fabulous flavors, cultures, shades, expressions, and color combinations. I hope to help Rachel Dolezal, Nkechi Diallo, Gift of God, reawakens blackness, soul, humanity and culture in all willing waking human family members on Earth.

May we all regain and reclaim the larger truth of who we really are!

I bless the diversity in all of us! May blessings and love fill in the places and spaces infiltrated with fear, hate, and hopelessness within my human self, and in all of us!

Monday, April 2, 2018

Last Day on the Earth Plane for my Kitty Kin



Precious on her last day in physicality, on Earth

Today I feel a mix of feelings and responses from sadness to relief, from vulnerability and loss, to ease and freedom. Today I sent my elder kitty cat Precious across the rainbow bridge, to the shape-shifting realms of mystery and light.

Precious outside, last day of Earth Blessings

Almost a whole week ago, in my car, parked in the Vitamin Cottage parking lot under rare falling snow, I surfed google on my smart phone, for Cat Euthanasia.

The previous week, I had searched portable pet stairs.  My elder kitty girl had been struggling with so many challenges, in her aging process. If she was 8 years old when she came to me, she may have reached 19 or 20 by this year.

She seemed to have Alzheimer's or dementia like symptoms, that caused her to cry out loud, kind of wailing, at various times, for food, company, comfort, or connection. Sometimes she would walk in circles, and kind of keep circling, nowhere in particular, more like a wind up toy, a little lost on the way. Her mind was on rocky ground, and not what it used to be.  Her emotions were also strained.  She was not the relaxed and happy, aware, care-giving being she used to be.  She was retired in many ways from her old offerings.

In her heyday, Precious was always nurturing, loving, grooming, or comforting someone. She brought love and comfort to tender, vulnerable people, and Soul Arts Clients, and to her adopted Tortie Sister Kin, Her Holiness, the Halai Lama. Halai came to us, with a gaping open wound, from a mishap, we only know she somehow lived through, that tore open her underbelly. Her original name was Holy Holly, the Manager's Favorite. I decided immediately, no one in this home will remain named after their worst life trauma and wound.

Precious came to me with the name Precious. Later I learned Rinpoche actually translates to Precious, or Precious One.  So here I was blessed to live and thrive with the Precious One, and Her Holiness.  Quite a holy team!

Precious embracing and Halai embraced

I adopted Precious through Felines and Friends, at our local Pet Co, with the help of Randa, who became a friend, 11 or 12 years ago. Precious gained her young sister friend Halai, in November 2008, which turned into a blessing for all involved.

I still remember, when I adopted Precious, a clerk, at the store, cried, and told me she had fostered Precious, for a while. She shared of how Precious mothered some of the unweaned kittens, loving them into trusting this world.

Precious and Halai on our QHHT bed

As mentioned Precious was a giver. If she was human, she might have led a codependent support group, as she was always putting the needs of others, before hers. In the cat world, I suppose she was simply very loving, caring, and nurturing. She would groom and love Halai, and gave most of the time, receiving on rare occasions.  

In my Healing Practice, she was highly instinctive. I used to confide in clients, that Precious had a kind of a radar, for other givers like her. My starseed clients were often wired like her, set here on this mad planet, to selflessly give and serve. Precious had a special resonance to her own kind. She used to jump up into the lap of these vulnerable visiting starseed, as they cried, reviewing their life and challenges, hopes, dreams and visions. She in some way understood.

Initially, she used to get startled when anyone male came around. I imagined she was emotionally traumatized her self, from some historical moments I could never really understand or fully imagine.

Whatever it was, it made for wonderful compassion, caring, and commiserating. She did learn over time, our home was a safe place for her, and every visiting guest and friend, was a safe being, in our safe haven, too.

She led a good life here. In her zenith, she helped hunt some mice, lizards, snakes and centipedes, on the brick floors of our home. As she eased into her retirement years, and the house eventually got "mouse proofed." She wound down, and eased off of hunting and eventually surrendered to let clients review their life, without rigorous feline support.

Precious snuggling with Halai

Further ravages of aging, brought nervous system issues, that caused a rigidifying effect in her extremities, where she was kind of holding on for life. Her back legs became less certain, and would sometimes shake and give way. Leaping up to the couch functioned almost to the end, yet she did, at times not succeed in her leaps. Later still, she would sometimes leap herself, and other times whine out, for a lift.

She remained hungry and food focused, often right after eating, as her aging body became more fur and bones.  Yesterday she and her sister enjoyed the American fringe benefits about 4 meals, which they polished off completely.

There was a period of time marked by peeing and occasionally pooping outside the liter box, directly on the brick floor. She was so old, it didn't even smell very strong.  Still the job of cleaning it all up, grew greater, near the end.

For a while I used human logic, yelling, putting her in the litter box, shouting no. I even barricaded her in a few times. It made us both... all feel crumby.  After a while, I realized, it didn't necessarily follow any logic at all. It was more maybe physiological, and perhaps a result of the dementia. Not sure she could remember to enter a litter box at the end. When she did, if she did, it was my luck, so to speak.

Shape-shifting Cat Spirit

I did witness the decline of P's little empire, her life and her world, as her physical, mental and emotional vitality consistently dissipated. Her joy slipped, beyond this realm, and more misery crept in.  One day, in March, while eating her dinner, she purred, as loud as a cat can purr, all the while eating her canned salmon, or tuna. I marveled, wondering, how can she purr, and eat, all at the simultaneously. I suppose that was a peak moment for her, at her little dining tray.

She had been rendered toothless, for most of the years of her stay here. She had one small nub of a tooth, left in her whole mouth.

Her eyes seemed to have cataracts, and I had to turn the food bowl around, so she could even eat all the food. She also used to make quite the ruckus, crashing into the food and water tray, both out of handicaps, and as a loud, angry plea for meals! Sometimes, between the brain freeze of dementia, and the back legs growing weak to collapsing, she would wail for direction, focus, and tuna, while circling away from her food bowl, almost mechanically.

She also lost most of her ability to groom herself, and even to surrender or relax her body into a reclining position. Instead she kind of hunched or sat up for the last year or so.

Was it the 5G? Hopefully not.

So while I thought I was placing an "informational" call out to the local mobile Euthanasia Vet, she confirmed that it sounded like it was time to let go. I felt relieved, and my search for stairs to the couch, morphed into an appointment for my Precious to climb up the stairway to heaven, out beyond my embodied vantage point.

I felt relief, and some guilt, making the decision. I suppose I felt guilt, imagining my cat as more of a human. I mean we have more humane options and supports, when our human kin, experience physical deterioration, on the aging journey.  I did things like second guessing my decision through using my mini dowsing rods, and testing, "it is better to allow her to go," "it is better to keep her here..." One day, second guessing myself, while driving, I saw what in my lexicon, looked like a very homeless pair of men, in town.  I took this to mean, she feels more "homeless" at home, than not. I newly saw surrendering her from life, and struggle, as sending her home to the spirit world, and as more humane, than keeping her here.

I had moments of doubt, guilt, and even wrote a friend, and expressed questioning whether it is a sinister act to, "kill my cat," when I could let her live out her days naturally, until she releases the body herself.

After calling the mobile vet, and arranging the trans-dimensional passage, I went into the Vitamin Cottage: Natural Grocers.

I swapped places, in the produce department, for access to the Brussels sprouts, and blurted out something honest to a baby boomer local woman, standing closer to the fresh ginger root. I said, something like, "I just made a call to a mobile vet, and scheduled to end my elder cat's life." This led to open sharing, vulnerability expression, acquaintance, and the exchange of helpful emotions and teaching stories.

My new friend in the produce aisle, shared that someone told her, after she had to end her dogs life, that if a dog or cat lived as a wild animal, that they would not stick around suffering so much and so long, rather they would cross over much faster.  Yet because of love and loyalty, they stick around for their human companions, and one more bowl of wet food!  

My produce friendship lasted over an hour, we spoke of the hippies, the starseed, the new hope-of-the-future children, death, loss, pets, people, family, life, and more. We learned that we are both artists and healers, and both highly open-minded stewards birthing and bridging the dawning of this true age, and our New Earth. The universal healing salve of communication, love, compassion, and caring was ignited and shared. We traded names, calling cards, hugs, and inspiration, releasing each other back to our snowy day shopping adventures and lives, all the better for our communications and unique delays.

So today came, featuring our appointment with Amanda, the compassionate Santa Fe Mobile Veterinarian. I spent the week, giving more love and attention to Precious, than she may have known what to do with. We got to spend a life or two loving each other. She seemed like she was indeed my childhood kitty cat, come back for another round, and her tortoiseshell sister pal, the adopted baby sister! Four lives down, 14 to go!

The Vet ran a little late, serving others earlier today. Precious had hid in her little kitty condo, near the window.  Prior to Dr. Amanda's arrival,  I plucked Precious out, picked her up, and took her outside. We took some photos, and shared some love, gratitude, and coaching at the crossroads. I held on, and Dr. Amanda finally arrived.

And from there forward, I handled the administrative tasks, handed Precious over to her, a couple times, and then Precious remained in my arms, the rest of the time. I sat on the couch, right next to the spot where Precious has sat and slept, since an old boyfriend kicked the cats out of my bedroom, almost 10 years ago.


"Embrace" Art by me Jen

Doc Amanda gently guided me through all the steps, waiting until I was ready. I held and comforted my sweetie girl.  And when I was ready, the Veterinarian gave precious a sedative shot, in the back skinny thigh, or so. Not sure. I'm not a doctor. P cried out once, and quickly got over it. I held on, as P's body relaxed, more and more and more. I kept comforting, and allowing her and her transition. Her eyes remained open, yet her body went from her rigid aging countenance, to increasing stillness, and softening. I was told the sedative takes anywhere from 2 to 10 minutes. I kept wondering, does she still have a pulse, is her heart still beating? Her eyes were still wide open, yet her neck gave way, and she felt more fluid and less solid.  We bonded, and I told her, "I love you," and "see you later," and "have a beautiful journey."

The doc gently pulled on her back leg, to see if she still felt anything, and she made a super soft sound, only audible to me, about 10% of her previous capacity. It was her last sound.  The doc asked if I'd like a few more minutes. I never turn down a few more minutes. So I accepted.

When she was really fully sedated, and on her way, the doctor gave her the goodbye injection, and I watched blood flow from her body and slightly fill a tube, before I watched some light pink lethal liquid, empty from a syringe, flowing back down into this little sedated being. All while I got to cradle her in my arms. At some point, the Veterinarian announced that she was on her way. I asked if the Vet thought it looked like Precious had cataracts, as I had wondered for a long time. Her eyes remained open, through, and after her departure. I tried to close them, yet they did not really close. Once the kitty spirit or life leaves, all that original detail and beauty in the eyes goes with it. The Vet explained that the eyes all look dark and clouded over, like they have cataracts, at the end. Oh. The Doc took a stethoscope, and tuned in for the silence. Dr. Amanda got a wet clay disk, and pressed a lifeless paw in, to make a lasting impression keepsake. I went with it. Sure. Whatever helps.

The sadness and loss hit me profoundly, in the car, after making the initial service call, and more directly, after the veterinarian scooped what used to be Precious up, and put her little lifeless body in a beautiful, bright, little Native American patterned shroud, and nestled her into a black fabric like, simple cube like box, for her shell's trip to the crematorium.  

As I stood up, Dr. Amanda promptly administered a strong, solid, gentle, understanding hug.

I asked for her business card, and she brought one in to me, after carrying our companion's physical exterior away.  

It was the first time I have experienced anything like this.

I would say that it was harder to see Precious struggling, in so many ways, as so many strengths diminished, slowly, over her aging process. So in some way it was a very humane and loving experience to get to be so gently and practically supported, in her Spirit's crossroads and flight. It was my honor, and not really scary, yet overall, natural and real.  Dr. Amanda brought Halai over to witness the lifeless Precious.  Halai was pretty unphased. The Vet explained that this was pretty normal.

I feel both sad, relieved, and grateful for the life, and love shared.  

What a gift, to get to face and facilitate and be served through such a crossroads, in the comfort of our own home.


Angel Cat by me Jen
Fly free, sweet Precious One! We miss your presence.  We celebrate your journey. Enjoy your true home. Grateful for the life shared. See you again. We love you White Whiskers!  Glad you are free!  Say hello to Larry for us!

 
Remaining Friend Halai, checking out the paw print
 
Halai Cat Dreaming

Halai, gazing up at the Spirit World... We miss you Precious Sister Friend

Me Jen, on a more social day, many moons ago. Photo by Hinton Harrison







If and or when you need such services
in Santa Fe, I highly recommend: 
Amanda Mouradian, DVM 
(505)-795-2300
Chamisa Mobile Veterinary Services
dr.amanda@chamisavet.com

Truly grateful!

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Did my Soul Choose my Parents, All 6 of them?


This impassioned blog entry is copied from a comment I made on a support group I am part of, where individuals are gathered in empowerment, and encouragement, as we are all healing from the human condition, recovering and transforming from Narcissistic abuse in our families of origins. The whole original post was deleted from the group, as it both broke some basic group rules, and also insulted most of the members who took great offense to the article, which I actually mostly aligned with.

Someone in the group posted a link to an article from A.R.E. Edgar Casey's Foundation, entitled "Choosing your Parents," about how as souls, we are assisted by the Angels, in a pre life planning meeting, where we choose our parents. In the group I am a member of, most of the people who commented on the Soul honoring post, were deeply offended, and pained by the concept of souls choosing our parents. I attempt to debunk what I know, hold and research as the truth behind this, even as the article was illegally posted, as per the rules of the group, by someone else.

I wrote this article to shed light on the truth regarding the controversial post under review, and now deleted: "Choosing your parents. " I think I can put it in a context somewhat, without making anyone right or wrong, more from my own experience, wisdom, and training. Some may find healing in my story and awareness, if you allow the whole overview.

I am an adult, adopted, only child. I trained in hypnotherapy and past life regression 25 years ago, after hypnotherapy helped me heal fear held in the body that had developed into chronic pain. Later a friend studied my astrological chart, and noted that these experiences, that of having pain, and finding help, then training as a facilitator of the same tools that helped me, is in my astrological chart. I have trained with 2 + teachers, very famous for their work and books, Dolores Cannon and Dr. Brian Weiss. They have many videos on youtube, and Brian Weiss has appeared twice on Oprah. The sessions I have received, have given me a lot of deep answers, from the SOURCE within.

I met a ThetaHealer, work I am now trained in also, at one of my hypnotherapy and past live regression training sessions. She had intuitive/psychic abilities. She was kind of giving away free guidance, as she tuned into Creator and the Angels, through the Creator. I sat at an outdoor dining table, in Austin Texas, and asked her my Soul's purpose. What she said was profound. She said, "You've experienced a lot of abandonment, and if that's all it was for, it would make for a pretty depressing life. Yet that's not all it was for. As a soul, you set all this up, so you could eventually find spiritual tools and processes that help you transform your trauma, leading you to master those tools, to help others through their trauma."

A few more brief points. I agree that the way this author of the article speaks, could really come off as offensive to people in the West, who don't share in a solid belief of an eternal soul, reincarnation, life purpose, life as a school for our soul, and so on. The author describes it in a kind of simplistic way. My teachers have shared some wonderful insights on how this stuff works, as thousands of clients/explorers have shared through their sessions. The soul is whole, and choses from a very unlimited perspective. It's never intending pain for the sake of pain, punishment, etc. So a far more down to earth description to me is that it's more like theater.

Throughout my life, my Mom and her friends were in a theater troupe, and put on musicals and plays. To me our soul is the actor and actress, who is willing to forget who we truly are, whole, a ray of God's love, divine and connected to all of life. I am told this is one of the most complex planets. and that we are all billions of lifetimes old, not just on Earth. One reason people sign on to be challenged by parents who have their own problems is to help end the brokeness, suffering, pain, and abuse in a whole, or multiple lineages.

Sad as it sounds to say it, one might gain great levels of compassion as a soul, living through abuse. They might be inspired to shift the whole lineage and never treat anyone as we were treated. I know it can seem like gaslighting, implying that life is, " just a play!" And still you get to decide and research if you buy into such possibilities. I am trained in a process, and have received hypnotherapy where we visit the soul's life planning meeting, and ask questions like, "What did I sign on to teach to, and learn from each parent?" I was adopted so my session took twice as long.

In addition to having a birth mother, and a biological father, my adoptive father remarried twice, so that makes a total of 6 parents, including my 2 step mothers.

I signed on to learn what someone very earth based sees reality to be, to help me learn about the Earth plane, while I am so very at home in the soul, and soul realms, and much less so in physical limitations. I came to remind my mom that we all are souls. My dad and I both are here with a more grace based love, reminding each other that we are gifted each gifted, accomplished, creative souls! I believe my Mom and I love each other dearly, as souls. Yet on Earth, I mostly want to get the hell away from her, because she is so deeply at war within herself. I believe that Borderlines and Narcissists forget God and the Spirit and Soul realities. That is a huge part of their pain and trauma.

I am taking steps, and receiving support to root myself back in enough wholeness, joy, strength, and love to be able to love and enjoy myself fully, to in turn enjoy and love my Mom as exactly who she is. She has not been able to do this within herself, for herself, in this lifetime. How was she to teach me about something that eluded her so?

In the meantime my own wholeness is taking precedence, as I reboot, stepping up into a whole new chapter of who I am, and what I am here to create, catalyze, receive, allow, and share.

One more piece of the puzzle. Dolores Cannon, my hypnotherapy teacher, in her 19 books and hundreds of lectures and interviews on youtube, was told, lost information, as we connect with the SubConscious mind, while in the deepened, Somnanbulistic state, otherwise known as trance or hypnosis, specifically QHHT, Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique, which answers life questions and administers healing, in clients. They/we have revealed that all along, and especially after WW2, that the beings who watch over Planet Earth, saw that the people
on Earth were warring and nearing the possibility of destroying life on Earth and the planet with destructive repercussions, rippling out into the cosmos. 

Indigenous elders and seers, and later what was described as "the three waves of volunteers, are beings from the higher dimensions, from the stars, who were called in to help steward us into an age of peace love and harmony. Maybe we are all part of that group of volunteers. Maybe we are the ones who said, yes I would be willing to forget my connection to God, and be born into families filled with forgetting, fear, pain, internal warring, and abuse, so that I can reach a point, where I say, "It ends with me!" 

I joke with people who relate to this, and come and find me, as friends and or as clients/explorers. I say, if we volunteered here, to embody love, and heal humanity, then it would have been a waste, to incarnate into a super healthy joyful, harmonious family. There are children all over the world, now who at age 2, 3, 4 and 5 retain memories from past lives in all cultures and skin colors, that are being verified, when researched. 

Many religions and cultures have prophesies about the New Earth and time of Heaven on Earth that is to come, and is in process of birthing itself, through us, right now. I believe we are all a part of that. I respect and honor if this does not fit with your beliefs. Most of my hypnotherapy teachers, including Bill Thornton, who was originally a fire and brimstone Baptist Minister, held no beliefs in past life regression, before clients spontaneously opened into such memories, and or they regressed to past lives, in their own training!

Thank you for allowing me to shed light on a complex topic that is so near and dear to my heart.  

The moderator of the group I am in, contacted me privately and explained that the private group on a major social media network, is a support group, and not a recovery group.  

So my rights and freedom to communicate on their virtual wall, got temporarily banned.

So here I am, sharing freely, where I am the main soul allowing my truth, wholeness, fullness, experience, and knowing, without ridicule, condescension, limitations, or conflict!

Thank you for opening up to my truth.

Truly,

Jen