Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | November 30, 2018

More Synchronicities/Miracles on a snowy Chicago evening



Yes. It’s been a while since I posted. Brief story of what some friends call a miracle. I just call it following my intuition.

Last Sunday, after Thanksgiving, I drove from Milwaukee to the burbs of Chicago. There was a really slippery section about 3 miles north of the IL/WI state line to about 3 miles south. Then the roads were just wet and slushy. I made it to the funeral in Mt Prospect and then the appointment with a client in Palatine, IL, for those of you that know that area. Snow was coming down very hard and it was the beautiful, heavy, wet snow that sticks to trees and creates widows. (aka heart attack maker, especially early in the snow shoveling season.)  It really is beautiful to see the white snow on the black bark of the trees and the tall everygreen trees.

I stayed with my brother in Aurora so it’s usually about a 40 minute drive from Palatine to Aurora. Not that night. About an hour and 20 minutes.

As my father taught us two main things about driving on snow;

1 It’s not how fast you can go, it’s how quickly you can stop.

2 You have to know how your car handles on snow and ice. So, I kept hearing his voice in my head as I pulled out of the driveway in Palatine. I also followed “they’ll do what you do and not what you say”.  LOL  I remember many Sundays when we were usually the last to leave church, he would pack all of us in the station wagon and spin donuts in the church parking lot. “Gotta know how your car handles on snow and ice!!!”  Ha ha ha ha ha

I looked around and no cars near me so I sped up a bit and slammed on the brakes. Hmmm. These new cars with anti-lock brakes are no fun. They don’t slide, and it’s harder to get them to spin donuts. I also was fully aware that I was in a rental car, and not my car that I already know how it handles. So, I slowly headed towards the interstate. I don’t live in areas that get much snow so I was thoroughly enjoying the beautiful white “Shit No One Wants” falling from the sky and aware that I had to keep the temp in the car very high to keep the snow from sticking on the windows. (Since I prefer to be warm instead of cold, I had many layers of clothes, sweaters, vests and a coat on so I was plenty toasty)

I knew my max speed was going to be around 40-45 mph. I gave myself more space around the few cars that were out. Most people were smart enough to stay home.

As I approached Roosevelt Rd on 355, I was very aware that the roads were very slick so I was moving along, just under 40 mph when a car went flying past me. I wished him well and thought, “too fast. Leave them space to spin out.”  Luckily, he was about 500 yards ahead of me, no other cars around, and 3 lanes of space when I saw the tail of the car spin to the right 90 degrees and then spun all the way back around 270 degrees so the headlights were shining straight back at me.

I’m very very grateful that the car behind me had pulled into the center lane, ready to pass me, so we were both able to stop and gave the few cars behind us plenty of space to stop.

The headlights staring at me moved. 3 point turn around. and the car was off and traveling down the road, still traveling a bit too fast for my judgment of the roads, but who am I to judge. I just knew my max speed and kept myself under that speed.


Because I decided I was going to be warm, comfortable and healthy, regardless of the temps and weather in Wisconsin and Illinois this Thanksgiving trip, I was well bundled and quite comfortable. It really was pretty so see the snow. I’m also glad I don’t live in it anymore though.


Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | October 27, 2018

It’s My Birthday . . . and I want it Purple!!!

Photo by Pok Rie from Pexels


I made it to another birthday and I have nothing scheduled in my day today. I’m very happy about that. I was supposed to be taking The Beautiful State Course this weekend so I blocked out the entire weekend. That course has been rescheduled so I have “A Gift of Time” as one of my coaches used to say. I’ve already written my 3 pages of Morning Pages (thank you Julia Cameron) and also written my first Affirmative Prayer (Thank You Spiritual Living Center of Atlanta) for the day. I suspect there will be more written after I do my morning meditations from O&O Academy.

Last night I looked at my ballot for the upcoming election so I may even vote early today. Which leads me to the title of this post., Yes. I want my birthday PURPLE. As I see all my friends posting about keeping Georgia Red or flipping it to Blue. Forget all of that. My Birthday Wish this year is for Georgia to be PURPLE. I’ve joked for years that my life purpose is all about balance. I even have a company named Balancing to Peace. I feel the more I live my llife in balance, the more peaceful I am. On the political topic, I like some of what “the reds” have to say and I like what some of “the blues” have to say. I also totally disagree with what some of “the reds” have to say and I totally disagree with what some of “the blues” have to say. My perspective is that the things I disagree with are things that appear to be motivated by fear.

So, let’s sit down at a table and become one of “the purples”. How can we talk and listen to each other and listen to the hopes and dreams that we each have? Let’s listen to the stories and journeys we’ve each traveled.  There will be another blog post about physical therapy that started yesterday, but that’s another post. In a nut shell, what this shattered wrist and hematoma have taught me is that I want to skate until I’m 75 AND that we never know what’s going on in someone’s life today or what path they’ve taken that’s gotten them to today. How can we listen to each other? How can we truly shut up and listen? How can we discover that we are all the same and only want 2 things in life; To Love and To Be Loved.  That’s all.

Yes, my life is about balance. That’s why I had to be gay. I didn’t have a choice. I’m the youngest of 7 kids. So when I’m asked how many boys and how many girls, I reply, “3 1/2 boys and 3 1/2 girls.” Our family was balanced. Hmmm. And as I write this, I wonder if I turned purple a few times when my older brothers would sit on me. I’ll have to reflect on that. Maybe I’m onto something with becoming purple afterall.

As I sit here at my dining room table, I see a couple of pictures of my parents on my mantel/altar and also a picture of my 5 grandparents near me. I only met one grandmother and technically, she was my mom’s step-mother. Her mother passed away very young and her father remarried. Lena was always “Grandma” to me and she treated us as if we were her own grandkids. So I sit here with much gratitude for my ancestors, my family, that have brought me to where I am today, almost closer to 60 than 55. hmmm. And that’s good.

So now, how I can I shut up and listen more to others around me today?  Look for someone different than me and ask them about their story? Maybe become a little more purple myself today and increase my own level of compassion in the world.

What are you going to do today that will turn you a bit more purple, a bit more compassionate? Please share your comments and subscribe.  I look forward to hearing from you.


Photo by Pok Rie from Pexels

Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | October 11, 2018

More lemonade from the lemon; aka broken right arm at my wrist

2018-10-02 8:05 PM

My face is leaking. That’s a quote from my friend Holly Riley. Yes, my face is leaking right now. Honestly? Some of the pain meds from the surgery are starting to wear off so I just took another pill. But these tears are nothing to do with pain. Well, maybe they are tears of pain, but not physical pain.

I’m dictating this in 8:07 PM on October 2, 2018 which is two weeks and just under 22 hours since I fell and broke my right arm at the wrist. I am truly overwhelmed and amazed at the outpouring of love, care, concern, and willingness to help me. Even from people that I don’t really know that well, or haven’t known for that long.

It’s also around 11 hours since I had 10 screws and a plate put in my right radius, as it goes into the wrist joint.

There have been so many magical moments today. I’ll bullet point some of them since I know I’ve written blog posts on some of them already and I’ll write future blog posts That go more into the backstory of some of these.

* Karen, one of my best friends from high school, left a penny for me on the sidewalk outside wall greens today right after I picked up my prescription. We are 18 days away from the eighth anniversary of her transitioning. Sunday she left me a penny and a dime right in the doorway of Kroger.

* As tired as I was last night, I knew I had to make Green energy soup and boil up some eggs so that I would have food for the next few days. Those hard-boiled eggs sure were good as I took my last oxycodone.

* My furry purring love machine has been by my side. He Intuitively knows which arm had the surgery, and currently still has no feeling in it LOL, because that’s the arm and hand that he has been rubbing his head against all day.

* My friend John, one of those people I haven’t known for very long, who lives in my building and is very very very very very allergic to my furry purring love machine, came over to cut the surgery wristband off my left arm that was digging into my arm. At least I had the wisdom not to put a sharp object next to my skin. LOL

* I have a small reading light and a bedside table on the side of the bed that I don’t use very often. I often take this light for granted. It has a dimmer on it and something told me to light it tonight oh shit. And I think I’ll leave that little tidbit from the dictation because I’m learning Siri hears everything. I was readjusting my arm as I was dictating this And almost punched myself in the face with my nerve deadened right arm. LOL As I was lighting the light, I heard my mother tell me how she always felt safe in her home for the 10 1/2 years that she lived there after my dad transitioned and that she went To bed every night with that light lit as a night light. That was my dad‘s reading light that was on the bedside table on his side of the bed since 1972. I feel both of them here with me today.

* It would take thousands of blog posts to express all the ways my friend Linda has helped me, especially today. She was out of the country for over three weeks and just returned Friday. She cleared her schedule to take care of me today and boy did she take care of me well.

* You’ll hear me talk more about the author Tama Kieves. I bought a few of her books 3 or four weeks ago at spiritual living Center of Atlanta when she was here speaking. The one on back order arrived yesterday. The mailman pushed it into my mailbox when he had the main door open, but once he closed the door, the opening for me to retrieve mail shrunk a little less than an inch. This meant I could not pull the book out of my own mailbox. Until today, while Linda and I were pulling into the complex, and yes, the mailman was here delivering the mail. We both laughed as I showed him my splinted right arm and he retrieved the book for me.

* Well, Linda heard Tama speak those Three or four weeks ago and needed to rush to the airport so I actually had ordered two of these books. One for me and one for Linda. I got to hand deliver Linda‘s book to her today.

So, back to the tears. My intent in sharing this next piece is in hopes that someone else who may be feeling this way or has felt this way in the past, Will feel a sense of connection, self compassion, trust in them selves, and peace, so that they will choose to love themselves and stay here and share their unique gift with us. I also want to stress how I am PAST this in my life. Yes, there has been an underlying Conversation in my head for 50 years That suicide was an option. This is the first time I publicly put this out here.

I knew at age 5 that I was gay. Maybe not gay per say but different. As I reflect back, I also knew at that age that it was wrong and that I was going to hell AND I could never tell anyone.

Two days after I broke this arm my face started leaking with such gratitude for all the people who have reached out to me.

My Skating community. Several of them have had their own accidents, broken bones, and surgeries.

Spiritual living center of Atlanta.

My oneness Blessing community at large.

My oneness Blessing community in Athens Georgia.

Belong.LGBT, formerly Rainbros.

My oxygen Financial family.

My Gay spirit visions family that I just met this past weekend.

And all my friends from around the world.

I’ve always known that I’ve had great friends but this truly has been overwhelming.

So yes. That underlying conversation in my head that sometimes grew stronger and sometimes grew weaker is gone. But suicide, as a viable option, had been there for a very very long time. As I’ve been on my spiritual path for over 35 years, I really feel that it was as recent as a few months ago that this conversation left.

A little side story. A few months ago I started to playlist in iTunes called Mornings. It’s a list of songs that help me get my mind in the right place each morning. Karen Drucker is an artist that probably holds 75% of the songs on the playlist. The morning after my fall I knew something was wrong with my right arm. Not wanting to be a drama queen and blow it out of proportion, I knew the right thing to do would be to get an x-ray. I listen to my Mornings playlist as I get ready for my day. So as I am getting in the shower and babying my right arm, the next song that plays is Karen Drucker‘s “let it be easy”. She also has a song titled “let it go”. I think I finally stopped saying “let it go” to the thoughts of suicide several months ago and I actually have let them go.

I also know that at times when the conversation got very loud, the only way that I can describe the feeling that kept me from acting on it, was that there was a spider web like thread connecting me to someone or something. It was the spiderweb like thread, that somehow in it, someone was connected to me and that even if it was just this one person, I would be missed. There’s a whole other blog post that I’ll right soon about my fear that no one would show up for my funeral.

And as I write that, I do hope no one shows up for my funeral. I want a big ass celebration of life party and not a funeral as my ashes get spread somewhere.

I’m being guided to share this YouTube video as well. We never really know what is going on in someone else’s life.

Have the tissues ready

Much Love and peace to you.

Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | October 1, 2018

Heartfelt gratitude

A quick post that I’m dictating today. So please find humor in house Siri transcribes my voice today.

I did the morning soul sync meditation with the group this morning online, and knew that today’s intention to set is to experience deep gratitude for everything in my life, exactly as it is today, in this moment. That includes me slicing my upper lip by shaving with my left hand. I only had two or three more swipes of the blade and one of them cut the skin. All I can do is laugh. Yes. I am grateful for Shea butter that seems to be healing the cut so quickly.

I’m also grateful for the side mirrors on my car that need to be replaced. And the front quarter panel that took a shopping cart in a grocery store parking lot quite a while ago.

Spending 3 1/2 days at the mountain retreat center in Highlands North Carolina allowed me to experience and clear energies for many lifetimes. I’ll blog more about that another time. Today’s blog post is gratitude for the increased emotions I’m also feeling today. I’m grateful for the dentist for the 7:30 AM dental appointment to take impressions for a new crown. I’m grateful for the oral surgeon this afternoon to assess how soon I’ll be ready for implants. And I’m very grateful for Western medicine and surgery on my right wrist tomorrow.

I might come back and proofread this later if not, may you find humor in the transcription of my dictation. And may you be grateful, in this moment, for exactly the way your life is today. I’m very grateful that you’re reading these words. I’m grateful that we can be connected in this way. And I’m grateful for your comments, that we can dialogue, that we can share different viewpoints, And that we can share more life on this spinning speck of dust that’s floating around the sun.

Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | September 20, 2018

Who wants some lemonade?

Some people may say that I had a dump truck dump lemons on me Monday night. I see that I have one lemon that’s going to turn into gallons and gallons and gallons of lemonade. And I am going to be giving away this lemonade.

The lemon is 1 Closed traumatic displaced fracture of distal end of  Right Radius. Yes, The urgent care doctor came in and said, “it’s shattered.” Oh by the way, the radius is the bone from your elbow to your wrist. In layman’s terms, it’s not a clean break and part of the break goes right into the wrist, Which means surgery.

First and foremost, I’m giving myself permission to cry. Not one of these tears has been from Pain. The tears are fresh, even as I dictate this, from the overwhelm of love and support that I’ve been receiving since I lost my balance and ended up on the blacktop of the street Monday night. My Skating family wouldn’t leave me as I waited on the curb for someone to come back and pick me up. This fall knocked the wind out of me and I knew better than to push through it and finish the mile back to the car.

And I’ve laughed at how long it’s taking me to open a can of wet cat food. And I laughed again at how long it takes me to button a pair of shorts. I need some new shoes anyway. Looks like I’ll be buying some zip up boots.

I think that’s enough for now. I’ll be blogging more as I go through this journey of the next 8 to 12 weeks. More tears of gratitude and overwhelm as I think about approximately 75 people who publicly commented on Facebook and offered to help and the countless numbers of text messages , Instant messages, Phone calls and emails that I’ve received.

I’m taken care of. No matter what. I have even asked a friend of mine who lives in the complex and who is very allergic to the cat, if he’d be willing to hold his breath and walk from the front door to the Balcony and plant my flower boxes with pansies in a few weeks.

I am overflowing with the love. And that love is going right into the lemonade to ripple out into the world.

Feel peace. And be the transformer.

Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | September 9, 2018

Join us for Book Discussion – Tama Kieves “This Time I Dance”

This year the Summer Soul Series Book Club at Spiritual Living Center of Atlanta discussed Tama Kieves’ “Thriving Through Uncertainty”. We had the honor of hearing her speak last night and then again today. I describe her as authentic and real. She shares in her speaking and in her writing the rawness of her journey and the growth she’s experienced. So, I’m co-hosting a book club to discuss her first book “This Time I Dance.”  What a powerful testimony today when someone stood up and said she read Tama’s first book over 20 years ago and also left her job in a law firm to follow her heart and her dreams. Wow! Time for me to read the book to continue on my path. And what better way to read a book like this than with friends who are also ready to take their next step.

You’ve heard me discuss my lack of consistency and follow through on things that I know I want to do and that my heart is pulling me to do. So, I took the opportunity and asked Tama about this last night. Her response . . . “Stop the self-judgment and increase self-love.” and I’ll add, increase the self-forgiveness. Yes. I have high standards in life and when I don’t reach a goal or miss the mark just a little bit, I tend to hold on to this and literally punish myself for it.

From one viewpoint, it’s kinda funny. It literally feels like ping pong balls bouncing on my shoulders with the “good angel” telling the “bad angel” to shut up and I end up listening to the “bad angel” and buy the bag of chips anyway. I’m glad I’m distancing myself more and more from the bantering between the two of them because I can now laugh at it more often than getting caught in the drama.

Lately I’ve been feeling old stories leave my energy field and I sense this one is on its way out too. Enough of the drama already. Time to take actions that align with my goals and dreams and time to laugh more at the craziness of the “bad angel” vs. “good angel” drama.

If you’re interested in joining us for the “Tama Kieves Book Club”, let me know. Even if you live somewhere other than Atlanta, we could always include you on a Zoom call and put you on the screen so you can be part of the discussion and part of the growth. And check out Tama Kieves for more information about her and what she offers.


Feel Peace and Be The Transformer!


#TamaKieves #ThisTimeIDance #BookClub #TransformYourLife #FeelPeace

Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | August 12, 2018

Another Sign from The Universe?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Another miracle occurred right now. It’s 8:01am on Sunday morning, August 13, 2018.

Back Story – Last night I was listening to some YouTube videos while I prepared a salad to take to a friend’s house. I quickly left the house and just closed the laptop without closing any windows or even stopping/pausing the video.

I actually love going to my friend Justyna’s and hanging out with her because I’m usually only one of no more than 3 people that have English as their first language. Last night was the time to meet her brother who is in town from Poland. I think last night we only had 4 languages being spoken but it’s usually 6 or 7. Polish, Spanish, Georgian (not USA Georgia but I learned that the country of Georgia actually has their own alphabet and therefore language) and English.

I took a 7 month break from dating and the dating apps, just to give myself time to regroup and let my heart/emotions to heal. I started back a few weeks ago. It’s been fascinating to experience people saying they want to meet, actually scheduling a time to meet, and then not communicating and not showing. It happened, yet AGAIN, yesterday afternoon. I even sent a “Hi. I hope you’re ok.” message after the time we were supposed to meet . . . and it’s yet to be unanswered, even with a “phuk you”. I’d even be happy with that response because it’s clear communication.

All I want is clear communication.

I did meet someone online Wednesday and we had an enjoyable dinner Wednesday night. I had another dinner date Friday night with someone else.

So, after dinner last night at Justyna’s I went to my friend Drew’s to feed and hang with his two cats while he’s out of town. I told myself, “I’m done even reaching out. I’m going to just watch, be aware, and see who’s coming to me. No action.”

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

As I prepare to do my morning Soul Sync meditation from O&O Academy and then get on the Ekam World Peace Festival call at 9:00 today, I open the computer and it starts playing music . . . Matt Zarley’s “Somebody 4 Everybody”.

Although there are no guarantees, you’ve just got to believe . . .
Don’t you know there’s somebody for everybody . . . Just sayin’


Somebody 4 Everybody by #mattzarley


and another Matt Zarley song I really like is Change Begins with Me  “Anything is Possible”


The real miracle here is that I told myself I was not going to open any apps or e-mails or do anything until after my morning Soul Sync meditation. THEN I’ll decide what to do next. Lately, I’ve just started the day off and running or distracting myself so that I don’t even get in a Soul Sync or any meditation/quiet time and then the day often spins out of control.  Well, I was guided to write and share this post as my morning meditation today. I’ll still make it to the 9:00am Livestream from the Oneness Field in India for day 4 of Ekam World Peace Festival.


So, what’s something in your life that you’ve given up on? Take a few deep breaths. Feel. Listen. Be Aware. Is it something that really resonates with you? Is it something that you’d really enjoy having in your life?


Then stop taking action. Sit and be aware. What’s right in front of you already. What is your Sacred Higher Self telling you to do to allow it into your life? Then, take THAT action.


Enjoy a magical day and week.


#Ekamworldpeacefestival2018  #changebeginswithme  #lifeisfunnysometimes #soulsyncmiracles  #



Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | June 23, 2018

Why I don’t meditate as much as I “Should”

Seems like a silly topic from someone who has meditated for many many years, actually teaches various forms of meditation and has gotten great results. As I was listening to the first week’s session for Ekam World Peace Fesitval  and meditating with the guide, I realized that when I sit quietly I get what some of us call a download. Actually I receive many downloads. Many great ideas on what I can do today, or tomorrow or the next day or for the next weeks. I have all of these great ideas. Even more blog post topics to write about.

Then, the brain kicks in and I see these ideas as creating work and to do items to an already full schedule and already full to do list.  I feel like I have more topics and ideas to share here and then the brain spirals into “well which is most important?” and “with which one do I start?”. Then the judging and punishing part of my scorpion identity kicks in and I start looking at all the ways I’ve wasted time. Precious time that could have been spent doing something productive or writing a blog post that could impact just one person’s life.

Ah. There’s the answer. It’s the brain taking over again.  Breathe through this and allow the answers to flow.

A recent quote I read in the past couple of weeks has really shifted something inside of me.  I can’t find the exact words but it’s from Amma-Bhagavan, the founders of Oneness University, which is now  “I don’t need to ask for God’s forgiveness because God never judged me.” That’s the topic for several blog posts.

I pulled the book “Ask Your Angels” off the book shelf recently and I’ve started reading it from the beginning. A nice reminder that I ALWAYS have the answer to any question if I just take 3 deep breaths. Usually answers to questions come as soon as I place my intention to breathe out there. All I have to do is be open to answers flowing . . . and they appear.

I sense this is enough for today. Enjoy your day. Remember to take a few breaths and listen for your own answers because you already have all of your own answers inside of you. Just listen.

Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | June 17, 2018

Coming out of the closet . . . yet again.

As you can see, this is my first post for 2018. It’s been quite a journey so far this year. I’ve written a few “draft” posts and will take the time this week to review and get a few of them uploaded. A few health challenges, mental struggles with the good angel/bad angel on my shoulders fighting with each other, and more oral surgery to be scheduled this week. It’s been a year already and we’re only to June 17th!  ha ha ha ha

I am SO GRATEFUL for all the people in my life who have helped me maneuver this. Some have helped more than others and many of you have no idea what a simple text has meant to me. I’m “Coming out of the closet . . . yet again” by being vulnerable. The outside laughter has sometimes been masking over some inner struggles.

As we move through the experience of duality on this planet, at this time, remembering at deeper levels that we are really all one and that we all just want to Love and to Be Loved, I’m being reminded to feel all of it.  Feel the highs. Feel the lows. Feel it all. Be with the experience and feel it.

More to come . . . soon.  I promise.

Feel Peace and BE the Transformer.

Posted by: Mark, Transforming . . . | December 31, 2017

“The Word” for 2018

End of another year. It’s been quite a year. Business is growing and expanding. 5 oral surgeries. A long trip up the east coast to see clients, friends and be part of Gay Pride in DC. Family Reunion at one sister’s near Milwaukee in July and then Thanksgiving back at my sister’s. We joke that the only reason they keep inviting me is because I do dishes . . . and Lots of them. Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Mentally, it’s been a year of the “good angel/bad angel” bickering back and forth. In the grocery store “chip aisle” the bad angel says “buy 2 bags” and the good angel says “don’t buy any”. Typically, I ended up buying 2 or 3 bags. It’s been quite an interesting year of eating habits. Still making energy soup aka pond scum or green smoothies, yet those chips keep being eaten. Weight is down so I guess something is working.

A few weeks ago, Dr. David Ault at Spiritual Living Center of Atlanta reminded us that we would be having the “Burning Bowl and White Stone Ceremony” on December 31st. “Start thinking about what word you want to put on your stone this year”. It’s a process where you write down the things you want to release from this year so you don’t take them into the new year. Those go into the “Burning Bowl”. Then we take White Stones and write one word that we want to take into the next year. I immediately heard my Higher Sacred Self say “FOCUS”.

Then I laughed at myself. I was just starting to look at my year end income numbers, that I’ve been ignoring most of the year, and realized I was up 25%. How did that happen? I was very successfully distracting myself this year with oral surgeries, skating, and other various distractions. How did I have a 25% increase? Imagine what it could have been if I had focused?

Hence, 2018 word is FOCUS. Then came the word “SACRED”.

I’m noticing how I’m taking Sacred to a new level. What if I could see everyone and everything as sacred at a deeper level of awarenessm What if I merged my “business” world more fully with my “spiritual” world and see my clients and my business as Sacred? What crazy ideas have been limiting me from doing this more fully before? How funny . . . Silly Mark.

So, during the service today, I knew I would write FOCUS on my stone but how would I get SACRED on there as well?

FOCUS on one side? SACRED on the other?

Focused Sacredness? Could I get that on one side of thestone?

FOCUSED on one side? SACREDNESS on the other?


Then as I sat there, Annette Mize guided us deeper and deeper into inner listening and it became clear. If the white of the stone is Our Light, our Higher Sacred Selves, ready to shine even more brightly this year, how could anything stop me from being focused? How could anything limit me? I AM that bright Light! I Am Focused. I Am Sacred.

And then it was crystal clear – The “word” for 2018 is SACRED FOCUS! Focus is great but I just get tingles up and down my spine when I say Sacred Focus! Wow.

Here’s to a wonderful year filled with Sacred Focus.

May all of you enjoy a Happy, Healthy, Prosperous and Peaceful 2018, filled with Sacred Focus of your own.

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