I am not sure when the golden being first appeared to me but it always shows me where within myself I can find tools from the universe. This particular Golden Being is holding a pipe.

I was working with the Native Communities in British Columbia on a mission as directed by a Blue Being. The Blue Being had instructed me to go into the communities to help the people go back to their culture. I was not to be their leader or healer but rather show them how to get back to their hearts through their culture. The Blue Being told me the Native people are in a period of redemption.

One old woman, I will not call an elder, gave me a Pipe. I did not want it but as to not offend the community I graciously accepted it. I was very troubled by this Pipe.

She, I call her that as she has soft gentle energy. She told me the pipe was a trap.. She went on to show me my pipe. She asked me some questions and after I made some agreements she showed me where the pipe was within my own being. Over the next few months the Golden Being instructed me on the use of my pipe.

The interesting thing about the other pipe was that when I got home I opened it from his wrapping and the whole stem of the pipe had cracked. I respectfully tossed it in the Fraser River. A few days later the old woman came to me and apologized for giving me the pipe and when I told her that I threw it in the river she seemed relieved.

There were many lessons in this experience for me. And in 2006 when someone gave me something and told me it was the key to the door the Golden Being appeared very spontaneously and told me that item was like the pipe, a trap. She proceeded to show me where this was within my being and later how it worked. Over a period of several months the Golden Being showed me how to manover around the trap. In a way I felt like I was playing dumb. In another way it was good as it kept me safe.

I Dream of Bliss: Waking up each morning watching the day wake up with a lightness in my heart and closing each night with thankfullness for another day on this earth. I Dream of Wisdom: To know when to speak and when to be silent and to have the words I do speak to be heard with a open ear and open heart. I Dream of Love: To feel the love inside my own heart and to pass that love on to others. I Dream of Power: To have pure information. I Dream of Vision: To see what is on the other side I Dream of Service: Through art and writing. I Dream of Creation: To create Art and Writing that provides a lavish income. I Dream of Walking in Silence healing people without them AND perhaps even me knowing it. Thank you!!! Please join me in my Vision.. My Dream... Painting on the Porch!	THIS IS MY DREAM I have a dream of creating a space where I can paint and talk to people. Where others can come and create art and perhaps music. It is like painting on the porch... a wonderful experience I had while house sitting in Santa Cruz, California. Painting on the Porch: I sit here on the porch in beautiful Santa Cruz painting and watching the people. It is early morning and the joggers and dog walkers are out. As the morning progresses people are hurrying to work and then the university students arrive and hurry on to their classes. The moms get their children off to school. By mid morning the grandmothers and grandfathers are heading to town for their collection of needed groceries. The morning is full of many people, all ages. Then a whole new group arrives in the afternoon. After a few days of this routine of me painting and watching the people some notice my painting and say hello. Some ask if they can come closer. Within a couple of weeks I have a couple of students stopping by asking me about art techniques. Other artists start arriving and one joins me for an afternoon. Then a young man comes and sits and just talks and tells me about his worries and concerns. Before I know it many people are stopping to share their world. A mommy with three small children arrive. She just wants to talk. The kiddies are restless so I set up a table with brushes, paint and paper and they create beautiful abstracts. Mommy and me talk about dreams. This is my Dream... My Vision.
From Jan through April 2009 I had the wonderful opportunity to paint on the Porch. Many people came. Many ideas and wisdom was shared. And a few new artists were born.
I received my art training while working full time as a Registered Nurse. A retired professor had opened his home as private art institute for people just like me, ones that wanted to create but who had to work to maintain their families. He had the studio open from 7 am til 11 pm and his students could come anytime. As I painted on the porch and told others his story many aspiring artists told me they would love it if they had a place to create.

THE TRUTH OF MY WORLD

~ I live in a multidimensional world ~

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