Bring It!

Bring It!

Four weeks ago, I was still in my little flat on stilts, had just found this townhome I am living in now, my first husband had just passed away, had the bilateral sacroiliac injections, and the construction workers began to strip the siding off the balcony, requiring me to dismantle my beloved morning glories and balcony garden.

On a Thursday night that fateful week in October, we had tornado weather here in Oklahoma. When the sirens went off, at first I thought about taking shelter. But my son Adam was quite ill and said he wasn’t moving, and my yogi son was visiting that night, had helped pack some of my mountains of books for me.

I also had four cats with me and only one cat carrier, and could not fathom leaving them.

Soooo, instead of seeking shelter from the storm, I went out on the balcony and faced it head on.

Lo and behold, a tornado was headed straight towards us. I looked that tornado in the face (had just manifested all the money I needed to move in and also to pay my water bill), filled my heart with pure Christ light, and fearlessly shouted, “Bring it!” And it swerved east right at Highway 9, about 1/2 mile south of me. Straight shot.

The unfolding of many last minute miracles along with daily challenges and so much hard work, but all wrapped up in the long arms of Love despite appearances of said challenges, has been a journey of forgiveness and leaps forward in my own growth has occurred!

My wings are here at last, and I know I can sustain this magic, we all can.

It’s now over a year since I was in pain management, and despite the enormous physical challenge of moving out of what I now see was a sort of punishment apartment, (even though I did turn it into a sanctuary, and my balcony garden was beautiful), I have managed to pace myself most days, for when I don’t, this body temple certainly lets me know pretty quickly!

My message for this Tuesday full of Grace, is to know that even if there is only a tiny part of you still healthy and strong, you can heal yourself. There are many paths and many methods, but please don’t put all your faith in any one person (a doctor, for example), or healing method. If someone gives you a negative prognosis or prediction, don’t believe it. Look inside for the Truth.

For all the healing in all the world is right here and right now, in this breath and this heartbeat. When we relax into ourselves, let go of the trauma of the past and stop worrying about the future, we walk in Grace.

Like Jesus said, “My Peace I giveth to you.”

That Peace which passeth understanding. It is not the understanding of this world. For things are never as they seem, my friends, never truly as they seem.

This world of Maya, illusion, the shadowy parts of ourselves showing through intensely right now, bringing secrets to light, provides us ample opportunity to complete this deep, deep stage of our individual and collective journeys.

As Gerold Janpowlski says, “Love is letting go of fear.”

Just breathe. And give thanks.

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Better Days

Better Days


Those days of punishment
and confinement
over now,
I died a thousand times,
and still am here,
heart filled with gratitude,
heart filled with song,
clearing spaces,
new space,
new heart,
new me.

In that time of dying,
lessons learned,
tools given,
tools of healing
and forgiveness,
led me through
the labyrinth,

And out of the primordial goo,
these wings, these wings,
they grew, they grew.

Some cannot recognize me now,
so used to my caterpillar days,
so used to my wounded warrior ways,
that these wings, these wings,
they cannot see these wings.

Perhaps their rainbow iridescent hues
are too brilliant
to see through
caterpillar eyes.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

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.

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.