Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Full Moon in Aquarius on August 1, 2012


Happy Full Moon!!!!

Well, has this been a doozy of a month?  Hot, hot, hot!

Not just in the weather temperatures either!  This past New Moon has been very powerful, aspects leading up to it may have increased the tensions in your life to what seemed the breaking point.

That is leading up to the full moon on August 1, at 10:29PM in in Aquarius at 10*.  The full moon always opposes the opposite sign, which in this case is Leo.  Leo is lord and master of the jungle, it is the pride which in imbalance, comes before the fall.  A good leader knows their self and becomes strong and centered, while keeping the concerns of others always in their heart, their very brave hearts.

When someone truly loves another, that heart must become very brave indeed, tempered by the storms of life and forged in the fires of concern and caring to keep their loved ones safe.

But life teaches us that we cannot control another, they must find their own individual identity too, must forge through life and make mistakes and have life perfect them in the journey, teach them just as a wound will create protection around itself to protect and heal.  So too must the individual strike out on their own and create their own wounding and healing, in search of the soul, their boundaries, and all too often, learn through mistakes.

Aquarius is all about the ‘eccentricity’ in life.  It yearns to know the unknown, and reach for the stars.  Of all the signs, this one sign ‘vants to be alone’ for a time, not forever: but to find its own rhythm, to hear its own song, and perhaps even a special genius.

With this full moon in Aquarius, perhaps you feel a calling a longing to strike out on your own, have you listened to hear your heart’s song?  Because that Leo sun is about your heart and the Aquarius Moon must be bold and strong to fiercely protect its own unique identity.

So what is your difference?  What makes you, uniquely you?  Find it, cherish it, celebrate that inner love, that inner flame and let others do the same too.

In the tumult of our times, people may be brought down to acting ‘base’ and ugly.  You might just visualize an elevator that they took to the bottom floor, don’t expect grand vision from this level, but survival.  Fear.  Remember, they are the same person with a beautiful heart and soul too, just look down that elevator shaft and realize it is scary in the dark.  Stay in your light even as they scream in terror.

If you can, comfort them in soothing words.  If you cannot, remove yourself for a time.  This can create very heated emotions and with Mercury still retrograde, all the wrong things might go flying out of your mouth, or their mouth that can create wounds that become difficult to heal.  You cannot take them back or turn back time.

Think of how you have, or are becoming and evolving into a more authentic version with integrity of your own being.

What did you take from the mother and nurture?  What time have you spent in Mother Nature to nurture your soul?

What have you let go of that does not work?

New leaders are asking to emerge now, are you one of them?

Mars in Libra is not in his comfort zone, and Libra is asking him to balance himself, to think before he acts and certainly to consider his actions before he goes on the war path.  Which part of your relationship are you willing to sacrifice in a heated debate or unmet passion or desire?

Is it worth the price you pay?

Still squaring Pluto which wants transformation, the death of the old that doesn’t work, it will bring up the mess to be looked at.  The square to Uranus will ask for brilliance, for genius…and with the Moon in Aquarius, which is ruled by Uranus, we will be pushed to find a new approach.  We learn that doing the same thing over and over will only bring the same problem.  We must take a different view, a different path and we implore the very stars in heaven to assist us with SOL-utions.

In these times, the path does not even exist until we reach that point.  It is only then that the soul uncovers something that has been waiting for us all along.  Standing sentient on our journey until we are ready to bring down heaven….’On Earth, as IT IS IN HEAVEN’.

For those who have a better center, hold that peace in your heart.  Take a breath and step back….contrary to what is taught, people can and do say things they really don’t mean, and often what may seem to conspire against us, is only ghost stories wanting to steal our joy.  It just may not be what you think. 

Communication can only come through the heart, which is often unspoken.

Venus is asking us to make multiple choices, to see the many facets of those we love as well as ourselves and not to limit who we are, but to shine…so shine on your crazy diamond!!!

We were made for these times, even though we might not feel so sure of that when the times are changing so fast.

Even as the dark night rises, we know the sun will come up tomorrow.

To help us through these times, I suggest you use the sleep angel…..and that is why we had that special with the new moon.  It is unbelievable in calming down stressed out nerves and heated passions, so put a little on when you are feeling that way, inhale….do the same with the stress throughout the day.

Use that Remember roll on to call all your lost selves, all those pieces that you have scattered on your journey and now cannot find yourself.  Having trouble thinking lately?  Can’t remember what you wanted to say?  Had an insight that blew you away and now you can’t REMEMBER?  Roll that on the temples, the base of the skull and up and down your arms and breathe that in.  Take another deep breath and one on top of that. 

If you are having some upset tummy or heartburn, roll on the stomach and diaphragm to calm and sooth the belly and relax the heart into a nurturing and safe place.  If you really have upset tummy, roll on the stomach (liberally) and add a hot cloth, cover with towel and feel that nurturing you have learned to do for yourself or for another.  There is really almost nothing like calming that inner child, as if you are finally listening as a good mother should.  Children will often act out, when the parent/mother is not paying attention to their own internal needs, to simply comfort and hold themselves.  Stop the running around and stop the madness.  It is only in the stillness, that one finds their inner light and learns to shine it for others to see.

And these times are asking us to be brave; change can be a frightening thing, so we are adding Courage to the special.  Add a few drops to the bath, anoint the belly, the wrist and again, take a deep breath, breathe in the COURAGE, you need as your brave heart is forming in the fires of life.  Let the angles help you through this and connect to your inner light.

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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Near Death Experience

http://north-ca-iands.org/NDEs_Stories.html

Scroll down to my story, The story of Gloria O'Neil-Savage, and you can also read it here:



Coming home to Cleveland, Ohio was not what I thought I would be doing, not to live at least. Not after being fortunate enough to sing for a living and with some 
of the best in the business; singing to standing ovations and thrilled at “feeling” and making others “feel”, The Count Basie Band, O’Jays, even Jon Paris and the
Saturday Night Live horn section two nights in a row (I was asked back for the second night) at Chicago Blues in New York City. I was living in Portland, Oregon
which is definitely God’s country; you cannot miss it even if you are sleeping soundly. Portland, Oregon is home to the Mt. Hood Jazz festival and everything
progressive, beautiful, wonderful and right.
None of that matters when your oldest sister is dying of cancer back home in Cleveland, Ohio. I returned home to Cleveland to spend time with her, she eventually
did pass from this world after that cancer had eaten just about every cell of her being. Looking back now, she demonstrated a poetic dignity, beauty and grace. I
am so blessed to have had such an awe-some human in my life at all, and she was/is my gorgeous sister Barbara.
No musical contract or group can give you perspective like someone you love being eaten by the hideous disease of cancer.
In the meantime, my dad took ill with Emphysema. I won’t be leaving any time soon.
This is my attempt to tell the story of what transpired between now and then.
Better go back to design and furniture, something I know just to hold me over while I am here.
“You can’t just start singing like that!” Said my boss, a lovely well-kept woman who owned

 
the furniture/design shop I worked in at the time. This may seem
simple enough a request, but not for me. You see, I do not have cognitive awareness that I am singing. How can I stop doing something I do not even know I am
doing? Another piece of discomfort was the price factor; a customer could become very uncomfortable working on a better price and someone else who is just
nice would have to pay more, I would inform the “nice” person they could get a better price rather than give the problem customer a better price, but that meant I
was taking money from the store owner which was also uncomfortable.
Anyway that night in 1989 after I was “singing” in the store; I was sitting with my handsome Marlborough man/husband I am crazy about. The irritating traffic is
whooshing by our house which is very close to the street. We live way out in the country east of Chardon and yet I have to put up with all the loud traffic and
trucks!
Now I have several things creating a new dilemma for me. You see, I had managed several furniture design showrooms in the past. I could easily get rehired at any
of them. Only, that won’t stop my random singing. Living in the country (last job was 1hour and a half away), and those jobs requiring 60 hour minimum weeks
becomes another consideration.  I want to please my husband, be the perfect “Disney wife” take care of and make him the happiest man on the planet!
I would like to have a child, and that clock is tick, tock ticking away in me.
I am also having some physical health problems flaring up and that will require time off of work too.
How can I do a good job for anyone else knowing this?
Make lemonade out of lemons. Listen to the irritation and the answer will come.
More loud traffic goes by.
The light finally goes on inside of me.
I will build my own shop. A simple barn/A-frame will do.
I go outside to see where and how when I literally “see” the barn standing in all of its etheric beauty.
I open the door (no, there really isn’t a door) and walk in and see my writing desk in one corner, cherry bookcase behind it, tapestry and damask couches and
brocade chairs, maple and oak end tables, Victorian carved oak bed grouping and hammered-iron headboards.
I simply note my growing inventory list. I will need a good excavator to prepare the field that is approximately 200 feet east of my home, which sits on 27 acres.
I drive down to the local corner store to get a reference. “Dick Bosse” is my reply from the friendly store owner in response to my query. Dick comes walking
into the store after the words are barely out of the store owner’s mouth.
While Dick and I go outside to work out the logistics, Dick says we will need Barry’s trucking to deliver the layers of rock we will need.
Barry himself comes driving up in a shiny red truck. Dick and Barry wave to each other and Dick introduces me “this young lady here is Mrs. Savage and she is
considering building a store/barn on her property down the street here”.
Who is building the barn for her?
I reply “I haven’t found that person yet, any suggestions?”
They both reply, “how ‘bout Brower?”
Guess who comes driving up?
Yup, Brower.
Who am I to question any of this?
Several months later, the store is standing. The work, well there was plenty. I just thanked God I could do it. Whatever it was, I was glad my angels were helping
me through it all. I had blisters. Sleepless nights. Anyone who has ever built anything knows you go through many, many obstacles even with the best laid plans. I
cut wood and trim. I laid stones and rocks by hand in the parking lot. I hung insulation, dry wall, and wall paper.
I built landscaping boxes, and dug posts for my signs. I fought with my (ex) husband about the fact he wasn’t helping me. Worse, he would make it hard for me
and anyone trying to help me, should we care to wake the sleeping bear. (This relationship and my waking up to it comes later in the story.)
Anyway, I was grateful to be able to do any of it, and that God was helping me the whole time, how else could I have done all those things I never did before. (I
must admit and give thanks to my sisters Bev and Janet, my brothers Bob and David, and my friend Lorraine who also came out on several occasions and gave me
a hand too.)
Anyway, I know that gratitude in times of difficulty and strain is a miracle worker.
It is a great tool and gift for us at any time, but when you are thankful in difficult times, it moves mountains.
The store opened following my daily prayers and meditations in the morning. People came with different stories of how they were drawn to the store. They told
me more often than not; the song I was playing (whatever it was at the time) meant something very special to them and how it was “weird” that I should be
playing it at that time. I knew better. I know the power of the Holy Spirit. That which is infused in the all.
We would end up working together on their house, selecting furniture, colours, arrangement, etc. What happened in the journey was so far past my knowing
world. In the process of designing homes, one must listen to women’s stories: their pain, their big love, their deep world. How stretched their beings had become
in every direction to be; good girls, good wives, good mothers, good teachers, good friends, good-no- great lovers, and remain nice and certainly not become
“bitches” and of course the other dilemma-whores, the can’t win for loosing scenario. Too good in the bedroom and some men can’t wrap their brain around that.
Not their “good girl wife”~ the Madonna complex. Now many of these wounded women were on different forms of psycho tropics and felt bad about that too.
They didn’t know why they were so depressed and how dare they be- with everything so good. So in the process of listening to women’s stories, a blooming took
place, the river widened in my being and I began the process of birthing what women needed to make themselves whole. What I did not expect was that I would
be birthed anew too and start my own process in the discovery of the Divine Feminine. Yes, this little Catholic girl would become shattered and have to put herself
back together again. I would learn to infuse vibrations of sound into the home in a return to my musical being and background. But the stories….

“If one woman told her story ~

The whole earth would crack wide open” - Rainier Marie Wilke.

I started asking what other forms of natural therapy they had tried while concurrently they were asking me what forms I had tried. My response was; yoga,
aromatherapy, meditation, Reiki, etc. They would reply with a dazed look in their faces and more often than not, say something like; “Ra- what did you say?”

They also started picking up the books (mine) that I was using for display purposes and asking if they could borrow them. Hmmmm. Not what I had planned, but
ok we can do this. Sure you can borrow the book. Soon I didn’t have any books left, they were all being borrowed. What are those things on and around your
desk? They would ask. (My affirmations, crystals, rocks, etc.) I prayed and meditated on it all and asked for guidance.

I wondered why? Why were so many women depressed and asking me how I dared to live my life. Surely I was not the only person whose attention this was
getting, was I? I Looked up into the “Heavens” and pleaded for answers. Truly this would be frightening for the universe asking me to notice something that other
trained professionals should be taking note of and working on. Not me. I am too wild and un-tethered. I just put colours and fabrics together and hold peoples
hands during the process. Guide them through the weaving of their desires and their family’s. Oh yes, and the home that most certainly had visions of its own to
be listened to. My heart just swelled in this sea of pain these women were in and well, at least if I could make their home “feel” better for them, maybe that would
help.
Things were growing more and more restless inside of me when one Sunday I decided to attend a new church I had designed a meeting room for.
The Sermon was “Did you ever notice how God never picks the obvious person to do His work?”
Come on! My body was buzzing. This buzzing started at an early age and though I won’t share all of the experiences now, I will share some just to give you a
flavor of my life.
Many of the psychic experiences I had growing up were “painful” to put it mildly. This is not a complaint because I know now why; they were forever etched in
my being that way so I would have a much harder time dismissing them. I am grateful for the rich tapestry that is the weaving of my life!
We will begin with High School and the story of Diane. I started having really distressing feelings about her dying somehow knowing she would die from drugs
while in her car. So I went into the principal’s office and tried to convince him of the need to have classes on drugs before it happened to save her. His response
was “who are these kids taking drugs?” Oh yah, let me just give you a list of the names of kids in pain around me so you can inflict more pain in their life and I can
be a snitch in High school! The only thing he would agree to was a “my little class” sometime after school. Right, you can barely keep these kids in school during
school hours but they will come after school to hear why they shouldn’t take drugs? I wanted an accredited class during school, never mind.
So drugs did take Diane’s life. I do know that she is in a wonderful place now from my own experience with death. That story will come later.
It didn’t help to psychically “know” my parents house was robbed either. The police wanted to know how I could know. I should just tell them so they could solve
the case, since I had to be in on it or how else would I know?
Was I on drugs? Several days after it happened I was standing at my school locker; talking to my friend whose locker was next to mine and a friend of hers came
walking up to say hello to her and said hello to me too. My whole body started screaming inside. I went to my study hall and all I could hear screaming somewhere
inside my body was “She robbed your house!” It just got louder and louder inside me and wouldn’t leave me alone. I went to the class she was in and called her
outside to the hall. I tersely said; “you robbed my house!” She looked at me in this strange way and denied it. The next thing I knew I was shaking this much larger
girl than me and banging her into the lockers. The whole class came running out exclaiming fight! We were taken down to the offices. I was reprimanded and told
that the police were handling it and I was given detentions.
One week later my family found out that she was one of the thieves.
Going back to when I was a small child I remember wondering why no one ever talked about the “Big” people watching us/me growing up either. What did I have
to do to get grownups to discuss them instead of acting like they weren’t even there? I just kept entertaining them, dancing, singing, acting, laughing and talking
for them. Maybe since I had such a hard time being “good”, no-one could talk about it with me yet, this secret of the large beings. Somehow I felt as if at some
point, we were all going to just acknowledge all this and the whole “invisible/visible” world we were all in. That just hadn’t happened. Sometime during the process
of going to school and growing up the invisible people became just that, invisible.
Now in high school I was getting really depressed feeling how “bad’ I was. Not getting all straight A’s anymore which were so easy for me. Why was I so “bad”
in such a “good” family?
I actually got myself sick and welcomed it and the days started to drift in and out as I lay in bed and waited for death to please take me. After about two weeks of
this, a friend of mine came to see what was going on. She about fell on the floor a gasp when she saw me. My skin had started to turn yellow and my eyes were
yellow/green too, my joints were red, painful and swollen. She demanded that I tell my mother how sick I was. (I had been hiding under the covers; my parents
owned a store and worked long hours so it was easy to stay unnoticed). All the better for my plan to lay there and die.

But my friend Denise Z was adamant. So I told my mother how sick I was and maybe I should call the doctor. Now I also had to tell my mother maybe I was
pregnant or “something”. God help me I am such a problem. The doctor in the emergency room gave me three shots of adrenalin within an hour an a half. (I was
having trouble staying awake at this point). Finally I just said, “Yes I think I feel better now.” This way my mother wouldn’t have to wait anymore and I just
wanted to go home and sleep anyway.
When we got home, my mother said she wanted to draw a bath for me that would make me feel better. Ok, I said. When she came in to see me in the bath, she
dropped her jaw too and exclaimed: “Oh my God did that doctor take a look at you?” “I think so” I said.
“Jesus Christ I’m calling right now and taking you back to the hospital!”
Back we went, but I remember nothing until the scream coming out of me and a doctor’s hand pushing on my stomach.
They did tests, scans, but I was sleeping through it all. I was gone. I fell asleep soon after waking up to my own scream.
That’s when it happened for the first time.
I woke up in a different place; a coliseum, Romanesque, and very large. It was the murmurs of all the people in shrouds around me that made me come to,
including my own. I don’t know what language I was speaking; it seemed similar to the Latin I took, but not that either. Everyone spoke it though. The murmur
was almost deafening. I was praying though and I know what I was saying, it was just in a different tongue. I was going over my life/lives. In the center of this
vast sea of people was light and light beings. A large chair (like stone?) held “the One-ness of light” and on either side was another slightly smaller Chair with two
other beings of light. Around them in a circle were more glowing-adoring beings.
All this I did not see with my naked eyes. No, I saw it more like I used to see the “Big People” as a child. You just did not look up and see. I could not. Until all of a
sudden it was as if it were my turn or something and the central figure connected to me and filled me and every cell of my body with this wondrous feeling I can
not explain. It was as if my body was singing with love in every cell, filled with this glorious light from the Being in the center of the coliseum.
After some time, I awoke in another world, a garden. It was here that Jesus walked beside me. We talked and walked without our usual talking and walking and
everything around us was lit up on the inside. I then remember being on a street with Him and seeing this long line of people entering a large building. I wondered
what they were all going to do there and noticed that I knew the people. This thought brought us “sort of float walking” over closer and into the building. As we
entered the line turned into people I knew better and better, relatives and finally brothers and sisters. My nephew whom I adored at the time was asking my sister
(his mother) Barb to explain something to him. She just shook her head and had no answer. What! I thought my oldest sister had all the answers. What could
possibly have her so sullen and silent. Then I saw my mother, in even worse shape.
that brought my eyes towards a long coffin farther down the room. My body now felt another shift of knowing as I float- walked near the ceiling over to see who
was inside. Yep, you guessed it, me. I quickly said I must return because they cannot handle this.
I woke inside the hospital room with my mother holding my arm, head down on it. I said: “Mom you don’t have to worry I was just with Jesus and I am going to
be ok.” She shook her head with big tears in her eyes and said “Oh for God’s sake, even now you are trying to make me feel better.” I noticed Happy Days was on
TV and fell back asleep.
A Jaguar was chasing me through the jungle and I was barefoot. I was sweating and sweating, panting while I ran for my life. I don’t know how long it was
before I became conscious in the Intensive Care room. I knew there were tubes coming out my nose/mouth/arms/stomach and things were beeping everywhere.
My parents and sister were at the foot of the bed with the doctor. A priest and two nuns came and gave me my last rights. The doctor was telling my parents they
would have to make funeral arrangements. No one lives after the poison from the ruptured appendix is in the system for two weeks. Once again I was screaming
inside my body, but could not make it come out of my mouth. “I am here I wanted to scream out loud!” Nothing. I tried in vain to move anything, my eyes, my
fingers, toes-anything but could not. Out of body, I tried to shake my mom and say I am here, but she felt nothing.
Finally, I got my eyes to open! I just pushed and pushed and pushed and willed them open. I was back!
The ordeal that followed and all the poison/bile coming out of every orifice we normally have and ones they made caused me to start vomiting. My stomach open
and pouring out this green stuff too as I wretched was painfully comforting. I could “feel” again.
How I want to “serve” this Loving, wondrous Being who Loves me so much. It is quite something Knowing heaven exists, but I experienced it and somehow I am
still in this body. No plane, train, or rocket took me to some place in the sky.
For now I return to the first store I opened on the East side of Cleveland.
So God doesn’t pick the obvious person heh? That is an understatement if ever there was one.
OK God, I will do whatever you want me to, just show me, teach me, give me the teachers and I will have classes in the store if people will just sign up.
Teachers came into my life. I started “dreaming” homes before I even went to them. Colours and energy moved around in that “other vision center in my head”.
My clients signed up for the classes alright. My clients/friends started glowing with that light themselves.
By the time my friend Trish asked my to join her on a women’s retreat called “Sacred Space” on Kelly’s Island, things were really taking an interesting course. But
that trip with Trish, where I thought I was helping her, turned out to be the real shift.
On the ferry over to the island, Trish and I started to go up the narrow staircase to the second floor. It was then that a dream I had with my sister Barb flashed
into my head. This is how I wrote the story in a Newsletter in 2001:
When I first looked upon the shores of Kelly‘s Island, it was in a dream. My sister Barbara, who passed from this world in 1990, was guiding me on a journey that
would forever change my life. In this dream, shades of Indigo, Royal Purple, Parrish Blues and Emerald beckoned to me from beneath a Honey Golden mist. This
futuristic scene rose from the water like the emerald City from Oz.
When I actually went there in 1993, waves of energy rocked my being. Stepping on her grounds, she captured my soul, and we easily merged. I had come to Kelly’
s Island for a Sacred Space women’s retreat with my friend, Trish.
Normally, my days were spent helping other people heal themselves and their home, through my “Interior Design” shop. Every other spare minute was spent
working on my own home, which I was rebuilding from a fire, and my marriage, which by then had hopelessly disintegrated. It was time to get a little rest, and
hopefully some healing myself.
One “coincidence” and Déjà vu after another had my whole being soon feeling as if 10,000 volts were running through it. I was directly plugged into the source.
Meeting so many, wonderful “glowing” people, I wish I had the space to tell you about each and every one of them. What I’m about to tell you now, though, is
when it really gets good…..
It was at an Art Therapy workshop, that I chose to attend, where I first met her. The instructor read us a beautiful myth and we were all painting and creating
from the heart. I couldn’t seem to paint a certain colour I had seen in my vision. Not satisfied with my work, the instructor called us back to circle. Each of us
looked at each other’s work, describing what we saw and shared our feelings. One silver-haired woman seemed to zone right in on everyone’s work, her wise
analysis having visible effects on those her azure eyes dissected. Some were moved to tears, including my friend, Trish, who had gone before me. I did not escape
her deep insights either. Then, she raised her own painting. There before me were the exact colours and scene from my own vision, which I had tried so hard to
create. A voice within me said, “Buy the painting”. I tried to dismiss the voice, not wanting to seem out of place. After all, no one else was buying or selling these
paintings. The voice persisted and only grew louder, “Buy the painting”. I was swimming with emotion; this voice had guided me through many decisions by now,
and was never wrong. This woman, whoever she was, was very intriguing – but surely they would all think I was crazy. The words practically leapt from my
mouth, “I’ll buy the painting how much do you want?” Soon we were driving to a house on the lake she called “Himmelblau”. This wise woman would become a
great friend, teacher and mentor. Her name was Dagmar Celeste.
Two years later, after almost eight years of marriage, I was going through a divorce. Broken, barely surviving the sea of pain and feelings of failure that enveloped
me, the barn at Himmelblau became my sanctuary. In this simple and natural environment, I would heal and be re-born. Some of my first adjustments/lessons:
Raccoons make quite a ruckus at night. They lived above me. Mice will generally keep to the area you ask them to. You can not get rid of spiders in a barn. Of
course, they were all there to teach me animal medicine, but I also learned to be careful what you ask for.
One day, while crying, praying for spiritual guidance and the strength to tread these uncharted waters of battling someone I loved and cared for so much, and a life
I had worked so hard at, someone knocked on the door. It was Indian Bob; he said “Spirit had sent him”. I responded “I’m not really in a good place”. He thanked
me for being honest and handed me a stone called a “Wotei”. He told me to wear it for protection and strength. I told him about the stones, rocks, and feathers I
had been collecting since my first visit. I shared some of the visions and stories they had given me. He shared some Native American teachings. I looked around
for something to give him, but all I had were cigarettes. I offered him one, he thanked me. It was then I learned that tobacco was the Native American gift of
thanks. Once again my inner voice had guided me correctly. This was the first of many lessons. Bob said, “Tomorrow I will take you to meet the spirit of Clam
Digger woman, keeper of the stones. We will visit her burial mound; you are a member of her tribe. Tonight we are having a sweat lodge, you should come.” to be
continued..... G.S.
During the course of all this, my own interests were continuing to grow as was my educational pursuits. One of those expansions was Aromatherapy. Linda
Green, another woman I met at the Sacred Space retreat at Kelly’s had invited me to come to a Jeannie Rose intensive weekend. At first I declined because it was
rather expensive and I really didn’t fell I had the time. However, one of the women that was going to attend and had already paid the tuition couldn’t make it. She
told Linda she wanted me to attend in her place. Again the universe makes up my mind for me. With just a few nominal expenses involved I couldn’t decline this
generous offer.
To say that it changed my life is an understatement. I thought I knew about “oils”. What I learned the first day was how much I didn’t know. Jeannie was
spellbinding as she passionately described first one then another oil holding them “jewel like” in vials up to the light. As she enumerated endless therapeutic
applications for each, she would have us waft the scent and describe them ourselves.
At one point, I was truly angry at what I felt was a theft of information, stolen from wise-women long ago. The chorus of women streaming through my life now
parading before my eyes: as the benefits and healing properties awoke visions of assistance to each and everyone, I at some point was included too. Handing a vial
of what was introduced to me as “Spikenard” the oil Mary Magdalene used in the anointing of Jesus, Jeannie had selected that particular oil for me to work with
for several hours of experience and writing. She also told me I would need to keep working with that oil. Nardostachys Jatamansi, common name Spikenard and
nicknamed “False Valerian Root” or Nard oil would become a dear friend of mine that I would pass along to many women and “I would do this in memory of her.”
It was among many things for wounds that would not heal, mental, spiritual, physical and emotional. She was also known as the Grand Balancer. I did not like this
oil at all upon my first experience. I would come to love this oil above all others.
The day after my spikenard encounter, my head reeling with all the information on so many levels downloading into my being; a woman named Linda Honeycutt-
LaGrande came up to me and just started laughing. She said “You enjoying all this information Miss Gloria?” I replied that indeed I was, “but how was all this
applying to me and why was it all happening to me?” After all, I was only supposed to be an Interior Designer. She just laughed again and lifted her hand, finger
pointing at her being as she guided it from top to bottom and stated “Well I guess you really are doing Interior Design now aren’t you honey?”
My buddy was buzzing so hard inside I could barely remain standing. Aromatherapy was a deep and profound value that I continue to share to this day.

Over and over I started turning in all the pain, mine and all the other women’s into the soil of my being. How can I make a positive growth with this pain? So I
began to till the soil of pain. That was what we all were doing. Turning it in and surviving. We were standing, loving, sharing and walking forward in the midst of it
all and trying to look sexy and pretty to boot. (This of course also requires not eating.) I knew that if we were to recover and survive, we would have to create out
of our pain. So creating we were. We were turning the soil and gestating our seeds of despair and hope for a brighter future. I incorporated one healing tool after
another into my business model that did not exist. It all really came down to one thing though.
The problem was we had no root to a feminine sacred model that was whole and reachable. Oh yes, we have the Virgin Mother and I was taught but has since
been revised, the whore Mary Magdalene.
Just a patriarchy and a long line of blame and shame starting with that disobedient Eve the temptress and her debauchery with Adam tricking him into eating the
apple too. So much for listening to snakes! We were banned from the Garden with the Cherubim and flaming sword guarding the gates. We must go back to
where it all began and pick up the tools stolen from us long ago. We are medicine women but the campaign to discredit women and disempowering us and the
tools we used from nature only got us labeled as “witches”. We must go back to the tools of our ancestry, the Arc of the Ancients….
Flash to 1997, living in Lakewood writing an Aromatherapy article for the Cleveland Bar Journal (OK I am cramming at the last minute with books and notes everywhere because the article is due the next day…) when the phone rings. On the other end a voice is telling me that Raj told her she should call me about working together. Rajendra Khanna is one of the loveliest humans I have ever had the pleasure and good fortune of meeting. Born in India, he is humble, brilliant and sincere and among many things taught me how to meditate around 1984 I believe. He has never had anyone call me.
“What is your name?” I ask her to repeat. “Vanessa”she replies and I want to know if you are interested in selling Aromatherapy products?” The buzzing begins.
OK, you have my attention. I asked for her birth information and drew up a chart. I can see her through the phone and describe her to herself. She starts laughing
and tells me I am “dead on” even to the clothes she is wearing. I ask her~ “When can you come over?” Ten minutes later Vanessa is at my door. The connection is
unmistakable. The charge in the air was so palpable we could have run the entire city on the energy.
I shared my vision of the new store I wanted to open with healing rooms, interior design /Feng Shui, books, music, aromatherapy oils and blends and the wellness
classes I would like to have there too. About seven hours later Vanessa left.
Two months later we began our work together and started teaching and selling aromatherapy products and the “Total-Sensory-Healing Class that was born in that barn on Kelly’s Island.
We finally opened our first shop (my second) on Rocky River Drive near Kamm’s Corner together in 2002. We co-founded Cleveland Polarity with my friend,
MaryJo Ruggieri whom I met while living on Kelly’s Island. We had one healing room and all the above mentioned Total-Sensory-Living and Wellness.
Again the same response from people as my first shop, “I just had to come in here but I didn’t know why, I love this place….”
The stores name: ArcAncient Aromatherapy came to me after days of trying to come up with just the right moniker. The word Arc, in Barbara Walker’s “Women’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets” briefly stated read: “A female vessel bearing fruit or seeds to give birth to a new world out of the destruction and
chaos of the old.” Thus you have: Ark of the Covenant, Joan de Arc, Arc of the rainbow, etc. OK, arc works for me, and since everything we were doing was not
new but practiced thousands of years ago it just sang in my body.
So ArcAncient, Aromatherapy & Interiors was born. The two A’s could be written as: “As above so below” and they also looked like two MM’s when written a certain way and since Mary Magdalene was our Patron Saint of Aromatherapy & healing it all seemed to fit just right.



I saw two extremely large angels holding back the veil (they could hold the earth in their hands) as the words ‘Arc of the Ancients’ and then ‘ArcAncient’ came drifting through.  As they slid into my consciousness, a huge wave of energy rocked my body.  I knew that was the name, and I also knew that I had carried it many lifetimes.  It was sacredly given to me as a vessel to anchor the energy and connect through time to the sacred truth.  The truth that has been buried occulted and hijacked for many many years.  Parallel realities have been implanted on the earth plane through rituals that have obscured the sacredness of the lives we have all been given.  We must connect and anchor the light of the soul consciously in this earthly dimension.
I closed the store in September of 2008, being an astrologer, I saw the economic crash coming and did not want to fight the tides.  I ended up paying for prosecuting the landlord/attorney who hit my then business partner.  Many people who said they were 'spiritual' and spouted a lot of 'supposed spiritual terms' abandoned me, robbed me and believed the lies of someone who I helped start a school up here with.
I see a lot of things being taught, that are not spiritual at all.
Remember this:
Anytime, someone is connecting 'spiritual laws' with 'abundance, money, or stuff', they are not teaching HOLY SPIRITUAL LAWS AT ALL.
This is my version of fun.
Gloria O’Neil-Savage’s StoryArcAncient Aromatherapy
Cleveland, Ohio  44135

www.arcancient.com

216-458-1444



Postscript

In 2006, I started noticing how badly things were 'feeling' in the economy and doing astrology charts for many people, I could see the change that was coming. In some charts of prominent bankers, I saw money shifting and buy outs, which really started me thinking.
In running charts for what was coming, I saw the economic downturn and the collapse that would surely hit before the end of 2008.
I closed the doors to the store the last day of September of 2008.

It was an agonizing decision, because I felt people needed me, needed that place to go where so many people made connections to their new friends, and new lives.
I also don't give up easy, if at all.
Finally, a good friend asked me one day how I could afford to spend so much time counseling people and educating them after watching me spend several hours discussing aromatherapy options to assist them in their challenge.
They purchased $15.00 worth of products. (They told me they didn't have much money, this happened more and more often).

I thought long and hard about what she said. She was right, I couldn't afford it.

So I closed the doors.

The weekend after I closed the doors, I was sitting outside basking in the sun (something that was rare if ever in the past 10 years, since I was always working).  The angel Gabriel came to me, that flash of light, and told me ‘I was finished with that part of my work’.  Huge aching sobs wrecked through my body, it had been a long haul.  “I have a new mission now” Gabriel continued.  “It is time for you to write about your experiences in a much deeper way”. 

I haven’t gone into what really happened with the landlord on Rocky River Drive, but I will soon.  It was a devastating and unbelievable experience that ended in a 10 day court trial, which we did win, but which I am still paying for.  I would have to sue him civilly to recuperate all the financial losses of trying to get back what I invested into fixing up the building/space and the subsequent move/storage/move debacle.

So I am working on that book now, it is about all my mystical experiences and they are not all good.  But I walk between worlds.  I always have.  I will continue to update all of you.

We are the Arc of the Covenant, we are the promised land







Recently I read a forward regarding the care of our being/earth. 12/09/2008
We are in fact one and the same. Perhaps we all need a gentle reminder of what we already know.
We are the “Arc/Ark of the Covenant”. We are the Holy Grail.
Moses climbed to the top of Mt. Sinai whereupon he encounters “The Word”. Now I use this story alone, though there are many others like it, but for the sake of space, this will address most of the people receiving this information.
...The bush, burning but unconsumed, from which G-d spoke to Moses (Exod. 3:1-4), is used by the Fathers as a figure of our Lady; an antiphon at Lauds of the Circumcision (q.v.) and in the Little Office B.V.M. Says: “The bush which Moses saw unburnt we recognize as your glorious virginity: Mother of God, intercede for us.” Taken from: Attwater, A Dictionary of Mary, 1956.
Mount Sinai means: Temple of the Moon, or Moon Mountain. See: “The Woman's Dictionary of Symbols and Sacred Objects”, Barbara G. Walker
The “Arc or Ark” itself, is a female vessel, bearing seeds or fruit to give birth to a new paradigm out of the destruction and chaos of another.
Do we feel the destruction of the world as we know it happening all around us?
What more must happen for us to wake up to ourselves?
The winged Cherubim who stand guard over the “Arc” are our own winged beings.
The moon boat is the sliver of the moon, created from the earth's shadow upon her in the waxing cycle.
We are the earth/heart of it all, this is all created for us. (Please note the anagram of earth and heart for those who need reminding of the last being first).
Moses brings down the Arc of the Covenant, from whom? “I am that I am”.
Is is, or Isis.
We are told not to break God's commandments, of which there are X.
X marks the spot.
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As a side note: Several months back, I was wondering why “on earth” would she have us here at all as humans when we are so disrespectful and destructive of her? I asked her that question.
Her response was this: “Gloria, I want to be loved and appreciated too, I need you to do that, to reflect back to me, love as a mirror.” I cried in joy for a long time after that.........

We can add further notation on entering Two by two....each of every kind (futher look up the word “kind” and its origins, such as kin.) Everything in pairs of opposites.








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I am making an attempt at new technology:

This is a night at Wilbert's:
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http://www.myspace.com/video/vid/55919307 I think this link will work?

Mary Magdalene Feast Day July 22


July 22, Feast Day of Mary Magdalene 7/22

Today is the day we honour you Mary, Tower of the Flock.

Every day I am guided by you, and as you are the patron saint of aromatherapy, alchemist to the alchemist (the bane Marie/’double boiler’ is named after you).  You, known as the ‘Beloved’ to Jesus/Jeshua and as the ‘apostle to the apostle’s, yet still so few truly have the eyes to see why.

First, they called you the ‘sinner’….the woman whom Jesus cast ‘seven’ devils out of.

Though you are mentioned in all four gospels in the anointing of Jesus, which makes Him the Christed One, still you are relegated to the sidelines and your sacred teachings lost through the ages.

But the oil itself, ‘nard’ oil, is revelatory.  Nard, or spikenard, Latin Name, Nardostachys Jatamansi, is for ‘wounds that will not heal’…..it is a sedative also known as ‘False Valerian Root’ and to break open a whole jar and pour it onto Jesus, would certainly sedate Him at the very least.

“ At that supper, then, Mary received the glorious encomium, "she hath wrought a good work upon Me . . . in pouring this ointment upon My body she hath done it for My burial . . . wheresoever this Gospel shall be preached . . . that also which she hath done shall be told for a memory of her."

The rhizome root connects intricately under the earth and spreads. 

So it is you, above all, who knew the ALL, THE WAY; knew and walked with the Master and taught the Greatest of All, ‘Love one another’.  For you never left His side, while the others ran to save themselves, you remained steadfast, loyal and true.  You never stopped ‘kissing Him’….while they others never kissed him once.  You were there to see Him rise from the grave, ‘Nole me tangere’….’Do not cling to me woman’…..and it was you who told the others He is Risen….Only you hold the egg in your hand and in Faith….watch the egg turn red proving He is Risen.

So what rises?

Why would an egg turn red?

How do you have such an expensive ointment as spikenard that would feed someone for two years?

I am grateful that you have imparted so many secrets to me, and ‘revealed’ so many deeper truths that I seek.  I am grateful for grace, and for the love that you teach this flawed human.

Holy of Holies.

This is often the last day the sun is in Virgo, the virgin……the anoretic degree of Virgo as the sun comes back like a Lion.

Thank you for your lessons, your blessings and your vigilant guidance and Love, the Greatest of these.

To my great friend and teacher, Marcella, you left this world on Magdalene’s Feast Day, how appropriate for you, who loved the mysteries and taught me much.



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Thursday, July 19, 2012

Mother and Love New Moon sacred marriage July 2012


Happy New Moon!!!

We have a new moon at 26* of Cancer today, July 18, 2012.  This has been a POTENT time frame, filled with friction and angles made from a Mars (ruler of Aries and the first house) now transiting Libra squaring Pluto (ruler of Scorpio and the 8th. House): which is transiting Capricorn and opposing Uranus, (ruler of Aquarius and the 11th. House), which is also in a tight square to Pluto.

Now Mars, is action and energy, it is the ruler of war... (the escalation in Syria and the recent bombing in Bulgaria as well as the ongoing massive protests in Mexico, which also are a result of Pluto in Capricorn as examples) but this square is Mars pushing towards Pluto and opposing Uranus.  So the energy is like pushing something through and into the ends of a tube like a squeegee, it has to go somewhere and eventually it will burst.

As the moon travelled to meet up with the sun again and go through its darkest time; it opposed and squared the whole shebang on Tuesday and Wednesday and lead up to a NEW place.  To get to a new place you must have an ending…..so lots of things wanted attention all of a sudden and clamored for it to seek and find solutions.  All of this is a brew keg…..if you had resolution in life, then this would affect you less, but most of the Cardinal signs; Aries, Cancer, Libra and Capricorn would feel the most impact.

Things that you may have swept under the rug or not really dealt with, or expected to have come to their own resolution may have come screaming out of the abyss like a banshee, and the drama and the tension sucks you in like an atom bomb sucking in the air before it blows.

If it isn’t your drama, try not to get pulled in; take a breath and offer little, but most of this kind of drama is so demanding, it refuses to let you escape.

Wherever these transits are by house, is the area of life you will feel this the most.

The solar flares of late have also heated things up and so the fiery tempers got another boost, like the fires burning the southwest, into out of control proportions, so too are people in a hair-trigger mood, so as best we can, walk delicately, meditate, pray and find your balance in a grounded space.

To help you do all this, we have our specials:

Starting today, Thursday July 19, 2012 through until Saturday July 28, 2012; we will have a special on Sleep and Stress Roll ons.  Buy 2 Sleep and 2 Stress Roll ons together for $50.00!

Use the Sleep to ground and center, by putting a little dab on both wrists’ and on the bottom of both feet, inhale the wrist’s and relax.  This can calm a hysterical person quickly, and it can cool heated tempers, to have everyone get back to a centered and grounded place.  This will really work, so do it, if you cannot put it on others, you can at least put it on yourself.  Feel the support of the roots deep into the earth carrying light into the darkness.

To use it for ‘sleep’ simply roll liberally on the bottom of both feet, a lot of people are just not getting enough deep sleep right now, so remember to use the sleep to help you recover and restore at night and wake up knowing you had a good night’s sleep.  As the day progresses, you will feel yourself becoming more alert and much cooler in the temper department.  As anyone knows that has taken a class from me, I always use it on myself and my clients, dabbing my feet and then theirs at the start of the treatment.

Use the stress throughout the day to relieve the tensions of the day or perhaps even what you feel coming from a certain person.  Roll it on the wrists, inhale deeply, put it on the base of the neck, rub it in, and you can use this all day long!!! 

Don’t stress, roll on the stress angel and lift the tension!!!

Remember, ALL ORDERS MUST BE PAID FOR NO LATER THAN 3PM, Saturday JULY 28, 2012 TO GET THE SPECIAL, NO EXCEPTIONS!!!



With that, start your day today by lighting a candle, taking a deep breath and finding time to really connect with God.  If you connect with angels or certain saints, do so now.  Set your intentions, what is it you want to achieve this time cycle?  This will have to do with a mother, or maternal matter, perhaps the home or what you regard as being your haven.

It is family, and those around us, and who and how we care for each other.  It is the earth, in all her glory and lushness, always giving to us what we need to sustain, nourish and support our earthly vessel.

Give yourself a good spa day, sit with your sisters and laugh, be good to each other, remember we are all dealing with life and the stresses of it, often things that others don’t really even know.

Take a good bath, pour some oils from ArcAncient or some of our yummy chakra blends into the bath and luxuriate and relax as you connect just as the water connects all of us and nourishes and cleanses us.

Cancer moons bring up mother and family issues, so by the full moon, expect the results of our actions or inactions to be front and center.  This will also be true for the world stage.

Let’s do our part and take care of our own being, be a good mother to your-self! 

I will leave you with this:



I swear my dear

no one in the entire world

is as precious as you are...



Look at that mirror

take a good look at yourself

who else is there above and beyond you



now give yourself a kiss

and with sweet whispers

fill your ears to the brim



watch for all that beauty

reflecting from you

and sing a love song to your existence



you can never overdo

praising your own soul

you can never over-pamper your heart

you are both

the lover and the Beloved

the sugar and the sugar cane



who else but you

please tell me who else

can ever take your place



now give yourself a smile

what is the worth of a diamond

if it doesn't smile



How can I ever put a price

on the diamond that you are

you are the entire treasure of the house.



You and your shadow

are forever present in this world

you're that glorious bird of paradise.

 ~Rumi