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  Today I was getting a massage. After the massage therapist flipped me over to lay on my back I was  overwhelmed with gratitude for the amount of love and attention she was pouring into my body and because the massage felt so dang good. I love to look through the face hole when on my stomach and watch their feet as they shift around on the ground, almost as if the therapy is a dance. I decided to engage in reciprocation with my ability to show love. As I was on my back I opened up a stream of pure crystal light healing energy from above and asked that it rain on both of us for the remainder of the massage. To my surprise, my team of spirit guides started peeking through the opening from above. Imagine you are at the bottom of a water well and your group of friends is at the surface above looking down on you. It was all women. They were telling me how happy they were that I listened to the nudge to go and get a massage, that they arranged Bri ( my massage therapist ) be the on...

                                            Throughout traditional education, specifically my English teachers would remark that my writing style was hard to follow. I remember being embarrassed and/or discouraged by this feedback. But I shall persist because I am Hasta sun, vedic astrology. And afterall, it is in my bone and blood to document, to write, to express through word.  This is a personal ode to Dolores Cannon. I just discovered her last night. She is a messenger, an investigator. Passed to the other side, but very much still with us whenever we call and need guidance. Dolores, much like myself, has an insatiable curiosity . I am a ⅓ in human design. My path is investigation as well as experimentation. My grandmother on my dads side was also named Dolores. She looks very similar to Dolores Cannon. Hmmm. I spent hours today looking for a picture of my grandmother. ...