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My Heart’s Adventure

In January of 2025 I was the beneficiary of two separate heart warming acts of kindness. The first was when a gentleman anonymously put $150 into my account at the Veterinary Hospital. He had seen me come out with my elderly cat and probably overheard me say lightheartedly to my grandson that I would have to get a job to pay for the ongoing costs of her care. He told the staff I had seemed like a nice woman and that he was doing well at the moment. The staff and I were blown away with such generosity.

A little back ground knowledge is necessary regarding the second kindness: In the book I channeled, book three of the Waking Wisdom trilogy, Little Pearls and Little Gems, one wisdom teaching was simply Unleash Love. In a global zoom meeting I was asked which pieces from the book were special to me and I replied I was rather struck by the two words…unleash love. It made me question where I had in fact tied love up, where did I deny love, why did I deny it, what was the mechanism involved in unleashing love. These simple words provoked a deep inquiry within myself.

In October 2023 The Shift Network, (theshiftnetwork.com) advertised a course called The Science of Love, facilitated by Rollin McCraty PhD of The HeartMath Institute, (heartmath.org ). Unfortunately the course was costly, however, just a day or so prior to it starting the Shift Network sent an email saying I could apply for a scholarship. I had informed the universe that I wanted to do this course. My application gave me a 50% discount and although I missed the first session I attended the rest of the course. Module 2 was on the 31st of October and I had an amazing dream on the 1st of November. A summary of the dream: I am at a big gathering in the mountains, for learning. I am asked for my immigration credentials which is a rubber ball, in the dream I thought,  ‘this is my country and I don’t need to show credentials.’ Rollin McCraty comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me slightly to the right. I am looking out a huge picture window, (note the dream pun…the big picture). The scenery is magnificent, river, trees behind it and snow sprinkled mountains in the background, all lit by a mellow golden light. I say to Rollin, ‘look, it’s all glittering.’ The glittering effect started with the snow and then flooded the entire panorama. It was quite stunning.

Just before the end of the last module, on the 12th of December it was announced that the HeartMath Institute was holding a conference in April 2025.  Due to the dream and what I had learnt during the course I really wanted to go.

The Love Unleashed conference, to be held in the Santa Cruz mountains was advertised on FaceBook. Note the title…Love Unleashed, the synchronicity hit me. I shared the advertisement and added a line which was quite out of character, asking if anyone would care to sponsor me. The conference was quite expensive. About two weeks later I was astonished to be contacted by an amazing person who wishes to remain anonymous and offered the opportunity to attend the conference. This was a huge gift and difficult to accept but I couldn’t get away from that dream and the ‘big picture’, so I accepted. As the time approached I often felt anxious about travelling across the world on my own and, particularly, about driving on the ‘wrong’ side of the road from SF to Santa Cruz mountains. When this happened I would tell myself to stop being silly, I was taking my heart on an adventure.

The Love Unleashed conference was held at the Chaminade Resort and Spa, I misread this name as the ‘shaman aid’ resort which was certainly applicable, I was a shamanic practitioner in need of a boost, everyday life was getting me down. A boost is exactly what I got, I had a marvellous time. My benefactor had even made sure I had a room of my own. I met many amazing people, forged new friendships, ate beautiful meals and, most importantly, listened to many wise speakers and learnt new facts about love, heart coherence and the power of its interaction with the world. At one point Rollin McCraty came up to me to make sure I had met a few fellow Australians who were attending. I had shown him the book with Unleash Love in it but never got the opportunity to mention my dream. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I froze as I was taken back to my precognitive dream. Never underestimate dreams, they aren’t tied to space and time.

After the conference I stayed one night in San Bruno and met up with my friend Jane the next day for lunch. We asked the hotel receptionist where we could find a good place to eat. She suggested the street behind the hotel had several eating places and then added we could try the One Love Cafe. We did, the food and staff were excellent. Additionally there were signs in the street with hearts on them. The first one I noticed said San Bruno, city with a heart.

I would like to take this opportunity to express my deeply heartfelt appreciation to all the souls involved in my heart adventure, particularly the dear person who provided the financial means for me to attend the conference, what gems you all are. As the world appears to grow more chaotic it seems kindness is rising to the surface as a counterbalance.

Finally I need to say that I don’t need immigration credentials or any permission to live in, create, explore and expand a world of heart. Neither does anyone else. Let’s get radical and unleash love.

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Cathedral Happenings

This took place on January 22nd 2025. Rod and I were in Melbourne for the day. We travelled in on the train and on the way I heard a voice say; ‘beliefs are the filters we place over perception.’ Personally, I have decided that there is nothing quite like a good, worldview shattering, experience to expand my understanding of possibilities available in ‘reality’, whatever that is.

          We went to the Eye and Ear Hospital to see if I could get an appointment and were walking back towards the CBD as we passed St Patricks Cathedral and decided to go in. It is a beautiful gothic revival style building. Although I am not catholic nor religious I lit three candles for my guides, Caspar, Stephen, Martin and all the Saints of the Sacred Well. As I lit the candles I said a prayer, which, because I was in shaman mode I cannot recall. However I felt that prayer take effect in the world at some level, it had power.

            We walked around a bit, marvelling at the construction, the organ, the gentle light filtering through stained glass. Then Rod decided to sit on a pew and wait while I continued to walk around all the chapels at the side.I passed a man sitting opposite one chapel, he had lovely energy and we smiled at each other, fellow souls enjoying the peace and power of love. Further on I came across a stained glass window depicting the magi beholding the infant Jesus. It filled me with love, I had tears in my eyes.Then I wandered slowly back to Rod sitting at one end of a long wooden pew which was otherwise unoccupied. While I had been taking in the majesty of the side chapels Rod told me he had been applying himself to Step 11 of AA/NA which is: sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God.

 

            I sat down with him and we spent some time discussing the beauty of the cathedral and the sheer glory of its presence. Rod pointed out that the craftsmen would not have been subject to time constraints and would have been free to display their talents. I mentioned at some point having become teary at the vision of the magi and Rod said, ‘you are magi Kim’ It seemed an odd thing to say.

            Suddenly our pew received a hard shove from directly behind us and it moved the pew forward a few inches, it made a sound as it dragged forward over the tiled floor. We both looked around, there was no one behind us or anywhere near us. A small woman sat in the pew behind us at the far end of that pew about 20 feet away. She could not possibly have performed such a feat from there.  There was no explanation for what had occurred, we were alone. Rod looked at me and said; ‘that was spooky!’ Not frightening though.

            What I did find intriguing was it would have taken quite a bit of energy to move a heavy wooden pew and the over 120kg of us as well. What wielded that energy, where did it come from and how did it do it? Why did it do it? We were both actively practicing a spiritual attention in response to our surroundings. Did something sense this? It certainly makes it plain that there is so much more to reality than the sliver we allow ourselves to view. In the New Thinking Allowed magazine I came across the following: In 1974 research by William G Braud indicated that a highly relaxed state is favourable for the occurrence of dramatic instances of paranormal or psychic phenomena. Perhaps this is a partial explanation, we were both very relaxed.

            Later in the day, on the train home I was looking at Facebook and my FB friend James had posted about his wife. He called her a magi. Rod and James do not know each other but both are over 40 years sober and have active spiritual practices. I asked Rod why he called me that but he said he didn’t know. Having never heard of a woman being called a magi before to hear it twice in one day was quite an astonishing synchronicity as far as I am concerned. Perhaps it speaks to the historic tendency to down play women sages and the need for a greater balance today in this domain.

            The following day I did a little research on the matter and came across an article that first appeared in the St Louis Beacon 2010. The Reverend Benedict Thomas Viviano, an international authority on the Gospel of Matthew used his command of Old Testament references and his ease with gender in ancient Hebrew words to suggest that one or more women may have been among the magi who visited the infant Jesus. He goes on in the article to give further support to his theory. ( Source STLPR-St Louis Public Radio Morning Edition )

            All in all it was a fascinating few days, I learnt more about the magi than I had previously known and had experienced yet another example of the power of intelligences as yet little known to us. I wonder when we will be wise enough to be trusted with further knowledge concerning the true nature of reality. Sometimes the confines of materialism severely irks me!

            On the first day of February I hosted a meeting where we discussed a broad range of unusual things. A friend of mine, after I had told of being teary when I saw the window of the magi and of Rod calling me magi, became excited and told me that he had been researching the magi a few days previously and did I know that women could be magi. This is before I had mentioned my own research on the subject. Telepathy perhaps?

            I sit in awe of moving pews, magi and synchronicities which bless my life. May you too, sit in awe at the wonder of your life and the life that surrounds and permeates us all.     

(copyright Kim Parker 2025 January.)

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Dreams of the Not So Dead

On January 28th 2025 I had a dream about my mother. Mum’s ashes
were in a terracotta container and it fell and broke, ashes spilled out but some still remain inside. Looking in I see a bit of spine, then a few bones of the face. Then things start to come together, the head completes and joins the spine, limb bones attach and it starts to cover with skin, dark hair appears on the head. I got a bit scared during this but think to myself; ‘don’t be silly, it’s Mum.’
In the morning I got up early to host a regular global dream group. I
completely forgot about the above dream. I literally thought, ‘oh well, nothing to offer from last night.’
Before the group I open at random my book Little Pearls and Little
Gems from the Waking Wisdom series. On the page that I open it says:

I am ground from old bones
risen anew,
as is all that I view,
to experience what is not,
to find what is true.

Even this didn’t make me recall the dream, you would think the mention
of bones might have jogged my memory. At some point during the group
discussion of someone else’s dream I felt an odd shifting and turning in my
head and the vision of the bones of Mum’s face surfaced into my
consciousness. I closed my eyes and allowed the whole dream to re emerge.
Then I recalled the words from the day’s inspirational page and saw the
synchronicity of it all. Additionally I had noticed what was written on the other page of the open book and this too applied to the dream I think, and I felt Mum affirm this. Those words were:

Restore every human life
from the idea
to the ideal.

Whilst I hold the idea that the body of my mother no longer exists the
ideal is that of course she continues in a resurrected form of some sort. Her
energy continues, after all energy doesn’t die does it? The dream states that
Mum is alive and taking form, perhaps reincarnating, transforming or simply displaying eternal life. When I shared the dream a group member noted that it made her think of the phoenix and how it continuously rises again from the ashes, eternal life.
Both the statements from the book refer to the experiences of illusion,
formed by beliefs and ideas. It is only when we discern what is not true that we grant space for the unformed unitive truth to emerge and flourish. We tend to forget that to a large degree our beliefs are formed by our cultures, our family, and our community. Beliefs are not necessarily truth but a perception or even an agreement within particular structures, such as religions. We may cherish many ideas about life and yet never know the truth, the ideal. Waiting for revelations to respond to questions is not our way, we design our own experience of reality. What if we were to pause and ask reality to reveal itself?
What a surprise could await us.
Of course the second inspirational statement indicates that the
experience of creating our own realities is a part of the entire show. We will
eventually exhaust ourselves with experiences that lack a loving and logical, wise foundation. Then we pause and allow creation and reality to reveal themselves as a great perfection that has always travelled beside, and inside, us in our journeys, and most importantly, as the integral core of all apparent appearance and disappearance. The one authentic power knows not time itself, there is no hurry.
Interestingly another group member had shared a dream about his
father. The group then discussed and shared dreams and, in one case,
psychic experiences, about their parents. For me, it felt as though many of
our parents had made an effort to attend and bless us all with their presence and the knowledge that conscious life is the never ending real state of being.

Copyright Kim Parker
28th January 2025

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It Started With a Heart

On a day out in our state’s busy capital city I saw at my feet a little red heart, a sticker that was very firmly attached to the pavement. It all started with this heart. My husband waited patiently while I stopped to photograph it. I couldn’t help but wonder how many people might have seen it and how many had simply walked either on or over it without noticing. How often do we fail to perceive these little signs in our busy lives, to note that which is out of place and calling for our attention??

         The following day, as I exited a store where I had been gathering the requirements for that night’s physical mediumship circle I heard a voice say, “raise your head.” I obeyed this instruction immediately. It had made me aware that I was not walking in the manner of a woman of power. My upper body had been slumped slightly and my head drooped forward. My spine straightened as I raised my head and my shoulders went back. Instantly I felt more alive and my head swivelled to a shop window on my right. I came to a stop as I read my sidewalk oracle, a cup with a message:

but with God
all things are possible.

(Matthew 19:26)

         This felt like a good omen, a reminder for my work and perhaps for the evening ahead, sitting for physical mediumship. After the dark zoom meeting, called dark because we sit in dim or even dark rooms, when people were discussing their experiences, I let Niko, my black cat, into my study. He had waited patiently during the silent time but as soon as he heard voices he meowed to be let in. He does not appreciate me talking to the computer, my attention should, rightly, be upon his glorious self. Hence, to show his disgust, he walks around between me and the screen, chews things, knocks objects to the ground and generally makes a pest of himself. Another circle member and myself were privately discussing black cats in the chat, she mentioned the requirement of such to a good witch!

         Suddenly music began playing on my computer, I can only presume that Niko managed to start it up, a check after the event also showed it had gone to a specific search for a song, not to the library, and had then began playing at one minute and one second into the song. It was The Beatles song, All You Need Is Love. I told my friend about the song playing and the title and she remarked on how cool this was. What she didn’t know was that during the meeting silent time I had asked myself what I was really trying to achieve. I answered myself too, saying I wanted to use every aspect of my being, right down to atoms, to receive, send and expand love throughout the world. Niko’s tricky song activation, if it was him, was for me a direct response to the focus of my intent. I say ‘if it was him’ because I was sitting right there and I didn’t see him do anything that would explain the music starting, even if I had left the music at search with that song stopped at 1.01 how on earth did he open the music and press play right under my eyes.

         In case there was any doubt in my mind about it being a response to my stated intention an event the following morning chased it away. Opening my photos to look at the ones I had taken two days previously at our state’s Art Centre I came across one from the previous day. I had taken it early in the day many hours before the zoom meeting. It was a quick snap of my 18month old granddaughter that I had taken when we were out shopping for a sun hat for her. I had been so busy later in the day that I forgotten about it and about what was printed on the dress she was wearing. The words were very clear in the photograph: All You Need Is Love.

         The message was hammered home two days after the above. I wanted a paper bag to take shopping, went to where I keep them and pulled one out. Printed on it was: All You Need Is Love and a Dog! I don’t even know where this bag came from. Our last dog was 16 when he died in September 2023, we both miss having a dog in the family so I like the afterthought in this message. Additionally, dogs are masters of unconditional love.

         With regard to the quote on the cup; ‘But with God all things are possible’, for me God is love. An unconditional love beyond our confined understanding, all encompassing, infinite, creative and eternal. The very stuff of which we are made, by which we are made and in which we are made.

         Over several days I have been reminded that all I need is love, it makes anything possible. Oddly, the count keeps rising over the day or two I take to write it all down here, on FaceBook, on the fourth day after finding the heart in the street, Unify posts the same quote, All You Need Is Love.

         Are you wondering in what manner this addresses why I have decided to sit for physical mediumship and the question I asked of myself and answered during a meeting? The conclusion I reach is that it is an exceptionally compassionate and loving thing to strive to prove the survival of human consciousness post bodily death. To sow the seeds and nurture the growth of a much expanded concept of life itself is no small intent, this is what physical mediumship is really striving for.

          On Thursday evenings I attend a meditation group that is run along similar lines to the physical mediumship group. We meditate for peace, it starts and finishes with uplifting music and there is a 20 minute period of silence in between. The group has been meeting for a couple of decades I believe, a few of the members have died in that time and new people flow in. It is my personal experience that some of the ‘dead’ members pop in from time to time. I must stress though that this is not a group that forms for any mediumship purpose.

         On the third day after the heart that started it all, I went to meditation. It is held at a church that also has a large thrift / opportunity shop on the grounds. The shop is some way from the church itself and there are tables outside that have books on them. They leave these tables and books out all night, the shop is always closed well before the hour for meditation. When I arrived on this particular evening I could see what looked like asian style paintings balanced upright on one of the tables. That’s different I thought, then I went to meditation where my focus was on sending love to the world. I was the first to leave at the end of the session and as I walked to my car I looked once again at the tables, I followed an urge to go and see these paintings. When I reached the tables there was a sign on the wall behind the pictures saying; ‘Asian Style Prints $4.’ I didn’t like the prints that had caught my eye in the first  place but with them was an actual painting of a beautiful scene. Oh my word, I wanted it, but had no money with me. My friend, Nick, who facilitates meditation came over and remarked on the painting, I told him I had no money and he didn’t have any either. He said, ‘ just take it and come back later and pay, the Minister won’t mind.’ Not what I would usually do but I could see no harm and thus I went home with a beautiful painting, which I paid for the following day.

          I am strangely drawn to this painting, I love it. It is of Ladder Street in Hong Kong, a dear friend worked this out for me. There are many paintings of Ladder Street online but none quite like mine. There are very few people in my version, a rickshaw driver having breakfast, some women, one with a child and a baby on her back. It is a sunrise scene and the light from a white sun at the top spills down the many steps in white, yellow and gold. I wish I could decipher who the artist is, because it it is done with such skill. I know it sounds a little odd but I truly feel this was a gift to me from ‘God,’ that amazing level of consciousness and love that holds all within it’s grasp. Climbing those steps is reminiscent of Jacob’s ladder stretching from Earth to Heaven, a symbol of human development and evolution.

         When I look at it I see what it takes spiritually to reach that blazing sun of love at the top of the steps. Every step for me is a triumph over my beliefs and ideas that divert me from my manifestation of divine love. We are all on this ladder. Eventually, on reaching the top, we are face to face with our own magnificence, with the brilliant light and love at the core of life itself. I think of this painting as my prize for pausing in this crazy world, and acknowledging and celebrating the truth… All We Need Is Love.

         Copyright Kim Parker 2024.

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A Marvellous Week

Things started off small. I am not a big ‘angel’ person but I do possess a pair of tiny angel earrings. Over the years I have become quite fond of them. It was therefore a little annoying to discover that I had lost one of them during a day out. I had a fairly thorough search to no avail. It was apparent that I had to bid that earring adieu and I did so with a slight twinge which quickly dissipated, mentally I just let it go. I did think I would like to find that earring but if not, then so be it.

The following day, as I walked through the lounge room for the umpteenth time that day, on the floor at my feet was my small silver angel earring. It was a grand feeling to be able to place it back in my jewellery box with the other angel. There was no way I could have missed seeing it and I have no explanation for how it suddenly appeared in so obvious a place. I am sure there could be a simple explanation but, for me, this was a small miracle, an answer to a request and the letting go of the outcome.

The second marvellous occurrence is a little more involved and unusual. I had a dream about a goose that I followed down a corridor to a very large and oddly decorated egg. Whenever I dream of an animal or insect I look up the attributes of the creature concerned in Ted Andrews book; Animal Speak. There are about two pages on the goose in his book. Included is the information that writing with a goose feather quill can assist a writer, in his or her craft, in various ways. Idly I thought to myself that I would love a feather quill but that it would have to have a biro on the end as I would find a fountain pen tedious to work with.

I had lent several books I had written to a couple, friends of my husband. One of those books I really wanted back as it is out of print and I have only a few copies left. They really appreciated that book and wanted to purchase two copies of it. I decided to let them keep the copy they had and I also gave them one extra copy, leaving me with just one copy.

My husband met up with his friend and came home with a small package and a much appreciated thank you card for me. It is such a lovely thing to get an unexpected gift and I happily opened the package to find a pink box with silver writing that proclaimed inside was a feather quill pen of vintage design. I couldn’t believe my eyes and opened the box to find a beautifully painted feather attached to a small biro. The feather was painted with cherry blossoms on it, so pretty.

Once again I had, without any prolonged emotion attached, thought that I would like something only to have it appear within just over a week. I wish I could convey the manner of these askings, how it doesn’t include emotion or expectation, just a simple request put out into the world, knowing that something is always listening, and that whatever is listening is a loving energy.

The third marvellous occurrence was just as surprising. My third book in the Waking Wisdom Trilogy is complete and nearing publication. This book, Little Pearls and Little Gems, is all the channelled wisdom teachings I have been gifted over recent years. I had informed my husband that this work deserved to have some marketing done, politely giving him a heads up that I was about to spend more of our savings. One morning in my email box was a correspondence from Thorpe Bowker, the business where I purchase my ISBN numbers for my books.

The email offered a marketing package that cost $450 for what sounded as if it reached a large base of book buyers, in both magazine and electronic format. It was attractive. When I got to the cost though I thought it was a bit much. I could feel the urging from spirit, I had thought of marketing and how I would require help as it certainly not my greatest skill. I literally said out loud; ‘yeah right, you (the universe) provide me with $450 within 24 hours and I will purchase that marketing package. Then I forgot all about it.

 

About an hour, maybe two, later I decided I had best do some online banking to see how much we had spent in recent days on a renovation we have been undertaking. I logged on and checked the balances in our accounts. One account had more in it than I expected so I went into that account to discover that $450 had been deposited by the Australian Tax Office. No, it wasn’t part of our tax return and was not something either of us had been expecting although we do know why we got it.

The timing was immaculate.

Of course the real question we are all asking at this stage is why haven’t I won the lottery, or even better created a peaceful world! Since my three little miracles I have been thinking about this. My understanding, from teachings received, indicate there is no difficulty, from the perspective of that which creates, with regard to the size of the miracle. Therefore the difficulty or obstacle must be in the form of the asking.

When I thought about it I actually know of four people who have won the lottery. With regard to two of those people I heard their thoughts about the process. Both these people weren’t in great need, in fact one was very wealthy. One was the neighbour of friends. She stated that she happened to see what the first prize was one week and simply thought she would like to win it. It wasn’t given any further thought and there was no emotion attached. Similar with the wealthy gentleman, just bought an instant ticket thinking it would be nice to win and didn’t think about it again. Neither seemed to have any doubts about their suitability to win money, or thoughts that the odds made it impossible. The money was there to be won so why not win it? They didn’t nag at the universe, nor make promises about what they would do if they won. They simply said they wanted it then left it alone, no emotion attached, it didn’t really matter one way or the other.

Perhaps then it is my own beliefs about winning large sums of money, the difficulty of it, the not feeling I am ‘good’ enough in some way, the worry about what I would do with it, the constant refrain about why I need it, that keep the event from taking place. In essence, as the observer and creator of this reality, I have already judged and condemned myself with regard to larger miracles. Do I also think that there is not enough to go around and others need it more than me? In fact there are many beliefs and emotions attached to the subject when in truth it is as easy as getting a quill or an earring back or $450. The difficulty is in my beliefs and disbeliefs once again.

Is it your beliefs that limit your experience of miracles too? If we realise our beliefs are limiting our experiences of miracles then we should be able to change our beliefs and therefore change our experience of life to something more miraculous, harmonious and loving. I am going to give it a try.

Copyright Kim Parker July 2022

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Two Hearts

The first heart arrived serenely through an early morning sun. On a walk I was contemplating how I could create a visual representation of the shadow self being created by belief systems within us. Beliefs that blind us to life/consciousness being the one thing in everything, beliefs with which we decorate our choices of our perceptions of reality. I came up with a simple drawing that illustrated how we restrict our vision by placing our beliefs between the light of source, truth, and our perception. How the light must go around all these things we believe and that it is this diversion that creates the shadow self, those things we hold too dear to risk their exposure to a greater understanding. Things that could bring our world view toppling down into a quagmire at our feet.

As I contemplated all this I continued to wander down the side of the road which was in full shade, the morning rays of light not yet high enough to reach past the line of trees beside the road. I was brought to a sudden stop by a spectacular golden heart of sunlight on the road, formed by rays that had found their way through the obscuring tree line. It was a timely and simple reminder that love can find its way through any blockage, for it is not confined to the physical rules of a space/time continuum. It was a spiritually stirring reminder that our thoughts are always heard and acknowledged and even our beliefs can be put aside by love.

The second heart: times have been turbulent at our place recently. As was told to me in January 2022; ‘systematic upheaval precludes focused intent’. This is so true, I am unable to focus on what steps to take to get where I wish to be…peaceful, centred and creative. Worst of all is that, when in this state, I find my non- corporeal mentors are hindered from reaching me. The chaos creates a barrier to what is to me, the very core aspect, of who I am. I do not often sink to this state of being, which often occurs around the winter season. While feeling like this, just before sleep, I again asked my guides for contact. The next morning I awoke after experiencing an unpleasant dream. This made me quite sad, still no contact and now I was having bad dreams as well. I got up and dropped into an unusual state for me, deciding I would rather not be here than go through life without contact. As I don’t recall a time when I couldn’t talk with non corporeal intelligences for guidance and wisdom, the thought of going without that is something akin to having limbs amputated I imagine. Whilst I was contemplating my sadness I turned to the kitchen bench where I had made a cup of tea a few minutes previously. I had left two tea bags in the cup as I like strong tea to start the day, to my utter astonishment the tea had wicked down the hanging strings and dripped onto the bench top, it formed a perfect heart shape. It was so beautiful I decided to photograph it, but I tried to move the cup slightly to catch, in the photo, the jaguar head that is painted on the cup. Unfortunately the bottom edge of the cup just touched the heart and the heart started to merge into a blob around the base of the cup. I did however get in a quick shot that still shows the basic heart shape. Disappointed that I had mucked it up I moved away and heard a voice say; “ you can’t fix perfection.” A heart shape from spirit and a voice, all is well again and the message for me is to go with the flow of the moment and not to try and control everything. A gentle, loving reminder that all is perfection even when appearances are to the contrary. The universe knows what it is doing, relax!

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The Sacred Well of All Saints: Parts One & Two

The Sacred Well of All Saints

Parts One & Two

For those readers who have read Waking Wisdom We Are One just skip to part two of this blog.

It is the night of my mother’s birthday in March 2016 and although she is dead, ( Dreamer Entered Another Dimension ) she is about to gift me a fabulous dream.

I wake in the middle of the night and decide to indulge in an active imaginal journey. As often happens I am immediately asleep again and dreaming but now lucid. I find myself in a cave in the company of a lovely gentle man dressed as a monk in a brown hooded robe. Outside it is snowing. There is a large bath sized well in the middle of the cave, it is filled with golden water. I hear that I am at the Sacred Well of the Saints in the Himalayas. I wonder if that includes all the saints of the world from all traditions or just the Tibetan ones. A voice tells me that it is All Saints. In the back wall of the cave, which itself has a golden glow, is an opening, the monk, who I learn is Saint Stephen, beckons me to follow him through that hole in the wall and we pass through it and journey just a little way into a beautiful wild valley. Protected inside a ring of mountains the land is green, lush and flourishing.

A small bird flies right up to me, totally unafraid, I realise that nothing here is frightened of mankind, I am in the hidden land of Shangri La, paradise on Earth. We go back into the cave and Stephen tells me the password to the Well of the Saints and the symbol of the Well. I am welcome to come as often and whenever I like. I am made aware that I should attend regularly to help heal my arthritic hands. I can indeed come and go as I please. I wake.

Later that day my husband and I go to the movies to see the film Insurgent 2, also known as Allegiant. Towards the end of the film one of the characters states that Divergents aren’t the problem ( in the world ) they are the answer. As an urban shaman I identify strongly with this sentiment and with divergents that come my way. However, I digress.

When we leave the movie it is quite dark outside, even so I notice a small object on the ground, it has rolled into a crack where two segments of paving meet. My intuition pulls at me and I stoop and pick it up. In the middle of a regional city in Australia, far from the mystic land of the Himalayas I find myself holding a small brass Tibetan bell. Goosebumps galore!

In the weeks that follow other things happen that resonate with the dream. I rescue a bird that is on the brink of death. I carry it clutched to my heart chakra for over an hour, talking to the bird, soothing it until suddenly it shakes off the shock that has kept it moribund. Rapidly I become aware that the feathered one is ready to return to its wild winged life. When I set it free the small body doesn’t quite gain enough height and lands on the ground. I cross the road and pick it up and realise it no longer has any fear of me whatsoever, just like the bird in the dream. I place it up high and it makes its way to a shrub and slips under the leaves into cover. When I peak in the little one is preening happily and I know all is well. Perhaps kindness leads us to that magic garden of peace and tranquility.

About two weeks later I wake in the middle of the night and can’t return to my slumber. I decide to astrally travel to a friend’s side in hospital where she is very ill with cancer. Then, with her guide’s permission, I take her to the Sacred Well of the Saints in the Himalayas and I drop her into the golden water. I am half awake half asleep as this takes place, drifting in that numinous land between the realms, the place of harmony and peace where miracles happen and the cosmos whispers magic that stirs the soul. When I wake I feel very guilty that I didn’t take my husband on this astral adventure. He had an upcoming appointment for a medical check following cancer treatment and was quite concerned about his health at the time. I decide not to mention my night time healing activities.

My husband was the talkative one however. Not normally a great dream recaller, he tells me of a strange and wonderful dream he had experienced during the night. He was in an immense golden healing cave in the Himalayas! Many healers and patients were there, he could smell incense and was given a healing by a woman, she massaged him and he was washed and then taken to a hole in the back wall of the cavern. Outside a levitation class was being held.

I can only think I picked him up and took him along on a healing journey or he sensed me leaving and hitched a lift.

Taken as a dream and post dream event all rolled into one this proved to be a life altering experience casting new perspectives on beliefs held around dreams and reality and the connections of consciousness that exist between minds and beyond the body. It makes mist of the boundaries between the dream, the spiritual and the physical realms. The veils between realms are fabricated by our beliefs pertaining to them. In fact each reality can reach out and lovingly touch the other in magnificent moments of co creating and healing.

A little brass bell sits beside my dream journal to signal confidently that magic and miracles truly happen when we place belief to one side and invite love and truth to shine a new reality.

Part Two

On the 1st of October 2020 I submitted a request to White Crow Books that they read and accept my recent manuscript. A chapter in that book is Part One of The Sacred Well Of All Saints and my meeting with St Stephen. When I was on the White Crow website I noticed that they were the publishers of Reverend Michael Cocks’ book Afterlife Teaching from Stephen the Martyr. I purchased this book on Amazon Kindle in March 2019. It was bought simply because I was astounded that ‘my’ Saint Stephen had indeed been very active previously. Michael had been part of a group that met for 8 years to talk with Stephen via a medium. Although I bought it with every intention of reading it for some reason I only read 10% according to my kindle and then I must have been distracted by other things.

When I saw that White Crow was the publisher of the book about St Stephen already I thought it was a marvellous coincidence. The following week, on October the 6th I facilitated my biweekly dream circle zoom group. Truly I don’t recall how it came about but one of the circle members mentioned that she knew Michael Cocks the author of Afterlife Teaching from Stephen the Martyr. He had been her Minister in Gothenburg, Sweden. I replied that this was very significant for me but didn’t explain why. Not long after this comment I noticed that someone had arrived in the zoom waiting room half an hour into the meeting. The name of this person was Michael Cocks. My face must have been quite a study when I saw that name. I asked the group if any of them had invited Michael to our meeting, no one had.

The dream circle is one of quite a few global meetings that are advertised in an emailed weekly newsletter. Michael Cocks had simply decided to have a listen to my group on that particular day at that particular moment. As anyone can imagine the synchronicity was remarkable to all concerned when I informed the group, and Michael, of my own Stephen experiences. I also shared that I meet with St Caspar too and have met others at the Sacred Well. I made a point of emailing Part One of my tale to all the group participants within minutes of the meeting ending so there could be no question of my having ‘ made the whole thing up.’ Needless to say I found it a very affirming event, the manuscript in question being greatly concerned with the wisdom garnered from such guides as Stephen.

I took the opportunity of letting White Crow Books know of this amazing synchronicity also but they were apparently unimpressed as I have never heard back from them. Seems a shame really as I think Stephen would have approved of their involvement.

Very positive responses to the Sacred Well story were received and I felt in some way that paths were opening up. Later in the day I heard a voice say, ‘The Wheel Of Fortune.” I thought only of the game show and couldn’t see any relevance but when I did a search for it what came up was a Tarot Card, The Wheel of Fortune. This card apparently signifies; destiny, good luck, power, wisdom abundance and elevation. Also it is the card signifying the ending of a cycle and the beginning of a new one. Tarot has never interested me much and I had no idea that such a card existed.

Epilogue

As a sequel to all this marvellousness I had a hypnopompic vision one morning. Stephen, Caspar and I were standing beside the Well each with a cup filled with golden Well water. We touched our cups together and I heard someone say, ‘an alliance’. My life is amazing and I am so very blessed. Even more was to follow in February 2022 after publishing Book Two of the Waking Wisdom trilogy, We Are One.

In this book was Part One of The Sacred Well of All Saints. I decided that I should post Part Two in this blog. As the account was already written all I needed to do was find an appropriate photograph to accompany the account. I opened photos on my computer, the recent photos come up as tiny thumbnails at the base of the page. I knew I had nothing in the last week or two so tapped about in the middle of the row and instantly a photo popped up on my screen from May 2011. Only photographs from the last month were available. I have absolutely no idea as to how this could happen, it has never happened previously.

It was the photo attached to this blog, it is of San Felipe de Neri Church in Albuquerque. I had been in New Mexico in 2011 for a shamanic event. It took me some time to identify the church, and, as I am sure can be appreciated, I was rather hoping it would be of a church dedicated to Saint Stephen. However it is dedicated to Saint Philip Neri, the patron Saint of laughter and joy. In my daily prayers I send love, light and laughter to all aspects of us lost in the belief of separation, and, in loving oneness, I greet the joy of All being. It is so exciting to have another Saint introduce himself to me in such a tech savvy manner. I never cease to marvel at the adroitness of life when not in this matter form. What wonders lie ahead?

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Double the Wisdom

Drifting upwards from sleep I hear the words:

Open your heart
to the world
that it may grow
strong and bright.

I repeat it several times to myself, knowing that, like dreams, these little gems can dissolve into nothingness when I reach waking consciousness. I always feel I am wide awake when such things happen but have learnt that I am still in an altered brain state, lucid dreaming or something similar. If I don’t surface and write it down, or simply keep repeating it, it is lost into the night realms of superconsciousness from which it surfaced briefly.

It seems a simple sentence at first glance. Yet, once again I am struck by the clever craft of wisdom taught by ambiguity. When I open my heart to the world my heart grows strong and bright. Or is it the world that grows strong and bright when I open my heart?

Invariably we read such statements and assume we know what it refers to, without, in most cases, even considering the second option. Yet there is such a depth of possibility lying in wait if attention is paid to the ambiguity. Wisdom workers keep eyes open for such spiritual statements as this.

Laid before us is the power of both perspectives, the heart and the world growing brighter and stronger. Double the wisdom.

It makes me pause and consider are my heart and the world both dependant upon the other? Or is my perception of reality expanded by understanding that my heart and the entire world are but two expressions of the one life force? Do I dare conclude that there is no separation between my heart and the world? If I act with love, an open heart, can the world feel it and grow stronger and brighter, feeding that beauty back into my heart? Do they pulse together as the one thing being alive and joyous?

Such a lot to think about from so tiny and simple a sentence, caught like a jewel reflecting the morning light.

Copyright Kim Parker 2022.

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The Treats of Telepathy, a Fabulous Tool.

Telepathy: The term was first coined in 1882 by the classical scholar Frederic W. H. Myers, a founder of the Society for Psychical Research (SPR), and has remained more popular than the earlier expression thought-transference. (Source: Wikipedia)

Sigmund Freud apparently said towards the end of his life that if he had his time over again he might have been inclined to study thought transference.

Although small, the following incidents are still amazing to the inquisitive mind.

I frequently find myself in the position of cooking three separate meals for our little household, it is annoying. Hence I spend quite a bit of time trying to come up with a meal that both the other house occupants will eat happily just to save me from this annoyance. It was very gratifying when recently they agreed, admittedly not enthusiastically, to eat chicken kiev for their evening meal. This came with the understanding that the last chicken kiev purchases had not been up to scratch. It was quite frustrating that I couldn’t recall where the less than pleasing kievs had been bought, or at least what stores I hadn’t purchased kievs from yet.

Off I trotted to town, stopping at the petrol station to fill up the car on the way to the supermarket. At this petrol station they always have chocolates and sweets at low prices at the checkout and invariably try to tempt you into purchasing a little sweet treat. This time was no different and I declined, adding that I had been indulging my chocolate love a little too frequently of late. The very pleasant man serving me smiled and rubbed his stomach saying his big weakness was chicken kiev. He added that after sampling many, from sources various, he had decided that the best ones were in the freezer of a particular supermarket close by.

Coincidence I hear you shriek, but seriously, when have you ever been told, unasked, by the station attendant that he loves chicken kiev and where to buy the best ones? Even if such a conversation has come your way unsolicited were you, like me, literally thinking about where you should go to buy chicken kiev? Imagine how easy life could be if this happened on a regular basis. Random strangers answering the questions that are uppermost in your mind, except it tends to imply that we aren’t as isolated from each other as we presume we are. Then your brain can’t help but take a furtive look in the direction of telepathy, what is it? How can information travel from one mind to another? What is the means of conveyance and precisely what is being sent? Do our thoughts reach out to other minds on a regular basis, what is a thought made up of? Boggle point for many I suspect but so intriguing. It could be a matter of concern though, what thoughts are travelling into the minds of others, all of them? Why goodness it makes you much more aware of what you are thinking doesn’t it? There are thoughts that occur in my mind that I would prefer didn’t go wafting off into the minds of those around me. Whilst this thought transference can obviously be remarkably helpful it does seem that it might pay to become very observant of just what one is thinking. Spiritual teachers aplenty have advised such observance.

The second coincidence ( I don’t believe in them actually) was again small but very helpful. A friend has lent our family her childhood rocking horse. In return for renovating it we can have it for our grandson to enjoy. It was in a very well loved condition and my husband, Rod, had spent quite some time breathing fresh life into its worn form. It was my job to paint the eyes on and also the horseshoes. Although it looked alright I couldn’t help wondering if fake eyelashes would improve and soften its expression. It was a fleeting thought.

The next day, the day after the chicken kiev incident, I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up prescription medication. It was very busy and I had to wait. I ambled over to the special bins, usually full of makeup and vitamins. Not so very different this time except right on top was the only available set of fake eyelashes, at a very reduced price too. I blinked, once or twice, then grabbed my little gem of a find. It must be said that they really look good on the rocking horse, enhancing its character. Interestingly, I would not have bothered actually going looking for them to buy for the horse but when they appeared right under my nose I knew it was a gift and meant to be.

This type of thing has happened throughout my life as I suspect it has for many people. Over time it tends to lend credence to the concept that life is fashioned with an incredible attention to detail and desire. I love to marvel at these seemingly small things because what is fundamental to their occurrence is not small at all. Rather it seems that awareness is huge and we exchange our thoughts with each other and with the universe itself with great regularity. These little coincidences are the fruit of a huge tree, the tree of life itself, we don’t see the tree because its very vastness is beyond our earthly understanding while we remain a materialistic society. I find that by honouring the small miracles I am telling the cosmos that I see it, in all its glory, and that I know I am loved. This honouring paves the way for more miracles.

Copyright Kim Parker 2021.

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Caspar’s Gift of a Kitten

Waking in the night I decide to use my techniques for shamanic travel. I begin the ritual and find myself visiting my dear friend Caspar as intended. In the dream realm, or the astral if you prefer, we meet at the Crow’s Nest in the Himalayas. He has his back to me when I arrive and when he turns around he has a kitten in his arms that he hands to me. It is a gift for me and Caspar tells me that the male kitten is named is Nico. My lucidity intensifies and I know, and make a point of remembering, that I must research the name when I wake and return to this experience of life in matter form. Then I decide to sleep on the dreamers bed there and I lie down and drift off to sleep within the dream visit watching all the stars whirling around through the glass roof above the bed at the Crow’s Nest.

The next day I searched out the meaning of the name Nico. It is from Greek, a shortening of Nikolaos. It means victory people, often put as victory ‘of the’ people. One reference states that those with this nickname are full of charm, energy and effortless cool. I have always had a soft spot for a cool cat.

After giving this some thought I realised that in all likelihood Caspar was gifting me a kitten for finally publishing my first book in a trilogy and having got the second book ready to send to the editor within a month of that first publication. It was a personal victory for me against the doubts and distractions many of us face when we are creating anything that we intend to offer up to the world.

I told both my husband, Rod and youngest daughter, Miki, of this dream. The following day my eldest daughter, Anna, phoned me to ask what to get her Dad for Fathers Day. I replied that since my own father has been gone many years I had not given the subject any thought at all but that I would consider the matter and let her know if I came up with something. Anna decided to visit us a bit later on the same day.

When Rod came out of his study to greet her, Anna asked him if he would like a kitten for Fathers Day. It was an amazing question as we all know his normal response to such a question would be that he would prefer some ground glass to rub in his eye than to receive a cat. To be fair he has loved those cats we have had but really dislikes the damage that cats can do to the local birds, frogs and lizards. However, to my surprise he quietly said, ‘yes.’ Then he stood there looking from one to the other of us suspiciously. It became obvious he thought Anna knew about the dream and we were ganging up on him on the matter of cat acquisition. He took some convincing that Anna knew nothing at all about the dream. Anna was very surprised when we shared the dream with her, she grinned and noted how strange it all was, adding ‘Mum does really have superpowers.’

It was quite some time later that Rod confessed that just prior to coming out of his study to greet Anna, he had been listening to a song that had popped up randomly on Spotify. The song was The Fairest of Seasons, sung by Nico.

Yet one more tiny transformational tale from my life has appeared to offer up the magic of the night meeting and mixing with the magic of the day. To tease us with the possibilities of a fully conscious and interactive source of being that not only contains us but is contained by us.

Now we just have to await the arrival of Nico the kitten.

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