Tripping The Light Fantastic, My Near-Death Experience

When I was a senior in high school, I began to get terrible, migraine headaches.

My head would grow so heavy, I had to lay it on the desk, just so my head would not fall and hit the desk on its own. So, so, heavy.

My straight A’s had already suffered, B’s and now a C.  (I scored in the top 1% in the country in engineering and the top 3% in math, so yes, I was failing myself and my family). (You'll soon understand, why I am explaining how a young mind can create 'distress' and feel 'guilt' beyond what they may display.  We must always pay attention to what children are doing and thinking.)  

I began to feel so guilty.  So guilty for not applying myself and making my parents proud.  It was so easy for me, and yet…like so many other children at that age, it was more important to try and fit in and I was never…’normal’, so the task was daunting. 

It started me down a road, that forever changed my life…

At the time, I worked downtown at Halle’s Department store.  (I loved it!)

My body started to have these mysterious ‘aches’, which I just chalked up to menstrual issues.  Then my legs would ache, and my feet started swelling up, my ankles would become so sore, I just had to take my shoes off!  (Yes, I wore high heels, every, single, day.)  It would feel so good, to put the soles of my feet on a cold surface.  My whole body began to swell.

It just got too hard to move my body any more than absolutely necessary, so I finally told my mother I would like to stay home from school/work, because I was not feeling well.

My parents both worked hard, long hour, days at the store they owned.

I often would only see my mother, maybe if she poked her head in my door before bed to say goodnight. 

So, I could hide under the covers, and she couldn’t see me.  She didn’t turn the light on, because it hurt my eyes.

One day turned into two, then three and my mother would peek in and ask me how I felt and if I needed her to bring me anything.  A ginger ale, soup, crackers maybe?  Well, by maybe the 4^th day, I was home sick again, and there was a knock at the back door.

I had to get up and look out the back porch window on the 2^nd floor, to see my friend, Denise standing at the door.

A dilemma!  She wasn’t going away.

I put my robe on, tried to arrange my hair even just a bit and made my way downstairs to the back door and let in, Denise.

Her eyes about popped out of her head when she saw me, mouth dropped open and she asked: “Gloria, oh my god, what is wrong with you?”

At this point, I was really swollen, my joints were especially swollen and now turning greenish, reddish, purple.  The whites of my swollen eyes, if you could see them, were now a deep, yellow green.

“What does your mother say?” she asked. 

I responded: “She really hasn’t seen me; I keep hiding under the covers.”

“Well, I am calling her right now!!!” Denise cried.

“No!!! We are not going to bug her at work!  I will tell her when she gets home, I promise.” I said.

Then, with tears in her eyes, she said: “Glo, you HAVE TO TELL HER, PROMISE ME, YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE DOCTOR!!!”

That night just after dusk, when my mother came home from work, she came into my room.  I had been ruminating and fretting all day over having to tell my poor mother, that her daughter got herself sick and she will have to take me to the doctor’s even though she must be so very exhausted.  I just felt incredibly guilty and just too much trouble.  (Yes, the thoughts of a teenager).

I worried I caught some sexually transmitted disease or was pregnant, because I gave in and had sex with my ‘then’ boyfriend.  The guilt was crippling.
Even now, unexpected tears are flowing from the painful memory.

I muster up the strength to tell her maybe I need to go to the hospital.

She agrees and takes me to the emergency room.

Before we exit the car, I take a breath in and tell her she is going to be upset with me, and I am sorry, but I had sex, so this can be related to that.

She puts her head back and closes her eyes.  I know, it is all too much for her to bear and my guilt swells like my body.

I struggle into the emergency room, they quickly escort me to a room, and I sit on the examining table.

A short, mustached, doctor soon comes walking in and begins to examine me.  I tell him I am just so tired; I cannot stay awake.

He gives me a shot of adrenaline and has some bloodwork drawn.

He leaves me, I lie down, and he returns shortly afterward, how long?  I have no idea, I was O U T.

He wakes me up and asks me if I feel any better.  I respond that I still feel very tired.  He gives me another shot of adrenaline.  He leaves me and I lay back down and fall asleep.

When he returns for the third time, I managed to wrestle myself up a bit.

Now, I am feeling concern over my poor, tired, mother waiting for me all this time.  I tell him, I think I am starting to feel better.  He gives me another shot of adrenaline.

He escorts me to the waiting room, where my mother’s concern meets us immediately.  He sends us home and says they are doing tests.  My mother and the doctor discuss ‘options’, just in case.

It is a long, strained, ride home, with both of us in a flurry of emotions.

When we get home, my mother tells me she is drawing me a bath.  “I think we need to give you a nice bath”. She tells me.

I consent.  Once she has the bath drawn, (I am keeping my head down, so she doesn’t really see me yet).  She leaves the bathroom and I proceed to remove my clothes; every single movement feels like needles under my skin.  My bones feel as though they are just going to break off.  I gingerly slip into the comforting warm waters of the bath.

The door opens and my mother is poking her head in now, and at this point, she finally sees my body.

“Oh my god!  Did that doctor see your body!  We’re going right back to the hospital; he should have never let you go home!”  She runs down the steps to the kitchen and I can hear her screaming at the doctor, on the phone.  “Why did you send my daughter home, can’t you see how sick she is!  We’re coming right back.”
And so, she helped me get dressed and put me back in her car and sped back to the hospital.  I don’t remember much after that, until I woke up, my mother at my bedside, laying on my arm, holding me.

What happened in between this, was my first foray 'all the way' across worlds and in between to the other side. There was no 'tunnel of light' that I recall traveling through.  No one greeted me when I crossed over, though I don't know that I woudld know them if they did?

There…

…I woke myself up with my own incessant prayers and the loud mumblings of everyone else in this Great Stone Cathedral.  We were all praying.

It was all in the same language.

But it wasn’t English. 

The closest I can come to giving it some sort of label, is a mixture of the Latin I took, combined with other languages, and mixed into ONE GREAT LANGUAGE.

THE LANGUAGE.

I have never been inside of anything so large, the expanse went on forever, stadia climbing endlessly.  And everyone, every single person in that room, was in prayer robes/shawls and praying, asking for forgiveness from the one Being of Light in the center.

Without using my earthly eyes, I could see (through the top of my head, which I now know is the Pineal gland, chakra) one large figure of light in a stone-like chair with two smaller beings of light on each side, and all around this oval shaped ‘court’, were yet, smaller beings of light/angels all in constant praise and the glory radiating from them was an elixir all by itself.  (All these 'beings of light' were larger than human forms, though I cannot tell you I recall 'them having a body'). They knew they had reached the highest and most cherished position possible, to be in constant adoration of the ONE.  GOD.
I was in a life-review, asking for forgiveness over and over and over in this language.

This vast expanse felt ‘ancient’ and ‘familiar’ at the same time.  That Golden Light being emitted, automatically connected to everything and each other and the internal lights that exist everywhere, hidden in this world to most.

I was about 50’ or so from this wonderfully loving being, that only my HEART was keeping a secret vigil, missing this love of my life.  (It is the love of everyone’s life)

Suddenly, it was as if it was ‘my turn’.

The Being in the Center, connected to me and I was pulled into this warm bath of love.  I was ‘floating’ in heavenly repose while every cell in my body, was enveloped and told this Great Being LOVED EVERY SINGLE CELL OF MY BODY.  This radiant golden light swam inside and all around me, lighting ITSELF up.  The most ‘heavenly’ music, serenading and creating as it played.
Everyone and everything, is in this state of ‘KNOWING’.  KNOWING THE SECRET OF THE AGES…

I was cleansed anew. In the SYMPHONIC LIGHT OF GOD.

Then, I was walking in a Garden with Jesus.  (It happens in beyond a split-second, so this is the best I can describe this right now.)
Whatever I wanted would just magically appear, transforming right in front of me and everything was all ‘lit up on the inside’.  Literally, fountains of light streaming everywhere and colours that don’t exist here in this earthly dimension…yet.

Beautiful golden, ornate fountains, people dressed up in the finest silks and linens, children and animals playing, everyone in blissful happiness.

We were what I call: “Float-walking”, but I don’t have a recollection of whether I was using legs or if I even had a body.  I look over to my right where, Jesus is walking with me and I see across the street, a row of buildings and a line of people streaming into one of them, the line stretching all the way down the street.  I recognize some of them and ask to go over and see what is going on.

He says: ‘You want to go over there?’…” Yes”, I respond, “I know some of these people, I think I am supposed to be there.”  Part of me, didn’t want to ‘miss out’ on whatever was happening.

So, we float-walked over and went up the steps leading into the white building.

As we made our way inside (floating on the top of the ceiling) the people are closer and closer to my own inner circle, then cousins, close friends and in this side room, again on the right, my family is sitting in chairs.  My nephew, Jeff, is asking his mother (my oldest sister, Barbara) to explain to him, what is going on?

My sister just looks down at him and shakes her head, she has no words.

No words?  She always has the answers! 

Now, I see my mom, crying, in such torment and despair, I can’t take it.

What is wrong with everyone?

Now, we float back into the wide hallway, and I look down the hall and see a coffin.  With a feeling of dread, I float over and see ME!

I am laying in this coffin, and I recoil instantly back to Jesus.  I yell, “You have to get me back down there!  They can’t handle this!” 

Jesus asks me: “You want to go back?  Are you sure?” 
I both feel the weight of what my response will be, the pull to stay in this Garden with God where my pain is non-existent or go back and be with the ones I love on earth.  “I need to go back”. 

All of that happens in a millisecond. 

I open my heavy eyes, to see my mother, laying on my right arm.

Happy Days is on TV.  (That is another sign from the universe.)

I tell my mother, not to worry, I was just with Jesus, and He says I am going to be okay.

My mother looks up and responds: “God love you, even now you are trying to make me feel better.”

I lost consciousness again, and didn’t regain consciousness, until the sound of the priest praying over me, brought me back to this world again.  With him, were two nuns, also praying. 

I could see them, ‘with my other eyesight’ I just used.

But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t make my eyes open.

They wouldn’t budge.

I tried to move a finger, a toe, anything.

Nothing.

At the foot of my bed, straddling the doorway, a doctor was trying to explain to my terribly distraught mother that she needed to come to terms with my passing, I cannot come back from this, and she has to think about arrangements!  They are going to give me my Last Rites.

What? 

I am on the ceiling, trying to reach down and shake my mother’s shoulders, but she does not see me.  I am here!  I am screaming from the other side, only I cannot get one single cell in my body to move.  My sister Bev is standing with the doctor and my mother, and I learn later, that she is not accepting what the doctor is saying.  Always ready to fight the good fight.  I love the Irish.

With all the futile attempts at getting anyone’s attention from the air, I jump back into my body, laying like an inanimate object on the bed.

I plead with Jesus and the angel’s, please, you have to let me back!  Over and over I kept repeating: "No judging, no judging, no judging".

I push and push and push, until finally I get one of my eyes to open.

The alarmed priest, now wide-eyed, steps back and the nuns do too.

He asks me about ‘mass’ and I finally make these words come out of my mouth: “I don’t think I can make it to church” …

There were tubes coming out of my nose, my mouth and stomach, with this green liquid pouring out of them into containers at the side of the bed.

I began to wretch and trying to hold my stomach together at the same time, since I awoke with a 12” railroad of stitches from just between my breasts to the top of my right hip.  There was a bit of panic, people trying to act calm, while I was held together, and EVERYTHING WAS COMING OUT OF ME AT THE SAME TIME.
A couple weeks back, when my head hurt so bad, my appendix had ruptured, and the poison was coursing all through my body. 

But I was back… 

Next time, I will share what happened, when I went out the second time…

For now, I just felt it was important to share MY TRUTH.

The TRUTH IS HEAVEN IS REAL, GOD IS REAL, ANGELS ARE REAL AND WE ARE WAY MORE THAN OUR CORPORAL BODY, ALL OF US.

As we head into another year of surprises, I want people to know we have eternal, living spirits, that are rivers of the same SOURCE all life flows from.  Those we love, never, ever, leave us.  Say hello.

They are here to help.  Ask them ...  

I need to add some very important information: during this time while I was in the hospital there were people praying, they were saying masses, they were lighting candles,

And then there is the will to live... there was so much love I believe it had a lot to do with lifting me and bringing me back.

I would add, that one of the thoughts that kept repeating in my head: 'No judging, no judging, no judging'.  We are all living in the God-mind.  EL-e-Ments. on sensory planet earth.  EARTHEARTHEARTH HEARTHEARTHEART

I also want to make sure to add that many people were praying for me, many people were pulling for me, there were masses being said in my name and candles being lit.  All of it matters, and the GRACE OF GOD.

New Moon In Aries Raising Up the Cross 2014

Spring has sprung…hasn’t it?  Here along the great lakes, Erie to be exact, apparently Persephone is still in the clutches of Hades and Demeter has not been able negotiate her daughter’s rightful release.

In Cleveland, we have been an average of 20 degrees below the ‘normal’ temperatures and we just had another bout of snow yesterday that continued on and off into the night. 

The forces for change are struggling for power and control, and not just in the weather patterns.

This Sunday the 30^th at 2:46PM EDT, we will have the second new moon in March at 9* of Aries.

It will herald one of the most intense spring months we have had for many years.  Lady Luna will be courted and wed by her solar paramour and UR-Anus/change agent will be their best man.  Up on the altar of change, lighting up the sky they will co-conspire to martial our energies that have been stewing on the back burner since the last eclipse cycle began in November with the solar eclipse.

Which issues have come up for you to work through?  What changes have you made in your life?

With so many planets dancing back and forth, as I posted in the “The Light and Shadow of Energy and Time” see link here: http://arcoftheancients.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-light-and-shadow-of-energy-and-time.html we have been witnessing aspects within us that culminate and play out over the course of our lives in patterns of repetition that show themselves in the people we are drawn to and in the circumstances surrounding us.

This play of shadow and light, reveals layers of repeating themes, we emerge through the darkness and struggle forward.  Aries is ruled by Mars, and the “I AM”, so how would you follow those two words…I AM (insert belief here).  Mars rules passion and anger, it is found in the depths of your limbic system with the fight or flight response and the alertness for danger.

FEAR is co-ruled by Pluto/Hades who casts the shadowy depths of the underworld upon the minds thoughts and colours the world with the nagging suspicion that something is under the bed lying in wait for you to drop that foot down into its clutches.

Mars rules your survival along with the Solar furnace that heats up the center of our world like a yolk and the whites of our eyes a collective perspective.  Everyone has an opinion.  All eyes turn toward the sun like most of the natural world, lest they fall into the dark abyss of the nocturnal variety…and we are back into the occlusion of sanity with the simplest of odd sounds waking us from our deep slumber.

Where is Demeter when we need her to negotiate our own release?  With what measure have we surmounted our gravest fears to find that pinnacle of truth piercing the veil and pouring forth the light of redemption and safety?

Which ground do you now stand firmly upon?

These are the questions that may be rising to your consciousness, especially in the past few weeks.  During the Mars retrograde period, it is as though he is pulling back the veil to all that Mars represents; anger, aggression, passion, motivation, energy, action, etc.  I also often make the comparison to an oar being plunged into the water, and simply holding it in place; we see the water swirl backwards bringing everything in its path along for us to witness.
Mars retrograde, as readers of this blog would know, also goes through his shadow phase first and last in that retrograde, which brings up our own shadow sides.
While the moon and sun conjunct Uranus, we can expect great outbursts and temper tantrums, as the last few blogs have outlined.

I often view the world as a giant sea, all things liquid and which has happened to me several times now.  I will share three of them with you now: When I died, everything was lit up and liquid-like.  As I float-walked, everything would sort of morph even though it was solid and more vivid than anything I have ever experienced on this planet.  There were colours I have never seen.  I have written about that in more detail on my website: www.arcancient.com 
Another time it happened when I was sitting in a forest after meditation and discussing everything in waves and vibrations, all of a sudden I was sitting inside a great river, the trees, leaves, plants oscillating in vibration as if I was at the bottom of the ocean. I could literally feel it rock me back and forth.  The last one I will share was deeply powerful too: I had two great angels pull me up through a water-like veil and transport me to witness something that an ex-business partner of mine was doing, that was of dubious content.  I talk more about all of these and many other experiences in detail in my upcoming book, that I am still working on.
Energy is moving in great waves and currents throughout the universe and being pulsed through life, through our very beings.  Circulating in our blood, the energy of Mars courses through our veins and is life giving.  Of course, all of this is the Grand Design of God.  I and you can merely witness this display and marvel, and we can seek to know more, as I do.

Ahh, but I regressed into the world of my 12^th house Neptunian mind.  All this unfinished business for Mars/Ares to return back through, however he is showing up and transiting your own chart is where he is activating your desire and action or actions of the past and those you will take in the future.  He is not returned back far enough yet to form that square and ultimately his part of the Grand Cardinal Cross that will culminate on April 21^st.  See my  blog on that here: http://arcoftheancients.blogspot.com/2014/02/grand-cross-april-21-2014.html

This happens just 6 days after the first of the 4 Blood Moons, the first of which is on

April 15^th (Passover).  If ever you've prayed, now would be the time, and now would be the time to consider our direction and the actions we must take to arrive at the destination we seek/desire.  Remember that changing even 1* will bring you to a very different destination point.  With that said, I want to remind all of us, that this cross is also very much like a ships steering wheel, on the handles: Jupiter at 13* of Cancer, Mars will be at 13* Libra, Pluto 13* of Capricorn and Uranus at 13* of Aries.  Those are the aspects on your chart we want to pay attention to using; for that is the energy of the stars as the Lord has created to guide over us.

“And God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for days and years, and let them be lights in the expanse of the heavens to give light upon the earth.” And it was so. And God made the two great lights—the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night—and the stars. And God set them in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth, to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good.”

Genesis 1:14-18

Now, on today’s new moon/luna/emotions/feelings at 9* conjunct the sun/ego/sentience AND Uranus we can expect the desire for sudden change and outbursts.  Quick decisions that may not go so well especially while Mars is retrograde.  However, Mars/Ares (22* Libra), even while he is retrograde will offer the power of martialing our energies, with the support of Venus/Aphrodite/love now at 23* Of Aquarius the water bearer in a nice trine to Mars; which was square to Mars when he went retrograde, remember?  So now, they are working things out and making up over their little spat.  If we haven’t worked out those issues of passive/aggressiveness and taken responsibility for our own choices and actions, this could be a little rougher.
We might be more forgiving at this time, water under the bridge.  Make this work for you, don't forget the lesson the problem brought.

Also, please remember that God does have an intention to insert life shifts to help us grow past what we might choose on our own.  If we won’t access our deep pearls, the universe will come along to help us.  This is just such a time.

Remember the supporting roles the planets I just mentioned will play, access those energies right now as we navigate through this major portal of time.  (Sun/Moon/Uranus in Aries and Venus in Aquarius).

Where else will we find help?

Well, we have been going deeper and deeper into the depths of Neptune/Poseidon (dreaming/art/music/utopia) in PIsces, and she is now at 6* of PIsces, making a lovely wide trine to Jupiter who is at 11* of Cancer.  (Um, that is a lot of water, btw) Since Jupiter/Zeus (benevolence/magnifier/higher knowledge/long distance travel) has just been retrograde and expands all around him, this wide trine has a far greater impact than we might usually consider.  Jupiter/Zeus who is King of kings, and overcame his father Saturn/El/Cronus in war after his mother Rhea tricked El into swallowing a stone (Philosophers Stone) thinking it was his son (Zeus).  So we always look to Jupiter/Zeus when working with a heavy Saturn/EL transit.

Our lord of the rings, El has been in mutual reception with Pluto in Capricorn don’t forget, so those energies have been working together for quite some time now, and Saturn/El (structure/limitations/karma/resistance) in Scorpio which is ruled by PLUTO/Hades (death/transformation/sex) is also co-ruled by MARS/Ares, so we see how that connection comes back to this MARS retrograde like following a daisy chain?  And can we see how all of these issues, are being brought up to the surface, since Saturn/EL Is also retrograde and pulling back the curtains?  Some would say that their energy/power is lessened; I would say it has changed its layer of effect on us, drawing and excavating deeper aspects of our divinely inherited core being, which makes us move SLOWER.  
Rhea means flow, and is the goddess of female fertility and change with the seasons of time, as wife of Kronos/EL.  She is very sympathetic in the ways to deal with her partner, to manage time and help things flow a bit easier.

Think of the sextant, as we dial the horizonal aspects into our view in the cross-hairs, we focus our attributes and where we have energy (Mars) and what we desire.  This T-square that is forming into the Cardinal Grand Cross is shifting us back and forth until finally our passion has set our flaming inner heart ablaze.  There, if we have it right, is the fire of the Holy Spirit, licking away the dross and the past with the fire that does not burn.

Hades/Pluto churning in the underworld and we see he has not released Persephone yet, locked in the flames of passion and desire, he is exhuming the depths of the pyramid, the pyre a mid, is the central fire within.  He is shaking up the corporatocracy and Plutocracy’s of the world, displaying the abuse of power, he asks us to step into our own power and face our fears.  To stand up to the old guard, Saturn/EL and he is giving us the means to that communication with a trine to Mercury/Hermes the messenger who is the one God who can move freely between the worlds and accompanies souls to the underworld and Saturn/El.  Mercury (communication/travel/siblings) is also in a nice trine to Jupiter/Zeus right now, so we see the bridge to Zeus from Kronos, the Lord of the Rings has been forged for us in the starlit nights.  Take advantage of this before he steps into his role in the Grand Cardinal Cross.

Don’t mistake me for saying this is one easy walk in the park, if you have read the blog previous on the Cardinal Cross, than you are aware of the many warning signs to prepare ourselves for.  But, we can also shift this time into peace and work with the power of prayer in action to make even that one degree turn on the dial of our compass, in our compass-ION.

Use that compassion that this world has torn open, drop down that drawbridge and cover that moat, let the universe come rushing in with the keys to paradise.

Now that we have been forced to create new muscles, new lives, new belief’s and been drawn into the larger picture, are you ready to walk into the valley of the gods?

Many of my readers, students and certainly friends, know I have been opened stem to sternum which brought me over from this world into the next.  I now refer to that as my doorway between worlds. 

Well, there are glorious heavens awaiting us, but here…we live in a 3D world that Saturn/El is coconspirator of as he weaves his time matrix and our mass, speeds through light twice as fast as the light itself, we must be restrained and meet with resistance as we are tempered. 

Now, how do we sit inside of that Great Spirit, the Holy Mother inside of our heart?  Well, for me compassion has pointed my compass to its internal plumb line, it sits within the inner chamber of the heart, and if one were to overlay their being upon the astral circle, we will see that even the cross overlaid,
shows the cross hairs are in the upper chamber of the heart, the upper heart chakra, where the flaming heart is ignited.  The heart/thymus, which as I have often stated in the past is thus: heartthymus..the hearth (inner fires)...hear Thy muse.  Do you see that now?

If we look at the players forming the cross again; Jupiter at 13* of Cancer, Mars will be at 13* Libra, Pluto 13* of Capricorn and Uranus at 13* of Aries.  Then we see that we want to be in the middle of this cross.  Uranus in Aries is rash and wants change in a new direction, but he is opposed by Mars who rules Ares in Libra; so balance with our energy is necessary and we must consider the needs of others and the consequences of our actions.  This is no solo trip.  As we clear our paths, honing in we see the starlit runway and we will drop WHEELS (The greatest invention) connecting our inner light with the guidance system being forged in this Great Shift.  Pluto opposing Jupiter in Cancer is power in the corporatocracy vs the benevolent mother and our home.

Recall all the disintegration our friends PAN and HADES have caused since the first square to Uranus and actually starting with the Uranus opposition to Saturn/EL all the way back in November of 2008.  Between the uprisings all over the globe, the market crash (all laid out on this blog and the reason I closed my last store in September of 2008) are all the markers and the shakers to ignite the fire of justice, and to shift perspectives from the material world of success to the Inner Wisdom of Compassion, for therein lies the truth, the light and the way.

This also means that we have all of those T-squares, but remember, look back at the sextant, do you see the square?  We need that to build, no home or structure is built without using a square (unless it is round for those of you who came up with the 'opposition' LOL) So put your hands upon the wheel, we will turn our wheels ever so slightly and adjust with the planetary changes and global power plays, shifting into a kinder place, this is the world we can build upon.

That won’t see real fruit until after Mars goes direct May 20 and certainly not until after the final Pluto square to Uranus March of 2015.
We have the Blood Moons to go through (Major changes and births, as blood is the cup of life and also of death), many will leave us over the next month and into the end of this year, with the next Uranus square to Pluto that comes in December 14, 2014.

From the Gospel of Thomas: He said to them, "Anyone here with two ears had better listen! There is light within a person of light, and it shines on the whole world. If it does not shine, it is dark."

18 the disciples said to Jesus "Tell us, how will our end come?"

Jesus said, "Have you found the beginning, then, that you are looking for the end? You see, the end will be where the beginning is.

Congratulations to the one who stands at the beginning: that one will know the end and will not taste death."

So let’s get our ships ready to sail, shall we?

Ride the Tiger: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBtIbaFAVTg

We also have to transit through 4 Blood Moons starting with Passover, April 15, 2014, October 8, 2014 (Sukkot), again on Passover April 4, 2015 and ending on September 28, 2015(Sukkot). The following are the coming Uranus to Pluto squares we have left:

April 21, 2014, December 14, 2014, March 16, 2015.
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Which are all on special right now.  So clear up that fuzzy headedness and those headaches now!

Near Death Experience

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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 that was musical 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

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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.