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Jenny has decided to share her knowledge about energy and how she harnesses it.

This is not Reiki, but everything comes from the same source. But if you haven’t quite grasped the concept of energy, or you’d like to expand on your already vast depth of wisdom on the subject, and see how she does it, this class is for you!

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I “channeled” this last night when I saw one single firefly. I feel it’s for all my introverted friends out there (like me), or for those suffering from anxiety, or any other issue. (Men, you can replace the pretty with handsome if you like lol)! I hope it lifts you and gives you hope or understanding that we are all alike in many, many ways. And there should be no pressure placed upon you in terms of being your full potential. You ARE light whether you see it or not- and your time to shine is not an added responsibility but a divine calculation between the Universe and you.

Pretty Firefly

Where did you go, pretty firefly?

Others can still see light under frayed wings, but you cannot. You refuse to look behind you to acknowledge a thing. All you want is quiet and peace but inside creates so much noise.

You’re supported by the breath of the earth yet you remain on the ground looking for bugs just like you, but you’ve yet to find them. They’re all in the trees and you can’t reach as high. Rather, you’re scared to.

“What if I die? What if I am harmed? What if the insects devour me? What if I’m alone? Why am I alone already?” This is the song of her. And it hurts to sing it. “Why won’t nature finally treat me right?”

And she is and that scares her too. “How dare you look at me while in frazzled shell. Come back, come back when I can prepare for your arrival.” But she won’t answer even the wind should it come knocking.

Complex, pretty firefly, you don’t even understand yourself. You understand everyone except you. How nice to be so sweet, how sweet to be so nice,- to everyone but you. Their weight keeps you down too but you like it that way. Most of the time.

Your prayers ask for you but your actions are for them and you like it that way too. Most of the time. Oh but she looks for the day someone says how are you and means it. On that day though she will always be fine and not in need of anything. It’s the question that makes her feel whole.

“Yes I am okay,” says pretty firefly. “What ever would you need to wonder why? I can move and flutter and lighten the air as I please. I just don’t – please. Not now. Not yet. But one day. And it will be divine.”

“When I push off the pebbles that I placed on me. When I move the focus of the forest and see it as a path. Not an obstacle. When I let moonlight bathe me and let it really see me. When I’m done sitting in a leaf of being afraid. When I’m ready to be pretty firefly again.”

© 2021 Jenny “Satori” Davis

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Only by discovering alchemy have I clearly understood that the Unconscious is a process and that ego’s rapport with the Unconscious and its contents initiate an evolution, more precisely, a real metamorphosis of the psyche. -Carl Jung

So you want to get rid of your ego…
Have you been told countless times that your ego is bad? Or, perhaps you’ve read that the ego is evil- and as long as you have one you won’t achieve enlightenment?

What does your ego say? What does your soul say? Are they the same? And, if different, how?

Well, gee, we’ve picked a heck of a topic today, haven’t we?

The key focus here is going to be about what YOU think. But I would like to present to you a few ideas.

In Buddhism, a lot of its beliefs are about ego. Buddha roughly teaches us that our ego should be shed. It’s an obstacle in our lives that will only create despair and dis-ease.

In psychology, the ego is viewed as a necessary set of functions needed to make choices that are required for survival. It has processes which protect the “self” from harm.

In Shamanism, many cultures believe that there is no room for ego in Shamanistic work. As when you become a Shaman, your entire ego: your personality, etc., are to fall by the wayside to make passage for something or someone that is no longer you. There are varying points of view in terms of whether this is just for Journeying and Ceremony, but the consensus is that ego is frowned upon in this belief system, too.

The above are just a handful of what’s out there to be absorbed by our gulping, “Oh my god, I don’t want to lose me” attitudes.

So what’s right? Are we destined to spend our entire lives here fighting with OURSELVES?

In layman terms, the ego is our enemy, it steers us away from our “true selves.” But hang on, isn’t our ego, our personality, our likes and dislikes, part of who we are? I think so, but with a caveat. See, I believe our ego is who we are on THIS plane. And the “Gurus” of the world are asking us to dismantle ourselves to be more “spiritual.” This is seemingly an impossible feat since our brains are wired to do exactly what it’s doing. It is liken to asking a frog not to jump! I would say that, if we aren’t clear about who we are, this is where things get muddy. We won’t be able to make a “leap” from one station to another without SOME sort of “ego.”

Further, I wonder if today’s overall thought on our ego is another form of conformity:
DON’T BE AN INDIVIDUAL, BE EXACTLY LIKE OUR ASCENDED MASTERS.
Do not have any thoughts or feelings of your own, or else you won’t evolve or go on to the next level.
Does this sound familiar?
It should because if you hop over to let’s say, Christianity…
Their beliefs are just a skip from this notion:
FOLLOW THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OR YOU WILL NOT GET INTO HEAVEN.

Can you see the similarities?

This is not a blast at any religion, but I’m sure you get the point.

Now, on the flip side, there is something to be said for getting rid of “limiting beliefs” as described by Dr. Bruce Lipton. His theory is basically that we possess a set of programs in our subconscious that need to be purged in order to become MORE of “ourselves” and reach our full potential- relatively speaking. But what does ‘ourselves’ mean if not the ego? In essence it IS the ego but not the one your garden variety spiritualist purports. Rather, the one where you kind of need “self” to navigate in this world. For instance, I may need a bit of ego to write this blog, or to do my Youtube videos…or, even to do my healing work. Without a sense of self and one’s abilities (whether you believe it’s given by a higher power or not), we do need to have a drive and an acknowledgment that we have something to share in this world. Now, of course it’s one thing to tout how special you are (perhaps the TRUE sense of the word ego, there?) and quite another to have the chutzpah to stand in the “spotlight.”

In a world where we are taught not to take responsibility for ourselves- even claiming that our feelings are not ours- it’s no wonder more and more people are feeling depression and anxiety. The cognitive dissonance alone is enough to send one way down a rabbit hole of “not good enough.”

No matter how you shake it out, the concept of ego is entirely up to you. I invite you to consider your own thoughts and feelings on the subject. And, as always, not what you’ve read or been taught.
Happy pondering!

I plan to update often, so please check back for more videos for healing, thank you!

I had yet to fully bring myself to the surface and allow a great deal of people to really know about me. It had resulted in people- with less than enthusiasm in their hearts for me- to create their own picture of who I am, where I come from and how I just “be.”

I am not anyone famous, I am not posting a tell-all. But I so wanted to use myself as an example of what life is for most of us; whereas the old adage applies, “don’t judge a book by its cover.”

I’ve been judged my entire life and I can guess, so have you. It’s only natural that humans do this. I suppose it’s for good reason at times as we have to discern whether or not we’re in danger, etc. So, with that being said, this isn’t a scathing article about how we should not judge, but rather, a sharing of sorts to perhaps shed some light on one person’s life- in this case, mine- to demonstrate some of the conclusions we draw about others.

I have always talked about how everyone (particularly on social media), puts their best face out there. We represent the best of us out there online, but the truth is, each person has their own issues in this life and portraying as if they don’t, never ever works. People will make up their own mind about you no matter what you present, so you might as well be who you are.

This part is for all you gossip hounds out there, so start reading! (Said in jest…or maybe not?)

My father, after getting divorced from my mother, became homeless. They had a very tumultuous relationship, he loved her and he kind of lost it when she left him. He tried for a while, he really did, but after his early pension ran out, there he was, sleeping in his Caddy. I would knock on his window and he always had a smile. I never thought twice about what my friends thought, I brought them along too and we’d hang out with him and talk with him. For all intents and purposes, he was the “cool dad.” It wasn’t till a few years later, in my teen years, that I realized people were TALKING! “Did you know about Jenny’s dad?” they’d say. “Maybe she’s homeless too.” A fair assumption I suppose. ;)

I wanted to help my dad, get him off the street. I found a job at a local retailer making $4.25 an hour…every penny was to go to my dad so he could save up for a place to live. In the mean time, I would sneak him into my house, let him shower, make him some food and make sure he would be gone before my mother came home. My neighbors would always tell on me though and I would get what my mom called, “a beatin'” for it each time she heard about it. I didn’t mind or care, I was used to it and I loved my father. I loved my mother too and I know I would have done the same for her had the shoe been on the other foot.

I was 14 when I took that job and after my manager realized I had lied on my application stating I was 16, he politely excused me and let me know “I could come back in a few years.” I got a boyfriend around that time who I was head over heels for. He was Puerto Rican and because I liked him so much, I taught myself Spanish so I could understand when his mother told him to not let that “puto gringo” in the house. :D

The boyfriend, we’ll call him Paulie, started telling me he was seeing my father around town, drunk. I didn’t and just couldn’t believe that. He went on to tell me that all the money I have given him over the course of the few months I was working was going towards booze. He proved his point after one night, I gave him some money and we followed him in Paulie’s “cool car!”

Disappointed, but still loving and understanding my dad, I continued to allow him into my mom’s house and later got another job, too.

My mother and I were two very different people and so when given the chance to leave her house, I did. I got married at the age of 14. Indeed, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Paulie was just as abusive, if not more so than my mother…and I found myself back at her house begging to come back. She let me back in and enjoyed the failure. A few months later she was reported to CPS for child abuse…they needed to remove me from the home until the investigation was over. A friend’s mother, who incidentally reported the abuse, said I can move to their house. My father promised to pay the woman for food and my stay there, but God Bless him, it never happened. CPS concluded that “the abuse was unfounded.” (Despite measuring 4 inch gashes on either side of my neck). And the halls in my mom’s house when I returned home echoed “unfounded” for weeks.

I would keep my distance, going out when mom was about to come home and sliding back in when she left for work. It worked well for a time. One day mom’s best friend called while she was at work and I said, “Mom’s not here, she’ll be back at 4:30.” The friend said, “But Jenny I want to talk to you, I have to tell you something.” In a million years I never would have guessed that my mom would take off to Florida- without me.

There I was (like father like daughter) sleeping in my car. This was the most magical and scary time of my life. I kept talking to God and I know he was listening…

I got a job in a local hospital and worked 12 hours shifts. I saved enough money to get an apartment for dad and me. If you ever wanted to know how I’d describe heaven it is liken to the first night I slept in my bed at our new apartment. Cool breeze just behind me, where the window was,… soft, clean blankets…and, silence. “Thank you, God.”

Admittedly, I didn’t know a lick about budgeting and finances, I, of course quit school and must have missed that class. We were nomads for a while, living here and there. At 18 I got my first “corporate” job and started doing well, at least in terms of paying bills on time. Or so I thought. It was 10 days before Christmas and I walked to my door to find an eviction notice taped to my door. It said for “arrears.” What the heck was that? It turned out the money I was leaving for the rent was going to the dad (aka Jack Daniel’s) fund. 3 months behind and counting.

If you wanted to know my description of hell it would have been that day. All my belongings out on the street with cars, lurkers and leering faces.

“In order to be on state assistance you have to sell your car,” the lady said. “You can’t have any assets.” In hindsight I should have just kept the proceeds of the sale and found another apartment. But I did as they told me and handed over the money to them. My father and I were split up. He lived in a room many towns away and I lived in a room with rats and roaches. Not a good look for an 18 year old. :D The landlady swore I must be on drugs and a prostitute- why else would I be here?

Determined to “rise up again” I worked as much as I could and had the new boyfriend pack me up and bring me to a new place. On the way, we picked up my father. He had plastic bags on his feet for socks…he did not stay in that room they gave him, he stayed in the streets. When I saw his feet I wept and was so glad I was able to bring him back with me. There were going to be some ground rules- like not using the rent money for anything other than rent- and we got along just fine.

I had found a job not too far from my home and the hours were perfect! 12pm-8pm…excellent for a person who has ALWAYS hated mornings. I was promoted in 6 months to shift manager for the customer service department. They actually ran a contest for which rep could process the most orders in one week without error and to my surprise, I won! This is how they picked the next manager. Yet some of the “girls” (it was an all girl office), had a keen notion that I slept my way to the top. After all, I had long blond hair, a large bosom..”I think she had plastic surgery” I heard one woman say… I guess I didn’t have much room for an actual brain, right? ;)

Despite the comments, I had it going on for a while. I was the youngest supervisor in my company, I had health benefits, belonged to the union…I even gained a few of the girls’ respect. Yet the work kept piling in. I took over this one’s job- and then that one’s…till, sure- I was the supervisor- but I was doing the job of 4 people. I did the job well and then one day, my office was moved closer to my immediate boss- and I lost it. I did, in front of everyone, a speech about how Lincoln freed the slaves in 1863- and left.

I took a few more office jobs and then, while driving aimlessly as I did to clear my mind, I saw a sign on a local taxi stand that read, “help wanted.”

“Driving! I love driving.” I thought.
So I applied there. Some felt I was there as an undercover cop, there were some customers who felt I wasn’t old enough to drive (I was 24).

The. Best. Job. I ever had.

Freedom of the road, meeting new people everyday…what an experience. I worked nights and actually met my husband there.

I have no regrets on my journey, only wisdom, and a lot more experiences to share…

This snapshot of a part of my life was just a sample of where I have been, it isn’t who I am but it becomes part of you regardless.

But, for the record, finally, (ha ha) I didn’t marry for money, I haven’t had plastic surgery, I’m not a druggie, I didn’t sleep my way to the top, I’m not an undercover cop…or any other generalization. I’m just like everyone else. I have worked for most of my life, I’ve suffered, I’ve rejoiced, I’ve cried…

The truth is, people will box you in, tell you who you are, tell others who you are…yet the true essence lies in one’s heart.

If anything, judge THAT.

Yes, I’ve always talked with people who have passed. It’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
However, during different parts of my life, I had often wondered if encountering someone who was so close to me would make a difference;
Would it be more emotional?
Would it be more scary?
Would it be more clear?
… The answer is a resounding yes to all of those questions
and I wanted to share my experience and some of the messages I’ve received.

My dad passed last month and it shook my world. I mean, I knew the day would come eventually, but until it happens, you just never know how you’ll react. I think I screamed at the top of my lungs and cried for an hour straight. I’ve been through many things in my life, but this…this was the hardest, most heart-wrenching feeling I have ever felt. He’s gone, oh my god, it’s true, he’s gone. But was he really?

Physically yes, he’s gone but anyone who has been into any kind of faith-based religion or has had their own experiences (like me and most likely you if you are readings this), knows that we are taught the Spirit lives on. But where do they live on? How? What are they doing?

I asked my dad these very questions.

One day last week I was sitting in my bedroom in silence. I was wrapped up between deep thought and no thought for quite some time- a kind of a detox for my Spirit that I do when I know I need some “me time.” Suddenly I felt a presence. Now this is not unusual for me but as the feeling grew more intense, I realized it was definitely out of the ordinary (even for me ha ha). As a rule, Earth Bound Spirits come to me on my right hand side, and the “already crossed over” Spirits are generally on my left. This presence was dead center (no pun intended). I felt quite startled and uneasy at first- which is also not unusual for me- save for the fact that I could no longer lie in my bed, shift and ground. Instead, I jumped out of my bed and began walking around from room to room, sitting and then rising again along the way. “What on earth? I’ve finally lost it,” I thought as I now feverishly tried to find my own center.

I felt a wave of peace take over (thank you Dad) and I started to smell my father’s cologne. It was as if I could touch him right then or, at any moment he was going to appear right in front of me. The air was heavy; ready to birth something that I’ve never experienced before. I knew that. So I called out and said, “Dad, I love you, I miss you. Are you okay? Where are you?”

I did not hear a sound. (It’s rare for me to ever hear a Spirit’s voice). So I climbed back into my bed, laid back and asked him again in my mind. This is how I usually get communication and if it wasn’t broke, why fix it?! I started to “hear” him saying, “I’m okay, doing good. I miss and love you too.”

I asked again, “Where are you, dad?”

Now this is where it gets more interesting and, it is what I really wanted to share:

When I was 7 years old, my dad got into a horrific car accident. The hospital called my mom and said that he was “DOA” meaning, dead on arrival. We were to come to the hospital to identify him and collect his personal belongings. It was a sad, crazy day- I remember. I went into my room to get my coat but not before plunging into my pillows to cry. I lifted my head moments after and thought, “He’s not dead!” I got up and started shouting through the house, “Mom, he’s not dead, I just know it, he’s not dead.” As usual, she looked at me as only a mother who has become accustomed to her strange child proclaiming a vision and said, “We’ll see.”

Obviously, because I’m telling you this story umpteen years later, he wasn’t dead, but he did die for a few minutes that day.

My dad was always “spiritual” and we shared in those similarities. It was one of the things that bonded us so much. He told me all about what he saw and felt. He said, “It was so peaceful and I went into a light which led to a big, white city. All white.”

I wanted to include that part of the past because it became part of what he showed me during our connection. Often times, I receive messages through pictures, and this was no different in that respect. He started showing me the white city but as we grew closer to it, I started to make out some color. He said, “It’s very, very bright, white light here like the sun, only it doesn’t burn your skin and doesn’t hurt your eyes.”

To me, it looked very much like any other place here, on earth.”

So, I got to pondering:

Me: Dad, is this YOUR reality?
Dad: You were always a smarty. Yes, mine.
Me: Is everyone you know who passed already there?
Dad: No, but we can go over anytime to visit. It’s kind of like driving to another city to visit friends or family.
Me: Driving??
Dad: Best way to explain it. But yes, driving. I can for instance see my mom and dad, they are in another “town.”
Me: Are towns kind of a metaphor for other people’s realities?
Dad: Exactly.
Me: Other dimensions, Dad? Is that what it is?
Dad: Kind of, hon. It’s like this, some people have the same preference and that’s what makes up the “towns.” I loved the simplicity of the 1950’s so the town where I “live” is very old-fashioned. There are people working, talking, singing, just like any other town. And the ones working wanted that.
Me: Wow. So your own version of Heaven?
Dad: In a way. There are other places and other states of being. For now, I am here and for now, that’s all I know. It’s really nice, Jen. Please don’t worry about me anymore. I am more than fine and I will be watching over you. Remember to call on me in your spiritual work and to keep at it, too.
Me: I will, Dad. Thank you, I love you. Will you let me know when you “move?”
Dad: Ha ha, you bet I will.

I have read about and heard about different theories of what happens and where we go when we die. And, I did always subscribe to a similar idea about it kind of being what we thought for ourselves or what we would consider to be “Heaven.” But it never occurred to me that perhaps the other dimensions that some of us have seen could be part of heaven. Or that multiverses are actually parts of our created heavens when we die! I just had to share this so others can contemplate, too. I’m more of a hands-on type of gal and I generally like to believe based on experience and not just what’s written by others…so please feel free to not take my word for it. As for me, I found some answers and then some.

Thank you, Dad, for the beautiful experience, the wisdom, the memories and…the love.