A Gifted Sound Healing To Let go of what you don’t need so you can Step Into your new incarnation

A Gifted Sound Healing To Let go of what you don’t need so you can Step Into your new incarnation

Are you finding as these Ascension energies pour through the stratospheres, that you’re being asked to let go of what you don’t need and step into new ways? And you’re having to do that NOW!

2016 has really stepped up the game bringing a real urgency to change.

I know I am. No more if’s, and’s, or but’s on this end. My feet are being held to the fire!

You’re feeling the Ascension energies if your old ways of coping and living are feeling more and more useless, dense, and cumbersome. If you’re seriously (and fiercely — a definite sign the Ascension energies are moving you!) reevaluating who You are and how you show up in life. If you’re wanting to change — on your deepest levels.

When your patterns don’t work for you any more, and you’re chaffing at the bit to let go of that Thing you want to let go of and Step Into a new Way, then this month’s sound healing is for you. Besides, it’s April — time to spring clean.

If you’re in the mood for spring cleaning, these 4 steps might help you:


What do you want to let go of?

We most protect and defend how we:

  • stay safe
  • stay loved
  • belong
  • show up

Our unconscious patterns are often as familiar and unconscious as breathing. What one Thing do you operate from that doesn’t work any more.

Chances are, it formed way back when you were a child or was a pattern from past lives.


Create a strong desire and intention to change it.

This is essential. This is firewood for your fire. Fuel in your car. Steam in your engine.

Find the fire in your belly for your intention.


Imagine who you will be after you change.
How will you feel?
How will you show up in your life? How do you want to show up?
Let a clear image of the New You form in your mind. It might be a feeling. Or a knowing. Whatever you know is on the other side of your leap.

Click — create an inner snapshot of your image / feeling / knowing.


Now listen to the sound healing while you hold your intention and image.
Visualize yourself letting go of the Thing You Want To Let Go Of and stepping Into Your New Way.
Allow everything to come up. Breathe through it all. Move if you feel like it.

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Take your time to see it all the way through. It’s a process. You might feel like replaying the sound healing a few times till you feel complete.


What I’m letting go of

I’m letting go of everything that prevents me from standing in and living from my power. I have had a box full of old tapes that kept me safe and protected my whole life.

Well. Not any more. My head’s in the box. I’ve rolled up my sleeves. And my hands are flinging out tape after tape. It’s ridiculous how old, ancient, and buried some of these are. Some of them are sly and slippery. Others masquerade as make-me-feel-good ego patterns. Yuck! And others sing the same old doubting song of “who me?”

A good April Spring cleaning’s happening on my end.

Back to you

I’m cheering you on to let go of that Thing and come into your New Way.

You need it. The world needs it. The world needs you this way. We all need and celebrate you in your New Way.

About the raga

This month’s raga is Abhogi that represents spring, new beginnings, and possibility.

With love,

Why being small (and not big) is important

Why being small (and not big) is important


Even though everyone and everything around me clamors to be big, says we are big, need to be big, I shy away from those messages and seek to be small. Everyone says the way to be, live, and succeed is to be big, bold, and beautiful and although I know I am that, I don’t want to wave it about just as I don’t hang a flag from my roof to make a statement that I’m proud of my country.

For being big, bold, and beautiful is a private matter. It is something I just know. It lives inside me. I don’t need to trumpet it with a blowhorn.

Besides, when I am small I’m close to the ground and can walk with snails and turtles.

When I’m small I can look up at trees and visit with their smiling green spirits.

When I’m small I can pause to hear the voices of stars.


But mainly, when I’m small I can let go of my gargantuan ego and pride.

And it is then that She invites me to Her castle of Grace. And I can enter, humble, small, close to the ground in my tattered rags of pride and fear and shame.

I enter here small.

I can only enter small.

As I step over the threshold, the golden wood floors warm my bare soles. The tall ceilings and wide rooms are painted the color of love. My eyes are starry with wonder. That each tapestry, each rug, each chair and table and couch has been chosen and placed by Her. Jasmine, gardenia, and frangipani are everywhere, nodding their poetry. Come. Come hither, they say, for I am timid and disbelieving and wondering why I am here. I bury my nose in their openness. Inhale their sweetness deep and long.

The love in the air makes me want to cry as I’ve cried a thousand times before yet it always seems like the first.

And I approach Her. She sits in a cloud of a blue gown on her golden throne, jeweled golden scepter in hand, regal as only a queen can be. Queen is not a title given to her by man, woman or anyone. But a quality she was born, rules, and loves with. I almost swoon with her Presence. Her chiseled face soft and strong. Her eyes speak a love that make me forget my name.

She has invited me here to give me everything. Everything my big-little ego desires.

But I cannot remember those desires that were so desperately vital yesterday. They seem like the rubbish I scrummaged through yesterday for scraps of food.

I cannot think before Her. I cannot speak. I can only bow. And look at her blue hemlines on the golden floor.

She has invited me here to give me everything I don’t even know I desire.

And then I remember. It has no words. It is only a feeling. I cup my hands to say, “Sweet Lady, fill me with You.”

Let me know You. Let me may adore You. Let me be with You with every breath, in every word, in every act.

Anything else is too painful. Everything else is too painful.

And I stand before Her, small, in tattered rags, my hands cupped and open. And receive Her.

That, you see, is why I like being small.

For only then do I really know what really matters. Only then do I know what is really true. Only then do I know Her.

And that, you see, is everything.