Guiding Lights Workshop (Chicago): Connect with Your Spirit Guides and Past Lives 12/2/12

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Do you ever wonder where some of your “gut feelings” come from and how you can use them to find more balance and relief in your life?

Let’s Explore Your Soul Connections and Soul Purpose. And Let’s Dig Deeper into Knowing Your Helpful Guides through Time.

We live in a reality where very few people actually connect to and understand the many dimensions of creation and HELP available to us. We are here to help YOU wake up and understand that YOU have so much power to connect.

In this class we will explore Your Soul Purpose and the Guides who have been with you through your journey. We will adventure into past lives, dream lives and the many dimensions you experience on a subliminal level.

Join us for Guiding Lights and Discover:

  • What helpful energies are guiding you
  • How to easily raise your vibration and connect with them
  • How to translate the messages being given to you and discern intuition from “imagination”
  • Where your soul has been in a sense that will Help You Today
  • What hidden skills you can connect with and use to enhance your life
  • How to make peace with fears, regrets, resentment, and life long questions
  • How to find your soul contracts
  • How to integrate into your most whole and fruitful reality

You will be able to “tune-in” to the deeper messages that lie in your intuition and learn how to differentiate between various forms of helpful guiding energies and translate them into Practical Solutions in your Real Life. You will have the tools to answer life-long questions and overcome deeply rooted fears. All of this information is already a part of you — we simply use the workshop to uncover it. Join us!

Plus — We will share some really cool Atlantis and Lemuria connections that will bring clarity and BLISS to your soul-searching!

Register by November 25th, 2012

Sunday December 2
Chicago (Beverly Neighborhood)
11:30 am-6:30 pm
$99 ($55 due as deposit through PayPal to Gina@BlissedLife.com to reserve your seat).
(Private Residence. Address given upon registration).

To Register, send an email to Gina@Blissedlife.com and you will receive an invoice. or simply log into Paypal and send $55 to Gina@BlissedLife.com

I am Shaman

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I awoke this morning still sweating from my feet stomping through the mud to the rhythm of the rain. My throat dry, for I gave my voice to the healing water. Together, we called her and she nourished us as we danced in her glory. My people felt much relief. There were beads and bells and women singing. The medicine woman who looked over us was held up by the strongest arms in our tribe. She chanted shrill melodies from your heart, and I felt their meaning in mine.

I chanted with her. This was my language too, and each syllable moved me. I looked down at my dirty veiny feet and sunk them deeper into the earth. We stayed dancing until the water dried. The ground pulled me in and I pounded more for that feeling of being connected. I was safe in my fear. Safe in my anger. I gave it to the ground and the ground sprouted for me. The men brought fire and drums. It got hot.

I began to recognize faces. I saw you. You danced like fire under the moon. We loved you so. I thanked the creator for having been reunited with you. How long had it been? I began to remember that we have been here before. I remember the men coming at night and raiding our village. I lost my baby. But this… This was before my baby was taken. When were they coming? Could I stop them now?

I find my girl and I dance with her. She is alive here and we cover our bodies with Earth’s colors and celebrate more. It seems like we never stop celebrating. I smell yellow flowers. I taste red fruit from the tree. There are so many people here and I can feel all of their thoughts.

My muddy bare ankles are shackled to my sister’s. The one with heaven in her voice. We were dragged to a wooden ship where we sat too close and could see the men across from us. But they wouldn’t look. She cries and cries and I tell her to sing. But she can’t. I tell her that she will get her time. I am here to tell her that she will have her time.

My gaze falls into the wooden slats on the ship and I can see another ship, and another ship and another ship. And I remember them shaving my head. I remember hiding. I remember trying to escape. I fall asleep feeling drugged and sore.

And, that’s when I woke up– finally understanding why I’ve been having so much pain in my feet, and why I actually have markings that reflect trying to escape shackles. I’ve often hidden these parts of me… My feet. Not anymore.
Image credit: reconnections.net