Do Affirmations and Gratitude Really Work? There’s Only One Way to Tell!

Call us the skeptical mystics. We like to see tangible proof. We spend our days working with subtle energies that most people can’t see. And, we are constantly pinching ourselves to make sure we’re not dreaming. So, to prove we’re not just loony, Doug and I are going to put our gratitude in writing for a month and share with you the tangible results of our quest.

It would Rock our Worlds to have you Join Us!

There’s plenty of proof that that the flow of life is dependent upon vibration. DNA changes as a result of vibrational communication and interpretation. I’ve done distance Reiki sessions where clients claim to have felt things moving inside their bodies at the exact time that I focus on flushing out tumors or repairing tissues. Then, I get calls about how pain has disappeared or allergies are simply gone.

Heart Math tells us that the vibration that comes from our hearts is the strongest one our bodies emit, and that it has the power to create much healing. The vibration of gratitude comes from our hearts. I noticed that when I create vision boards, desires manifest pretty quickly if I focus on my gratitude while pasting pics.

This is not enough proof for us. We have tons of faith that this all works. But we want to know more and share more with you. One of our favorite things to do with new clients is spend five minutes on gratitude, because when we do that — they nearly always see tangible results right after our session.

Our lives have been BLISSED for sure. We seem to get everything that we ask for. A rather silly example is how we get furniture for our new apartments. We have a manifestation routine that goes a little something like this: We look at our empty apartment and say out loud what we imagine in each spot. Then, we spend about 2 weeks collecting the exact same items from alleys and thrift stores. Nice things too. You’d never know that most of our apartments have been furnished for free. We visualized a free brown leather couch in Chicago that we hated to part with when we left. But, we gave it to a friend on the faith that we’d find a new one in Santa Monica. And, of course we did. Right in our own alley.

We are so grateful to be taken care of by the Universe like this. And, we feel it’s our responsibility to continuously share with you how easily vibrations can be changed to work out better for you. You can change the vibrations of guilt and worry into love and gratitude and experience life completely differently.

Today, there are some things that we want in our lives. And, I got the message that as I evolve as a healer my energy becomes more and more clear. I’ll only be really happy if I spend most of my time focussed on high vibrations like gratitude. So, we’re going to post our gratitude journals here for a month, and spill the beans on what we see happening in return.

As for those “things” that we want? We’re looking for more financial stability, and growth of our business. We would also like to take more classes to continue our alternative health education.

So, without further ado…

Gina’s Gratitude List:
My soft blanket and waking-up inspired
Fresh air
Dougie’s adorable sleepy face
Laughing at the trumpets playing outside our window and the cute Mexican children shouting their Spanish welcome song from the school across the street.
Doug’s early-morning joke fest
The little doggie who sneaks onto our balcony like we can’t see her
The opportunity to get a delicious new apartment today
Hearing Spanish spoken with an Italian accent
Free breakfast
Sweet email messages
Homeschool fun!

Doug’s Gratitude List:

Playing with my son
Knowing my wife
Great friends
Great teachers
The ability to travel
Helping people
Sunrises and sunsets
New experiences

We’ll be spending time throughout the day focussing on the cool stuff on our lists and doing other things that makes us grateful. And we’ll share that with you too. Join us! Let us know how gratitude has worked for you. Tell us what’s floating your boat right now, Let’s make some positive ripples!

Love Love Love Gina and Doug XOXOOX

Keep up with each day’s results here!

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Dream: Shadow-Self Embracing with Jesus (Part 3: The Red-Power Tricycle)

Retro

Here is part 3 of last night’s dream. Catch up with part 1 and part 2

I ran  down the old Roman street so fast that my body began lifting off the road, and again I was flying. When I let go of the loss I felt for my life there and my husband I was sucked back into the light portal. I felt the colors cleansing me of pain left behind from Rome. I didn’t see the pain as details, but I felt it lifting. Pressure lifted from my head and limbs. I felt a sensation like being sucked through a vacuum.

And I was dropped into what looked like a shower, with blood all over the white curtains. It was my blood. I sat on the floor staring at my blood, knowing that my life was dripping from me — and flashes of people and experiences raced through my mind. My nephew came into the room to clean up some of the blood and report back to the killers, “no, she’s just faking it. she’s not really hurt.” They sent him in to clean up the mess of the stabbing — telling him that I must’ve slipped and fallen. He didn’t notice the hole in my chest. My husband appeared for a moment and he seemed to be arguing about the unfairness of how they were treating the dying me. He wanted blankets and warm water for me. I was shivering.

I had visions of ex-best-friends, ex-boyfriends and their mothers, family members and in-laws. I was drowsy. An old friend would appear in front of me, and I would ask for help only to realize they never really wanted to be my friend in the first place. An ex boyfriend’s mother appeared to help warm me up, as I was getting so cold. And, she made a remark about how happy she was that her son did not wind up with me. In an attempt to find some peace of mind before my last breath, I telepathically contacted my first-ever best friend. She told me that she had far better friends than me, and named them one by one.

I began to mentally understand the point that I was really dying and had been killed by a family member who just couldn’t accept my power anymore. I had many supernatural powers. So, I allowed my mind to take me someplace fun.

I found a red tricycle near the house of my first-ever best friend. I got on it and rode it like the wind. Yes, I had an adult body, but it was my child body that was riding the tricycle. I rode and rode laughing happily as passersby gawked at my old-fashioned Roman clothes. Some saw me as a non-sensical child, some saw me as a witch, some saw me as deranged. Two men who spent some extra time ridiculing me obviously saw me as all of these things and also very threatening. They whispered that I was very educated and powerful but that I didn’t know it. They had convinced the neighborhood that I was insane, and my little act of tricycle-riding would completely support that notion. So they laughed, and felt very accomplished.

I just kept riding, reading the minds and the intentions of everyone around me. I felt a deep scar from all of the times I tried to make these people my friends. I still didn’t understand the reasons behind their crimes toward me and a lot of me still wanted to look for those reasons. I was deeply emotionally wounded, and with each push of the pedal, I forced out the laughter that was underneath and it felt exhilarating.

Then there was Jesus. He told me with his mind that he was with me all along. “Keep riding,” he said.  I rode and rode in spiral circles of light, feeling my heart warm up with his embrace.

And, I awoke.


Dream: Shadow-Self Embracing with Jesus (Part 2: Rome, 1836)

 

Here is part 2 of last night’s dream. Follow up with part 1

I swallowed the violet light and felt it bringing me back to life. My spirit was again detached from my body, and the boys were still asleep — so I decided to see where the violet spirals would take me. At first, I began walking into the light. But, then my guide whispered — “ You can Fly.” And so I did.

I lifted my arms out like a bird and rode the spinning light waves through a long bright tunnel. Jesus was still with me, and I had so many questions for him, but it was as if he was telling me to wait until later.

Then suddenly, I fell through the tunnel onto the street. A brick-looking street. In the middle of the sunshiney day. I thought about how I had left at night, hmmmm. I was changed so much I feared looking at myself. I could tell right away that my hair was much longer and obviously matted from the trip. My shoes felt odd too.

I had an incredible urge to sing, dance and run down these gorgeous streets where men sold merchandise and food, and women walked chatting about their children. Horse-drawn carts were scattered about the way. Some filled with bread loaves or blankets, others carrying happy people. I saw a horse that I wanted to pet. A plump man with a curly grey beard shouted out about the blessedness of what he was selling. Everyone chimed along. I began to get a sense that everyone was selling something. And, everything looked tempting. There were lots of voices talking happiness and apparently also a small commotion going on in one corner of the street that seemed to upset some of the people.

I strolled down the street — my portal dissolved. (I half-wondered how I would get back to my life, but this was too great to miss). My sense of my guide was in and out, so I just had to take a risk and talk to these people.

I felt very much at home here. Elated actually. I ran first to the grey-bearded man selling bread and said “good day.” He smiled and looked as though he was going to offer me a loaf. I was kind of hyper and giddy by now. “Where are we,?” I asked. “What city are we in?” “Why, we’re in Rome. Rome. We are in Rome, lady!” A few other men next to him on the square chimed in, concerned that I didn’t know where I was. “Rome!” they said together.

I couldn’t believe it. I was in ROME! Oh wow! In my life as Gina, my guides told me we were going to Rome next. I had no idea it would be so soon. My heart filled with joy and gratitude. Oh Rome. The way it smelled so green and fresh. The sunshine, The people. The horses. The bread.

These men knew my name. And, they said it in Italian. I was slightly confused. “What does that mean?” I asked.

“Servant girl. It means servant girl.’ The plump guy told me. I looked down at my dirty legs and shoes. My beige/white dress with spots on it. I touched my matted hair. Nope, this was just from going through the portal. I am Gina, right?, I thought. The voice in my head told me I wasn’t Gina. But I blocked my name from coming, I didn’t want to  know. I wasn’t going to get stuck there.

“ I am no servant!” I assured them “ I am… I am…” I wanted to tell them how smart I am and that I can do so much more than be a servant. But, then the small commotion  of people who I noticed  in the corner glared over at me. It was me they were looking for. I was escaping. And, I ran and ran and ran down those long narrow streets until I found my husband, Doug.

“Doug, we’re in Rome,” I said. But, he was old and slow. He knew we were in Rome and this was no big deal to him. “We live here,” he said. I felt a yearning for the adventurous Doug who I know when I am Gina. This one seemed so passive. I hugged and kissed him goodbye knowing that I was going to find him on the other side of my portal, but still feeling a loss that he couldn’t come with me. Before I left, he told me what year it was. And that I was 17.

Continue with part 3

 

Dream: Shadow-Self Embracing with Jesus (Part 1)

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Dreams are very important to me and my work. It is in our dreams that we let go of the human (3 dimensional world) limitations that keep us from knowing our true selves. As I travel my path and continue to help others on theirs, I thought it would be helpful to share some of my dreams with you. I’ve been so close to Jesus (in the most non-religious way imaginable) since I was a child. He has physically held me and guided me through the craziest and most confusing times. This post is not to offend anyone else’s interpretation of who Jesus is. 

Last night, I lay stuck in my bed — completely unable to move. I had an eerie feeling in my gut. Doug and Dougie were cuddled up in the bed beside mine, snoozing perfectly, and I wanted so desperately to call to them and to be next to them. We’ve been sleeping in someone’s basement on 2 mattresses on the floor until while we finish our house on wheels. I was beginning to feel mentally exhausted from this and longing for that sense of HOME that was inches away from me. I tried lifting my head to no avail.  My neck felt like lead. My forehead burned. Fear was creeping up from my feet to head, but I didn’t know exactly why. I tried lifting my hands, but a tremendous weight held me down. And my stomach sank even more.

Out of the half-open doorway came a woman who I knew to be myself. She looked quite evil though. And her hair was much longer. “I must be dreaming,” I thought. And, at that time, I realized that I REALLY could not speak. This wasn’t something temporary. I was screaming in my mind. If this was a dream, I was supposed to have a guide. I always have guides during my most painful dreams. “Where is my guide?” I thought very loudly. And, “why was I so afraid of myself?” And, “was she really me?”  I could tell her intentions were dark.

She sat on the edge of the bed where my husband and son slept. And, she raised her hands above their heads, as if to put some dark spell on them. She stared directly at me the entire time. I bit my tongue. I do this in dreams to wake myself up in emergency cases. I felt the bite on my tongue, but it didn’t wake me. I knew I was sleeping too deeply. The pain I felt was in my mind only, because I couldn’t move. So, with the shadow-me staring me down and threatening my loved ones, I began to use my mind to hurt myself even more — with hopes of waking my physical body. I imagined pinching and scratching at my arms and squeezing my hands. That only worked to cause me more pain. I gave up trying to hurt myself.

At that moment I felt a warmth that told me I was being held by Jesus. And, I heard his voice. He assured me that the woman was me. My shadow. With him there, my fears began fading, but I still had to save my men. She continued hovering over Doug and Dougie with her ill intentions. Jesus held me more and filled me with a violet light that I knew I had to transfer to the shadow me. She understood my thoughts, so talking to her was unnecessary.

Again, I tried talking with my voice, only to become more drained and frustrated. My heart felt that this was some kind of test. I KNEW how to reach her without words or movement, but still I used up all of my physical strength and resources before I would even admit my other abilities to myself. Violet light seeped through my hand chakras to her heart. She didn’t budge. My spirit began lifting off my body. Jesus nodded and helped me as my soul peeled from the paralyzed flesh and bones on the bed.  I didn’t want to fully let go. I kept resisting and having to start over. Then, finally I hovered over her. I expanded the violet light to create a bubble around her. She didn’t budge, but she still hadn’t hurt my guys, so I was gaining hope and confidence. “ You love Jesus,” I told her with my mind. She barely flinched. “ You love him and he is here to help you. He will comfort you.” She was getting fired up.

Jesus comforted me and told me I was doing a great job. But, we had to kick up the pace a little. She was very lost and hearing Jesus’ name fired her up a little more each moment. She couldn’t see him or feel him. Only I could.

I let go into his arms and his voice came through me. “I am here,” he said to her. His voice came through my entirety — like a loud boom that filled the room. My lips didn’t move and I wondered where he was actually speaking through.

“I am here, and I will help you. Feel the light and let it sink into you. It will dissolve all that makes you doubt your true power. You too are of this light. I am Jesus. You know me.”

I couldn’t tell if she was cracking or not. I had my doubts and my hopes. And, I was getting very tired from having the voice speaking through me. I was back inside my physical body.

She got off the bed and started to charge toward me in slow motion. I created an instant violet bubble around Doug and Dougie. I let that bubble grow and grow until they were completely protected. But, where was Jesus? My consciousness of him was in and out and I was becoming more tired.

“I won’t hurt you,” I  told her with my mind. “But, oh I will destroy YOU!” she said back to me. Her negative energy was taking my breath away. I was losing strength. I felt an urge to squish her. And I thought I could with my mind. But, that violet light was becoming stronger and more apparent. It was filling the room, and all it made me want to do is LOVE HER. I was sending her zaps of love, but they didn’t seem to fully reach her. I was very confused.

She became a black/grey smoke cloud within the violet light. And, with energy from my palms, I spun her around in spirals. Her doubt and her hatred were so debilitating to me. I was exhausted. And, that’s when Jesus came through me again. This time his words were so strange, I could barely understand them. All, I know is that he seemed to be repeating the same mantra until she was almost completely dissolved. And, she and I both swam around in the light spirals until the tiniest bit of grey/purple darkness entered my heart. I fell unconscious and imagined Jesus was taking care of the rest. I wanted to help. I wanted to know what was happening. But, I had never been so tired. All I could do was let go. When it was over I felt different.

Continue with part 2

Continue with part 3

 

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Earth Healing Affirmations: A Message About Our Food Supply

Any of you out there worried about Monsanto? This message just came to me, and I needed to share.

Monsanto represents one of the major threats to our safety and survival. Know that you are safe and thriving. Know that there is no real death. Know that you have the strength and power to not allow this kind of corruption of our health and planet. Know that you are supported. Let thoughts of what Monsanto is doing or might do to our food production float gracefully out of your mindspace.

Fill your heart with the relief of success that has already happened. Send out the vibration that you are safe here and that our food supply is healthy and safe.

Keep generating the feeling of peace within you until you totally vibrate BLISS.

I don’t believe in war. But, if there’s any way to “fight” these dangers — it’s to change our own vibration into one that doesn’t allow for them to harm us. We only need Monsanto as long as we don’t welcome and accept our own shadow parts. Once we can see that they can only keep us down as long as we are afraid –we will be free. I’m free now. Join me. Send this vibration out now.

Look for more of these channeled healing messages as we are ready to share all that we have in order to help our planet and all of her lovely parts (you and me) THRIVE. We’ve seen countless opportunities for EXPANSION this year amongst the so-called threats like HAARP, the FED and stuff we choose not to support. That stuff’s only as real as we allow it to be. Rock Your Gratitude and shout your BLISS from the rooftops, my loves!

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Xoxo
Gina

Self Healing With Reiki

A short while ago I wrote a piece called, “Is Reiki Enough?.” With all of the new-age-y, “energy” based healing options out there, it’s super easy to get inundated with the hoopla of it all, and wonder what to believe. I’m no stranger to miracles or magick. But as someone who came to understand my own gifts in such an organic way, I struggled for an outside world label to help me understand what I was doing. I was led to Reiki after having some really profound distance healing experiences with my son, (who is now recovered from severe autism). 

No doubt, my abilities grew as I practiced Reiki. Each time I was attuned, I felt more of the vibration and was gifted with more psychic abilities. Something was  changing in me. But, even after helping people heal broken bones, forgo surgery and meds, boost moods, get over illness and so much more with “Reiki,” I  rarely used it on myself.  At least not for anything profound.  Without a clear answer in my  mind about whether Reiki was responsible for the healings I witnessed — I kept searching.

Besides, Reiki can mean so many things to so many people. And, as a practice, it’s certainly not  lacking in posers. I guess I was covering my bases.

In truth, only Time has really helped me understand the value of Reiki in my life.  I’m so glad we have Time here in this reality. This past summer has been one of the most eye-opening, freeing times of my life. And with that awesomeness came some confusion, adversity and even physical injury.

It is now that I need Reiki most. And now, that I discovered how to use it for some really amazing self healing. I wish I had pictures. But I was hurt. I wasn’t thinking too much about getting out the camera. I just wanted to share with you a few recent Reiki-fied instances that knocked my socks off.

Reiki Rebuilt my Finger in 10 Days

After a long day working with Doug on our RV remodel, I fumbled through my toiletry bag for some Burts Bees — When, OUUUUUUUUUUCH! My hubby’s REAL RAZOR Blade (like the kind that men used  back in the 1950’s) completely cut off my middle finger tip. I know what this emotionally implies too.. just not going to go there right now. Blood was seriously gushing everywhere. I screamed so loud, and thought about crying like a baby too.  Then, I quickly used the Reiki power symbol and intended for no further damage from the wound, and ran to Doug for assistance. Once my MacGeyver-Man rubber-banded me a tourniquet, and gave me some ice for the massive pain, he crashed.

I was up all night. The blood wouldn’t stop without the rubber band/ice. So I had to stay awake alternating or else potentially lose more of my finger. (You never know)

As I sat awake that night, I did a Reiki healing attunement on myself. I’ve done these before with great resullts. But this time I was asking for something more specific and instant. I cut though nerve tissue. I was feeling pain in all my fingers in both hands. Doug scared me with the thought that it could take months to repair my finger tip, and that I may not have feeling when it finally healed.

For 8 hours, I alternated tea-tree oil and Reiki… sometimes holding my finger in my mouth using a special healing color and breath technique.

The next day, you would’ve never known I did any healing at all. I was still bleeding and  my finger looked gross. That night, I experienced pain worse than child-birth.  This had to be due to the cutting of nerve tissue.  I was so tired, and could not get the blood to stop long enough to sleep sound. So, finally I decided to use Reiki to remedy the entire thing once and for all. It was the kind of decision you feel with your entirety. I’ve taken action on less certain decisions and gotten results to match.  But, this time was different. The pain is what really inspired me.

I felt the Reiki energy entering at my pineal (top of head), surging through my head and down my shoulders, arms, hands and finger-tips. I was instantly comforted.  ALL of the pain gone. I slept and woke up with a finger looking so much better.

Within 10 days, the skin was back without scarring or pain. Not to mention no infections. And, thank goodness I have sensation too.  And I wasn’t even being ultra careful with it either. I’m an active person, and have a hard time stopping. You can barely tell I even got hurt. My fingertip is just slightly more pink than usual, which will normalize soon.  Whfew!

But there’s more….

 Reiki Helped Us During and After a Car Crash

We were recently rear-ended while stopped to make a left turn. The bummer news is that we were driving someone else’s car, we don’t have our own insurance yet and the insurance company in charge is slow to help with treatment for us. In other words.. we haven’t gotten any help in the month since we were injured.

The moment of the crash was like nothing I’ve ever felt. It was on my side of the car and felt as if something literally whacked my head/neck with a bat, or something harder. The dude who hit us kept going — slamming on his gas and crashing us more. And, my adrenaline must’ve kicked in because I jumped into the back seat and protected Dougie. I immediately used Reiki on us and the car.  I used the power symbol for no further damage and for protection. I used it in one of those Mama Bear nothings-gonna-hurt-my-baby kinda ways. And, the best news I can give you is that Dougie had absolutely no injuries.

I was so wiped out. I was so wiped out that I didn’t even consider doing Reiki on myself. Instead, I tried making chiro appointments and appointments with other healers. Bills were piling up over $500 that we weren’t sure were going to be reimbursed.

A friend came over and eased my pain with some Reiki. But, more was needed and she had to go. Doug suggested yoga, which is a great idea (If I could move with some ease). I felt I needed a healer. I felt I needed some extra help. I always wait til the last minute. 🙂

The other night I awoke in tears. Sheesh. I was equally as pissed that the crash even happened as I was about the pain that I was in. Then I made that same type of decision. I put my hands together on my neck/shoulders and sent Reiki just as I would with a client.

Funny, I actually waited there for something to happen — kind of impatiently. Like I was judging myself… “let’s see if she knows what she is doing”

Then I felt it. That amazing pulse of  warmth and relief. Like getting a massage that puts everything back in place. Like swimming in a healing pool.

I’m healing by leaps and bounds because I am consciously Reiki-ing me. I’m doing nothing else differently. Just The Reiki, and it’s pretty amazing.

LOVE!

Gina

Let’s Get Cultured- Introducing the Best Fermented Foods Book Yet

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Miso Ramen
Miso Ramen (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hey Bliss Bombs,

I’m so excited to share the release of this awesome new fermented foods book with you. I had the grand opportunity of contributing recipes alongside experts, health advocates and chefs like Donna Gates and Kevin Gianni.

The book, “Cultured: Make Healthy Fermented Foods at Home” boasts recipes like watermelon kimchi, homemade miso, kombucha, and the healthiest of chocolates, kefirs and MORE. Plus, this stuff seriously tastes great.

But it’s not just about recipes. This is a very user-friendly compilation of history, how-to’s and what-for’s on fermented foods, and I’m so grateful to be a part of it.

Kevin Gianni (editor of this gorgeously delicious) book says that “Fermented Foods May Be the Healthiest, Most Affordable and Easiest to Make Superfoods on the Planet.” And, I couldn’t agree more. You know I love these foods for more than just their taste. They totally helped save our family from autism , candida, acne, seizures, acid reflux and so much more.

Please let me know if you have any questions about fermented foods and their use in healing your family. I am happy to share.

You didn’t think I’d leave you without a recipe, did ya? Never. Check out this one from the book:

Contributed by Shira Locarni (superfoods-for-superhealth.com)


Homemade Garbanzo Miso Recipe

5 cups dried garbanzo beans, soaked overnight (traditional soy is used, see side note*)
1 cup sea salt
3 tbsp unpasteurized miso
5 cups koji
1 cup cooking liquid

Equipment:

A one gallon glass jar or a crock of similar size
Plate, lid or wooden disk that fits snugly inside the jar
Heavy weight or clean rock
Thick cotton cloth to cover everything

Cook the beans until soft. Strain and save 1 cup of the cooking liquid. Allow beans to cool and dry in a strainer for an hour or two. Process beans in a food processor for desired texture.

Dissolve 3/4 cup sea salt into 1 cup cooking liquid to make a brine. Mash the 3 tbsp unpasteurized miso into 1 cup brine. Mix brine (containing salt and 3 tbsp miso) with the koji.

In a big bowl, add processed beans to this brine mixture. This is your miso.

Packing for Fermentation: (I often do this part first while the garbanzos are cooling.)

Wet the sides of the jar slightly with hands dipped in water. Place some salt inside the side of jar, put the lid on or cover, and shake it around, coating all sides and bottom of jar or crock with a salt layer. Pack the miso into the crock/jar with clean hands, press down firmly. Spread a generous layer of salt over the top. Place the flat object on top and put the weight on top of that. Cover with cloth and secure well with a tight rubber band, string or tape.

You have the option to continue the fermentation process, and like with fine wine, it only gets better with time. If you decide to continue fermentation for another year it is good to test it out and repack it again with salt.

Miso years are calculated by the number of summers it has aged. So, if you have gone through one summer of fermentation, then you have one year old miso. I like to start my miso projects in the spring time, so they are ripe and ready to experience the warmer temps of summer when they tend to be more active.

*You can make this recipe using soy beans as well. Just be sure to use organic soy, since there is less chance of genetically modified contamination.

What is koji and where can I find it?

Koji is a Japanese rice on which koji mold spores have been cultivated. This process allows for the fermentation of koji rice, which is the primary ingredient in sake. Although koji spores can be bought, they usually have to be bought from specialty importers. However, fermented koji rice that has already been inoculated with the spores can be found at your local Asian grocery.

Helpful Tips:

It is important that your miso is packed tightly, free from oxidation and protected by the salt layer. The cloth will also help to keep out impurities and unwanted bacteria.

Label your crock/jar with the date. Store the jar in a cellar, basement or other cool, dark spot where it will remain undisturbed. Have patience and ferment for one year. (See “miso years” above.) Open, scrap off top layer and celebrate with family and friends… your very first batch of homemade miso!! It should smell rich and savory like tamari. Pack it in clean, glass jars with plastic lids and refrigerate or store in a cool place.

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Namaste,
Gina

Dream Sharing with Shamanic Friends: My First Dream Entry

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I LOVE dreaming. These days I get lots of my work done during my sleep-time travels. Dream boundaries are endless. I believe that spirit speaks to us in dreams, because we are much more open then.  So, when my friend Astra ( who just-so-happens to be the first person to intro me to modern Shamanism), asked me to join her in sharing our dreams on this new blog, Heck YES was all I could say.

So, here’s my first entry. 

Chakra Toning with the Master Zoser

I emerged from inside a smoky cloud, and found myself relieved and out of breath in a large stark room . A gorgeous crystal-laden GRAND piano looking instrument at the far end of the room caught my attention. Once again, I had intended this dream to land me in the “Hall of Records,” but I quickly  forgot that original intention. That “piano” was so beautiful that I almost didn’t notice The Grand Tall Magical looking man playing it.

He was obviously very busy, taking notes and carefully  humming and listening for the perfect tones and pitches, and recording them again.

He had been waiting so patiently for me. We knew each other for a very long time. He has been my guide for many lifetimes. I instantly felt comfortable with his instructions.

“Hum,, uhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm” , he and I said. And we both felt the blocks in my throat chakra. Without speaking to me he began rubbing my throat and playing his gorgeous piano at the same time — adjusting the notes he played according to what he intuited that I needed.

“Do you hear that crack in my voice?”, I asked him. He nodded and showed only a little concern. “We can fix that,” he told me.

He asked me to repeat “uhhhhhhhhhmmmmm.” And, when I did he told me that I was wavering in and out of the tone. “Here, do you hear that”? he asked. “Yes, I hear it, but I can’t hear my own voice”, I answered.  Then I quickly chimed in….” But, I can feel it!”

“Then we will go by your feelings”, he said. He showed me what it felt like inside when I made certain sounds. “Am I tone deaf?” I asked him really concerned.  He said that even if I was, we would fix it.  I then had a vision of myself in some kind of choir.

We were quiet for a while while the piano just worked on me and The Master Zoser gave me Reiki on my throat and my lower chakras.

“You are a voice healer. We just need to tune you. You use your voice. You need it.”

And I awoke. I saw him again a few nights later when he massaged my shoulders and told me that I was also a swimmer, and that water has a lot to do with my abilities. I can’t wait to see him again. Each time I awake feeling so much better, physically. I thank him in my waking state. He then confirmed that he was the master Zoser, and that the piano was some sort of  Atlantian healing instrument. But, in the dream, he didn’t need any recognition. It was amazing how he simply worked on me without asking for anything in return. Wow!

Can’t wait to share more dreams.

Bliss You!

Gina

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