Beyond the Veil Step 4


Ho’oponopono with I Am Love

Hippie Ghost Band

.The Ho’oponopono was gifted to her in 1999. Iby a woman, not t though was missing instructions and understanding. She was sent that year to receive this healing technique, and  It laid dormant until we centered her life, in 2013.



                              Healing with the                                                     Ho’oponopono


As they stated, in 1999, I received a copy of the Ho’oponopono, when I went to Hawaii. The healing technique left many questions, and my hostess who presented it to me moved and we lost contact. I was forty-seven at that time. I carried the folder religiously everywhere I moved, except for one move. I was devastated to have lost it, but it did prompt me to do a search on Google. There it was and something new. A four sentence healing chant stared at me. The words came with music.

My next instructions from the spirit group came after I discovered the chant. I needed to do an in depth review of my dating years following Wally’s death. What personality trait accompanied the damsel in distress? People pleasing won first place.  It became my hope to snag a man, which hopefully would prevent me from dying alone.

My spirit group ordered me to chant these four sentences throughout the day. A healing slowly begin. It peeled away the people pleasure to the core issue. I would never amount to anything and I would need someone to take care of me.

Along with this, they had me watch videos of ocean waves, and I was instructed to say, I am loved. I am loving, which awoken me to understanding love surrounds me. Love circles us. This step helped me to connect to the concept of love. This circle became my constant remember I am loved. I am not to blame. Others are not to blame. We are all acting from old outmoded tapes. There are no victims when love guides you.

The Ho’oponopono helped me to work through blocks and patterns as I started to create a new reality. The reality I aimed to create was to become self-sufficient. I could live my life alone and be happy. . It took me three years to break the majority of these patterns. In the end, I moved from Florida to Arizona to begin a new life alone.

It was through holding myself accountable for my choices, without blaming myself, I discovered new meaning to life. My days of hate, shame, isolation, fear of being alone, and a zillion other emotions attached to the stigma of, not being good enough. Success came in a mixture of tiny, medium and large steps. My old patterns will shoot up, if I do not remain mindful of their sprouts and pull the weeds. I am responsible for honoring the authentic person within me. The one I’m finally getting to know.

I will be forever grateful to the Hippie Ghost Band’s contributions in showing me I lived through the lens of lies. The same false concepts to those who believed in them, and didn’t know better. We passed our fears to our children.  I had learned. No parent seeks to destroy their child. Out molded beliefs, which hold zero truth, has been the culprit. We can break this insanity. I am glad I put effort into it. It equaled the same energy output, when we choose to keep our patterns and lock ourselves into our private prison.

Included is a video I recently did with both I am love and the Ho’oponopono.

In Beyond the Veil’s course, coming this April, I will teach their specific instructions.



The Healing Properties of I Wish You Well

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Our life has its shares of endings. Often, they usher a stream of hostilities, anger, frustration, confusion, and emptiness. Most of my life endings strangled me with self-doubt and self-loathing. To prevent endings, I became a doormat. Sooner or later a doormat is replaced, and the old one is left with bruises from being stepped on daily, and empty of any self-love. Four years ago, this began to change, with the assistance of the Hippie Ghost Band, who taught me another way.

If death was to come to me, in 2015, the last thing they wanted for me was to die a doormat and become one in the spirit realms. I’m grateful for their teachings. I’m more grateful for being alive.


I Wish You Well, a statement I heard from a couple people, became their slogan to teach me, how to let go ‘in ‘love. I wish you well is basked inside a visual of sparkles, pink, silver, gold, and the colors of the rainbows. It cleanses the ‘field’ of the area you are letting go. This field can be a job, location, addiction, friend, family and any other area that has put you into a choke-hold. The possibilities for using this are endless.

I wish you well creates new ego patterns. Our ego and spirit are to work side by side. As planned, by five your ego has learned its programming of your family and their ancestors. It will continue to develop these patterns, until the teen years. At this time, your spirit is remembering the path its choice and is seeking avenues to serve. The spirit tries to communicate this to the ego. A few years later we ‘adult’ and let the patterns of the ego take control, as we place blame on it. There is no need for blame. An ego is a data machine, and you can reprogram it. I wish you well is one method used in reprogramming.


Imagine with me this scenario. You go to work, and the boss asks you to step into her office. Ten minutes later you walk out the door shaking. You just got fired. The ego will go through the patterns it knows. Anger, fear, blame, denial, jealousy, envy, hate, and the list continues. Each of us has a database on how to cope with being let go. When you become aware of it, you can begin chanting, I wish you well, with the visual of sparkles, silver, gold, rainbow colors flooding in love at the place of employment and the boss.

Let’s say you want to move because you cant stand where you live. I wish you well serves this purpose, so you don’t repeat with a comparable situation.

There are endless ways to use this. They started me four years ago, to aid me in building boundaries in every area of my life. I still work it daily, but I see how it works. It’s a beautiful release. I have moved from location, buildings, occupations, and even friendships. This for me is difficult, especially being a doormat. I have rolled up so I can stand up. I still have a lot of work to do in this. I’m okay with it. Today, I’m saying goodbye to my apartment. I am wishing it well. I love it here, yet it will not serve my future. Today, I just glow in the rainbow colors with love, to this place, to past homes, experiences, friendships, and family. I wish them all well, so I remember the sparkle. I remember the love, yet my boundaries now prevent the doormat syndrome in any area of my life. Why the doormat?

A doormat doesn’t take responsibility for its actions. It blames people for stepping on it when it laid down for that purpose. Doormat wishes to be a part of something, so envy’s the gatherings that it is never invited too.  It accepts every word a person uses to describe it and starts to refer back to itself in that manner. A doormat gave up self-worth, self-purpose, and self-esteem. Itself now lays under others’ feet, with their judgments stamped on it.

In the end, I wish you well, sets you free.

My Experience with Crystal Healing Bowls. Part 3

Sedona A Healing Completed.


Mago Retreat

Opening the Heart Chakra proved successful that weekend in Los Angeles and the following week, as Brenda Zyburt’s opened her Art Studio, with me having a section to do readings Going to the Mago Retreat in Sedona, I assumed would prove relaxing and uneventful. It would be a perfect getaway, after that busy week. Relaxation embraced us, and a special type of healing occurred that Saturday night, with Brenda’s sound healing.

The group I channel, The HIppie Ghost Band and Friends, performed their own healing, on me which was directed by my late husband.  Though he died twelve years ago, over these past four years, along with the other ten spirits, he played an active role in my daily life. This is written about in my book, A Life or Death Situation.

Saturday night, February 17th, 2018 he set me free so I could love another.  It is time, he told me, for me to join another, who can help me carry the Hippie Ghost Band’s message of Creating Heaven on Earth. This mission is too big, and I needed to be open to another who can offer me the love and help I deserved.

A Heart Wide Open does not Spell Pain


The beginning of February, my heart chakra opened through the Crystal Sing Bowls healing performed by Brenda Zyburt. All my attitudes and beliefs about an open heart leading to pain disappeared. Throughout this month I witness a different truth. 1.My open heart saw manipulation and chose to walk away. 2.My open heart recognized activity that would bring disharmony to the purpose of the Hippie Ghost Band. I took appropriate action, with a different result. I didn’t see these peoples’ actions as a precursor to closing my heart again. Their actions had zero to do with the light flowing from my heart. The light of love.

I wished them well, with total heartfelt love and stayed in the center of my heart love. We can write about love, yet we close our heart when we can’t control another. My heart was not closed, nor any desire to control, change or make them believe me. I just remained floating in my heart chakra of love.

For the first time, I’m open to a romantic relationship. It would be lovely to share this walk with another of like-interest. These couple examples would have been more than enough, but there is more.

Love is radiating in spirals around me. I continue to feel moments of love tears and love grins attached to nothing. I am continuing to not see differences in people but holding their light near mine. We might not walk the same path at this moment and that is fine. I release them without defining them. This is the beauty of an open heart chakra.

Thank you for readings my Open Heart Chakra Journey. I do hope it inspires you.


To reach Brenda Zyburt, please follow this link.








My Experience with Crystal Healing Bowls. Part 2

L.A.X. Conscious Life Expo Here I Come


Anxiety froze my breath as pulled up beside L.A.X. Hilton. I stared out the front seat frozen in movement. Then my breath came to me and I started to slowly pull it together. I helped Brenda and Breeze to set up. As we did this I noticed I wasn’t invisible anymore.

For the past few years, I felt invisible. People didn’t know I exist. I liked it. At this conference that changed drastically. My heart seemed to be waving to people to come and chat for a spell. My original intent was to help sell Brenda Zyburt’s art and stay quiet in the corner.  That never occurred. Instead ,I became of service.

Service. A word we often wish to do, yet with an iron clad heart, it comes with limits. That weekend the limits blew away, as my heart sung songs of servitude. Tears of love frequently flowed down my eyes, as I just watched people.


Brenda Zyburt playing Crystal Singing Healing bowls at the Conscious Life Expo


Our booth comically placed next to the men’s room, brought a lot of laughter. The massage people next to us carried a beautiful soft ‘blue’ energy, which combined with ours drew people to visit. Along with Brenda art, her crystal bowls drew attention. At one point we had a guitar player and a didgeridoo player, whose name is Alejandro. Sound Healing Music that Sunday radiated from our corner. Tears of love still flowed from my eyes.

The psychic and medium within me surged as I served those who came to me, without knowing I was a reader. At this conference, I did not sign up to read, and my ethics would prevent me to read and charge. If someone came to talk, and if spirit chose to aid them, I welcome it. This frequently transpired throughout the weekend.


Here I was in my safe spot, not isolated anymore, nor paranoid. I flowed in my scared love. I realized throughout the weekend my heart chakra sprung open in song.

I went home a changed woman. I now sought to serve. My heart stopped have conditions, and I embraced who I am throughout the coming week, as I got ready to go to Sedona to the Mago Retreat. But, before we would go there, Brenda got an opportunity of a lifetime, stemming from the Conscious Life Expo. She got to open her art studio at the Artist Market in Sedona. The people there are permitting me to do Spirit Path Readings

That weekend in Los Angels was magnificent. People from different forms of media came and spoke with me about my book, A Life or Death Situation.

After that weekend, and followed up with being accepted at The Artist Market, I assumed Sedona Mago would provide a peaceful uneventful retreat. I was wrong.



2081 W. Hwy 89A Sedona, AZ 86336

My Experience with Crystal Healing Bowls

A Matter of Opening the Heart Chakra





In this blog, you will read about sound therapy healing and how a specific healing opened my Heart Chakra. This is a three-part series, with the next two blogs revealing the events that took place the following two weekends.

Life has touched each of us with a mixture of love, hate, sadness, anger and other attributes of hurt. At one time in our life, if not more, we build a hedge around our heart to keep out any further pain. Throughout the years, we become less conscious of how closed our heart is. I was not an exception. My heart had an iron-clad grip on it.

The spirit guides, who have devoted their time to Spirit Path Coaching me over the past four years, maneuvered my meeting with Brenda Zyburt, who is a Crystal Singing Bowl and Sound Healer.  Our first two sessions surrounded the healing of my knee. I agreed to this, in hopes to bypass knee replacement. After two weeks there was a noticeable improvement, and a bridge of trust between us was built. Prior to this, I wasn’t sure about alternative healing, and now the ‘proof-was-in-the pudding’.

With the foundation laid on the bridge of trust, the Hippie Ghost Band, the spirit group I channel, requested Brenda to open my heart chakra through her sound healing.
Singing Crystal Bowls and Sound Healing

After at healing, we sat and talked over tea. She mentioned about going to Los Angeles to work the Conscious Life Expo that coming weekend. “Would you like to come?”

Her invitation shocked me. I could hear my mind spitting out every reasonable excuse possible, but my mouth said yes. I knew I needed to be there. She suggested I sell my book, A Life or Death Situation.

A month prior to this, I would have turned the offer down cold. My spirit group did wonders with me, over these four years. Their intervention gave my life meaning and purpose, yet going out into the world, where people would get to know me proved uneventful. Even with the move from Florida to Arizona, they still could not get me to leave my home and surroundings.

One week later, she called and said we are here. Though anxiety gripped me, I opened my front door that Thursday morning, got into her car and headed from Phoenix to Los Angels to spend four nights and five days in Los Angels at the L.A. X.  The events of those five days I could have never imagined or even create on a vision board.


L.A. X. Here I Come

Driving from Phoenix with Brenda and Breeze to Los Angeles, California was beautiful. I enjoyed videoing the scenery. It also distracted me, as I went further away from my home. I wasn’t sure if Brenda understands the depth of my isolation for six years, and my fears of going too far from home. If she did, she didn’t bring it up, and neither did I, because I chose to tackle, this phobia. The last time I forced myself through a major phobia was two years prior when I moved from Florida to Phoenix Arizona.

I trusted in myself that I would conquer this. I left little choice, plus I decided in November to stop just surviving, and enter the world of the living.  I knew the spirit group, The Hippie Ghost Band, desired this, but most of all I needed to break the chains that had controlled how I lived over the last decade.

The Conscious Life Expo was enormous. I have heard there were three and five floors in use. I was aware of three.  We were in the Lower Level, and that is where I stayed much of the time. Anxiety crept through every vein in my body, while it wrapped itself around my throat. I couldn’t breathe.

Part Two coming soon