Are you one of those who found themselves organically moving from one occupation to another over the years? Do we listen for a call or….?
Wrapped in the heart of the White Buffalo ~ Healing with a Shamanic Robe of Light
The Organic Path: From Birth Doula to Death Doula
In my 20s I assisted first-time mothers with five births as a doula, which has now morphed over the years as I find myself at the other end of the spectrum. I have been called to be a death doula seven times thus far. I may receive a call that goes something like this: “I am dying and I can not do it without you.” I heed their beckoning and leave that day.
Sometimes as different levels of life depart, I notice light veils lift off of the blessed being that are pale blue, sparkling translucent white or platinum-colored.
I remember hearing the magic crackle in the air as the births would happen. It seems like a cosmic breath, which I have also heard when Spirits come in with a message, even as they are moving things.
Sometimes as different levels of life depart I notice blue, white and even platinum-colored light veils lift off of the blessed being.
When the Veil is Thin: Tapping into Other Realms
Is it easier to access these other realms, as if we are able to put our fingers into the air and perhaps touch another, when this veil is thinner? Or do we move inwards as they are in our hearts living on? Perhaps I have had a finger on the pulse of “the other realms”, “ the greater than” for a number of years or so my Astrologer expert friend, Martha Lacy, friend tells me it is in my chart.
Layla wrote me on FB and wondered “Do you remember when we were five years old at a slumber parties, and how you were talking to all of those dead people?”
I let her know I did not remember that, yet it made a lot of sense to me. As this ability evolved, I did do this as a profession, starting about 14 years later.
I graduated to doing exorcisms as it was a skill I just “knew.” Why not ask those maleficent ones to move, coax them out, or extract them with more force? This a natural course of the path I took “in the flow”. Not only could I see them, I heard them and even felt them at a certain level. A few years out of college and I was moving in a new direction away from having one woman art shows, and tax preparation, accounting and then to alternative healing.
When I went with Ginny, a close friend, to meet her shaman friend in Forestville, I was on board! We were found galivanting about together often in the wee hours of the morning or late into the dark of night to the dark ocean edge, when we would get “hits” that the Light Ships and our Light Family members were calling us to come out, so anything out of the ordinary was an emphatic “Yes!”
My First Shamanic Tool and a Past Life Memory
One evening, I went with my dear friend Ginny to meet her shaman friend in Forestville. I was immediately on board! We were often found galivanting together late at night—often to the ocean’s edge—whenever we got a “hit” that the Light Ships or our Light Family were beckoning us. Anything out of the ordinary was always an emphatic “Yes!”
We stayed in teepees: Ginny with him in the larger one, and I slept in a smaller one of my own. I was given a white buffalo pelt to keep warm! Grandpa Roberts had just been gifted with it in the past few days—it was sacred, yet he offered it to me.
As I slept with it—or was it her?—I felt as though I was wrapped in a tremendous, warm, compassionate robe of heart light. Was I inside a Divine Feminine Heart, looking outward? All night, I journeyed to distant realms, receiving messages in this Shamanic Robe of Light.
Grandpa Roberts was half Cherokee, walked the Trail of Tears, and mastered his own Shamanic Robe of Wisdom—though he looked quite a bit like a merry Saint Nicholas. He chuckled often during his teachings, which were many—perhaps with every sentence he spoke.
When I entered his teepee, he looked at me and exclaimed, “Aha! Here you are!” I was surprised; I had never met him before. Evidently, he “knew” I would soon arrive.
He understood that someone would be coming—one who had been exorcising entities and needed greater protection. I confirmed that I had indeed been extracting dark energies from various clients.
The most recent rather shocking abrupt removal—of numerous entities—had shaken the entire A-frame cabin I was living in on Mt. Tamalpais. We were in the loft at the peak of the house when a river of dark, writhing, howling beings left my client, streaming out through the rafters. I hadn’t known a structure could creak and sway that way! So yes—that happened.
Grandpa Roberts then handed me a precious tool saying it was mine to use for this work. It was no longer appropriate, he said, to use my hands or body directly to move the energies—I should work with a tool so the energy would not pass through me.
I was deeply grateful to meet someone who understood me—and who felt so familiar. When he handed me the tool, I saw a vision of a cave in another land, another time. Mayan family members surrounded me; the scene glowed with orange, green brown and gold hues. The air was warm and woody, with a fire nearby. Did I hear deep noted chants among the drums? It was vivid and alive with masks and brightly colored painted faces.
In those moments, I knew this was where I recognized Grandpa Roberts from—another lifetime in that Mayan timeline. Block stone pyramids flashed in — perhaps we were in one? More became clear as other visions were reignited while spending the weekend together.
Fast forward to today. This is how I can tap into everyday life, with permission of course, to assist those who want to “know.” Others may be curious as to what is going on in other realms that may be having a direct effect upon them in their present day living situation and relationships. These fields appear before me, as if layers in time are shown to me, extending outwards even into space, when I “tap in”. And yes, it is with my heart. People, scenes, situations, attachments, that related somehow into the body. There are cords, animals, even mythological beings that all come to life.
I am grateful for these times of silence, listening with our hearts for signs to know that we are beckoned and being prompted into action or inquiry. Now with tapping into the Multiverse and Crystalline Frequencies, Matrix Energetics (thank you! Dr. Richard Bartlett), the “All” and the Quantum fields as a means to be Grace, and to access Limitless Possibilities. Why limit our potential, right?
Photo Courtesy of Jane Thompson Schmidt JanesFitnessChoices
What I now understand, being a lifelong clairvoyant, Multi-Dimensional Seer, medium / psychic, is that our innate listening potential is with our heart. It is our central receptor for Super Intelligence, a receptacle — a vessel — with which we can hear, see, understand and intuit.
Should you not be tapping into your loved ones who have come before at this special time of the year, know they are always in our hearts and at the ready.
What do we need to do to access this or them? Just. Listen.
Heard on October 30, 2025
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