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02/20/20 #ThankYouPlantMedicine

#ThankYouPlantMedicine

02/20/2020 A wave of individuals coming out to share our stories of healing by plant medicine.

As a therapist with an M.A. Clin. Psych., I had to seek knowledge on plant medicines outside my education and experiment on myself. For the last decade I have been documenting my own use of everything from Ayahuasca to Psilocybin and a lot of things in between. I published my Ayahuasca and San Pedro stories under my pen name @JulsAmor.

In “The Year of the Frog”, you can see my mental state change after plant medicines. I wrote it like a bible with the “Old Testament” tales of victimhood and word vomit before my experimentation. After, I wrote the “New Testament” full of clarity, love and wisdom I had gained from consciousness opening plant medicines. I will soon be publishing more. I am my own lab rat and have experimented with many plant medicines in sacred ceremony.

My first Ayahuasca experience cured alcoholism, although I did not even set that to be my intention. It took away the itch it seemed only alcohol could scratch. My body simply began to reject it, until today, I can’t even stand it.

San Pedro healed my broken heart and connected me to my ancestors. A connection I honor daily with a meditation of gratification to my grandparents. Two of them I never even met until San Pedro opened the connection because before my birth they had already passed.  I feel a stronger connection to them now more so than I did when they were alive, because I connect with them daily and see them from their highest light.

Cannabis helped me cope with chronic pain and gave me back my power as I began making my own healing oils and salves to become my own savior and healer. I have a deep love for the plant in all her female form and believe she is more sacred than most can see because she works gently like feminine energy.

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Psilocybin magically lifted depression and has opened a creativity I did not know I had. Though I am not an artist, during a week of micro dosing, I drew my wellness logo for Bare Feet with hidden meaning, a female form inside the space, a heart over her sacred yoni and leaves to represent the feet.

Rapé gives me clarity, opening my pineal gland and creating brain coherence. Temazcal’s purify me and instill a great respect for the indigenous more than any false history books taught me.

I have seen my past lives, healed inherited ancestral pain and cured myself and future generations from dysfunctional patterns the “Ununited Fear States” of the America I grew up in normalized.

I apologize to my clients I saw in Texas that ask me if plant medicines could help them. As a robot of that world I said what I was taught. I am so sorry, I was wrong. Plant medicines have helped many and they have helped me. Today I believe wholeheartedly in the healing ability of Mother Nature and in your own ability to heal and be healed naturally.  

I am honored to be a part of this movement and alive today where I proclaim, this time you will not burn me at the stake.

It is a funny thing now to see the bigger picture and watch those making all the fuss. The only people still against consciousness opening plant medicines are the unconscious!

I believe we are generations and generations with plant medicine deficiencies. I believe we need to apologize to the indigenous people. We need them desperately to help us heal and like the day we first invaded them with our ignorance, stepping foot on Plymouth Rock, they will greet us with open hearts, teach us how to plant and care for her crops. I beg of you, those with Indigenous DNA, to forgive us and put down the toxic alcohol that our governments replaced your plants with to suppress your power. Making your ceremonies illegal disgusts me to no end, because as stupid as we can be, we must consider that we celebrate “Thanksgiving” because before we got out of hand, at first you were our friend. I am so sorry we took advantage.

I have great respect for your connection to our earth and ask for your forgiveness. Your ancestors knew one day we’d come full circle and instead of trying to outdo mother nature in a lab or masking your traditions, we would give her honor and we would need your wisdom.

May you be healed by Mother Earth and may she regain her worth. – Juls 💗

Podcast – https://www.rootsofimpactpodcast.com/s2-e1-into-mother-earths-medicine-with-julie-bray

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Julie received her Master’s in Clinical Psychology from The University of Texas Permian Basin. She worked as a Psychology lecturer and had a private practice, licensed as an LPC (Licensed Professional Counselor). She expanded her practice to obtain Board Certification in Neurofeedback using some of the most advanced techniques including; HeartMath Biofeedback, Brain Mapping and Brainwave Training. Miss Bray earned her counseling continuing education credits and was trained by the world-renowned physician and author, Dr. Deepak Chopra in Meditation. She advanced her training at conferences with some of the world’s top Psychologists/Physicians including—Dr. Beck, Dr. Andrew Weil, Dr. Dan Siegel, Dr. Joe Dispenza, and bestselling Author and American Buddhist Jack Kornfield.

After moving to Costa Rica, she set out to seek non-traditional ancient knowledge from healers in India, Thailand and Peru. In Peru, Julie received the ancient Munay-Ki rites of the Shaman. Julie combines her worldly knowledge in an eclectic approach to give her clients the best of science and ancient wisdom.

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Julie is the author of her award-winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, an adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking healing and love. Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art. Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

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Magic Bee Time Machine

Mario, our beekeeper arrives at night to protect the hives. Most people are not aware of the work and dedication a beekeeper must have to respect and honor the schedule of the hive. Mario has been learning since he was a child on his grandfather’s finca where he now lives and works hard to save the bees with over 100 hives on his property. His company Vida Azul is a manifestation of his and his wife Nadia’s to teach the world about the bees.

He has been teaching me for some 7 years. My first tiny bee box has grown to this now massive box of bees. I’d say I have graduated from Princess Bee to the Bee Queen.

Mario is super passionate about saving the bees and educating you about their many medicinal properties. Like me, he is driven by knowing the medicines of earth are more effective than prescription toxins.  When people realize this, they will bow in awe off her magic, and get on board with us to nurture nature the way she has always nurtured us.

We brave the night to bring you magic so you can be the first to try this and help us give back the respect Mother Nature deserves. Inside the bed are 6 magic medicinal stingless bee beehives. Yes, this magically peaceful country of Costa Rica has bees that do not sting.

The Egyptians knew, not only was the air of the hive medicinal, the vibration of the hive is too, with varying vibrations depending on the time of day and the dance the bees are doing. 🙂 The waggle dance alone measures in at a whopping 500 Hz, and well now the Queen, when she does her thing, she vibrates the hive up to 1000 Hz to communicate and command her hive with her energy.

The vaporization that goes on inside the hive has been shown to act like cortisone, reducing inflammation immediately. Inflammation is not just a symptom, but many scientists now believe inflammation is the cause of pain, mental health issues and disease. Cortisone is in asthma inhalers, pain shots and many prescriptions. You can take a synthetic toxin, or you can take the natural cortisone made from Mother Earth naturally to fit your body’s receptors like a lock and key.

It has driven me bat sh*t crazy since the day I learned in grad school how prescription toxins effect the brain, working at first by tricking your body’s receptors. Then the body gets smart and tries to clean the toxin eventually deciding the best way to get it out is to prune back the receptor.

This is what we call brain damage! And just like all drug addicts, you must increase the dose to get an effect! You my dear, have a hard time stopping because you’ve lost the receptor in your brain that would have made the chemical naturally had you been given the proper plant/natural medicine in the beginning.

If you have the right replacements, you can get yourself off the drug, and thankfully through neurogenesis we now know, you can regrow the cell.  Sadly, for some time, there will be a withdrawal and you will feel like crap until the body repairs itself.

This is why I have been making my own plant medicines for years and refuse to ingest these drug dealer’s toxins. Besides, why would you eat a synthetic avocado when you can have the real thing? Yeah, it makes no sense. In fact, it is the most ridiculous thing.

It is hard to teach the public about nature’s medicines among the media run by prescription companies. You won’t find any of this in your textbooks, most of that research was funded by the money of prescriptions too. I had to educate myself. You won’t find this on TV, nor will you find it on your social media because as all of us who push mother nature and natural alternatives know, we get blocked or our posts don’t even show.  So please share our blogs and posts to help us spread the word.

I have been documenting this all to publish a case study along with my biofeedback results. I must say, I am trying to keep this all scientific, but as those of you know who have taken a ride in the Magic Bee Time Machine, there is something mysterious that goes on inside. I now know why the Egyptians slept on hives and why they believed Kundalini awakening was associated with a honeybee and her hive.

I do biofeedback, teaching clients how to achieve heart and brain coherence. I am not sure if Mario and Nadia knew the spiritual side of this magic capsula they engineered and built.  Nadia, an engineer and Mario a lifetime bee lover, with a passion for saving the bees that brings tears,  are dedicated to share with the world this unheard magic therapy based on science Nadia learned about in her home country.

They are as shocked as me at the biofeedback pre and post test results. As a counselor, I have never seen anything affect people so quickly, gently, and on a deep healing level spiritually.

On the spiritual side I say WTF? What the Fractal? The results are astonishing, from increases in Heart Coherence by 30% or more, to noticeable inflammation reduction, pain reduction, and all but one client reporting some sort of mystic experience seeing visions and fractal patterns.

These reports are astonishing me, not because people are reporting feelings of levitation, bliss, a sensation that some sort of healing body scan is occurring, a meditative trance and/or seeing fractal patterns, but because many of these reports are coming from current clients I’ve had to do some heavy convincing to get them to do any of my woo woo meditation training.

I have been in the Magic Bee Time Machine everyday for almost a month. I have even slept in it many nights. I have had deep mystic experiences, crying for no reason, and quite a bit of popping in my spine, as I feel the inflammation being drawn out when I relax into the gentle motion. The movement is almost non-detectable at first, but if you can relax into it, it feels as though the water in the body begins to sway in synchronicity.

As strange as it may seem, I feel my heart takes on the vibe of the hives, and that is when the fractal patterns dance before my eyes. I slip into a trance that is unlike my regular meditation or sleep. There is a lot of instant dreaming, peace and not wanting to leave.

Clients who are just as woo woo as me, meditate, understand the feeling of entering the quantum field, vortex, etc., say this is something different. I have heard almost all of them say, “I don’t know where I went, but I liked it.”

Besides the medicinal vaporized air and healing vibrations, I have many theories about what is going on inside this environment. One is that this acts as some sort of sensory deprivation – you hear mainly the sound of the bees competing with the sound of the ocean as our therapy hut is near the beach. The other is that like horses, whose electromagnetic spectrum is stronger than humans, the 1000’s of bees are generating  similar healing energy, so that like trees, when you are near, your biology begins to resonate with their frequency. This is what science calls bidirectional healing.

I am honored and awed by what I am witnessing. I practice biofeedback more than most on myself. I have not changed anything other than entering the Magic Bee Time Machine for at least 20 minutes every day. My own heart coherence scores have increased, and I get there faster.

HeartMath measures Heart Coherence on a scale from 0 to 16. Coherence score is a measure of the degree of coherence in the heart rhythm pattern. A coherent heart rhythm is a stable regular repeating rhythm resembling a sine wave at a single frequency between 0.04- 0.24 Hz. The more stable and regular the heart rhythm frequency, the higher the coherence score.

Coherence Score Guide
1.0 good
2.0 very good
3.0+ excellent

During a biofeedback session, you see your coherence and learn to keep it above 1.0 because as you see in the above Coherence Score Guide, 1.0 is actually good, an indication your heart is generating energy and using it coherently. I explain to my clients to think of this coherence score as how much energy your heart is making. Less than one is an indication of fight or flight mode. It is why when you feel any negative emotion you are drained because with less than 1 coherence your entire body is out of energy.

Most days I hover around 3 – 5 with peaks of 8 while training, but this morning in less than a minute of biofeedback, I reached a coherence of 9 for the first time.

If you have taken a ride in the Magic Bee Time Machine, please head over to our FB Bare Feet site and write us a review.

Thank you so very much to all the magic people who have been so eager to try this crazy new therapy. You are not only helping yourself; you are helping us and Mother Nature’s worth grow respectively. Please continue to help us spread the word about the power of the medicines of our earth.

If you are interested message us on our Bare Feet FB site or feel free to utilize the FB booking also located on our FB Bare Feet. Thank you kindly – Juls ♥ Highly Meditated. Under Her Influence. With Love, Bare Feet.  Come Remember who you are with me. ♥ ♥ ♥ 


♥ ♥ ♥ “Other than the trees, we have some pretty awesome teachers here at Bare Feet.”♥ ♥ ♥ 

Julie Bray
Julie Bray, M.A. Clinical Psychology, Shaman, HeartMath Practitioner.

Julie received her Master’s in Clinical Psychology from The University of Texas Permian Basin. She worked as a Psychology lecturer and had a private practice, licensed as an LPC (Licensed Professional Counselor). She expanded her practice to obtain Board Certification in Neurofeedback using some of the most advanced techniques including; HeartMath Biofeedback, Brain Mapping and Brainwave Training. Miss Bray earned her counseling continuing education credits and was trained by the world-renowned physician and author, Dr. Deepak Chopra in Meditation. She advanced her training at conferences with some of the world’s top Psychologists/Physicians including—Dr. Beck, Dr. Andrew Weil, Dr. Dan Siegel, Dr. Joe Dispenza, and bestselling Author and American Buddhist Jack Kornfield.

After moving to Costa Rica, she set out to seek non-traditional ancient knowledge from healers in India, Thailand and Peru. In Peru, Julie received the ancient Munay-Ki rites of the Shaman. Julie combines her worldly knowledge in an eclectic approach to give her clients the best of science and ancient wisdom.

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Julie is the author of her award-winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, an adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking healing and love. Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art. Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

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Perfect Timing

 

 

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Perfect Timing:

I spent a few weeks in Texas loving and reminiscing with my momma while we organized and cleaned my grandmother’s estate. Mind you, my Grandma Love passed over 11 years ago. The house has not been lived in since.

I do not write this to judge any choices, but to relax the heart of those with similar circumstances. I want you to know whatever situation stifles you, if you can relax and let be what has transpired moving forth when your heart says so, everything, and I mean everything makes sense beyond mentality….I just know.

I just know the 11 years it took for my family to let go is the exact time it took to let go. There is nothing I would change. I sat on the floor of my grandparent’s home where 6 kids grew up going through dresser drawers stuck in decades of dust. Eleven years have nothing on the untouched time machine blessing granted me by having a grandmother unable to let go of anything.

Transported through the years, I felt the past like a Clinical Psyche Therapist would, piecing patterns and themes until I understood.

I just know every memory I touched was a blessing to evolve. The work I’ve done on me lent the ability to not judge, but reminisce from a place of love. Even the shocking newspaper article announcing my grandpa Love’s death, which left his young wife alone, was the most beautiful read. Tears fell for the trauma her young heart faced, the life he lived, and the lives they helped create.

The energy of his PTSD from fighting “their” war had a price tag so high half a dozen kids, a dozen grand and great-grand kids more, have dealt with the effects of patriotic lore.

I just know even the hardship his sudden death caused was a beautiful lesson to strengthen our love. You see, the unique thing is that man died before my time. Still, we have a connection only Mystics believe. It’s a connection my Master’s level education did not teach me.

I had to go off the grid, seek unconventional healing, study with Shamans in Peru, move myself to sacred tribal land, and fully stand in my skin proclaiming what I know. I had to do this unconcerned of judgement’s stones, to grasp the power our ancestors hold.

It is no coincidence my grandparent’s had Love as a last name. They are the ones that taught me where to find it. They are the ones that insisted it cannot exist when we judge—judging ourselves beyond any hellish crime, doing and doing until our hearts pay the price.

His heart gave way to the stress of “their” war—killing a young man with more love than patriotism will ever reward. And her life was crippled by the basket of legal drugs the white coats insisted were helping. But their love continues to heal me.

Last year at this time they both came to me. On a blanket in a garden under the warmth of Peruvian sun, a yellow rose of Texas smelled just like their love. I heard him say, “Your love dear is the love you need to feel.” While she whispered “Honey, we are all still right here.”

He said, “Don’t even try to make sense of it with your “educated mind”,  just know energy goes on. We are with you all the time.

What matters most is your heart. Your heart, do you hear? Nothing is outside your reach. Stop fighting other people’s wars for peace. Go inside. And there you’ll see, no thing is outside your reach.

Do whatever it takes to feel your love. You’ve not given it all away. What you feel in love is an inside job. It’s your job to love you babe.

There’s not one thing that’s happened that should not have occurred. And not one thing  your energy has not helped evolve.

Your very power lies in the shift you internally make. And if it takes a decade or more to let go of what’s left, then that’s the time it takes.”

Eleven years after Nanny’s body expired and 45 after Bud Love’s death, they continue to teach me. Heaven is among us. Make the shift right now. Love yourself like you’re not wishing for another to show you how. Feel your heartbeat knowing, in the name of your own Love, lives peace and perfect timing. ~ Juls ❤

julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award-winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love.

Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace.
Listen to her podcast on podbean while it is still free.
Watch her LIVE on PeriscopeTV
Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor.
Blogs: http://www.JulsAmor.blog
Email: JulsAmor@yahoo.com

I’m self-published. Like reading me? Click the tip jar to fuel my writing. 🙂

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Juls♥ aka JulieBray

 

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Dream Your Pipe-Dream!

LOVE

Juls ♥ Amor

What’s your dream? For me it was writing but I am telling you this damn book thing was not easy. I said this morning to an angel who messaged me “it is the most difficult thing I have ever done with ease.” Difficult because I gave up so many securities to put faith in something only a very small part of my being believed.  Easy because following that tiny craving gave me energy and creativity I forgot resided within me.

I feel tremendous compassion for anyone who had a dream and followed it as blindly. But I feel even more for those who haven’t begun trying. I want to be the one to make you consider believing in your childish dreams again. I want to inspire you to paint, draw, write songs and poetry all while listening to the part of you that despite all reform somehow fought conform. Maybe your dream will not come to fruition…

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Evolution Wall. 

In my little town of Samara, Costa Rica things like chalkboard paint are hard to come by. So when I decided the wall in my home entrance/kitchen needed painting I made a concoction based on a recipe I found online. I mixed black paint from the local ferreteria with equal parts tile grout.

The wall has become an evolution revolution with each month creating an inspiring message. Everyone who enters my home is encouraged to write or draw anything their soul craves. No matter how many people write on the board or how unconnected the board may seem at first, by the end of the cycle, it always flows in poetic form.

I never intended it to be what it ‘s become. I painted it to practice Spanish words but it evolved to a story board that gets erased once a month.

Every New Moon no matter how fabulous the message or artwork, I read the board aloud and then I erase the wisdom. It is teaching me, this wall, it is teaching me about connection, nowing, letting go and reflection.

The chalk sits out in a coconut shell for all who visit and the only rule is you must use no judgement. Allow the freedom to alter, add and even erase. The connection is uncanny when you see what we co-create. Monthly, with no effort at all, like only nature knows, a full moon of wisdom evolves on my wall.

My friend Rebecca and I once wrote “Nowing” on the board. We made the word up in celebration of the synchronicities occurring. When something amazing happens we joyfully proclaim, “Nowing” as we laugh in past’s face. The term reminds us that modern-day miracles are occurring in this Now. They can’t be seen in a hurry. And honey, you can’t perceive them under worry. Nowing reminds me to stay in ease to receive.

Erasing the board is difficult. Many amazing people, I may never see again because I live in a tourist town, have visited my home and left priceless art and messages. Once a month I reflect on the wall, then take a deep breath to wash it all off.

A wall, I have fallen in love with a wall. It is by far the healthiest love I’ve known. Together we learn, we laugh, we cry and say goodbye. We Now. We allow. We co-create. We reflect. We connect. We let it all go. We know whatever gets placed in our space we are free to change, evolve and even erase.

No judgement wall 🙂

I wake each day with the sun eager like a child. It is not so much a belief in anything anymore but a vacuum of no belief space… like an empty chalkboard just begging for life to draw, evolve and erase. – Juls ❤

julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award-winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love.

Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace.
Listen to her podcast on podbean while it is still free.
Watch her LIVE on PeriscopeTV
Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor.
Blogs: www.JulsAmor.com
Email: JulsAmor@yahoo.com

I’m self-published. Like reading me? Click the tip jar to buy me a drink. 🙂

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Juls Amor AKA JulieBray

 

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No Think

Juls ♥ Amor

Spirituality is not about leading others to believe what I think. And it is certainly not about following what another believes. Thoughts are mostly wrong. And beliefs are simply those wrong thoughts that you have thought long enough.

Many practices teach a “no think” philosophy. Perhaps this is because the brain is a warning system producing some 60,000 thoughts a day, most of them negative and wrong. It’s just a warning—If you believe the thought, guess what sets in?  FEAR.

I treat my fearful thoughts now like I would if someone jokingly jumped out of a hiding place to scare me. The fear rushes over me but then there is intense laughter in the realization that I am okay. Your thoughts are that irrelevant! You are okay. Control by fear is the easy way.

Maybe this is why so many religions use aversive conditioning instilling a fear of god. Maybe this is why government…

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Hey you, Unawakened Man.

Hey you, unawakened man, sit down.
Sit down and shut your mouth.
I maintain all your life needs.
Yet you continue to mistreat me.

Hey you, unawakened man, sit down.
Sit down and shut your mouth.
I’m the one you walk all over—
Earth, mother, daughter, sister, lover.
We’ve loved and loved you like no other.

Screaming, fighting, killing, anger…
None of which honors your mother.
You had your chance. We’ll take no more.
We want a loving, peaceful world.

You’ve not done what love needs.
You need a bitch slap of female energy.
Wake up and make it right.
Or shut the fuck up and subside.

Hey you, unawakened man, sit down.
Sit down and shut your mouth. ~ Juls Amor ❤

julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love.

Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace.
Listen to her podcast on podbean while it is still free.
Watch her LIVE on PeriscopeTV
Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor.
Blogs: www.JulsAmor.com
Email: JulsAmor@yahoo.com

I’m self-published. Like reading me? Click the tip jar to buy me a drink. 🙂

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Juls Amor AKA JulieBray

 

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Bud Love

I transcribed this for my grandfather, Bud Love, who came to me while meditating when I was visiting the Sacred Valley in Pisac, Peru. In the dream he was speaking to me through a yellow rose that smelled just like my Nanny, Bonnie Love. It is my intention to publish (looking for a publisher and accepting offers) this poem along with some 50 others in my new book PachaMama Prattle. I am giving you a sneak peak because today is my grandmother’s birthday. Happy Birthday Nanny. There will never be a rose as sweet.   

BUD LOVE

It was a yellow rose of Texas

On a blanket near her earth

It was a cool Peru morning

The day she learned her worth

To integrate the vision it took a bit of time

Like the time it takes for buds to rose on growing thorny vines

Anxiously she watched the buds just begging for a rose

And then unexpectedly her worth began to grow

You see, every bud she ever loved would open eventually

           But the rose she always longed for was the one that she would be.  ~ Juls ❤

julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love.

Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace.
Listen to her podcast on podbean while it is still free.
Watch her LIVE on PeriscopeTV
Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor.
Blogs: www.JulsAmor.com
Email: JulsAmor@yahoo.com

I’m self-published. Like reading me? Click the tip jar to buy me a drink. 🙂

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Juls Amor AKA JulieBray

 

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Just a Mom

“Just a mom” is how she referred to the most immaculate job on earth.
I cringed knowing she had yet to know her amazing worth.
Her heart floods life with nourishment only mom’s grow.
How on earth can this “just a mom” not know?
This lavish love does not seek riches.
It loves from places the spotlight misses.
“Just a mom” should never be judged so meekly.
There are too many who give unconditionally.
It’s the woman who rescues animals without question,
relentless to save nature despite her exhaustion.
The man who takes in the student all others shun
to teach him honor and unconditional love.
The sister who raised her siblings with the love she was neglected
because her parents drowned in a war drugs infected.
The father who raised children on his own,
by the grace of divinity giving love he was never shown.
The warrior who refused to fight,
while the weaker one took orders to take his life.
Our mother earth who is so lonely this very moment her heart barely beats.
She loves us despite our neglect of her needs.
To all the mom’s choosing to give love when out of view,
who live life feeling immense connection,
whose hunger is soothed by another’s satisfaction
Your pain softens when other’s are in ease.
Your heart fills by the love you give not the love you receive.
May life appreciate you for the love you’ve shown with or without giving birth.
May we all aspire to be “just a mom”- it’s the love that will save our earth. ~ Juls ❤
Thank you for loving too much. ❤ ❤ ❤

 

julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love.

Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace.
Listen to her podcast on podbean while it is still free.
Watch her LIVE on PeriscopeTV
Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor.
Blogs: www.JulsAmor.com
Email: JulsAmor@yahoo.com

I’m self-published. Like reading me? Click the tip jar to buy me a drink. 🙂

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Juls Amor AKA JulieBray

 

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I Love.

My Memoir, The Year of the Frog, is in short, a therapist story of applying her own therapy to herself. It is under the self-help category but it is my self-help story. The fact it is helping others is an awesome indication of a deeper connection.

As a therapist my goal was to develop a relationship strong enough to prove I could handle my clients hard truths. It was imperative I not judge and only love. It is my belief you can’t do both. I love.

Sometimes it took years before a client felt comfortable enough to tell me things that really burned. But it was in that fiery instance the smoke cleared. Those hard truths, the painful pieces, are the pieces that put the puzzle together. 

So I did just that. I wrote my own story to myself, in biblical form no doubt, to piece together the puzzle of my life and once and for all end my strife. 

I called the book The Year of the Frog because one of the themes that kept popping up for me was the idea that I had to “kiss a lot of frogs” to find true love.

At the end of the book in my appropriately named “Revelations” chapter under the subtitle “Love” you can find this love letter to all the frogs I ever kissed who taught me about the love I missed.

Dear Frogs,
I wanted to love you all but you blocked my love saying you are not good enough, somehow putting me on a pedestal you could not reach. We were drawn together because I too did not feel good enough. Listen up. Just as I believe you are a reflection of me, I am a reflection of you. You can achieve, you have more power than you can conceive. You can be good enough, but first you must be good enough for you. Be good enough!
I loved you all, at least to the level of love I myself had known. In that moment it was the greatest love I had been shown. To love you is to see you are me given all you’ve been through and I am you wearing the combination of variables I was exposed to. I loved and I cared and I hurt when it ended because that is what I do. I fall hard and fast and I always hope it lasts.
You do not have to be anything on my list of qualities I seek for me but come with your own set of abilities so I can learn about you while learning about me. I do not want you to vow your life to me or claim till death do us part.  I only ask you share the choices you make and give me the freedom to decide if I want to stay.
Commit to your own authenticity. You be fully you—brave with honesty, sharing with love so I can decide if you help me evolve. I do not need a second chance and neither do you. It is a cop out to say you are not good enough. It is a way to escape your own potential to keep from having to evolve. One day you will find yourself in love with the soul underneath the programming and see you were always good enough.
To be in true love is to see the soul whether it be another or your own. All the good. It is why we seek to be seen. It is a state of bliss more powerful than the greatest love we’ve known. It is where we came from, it is where we will go. To be in love is the closest thing on earth to heaven we can know. I can look at you and fall in love because I see you; I see the good of your soul. Should my love not reciprocate I have learned to let go. I trust that the world has better plans for me I cannot yet see. There is a love seeking me so vivaciously all I need to do is breathe.
I leave you with a word of warning! I have been told I cannot separate sex from love. This is true.  For some time I tried. But no more will I strive to be something I am not. I am love. I know the good that dwells within you and I love it all. I do not know how to kiss you and not, nor how to touch you and not feel touched. And I do not know how to make love to you and not love you.
So on this day I vow to stop trying to not. I vow to love in all I do whether it be friending you, helping you, touching you, cooking for you or making love to you. Guess what? It is a relationship. I fall in love in everything I do.  It is too much effort to try not to. It is a lie to not be myself.  If you do not want to be loved then you better not walk this path with me, not even for a brief moment because this is the path to love, step on it and fall the fall or do not get on at all. ~ Juls

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julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love.

Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace.
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The Year of the Frog-Intro 1,2,3,Go!

I worked as a Therapist doing various forms of individual and couples therapy for patients of all ages dealing with stress, anxiety, depression, autism and countless other afflictions. Despite my ability to be good to others and help them follow dreams, I had difficulty following my own because I was always conforming.  I have been writing since I was a little girl and went to graduate school in the hopes of writing but the scientific approach numbed my creative voice. My goal is to write creatively from my spiritual source within rather than someone else’s scientific path before me. I want to inspire others to move in their own direction of happy.

Oh to be happy. Isn’t that what life is about—to be happy? It is what motivates our every decision, forever seeking a happy ending. But ask someone what happiness looks like and watch them pause, blankly staring into space. It is at least the response I got from clients. What does happiness look like? What is it to you? One thing I know for sure is unless we can answer that question, we will never find it or, even worse, we will not recognize it until it is gone. It is our human journey to seek it out, yet so many are lost not knowing which way to turn. Even though it seemed I had the answers at my fingertips, I was no better off than the rest.

I used many forms of energy medicine while being a biofeedback practitioner. The idea was to teach focused relaxation. I saw clients make amazing changes requiring immense strength because change disrupts our life, our insides, and overwhelms our minds. We naturally like things to stay the same no matter how unhealthy it may be. As I watched clients conquer unhealthy patterns to move in the direction of happiness, I sought my happiness, often using the new-age equipment on myself.

In my travels I was introduced to similar ideas of old, sparking my interest in nature, eastern philosophy, and ancient skills teaching how to change frequencies without the use of costly fancy equipment or a prescription numbing guidance. If we drug feelings, it is my belief we will never find happiness, because feelings are sensory indications of which way to turn. Numbing those senses mutes the inner compass whispering directions. We will stay lost and we will never have the guts to change. Because my dear friends, those uncomfortable feelings are the guts it takes to move mountains.

For me, I thought happiness was the happily ever after presented in the stories I read—all things outside of my being; love of a man, a house, and kids is all I thought I wanted. But I learned the hard way the script I was following was not mine and therefore I would never find my peace on someone else’s path. I began to feel I had been programmed to believe in phony fairytales of who I should be, while something erased my dream. As a child, I would write getting lovingly lost in my words. Days later when I went back to read it, I often got chills at words seeming to have come from a place so foreign to me, yet oddly feeling like home. That passion got lost over the years. This book is an endeavor to get it back.

I sat with clients offering them love and nonjudgmental acceptance as they told me the hard truths but I could not give myself the same gift. Many times I wanted to tell my clients who looked up to me how my struggle too overcame me. This is my way of honoring those who confided in me, finding the strength to tell me the hard truths that always broke society’s rules. I tried to follow the rules in search of my fairytale too, only to miserably fail twice. By some unseen force, I began a path unwritten and thus I write it now in an attempt to identify my own unhealthy patterns.

This is an open examination of my life, my self-help history and journey to heal so others can hopefully relate to my difficulty.  I do not want anyone to believe my beliefs. This is merely my point of view letting you see the process I went through.  It is my walking the walk, I preached—to live my truth and accept reality.  The greatest gift I can give past clients is a look into what life really looks like for someone they looked up to as “having it all and having it all together.”

I started this unscripted journey with advice from a child I was seeing in my practice. He and I were working on ways to overcome his anxiety about beginning public school. He had been home-schooled his whole life due to Asperger’s Syndrome. I knew full well how this precious baby had battled fear.  It was a brave, huge step for him to decide to try public school. In an effort to help him prepare, I had simply asked him how he was planning to walk through that public school door the first day. His incredible answer was “1, 2, 3 GO!”  This is the blog I wrote inspired by that brilliant boy.

1, 2, 3, Go! That’s what I was told by a child on how to get started on a difficult task. For me that task is writing. When I began meditating almost 10 years ago, a recurring image would pop in my head of a piece of paper with words written on it. At the time my gut said “you should write.” But about what, I had no clue. I cannot bear to think of the number of books I have started and left hanging helplessly out there in digital land. Where do some of them reside now? Your guess is as good as mine.

I chalked this urge to write up to meaning maybe I should go back to school and so I did. Be careful what you wish for? OMG, I got my feel of writing in Grad school, but nothing that soothed my soul. What I got was life sucking hours and hours of writing scientific, technical, theory themed essays and research papers I am almost positive drowned my creativity reference by reference. Where is the proof? Whose theory is this? Add more references. What about the Mexicans? Ugh! (That last bit is in no way racist but an inside joke between a fellow student and me concerning a Professor’s constant reprimands on ethical inclusion of all cultures.)

I work in a field where I blurt out scientific facts left and right. On occasion, I hear my own muffled voice as my imagination looks over my shoulder and says “Who the Hell said that? That’s brilliant. AHA!” I have always had deep thoughts. Even as a child, I recall sitting by a campfire for hours on end or watching the rain and doing nothing but thinking. My girlfriends and I used to drive out on a dirt road and watch the stars above, (drinking a $1 bottle of Strawberry Hill no doubt) and simply think. 

Sometimes I discover someone brilliant already said or thought it, but sometimes not. I am tired of following rules, quoting science, filtering every thought while making sure I give credit where credit is due. It scares the bejeezus out of me to put it out there exposing my mind to be ridiculed. However, at 40 years young, I refuse to be wrangled by fear of anything one second more.

I have a goal list a mile long. This year has been one of my best at getting started on some of those goalsscuba diving, competing in races, learning Spanish, teaching myself to play my pink guitar, and now writing. Someone once said (and I’ll be damned if I am going to look up who, in fact I am not even going to put it in quotes!)… to be an artist all you need to do is paint, and to be a writer all you need to do is write. I really yearn to finish one of my books so this blog is an attempt to get me moving in that direction. No rules, no set schedule, just writing what I think when I think it. I am certain some of my thoughts will be someone else’s and I am in no way above quoting, but for once in my life I would like to just speak candidly about what ruminates in my head, rustles in my gut and resonates in my soul. This is the unedited version….. 1, 2, 3, Go! ~ Juls ♥

julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love. Her newest book to be published soon, 

PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace. Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor.
Blogs: www.JulsAmor.com
Email: JulsAmor@yahoo.com

I’m self-published. Like reading me? Click the tip jar to buy me a drink. 🙂

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Juls Amor AKA JulieBray

 

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No Think

Spirituality is not about leading others to believe what I think. And it is certainly not about following what another believes. Thoughts are mostly wrong. And beliefs are simply those wrong thoughts that you have thought long enough.

Many practices teach a “no think” philosophy. Perhaps this is because the brain is a warning system producing some 60,000 thoughts a day, most of them negative and wrong. It’s just a warning—If you believe the thought, guess what sets in?  FEAR.

I treat my fearful thoughts now like I would if someone jokingly jumped out of a hiding place to scare me. The fear rushes over me but then there is intense laughter in the realization that I am okay. Your thoughts are that irrelevant! You are okay. Control by fear is the easy way.

Maybe this is why so many religions use aversive conditioning instilling a fear of god. Maybe this is why government does the same, controlling you with their M&Ms – Media & Money system. The system works by instilling fear of not having enough of their fake entity. And their fake TV makes you fear crossing borders, fear your own reflection and fear loving each other.

It’s a simple thing, really. Because now you are easily soothed with patriotic lust to fight “their” wars in trust. 

Perhaps this is why Mother Earth has been the target of their destruction—because if we had no fear of our neighbors and no fear of our Mother then we would take care of each other! 

When we all awaken, we will be for the good of the collective. There will be no need to govern.

I implore you to move away from your mind. Focus on your heart when making choices. Do what feels like love. Surround yourself with others who have no fear of showing love. When you meditate seek the space. You will have a thought. Space. Another thought. Space. Seek the space. It will lead you. YOU will lead you.

That’s what being spiritual is, being in your space – YOURS. And then acting from the heart with love. You are not your thoughts. It is a cheap and easy task to control you with fear. Move away from the mind. Give your heart and soul your time.

This is being spiritual—in YOUR own spirit. The heart has not a thought. It feels. In that space the truth is the same. Ask your own divinity. Let go of the fear controlling you. Laugh in its face for scaring you. You my dear are the missing link. Feel your way… No Think. ~ Juls ❤

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julssJuls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love. Her newest book to be published soon, 

PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.

Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.

Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace. Find her on Facebook under Juls Amor.
Blogs: www.JulsAmor.com
Email: JulsAmor@yahoo.com

I’m self-published. Like reading me? Click the tip jar to buy me a drink. 🙂

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Juls Amor AKA JulieBray