Category Archive for ‘Aha! Rosetree Energy Spirituality (RES)’

The Big Blue Blob, GUEST POST by Lilylady


This morning I started my day by looking at a huge blue blob of shaving cream and some rather large globs of yucky tooth paste decorating my bathroom sink. Not that this was, at all, unusual–actually it’s so routine that I’ve almost become “accustomed to his space”, my husband’s that is.

This is not a tirade, however, about “guy stuff”. I’ve learned to roll with that. Amazingly, enough, it brought about one of those quirky “aha moments.”

Three Tangerines


My friend Kaori has brought me a gift of tangerines. Her father-in-law grows them. Anything from Kaori would be a treat for me, but frankly I don’t have high hopes for these tangerines. Never had I tasted one that was anything special compared to my real wonder foods, like strawberries or artichokes.Still, I put them in a bowl and try to arrange them nicely.

Mystery Money


Ever collect coins when you were a kid? Not me. Being math averse, I was satisfied to tell pennies from dimes.Money handling has grown more complicated since I began to travel abroad. My first week in Tokyo, for instance, I realized that some of the coins I was carrying weren’t Japanese at all. Nor were they American. How was I to make sense of all those jangling round things? They should be taken seriously. Yet they were baffling.Yowza, could this be how singles today feel about dating?

Sweet Potato Man


It sounds like a steamboat. Instead of passing by, however, as a normal steamboat would, the sound continues. Low, sweet notes repeat for how long, 30 minutes?I’m doing client sessions. All day. In fact, I am doing my final day of personal sessions for VOICE on this trip, working with a bubbly and bright young interpreter named Sayaka Kai.

After the client leaves, I run outside to the balcony at my sixth floor apartment. No boats are in sight. Actually this is not terribly surprising, since my apartment is, and always has been, located on a city street in downtown Tokyo.

I Slept Through Thanksgiving


Why would I sleep through Thanksgiving, one of my favorite holidays? Blame it on the 14-hour time difference between home and Tokyo. But here I have so much to be thankful for:*Sessions like the six ones yesterday. Interpreter Kyoko Sakai, truly my co-creator with healing, helped me through regression therapy, an exorcism, and Energy Spirituality sessions that included one where we cut a cord of attachment that could be the funniest ever. Here is just a sample from the Cord Dialogue:

Osaka Surprises


En route to my Guest Event in Osaka, my interpreter and I fervently hope that our taxi driver will not get lost. “Jessica,” and I have arrived that afternoon. (In my e-zine for December, I describe the surprises encountered in my Osaka hotel, and the unique kind of homesickness that results; to subscribe to this free-of-charge and spam-free monthly zine with longer articles than our blog posts, click here and scroll to the zine signup link.)In America, we would call a “Guest Event” just “an intro,“ but here it is treated with greater dignity. Guests pay $10, reserve their seats in advance, and expect two full hours of something worthwhile.

Your Healing Book


Recent conversation via email informed me about the healing some books can bring. My correspondent supplied this interesting history fact: Most of the novels written by women in the 1840s or so were tear jerkers. In fact, in one of them the protagonist cries on average EVERY OTHER PAGE.”Being witty, he added, “ I found that pretty funny. Today the book would come with a warning label that says, ‘May cause dehydration‘.”

Riding into Deeper Perception


To this native New Yorker, trains mean gray slabs of grime, noise and speed. They mean boisterous crowds, rank smells and, these days, incessant cell phone chatter. But none of my Amtrak or subway experiences ever prepared me for this, my first train ride to Osaka.

Inferiority Complex


Blog-Buddies, a recent client had an experience that you might find interesting. “Jenny” first had the intention that her session would “tell me if I am on the right path in life.” If you’ve read the part in my Cords book about “The Cosmic Excuse,” you know that I wasn’t going to let that stand as the only intent for the session!Soon Jenny was talking about her life, her future, her personal growth. She began to consider some practical ways that her life could improve. One interesting term that Jenny used in passing was her “inferiority complex.”

Signs and Wonders


Well, Blog-Buddies, I’m back. You weren’t abandoned; I was merely saving up material. Had to! Where I stayed in Osaka, there was no Internet connection, and I was kept too busy teaching to seek out an Internet café. (Also to spend the requisite light-years learning how to use one. To date, I have never managed to go inside one and actually make a computer work. In Frankfurt, I came close. I found the Café. I entered. I purchased. I succeeded only my paying my user fee, never actually able to read the German log-on instructions that popped up onto my screen. Ach!)