Where did the HealingBees come from? An empty mind. OK, a mind with a glimmer of empty space, just enough for a swarm to enter and start their hive.
In this blog many directions present themselves. My initial Categories are
BEEKEEPING HIVES : Physical beeping practices and insights using the HealingBees CDs and Energy Transfer Tools (ETT).
HEALINGBEES CDs : Using the CDs and ETTs for wellbeing
HEALING BEES
PHYSICAL: Testimonials
SPIRITUAL: Where the bees have spiritually taken me and others.
ANCIENT RITES : How, When & Where the ancient cultures ceremoniously interacted with the honeybees.
STORIES : Honeybees personified and my learning experiences as a beekeeper.
THOTS on
SENTIENT BEINGS : What comes to mind.
Q & A : What needs clarification.
Other Categories will offer themselves as we progress. Right now its time to start. It's time to thank you for dropping in and contributing and/or sharing this site with others.
In this blog many directions present themselves. My initial Categories are
BEEKEEPING HIVES : Physical beeping practices and insights using the HealingBees CDs and Energy Transfer Tools (ETT).
HEALINGBEES CDs : Using the CDs and ETTs for wellbeing
HEALING BEES
PHYSICAL: Testimonials
SPIRITUAL: Where the bees have spiritually taken me and others.
ANCIENT RITES : How, When & Where the ancient cultures ceremoniously interacted with the honeybees.
STORIES : Honeybees personified and my learning experiences as a beekeeper.
THOTS on
SENTIENT BEINGS : What comes to mind.
Q & A : What needs clarification.
Other Categories will offer themselves as we progress. Right now its time to start. It's time to thank you for dropping in and contributing and/or sharing this site with others.
What Have They Done to/with/for Me?
I don’t know. Who could ever define limitlessness? Although I pose as victim, apparently this beekeeping is the next stretch in the road. Bees? I feel at times as if I had been high jacked; hived. In December 2008 my sister invited me to a re-enactment of a 19th century-prairie Christmas. I first excused myself. Then thought, why not? So we went. Inside the farmhouse museum Christmas was happening; carolers, cooking, halls decked and trees trimmed. In the study I noticed a beehive display equipped with live bees and beekeeper.
“Is it easy?” I asked.
“It is,” he replied.
Since then I’ve learned that one should be more specific when seeking information. It was apparently easy for him. I went home, searched the Internet for local bee classes and signed both my husband and I up. He wasn’t interested but under pressure acquiesced. My thought was self-serving. If I didn’t take to beekeeping, he’d pick it up and carry on. The classes were two driving-hours from home, four Saturdays in January from 9 – 12 PM. I don’t recall him being privy to all the detail. He didn’t ask!
The classes were well prepared but I didn’t feel a surging enthusiasm on my part, nor on his. He slept during the classes. What I did feel I thought odd. When I meditate I experience my body blowing up like a balloon with inner energy. This was happening during the bee classes. [I’m feeling it now.] There was nothing, in my mind, that was of a spiritual nature in Beekeeping 101. It seemed like a big expense for a lot of work with the probable out come of die-out hives from multiple aggressors and disease. Let me count the ways.
Third Class: Medicating Your Bees: How to keep death at bay: Lots of medications and permutations. I wasn’t taking notes. But I was listening. In my head I heard, “Frequencies.” I knew immediately what was expected of me. I declined. I’m not going out to do The Reconnection[1] on the hives. The voice gently persisted. I have learned ‘it’ can be gentle because ‘it’ will prevail. It prevails using every synchronistic moment possible for one to ‘get it’ by connecting the most improbable events to seize one’s attention. That is the brief definition of a miracle: the coming together of events outside of time and space.
The timing was right for the bees to come calling. They came to ‘inform’ me it was time to open my mind, heart, eyes and jump. NOW! I did. No questions asked, well, later. I would use frequencies.
[1] Eric Perlman, The Reconnection, April 2003.
“It is,” he replied.
Since then I’ve learned that one should be more specific when seeking information. It was apparently easy for him. I went home, searched the Internet for local bee classes and signed both my husband and I up. He wasn’t interested but under pressure acquiesced. My thought was self-serving. If I didn’t take to beekeeping, he’d pick it up and carry on. The classes were two driving-hours from home, four Saturdays in January from 9 – 12 PM. I don’t recall him being privy to all the detail. He didn’t ask!
The classes were well prepared but I didn’t feel a surging enthusiasm on my part, nor on his. He slept during the classes. What I did feel I thought odd. When I meditate I experience my body blowing up like a balloon with inner energy. This was happening during the bee classes. [I’m feeling it now.] There was nothing, in my mind, that was of a spiritual nature in Beekeeping 101. It seemed like a big expense for a lot of work with the probable out come of die-out hives from multiple aggressors and disease. Let me count the ways.
Third Class: Medicating Your Bees: How to keep death at bay: Lots of medications and permutations. I wasn’t taking notes. But I was listening. In my head I heard, “Frequencies.” I knew immediately what was expected of me. I declined. I’m not going out to do The Reconnection[1] on the hives. The voice gently persisted. I have learned ‘it’ can be gentle because ‘it’ will prevail. It prevails using every synchronistic moment possible for one to ‘get it’ by connecting the most improbable events to seize one’s attention. That is the brief definition of a miracle: the coming together of events outside of time and space.
The timing was right for the bees to come calling. They came to ‘inform’ me it was time to open my mind, heart, eyes and jump. NOW! I did. No questions asked, well, later. I would use frequencies.
[1] Eric Perlman, The Reconnection, April 2003.