Tara Writings

Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy

Australia is calling, and excitedly Cheyenne and I board a plane for Sydney. Richard is coming too. We are featured speakers at the MindBodySpirit Festival held at Darling Harbor. I am conducting Native American meditations, while Richard will be helping his group find ‘Answers from Spirit’. Cheyenne is going through the troubling teen years. As a mother I am aware of her need to be doted on and I take the opportunity to arrange a ‘kid trip’. I book the Oz Experience Bus. Here is their advertising: The Oz experience bus travels by day because you came to see ALL of Australia! There’s a stack of included activities en route; learn to surf, barefoot bowling, bush walking, outback experience, mini-goat rodeos, beaches…

Years have gone by of this experience, but the magic of this time is still present in my life now. I want to share it with you.

It is one thing to be in Australia’s lovely cities and quite another to venture out into a land that has deadly creatures. Richard has read me bits and pieces of Bill Bryson’s “A Sun-Burned Country” and although comical, the fear factor is strong. And on our first day we experience a locust swarm. The bugs splat against the windshield and there aren’t just a few, there are millions. Our poor young driver is having a heck of a time seeing out the bus windshield. We are in the middle of a bug storm that lasts hours. Somber, we all watch and give the driver gentle confidence. Luckily getting out of the bug zone, we continue to a farm on the edge of the outback that borders the location to the biggest telescope in the world. We decide to take a walk before dinner. Many Kangaroo are starting to come out to feed. They stop to stare as deer would do. I send pink light from my third eye. They in turn send me a spiraling vibration. At dinner I ask the farmer if Kangaroo ever get bit by ‘Brown Snakes’ and he say’s “No”. At that moment I realize that Kangaroo have an ancient way of letting the snakes know they are not food or danger.

Siding Spring Observatory — Oz’s foremost optical astronomy research center sends over an astronomer during the evening for a lecture on stars and space. Afterwards we are sent to our luxurious cinderblock cement floor rooms, the bathrooms are at the end of the building. Cheyenne is bunking with some of the other young travelers to make some friends. I dream.

I begin this lucid dream where I am just west of the farm, a rounded mountain is off to my left. An old Aboriginal Shaman is smiling into my face, dressed in a maroon tunic and has a black and yellow staff. He draws a circle in the dirt and takes my hand and places me in the circle, we are facing west and he looks into my face and then points west. Oh, and I get it right away, he wants me to travel further west into the outback. And I laugh saying, ‘oh I don’t know about that’. And he smiles at me, again pointing me west.

I awaken and open my door to seven kangaroo. Why are they only at my door? I realize they are waiting for the pink light. I walk down to the bathroom, they are still waiting for me when I re-emerge, wanting more of the pink light. At the processed breakfast, down to the instant granule coffee, I ask the farmer to tell me about the rounded mountain off to the left of the farm. “It’s an Aborigine Sacred Mountain. The region is called Warrumbungle National Park.”

Later I am playing with teal colored crawfish. Richard shouts as the bus prepares to leave. Off for days of traveling, we are headed to watering holes to swim, hikes, sights to see and to horseback ride. On the ride there is an option to wear your bathing suit, we are given Standardbreds off the racetrack, I let my horse out at his full pace. The smoothness is heavenly. Cautiously we swim with the horses in the river. Our guides don’t seem to be bothered. “No worries, the crocs are in Queensland”. We are only a short distance away from the border.

We arrive into Bryon Bay at dusk, what a sweet sight to see the Ocean and experience this little town which reminds me of what Maui must’ve been like in the 1970’s. We again are whisked into sleeping with a load of other folks and we decide it might be time to consider our Oz Experience over and find another hotel. We step into a nice place off the sea. The hotel’s bathroom is black and white stone, Cheyenne lies on the floor moaning in bliss at having a real bathroom. I’m elated as well, we have amenities.

On the ‘to do’ board, there is an ad of an Aboriginal didgeridoo maker who will teach you to make one for $175.00 Australian dollars. Cheyenne says she’d like this, I start tracking this man down before the sun sets. I have her starting the next morning making her own didgeridoo. They will create the instrument from total scratch and the process will take 5 days. Her teacher Ken Dickson asks if we’d like to go into the outback with him to gather more didgeridoo wood. He’ll charge us $500.00 Australian for the three of us to accompany him. Going over and over in my mind is the Shamanic dream I had, pointing me westward. I talk it over with Richard and Cheyenne, who of course consider the idea insane. I tell them I’ll be back in a few days, as I know I have to go. There is no question for me, I’ve been called to go to a holy place or meet a holy person.

The next morning, the three of us check out of the hotel and climb into Ken’s newly acquired vehicle. He has wood in the back that I have to sit on riding over to his house. I feel I could have the heebie-jeebies as the spiders are god-awful in Australia but I am calm and trusting in the process. We are less than a few miles down the road when we run out of gasoline. Ken walks off into the distance to find petrol. Richard looks at me and says ‘this can’t be a good omen’ as he knows my whole existence is reading signs. I tell him to look up at the hawk, as it’s shadow casts over my body. I say, “you can go back to town and stay, but I must go”. Ken comes back with his gas can. Did I mention there is no air conditioning in his vehicle? Soon again on the road, we’re heading out into the outback with our chain-smoking Aboriginal guide.

Along the way, Ken lets us know that he’ll have his friend joining our convoy. At 11pm we stop into a roadside diner and meet up with Ken’s friend, Howie. Ken would like to ride with Howie so Richard takes over driving. We still have the windows down, it’s December and the summer season. Joining us are lots of ‘Christmas Bugs’ – black spider looking flying bugs. They are incredibly ugly but don’t bite. Richard flicks one off the windshield and it lands on my bare legs where the coffee I am holding goes flying. Richard’s even more upset as he’s now in the middle of Australia not knowing where he is going and for what reason. To make matters more intense, whenever you see the “Road-Trains” coming, you must move immediately to the side of the road and stop. They can easily cause you to lose control of your vehicle as they haul 2-6 container trailers at a time.

At 2am we come to a little motel and head to our rooms. We are off again at 8am to beat the heat. At noon we stop for a few minutes and I decide to ride with Howie. After all, he has a brand new Mitsubishi 4-wheel drive with air conditioning. I ask Richard and Cheyenne to join me, but they are content driving with all the windows open even though the sun is scorching. I haven’t met our co-guide yet and find myself in deep metaphysical conversation very fast. He didn’t know he was going to meet us. He reaches in the back seat and pulls out a book. “This is for you, I ran back into the house to retrieve this before I left”. The book’s title “When you see the Emu in the Sky” Elizabeth Fuller, an American woman’s experience with the Aboriginal people. Howie is kind and articulate. He tells me of his work, and that the most magnificent sight I will see in the outback will be the sky at night.

Boy, Howie is right. As I stand in the middle of the darkness, the sky becomes a planetarium as though I can reach and almost touch the stars. They are 360 degrees around me, rising from the ground in front of me to the outer reaches of space. I spend hours every night in wonder. The peacefulness of it all gives me nights of deep restful sleep.

We settle into a trailer encampment they regard as a motel. It’s on the edge of flat desert type land, and in the town of Hebel. The next little station or town is many miles away. We are in what they call a tin box. There is a small pub where we can make sandwiches and barbeque at night. Ken has made a deal with a sweet family for wood on their land, they have an opal mine. The owner pours opals into Cheyenne’s hands for her to keep. In return all their friends of the area come over to have palms read by me. News travels fast in a place where you think no one lives. I am asking the locals if there are any holy places or holy people to meet. They all look at me rather blankly in this respect. In the meantime, Howie and I talk. He tells me about his tribe affiliations and that he owns a didgeridoo and Aboriginal souvenir shop in Byron Bay. I tell him that we were in it, and that I found it to be one of the most beautiful shops I’ve seen. He seems pleased.

Ken wants to put the didge wood into Howie’s car and have us ride in his car, but I take matters in the planning department and say we are riding in the air-conditioned vehicle. It is 107*-113* every day and although we are fairing the heat very well, I decide we don’t need to stay in Ken’s car. Especially as he chain smokes, though he is nice as peach. The didgeridoo wood is hollowed out by termites and their mounds are everywhere. I don’t know if we’re carrying back any of the little bugs back into civilization. I am happy for the switch.

Howie as he drives along answers my questions, he tells me stories of holy men and women of the Aborigine. I’m a little worried that I still haven’t had a real epiphany or contact with said holy person or place. But as we are driving, there is a spotted cat dead on the side of the road. The fur is magnificent and Howie turns to me in the back seat and says he’s never seen one before. It is a very rare cat and is the fourth animal of his personal ancestry. He turns to me again, and says I now know I am to tell you. He turns his attention back to his driving and begins to tell us that he is being groomed to represent all the tribes of Australia as a great Shaman.

I have been with my holy person the whole time. May Howie’s genuineness and humanity always rest gently in my heart. I then ask him his tribal name. It is Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy.

We said our good-byes, but Howie and I remain in contact.

I regard Howie as effortlessly powerful. We came together for those brief days just to stir each other’s energy into greater accomplishment and harmony. His Shamanic power changed my life, and Cheyenne’s. She went on to become Valedictorian of High School. After she came home from the Australia trip she decided she really liked to study and her whole life opened up to experience love, beauty, learning and happiness. Howie cleared our paths, even though clearing can be a bit painful at times. I continue to honor his ability from across the whole world. He is someone I had to know this life….

And Howie allows me to share a message he wrote to me:

Hi Tara, How you doing there sweetie?

You know, I think about you and your family fairly regularly. You have burnt a permanent spot inside of my spirit all in a good way.

So how has life been treating you? How are your seminars etc going?

I still have not yet managed to get away over to the States, but this year coming is my launching off all over the show, so you will definitely be seeing and hearing from me for sure.

I have been going on a fair amount of spiritual journeys since having met you. It was like the doors opened up for me – like you were the usher to this new wonderful world that I am now receiving and experiencing.

I have been doing “Sundance Ceremonies” in New Zealand over the past couple of years and that has just been amazing.

I would dearly love to see you again. Spirit has been placing on my heart that you are thinking of a return to Australia. If this is what is happening please let me know so that I can support your journey/stay here.

If you were intending to run some seminars/workshops etc, I can certainly help you with venues, advertising etc in the Byron Bay region, as well as other Australian cities etc.

Hope that all is well with you and the family and I look forward to seeing and hearing from you.

Loads of love to you,

Howie xoxox —Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy

If you are interested in Howie and his work, he’s on facebook – http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=702482590

I feel the generation of light family gatherings to be, becoming more and more increased. It is great to be connecting with light beings from around the globe that are sharing similar visions and pathways. The time is right here for all of us to embrace and take a hold of the intention that we possess individually in our contribution to the “Whole”. ~Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy

Two Tara’s in Chinatown

I set off on an adventure today with Tara Marino, Elegant Fem Specialist. We went down to Chinatown in Los Angeles. I hadn’t been there for years. I had tinges of nostalgia, and it made me miss venturing out more. I forget how wonderful it is to explore all the ’cubby holes’ this city has to offer. Tara M has been my client for awhile now, gifted to me by Extraordinary Ellie Drake of Braveheart Women. Tara is elegant herself and soulful. I know we are going to enjoy the day.

We glide into Los Angeles as though I drive it often. And we find a wonderful parking lot near all the shops. Off we go, to find a place recommended by Dr Lisa Wong. Excitedly we head to the back counter of a big grocery store only to find the Herbal Expert only sees people on Wednesday’s and Saturdays. Today is Thursday. I decide to be forward and ask if they recommend anyone. They say ‘come back Saturday’. I look at Tara and whisper “Remember…we walk in magic”. We head out of the store, both of us a little disappointed. All the colors and sounds feel like we are in a foreign land. I decide to ask sales clerks in stores where there is an Herbal Specialist. And Mike in a Men’s suit shop gives us the whole lay of the land. Prices, places, recommendations, food - the only thing I didn’t ask him was finding psychic readers…. Maybe…. that will be next time.

We venture into the new recommended Herb shop and ask if we can have our pulses read and tongue’s examined. A woman tells us to wait and she’ll be right back. Tara motions to the wooden drawers and points to the sign. Reminding me that I mentioned all sorts of details in her psychic reading. I was telling her she needed to try some Chinese remedies. That is what started the seedling of an idea to gravitate toward Chinatown. We discuss how happy we are as Tara pours us hot green tea from the guest waiting table.

Soon an older gentleman appears, and spends 30 minutes talking with each of us, he writes in beautiful hieroglyphs across the page. The writing is a work of art, as he scripts helpful antidotes for our aches and complaints.

He leaves his desk and begins measuring out this and that. Taking time to weigh everything carefully and thoughtfully. Tara mentions that it’s ‘excellence in graceful motion’. He adds the herbs to butcher paper, it begins to look like a package of potpourri. It doesn’t smell so good though as the wafting blend fills our nostrils. And it takes several repetitive tries to get the difficult cooking instructions in our brain-order.

A woman shopping in the store comes over and says she’s been seeing the herb guy for 15 years and speaks of different techniques and practices in the area. Tara and I tell her how pleased we are with our own personal tea blends. The whole process including the tea pot has cost each of us $25.00 and $30.00.

We are enjoying the streets and shops, when all of a sudden some guy gooses me in the buns while walking by. I jump with shocked surprise. Undaunted, it’s time to search for fantastic food and we’re not disappointed, (oh so yummy). On the way to the car we pass a bakery and cannot resist the temptation to enter. We see lotus cakes and we both purchase some. I have yet to try it. I’m thinking I might need to do a little ritual with this cake, that’s made from the seeds of the flower of enlightenment. Create a special little ceremony with my tonic tea, eating a magic donut to help wash down the curing elixir. I’ll let you know how good it tasted.

Ten Chain Co, Broadway, Los Angeles Chinatown

The Mask Ceremony

By Tara Sutphen

I am walking before the group. They speak out on past lives, one by one. One says,"You are an Amazon woman warrior. You are painted with patterns from head to toe. You are rounding up men to come to the Island to impregnate women. After their duties are fulfilled, they are taken back to the mainland and released." Another says," I see many Native American lifetimes." And one of the girls say "I see a woman looking out a window longing for someone to return. Europe perhaps." Another woman says "Do you have a bad ankle? Shackled in prison for writing. A poet." And another says, "Egyptian Royalty and being the confidante of the Pharoah. And of a Pharoah that's mummy is on display somewhere or unwrapped at this time. Either the wife or closest advisor, a Pharoah yourself. Bleed through of a lot of Egyptian lifetimes."

Toni Attell, leader of the group asks "what mask are you going to choose? What mask is choosing you? Tell us what you choose to release? Laid out across the table are 32 beautiful masks. As you would see in Venice, Italy. I see many I'd like to wear. They are all intriguing.

I am going back and forth between an Oriental warrior mask and a pretty clown face. I choose the clown face. It's not Bozo, rather it's simple and plain. I announce that I want to release fear, especially others fears that are not my fears. Once I put on the mask there is no talking only hand gestures and sounds. The group then is directed by Toni and they become the actors in your play.

The players all start bantering to me about their fears, Toni directs me to get mad and push them away, but I'm only empowered when I give love to others. As we are all wounded humans. How can more anger, pain and suffering help another? I realize that I'm into helping rather than thwarting others in their fearful states. But how much energy do I expend would be a better question to ask myself. How can I be most effective?

I can easily see the pitfalls of daily life that we get fearful of, the lack of money, love, health. There are those that worry about the global economy, global warming, and the end of the world. There is fear of death. There is fear of living. We are here on earth to live. What career do you want? How do you want to make money? You are what you eat. Creating the health and body you want. To have love, you must give love, be love, create love. We alone choose to limit ourselves with our own personal baggage.

Earlier in the mask ceremony Toni had us list our "goodbyes" and "hellos" I listed all the hello's first and then realized my list of goodbyes were harder for me to write down. I suggested to myself "clear thinking, no confusion." As I read my hello's outloud, a woman said " you have already mastered many of those things" and I said, "well, I've mastered a lot of it, but there is always room to grow wiser, stronger, healthier, and happier.

I enjoyed being a student. I will be the teacher again in a month or so at the Sedona Creative Life Center. And a lovely place it is...

http://www.sedonacreativelife.com/

Toni Attell

www.attell.com

"We no longer have any fun", my client says. I ask her to "elaborate fun for me". "He's not spiritual enough, he doesn't listen to me, he ignores me and now avoids me. We don't kiss and barely touch each other in the same bed at night" . I ask how long has this been going on and she says three years. "You're only trying to fix the relationship now?" Or waking up to thinking about it now"? I gently ask. Her lower lip starts to tremble and she starts to cry. I hand her kleenex and touch her shoulder. Grounding her, supporting her need to cry.

As she calms down, I guide her to take a deep breath and ask her to close her eyes and guide her through a hypnosis process. As a small example, I ask her to perceive movement in her solar plexus, stomach and heart area. "I want you to feel the humming, the buzzing, the tingling sensation of reactivating the life force in your solar plexus and heart region." I continue, "there is movement and your trust center is there. Your trust center is intact. You don't always know where you are going, but you know you have a beautiful life, trust that this is so".

Activating her life force. I have her "power purge" while in trance getting rid of any guilt, pain, rejection, shame, sadness, phobias or insecurities. I usually name off what I'm feeling my clients issues may be. Angst is not about others that are in your circle, they are about you.

You should not to be screaming to be heard, glaring, furious, fearful, emotionally drained, painfully broken hearted, physically sick or financially strained. Or remotely feeling or being half as dramatic. Are you silently crying? Or crying too loud to hear your inner voice? Tune in and listen to yourself. Are you hearing your real truth within. Take a moment to quiet yourself and your spirit, being gentle on your heart and your mind. Listen to the callings of your life. Observation is the first step. And then you act upon healing.

You may be being asked to change and if you can't hear it without someone acting out around you or you not acting upon your life. Then change will be forced upon you. People are in all sorts of trouble, lonely or sick. Financially, fighting with others, addictions, phobias, getting sickness, cancer or simply running away from the self or others to get away from circumstances. Some people don't have the guts to speak or act. They create chaos and unrest to avoid real love, happiness, or security. What is going on with you? Where have you lost your way? Where is your celebration of life? What do you want? What do you need? As a lover.....as a friend........as a human?

There is a certain amount of responsibility toward your life. Toward your chosen partner. Toward creating a space within yourself to have the partner of your dreams. The key to unlock this secret: You must care for a partner as you want to be treated and loved.

Your viewpoint, your actions create your life. You are not supposed to forget the fun, the sweet feelings, the joy at someone's existence. There are sentiments you love about the people in your present or past. Can you relate how you felt and how you feel now? You come together with others for comradery and comfort. To be loved as you are........wholeheartedly. To love them as they are............No one is unblemished to another, we are only unmarred in the scheme of the soul's life plan. I call it "the perfection of imperfection". We are only perfect in the eyes of God. You must get out of your own way to live your life and to find real fun. It is your life......and you can create a beautiful life.

The Plain White Postcard
By Tara Sutphen
www.myspace.com/tarasutphen

Bequeathing misery on me came in the form of a plain white postcard. The writing barely legible, no signature, no return address. Agony and despair between the words and lines.

The way we create the energetic pathway in our lives intrigues me. As a Metaphysician I teach others to see, hear, and feel on a deeper level. I am a way clearer. What is "really" going on with you? What is "really" going on with others around you? People you are involved with? What aren't you doing in your life to prepare your place in it?

See it, Hear it, Feel it.....Know it.

I thought I should share this little note. Thankfully this isn't a regular occurence. I was only going to ponder it with my teen class as they deal with deception, depression and angst at school. In reality we see or deal with people like this everyday.

I finally found someone I thought was the love of my life. After being hurt, broken hearted + alone almost 38 years. But something happened and it looks like we won't be together after all. Is it because of my past life karma, and I don't feel I deserve love like Abenda would say. And I choose to be unhappy in this lifetime and here I am trapped in a dead end situation. And this is all my fault and shouldn't think life is treating me badly like Abenda would say. It's a good thing you weren't destined to have bad karma problems like the above so you don't have to be alone and lonely your whole life so you could be married your whole life and have a job and money instead of sitting without either almost every day of your life and have a nice mansion to live in instead of being homeless for the third time in your life. Scared, and not knowing where you're going to be or what's going to happen to you. I'm supposed to accept all that as my fault and bad karma. You said anyone can have friends. Apparently not. Just struggles is all I can have. I hope you get to have bad karma in your next life so you can have your fair shot at knowing what me above, negativity and unhappiness and being poor + homeless, unloved, alone and lonely is like. Choose not for yourself next life time. Telling people why their lives stink while yours is so great is only fair. You get to experience negativity + unhappiness first hand.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Obviously this is someone not close to me. As I'm single and don't live in a mansion. Abenda is my spirit guide. And I feel sad for the postcard writer. I will send them healing. You may not have someone writing you letters, but everyone has conflicts on many different levels - home, relatives, friends, foes, money, work place/office.... random parking spot thief to outright deception or hateful acts.

The pathway...destiny of our fate. Predestined events I researched in "Soul Agreements" . Where does wisdom erase our errors and the earth force energy produce the onward process of life as we want it. I know many people put on happy faces and say uplifting things, but do they feel it, know it, believe they deserve it? Only the pattern of their lives tell us for sure. Of course negative actions and reactions are not moving forward. People who are sullen or act mean to you? Where do we draw the line between judgement and harsh conditions. How are you reacting to people like this? The caution note being...be careful how you respond or wish upon others. Try to always be reasonable and sensible. We must face our fears. At the end of each day we have only ourselves to answer to for what we generate with others.

There are baby steps to creating the life we want to live. Don't try to leap as there will be important lessons and information lost. There is steps to everything we ever want or need. Recognition of what you want is the first step. Communicating is the second step. Learning/Study is the third step (this is the step where I like to sorce). Action is the fourth step. (activating the life force energy) Taking time to really Live and Love is the fifth step.

Sorcing is focused meditation, prayer and ritual. Activating is Shamanic techniques to move into energetic productivity. Remember you are born of the earth and life is prosperous in all ways. Love on all levels - self love, unconditional love, romantic love, real love, true love, Wisdom, Knowledge, Money, Security, Harmony, Happiness, Great Health . Your's By Birthright.

There are guidelines but no limitations.

As we celebrate holidays this month - open your mind for wisdom, open your speech to offer solace and kindness, open your heart with gladness, open your hands for meaningfulness. Know that we all have a purpose, we all make a difference.

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