Journey of a Lifetime
By C. Norman Shealy
Fifty years ago, I. started doing electro-acupuncture, apparently sparked by a past life memory. I have spent this lifetime working with alternative health care, medicine, and therapies, energy medicine, and spiritual healing. I believe that "self-health" is the foundation for all of life and have worked to provide tools for assisting individuals in their individual approach to health.
Now, for the first time in this life, I am excited to share some of these insights on healing with those who wish to join Lucia Thornton and me on a People-to-People trip to China. Of a few thousand trips in this life, this should be the most exciting—an opportunity to explore many of the ancient Chinese healing techniques, as well as modern evolutions in China and to explore some of the beauty of China. I have turned down a dozen previous invitations to visit China. Having the expertise of People to People for political support and the fun of sharing with Lucia and like-minded friends makes this trip a must for me! The added arrangements by People to People makes the political journey much more secure!
Our unique background, Lucia as a past president of the American Holistic Nurses Association and me as past president of the American Holistic Medical Association, provides us a truly unique opportunity to visit and learn.
Golden Horse Memorial Archway
We will visit Beijing, Xian, and Kunming, and we'll enjoy insider views of healing traditions and experience the culture in ways that most travelers never get to do—from exploring small, local neighborhoods to observing professional counterparts in their element. You can even extend your trip to Hangzhou and add more exciting opportunities.
The People-to-People Ambassador Program was started by President Dwight D. Eisenhower in 1956, to promote peace and understanding among nations. Since that time, over 500,000 delegates have participated in cultural and professional exchange programs across all seven continents. Your participation in this program offers you the opportunity to be an ambassador promoting peace and understanding. As President Eisenhower said, "I have long believed, as have many before me, that peaceful relations between nations requires understanding and mutual respect between individuals."
Join us for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to learn, grow, and gain an appreciation and understanding of the people, culture, and healing traditions of China. For more information go to: www.PeopletoPeople.com/ThorntonShealy or call Annette at 877-787-2000.
C. Norman Shealy, MD, PhD, is a neurosurgeon, psychologist, and cofounder of the American Holistic Medical Association (AHMA), and is current president of Holos Institute for Health. An international speaker and researcher, he holds 10 patents for innovative discoveries and introduced the concepts of Dorsal Column Stimulation and Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation (TENS), both now used worldwide. He has published over 300 articles and is the author of 25 books, including his most recent from A.R.E. Press, Energy Medicine: Practical Application and Scientific Proof and Medical Intuition: Your Awakening to Wholeness. He is a featured presenter at The Healer Within: Edgar Cayce's Legacy of Body, Mind, and Spirit Healing Conference, which also features Dr. Gladys McGarey, to be held in Virginia Beach, Va., June 1-3, 2012.
Meditation and Dreams in Ancient Egypt
By Don Carroll
When A.R.E. calls their tour to Egypt "Awakening the Initiate Within," that's putting it mildly. I just returned from their 2012 Egypt tour led by John Van Auken and Peter Woodbury with just such an experience. Their knowledge and access to these amazing spiritual and metaphysical sites will stir the seeker in all of us. With the guidance of John, Peter, the Guardian Travel group, and the sharing of everyone on the trip, we all became teachers and students for each other. From meditations in the Great Pyramid and Abydos to guided regressions on the Nile, a tapestry of Egypt long forgotten was woven together.
This loom of people, places, and purposes culminated for me (if such experiences truly ever culminate), as we sailed up the Nile. The weaving of my personal meditations and the group meditations came together during a guided reverie and regression. I saw in my mind's eye the Great Pyramid in its completed form and majesty.
Let me start with the journey there first. I would say it started with our opportunity to lie in the coffer located in the King's Chamber of the Great Pyramid, after our group meditation there. It was only a brief time, but as I lay there I felt the urge to sound the Aum (or Om) chant. As I did this, I reached a note and it seemed like the entire inside of the coffer was vibrating to it. Then my body was vibrating with it, and as I held the note I felt as if I was the Aum vibration myself. As I expanded into this experience, part of me thought of the other people present. I stopped the chant and wondered how long this had gone on while others were waiting. Apparently not long, and I asked, somewhat disoriented, if anyone had felt it. Some, who had their hands on the coffer said they had felt it vibrating and one person who had leaned over to look in said she felt as if a sonic wave had gone through her
This experience stayed quietly with me as we continued through the sites and mysteries of Egypt. It was like a whispering shuttle weaving its thread back and forth in my mind, little by little showing me the pattern, drawing its color and design from the ancient sites we traveled through. When we visited Abydos, the spiritual Mecca of ancient Egypt, the picture being formed began to become clearer. We had the opportunity for a group meditation in a temple chapel in Abydos, during this I had my first impression of a finished Great Pyramid, gleaming white from the Tura limestone and a tip sparkling with the golden white capstone of electrum (a mix of gold and silver), like a star that had come to Earth. There appeared to be a staircase on the north side with two people at the base. As we left the Great Pyramid my mind began to weave into a pattern the experience I just had, much like the whispers of the threading shuttles on a loom bring that forth the design of a tapestry, thread upon thread, and line upon line."
Near the end of the trip, cruising on the Nile, we were guided in a regression and reverie. It was during this time that I received a more complete vision. Again, I saw the Great Pyramid brilliant in the sunlight. I saw the north side of the pyramid where the original entrance is located. There was the staircase made of the same polished limestone. The staircase started wide at the base and narrowed down as it reached the capstone. The staircase went on both sides of the entranceway, a stone door hinged to swing inward, which was also covered with stairs to blend in with the staircase when closed. Looking at it from the north side, I was given an impression of a narrow triangle inside another triangle. This is similar to the hieroglyph of conical offertory bread and is translated as "to give."
Bread-cone (hieroglyph) wikipedia
This made sense to me in many ways as I was seeing the Great Pyramid as a place of initiation—a place to offer oneself, to give oneself, to the Creative Forces and for the Creative Forces to give in return a mutual embrace of Grace.. This offertory bread symbol pointed to such a communion. Further, it struck me that a staircase would be needed to reach the original entrance.
As the vision continued, I saw the initiation ritual consisted of seven people—two initiates, four priests, and one high priest. Each of the two initiates would be escorted and guided by two priests, one initiate to the king's chamber and one to the queen's chamber. Once the initiates were prepared, the four priests would exit the pyramid and close the entrance. Then the high priest would continue up the staircase to the capstone. Once there, the high priest would strike the capstone, sending the resonating sound spiraling down through the Great Pyramid and back up, again and again echoing back and forth from the strike. The initiation was now in progress.
Dream Stelae (Click to enlarge)
As I continued to mull this over and again looked through my pictures taken in Egypt, my attention was caught by the dream stelae in front of the sphinx. A little epihany seem to come to me as I stared at it again. The two human figures in it and the pyramidal "kilts" they were wearing jumped out at me. Their kilts were not only made to mirror a pyramid, they had a staircase in the middle of them with two Cobra serpent heads at the base! Had this stelae captured the image of the Great Pyramid in its finished form as I had envisioned? A staircase down the north side, wide at the base and narrowing to the top. It resonated with me as a stylizied depiction of it, and it brought back memories of another pyramid. The Kukulcan pyramid at Chitzen Itza of the Mayans.
Serpent head at the base of Kukulcan Pyramid
The Kukulcan Pyramid has a famous north staircase that has two serpent heads at its base, which create an undulating serpent descending down the pyramid caused by lights and shadows that occur only on the two equinoxes during the year. The Edgar Cayce readings state that civilizations worldwide visited and were visited by the ancient Egyptian civilization. The readings further state that the Atlanteans had emigrated both to the Yucatan and Egypt.
Is this further evidence of such sharing? Did the Great Pyramid have on its north side a similar serpernt staircase, only of Cobras? This would fit well with a wide staircase narrowing down as I have described. Then the wide section by the heads would represent the hood of the cobra, and the ancient Egyptians were known to depict cobras with more than one head. It is not widely known, but the Kukulcan pyramid has an entrance on the north side to its interior where there are two chambers above ground, showing more similarities to the Great Pyramid. Has the dream stelae left us clues to this? Definte food for thought.
I cannot prove that this vision is historically accurate. The limestone finishing blocks and any steps are lost, many to the construction of old Cairo.Yet it makes sense to have had a staircase to the original entrance, and even up to the capstone. There is also an elegant feeling that the north side of the pyramid would also symbolize the same meaning as the offertory hieroglyph. Even the Pharaoh's name given to the Great Pyramid gives us a clue. It was Khnum-Khufu, meaning "the god khnum protects me." Khnum, the ram god, was their god of Creative Forces. Kukulcan was the Mayan Vision Serpent and the messenger between their kings and gods, their symbol of communion and communication with the Divine, along the lines as I have described the purpose of the Great Pyramid.
All I can ask is that you go inside that still, quiet place in yourself and feel if this resonates for you, as I felt the resonance in the King's chamber coffer. Ultimately, each of our own initiations will always be within.
Don Carroll had a career of over thirty years in the Fire/Rescue service. After receiving his degree in Fire Science, he worked as a district chief for a battalion, an operations company officer, an emergency medical technician, a paramedic, and a teacher at the regional fire academy. While raising a family, he pursued the greater meaning of life, reading materials on Edgar Cayce and attending A.R.E. conferences, seminars, tours, and retreats. He is the author of the article The Cayce Cubit and the Kundalini in the Oct.-Dec. issue of Venture Inward Magazine, available in the online member-only section.
Mayan Calendar Discovery
By John Van Auken
Archaeologists have found the underground chamber of an official Mayan calendar chronicler! And what his inscriptions reveal is that there is another Age following the present "Age of Movement" that ends on this coming Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012. The world does not end—Hooray! In fact, it goes on and on and on. William Saturno of Boston University, the archaeologist who manages the new discovery, published an article in the journal Science, and writes: "The Maya calendar is going to keep going and keep going for billions, trillions, octillions of years into the future, a huge number that we can't even wrap our heads around."
Tyrone Turner, National Geographic
Archaeologist William Saturno of Boston University excavates a house in the ruins of the Maya city of Xultun.
What Saturno found turned out to be a well-preserved mural that includes the oldest known Mayan calendar ever found. And just like the Maya Long Count calendar, which serves as the basis for the apocalypse myth, this calendar extends indefinitely into the future.
The Mayan calendar is 20 katun cycles containing 144,000 days, equal to 394.26 tropical years, and a whole cycle is 5,128 years. The current cycle we've been living in began on August 11 or 13, 3114 BC, and ends this year on December 21 or 23. The current 13th baktun will end, or be completed, on the Mayan date of 18.104.22.168.0 (which is equivalent to December 21, 2012 using the GMT correlation).
This new discovery provides us with clear evidence that the end of this 5,128 cycle marks the beginning of a new cycle! According to Mayan legend, the current world—the one in which we are all currently living—is an era of major change, the so-called Age of Movement.
Curiously, the newly discovered Mayan calendar in the chronicler's chamber has cycles of time recording 17 baktuns, rather than the standard 13.
The new finding shows that the calculations include a time span longer than 6,000 years that could extend well beyond 2012. Anthony Aveni of Colgate University in Hamilton, N.Y., an expert on Mayan astronomy asks, "Why would they go into those numbers if the world is going to come to an end this year? You could say a number that big at least suggests that time marches on."
Leaders among the Maya were keenly interested in astronomy and sought to coordinate sacred rituals with events in the heavens above. A chronicler of the heaven movements and time cycles would have been an honored member of the Maya court.
The wall in the chronicler's chamber was used in the same way a modern mathematician might use a whiteboard. The chronicler wrote his frequently consulted formulas on the wall of his chamber instead of having to look them up in a book. And— because these calendar details were inscribed on a wall—he preserved them better than any book would have. In fact, no books remain from the period when the chronicler wrote on his wall—researchers believe this wall dates to 800 AD.
In addition to the time data, there are pictures on the other walls in the chronicler's chamber, including an image of a king in a feather headdress, seated on a throne, with a white-garbed person peeking out from behind him (possibly a self-portrait of our chronicler). A painting of a scribe holding a stylus was on another wall.
According to the archaeologists, these paintings were the first Maya art to be found on the walls of a person's house.!
The chamber is a little larger than 6-feet square and is part of a larger complex in Mayan ruins of the rain forest at Xultun in northeastern Guatemala. Xultun is a large Early Classic Maya site. It is 24 miles northeast of the more famous Mayan site of Tikal. The site contains a pyramid that is 114 feet high, 2 ball courts, 24 stelae, and 5 reservoirs (aguadas).
image courtesy http://people.tribe.net
Anthony Aveni said the astronomical data on the wall would allow a chronicler to predict the appearance of a full moon years in advance and could be used to advise the king on when to go to war or how good this year's crops would be. "What you have here is astronomy driven by religion," Aveni said.
On an adjacent wall are numbers indicating four time spans from roughly 935 to 6,700 years. It's not clear what they represent, but maybe the chronicler was doing calculations that combined observations from important astronomical events like the movements of Mars, Venus, and the moon, the researchers said. Why bother to do that? Aveni suggest that perhaps the chronicler and his colleagues were "geeks ... who just got carried away with doing these kinds of computations and calculations, and probably did them far beyond the needs of ordinary society."
Simon Martin, co-curator of an exhibit about the Mayan calendar at the University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology is very excited by this find: "It's really a wonderful surprise. We've never really been able to identify a working space, or how they actually went about things." The new work gives insight into how the Maya worked on their calculations, he said, and the fact that the room had a stone roof rather than thatching supports previous indications that the chronicler enjoyed a high social standing.
An undergraduate student working with Saturno's team in 2010 first glimpsed the chronicler's chamber. After first dismissing the value of a little piece of paint on a stone wall spotted by his student, Saturno later went back to the spot and dug deeper, finding the amazing timekeeper's chamber. To Saturno's amazement, the wall writings were of immeasurable value to the growing knowledge of the Maya and their fascination with the stars, planets, and the passage of time.
John Carlson, director of the Center for Archaeoastronomy in College Park, Md., said, "It's a very important discovery. We're only getting a glimpse of the story" in the published paper. Complete details and photos of the discovery will be published in the June issue of National Geographic, which funded some of this research.
John Van Auken, a director at the Association for Research and Enlightenment, is an acknowledged expert on the Cayce readings, the Bible, ancient prophecies, world religions, meditation, and ancient Egypt. John conducts seminars in the U.S. and abroad, and is a tour guide to the many sacred sites around the world with A.R.E. Travel. He is the author of numerous books, including Edgar Cayce and the Kabbalah, Ancient Egyptian Mysticism and From Karma to Grace. He will be presenting at several upcoming Virginia Beach Conferences including the Annual Ancient Mysteries Conference: Ancient Mysteries Conference—Digging for the Truth with Dr. Zahi Hawass from October 4-7, 2012.
Learning to Bloom
By Kim O'Neill
It took a natural disaster for me to finally understand the concept of being able to "bloom where I was planted" and value each moment of my life.
We live 80 miles inland from the Gulf of Mexico. In September, 2008, Hurricane Ike was barreling toward the coast, and my angels told me that if we rode out the storm none of us would be injured.
The night of the storm, our family of four hunkered down in the den in our sleeping bags. Anticipating that the situation might get scary, I tried to make a game out of it by suggesting to my 7-year-old daughter, Megan, and 8-year-old son, Flynn, that we were camping, like the Swiss Family Robinson. I was determined to remain positive and unafraid to help my children cope with whatever was going to come.
Before long, the winds picked up and heavy rains began to fall. With a loud unnerving roar, the neighborhood transformer shut down, and we lost our power. We huddled together in the darkness as the rains turned into thunderous bursts and the winds became tornadic.
At the height of the storm, the rain and wind were explosive. I heard an alarming creaky-door-sound, and then…CRACK! BOOM! A huge pine tree had fallen through the roof of our house! My husband and I scrambled to the second floor where water was pouring out of the light fixtures and air conditioning vents. Climbing into the pitch black attic, we were pelted by the driving rains, and I assisted while Britt created funnels from plastic lawn bags, and nailed them over the seven gaping holes in the roof to guide the heavy rainwater into pots, pans, and other containers. After that was done, I ran back downstairs to the children. My mind was racing! Despite what my angels had told me earlier about our safety, and my determination to remain positive and unafraid, I had become unhinged. The reality of our situation was that although the house could provide shelter from the rain, it was no match for the many pine trees surrounding our home. If any one of those huge trees fell upon the roof directly above us, it could easily slam through the ceiling—and kill us! We didn't have a basement or any inner rooms, except for a tiny pantry. There was nowhere to take the children that offered protection from the trees, and it was a terrible, helpless feeling.
Megan—inexplicably—had fallen fast asleep in spite of the storm, but Flynn was wide awake and cowering in fear. I guessed that he was sensing my feelings, which he often does. I looked into his big brown eyes and knew what I had to do…I lied. Holding him close, I promised that I would never allow anything to hurt him or Megan. I felt horribly guilty making that promise, knowing that I had absolutely no control over what would happen next. With each powerful gust of wind, the trees creaked, snapped, and fell. I held Flynn in my arms as the storm continued to rage all night long.
Although we sustained substantial damage to the house, we remained safe and uninjured, and the storm finally passed. The next morning, the yard looked like a war zone. Downed trees and limbs were everywhere. The kids began to cry when they saw their swing set lying in pieces amid the other debris. There was no electricity or water, and temperatures were expected to climb into the 90s—with equal levels of humidity.
We drank bottled water, and flushed toilets with the buckets of water that I had collected before the storm. My husband, a hurricane veteran from his years in Louisiana, was stoic and seemingly unfazed. I, however, had been utterly traumatized. My babies could have been killed!
All we had was intermittent cell phone service, and we felt almost completely cut off from the outside world. We decided to carefully explore the area. In our minivan we inched our way around downed trees; dangling power lines; roofing, fence, and signage debris; and the toppled telephone poles that littered the streets. Gas stations, convenience stores, banks, grocery stores, restaurants, and schools were all closed, and eerily dark and empty. It was a very sobering sight.
We did not own a generator, so we were forced to throw away all of the perishables in the refrigerator and freezer. We ate crackers, apples, and peanut butter at every meal, happy to have them. By candlelight, we took sponge baths with buckets of cold water. Soaked drywall littered the downstairs and the foul odor of mold and mildew began to permeate the house.
A week after the storm, we still had no power, landline telephone service, or water. Although it was nearly 11 p.m., Flynn asked if we could have a family game night. We couldn't really sleep because of the oppressive heat and humidity, so I reluctantly agreed. Feeling traumatized and very depressed, I wasn't in the mood to play bingo. The kids eagerly assembled the lantern and the game pieces on the kitchen table, and the four of us took our seats in the heat and the semidarkness.
"Aaaah, this is the life!" said Flynn, with a smile.
"What do you mean?" I asked, unable to comprehend what he meant.
"I'm having a great time!" he announced.
"Me, too!" said Megan with a grin.
"But...how?" I asked. "After the ordeal we've just been through?"
"Mom—that was days ago!" replied Megan. "Except for our swing set, we're okay! And we don't have to go to school!"
I stared back at her dumbly.
"Look at all of the family time that we have now!" Flynn pointed out. "Playing bingo by camp light, sleeping on the floor in our sleeping bags, doing man's work cleaning up the yard, cold baths like an army guy, and peanut butter and crackers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! This is the best time I've ever had!"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Megan. "Mommy—you have to turn your brain off! You're being negative! It's an adventure, like the Swiss Family Robinson...remember? We're having fun! Why aren't you?"
I realized that the universe had provided just the practice I needed to really learn how to "bloom" regardless of what was going on around me. And my children were wise enough to see what I couldn't. Suddenly, I understood what "blooming" really meant. Instead of choosing to focus on all of the negative things that had just happened—which I had no power to change—I could choose to shift my focus to all of the things that I had to be grateful for.
Kim O'Neill has conducted psychic readings for over 25 years for international clientele and is the author of four books, including The Calling: My Journey with the Angels. Kim hosts online teleseminars and in-person national motivational workshops, writes "Ask Kim," a monthly advice column for the Indigo Sun Magazine, produces a YouTube "webisode" called Connecting You With Spirit, and has appeared on radio and television talk shows, providing audience members with channeled information covering a wide range of topics. She lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and their two children. Learn more about Kim at her website www.kimoneillpsychic.com.