I like to ...
​​​ ~ unaccept the unacceptable ~
~ make sense of the nonsensical ~
~ smooth and ruffle feathers ~
~ do, see & think about cool shit ~
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Biofield Tuning
Remedial massage
Traditional Chinese medicine
Animal Communication
Nutrition - food as medicine
Permaculture, Syntropic gardening
Herbs, Oils & aromas
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The biofield and how I tune it ...
Perhaps the 'aura', is all you think you know about the unseen energies that extend beyond the dense material we see and feel as 'the body'? Well, there's more ...
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Perhaps picturing 'radio waves' is how you understand 'frequency'? It's what comes to my mind.
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Everything broadcasts its own 'signal' whose waves 'pulse'
at a particular frequency.
Literally everything does this and when we are quiet enough we CAN sense and make sense of the information we receive ...
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We may easily see the effects of a pebble dropped into a puddle but ​'every wave holds almost unfathomable information that cannot be seen with an unseeing eye'. To feel, hear, smell, intuit, perceive or know the information that's riding those waves is virtually 'a lost art' in most cultures, even though it's awesome to be able to consciously perceive that information (and pretty much any one can do it!).
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The purr of my childhood cat started my own conscious somatic journey with other beings' wave forms. ​​​​
It's the waveforms of another being's trauma that I witness and embody before 'improving the cadence and tone'
(and therefore alleviating the trauma), with my tuning tools, thereby 'manipulating' the biofield.
~ The biofield of information (which feels to me more like an intricately subtle bubble of water filled with 'stuff'), floating around the body and (at the same time), an extension of our body, is like a 3D reflection of every single experience experienced since we became a sprouted seed inside our mother's womb ~
This 'Biofield manipulation' is essentially no different to ingesting a tincture - the tincture ingredients all vibrate at their own frequency as well as any synergetic waves that are created by ingredients who've joined forces inside the tincture mix.
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During a session I use my tuning forks, my voice, my hands, my attentive mind,
my intention and 'my' crystals to manipulate and harmonise that which is asking to be manipulated and harmonised.​
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Following the session I then offer guidance on how to maintain the freshly harmonised body.​​​
Sometimes this recalibration can cause a welling and release of emotions, which may occur during the session,
a few weeks later, or even next year.
Sometimes this detox process can be uncomfortable - the body is kicked into motion to spring clean and the liberated toxins will pass through whichever orifice or pore is required.
But any discomfort is usually pretty mild, if at all - the higher self allows only as much as the person can handle with a tuning session. Tunings I've received have cleared major burdens which have then taken me weeks to process through my body. Everything from buckets of tears, to cathartic screaming, to a 'tiredness' that I'd never experienced (turns out it was what being 'relaxed' actually feels like!), mucous exiting the respiratory tract to sweats and low grade fever - all from letting go of residual trauma embedded within my body and reflected in my biofield. But I can deal with ripping off band aids quickly - my higher self agrees with my 'go hard' attitude towards clearing my shit and my own tuner Sarah happily goes in hard with me. But taking a step back before the curative processes start to take place, it can be said that (for just about all of us), the body (and in reflection, the biofield), has been subject to seemingly infinite (and infinitesimal) traumas that saturate us to the verge of germination of 'illness'. From the point of conception, this 'dis-ease causing exposure' to (eg) our mother's poor diet, or medications that come through the umbilical cord, to the subconscious negative thoughts and feelings of our father as he drifted to sleep following conception, to the touch of our grand-mother's voice during our first trimester - everything leaves an imprint on us. Everything. We even hold the whisperings of our ancestors within our biome - these dissonances most often remain hidden from our consciousness, which it takes a tuned in practitioner to recognise. When I tune in to the biofield, there's no hiding from or in the trauma. I feel everything - sadness, anger, frustration, pain, nausea, anxiety, fright. shame etc, and then I retune the body and the biofield until those uncomfortable sensations transmute. It doesn't matter 'where' or 'who' they come from - it may be a long passed great-great grandfather, or a recent 'event'. Sometimes things clear quickly. Sometimes I sit 'on the spot' for an hour (eg with cases traumatic in-utero medication toxicosis). While there are some foundations laid and ground rules followed for every session, because every person (including myself!), has been exposed to a unique soup of experiences, there's no specific formula I use. While each and very session sings its own tune, if I don't write down or share information as it comes to hand, I will have forgotten it within a few minutes. It's not my story to carry. I've found also that as soon as I exit the space I'm conducting the session in (regardless of whether there's also a physical body present), any residual emotions and energy that I've embodied exits almost instantaneously. Sometimes it lingers a little (misery loves company!), but nothing my concentrated attention (+/- grounding, or even a remedial bath after a long day's forking!), can't expel or balance out within myself. Suffice to say that I've witnessed a huge range of changes from a single forking. From sleeplessness morphing into deep cathartic slumber, to unfreezing chronically frozen joints and fractures, to deep relaxation, to turning over a new leaf., to grounded energisation ... from long term pain and stagnation disappearing to a simple fear induced mental paralysis resolving.​ While I do love to work this magic no matter where on earth the being I'm tuning is, in all honesty, nothing comes close to the sensation of having an activated tuning fork perfectly placed on your body. Regardless, the catharsis is palpable ... the transformation is astounding.
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Even our thoughts cause waves (eg brainwaves), as well as our emotions AND our reactions to other people's emotions / words / brainwaves.​
Yet for most of us, we don't practice refining and amplifying our innate ability to perceive these subtle stimuli and responses.
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Most of us need to be retrained in order to tune in to the nuances of the electric bodies we live in (and around!)
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​~ It's one thing to see the sunlight passing through pollution unpolluted, but it's another to feel the pollution sharing the same etheric space as the sunlight ~
~ Our body is sending and receiving all manner of information that can harm AND help us AND everything we (and our 'radio waves') come into contact with ~
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~ The etheric superhighway soup is full of nuances and pieces of information that are so refined, it takes extra sensory perception and practice to remember it's there ~
Why Animal Communication ?
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When I was young, animal communication was something I truly believed I was having with all my animal pals. But, it wasn't until many years later, when I watched a clip taken from a documentary about a south african animal communicator - this woman tuned in to animals and expressed for them in a way I'd never experienced; I realised I'd been having myself on. Sure, sure, I had deep empathy and symptathy for my non-speaking loved ones my entire life, and I was a doting and clever friend to them, but I'd tended to speak 'over the top of them', ignoring their true truths because my ‘I know best’ bossiness was louder in my mind. I’d been brainwashed into belittling them. One of my favourite stories back then was of Dr Dolittle. Anthropomorphic in nature, the story showed the animals ‘talking’ like humans. And it wasn’t just that one. Simba the white lion, Charlotte's web. Just about every book and movie I could devour as a kid was about animals or kids in nature. But the content was either anatomical / physiological, scientific method type stuff or, 'animal on a quest' as depicted through that very narrow human like lens. To break free of this anthropocentric fantasy realm can be challenging for most - we really do believe the stories we've been spoon fed by by people who comply with 'systems' that don't necessarily have our collective best interests at heart. Watching the little clip of animal communicator Anna Breytenbach listening to a leopard (click on the 'Shout out' tab for more of amazing Anna), sent me into a two week stupor. I was deeply ashamed of the countless opportunities I'd missed to consciously listen to my furred and feathered friends when they could have really done with a sympathetic ear; my tiny anthropocentric jigsaw puzzle piece finally got tossed away into my 'crappy false beliefs' pile after watching the first minute of the doco. Fortunately for me, a couple of years after committing myself to remembering how to tune in to the voices of non-humans, I was offered the opportunity to receive experiential teachings from Anna over the course of several years. These immersions have opened glorious doorways for me, leading to incredible experiences getting to know both my non-human brethren and also that rare species of genuine communicators who are capable of parting with their subjective, human centred lens. It's changed my life like nothing else in ways words simply cannot describe. Delving in that realm has made it even more challenging for me to live in close proximity to the chaotic dissonance of 'modern life'. This dissonant energy tends to suck - if we're not connected to the hum of nature's non-human life, our body (and our biofield) suffer; most humans who refuse to see that realm are effectively living in a state of disconnected suffering - what my body feels when tuned in to it is 'melancholia'. That said, remembering and witnessing and practising the art of animal communication has grounded me in to this earthly experience like nothing else, enabling a tolerance of and love for my fellow humans like never before. It's truly expanded and empowered my consciousness. My capacity to embrace everything my non-human compadres have to offer me has become limitless. With far less drama, far more honesty, rawness and realness than humans (who just looooove a story), the non-human world (for me) lives closer to 'god's will' than that of we struggling humans. Our biofield information tends to be more convoluted and nuanced. My tune ins are basically absorbing and sensing through my body, intuition and mind, manifesting mostly as feelings, visions and 'words' in my head's mind. Having to describe to a human what I'm sensing during a session can be challenging for me because of my limited english vocabulary, but no words are necessary for me to receive from an animal (or a plant, or an elemental; or a human!). Non-human language is completely fresh and very invigorating. Recognising the openness and honesty within the space of inter-species communication lovingly forces me (by default) to be honest with the non-human beings I engage with at a therapeutic level. In the tune in space, there are no lies to be denied by either of us, however animals (especially the wild ones) don't lie to themselves like domesticated beings can. Most humans have taken on board some monumental lies, most importantly (I believe), the ones about about our true capacity to participate in the unseen realms here in earth. Participation in life. When we acknowledge these opportunities to participate, we start to meet beings in a world who have been waiting patiently for us to join in. This world is a very cut and dry world where most things know their place and how to be present in every moment. The dense body is merely a place of residence for the 'spirit' and the 'soul' - there's reverence but rarely attachment to the vehicle. This reverence allows for maximum 'performance' when living, the dis-attachment allows for minimum angst when dying. My desire to coexist in honourable, close proximity with my untamed non-human kin sees me having a lot of solo adventures and making choices that are weird and uncompromising. Encouraging spiders to take out the mosquitoes and bugs rather than bug spray (which kills ALL of us btw) is just the tip of my ice-berg of 'true ecologically beneficial practices'. Teaming up with my non-human community to work towards balance together makes me feel like I'm hanging with the winners. Sure, teaming with cool human peeps to pull off something amazing brings me an adrenaline high and a delightful smugness, but co-creating through considerate consultation with non-human co-creators makes me beam with self satisfaction and pride.
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Permaculture & syntropic gardening
as pathways to the subtle energies
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I received my first permaculture books for my 21st birthday in the early 90's (big shout out to Bill Mollison RIP and Dave Holgrem); I'd become interested in learning how to be a part of a self sustaining system that didn’t require me to go to ‘the shop’ in order to be nourished. As a kid I lived as much as I was allowed to outdoors. I was always climbing trees, mowing, hacking privets, sweeping, repairing fences - without ever being asked to do so by my parents. Making forts and plastic bottomed swim holes in our little bush section during summer. Splitting wood for the pot belly stove in winter. I've always enjoyed the doingness of knowing how to do things and connecting as much as I can with nature. That said, I didn't start sculpting my immediate landscape until I was in my own home without risk of landlord intervention deterring my head full of ideas. While syntropic gardening and oasis creation may appear to have come naturally to me (some of my earliest memories are of riding in a leaf filled wheelbarrow and crawling around in my dad's food garden bed in the back yard), in fact, it took decades to reach the point that I was completely at ease with single handedly altering my own landscape (and house!) and growing an abundance of nutritional and medicinal plants in my own yard. It was decades later that I became confident enough to express my trust in the subtle messages I was continuously receiving from the natural world all around me. My mind is often busy seeing how things could be ‘improved’ through a non-judgmentally critical lens and I am enthralled with (and practised in) building and construction methods that fall outside the box of what limited ‘government regulations’ often allow. To garner the wisdom of my plant brothers and sisters and put it to good use is (for me) a no brainer … Who am I to tell a plant what’s best for it? Who am I to label god's creatures 'pests', 'noxious' or 'nasty' - these are human constructs that simply don't have any meaning in the non-human world, so my views regarding ‘environmental management’ are more often very different to those espoused by bureaucratic addicts. Once you remember how to talk to them, the plant world offers a completely different perspective on how to live sustainably and joyfully in this realm. Live and let live. Be patient. Look for and copy patterns. Give and take care. Emulate the masters of the biome (biomimicry). Allow the experts (and I DON'T mean humans when I say this), to do their job. It's all pretty easy when we choose to stop believing that nature is out to get us.
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