My Miracle Boy

My Miracle Boy


Twenty two years ago today, my labor finally truly began for the birth of my son Nicolas. He was over ten days post dates and I didn’t want an induction or another cesarean, which my daughter Alyssa, baby #4, was born by. A dear friend offered to help me stay at home as long as possible to prevent induction. I did a lot of research and lots of birthing affirmations, like “My body knows how to create a perfect, healthy baby and I will let it.” And, “My body knows how to give birth normally and I will let it.”

After bumpy road rides and some other recommended forms of self induction, my contractions finally began right about 2:00 p.m. that day. I called my friend and we began walking around the block. Alternating with sitting outside on the back patio, enjoying the weather which had become cooler finally as a thunderstorm was coming on in.

About 8:00 p.m. the storm got very close and a clap of thunder struck, breaking my waters. Now for me, every birth became longer and more difficult rather than more quickly and easier. Well, all my babies were big, ranging from 8-10 pounds.

We decided to get to the hospital at that time, for there was some meconium in the water. I labored all night long, walking up and down the halls as long as I could, and sneaking juice and crackers whenever the nurses weren’t in the room.

By about 7:00 o’clock in the morning, my doctor came to check me and decided to start IV fluids. A couple hours later they decided to start me on Pitocin. At that point I had been in so much pain for over 24 hours I asked for an epidural, even though I had hoped to have a completely natural birth.

So they did, and I dozed off for quite while. Woke to the urge to push and called the nurse, who checked me and probably figured it would take me hours to push since I had had an epidural. I pushed once and my baby’s head began to crown. So the nurse held his head back for ten minutes until the doctor arrived. Not my doctor, who had agreed to go with my birthing plan, but a doctor I had never meant before. I pushed twice and he was born, experiencing what is called a precipitous birth.

I told the doctor not to cut the life giving cord which would provide him with oxygen while he adjusted to living outside the womb, and he said in a thick Okie accent, “That’s not the way we do it with meconium.” And so he cut the cord and I swear if I had been able to move my legs I would have kicked his hands away. Then they handed my baby to an attendant, who deep suctioned him before giving him a chance to breathe. So during that process, he inhaled meconium and both his lungs burst. And they didn’t notice a thing was wrong with him while they washed him up and checked him out before giving him to me to nurse.

I tried to nurse but he couldn’t. He was breathing but would just back away and I could sense he was distressed, so I asked them to come check him out again. They took him back to the nursery and checked him out again for about twenty minutes and brought him back to me. By this point, he was already beginning to struggle to breathe, and there was no way he was going to be able to nurse. He was fighting for his life. So this time I called them and was adamant that he be checked out more thoroughly immediately, sensing this was a life threatening emergency.

They took him away and wouldn’t talk to me for hours. Every time I called, the only thing they would say was that he was very sick.

My daughter Nina drove the rest of the kids home and lit a candle and prayed, asking God for a sign that her new baby brother was going to be alright. Then she went in the back yard and a thousand birds flew by. And the day before he was born a Monarch butterfly landed on my belly and stayed there (as I sat resting on the patio behind my house in the warm sun) for about half an hour.

Those were both signs from the Heavenly realm. Signs that angels are watching over us, and especially immediately praying for intervention for a close loved one.

It wasn’t until about midnight that the doctor who saved Nick’s life came in and told us what was going on. They had to give him a chest tube twice and when that didn’t work, on a respirator. He also developed hospital acquired Group B strep septicemia, which they found out the next day. It not only got into his blood, it was in his respiratory and urinary systems. So they had him on all kinds of tubes and was strapped down because he kept yanking them out. My baby boy was a true fighter.

They told us not to touch him for it would make him excited but I insisted I must, knowing a mother’s touch can one of the most healing things for a newborn baby. They told me that was okay as long as I didn’t move my hand. So I held my hand on his little arm, or held it on his chest and looked into his hazel eyes and he looked back at me, and his eyes were clear and bright even though they had him sedated so as to not struggle so much and then another medicine to maintain his blood pressure. He told me without words not to worry, not to be afraid, that he would be okay.

His father was very supportive, as was my doctor, who arranged for me to be able to stay in the hospital for three whole days, due to the circumstances. So we stayed with Nick as much as possible, praying the whole time, and then would go to my room where I used a double Medela pump to provide colostrum for my baby. Then we would go to the chapel and weep and pray.

They told us to prepare ourselves for the worst. Fifty percent of babies who only had the Strep died, they said. And Nick was working on healing his lungs. They said the best case scenario would be that he would need to be on a respirator for at least a month.

So we prayed more, our families joining in. And at the end of his third day of life, his father’s sister and husband who is a pastor and their whole congregation were praying for Nick at the same time my mom and a spiritual group of friends were doing the same – one group in Indiana, my mom’s group in Los Angeles. Us in the middle. And right after we got back from the chapel, for we had been praying at that time too, not knowing about the timing of these serendipitous groups of people praying for our son, the nurse came running down to tell us Nicolas was breathing against the respirator, and she had already begun to turn it down. She was so joyous and we burst into tears and rushed to the nursery. His eyes had brightened even more, and we were told we could hold him the next day.

We had to go home that night, but by 5:00 a.m. I was asking if I could return to be with my baby.

The nurses loved us at that point and said yes. And there he was, respirator off, with a little hood for oxygen over him, NG tube pulled out too!

We were both able to hold him that day, and I was able to rock him and give him a bottle of my very own amazing colostrum. And the next day, I was able to finally nurse him. And my milk was already in, thanks to the powerful double Medela pump.

Next time the NICU doctor checked him, I told her we had prayed for a miracle, and she replied, “Well, it certainly worked! He is doing very well, a beautiful baby boy. He’s a fighter.” And she beamed at us.

He was transferred to the regular nursery the next day, but they kept him until he was 9 days old, a joyous day of returning home with our new baby finally. For we had pretty much lived up at the hospital with him until we could take him home.

And now he is an amazing, strong, loving, creative young man, about to turn 22 years old. Out of all of my six kids, only went through this one scary ordeal which turned into a miracle. And even though every baby is a miracle and I love all mine with all my heart, I will always call Nick Nixta Scheid my miracle boy.

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Woody Guthrie Festival

The clear and powerful
voice of Judy Collins
singing Diamonds and Rust
met my eager ears
as my friend and I
reached the Fields of Plenty.

My heart burst open wide,
as each song played
to full beauty and perfection,
touching the hearts and souls
of all as each true note lingered
in the clear night sky.

Judy sang This Land is Your Land
in honor of the people’s hero,
champion for human rights,
Woody Guthrie, whose guitar
was a weapon against fascists.

At the campsite earth magic
hung heavy in the air,
shadows loomed large
And people shared their
secret beauty and bluegrass music
throughout the night,
as each circle of players
created perfect harmony,
magical music rose to meet
the majestic silence
of Night and Nature.

Being still inside of me,
the Sun brought my heart
with it as it rose above
the prairie, whispering
to me, “I will drive you crazy,
delight you with my beauty,
amaze you with the awakening
life in the prairie,
I may terrify you with painful nights,
but I will help you face your fears
and force those inner demons
to leave you fearlessly,
for I have you to share
my journey with.”

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Retrograde Season

Retrograde Season

One year later and still here. Little Loralai was the bright point in our family Easter, a day with many happy moments but also some family conflict. So bright and sweet and innocent, her imagination still pure. She is such a blessing in our lives. This will work itself out, but my prayers are for healing for my grown kids, each of whom is so amazing, some growing through some terrific challenges, yet still keeping on as we all must do in these strange and transformational times. My yogi son and I went and prayed in a small Sacred Sanctuary chapel. Very peaceful and uplifting.

Just realized I am, right now, two days younger than my dear Mama was when she passed, exactly three months before she turned 55. And two weeks ago, while baking a potato in an oven recently cleaned with oven cleaner which I apparently hadn’t rinsed off well enough, my entire apartment filled with smoke and fumes, making me quite ill. Two days later, at follow up with primary care practitioner, they took blood from me which was returned with several serious looking abnormalities. The nurse called to tell me about them and told me if I needed anything, to just let them know.

The what I thought was very mild poisoning, despite how ill it made me, it clouded up my mind and I forgot to mention the incident to my PCP. Huge oversight.

After doing some research and realizing there could have been carbon monoxide in that smoke, which can cause a rise in carboxyhemoglobin, and after apparently hematocrit, red blood cells, and even calcium. After putting two and two together, I let my nurse know, and she had me go to the ER and get my blood drawn again.

The respiratory therapist who came to draw my arterial blood had severely shaking hands, a physical attribute I figured kinda strange considering her occupation. She jabbed me like five times to find artery, causing quite a lot of discomfort. For some reason, I didn’t even say anything, and she called me a trooper when she left.

So apparently my cholesterol is also elevated, even though I am not at all overweight, eat lots of salad, fish and other health foods. It can become elevated in the fifties due to heredity, so more work on quantum healing at the cellular, basic DNA level is needed. The blood work returned normal! So the fresh air and drinking lots of water worked!

So this Mercury retrograde season corresponding with Venus, Chiron, Saturn, and Jupiter has me doing lots of introspection. And having some time to devote to that. After spending my whole entire life on caring for others, still learning to care for self, and it can be a perplexing and challenging job, to say the least. Have to be my own loving yet firm parent, setting limits for myself, receiving wise and insightful wisdom from my yogi son and also my sweet daughter whom is still in the stone castle, but there are meadows and a river and trees, and she keeps getting promoted and is staying strong and now working in an office with the “Ma’ams” and “Sirs.” She will be finished in just three more months, my upcoming fortuitous birthday, a day where I will celebrate still being alive, and having victorious overcome repeating the same exact pattern of my Mama. We were so close we called each other psychic twins. We finished each other’s sentences. And talked on the phone every night.

Instead of isolating myself by living in a different city than my offspring, I have stayed in the same city for the last twenty three years. And I do have a bit of red wine now and then, usually one glass.

My recent visit to California is still on my mind and filling my heart with love, and next month my baby graduates from high school! I am so proud of him many heart almost bursts. We are very different in so many ways, but in other ways the exact same.

Looking back on memories, seeing how much has happened and how much we all have changed in the past year, is especially sweet today, feeling ever more grateful to be alive. And with good prana, breathing in that pink and gold energy, and breathing out that black smoke. The Christ is flame is nondenominational, so it doesn’t matter what faith or no faith you are. We are all being ushered into a time of Christ Consciousness. How appropriate for the planets to show us the way into ourselves. The theme of resurrection is found throughout history, and is what each of us goes through after the dark night of the soul.

A new and very kind friend has started a Saturday evening meditation for love and peace, sending a lot of this especially to world leaders, that’s 7:00 CST if you care to join. We must focus a lot on standing up for the light during these tumultuous times. That’s all that I will say about that, other than that I have been reading way too much news. And am now restricting the amount I digest daily, because as an empath, I feel certain current events quite viscerally, as I am sure so many of us do, for we are all becoming more and more empathic, which is a touch deeper than being empathetic. We are all amazing. Pray or send positive energy the most to those who seem to be the opposite of Love, for those people are the ones most afraid of all and are calling out for Love.

Many blessings of the stars and moon and wind and rain, rainbows, sunshine, butterflies, Easter eggs, and all of creation to you. Namaste.

A’ho Mitakuye Oyasin.

Article About Christ Consciousness

Article About Christ Consciousness

Because yes. Jesus said to the pie people after performing miracles, “All these you can do and more.” And all it takes is faith the size of a mustard seed. Mustard seeds are tiny! So imagine, just imagine a world of self actualized human beings, All awakened to Christ Consciousness.

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Kaypacha’s Astrology For The Soul, March 08, 2017

Kaypacha’s Astrology For The Soul, March 08, 2017


I am finally moving forward, getting back to my routine of typing up a summary of the Pele Report. Don’t know how three weeks passed!

This week’s mantra: My mind is spinning out of control, I need to bring it back down. For life is a process of knitting the threads of thoughts, words and deeds into one.

Today Tom shows us his awesome astrological computer program, which truly helps to see what’s going on in the stars. Lots going on! The Sun, Mercury and Chiron are all still hanging out in Pisces, the planet of spirituality, dreams, altruism and also of being way out there.

Mars and Venus and Uranus are still in Aries, with Venus having just entered the underworld Monday, her retrograde period. Mars will luckily be moving into Taurus very soon – on Friday, where he will hang out for a little over a month. Venus retrograde will stimulate the Divine Feminine in each and every one of us, while Mars in Taurus will help us ground our dreams into reality – and start making some money manifesting them.

we are headed towards the full moon in Virgo – opposite the Sun in Pisces brings up feelings of needing to make things perfect.

Lots of folks are spinning out of control – so it’s important to ground, ground, ground.

Hot baths with Epsom Salts and candlelight and lots of water are helpful.

Keep lifting each other up, my friends, we must love one another.

Kaypacha: Namaste. Aloha. So. Much. Love.

Kami: Om Namaha Shivaya. Rainbow Blessings.

Eclipse Eve And Breathing

Eclipse Eve And Breathing

Hello, my friends, how is everyone doing? Lots of different answers – my prayer is that you are doing okay, or even better than okay. For it is apparent that the tsunami wave portion of the Shift has begun in full earnest.

So for every act that leads us into darkness, people will stand up for our fellow human beings, for our drinking water, our air, our planet and all living creatures great and small. It’s good to see people waking up. It’s terribly sad to see people promoting hatred and fear. However, this is so shocking that more and more of us are waking up and singing songs of love.

Every day I pray for the time to be shortened that the suffering may cease.

Every day I am paying more attention to my actions, thoughts and words. Learning radical self-love and being okay with certain things taking me longer than they used to. Giving thanks to still be here, alive and breathing, and finally things are changing on a radical scale.

My visit in California was timely and serendipitous. My whole family welcomed me with open arms. We are all letting go of the past on so many levels. I didn’t even realize how many more layers I still had around me. Being perfectly open to receive and give pure love and good company in return for hospitality. Haven’t had many experiences like that. The memories which sprang up are still hanging out near the front of my mind, rather than in the far recesses, the places iv gain access from.

In addition to attending the Chinese New Year in Chinatown, we stayed in an AIRbnb in Venice which was like a fairy garden house. It’s called The Tree house, and transports you to another dimension moment you step into the gate. An uneven cobblestone pathway, with bamboo trees and tapestries concealing private entrances and signs leading the way to the main courtyard, where two canopied beds face each other in kitty corner fashion, an orange tree and a waterfall cleverly placed on the side of the house leading into a small pond, adding you the magic. A huge clear quartz crystal is on a table near one of the beds, is placed in the ground in front of a door. Three are tiny lights on all the trees, wind chimes and more tapestries give a gypsy feel to the area. The house is 102 years old, and everything that could be repurposed or refinished has been.

The bathroom combines antique and modern with a wonderful three spigoted shower and an old-fashioned four legged bathtub, a skylight, and a huge spider plant under a glass panel in the floor! Under the floor. It was amazing!

There were signs to remind people to clean up after themselves and a set of instructions for making ourselves home in the kitchen.

My sister and I ate salad and then walked down to Venice Beach to watch the sunset for our last night together. She is so sweet! Now we are looking forward to seeing each other again when my youngest son graduates from high school. My baby.

How that happened so quickly is beyond me! After becoming a mother at the age of 16, the majority of my “work” as a mom will be done.

Anyway, I have had to cut back on my spiritual activism a bit because traveling was a bit rough on my neck, but it’s getting better each day. Nowadays, if it does flare up, I pay attention right away! I don’t want to ever have to be in the kind of pain I went through before. For a long time it was that way. Having less pain is, for me, a miracle.

And I only mention it because it’s amazing that I am getting better, because at one time I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. From this point on, I will continue to keep shining and taking good care of me so that I can help many others too.

Deep peace of the stars to you, my friends. I love you all!

Kaypacha’s Astrology for the Soul, January 25, 2017


This week Tom is in Punta Muna, a lovely beach about a six hour drive from his home in Costa Rica. He begins this report by reminding us that Jupiter is still opposite Uranus but holding strong in Libra (where it will remain until next Fall).

There is so much going on, folks! Mars and Venus are still in Pisces conjunct Chiron, but Mars is moving on into powerful and fiery Aries tomorrow, when we will celebrate the New Moon in crazy, wild, rebellious Aquarius.

Right now we have a Pluto/Mercury/Moon conjunction in Capricorn. Pluto is the god of the underworld and rules the kundalini, death and transformation of the soul. Mercury was the only god on Mount Olympus who can go into the underworld and emerge again alive. Mercury is the ego, the left brain, linear, logical messenger.

We can feel overwhelmed, like we are being killed, as if we are at the end of our strategy, the end of control. Surrender mode will help us get through this.

Pisces and Mars are still in Pisces, along with Neptune, the dark side of which has to do with feeling sleepy, helpless and confused, and like what in the blazes is going on? The light side of this is that Pisces is about community, about forgiveness, is infinite, selfless, soul, spirit and nature.

Mercury is also going direct, which will open up the blocked lines of communication.

Kaypacha reminds us of ancient Toltec wisdom – the Four Agreements:

(I don’t have the book on hand and am doing my best to do this speedily as I am visiting family right now, so these are from memory and most likely not in order, but I sure did love that book and I adore the work of Jose Arguelles).

1. Be impeccable with your words.
2. Always do your best.
3. Never take anything personally.
4. Don’t assume anything.

It’s time to dig our roots deep into the earth and spread them out, and become solid and grounded like a Seqoyah tree. Remember this too shall pass and know that the new paradigm is underway. Things may seem extremely crazy, but underneath it all, magic is brewing.

Kaypacha is working on a video which will explain what is going on astrologically the next 4-5 years, so it would be a good idea for us to watch this.

During such intense times, it certainly is wonderful to have such a great astrologer giving us all this report every week to help us understand what is happening and how to handle it, and how to prepare for the future.

I love typing up this summary in order to remember the key points of the report and have them here in my blog. I highly encourage everyone to take the time to watch him when you have the time – I usually watch it twice because I enjoy watching it with at least one other loved one after I have posted this summary.

And check out the New Paradigm community, where the Dream Team astrologers are there with their many talents and the archives filled with astrological wisdom of all type, not to mention videos of Kaypacha teaching kundalini yoga, his video of 2017 and lots of other goodies. And it only costs $15 a month!

This week’s mantra is: When it gets so intense I can’t take anymore, and there’s simply no way out, I see my truth and must fine a new source of strength and love in my heart.

We are breaking out of thousands of years of patterns – and the longer a pattern is in place, the more energy is required to break out of it.

I am in Los Angeles again – went to Fresno last week – connecting with my family of origin is an incredibly wonderful healing experience and I am enjoying this tremendously. So many memories are arising as I peel many layers of dysfunction. Had the blessing of going to the Lakeside Shrine, which was founded by one of my favorite yogis – Paramahansa Yogananda. Meditated in the chapel with two of my siblings and am feeling extremely connected to Jesus, Gandhi, Babaji, Lahiri Mahasaya, Mother Mary, Krishna and my heart is wide wide open. I never expected to be here, so my mind is also blown. This is some great juju here!

Amazing times. Remember to stay centered in Love and Light – everything will be alright, but we are going through some crazy sh*&* first, that is for sure.

Kaypacha: Namaste. Aloha. So. Much. Love.

Kami: Rainbow Blessings. Om namaha shivaya. I love you all.