The Cone of Power

In my last post, I wrote about a healing technique called coning. This is how coning works. The cone of power is raised to collect, form, concentrate and send psychic energy. Without direction, energy either dissolves without outcome or deteriorates into nervous tension. Energy can be raised in many ways such as meditation, prayer, chanting, music, or dancing. Coning can either be done with a group or by an individual. It strengthens the transformation of the events and the Be-ings for which it is raised.

Basically, the cone is a visualization. A highly charged thought-form, the cone gains power and life during ceremony or worship. It is the focus of the group power or individual mind. It is a force that can change things in the world. The cone contains all the energy and focus that is generated during the ceremony and, as an image, is directed toward making the change that is desired. This image is directed by visualization into such shapes as cones, spirals, bubbles, fireworks, or waterfalls. The cone is then sent out into the universe, or to God/Goddess, or sent out and brought back to serve the receptive individuals.

In the first stage, the energy is concentrated and raised. There are a number of ways this is done. Sound is one of the ways. The sound is created with drums, rattles, chants, singing, or toning. The energy is also raised to high frequency through meditation, prayer and visualization. As the tension of the energy increases, the cone raises and the intensity and speed of the sound escalates. The energy is raised to its highest pitch, and before it begins to fade, the sound is quickly stopped. The cone is then visualized as going out into the universe. Alternately, the cone's energy can be visualized as going out, coming back and entering into the forms of those who have need. Visualize the purpose and wishes that are in need of enhancement as the cone's energy enters the body. To allow the transformations to take place, with willing acceptance, draw the energy within.

During the visualization, the cone is seen as fireworks or rockets spraying out into the universe and then the colors being drawn into the heart or chakras of the participants. If the cone is seen as a waterfall, the energy rising and falling is absorbed inward. If the cone is viewed as a bubble, the orb of light surrounds and is breathed by the recipients. The energy of the cone as a spiral aspect sends swirls from the Earth to the Universe and back again, holding the wishes for transformation and transmutation.

In the next stage, after the cone of power is raised and released to do its work, the energy is grounded. In this powerful silence, bend, or sit, and touch the palms of the hands to the floor or ground. Hold them there for a few minutes. The forehead can also be touched to the ground. This is sometimes called "earthing the energy." The reason is to discard any energy that remains. There is no harm in losing energy that is desired or positive, but it can get uncomfortable if not cleared. One can become emotional, have trouble sleeping, or even become tense or angry for no apparent reason.

Extra unreleased energy can manifest as nervous tension. Grounding is a good way to prevent overloading the circuits as there is a huge amount of energy that passes through the bodies and Be-ings during a coning session. Nothing needed is ever lost and grounding is a good way to bring energy back into balance. Sometimes a small amount of food is used by participants to fully bring them back from between worlds and to this Earth plane. But touching the ground with the hands does the same thing and should always be done. See or feel the energy leaving your hands and entering the Earth. Direct the energy to heal the Earth.

In the final stage, any gods, God, Goddess, Devas, elementals, directions, or guides that answered the invitation to assist, are thanked and released. Coning is a simple, harmless and profound way to work many miracles. If you initiate the ceremony of coning or prayer with good intent and a sense of humor, as well as a sense of reverence, all will be well.

Give it a whirl.

Up Next: Outline for performing an Animal Coning

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Stinky

It's about 11 p.m. on a weeknight. I'm sitting, here, at the computer reading a few blogs. I hear the laundry porch door slap its closing. The husband must be done working on his car. Footsteps. Footsteps stop. I wait for the familiar sound of the fridge door closing and a glass of milk being poured. Or the plink of the remote control as he tunes into the poker tour, the golf channel or the Giant's baseball game. Silence. A big, fat, loud silence follows his footsteps. His sharp and jagged presence pierce my calm. I'm trying not to show annoyance--he's harshing my mellow.

I turn toward him.

He gives me "the look."

No, not the late night, boudoir look that is usually paired with a coaxing pat to my rump roast!

The other one. The one that says stop what you are doing. I need your help now!

Doing my wifely duty, I ask him what is wrong.

He tells me that Maaco just got sprayed by a skunk in the back yard. Maaco the Thunder Dog has been on a roll lately--and not a good one.


Every so many summers, the skunks decide that the best way to get to the field across the street from our house is through our back yard. They are headed for the neighborhood run-off water that is captured in a culvert. My older dogs tangoed many a losing dance with the skunks when they were pups. They got sprayed so frequently in a short span of time, that the dog groomer gave me the recipe to her secret de-skunking potion. I like to think she took pity on my finances, but it was probably out of self-defense. I can only imagine what her clients thought when I towed my two protesting, malodorous canines into her shop. Bless her, she was a patient woman.

They finally learned not to mess with critters that looked like large black and white kitties with big tails. But not Thunder Dog. He came to us a couple of years later. Until tonight, he's never seen a skunk. His tailgating the south end of this one ended in a skunk-cident. So at midnight, I gathered up the three magic ingredients and we set about washing one putrid four-legged in the garden. Skunk spray is so toxic at close range that it makes your eyes and mouth water. It is nauseatingly noxious. They should use the stuff for chemical warfare. Skirmishes would end quickly. Saddam would wave the white flag.


As we were drying Thunder Dog off, B.B., one of our other dogs, commenced with a barking and pouncing fit. The husband went to quiet her down and discovered that the skunk was still in the yard. We couldn't tell if he was dead, injured or just playing possum so the dogs would leave him alone. We weren't about to go close enough to find out. After getting the dog and ourselves clean, we snuggle into bed for the evening. Still worrying about the fate of poor skunky, I decide to perform a coning.


Coning is a raising, concentrating and directing of psychic energy. On Thursday, I will go into the process of coning but for today, you have enough information. The technique I choose to use this night also employs the help of nature in the healing. Before going to sleep, I visualize the skunk and get into a meditative state. I appeal to the appropriate guides to help with that which is for the highest and best good for the animal. How long I linger in that state, I do not know. I just keep focusing on the well being of skunky. After several hours I experience something new--even to me.

I notice that I have become very expanded. Thin. I don't mean body weight wise. I mean thin as in substance.

Like atmosphere or steam. I am not a liquid or a solid so I must be a gas.

Oh, stop! I wrote "be a gas" not have gas.

I'm serious. I become the space between the cells. The stillness between the breaths. The quiet between thoughts.

No body. Pure space.

I feel like I still have eyes and can see. At one point, I go quite a distance out from my center, turn back and look at myself. I see that I am as thin as vapor--with stars, planets, and galaxies for eyes. Universes are my face. I stay in that cosmic, stretched state. I feel calm. I feel comforted.

Eternal.

Without Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, I disappear into myself.


In the early hours of morning, I venture outside. Skunky has gone. I hope that when we left and all settled down, that with our help, he got his bearings and, uninjured, headed back to his family. I honor all of the helpful guides, Devas, and the animal's higher self and ask them to end the coning by disconnecting one by one. The coning ends. So does my evening in the garden of good and stinky.

The Chiaroscuro Effect

On this night noir, the grapefruit moon cuts a chiaroscuro effect. His low-key, back light gives a shimmer to the vapors schoonering across his Swiss cheese face. With my hair flying around my head and lifting against my arms, I press the button.




John F. Kennedy's voice, echoing off the concrete dam, fills the void of nearly 50 years. Fills my ears with the recording of his dedication speech. He was here. Here--dedicating Whiskeytown Dam--less than two months before his assassination in 1963.




It feels like he never left. Like a ghostly part of him remains in the peace of this post-card-worthy valley. A part that never went to Dallas. A part that is still married to Jackie. A part that comforts his son, John Jr., as he drowns in the ocean a few miles off the island of Martha's Vineyard. A part that visits his grandchildren born of Caroline.


I jump as I feel his hand lightly brush mine. Is it my imagination? The logical part of my mind tells me it is but all of my other senses, including my eyes, tell me that he is right here in front of me speaking.

Ribbon Bridge

Quick post today. This morning's walk to the "first of its kind" ribbon stress bridge in North America. This bridge was opened in 1990 and spans the Sacramento River. It is very close to my house. We have a wonderful trail system here that you can walk or bike for miles and miles and miles.

The Trinity House

Claws

At the Trinity House

I don't like moving. I live in the same house that I moved into when I married 33 years ago. But that doesn't mean I don't like change. I do. I like change a lot. My work environment is changing. It makes me sad that I am pushed to move, but once decided, my excitement for new experiences is climbing.


I have been very happy with all the ladies I work with, there are over 40 of us. It is rare that so many women can work together with minimum conflict. Note I wrote conflict, not drama. Drama is an integral part of such a large grouping. But my dissension is not so much with the drama as just needing to be in a place of stable ownership. My days of trying to help owners overcome their self-destructive patterns seems to be at an end. I am most certainly glad to help. But over the years, I have put my own desires and interests behind others in the name of helping them run their businesses successfully. To heck with what I want. Time and time again. The last time, nearly five years ago, I said never again. From now on, I run my business for me alone.


What happens next? Immediately I find myself in the same situation. What kind of karma am I trying to burn? What is up with the same scenario over and over. I have walked a way from three businesses with nothing while leaving the owners with what I have added. A great opportunity presented itself to me once I started looking, and I am going to take it. This time it is for me. Maybe this is the lesson of my karmic Groundhog Day.

I like this house. It is very similar to the one in which I live. The energy is calm and peaceful even though it is a bustling little business. The mighty Sacramento River runs to the back side of the building. My massage room is upstairs, on the river side of the house under the shade trees, where you see the windows on the roof. They are screened windows that can be opened when the weather is nice. And plants. I can have plants because they will get some light. I am looking forward to being in this space. I am looking forward to all of the great healing and energy work I can do here. Oh, yeah, it suits me!

In the Moment

Our family will soon arrive from Minnesota. It has been nine years since my husband's older brother visited the left coast. Oh, we've been back to see them a number of times. We went to graduations. Attended the three weddings of my nieces. Celebrated the subsequent births of four nieces and nephews. All wonderful, happy events.

What caused my brother-in-law's lapse in return trips? I think it was the death of his mother. He hasn't been here since her funeral in the spring of 2000. It is easier to deny endings when you are not present.

What pushed the button for return to the homeland after 10 years? Perhaps the need to face the reality of death, the demise of the physical body. An older brother diagnosed and, successfully, treated for prostate cancer. A younger brother struck with a heart attack at 57. Both illnesses occurring within a couple of months of each other. A time for healing family scars.

I often admire animals. They have a brain. We have minds. There is a difference. We know what it means to our mortality when we are told that we have a fatal disease. All they know is the smell of a scent on the wind. Water to drink. Food to eat. They are in the moment with total unconcern for what is coming, good or bad. All in all, not such a bad existence, I think.

I'm looking forward to being in the moment with my family.

Wonder Flux

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There is a lot going on in the Wonderland right now! Changes, rearranges, transformations, and shifts are occurring in many areas of the Queendom.

Communication will be sketchy for a couple of weeks. The Wonderland is still experiencing computer connectivity issues. Since getting a new computer and modem in April, I am still constantly trying to stay connected or re-connect to the Internet. The queen is experiencing a royal pain in the tukus. I have traced the problem to the fact that the modem the cable provider is using is not compatible with Windows Vista. After all the time I've spent with tech support, you would think they would fess up that the problem is on their end. This is obviously something of which they have to be aware. All they tell me is that my modem is getting their signal so there should be no problem. I say big problem if I am getting the boot and having to do system restores several times a day. If they would have told me this right up front, I could have just gone and bought my own modem instead of using the one they provide. So, the queen will be working out these complications while rolling a few heads.

Visitors are due to arrive in Wonderland on the first of July. My brother-in-law and his wife are coming out to the left coast. It has been nine years since their last visit. I will be changing my workplace the first of August. More on this later. I am in the midst of a whizz-bang cleaning and organizing binge. I am not sure what has come over me, but there are big changes on the wind.

I am having a Feng Shui moment. An ancient Chinese system, Feng Shui uses the laws of both Heaven (astronomy) and Earth (geography) to balance energies and promote positive qi, or good energy. And so it goes with my work environment, my home and yard, myself and my family. And the dogs better not stop in one spot for too long or they might end up with Mohawks. I am not very well educated in the art of Feng Shui so am going at it with more of an intent than strict adherence to the laws.

I have a correction on my last post, Lithia. It should have read that the Summer Solstice occurred in the Northern Hemisphere and the Winter Solstice occurred in the Southern Hemisphere. I have always believed it to be this way, but I went to a site to get the solstice time and it was stated as being in the Eastern and Western Hemispheres. I looked at a global map and it looked like it could be plausible. Thanks, Reya, for pointing out the error and allowing me the opportunity to correct the information.

For the next couple of weeks, I will be limping around Blog World as nimbly as possible. But as the Red Queen says to Alice, “it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”

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