1/24/08 (Asheville, NC - my new home)
It was still pitch dark, but it felt like time to get up. I usually get up to use the bathroom around 6:30 am in the winter here, just when the first glimmer of light comes through the curtains. Must have been overcast outside. Usually I can see the colors from my bedroom window, then after about half an hour I can see the sun peek out over the trees. What a blessing, to be able to watch the sunrise!
Sometimes I hear a voice in my head, especially when I just wake up. This time it was telling me to go for a walk.
“Really?” I said.
The conviction was so strong that it wasn’t hard for me to just get up and dress real warm, with two pairs of pants and two pairs of socks and three shirts and two pairs of gloves, and get outside. Now there was a bit more light, but it felt like rain or snow was coming. In fact, weren’t those just a couple of snowflakes falling?
As I came down the stairs of the back porch I could see just the faintest glimmer of color over the Blue Ridge Mountains to the south. It boggles my mind that these mountains always do look blue. Could that have something to do with all the crystal inside them? But honestly, they weren’t blue this morning; everything was still gray.
It felt totally good to be outdoors in the fresh morning. My knee, which had been aching for the last couple of days, felt perfectly fine. There was a fair bit of traffic, including the school bus. Here I was thinking that I was so remarkable for being up and about this early, but for all these other people, it was completely normal.
I walked for about 20 minutes, up and over an incline, toward the west, and then I turned back. As I was enjoying the barren trees and rolling hills, an odd idea came into my head: Perhaps I am possessed.
Now I should mention that I remove possessing entities. I probably do about 20 per year. It’s not a big part of my practice, but it sure is significant when it happens. That’s when you can have an apparently miraculous healing (see Testimonials).
But it never occurred to me that a person could be possessed by an extremely happy spirit.
Possession is usually about having a voice in your head that is not your own that tells you to do things that you don’t really want to do. Often possessing spirits stay around because of their addictions. So you might have a sudden compulsion to eat sweets or smoke cigarettes, even though you never really cared for sweets or cigarettes. Or even worse, you might hear a voice telling you to slit your wrists, or do something that is self-destructive or dangerous.
Which is different from the classic case of hearing a voice in your head that is always obsessing about “What will people think?” or “You should have done this,” or “You’re stupid and you’ll never amount to anything.” These are manifestations of the subconscious, and they are the voices of our parents or other authority figures from our past, whom we keep alive and well inside ourselves. These are annoying voices, and I call them Core Beliefs. I have a safe and gentle way of eliminating these voices, which I believe is essential for one’s health and happiness. (This is something I can do by phone, and it’s also a technique that I teach in the Vibrational Healing Program.)
A possessing entity is something else entirely.
But whoever heard of a positive possession? Honestly, I think it’s perfectly reasonable. Sometimes when a relative or someone who loves you dies, that person thinks that they can help their beloved by sticking around, and that is one way that possession happens—it’s really quite innocent at first. But then the possessing entity can’t help but want the body to do things her way, and they end up fighting for supremacy, thereby creating f conflict and even ill health in the process, as when the person takes on the illnesses of the entity.
Now I would recommend that if you die and you want to hang around with someone who is alive, instead of hanging out in their body, that you go into the Light first, and then you can come back as their Guardian Angel or Spirit Guide. This is a much healthier process, because then you are both free agents. It is a spiritual law that angels and guides cannot help people unless they are asked. That’s why it can be very helpful to pray and to invoke your ancestors or your spiritual lineage. Because if they are hanging around anywhere, they will probably be glad to help, and then you will multiply your power by many. (There’s a great story about the Hawaiian Kahuna Daddy Bray in my Healing Voice book that illustrates this point. The book is out-of-print, but can be ordered through Amazon as a used book.)
So honestly, this idea of being positively possessed is really just a silly thought to make myself laugh. And I do laugh! A lot. The reason why the idea seems apt is because it’s almost like there is another me inside of me, and we are very much in love with one another. Psychologists might call it narcissism, but it’s hardly an ailment!
I started noticing it several years ago. I’d be going along—maybe driving my car on a back road in Hawaii (which can put you into an alpha state of mind, which is very relaxing and meditative) and suddenly this feeling would just well up inside me and I would take a deep breath and I’d hear myself declare “I’m in love!”
Then my rational mind would kick in and ask, “Who are you in love with?”
Now let me digress a moment. Back in 1998, when my husband, Raphael, was dying of lymphoma and the doctors said he had about 6 weeks to live, something quite remarkable happened. He was a pretty down-to-earth kind of guy, and not very spiritually inclined, except that he was a follower of t Maharishi, and had actually been a TM (Transcendental Meditation) teacher back in the sixties.
He always felt a little jealous of people who could talk to Spirits, or see Spirits. “Why doesn’t that ever happen to me?” he asked, plaintively.
Then, about a month before he died, he told me that there were two angels that were always in his room. He was quite delighted, even if they were the Angels of Death.
Now Raphael always felt awkward about the word “love.” “What is love?” he would ask. It was difficult for him to say, “I love you.”
Then a few weeks before he died, he suddenly sat bolt upright in bed and declared, “I AM love!”
From that point on, he radiated an incredible energy. People would come to comfort him on his deathbed, and they would go away smiling from ear to ear. “It feels so good to be around you!” they told him. (I tell the whole story of his last six weeks in the form of the emails that I sent to our friends and family in my self-published booklet, Death by Email).
So maybe that’s the kind of love that I felt when I said, “I’m in love!” where there’s no particular object for that love.
And yet there are so many people and places and things that are loveable in my life. Including myself. I adore my own company. I was telling myself as I was walking home this morning: “I love you! You are just so much fun to be with! You always want to do the same things I want to do!“
Maybe I have Siamese egos.
“And you have such a great sense of humor! You always laugh at my jokes!”
A very powerful process has been happening to me over the last few years. I’m sure I’ve talked about it elsewhere in these Ramblings. It started around the time that I began having those spontaneous “I love you!” experiences. I had just moved to Maui from the Big Island, and I decided that it was time to stop pushing myself.
My connection with my Inner Guidance had been getting stronger and stronger. My daily practice was to stop running my life from my head and start living from my heart and intuition. I reasoned that my intuition was vastly wiser than my head, because it was capable of seeing into the future, and it could consider factors that my conscious mind had no access to.
I felt guided to continually ask myself “What do I most deeply feel like doing right now? “ I would do that from the time I woke up in the morning until I went to bed at night. I would do that for the smallest tasks and for the largest ones. In fact, I put it to the biggest test when I moved from the Big Island. Instead of making endless lists, and forcing myself to do things that I was too tired to do, or things that I just didn’t feel like doing, I would continuously consider what I most deeply wanted to do.
At first I didn’t think it was working. I thought it had been a miserable failure, because the container was due to arrive soon, and we weren’t totally ready. But it turned out that they sent the wrong size container, and we had three extra days to get ready! How crazy it would have been to have driven ourselves nuts with such a tight schedule when we actually had three more days. But we had no way of consciously knowing that would happen!
So this practice puts me continually in the present. I’m not worrying about the future. I have perfect faith (well, almost perfect) that I will be taken care of (as long as I live my life in constant Service and attunement to Spirit), and this continuously proves to be true. But sometimes it is an eleventh hour phenomenon, and I do not recommend this way of life for those who are nervous by nature.
I think that this way of living is part of why I am so joyful, and so in love with myself and with life.
Now when I returned home from my walk, I saw a book that my housemate Dorisse had left on the dining room table, The Presence Process—A Healing Journey Into Present Moment Awareness by Michael Brown. I just had a chance to leaf through it, but what a delight this book is!
I feel that I can now refer anyone to this book, to get a step-by-step process for how to be fully in the present, even—or especially if they are nervous by nature! Michael Brown uses circular breathing (inhale-exhale-inhale-exhale, and do not stop) as a method for bringing people into the present and getting them out of their heads.
I don’t mean to imply that it is a bad thing to think about things. In fact, one reason why I enjoy being on the East Coast is because there are a lot of people here who enjoy thinking about things. If you’ve read my most recent book, Vibrational Healing through the Chakras, you’ll know that I think about things quite a lot.
But there’s a big difference between thinking about things as an enjoyable and stimulating process, and thinking about things obsessively in a way that is neither enjoyable nor stimulating; that is, in fact, draining and exhausting.
Brown tells his own story in an engaging way, so that the reader can understand how he came to evolve this process out of his own very deep need. This is designed as a do-it-yourself process. Brown discourages readers from trying to find a teacher, though he does encourage working with a partner.
The goal is a feeling of love, oneness, and gratitude. Like I was saying: This might be a good thing, if you don’t feel too weird about telling yourself how much you love yourself!
2/29/08 – THE MUNAY-KI RITES AND PAPA LANG
This is So Huge and So Complex and So Mind-Boggling that it feels extremely challenging to try to write it down. It has layers upon layers upon layers, so it’s going to take quite awhile to allow it to unfold. It feels more like a novel than pages out of my own life. This is where fact (as I perceive it) is Much Stranger than Fiction!
It begins, of course, with some rather ordinary synchronicities. When I first came to Asheville, I put an ad in Craigslist about my Vibrational Healing work, and Brian found me through that ad. We did a couple of sessions that were helpful to him. He said he was open to this kind of work because of his previous teacher, Judith Johnson.
On the day before New Year’s Eve, Bryan called me impulsively to invite me to a party at Toni Toney’s. (He didn’t know that Toni and I had met a month earlier at a CD release party for Kaleo. In fact, Toni was on my mailing list, and just that morning I received an email from her, saying that she had checked out my website, and really enjoyed it.)
The reason why he was inviting me to this party was because he wanted me to meet Judith Johnson because he thought we would have so much in common. Judith was best friends with Toni, and that’s why she was visiting Toni from Raleigh over New Year’s. I had a strong feeling about going to this party, even though I had previous plans. So I went, and oddly enough, I ended up guiding the group through a New Year’s ritual that everyone seemed to enjoy. Judith was very tired, and we barely spoke at all. I knew she was mourning the recent loss of both her partner and her mother.
A couple weeks later, I got an invitation from Julia Rogers, a former therapist in her seventies, whom I met briefly when Dorisse and I went up to Boone to attend an opening at White Hart Cultural Center. Julia and I had a quick rapport; I was intriqued when she told me that she worked with police, teaching them how to relate to children who had been abused. Julia invited me to visit her at her cabin in the mountains. A few weeks later, I arrived at her doorstep.
During that visit, I did a Vibrational Alignment for Juilia, which helped her immensely, and she did a continuous series of three regressions for me, that were very helpful in sorting out some present-life relationships. Though I teach Past Life Regressions, and have received at least 20 of my own, and have conducted hundreds for other people, I always prefer to have someone else do regressions for me. Julia also did some re-programming of the life decisions that I made in relation to those lifetimes; this was a technique that I had not previously experienced, and it was quite effective. We had an excellent visit, and continued to communicate by email.
A few weeks later, I got a message from Julia that there were two women she wanted me to meet: Judith Johnson and Neesa Maloney, both from the Raleigh area. She wanted all three of us to come to her cabin for a few days, so she could initiate us into the nine Munay Kai Rites that the shaman, Alberto Villodo, learned from the Quechua Incans. The Rites were to be shared without cost, and then passed on, with the goal of reaching 144,000 before 2012. The translation of the words Munay Ki is Be as Thou Art. Very profound! You can read about it in Villoldo’s words at munay-ki.org Click on “The Hero’s Journey.”
“As you experience the Munay-Ki, you’ll feel the presence and sense the wisdom of these luminous ones who have broken out of linear time and now dwell in sacred time, in infinity, free from the grip of karma and rebirth. The Munay-Ki will clear your luminous energy field of the psychic sludge left by past traumas. As you raise your level of vibration, these luminous beings will come to you and guide you.”
Villoldo taught these Rites to his students, including George Schwimmer (now in Santa Fe and formerly in Los Angeles and previously in the Raleigh area), who initiated Julia. She said that they would enhance whatever we were already doing, and make it stronger and more effective.
That sounded good to me. Above all, I was delighted by the idea of spending a few days in the mountains with three other powerful women. I looked at my calendar and realized that I didn’t have plans for my birthday on February 17th. For the last few years, I have spent my birthday with four of my favorite women friends in Hawaii, and I knew I would miss them this year. What a wonderful alternate plan! Then it turned out that Judith’s birthday is on February 28th, and Julia’s is March 2nd! And Neesa is a Leo, which is opposite my sun in Aquarius. It turns out that Julia just met Neesa recently, and Judith just met Neesa recently as well.
Within a few days we all agreed upon a date just one month in the future, when we could all meet for 3 or 4 days. That alone is miraculous for four extremely busy women! And it would begin on February 17th. Definitely meant to be.
Sure enough, Judith, Neesa and I enjoyed each other’s company immensely. In fact, it made it a bit difficult for Julia to keep us on track for learning the Rites. In the beginning, I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to take the time to do the Rites when I could be visiting with these wonderful women. But gradually I began to feel the subtle impact of these simple exercises.
All of the Rites involve working at the different chakras, and working with the seven archetypes that the Incans relate to these chakras. Julia initiated each of us with two Rites a day, and then we practiced them on one another. This was the jet plane approach; normally you would not learn more than two
Rites per week. But Julia figured that we were all pretty highly evolved, and therefore ready to power through them.
Judith had to leave right after she received the last Rite on the third day. But Neesa and I stayed until the fourth day. That evening Julia called George Schwimmer, to tell him about our progress, and to give us a chance to meet him and thank him. An hour before she called, she brought out two books that he had written. One is called The Search for David (Heartsfire Books, Charlottesville, VA, 1996), which is about the death of George’s eighteen-year-old son during an Outward Bound kayaking course in Mexico’s Sea of Cortez. I thought I would just leaf through it, but I found myself being drawn into the book, which was quite compelling to me, especially since my older brother committed suicide at the same age. I knew what it was like to try to piece together the whole lifetime of someone you love, using their journals and speaking to their friends, and reading their books.
The other book was also interesting. Adventures in Consciousness (Trafford Publishing, Victoria, Canada, 2006) is a personal account of George’s past lives and his journey through the metaphysical world. He actually mentions Julia several times in this book, and I soon realized that he was the one who taught her how to do past life regressions and “rescripting.”
On page 27 of the second book, Schwimmer tells about having a herniated disk, and being told by his doctor that he would need an artificial heart valve. He had heard about George Chapman, who was a medium for a surgeon, Dr. Lang. Apparently Lang could perform psychic surgery, even at a distance. So George requested a healing, and apparently Lang worked through Chapman, healing both conditions.
When I read about Dr. Lang, I finally admitted to myself that George Chapman’s Dr. Lang and my Dr. Lang are one and the same. I was never sure how to spell Lang, and I think I deliberately changed the spelling to Laing, in order to disassociate him from the famous Dr. Lang of the Theosophists—even though I contacted him initially at a Spiritualist/Theosophist meeting. I talk about Dr. Laing in my book, which I will quote in a minute, but I neglected to tell about how I met him.
It was 1979 and I was driving from the Interior of British Columbia through to Eugene, Oregon, when I stopped to visit my friend and teacher, Rev. Helena Ram, in Seattle. Helena was getting ready to go to a meeting of the Spiritualist Church, and she urged me to come with her. I had never been to the Spiritualist Church, and I had no idea what to expect.
As we were waiting for the meeting to begin, I read some notices on the walls, including some information about George Chapman, who worked as a medium for a Dr. Lang, who had been a surgeon in a past life, and was apparently doing surgery now through Chapman in England. At the time I imagined Chapman actually performing surgery, which I thought was an odd thing to do without a license.
While the crowd gathered in the elegant hallway, I began to realize that the swishy-looking guy who seemed so phony, was the medium, and that he was going to be leading the group. I wished I hadn’t come. Soon we were taken into a room with a lot of chairs and a large Oriental carpet. The lights were turned off so we were sitting in complete darkness, which made me feel suspicious. Then small rocks fell from the ceiling, which were supposed to convince us that something miraculous was happening, and I thought people were awfully gullible.
The Medium supposedly brought through various famous people and deceased relatives. I was quite bored. Then he brought through Dr. Lang, and apparently many people thought he was quite wonderful. Finally, Dr. Lang was getting ready to leave and he said, “Are there any requests before I leave?”
I had been looking for something concrete. I was certain that it was all a hoax, but now I could actually prove that there was nothing to it. I would ask for something that I was certain he could not provide. “Yes!” I said, speaking out loud. “Can you cure my backache? I’ve been driving for 10 hours, and I have another 5 hours to go, and my back hurts.”
“If you can get over your skepticism,” he replied, “your back will be fine.”
Well, he was certainly right about the skepticism!
By the time the meeting was over, my back honestly did feel just a little better. Over the next five hours of driving, instead of the pain getting worse, as it always did, it got better and better, until I arrived home and the pain was gone entirely!
That was the beginning of my relationship with Dr. Lang. A couple months later, he showed up again, while I was driving on a long distance trip (which is one way to get into an alpha state). I had a recorder with me, and I managed to record the hour-long lecture. This was unlike any Spirit guide I had previously experienced. This was more like having a university professor.
I tell the rest of the story in my book, Vibrational Healing through the Chakras. I was never sure how to spell Lang, and I think I deliberately changed the spelling, and did not mention where I originally encountered him, because I did not want my Laing to be associated with Chapman’s Lang, because I didn’t want to risk being discredited. (What if I said something about my Lang that proved to be untrue, since William Lang was a real person who had lived and practiced in England?) So here is my official story about Lang, as I wrote about it in my most recent book:
My main teacher for the chakras is a disembodied Spirit Guide named Dr. Laing. He came to me when I was in my late twenties. [Actually, I was in mylate thirties.] The reason Dr. Laing chose to work with me is a story worth telling. His only beloved daughter discovered the Theosophists and was exuberant about how the colorful whorls of energy called chakras could revolutionize the art of healing.
Dr. Laing listened patiently to his offspring when she returned home late at night from their meetings, but he was convinced that the ideas of the Theosophists were childish and irrelevant. Finally he would lose patience, begging her to ignore those “charlatans.”
When his daughter was twenty-one, she died in an accident. Laing mourned her for the rest of his life. When he died, he was amazed to find himself in his astral body, from which he could see the colored whorls of energy around human bodies. He discovered that when the colors were faded or cloudy or blotchy he could detect the beginnings of illness before symptoms occurred in the physical body. He was so deeply moved by this revelation that he resolved to become his daughter's Spirit Guide in one of her future lifetimes, so that by working on both planes they could bring this consciousness to humanity…
Laing approached me in 1979. He would show up (usually during long trips, when I was driving alone) and lecture me for an hour at a time. Eventually he told me that I had been his daughter. The main focus of his lectures turned to the use of color for healing and inner growth. He organized these lectures around the chakras, beginning with the first and moving upward. At that time, I knew little about the chakras, and had not even heard of color healing
Balancing the chakras through the use of color was an entirely new concept in the United States at that time. Now Laing was trying to teach me and I was the skeptical one. Feeling distrustful, I searched through books, unable to find anything about chakras or color healing. Finally, in a metaphysical bookstore, I found The Serpent Power by Sir John Woodroffe, and The Chakras, by C. W. Leadbeater, and Colour Healing by Mary Anderson—all from England. …
I was amazed that the information in Mary Anderson’s book dovetailed perfectly with Laing's. His descriptions of the personality types that correspond with each chakra went a step beyond her book. Later I found that Christopher Hills described the chakra personality types in, Nuclear Evolution, published in the 1970s. His information is similar to that which I received from Dr. Laing in 1979. In 1997 Ambika Wauters wrote about Chakras and their Archetypes, and her perceptions are also similar to Laing’s.
Dr. Laing was born before the turn of the century in India. His father was a British doctor, and both parents were mystics. Laing returned to England where he worked as a conventional doctor during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.
When I read about Schwimmer’s experience with Dr. Lang, and I admitted to myself that my Dr. Lang was the one who healed him, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense that Dr. Lang would be working through me, and that I would soon be doing psychic surgery.
As I shared these insights with Neesa and Julia, Neesa reminded me that when I received the Rite for the third eye, I stated emphatically that I was removing the veil of blindness, and I was accepting full sight. I thought that meant that I would start seeing auras (I have clairsentience—meaning that I can feel the energies—but I do not yet have clairvoyance—the ability to see the energies). I had no idea that I would be shown the truth of something I had denied for so long!
Then I remembered that during my last three years in Hawaii I had begun to do lapidary work, cutting and grinding and polishing crystals and gemstones. That all started quite suddenly when I received Guidance that I should go to the Navajo and learn to make jewelry. It had never occurred to me to make jewelry. But I did love the Navajo jewelry. But I couldn’t imagine that a Navajo would want to teach a white woman!
Nevertheless, I obediently followed my Guidance, and went to Navajoland, and to my amazement, after a long search, I found a man who was willing to teach me. (I tell this amazing story at length in my unpublished book, Living from the Inside Out. Excerpts from this book are on this website, and Parts One and Two of the Navajo story are there.)
THE MUNAY-KI RITES AND PAPA LANG
By Joy Gardner
This is So Huge and So Complex and So Mind-Boggling. It has layers upon layers upon layers, so please be patient as the petals gradually unfold. It begins with some rather ordinary synchronicities. When I first moved to Asheville, I put an ad in Craigslist about my Vibrational Healing work, and that’s how Bryan found me. We did a couple sessions that were helpful to him. He told me that he was open to this kind of work because of a previous teacher and healer, Judith Johnson, from Raleigh.
On the day before New Year’s Eve, Bryan called spontaneously to invite me to a party at Tony Toney’s, so I could meet Judith. She was best friends with Tony, and she was visiting over New Year’s. I had a strong feeling about going to this party, even though I had previous plans. So I went, and had a great time. Judith, however, was very tired, and we barely spoke at all. I knew that she was mourning the recent deaths of her partner, and of her mother.
A couple weeks later, I received an invitation from Julia, a retired therapist in her seventies, whom I met briefly when I went up to Boone to attend an opening at White Hart Cultural Center. Julia and I struck up a quick rapport, and later I visited her for a few days at her cabin in the mountains.
Now Julia (who lives outside of Boone, about 3 hours from Asheville and at least 2 hours from Raleigh) contacted me and told me there were two women she wanted me to meet: Judith Johnson and Neesa Maloney. She wanted the three of us to come up to her cabin for a few days, so she could initiate us into the nine Munay-Ki Rites that the shaman, Alberto Villodo, learned from the Quechua Incans.
According to Villoldo (from his site at www.munay-ki.org under The Hero’s Journey): “The Munay-Ki will clear your luminous energy field of the psychic sludge left by past traumas. As you raise your level of vibration, these luminous beings will come to you and guide you.”
The translation of the words Munay-Ki is Be as Thou Art. Julia said that the Rites would enhance whatever we were already doing, and make it stronger and more effective. They were to be shared without cost (though you could charge for your time) and then passed on, with the goal of reaching 144,000 before 2012. Villoldo taught these Rites to his students, including George Schwimmer, who initiated Julia. Now she wanted to share that gift with us.
I was delighted by the thought of spending a few days in the mountains with three other powerful women. Within a few days we all agreed upon the dates, just one month in the future. That alone is miraculous for four extremely busy women! It would begin on February 17th, my birthday. How appropriate. For the last few years, I have spent my birthdays with four of my favorite women friends, and I knew I would miss them this year, in my new home. What a wonderful alternative!
Sure enough, the three of us and I enjoyed each other’s company immensely. In fact, it made it a difficult for Julia to keep us on track for learning the Rites. In the beginning, I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to learn the Rites, when I could be visiting with these wonderful women. But gradually I began to feel the subtle impact of these simple exercises.
All of the nine rites involve working with seven archetypes that the Quechua relate to the seven chakras. Julia initiated each of us with three rites a day, and then we practiced them on one another. This was the jet plane approach; normally you would not learn more than two rites per week. But Julia figured that we were all pretty highly evolved, and therefore ready to power through them.
On the last evening, Julia called George Schwimmer, to tell him about our progress, to give us a chance to meet him by phone, and thank him. An hour before she called, she brought out two books that he had written. Adventures in Consciousness (Trafford Publishing, Victoria, Canada, 2006) is a personal account of George’s past lives (he is a past life regressionist) and his journey through the metaphysical world. As I was leafing through the book, on page 27, I found the following story.
I read a book about the English healer George Chapman, who was reportedly controlled by the spirit of an English surgeon, William Lang. Research by Chapman established that Lang actually had lived, and when friends of Lang still alive spoke with the spirit through Chapman, they confirmed that the spirit was William Lang.
In 1969 I suffered a herniated disk but refused an operation, having read about too many botched spinal surgeries. Instead, I wrote to George Chapman, since the book had noted that Dr. Lang could visit patients anywhere. In addition to my ruptured disk, I also requested healing for my heart, since after my heart infection in ’67 my cardiologist had told me I’d need an artificial heart valve in seven years. Well, my damaged disk stopped hurting six weeks after I wrote to Chapman, and more than thirty years later I still don’t have an artificial heart valve, never having had any symptoms whatever to indicate I need one.
I was stunned. Within hours of receiving the Rites, I was being brought face-to-face with my own blindness.
My story begins in 1979, when I was driving from the Interior of British Columbia through to Eugene, Oregon. I stopped in Seattle to visit my friend and teacher, Rev. Helena Ram. She was getting ready to go to a meeting of the Spiritualist Church, and urged me to come. I had no idea what to expect.
As we were waiting for the meeting to begin, I read some news clippings on the wall, including some information about the remarkable healings being performed in England by George Chapman, who worked as a medium for a Dr. Lang, who had been a surgeon in a past life. At the time I imagined Chapman actually performing surgery, and I wondered how he could do that without a license. (I had not yet been exposed to the concept of psychic surgery.)
While the crowd gathered in the elegant hallway, I began to realize that the swishy-looking guy who seemed so phony, was a medium, and that he was going to be leading the group. I wished I hadn’t come. Soon we were taken into a room with many chairs and a large Oriental carpet. The lights were turned off so we were sitting in complete darkness, which made me suspicious. Then small rocks fell from the ceiling, which were supposed to convince us that something miraculous was happening, and I thought people were awfully gullible.
The Medium supposedly brought through various famous people and deceased relatives. I was bored. Then he brought through Dr. Lang, and apparently many people thought he was quite wonderful. Finally, as Dr. Lang was getting ready to leave, he said, “Are there any requests before I go?”
I had been looking for something concrete. I was certain it was all a hoax, but now I could actually prove it to myself. I would ask for something that I was certain he could not provide. “Yes!” I said aloud. “Can you cure my backache? I’ve been driving for ten hours, and I have another five hours to go, and my back hurts.”
“If you can get over your skepticism,” he replied through the medium, “your back will be fine.”
Well, he was certainly right about the skepticism! I struggled with that, and by the time the meeting was over, my back honestly did feel a little better. Over the next five hours of driving, instead of the pain getting worse, as it always did, it got better and better, until I arrived home and the pain was entirely gone!
That was the beginning of my relationship with Dr. Lang. A couple months later, he showed up while I was driving on a long distance trip (which may not be the safest way to achieve an altered state). I had a recorder with me, and I managed to record the hour-long lecture. This was unlike any Spirit guide I had previously experienced. This was more like having a university professor as a personal tutor.
But Lang didn’t talk to me about surgery. He spoke about the chakras, and about healing with color. That seemed odd, especially since I knew absolutely nothing about either topic. Back in those days, the word chakra was virtually unknown in America, and healing with color was a foreign concept. I tell this story in my book, Vibrational Healing through the Chakras . I was never sure how to spell Lang, and I think I deliberately changed the spelling to Laing, in order to disassociate him from the famous Dr. Lang.
He organized these lectures around the chakras, beginning with the first and moving upward. At that time, I knew little about the chakras, and had not even heard of color healing
Balancing the chakras through the use of color was an entirely new concept in the United States at that time. Now Laing was trying to teach me and I was the skeptical one. Feeling distrustful, I searched through books, unable to find anything about chakras or color healing. Finally, in a metaphysical bookstore, I found The Serpent Power by Sir John Woodroffe, and The Chakras, by C. W. Leadbeater, and Colour Healing by Mary Anderson—all from England.
I was amazed that the information in Mary Anderson’s book dovetailed perfectly with Laing's. His descriptions of the personality types that correspond with each chakra went a step beyond her book. Eventually I wrote several books about the chakras and color healing, all of which were initially based upon what I learned from my Spirit Guide.
But I always felt uncomfortable about associating my Dr. Lang with the Dr. Lang I met in the Spiritualist Church. That Dr. Lang had a history, and there were whole books written about his life and his relationship with George Chapman. Chapman was like a British Edgar Cayce. I was also reluctant to be associated with the Spiritualist Church where I met Dr. Laing, because I knew so little about those people, and I felt so uncomfortable there.
Then another layer unfolded. Lang revealed to me that I had been his daughter in a past life in London, before the turn of the century. He told me that,as a young woman, I was fascinated with the Theosophists (a radical spiritualist movement founded by Madame Blavatsky in 1875). I attended meetings at night, where I was exposed to strange new ideas that were being brought over from India, including knowledge of the chakras and color.
In that lifetime, I found this information so fascinating. I tried to share it with my doctor father, but though he was fairly open-minded, he cautioned me about associating with those “charlatans,” and tried to dissuade me from going to the meetings. Then there was some kind of accident, and I died in my early twenties. He mourned me for the rest of his life.
When he died and entered his astral body, he was amazed that he could actually see the whorls of colorful spinning energy known as chakras. He felt bad about having belittled me, and he resolved to become my Spirit Guide in a future life, to help me bring this information to the world.
But I did not want my Laing to be associated with Chapman’s Lang, because I didn’t want to risk being discredited. What if I said something about my Lang that proved to be untrue, since William Lang was a real person?
So for about thirty years I had been in denial, even to myself, that my Laing was the same as Chapman’s Lang. Until I picked up Schwimmer’s book. When I read about Dr. Lang, I finally admitted to myself that George Chapman’s Lang and my Dr. Laing are one and the same. I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense that Dr. Lang would be working through me, and that I would soon be doing psychic surgery.
As I shared these insights with Neesa, she reminded me that when I received the Rite for the third eye, I stated emphatically that I was removing the veil of blindness, and I was accepting full sight. I thought that meant that I would start seeing auras. I had no idea that I would be shown the truth of something I had denied for so long!
Then I remembered that during my last three years in Hawaii I had begun to do lapidary work, cutting, grinding and polishing crystals and gemstones. I was guided to go to Arizona to find a Navajo teacher. Though I could not believe that a Navajo jeweler would want to teach a white woman, I followed the Guidance, and sure enough, after a long search, I found a great teacher. (This story is told as Journey to the Navajo, in my unpublished book, Living from the Inside Out. Parts One and Two of the Navajo story can be found under Excerpts.)
My first piece of rock art was stunning. No one could believe that I was just a beginner. I had a strong feeling that I had done something like this in a past life. The second piece I did entirely by myself, and it was even more exquisite. When I did this kind of work, I often thought that I would make an excellent surgeon.
But I was afraid. The truth is that I had done some dramatic healings over the years, including fixing a broken arm, and removing a severe limp that resulted from brain injury. But each time, I drew back and refused to do more healings. I didn’t want to be special. I didn’t want people pounding on my door during all hours of the day and night, asking for healings. I felt protective of my privacy.
But there was something else. I have a conviction that all illness—even accidents—have an underlying emotional cause. I love the Vibrational Healing work, as I practice and teach it, because it allows me to work with my clients, so that they actually do their own healing, and I am just the facilitator. When we work this way, it allows for profound soul growth, and guarantees that the work will endure. I have always avoided the band-aid approach.
So my fear was that if I accepted this gift, I would be doing very dramatic healings that would be superficial. Yet over the next weeks, Lang demonstrated that he has a profound ability to work with the underlying cause of dis-ease.
That night at Julia’s, when we spoke with George Schwimmer, I told him about my relationship with Dr. Lang, and he told me that to this day he has never needed surgery for his heart or his back.
The next morning I was ready to try out this new gift. Julia had been limping around, and complaining about her leg. Two years previously, she had surgery, and they needed a vein, so they removed a few feet of vein from her right leg, and accidentally cut some nerves and muscles. Since then, she has a hard time walking up and down stairs, and has to take them one-at-a-time.
I asked Neesa, who is a powerful healer, to join me in healing Julia’s leg. We went into a light trance, and then Neesa led us through visualizing using the vein from the left leg as a blueprint to create a vein in the right leg. Then Lang showed up and began suturing the new vein to the old one. He said he would do eight sutures per day; sixteen on top and sixteen below. It would take four days. He said that Julia would get better, little by little, over the next four days. And sure enough, that was exactly what happened. On the fifth day (after we left) Julia just happened to have a doctor’s appointment. She reported back to me by email:
"I saw the neurologist about my legs and guess what? He said my right leg and my left leg were pretty much the same. Now when he said they were alike I sat on it to keep from yelling or laughing."
After that I asked Lang work on my knee, where I had fallen a few weeks before. I had just begun to walk without crutches. By the next day, my leg was remarkably better.
A week passed, and Julia wrote:
"I have atrial fibrillation, which means that the atrium of the heart is fibrillating because a valve is not opening and closing properly and because there is possibly an electrical malfunction in the atrial part of the heart. The rhythm instead of steady beats is syncopated, in musical terms. It is fast-fast-fast-slow, then no beat at all, then fast-fast-fast etc.
"I do have a mitral valve problem and that valve was not repaired when I had bypass surgery. Too long on the table maybe, but that valve is part of the problem with fibrillation. All of it needs to be repaired.
Please help me get the wonderful heart back into sinus rhythm as soon as possible. Many thanks.
I asked Lang to work on Julia’s heart, and very quickly he told me that he had replaced the mitral valve, and she would be fine. I dashed off an email to tell her, and a few hours later she wrote back:
"I have been sitting here and taking my pulse since I read your note and it feels very steady, a little fast, but steady. I am hoping that I have converted and will stay that way. Way to go Dr. Lang! Thank you, Joy."
Lang cautioned me that the work would not last unless Julia found a reliable outlet for her anger. He urged her (through me) to let me teach her a very simple and effective technique for anger release. She was glad to learn this new method, and assured me that she would use it regularly.
A few nights later I had a persistent cough and couldn’t sleep. But I was sleepy enough to stay in an altered state, where I became a witness to multiple layers of healing and inner dialogue. I had been having difficulties with Karen (not her real name) for months, and was on the verge of a serious blowout. I was sure this was the underlying cause of the cough.
But Lang kept telling me, “It’s not about Karen; it’s about you.” —meaning that I had to take responsibility for everything. I couldn’t blame it on anyone else. I had somehow brought this person into my life, so I had to take responsibility for the dynamic between us. It was like doing ho’oponopono, a profound form of Hawaiian Huna healing, where you heal yourself by healing all relationships with people you have unfinished business with, especially your ancestors.
Through the dream world, I kept going into deeper and deeper levels of realization—and there was nowhere to hide—while the coughing kept me half awake all night. I didn’t resent the cough, and I didn’t feel that it was harming me. I recognized that it was helping me to stay awake.
The previous day I was told by a chiropractor that I had severe scoliosis (an unnatural curvature of the spine. I had been told this as a child. That would account for why I could not drive or type for more than an hour at a time without taking a break. I casually thought to myself, “It would be great if Lang could straighten my spine.”
In the middle of the night, I felt him reach up under my skull and pull up so forcefully that I came fully awake, because I was expelling the air from my lungs with a loud sound. HUH!
This seemed to open my heart and lungs, as if they had been hiding in the curvature of the spine. I suddenly realized that I had harbored resentment toward Lang—as my father—for belittling my ideas when I was a young woman. This had been blocking my heart and lungs. After that, I felt my heart truly open to Lang, and I called him “Papa!” as tears streamed down my cheeks.
More layers unfolded and I heard Karen saying (in my head), “You’re too sensitive!” It made me bristle. My mother would say the same. Now I heard Lang admonishing, “It’s true. You are too sensitive. Take responsibility for that.” I had to look at it and I hated it; I resisted it.
But by morning I was free of the cough. All of my resentment and feelings of victimization were absolutely totally gone. I felt only love and appreciation for Karen and Papa Lang. From that point on, I had no more charge about Karen, and we began to get along.
Since then I have been able to drive or work on the computer without stopping, for as long as 3 hours. Recently I consulted another chiropractor who told me that I no longer have scoliosis.
Now, just a few weeks later, people are calling me to do this work. Most of it is done long distance, over the phone, and it includes working on the underlying cause of the problem. I enjoy doing it, and continue to be amazed by how fast and effective it is. I do not charge for healings, and I do not claim to heal anyone. I just charge $1 minute for my time, including time doing intake, time tuning in on the person, and time writing or speaking on the phone to share what has been received. Typically, I spend about 5-10 minutes each morning, tuning in on the person, and 10=15 minutes downloading what has been received. Sometimes only one session is needed; other times we will need to work together for weeks.
The only thing that has changed is my willingness to allow it to happen.
I tried to get validation about being Lang’s daughter. Through the Internet I found that Lang had a son named Basil, who was a surgeon, and that Chapman had a son named Michael. When Michael was born, Lang told Chapman, “My son will work through your son as I have worked through you.” This proved to be true.
George Chapman died in 2006, but his son still has a thriving practice throughout Europe. I wrote to Michael Chapman, and told him about my connection with Dr. Lang, and asked him to consult with Lang about the validity of my relationship with him. He does not use email, so I sent a letter to his address in Ireland. Since he’s on the road so much, it may be awhile before I hear from him.
[Note: I never did hear from Michael Chapman, but I have continued to work with Dr. Lang.]
March 21, 2008 Spring Equinox
I’ve been wondering about the fact that most Christian Americans go to church and partake in a ritual that involves eating the body and the blood of their savior, which is supposed to insure their entrance into heaven.
Knowing that the Church borrowed virtually all of their rituals from other cultures (possibly including Jesus Christ himself, who was born at the exact same time and under the exact same circumstances as many spiritual leaders who preceded him), I wondered if there was an earlier ritual that might explain this custom? (In fact, Easter occurs right after the Spring Equinox.)
Recently I came across a book that describes a Spring Equinox ritual observed in Crete, which was one of the last outposts of ancient matrilineal societies.
In Crete the bull was considered sacred, and the Spring Equinox was regarded as a time when the life force was renewed. It was celebrated by turning the bulls loose in the streets, where young men danced provocatively in front of them. It was also celebrated by a ritual in which a man and a woman, costumed as a bull and a cow, had ritual intercourse. This rite is echoed in pagan rituals of lovemaking in the fields to promote fertility, and Spring celebrations among indigenous people where all rules were thrown out for a day and free-for-all lovemaking took place.
But going back to the ritual of Communion…. And going back to Crete …. On that same day, a bull would be sacrificed, and the raw meat would be passed around so that each person could actually consume the raw life force energy of God.
Now that makes sense to me.
I’ve been looking for a truly meaningful Spring Equinox ritual. This sounds good, but I’m mostly vegetarian and we’re not eating raw bull these days.
Yesterday I was delighted to receive the following by email:
Hi. I was contacted by my friend Gilles Novaks who is a Montagnais Indian from Montreal. He is a Medicine Man and a Healer. He asked me to get as many Tribal people to participate in a worldwide ceremony called the '8,000 Drums'. He was contacted by two Huron Clan Grandmothers from Canada and they asked him to help spread the word to all Indians everywhere. It will take place on March 21, 2008 at
12:00 noon MEXICO TIME!! (Central Time). (That would be 1 pm Pacific Time, 11 AM East Coast, and 4 pm in Hawaii.)
All you need to do is play a drum either alone, or with a group or have the whole Tribe participate. The purpose is to fulfill the OTOMI PROPHECY. The Otomi's are Mayan Olmec and Toltec descendants. The drums will be played so that the Creator will hear us and grant our wishes as we pray for help in the Healing Process of our Mother Earth. ...
People are destroying Her and our Mother Earth needs our prayers. Thank you.
The International Indigenous University
The Ceremony of 8,000 Sacred Drums
March 21, 2006
Otomi Ceremonial Center
According to a Sacred Prophecy revealed at the Otomi Ceremonial Center by the Otomi Elder Sages as a Vision of our Venerable Ancestors, the day when the sounds of 8,000 Sacred Drums join together will be the beginning of the healing of Mother Earth, of all the species and the human family in order to be able to live together on the road to Sacred Peace.
It is time to unify ourselves and rediscover all the seeds of the Four Directions in order to reactivate cosmic energy, heal historical wounds and heal Mother Earth by respecting life, liberty and the dignity of our Peoples. The first great ceremony was held March 21, 2004 in Temoaya, Mexico and there will be drum circles joined around the world on the Spring Equinox continuing every year until 2012.
Sealing and healing the wounded vertices of Mother Earth is urgent. Identifying and activating the Indigenous energy centers at sacred places is our duty. Planting and strengthening consciousness of love and respect for our Mother Earth is everyone's work.
The Indigenous ancestral recommendation to create and practice the Grand Culture of Peace and Life is fundamental.Recognition of the use of the energy and healing properties of our sacred instruments is a principle goal of our Indigenous Mission.
This feels right to me. This is how I want to celebrate the Spring Equinox. So I will be sitting on the earth and drumming with some friends at 11 am EST today, and probably on every Spring Equinox until 2012.
So five of us got together this morning at 11, with our drums, in the backyard. At first there was a lawnmower next door, and dogs barking on the other side, and it wasn’t very pleasant. But we really got into it for about 10 minutes, and when we finished we went into a deep meditation. The dogs had stopped barking; the lawnmower had stopped running, and we were surrounded by LOTS of birds that were not there before. It was very sweet.
Then I went into the woods, to a place about 45 minutes from here, to a couple of waterfalls. What an absolute delight! And what a Great way to fill myself with LOTS of LIFE FORCE Energy! Here’s something I wrote while I was there:
As I walk through the Pisgah National Forest at Moore Cove, I pass a huge rock sentinel on my left. I pause to ask permission to enter, and it is given. As I proceed past the rock face, it tells me, “By asking permission, you enter into a different world than the others. You will see things that others cannot.
“You live in a world of your own. Many like you do the same Your world is parallel with the others, but not the same. In 2012 your world will break off from theirs, and you will no longer be oppressed by them.
“Those of you who live from your heart will be in a new world. That will include the so-called Light Workers, but also some who call themselves Christians, and others.
“You will be odd bedfellows for awhile, but soon you will overcome your differences and see the unity that is between you.”
After I passed the sentinel, the trail led deeper into the woods, leaving the sounds of the road far behind, and replacing it with the happy gurgle of the crystal clear creek flowing alongside the path, twinkling in the sunlight.
“This is a good place to do rituals,” I was told. “It is quiet, the energy is good, and you can go to the hilltops for privacy.”
After hiking about two miles, I came to the waterfall, glistening in the sunlight. I walked into the cliff cave, behind the waterfall, feeling inundated by the sound and energy. A young couple sat talking nearby, and I could feel the openness of their hearts.
Later I saw a huge rock slab that resembled a reptile. (I’m learning to let my imagination go, and consequently I’m seeing a lot more nature spirits.)
I tuned in on the dragon and it told me, “Come closer, and lean up against me.” As I approached the slab of rock, I saw that a scattering of moss made it appear green. When I leaned up against it, the moss and dirt came off on my shirt.
“We are relatives,” the serpent told me. “We came here at the same time. We are both ancient,”
Oh! So this is why I communicate so easily with the mineral kingdom!
I remembered how joyful I felt at the end of the Munay Ki Rites, when we connected to an ancient lineage that goes up to the stars, and beyond.
May 12, 2008
Scientists tell us that the electromagnetic force around the planet has been steadily diminishing, and we are coming extremely close to zero. When this has happened in the past, the poles have shifted.
I began to wonder what would happen to people mentally if the poles shifted, because I witnessed a past life of a client when this occurred, and many people went crazy. Then I wondered if our brains were like tapes that could be erased when a magnet was passed over them. Perhaps we would lose all our memories? This seemed kind of frightening.
As I mentioned in the previous email, one day I was walking through the woods and I received clear Guidance that after 2012 those people who live from their hearts would be separated from the others who live on this planet.
Then today a friend sent me an email to watch an online video of a talk by Dr. Jill Taylor. Jill is is a Harvard-trained and published neuroanatomist who teaches at the Indiana University School of Medicine. In her talk, she describes her own personal experience of having a brain hemorrage, when the left side of her brain totally closed down. I found her description very comforting and absolutely fascinating. It helps me to understand why this transition could be easy and delicious for someone (like Jill) who lives from her heart, who could begin anew to rebuild the left brain in a whole new way, whereas someone who lives primarily from the mind would be totally devastated, and might even go crazy or die.
When you can take about 18 minutes, treat yourself to an amazing video:
June 25 `
On February 11th, a group of about 100 Indigenous Peoples and friends, led and inspired by 75-year-old visionary, Dennis Banks, set out from San Francisco to walk to Washington, D.C., in a five-month trek “to protect our environment and sacred sites.”
I encountered them in Asheville, where I walked with them, visited their camp, interviewed many of them, and wrote an article on The Longest Walk. Their website is www.longestwalk.org. Please go there, to read about what they are doing, to give donations, and to see how you can support them. If you live anywhere along the way (especially in Washington, DC), be sure to go out and cheer them on! They are friendly, caring people, and they NEED your support.
Americans have been stepping up to protect environments for the preservation of endangered animals. Now it is vitally important that we protect environments for the preservation of endangered Indigenous Peoples, their cultures, their languages, and their sacred sites.
Part 1 (2003-07)
Part 3 (2009)