Category: Emotional Rescue

The Art of Energetic Protection for Sensitive People


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Sensitive people require cleansing and protection, and we all are sensitive to varying degrees. It’s a good daily practice, like flossing your teeth. This keeps your energy field clear of negative energies. One of the key signs of a lack of protection is fatigue, a feeling of life weighing you down, and loss of direction. If life seems draining, heavy, and downright confusing, you may require more energetic protection.

Protecting oneself energetically is basically another way to set boundaries. Read more

Celebrities Teach Us to Dream a Bigger Dream


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I recently watched Alicia Keys and Ruby Dee on the Sundance Channel program Iconoclasts. Listening to the young singer and the veteran actress and activist talk, I was struck by their power, wisdom, and beauty. Even when Alicia Keys speaks, her voice sings with uplifting soul. She says a prayer before stepping onstage, and her presence radiates that deep dedication. Ruby Dee packs all the passion of her many years as an activist when she recites one of her poems; her voice says let’s move up, let’s move forward, together, let’s do it, now.

Ruby Dee just received an Academy Award nomination as Best Supporting Actress for her role as “Mama Lucas” in the film American Gangster. She is a young 83!

The Arts: A Cultural Dream Space

Movies, television, music – all the performing arts – create a space in which the human experience is reflected back to us. The arts are a cultural dream space. Read more

Alcoholism – Theft of the Spirit


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I lost a school buddy to alcoholism. The disease ravaged him, stole his charm, his musicality, his broad smile. I woke up one night in a cold sweat from a dream where I saw him walking around his home. I hadn’t seen my friend in several years because we lived in different states. I was in a state of shock: In the dream, my friend, from the neck up was just a skeleton, an image of the walking dead.

Something was wrong, very wrong — I wondered if he had died. I called his mother right away and found out he was living with her, out of work, and that he’d been in and out of rehab.

I later visited him in person. He had lost weight and was now painfully thin. His teeth were darkened from a cigarette habit, and his hands shook. He handed me a cup of coffee and the cup rattled eerily and his whole body shook as we talked. I could tell his nerves were shot, his energy depleted, his soul shaken – traumatized and lost.
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