Journey With Healing Messenger

noreply@blogger.com (Helene Vallade) — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 20:01:00 +0000

" Among men and women,those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night,especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful,and the ground so very cold."

Oh truer words have never been spoken. Love is, after all the test of time and time but the illusion we dream our life away in. Oh; but if I could only find someone to enter my dream....and float away with me on clouds of love.
Helene

Day of the Vultures

noreply@blogger.com (Helene Vallade) — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 17:40:00 +0000

An ordinary day stretched before me as my companion black cat walked with me through the living room, past the patio doors. The weather was fine, sunny, but not too hot; weather that, as a child, my Father would have called Indian Summer. The quiet of the house; tile floors, brick fireplace, high ceilings and my black and white photograph of the Virgin Mary gracing the mantle, gave the feel of an ancient sacred space or monastery. A sad time for me; having had one last conversation, by phone with my Father, before he died a few days later of a complication of the cancer treatment that was to save him. Many words filled my head, grieving alone, sending up thoughts to ancient ones, to guide me and create peace from the passing. A shadow moved across the floor, large and swift then disappeared.

I continued moving forward to the kitchen, thinking nothing of the shadow, stepping to the island, looking up to the window above the sink; stopped, stunned by the presence of a Vulture perched upon the window ledge. The cat made low growling sounds I’ve never heard before and stood motionless with me. Blue black feathers shimmered in the sunlight and a sideways turn of the birds head revealed yellow eyes contrasted against the red featherless skin of its head. It watched us for a moment then; with its powerful curved beak, began forcefully rapping on the window pane. My shock turned to fear as the mighty Vulture continued persistently pounding on the window. Surely it was capable of breaking the window, but why such a creature would be on my window sill trying to reach me inside, mingled my fear with curiosity. Considering my yard is very small; from window to wooden fence is just 6 feet. The Vulture body seemed out of place on such a small window ledge. Suddenly, another Vulture appeared and landed on the window ledge.

Now, the cat could not remain on the floor and jumped up to the counter top. Thinking surely, the cat’s approach would startle them to return from whence they came, but alas, they both started rapping on the window. My mind now over the shock; began to try to make sense of how and why they were there; recalling everything I knew about Vultures, which wasn’t much, begged the question, do they ever eat anything but carrion? Maybe they are being starved out of their habitat near by in the fields, maybe they are ill, maybe are after the cat? Then as quickly as they appeared, they lifted themselves from the ledge and flew away.

I had a hard time finding much about the habits of Vultures, even on the net. It was a few years later while relating the story to a new friend, he mentioned a book by, Ted Andrews; ANIMAL SPEAK. Great descriptions of many animal totems are contained within, as well as meditation and ways to discover your totem.

Quoted here from ANIMAL SPEAK, “One of the mystical secrets believed to be held by the Vulture is the ability to levitate. Levitation is the law of spirituality. Gravity is the impulse toward the material and mundane (physical). The Vulture denies the material; its ability to float, rise and soar has been seen as a symbol of movement away from the mundane. It is a symbol of the disintegration of physical holds. It is a symbol of distributing one’s energy so that gravity does not weigh and hold one down-be it the actual gravity of earth or the gravity of mundane situations and experiences. “

This is a true story of finding my Animal Totem. I really thought people would think I was making it up, but a month after my experience with the Vultures, my daughter came to house sit, while I was away at my Fathers memorial service. The Vultures returned to the window and amazed her too…she called me to tell me of their appearance. I’m sure that my Fathers passing and breaking the bounds of the earthly world and worries, brought the Vultures to let me know, he was soaring on the eternal thermals.

Peace Helene

Healing From Beyond...Stories Of A Mystic

noreply@blogger.com (Helene Vallade) — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:56:00 +0000

It's October and Halloween is an awesome time to journey to the mystical side of life. In Mexico, "The Day Of The Dead" is a tradition to Honor those who have passed to the spirit world and are remembered by Family. I have no problem honoring the spirits passed...but I do want to concentrate on Life, lived in the here and now, with stories of healing filled with Love, Grace and Surrender.

My friend, Diane was involved in a car accident many years ago. Her resulting back injury required surgery with rods to hold it all together. Frequently, Diane is immobilized by muscle spasms and pain. I see Diane struggling to get up. Quickly I move toward her and sit her down. Moving my hands from shoulder blades to lower back, I open myself to surrender and allow the energy to move through my body and flow into hers. I feel her muscles relax with actual twitching below the skin. I sense her mind is uneasy and start to get images of he current stress. I tell her that her Son is OK, as I have just seen him leaving his office and looking down at what appears to be a resume. I tell her that her Son will get the new job and his career will stay on course. Then my attention returns to Diane's back. By now, my hands are hot and Diane mentions that I need to move them as the heat is uncomfortable for her. I slide my hands to the mid section of her back and again get images of more stress. Diane is like all of us...holding thoughts and feeling in her body. I ask her to chant with me...to induce a meditative state. We are chanting....."Open to Love" "Surrender in Peace". Now she is ready to receive more energy and release her pain. Diane weeps into her hands, as I feel a sudden bolt of energy released from her spine. I stay connected physically but mentally, my mind is in the other realm. I let my hands move up her back to her shoulders and release my touch. After a few minutes, Diane looks up and moves...she stands up and is released from pain. I sit, drink a glass of cold water as my mind returns to the here and now. Diane is pain free, she tells me as she picks up the phone to cancel her Doctor's appointment.

Now...tell me your stories of healing and grace.....

Helene

Hello, Hola, Ciao, Ola, Dia duit, Hallo, Hej, Bonjour! Mostly...Welcome

noreply@blogger.com (Helene Vallade) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 23:07:00 +0000

Well, I find myself finally blogging, moving into the 21 century; trying to keep up with technology! My hope is to connect with other like minded people and share experiences, methods and philosophies used in energy work healing.

The realization that I am a healer came slowly and still doubt plagues my belief. I really think I hate the label healer because I do not heal anyone. Facilitate- maybe, but the work is done by the individual and the energies available to us all from the infinite universe. I dislike also, the implied meaning of the word healing. We are all in a process of healing, learning, moving forward, gleaning bits of information, processing and integrating them into our spirit, moving as I say, to a higher spiritual level with each experience. My Astrologer tells me I'm wired to heal. Noting the kind of power I have is not found in one life time but over many incarnations. So...this is my work, to find a way to use my healing ability and know....that I am healing along the way too. So have I succeeded in this life time? Not so much. I have been influenced by the world and what others think. Not wanting to be labeled a healer, a kook, a misfit....I have avoided. Now the other part of my avoidance is the fear some people experience when they have a genuine "healing moment" with me.

For now...I must go. My Daughter just called to say that her Stepbrothers wife died this morning; three months after an initial diagnosis of stage 4 ovarian cancer. So...healing discussion is over for today.

Please send your comments
Peace...Helene