Thursday December 20th, 2012!

7:00 PM Church Of Angels West Side

Located inside West Shore Unitarian Universalist Church:

20401 Hilliard Blvd, Rocky River, OH

I promise we will help you at least peak outside the box and consider

“What you would do if you knew you couldn’t fail”.

Come peak outside of the "box"!

Miracles are ready to show up in your life and my journey will convince you to open the door!What great timing!! The day before the solstice and all the new energy that is available.

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?

Come prepared to shift the way you live from mundane to lllffo!!! Live Love Large!!! Full Freaking Out!!
Bazia, aka. Barb Bemus will share her story and pictures of The Intuition Tour and so much more! Bobby Dragon, positive music artist, will be joining her and musically elevating our energy!
Bazia is a visionary and change agent, who has used her gifts of analytical problem solving in conjunction with her intuitive skills to conquer inconceivable odds. Gallantly emerging from a life of trauma, depression, anxiety and substance abuse, she is guided to share her struggles, successes, coincidence, stories and journeys to urge all of us to reach out and conjoin our everyday self and our authentic self.
What happens when you give yourself permission to do what you feel called to do? Let the “I must” and “guilt” demons go on vacation. Just learn to be in the moment and honor what comes. Do you starve to death, get lazy or do amazing things evolve like the metaphysical gurus all tell you will happen. Bazia committed to her own personal experiment in May of 2010 and has experienced magic at almost every turn.
She currently has a blog, website and is producing a project called “The Intuition Tour.com”, a reality series that is designed to raise the bar instead of lowering the bar. It is designed to be a classroom to encourage, educate and support ordinary people doing extraordinary things.

She also is a writer, entrepreneur, and enjoys assisting Spirit of Leadership, a program that encourages corporate and nonprofit sectors to expand their perceptions about life and business, utilizing experiential learning in concert with horses and nature.

I was preparing deviled eggs for a blue moon ceremony  potluck. My internal genius suggested I make them Love eggs instead. How do I do that? I ask! Easy! Here is the counsel!

Recipe for Love Food!

Cooks: Center yourself and be immersed in the opportunity to create food for friends and loved ones.

Make preparation a meditation.   Focus on all the love you have in your heart.

                                                     Splash this all over you first, like a fountain cascading over your body.

                                                     Then direct that flow towards what it is you are making.

                                               Voila!! Love food!!

Update: I promised short and sweet, so no literary genius, just brief facts.

I am back home and surprising to me, still enjoying living in the Sprite, RV. My ethereal coaching staff prompted me to advertise for short term subletters and they are helping me extend my financial resources. Our dance and timing is uncanny, it has been effortless, sharing the property, laundry and shower. Due to cold weather I will be moving back into my house on November 11^th,  a year to date of originally leaving for the tour.

Winter will bring the time to buckle down and get the business side of this venture launched into its next step. We are seeking more collaborators. Are you, or do you know of videographers, graphic artists, production assistance stories, that need to be told and of course money sources who are passionate about helping us shift the planet  into Positive?

My manifesting gifts continue to bless me. A vision from March has exploded into reality! I am basking in an incredible new relationship! I have been blissfully distracted and enchanted by this incredible man. He also contributes a new collaboration piece with his incredible talent as a musician, another item on the visualization reel. I am un-apologetically, obnoxiously happy! In addition Spirit is blessing us with the opportunity to discover many new aspects of ourselves in the emergence of this relationship.

There are more exciting collaboration pieces that are effortlessly falling into place. I also look forward to many travel opportunity’s to continue the spread of the Positive Pandemic, that I so gratefully am inflicted!

All feels in divine timing!
Invitation: October 21^st –Recap of The Intuition Tour & So Much More!: Jason Mraz is an inspiring musician. His song Make It Mine has been one of my theme songs for the past few years! It will be part of the excitement featured in my Presentation for Oct 21 at 11:00am at Church Of Angels, Chesterland Ohio. Sharing how incredible life becomes when you are living by your gut instinct! A recap of The Intuition Tour and so much more! Photos, music, inspiration! Open to all! Come prepared to unfold into a new way of living! Positive Pandemic official kickoff!

The next day I was feeling the heat of the day and I decided I needed the fan more than I needed the quiet. I climbed up to turn it on and to my surprise the ever so happy leaf that had been all tucked in beside the thermostat, was free or had been transported to some other dimension. The accustomed quiet whir of the fan had returned.

We all have little challenges every day. Why do we forget to take the two seconds that it takes to request assistance? I have been pleasantly surprised hundreds of times when I do ask, yet I still forget.  I am now asking that I will remember to ask. Why not right?

When and for what are you forgetting to ask for assistance? Let’s face it, even if you think I am completely full of hooey, there is no cost and just a few minutes required to see if you too can check items off your to do list just by becoming aware and asking for the desired solution. I will alert you. Sometimes what I perceive as the best path to the desired solution isn’t how the situation becomes resolved.  That always makes me laugh at how my limited perceptions are masking possibilities.

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?

Home coming flowers!

what had happened yesterday and she was not going to speak to the understanding person I had talked with yesterday. I was now in a no empathy zone and what I needed or wanted did not matter in the least. My patience gave out and I was not a friendly person. The evening before, they had me cancel my appointment for diagnostics and they had promised to find me a more convenient place. I had driven towards Hot Springs as told and now they were completely reneging on all that had been promised. After a much needed cry fest with my dearest friend in the parking lot of the Arkansas border rest stop, I was able to gather myself. I knew this refrigerator thing wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things so why was it hitting me so hard. What was I to know about this?
I called the dealership that had put the refrigerator in only 7 months ago and they said they would try and find me a place to get it looked at. I also called. With camping season in full swing in the south and a warranty job the lowest priority, it would take 7 to 10 days to get the unit in for the required 8 hours of diagnostics on a frig that wasn’t working at all, UGH!!! Then it would take at least another 3 to 4 days until the part came in. I called parks to see where I could stay and they were booked up. The temperatures were also going to be 90 plus degree for the entire period I was to stay put and this just wasn’t going to work. Finally I recognized the screaming of my ridiculous meter. If I went home to my dealer they would fit me in and allow me to camp out while they did the silly 8 hours of testing. This knocked out all the drama! I was headed home!
The 12 hours of driving felt fun, freeing and right! I camped in a truck-stop and after a short walk headed out again. I got inkling to call a friend of mine in Louisville and ask her to lunch. She was happy to meet and her house would allow for me to park the RV and we could walk to lunch! Perfect! A great afternoon was spent gabbing and connecting. I was invited to stay but I was being pulled to head out. I got on the road and realized I would be hitting Columbus about dinner time. I followed my hunch to connect with friends there and it also resulted in a great evening and a real bed!

Utah happy to be going home!

The next day I made a detour to make the first voyage past a restaurant that I had owned. The tour around memory lane on this trip wouldn’t be complete without this stop. I felt like I was collecting old parts of me that I had left behind.
I arrived home mid-afternoon and I was ready to be here. I would only be here two days and then head north to get the frig fixed. The frig was diagnosed and I found that the dealer was located across the street from a great park.
I continued down memory lane and headed over to the Chautauqua Lake region, I have made a habit of connecting with the land every May. My family was originally from this area and I spent many a summers under the supervision of my grandmother helping garden, swimming, exploring the old barn and driving the old Ford tractor. Once again I gathered up pieces of me and it felt good. I decided to camp in this area and found a campground willing to work with me on price. Once I got settled I realized it was across the street from my brother’s house. I enjoyed a walk and conversation one night and dinner the next with he and his wife. More time then we have spent together, probably since our childhood. Reconnecting not only with me but my family, on a walk through the winding paths of the campground I realized that I was staying on property that had originally been owned by my family. It felt good.
Two days passed and I realized that there was a holiday weekend coming up. I wanted to be back home before that. The dealer generously fit me in as soon as the part arrived. Utah and I took a walk in the park and then to a nice pub that would allow me to have Utah near the patio while I grabbed some lunch. Effortless and easy!
The refrigerator is working great and I am tucked in on the hill overlooking my beloved cabin. Surrounded and tended to by my dear friends and family!
My new assignment is the book. I am now the author working on the upcoming book on recovering from depression naturally. This assignment is not new; it’s just time to get it completed.
The Intuition Tour project is still emerging. I have two interviews in the can and need to get to editing them. If you know of any contacts for video editing please pass them along. I also need a sizzle reel to start submitting the concept for sponsorship and to production companies.
I am now emerging into my 3rd trimester of this incredible journey. I am open and interested to see what unfolds.
Stay tuned as I attempt to make peace with literal mind!

Friendly Welcome Home!

Uh Oh! Hill Country Tx, Law

Interesting things this past month!  As I look back on my last post I realize I haven’t been able to release the unpolished gems that I had promised. I will work on that. I’m still not sure how to release the info before what feels like a completion to me, although that may not be important. Any suggestions are welcome.

I made some interesting connections in the Austin and San Antonio area, I then headed to my point of destination. The two year mark of holding a paying job passed on May 1^st and it is looming large in my “mind”, so I headed to check out a consulting gig. I arrived to find that what had been promised for my comfortable stay in my RV was not a reality. The first week was scattered with me examining, observing and researching the job and area. It was not a comfortable fit either for my RV or me. I could solve many of the problems they were experiencing; my worker/rescuer was dressed and ready to dance! I couldn’t ignore the amount of distress I was physically feeling.

A foot long walking stick!

The atmosphere appeared to me to contain only frustrated and unhappy people. After 6 days of observing and connecting I made a giant leap for me! I decided that money or not, this wasn’t going to suit me. It was a carbon copy of a well ingrained past pattern and I was noticing it in 6 days! I was depleted and not looking forward to breaking the news that I had to leave but ecstatic I had noticed it before I took the dive. This may not seem like much, but changing life pattern habits are something to celebrate. I was aware enough to recognize what was best for me and act on it. In the past, others needs were my priority and myself, just a mere inconvenience. I delivered the news that I would be leaving and it came as no surprise and with understanding. I left making new friends and an invitation to return and great strides in my search for a new and more appropriate way of life.

I needed a new direction. After much frustration at the void I was in, I muscle tested. The results were surprising. I was to head north and not west as I had assumed. I did everything I could to try and alter this guidance. I went to grab my atlas to check for all the wonderful western spots I had learned about from fellow campers. My atlas was nowhere to be found.  I recognized the ridiculous meter reading! My easy literal mind destinations had been taken from me. I grabbed the only useful map that I had of Texas, spread it out on the table and felt for some guidance. Immediately Hope, Arkansas stood out for me. I had done a meditation that morning and the word that was illuminated to me was Hope. I at least had something to point towards, but realized it was only that. Arkansas was a long way.

I drove till it felt like I should stop. I pulled out the state park map and knew exactly where I should be. I set my GPS and soon tucked into a waterfront site in a State Park North East of Dallas. Time to get my bearings back and nature is my best source for finding my true north.

I wasn’t aware that the proverbial carpet was about to pulled out from underneath me.

I had the pleasure of  joining Awakening in Austin’s, Sara Pencil Blumenfeld to tell her about The Intuition Tour.

Take a listen!

My back tracking my life’s journey on this trip is not eluding me. Today I got to experience backtracking on my walk this morning. I intended to stroll to the office and pay last night’s fee then see a few of the trails on the way back, grab some breakfast and head out for another walk. My plans resulted in a 2 hour wander. I wouldn’t say I was lost but I couldn’t find how to get to where I wanted to go. I had mused, recently that I hadn’t found any feathers! Today on my walk I gathered up a half dozen and all in one area, I felt that familiar and appreciated glow of support from the natural realm.

What is it that communicates information to you? My ethereal kudos have been a very valuable tool, especially when the literal world was mocking what my heart knew was the way to go.

The wanders of this morning started looking ridiculous to me and I asked “what am I to know about this”. What I sensed was that I am to offer you more posts and not be so concerned about the polish. This guidance comes just hours before I relocate to a place that provides limited internet access, making a longer post difficult. Hmmm! Smile!

     So here is your first unpolished gem. Maybe you will enjoy it just as it is? Maybe the lack of polish will engage you in a different way, encouraging you to explore the imperfections and crevices of this piece and your unpolished gems! Maybe it will allow you to join me in the release of perfection and the judgment we are programed to bestow on ourselves.

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?

I awoke this morning aware that I was in my head in an Olympian kind of way. I considered if I wanted to be there and decided no. I then opened up my tool box, figuratively. The workshop that I attended yesterday reminded me to consider some positive feeling when we are out of our heart. So I began my morning routine of gratitude for all the love and support I have in my life, all I am gifted and honored to do, my brown eyed love, Utah and on and on. I do this often but this was the 1^st time I had done it and known why. The workshop that I went to see yesterday was Howard Martin of Heart Math. I found it, in what’s become a habit. I Google the town’s name I am interested in exploring and add healing to the end of it. I found a film financing class last week this way and now this workshop.

The film finance event was another step in making this dream a reality.  I don’t ever recall a connection with the movie or film business and that is one of the reasons that this goal of creating a TV series or documentary seems so farfetched. When I saw this opportunity, right on my way and at the exact time that would be convenient and just 5 minutes from a state park on the outskirts of New Orleans, I couldn’t ignore it.  I remembered clearly that I didn’t want to go to New Orleans and I also recognized the squiggle in the pit of my stomach that signals this is going to be a stretch for you, but it’s what you are supposed to do. Remember, I found this class, by Googling a small town about 45 miles away and the word healing, the search results made no logical sense. Further investigation, after a positive check in, found out that the bridge that connected me conveniently to this event was very narrow and not conducive to RV’s.  Another complication and it was still a go. I sent an email to the organizer asking for a ride to the event. She was unable to help but offered me a tidbit that I had not been aware of. The tag line I use, “What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail”, which I researched without result when I started using it, is attributed to Dr. Robert Schuler. He was one of my Mother’s favorites and I’m not sure how I remember that but I do. I smile at my newfound awareness of her influence on my life. A reminder that the info I got a few weeks ago from a co-incidence guy, could be very accurate. What if our purpose is really an inheritance?  Think on that!

I am so thankful for my muscle testing; it takes the drama out of these “decisions”. I made it to the class in good shape although my tail pipe was not so lucky, as it came home a bit shorter and shinier from kissing the cement wall of the bridge, they were right it was narrow. Gathering my courage to get me to this class provided me with a good pat on the back, a very good contact for financing and some education on the business. I recognize that new things starting to sprout.

The next day, after the film class, I was floundering and had no idea which way to go. Time for a walk. I connected with two women fishing on the bayou at the park. I was able to offer some fishing suggestions but they needed more. In minutes a wonderful man named Bruce pulled up and offered his expertise on catfish catching. He did this with much service in his heart and then pointed out that he was an angel as he drove away to his fishing spot. His expertise paid off for Sadie and Jackie, a big healthy catfish caught 15 minutes later. We chatted away and shared an adult beverage as they revealed that Sadie was a props person on film and Jackie was a scripts supervisor in Montreal. I shared the information on the organization that encourages Woman in the film business and smiled and realized that the film energy for this project is now starting to build. I also got a suggestion on a story from a video company, the next day.  This is how it unfolds.

The great horned owl called from the opposite bank of the bayou and fisherman darted back home in shallow, fast boats as I watched the ladies debate, how they were going to ready this fish for tonight’s dinner. The familiar white SUV that transported Bruce, the fishing angel, reappeared and offered to go home and get his knife and filet it for them. They beamed at the wondrousness of all that had been happening and I felt so much gratitude that this was what was becoming normal for me. All that is needed is provided without effort it just unfolds.

I’m reminiscing about this as I find my way gently to Houston and even get to grace the doors of a wholefoods store for some desired items. Then off to Unity of Houston and find a great shaded, level parking space for Utah and the Sprites comfort. Utah would have some help guarding the RV from a Mama dove that had her nest just inches from the RV roof in the same tree that would provide the shade. I asked a woman for directions and it ended up that I couldn’t have parked any closer and gotten shade. The perfect spot, I think as I cast an appreciative grin to my parking angels.

I arrived at the event knowing I needed to get settled. Two hours on the road to get here with the anticipation of navigating the RV through Houston traffic had me in a much more “mind” state then I desired for this class.  I chose my front row seat, yes I am a front row seat person, and started utilizing some more of my tools. I was joined on either side first by Sandy, whose physical appearance and energy is very reminiscent of a good friend at home. Ahhh, then on my left swoops in an engaging Sandra.  I am amused at being bookended by Sandy’s.  What do I do with oddities like that, I look them up. The word Sandy is the helper of mankind. Big smile!

The workshop begins and Howard starts his talk and he is fast, engaging and adds some humor a perfect match for a mind that wanders like mine. This is not surprising as he is a polished speaker and has graced the TV and movie screen.  I am aware of most everything he is saying and then finally realize that I read the book over a year ago and it was another of those that were pivotal in me taking this journey. The science of intuition, presented in this book, helped, as he suggests, let my mind believe what my heart knew.  I was also grateful for the reminders, as the last few days have not provided much in the theatrical pats on the backs that I am getting accustomed to from my guidance.  I wiggled at the break time as I wasn’t called to connect with anyone. My old patterns to network gosh darn it, network, waving like a flag in a hurricane. I stay in my heart and enjoy the much needed down time from the lecture. The lecture continues and I am very intrigued with some of the things that are happening with Heart Math. One is the Global Coherence Initiative. This is a free membership and you can connect via the web with like-minded people, participate in regularly scheduled focus sessions, and participate in scientific research studies. This is great stuff and I am excited at the potential. If you also feel inclined to this you can find out more by going to www.glcoherence.org/gcms.

The workshop winds down and my new friend, Sandy on the left offers me a big hug and many well wishes for my journey. My Sandy on the right is telling me that she is a one on one Heart Math coach but isn’t using it for a business. The line to have a book signed isn’t that long so I feel called to share my story (a beautiful butterfly lands on my RV door as I write this). I stand in line for about 10 minutes, aware that my literal mind wants to plan all that I have to say and letting that go. I stay focused on the NOW and allow whatever it meant to flow, to follow. I am next in line and I share a quick thank you to Martin and an abbreviated description of what his book, assisted me in, The Intuition Tour. I hand him my card and I ask for whatever assistance he feels called to offer, even if it is only a pray. He assures me that he will say a prayer for me and that is that.

I write this with the realization that here is another person that has film connections. I also added a Fox news contact from Alabama to my mailing list yesterday, she is interested in my journey…. my garden of possibilities looking very green and healthy. The required watering,  to keep it this way, available in the form of new information that I am headed to meet a person who has connections with another large icon on the new age path, very interesting.

Looking forward to your stories of progress on the journey to “What you would do if you knew you couldn’t fail?”

7 charging dogs + a dog fight=release anxiety!

Yes really!

Utah on Fairhope Bluff

My healing walks continue and the evenings hold the luxury of strolling around the campground with Utah. My fellow campers, two and four legged, all tucked away in their rigs, hypnotized by their televisions. I enjoyed this but it wasn’t accomplishing my goal of Utah meeting new friends. You see my misrepresentation of the past was strong. I had realized a year earlier when I was introducing Utah to his new cousin, that I had never been given reason to fear that he would hurt another dog. That realization didn’t extinguish the fear and it continued to recirculate. Desiring to be rid of all fears and realizing that my dog’s issues are just a mirror of my issues I was trying my best to let it all go, but I still held bits that weren’t releasing. After tiring of lapping the campground we ventured out one morning to explore the surrounding area. All six of our legs headed eagerly out the gate and down a low traffic, low density country neighborhood road. We were both enjoying the quite(? Or quiet?) new scenery of farm, woods and lawns. I had gone about a mile when I noticed a dog laying in a front yard. He got up and approached us as I consciously breathed and calmed myself. The yellow lab circled us at a distance grumbling and Utah stayed calm. I gazed ahead and saw a very large German Shepard, a house or two beyond. I caved and turned back the way I came, disappointed I wasn’t brave enough to meet the Shepard but glad I had done well with the grumpy lab. Off we headed down the road and a medium size terrier is barking up a storm on his front porch. He heads towards us barking and darting as I breathe and try to relax again. He stays on his property and we continue down the road only to see an 80 pound mixed breed rambling down the center of the road with his sights set on finding out what the commotion is. I look to the sky and let out a nervous but amused giggle and ask “what am I supposed to know about this situation” the ridiculousness of the amount of dogs that have chased me helping me realize there was a lesson here. I turned around and instead of turning back to the campground decided I would venture another way. Hoping this route would be less of an obstacle course, within 5 short minutes my doubts were growing as I spotted 3 more dogs barking at me from across the busy street. Two big, big, did I say big and fat black labs and a grouchy looking blond lab, barking with much enthusiasm, as I repeated my breath and calm routine the 2 black dogs came at me one heading for my right side and one for my left, this distressing enough was compounded by the truck that was coming quickly and me afraid the dogs would get hit by the truck. Two separate previous life occasions of me watching my dogs get hit by a car attempt to explode in detail in my brain and I hit the delete button. The labs make it to my side of the street and they are wagging their tails so hard and fast that they may just roll over because they are too fat to fall down. I’m now laughing and winking at the sky as the owner comes out of his trailer summoning the two black ones and silencing the white dog. Just as he coaxed the two blacks into the yard the blonde came at us but she obeyed the fourth or fifth call to come and after a quick circle around us returned home. I waved at the owner and turned back for home. Seven on one walk was a good number.

The next day Utah and I were sitting and chatting with some friends. He jumped up from a comfortable snooze position and next thing I knew

Aura Picture at Shell Mounds. Thanks Susan!

there was a black dog that was trying to eat Utah’s face. I quickly stood up and did what I had learned from the dog whisperer, a quick chaaaaa and my hand and energy extended to the battling black chow mix. This was an instinctual response, no thought just pure survival. I was shocked as Yogi released Utah’s face, sat down and looked up at me, ready for the next command. My logical mind kicked in and got excited that I had responded so quickly, appropriately and effectively. Yogi sensed my excitement and with a growl went back to munching on Utah’s face. I again did my Caesar Milan impression and he stopped again. His owner grabbed his collar and swooped him away as we all stood in amazement at how well this technique had worked. I had been touting Caesar’s techniques and it had worked right in front of them. I was very impressed with myself and as a result I am able to more clearly see how my anxiety directly affects Utah’s response to the world. We are now walking and mingling with dogs of all sizes. We still have a bit of posturing with some unneutered males but Utah only protects himself, he is not about fighting, reminds me of Daddy, Caesar’s proud assistant from the Show Dog Whisperer.

I’m accompanied with the realization that I am setting in place, a more loving, open, authentic, joyous and trusting person. This person can be

Pitcher Plant

like freshly poured cement, that will take time to set, and I can chose to listen to the soft voice that is attempting to cast doubt and scribble negatives into my sidewalk of life. I have decided to change my structure to flowing like a beach. Life will ebb and flow and I will know that the only certainty is the wave or sunshine that is washing over me and that it doesn’t matter that I don’t know. I also like to think of the incredible movement of mercury in lab class in junior high. Always merging and giving way in a gentle fashion then coming back to wholeness.

Till next time!

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?