Dream: Becoming Barefoot

I had this dream last night and thought I’d share it with all of you for your responses to it. Have you ever had a dream that was so real you thought you were awake? And, so full of information you were sure it was important?

Dream: Becoming Barefoot

“What sets your dreams apart from your life will set your life on the right path.”~ Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos

I am traveling around Europe with my husband’s family for a relaxing family vacation. I am in a church where I am to meet the rest of the family to go to the next place. I throw down my clothes on a pew and shout, “That’s it! I’m done with this. It’s too hard.”

A voice says, “Go in through the back.”

 Suddenly, I see Paul, my brother-in-law dressed in a trench coat and carrying a brief case, walk behind the alter and enter a hidden door in the paneling. I follow into a dark narrow corridor that is a dead end except a door on the left with a sign on the wall that reads MEN, like a men’s bathroom. “Aqua” is whispered and the door opens. Rather than leading into a room, it leads outside where a group of women wearing hippy-style clothing are chatting.

“What is this called?” I ask.

“Becoming Barefoot.”

One of the women, who I recognize says, “Hey, Kat , wanna’ see Linda’s cats?” I tell her sure and follow them to a house with a room full of cats lounging on a bed, which I pick up and hug. “Want to go with us to Tibet with us?” She asks.

“Sure.”

I follow them to an old open bed truck and climb into the back with everyone else. The truck drives a ways down a road then stops. “We have to go on by foot from here,” someone says.

As we walk down the path it rises into a wall of narrow wooden steps five inches wide by an inch deep.
“You have to take off your shoes and hold on by your toes and finger tips,” one of the women says. I kick off my heels and climb effortlessly through a trapdoor. The surrounding area is pitch-black except for the night sky filled with star constellations. “What is this?” I ask.

“Becoming Barefoot.”

I take out my cell phone to call my family and let them know I will be late but all I see are the same star constellations on the dark face of my phone. “There is no service here,” someone says.

We all sit in a circle in a covered bus stop and someone rolls a huge joint. As they light it the joint blazes then starts to fall apart because it is so loose, but they start smoking it anyway and pass it to me. “Are you okay, Kat?” one of the girls named Sue asks.

“Yeah.” I take the joint and although I used to pass on it since it always made me so sick to my stomach, this time I take a deep breath, close my eyes and hold it as long as I can before blowing it out. As I exhale I open my eyes and the sun is out. There is snow all over the ground and we are in a neighborhood, but my feet are not cold.“When did it become day?” I thought. “What if they worry about where I am and can’t get in touch with me?”

“It won’t matter, you’ll work it out, rent a car and catch up to them, use a GPS to find them. Don’t worry about it,” a voice says.

We begin our descent back down the narrow stairs and when I reach the bottom I call on my cell and leave Norma the message that I will be late.

“We’ll wait,” she says.

The dream ends.

Interpretation: When life becomes stressful with is rules and regulations the successful people use a different approach, the back or a different door. In order to reach the heavens we must kick off our earthly shoes, connect with the ground, our Inner selves and have a little “party time with them” to reconnect with what is important in life. Time can be a burden. We all need to become barefoot and worry free.

Ask and you will receive is more than words. It is a request heard by the Universe and answered by our Spirit guides. We are made up of more than id, ego and super ego. Sometimes it is not until we are falling apart that our inner selves pop to the surface to hold us together.

Becoming barefoot is a big step to connecting with higher self.

Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos believes dreams diagnose your life. Did you have a déjà-vu or dream come true? Kat survived three cancers diagnosed by dreams. International Bestselling Author,  Dream Expert, Keynote Speaker, TV/Radio Producer/Host of Wicked Housewives On Cape Cod, Columnist; she’s featured in magazines & newspapers, on NBC News.  Kat taught Special Education & Psychology at (USF).  AccessYourInnerGuide.com   SurvivingCancerLand.com

Consciousness and Life

 by Bernie Siegel  http://berniesiegelmd.com/

(I give Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos permission to use and post my blog on her sites. Dr. Bernie Siegel.) 

 

Dr. Bernie Siegel is my guest blogger today in the fourth of our series of shared blogs for October’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, that have flowed into November due to popular demand. Have you met your spirit-guides or had a near death experience? Bernie shares some amazing stories of both.... 

                  

In 1978, nearly a decade before retirement, Bernie launched ECaP—Exceptional Cancer Patients, in which he and his wife and co-worker, Bobbie, remain active today. ECaP is a therapeutic approach Bernie calls Carefrontation that helps patients interpret their drawings, dreams and images to express their feelings about the healing process.

The physical, spiritual, and psychological benefits that emerge strengthen the immune system, a direct response to the power of the Mind-Body Connection about which Bernie has written and spoken extensively. He is currently working on other books with the goal of empowering patients and teaching survival behavior to enhance immune system competency. Bernie believes that in the next decade, the roles of consciousness, spirituality, non-local healing, body memory, and heart energy will all be explored more intensively as scientific subjects.

toy-phone 

When I was four years old I was home in bed with one of my frequent ear infections. I took a toy telephone I was playing with and unscrewed the dial and put all the pieces in my mouth as I had seen carpenters do with nails which they then pulled out to use. The problem was that I aspirated the pieces and went into laryngospasm. I can still feel my intercostal muscles and diaphragm contracting forcefully, trying to get some air into my lungs, but nothing worked and I was unable to make any sounds to attract help. I had no sense of the time but suddenly realized I was not struggling anymore. I was now at the head of the bed watching myself dying.

I found it fascinating to be free of my body and a blessing. I never stopped to think about how I could still see while out of my body. I was feeling sorry my mother, who was in the kitchen, would find me dead but I thought it over and found my new state preferable and intellectually chose death over life.

Then for no apparent reason the boy on the bed vomited and all the pieces came flying out. He began to breathe again and I was very angry as I returned to my body against my will. I can still remember yelling, “Who did that?” My thought as a four year old was that there was a God who had a schedule and I wasn’t supposed to die now. So an angel apparently did a Heimlich maneuver on me is the way I would explain it today.

I really do believe there is a schedule we create unconsciously because of later life experiences. Twice I have had my car totaled by people driving through red lights and once I fell off our roof when the top rung on my wooden ladder snapped off. In none of these incidents did any significant injury occur to my body. Someone told me it was because I had an angel and he knew his name. I asked what it was and he asked, “What did you say when the ladder broke?”

“I said, Oh Shit!”

He said, “That’s his name.” I will add he always shows up when I call him in an impassioned way.

Olga Worrall

My next experience was with the healer Olga Worrall. I had injured my leg training for a marathon. It was very painful and not responding to rest or therapy. At an American Holistic Medical Association conference Olga was a guest speaker. My wife told me to ask her to heal me. I was embarrassed to ask and very frankly a non-believer. Never the less my wife pushed me forward and Olga sat me down in a chair and placed her two hands on my leg. The heat from her hands was incredible. I remember putting my hands on the opposite leg to compare the heat sensation. There was no sense of warmth from my hands coming through the dungarees. When Olga was done I stood up and was completely healed. The pain was gone and I could walk normally.

Another time Olga and I spoke at the funeral of a mutual friend. After the ceremony we were standing in a deserted hallway when she asked, “Are you Jewish?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Because there are two rabbis standing next to you.” She went on to tell me their names and describe their garments, which included their prayer shawls and caps. Her description of them was exactly what I saw in my meditation and imagery sessions when I had met these figures while walking on my path.

Another evening after I gave a lecture, which felt like someone else was giving it and I was simply verbalizing it for them, a woman came up to me and said, “Standing in front of you for the entire lecture was a man and I drew his picture for you.” Again, exactly the face and features of my inner guide. I still have the picture hanging in our home.

My next experience came when I was telling a friend about how busy I was and she said, “Why are you living this life?” Her intention was to get me to slow down and travel less but her question sent me into a trance and I immediately saw myself with a sword in my hand killing people. My first thought was that I had become a surgeon in this life to use a knife to heal and not kill.

I spontaneously went into a trance again a few days later and saw myself living the life of a knight who killed because he feared his lord and what he would do to him if he didn’t carry out his commands. I killed my wife, in this life, and her dog and was devastated by the experience. But at the same time it revealed to me why my wife’s face has always had a hypnotic effect upon me and why I am so involved in rescuing animals.

Ultimately it taught me about having faith in the true Lord and like Abraham, Jesus, Moses, Noah and others to understand that what our Lord asks of us is for the greater good and that if I had said yes I would have not been asked to kill anyone.

Most recently one of our cats disappeared when a door was left open. After several weeks with no sign of her I was sure she was killed by a predator. A friend I had made, Amelia Kinkade, is an animal intuitive who lives in Los Angeles. We live in Connecticut and Amelia has never been to our home or near it. I pestered her to tell me where the cat was and one day I received an email, without even sending Amelia a picture of the cat, and it detailed the house, yard, other animals and people who were involved in the cat’s life. The next day I went out and found the cat exactly where Amelia said it was hiding.

She told me in the email, “The cat is alive because I can see through its eyes.”

If that doesn’t make me a believer nothing will. I totally believe that consciousness is non-local and not limited to the body. I also have experienced this through the drawings and dreams of patients I have cared for which allows them to know their diagnosis and what the future holds for them. As Jung said, “The future is unconsciously prepared long in advance and therefore can be guessed by clairvoyants.”

I believe it is this unconscious awareness which we each bring with us when we are born. So I do not believe we literally live many lives but that we bring with us the experience of previous lives. Thus the wiser we get the better the future will be for those who follow us.

I wish to thank Bernie for sharing his amazing blog of true-life miracles with my readers. It just proves that we are born with Spirit–Guides/Guardian Angels, we are their job and they take that job seriously. Meet your guides in your dreams.

Guest Bio: About Dr. Bernie Siegel: Bernie, as he prefers to be called, was born in Brooklyn, NY, and attended Colgate University and Cornell University Medical College. He graduated with honors and holds membership in two scholastic honor societies, Phi Beta Kappa and Alpha Omega Alpha. He trained to become a surgeon at Yale New Haven Hospital, West Haven Veteran’s Hospital and the Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh. In 1989, Bernie retired from Yale as an Assistant Clinical Professor of General and Pediatric Surgery to speak to patients, their families and caregivers.

Bio: Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos, Intuitive Life Coach, survived three breast cancers missed by the medical community, wrote SURVIVING CANCERLAND: Intuitive Aspects of Healing (Cypress House, Jan 2014) websites: Surviving Cancerland & Access Your Inner Guide, Hosts Living Well Talk Radio , Cancer Q&A columnist CapeWomenOnlineMagazine, Dream Queen columnist- Wellness Woman 40 & Beyond, Your Dream Interpretation http://www.yourdreaminterpretation.com/about-us/ ,WakeUpWomen; R.A. BLOCH Cancer Foundation Hotline Counselor. Represented by Steve Allen Media

Halfway to Heaven: The Healing Power of Pets & Who We Are

I had the most incredible nurse by my side when I went through all three of my breast cancer challenges.


This nurse not only brought me food and laid it gently  on my chest to coax me to eat after a particularly bad chemotherapy sessions, but also slept beside me and followed me into the bathroom during my many nightly trips to the toilet.  There, he would cover my cold feet with his warm furry stomach and patiently waited for me to finish.

This amazing feline nurse was my Siamese cat of 27 years. Baby Cakes was the cat who barked and healed.

 

The first time I saw Baby Cakes he was all alone in a pet shop window. “How much is that white kitty in the window?” I asked. “And may I please hold her?”

 

Baby buried his face in the bend of my arm and sneezed when the sales girl returned. “That kitten is a he, not a she. He’s some kind of white Siamese, and I’m sorry, but he’s not for sale. He’s sick. We’re returning him to the breeder tomorrow.”

 

I knew what that meant, and it was not good. Caring for a sick kitten was costly and most breeders were not into spending money. They were into making it.

 

As she reached for him Baby barked like a dog. “Darn it. He always makes me jump when he does that. Learned it from the dogs in here. Too bad he’s going back. He’s so smart.”

 

“He’s not going back. I’m taking him home. Help me make this happen.” She did.

 

That was 27 years, 3 breast cancers, 2 chemotherapy and radiation treatments, and 21 operations ago. We’ve been to hell and back together.

 

Hell, we’ve been through cancer together!

 

Baby’s unconditional love was expressed in tweets, purrs, and barks. When my health reports faxed to my home had ALERT typed on all four sides of the paper, Baby would sit in my lap, gaze into my eyes, read my emotions and then reach up and gently caress my face with his paw as if to say, “It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry. You’re not alone. I’m here. Let’s take a nap. We’ll feel better.” And we always did.

 

Dreams were our escape from cancer reality during treatment because truth be told, it was when I was awake that the nightmare always resumed, those many years ago.    

 

Last night’s dream was the beginning of today’s nightmare of a different sort because I am cured of cancer, now. I got my report of clean health for the seventh year in a row a few weeks ago. But this prophetic dream was a forewarning that prepared me for the end of my life with Baby Cakes. My nurse, having finished his work, was finally ready to leave me.

 

Two spirit guides dressed in brown hooded robes with a rope belts stepped through the pop-up in my epic dream. This pop-up is much like a pop-up on your computer, except that it is the doorway to the room-between-realms that is neither of the living nor the dead, but a place where spirit guides can enter dreams with prophetic information.

In the dream, I’m told by my Spirit guides that Baby is dying. I run through my house looking for him. I recognize one of my Inner selves from a previous dream holding him in her arms. “Baby is dying,” she says and holds him out to me. Suddenly my house begins to fall apart and I have to run across the failing floors and jump over the abyss that extends down two floors to take him from her.

 

“This is Baby’s last day. Carry him with you in your dreams because this is the last night you will have with him,” a hooded guide says on my left.  I hugged him to me and walked though my dream house cradling and singing to my Baby.

 

The next morning I jumped out of bed, searched for Baby and found him beside the fireplace sleeping on his heated fur pad. He purrs when he sees me and then begins to groan from pain.  My nightmare flowed into my morning and became a reality as Baby, a big eater, refused his favorite jar of baby food.

 

The dream made sense. My Inner guides, knowing my love for Baby Cakes, had warned me that my home would be losing an important part of its foundation. My Inner self found him first and I was willing to hurl myself over the abyss of death and destruction to hold Baby’s spirit in the dream world one last night. We would always be able to find each other and meet in the dream world. 

                  

 On the way to the vet, I am still in denial of my dream and Baby’s fate. I decide that I will not leave Baby at the vet if they need to run tests.  I’ll bring him back tomorrow.  In 27 years Baby has never been away from home. No, I’ll not leave Baby alone at the vet overnight.

 

“All of Baby’s organs are failing. He is diabetic and in a ketonicc state. This is not unusual for a 27 year old cat that has tongue cancer.” 

 

The cancer had been discovered during a routine dental check-up seven years ago and at that time Baby had been given six months to live. The months came and went but Baby stayed. “Baby Cakes is a miracle cat to have survived this long with or without cancer. But now he is in pain and not going to get better. He is shutting down.”

The decision is made.  A shot to quiet him and stop the pain is followed by pink death. Pink nose, Pink month… Synchronicity can be a kick-in-the-pants.

 “He’s halfway to heaven,” the vet said after the first injection.  “You can leave if you want. We’ll take care of him.”

 

 But I didn’t. I wouldn’t leave my Baby. And my husband wouldn’t leave me. So we sat together and waited as a family. When I was in my darkest hour, Baby never left me. He purred to me. He stroked my face and warmed my feet.

 

 

As we held Baby’s paws beneath the security of his towel, I sang his favorite words to the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb…. “Baby Cakes mouse treats, Outside play, momma daddy love toy….” The words to the song don’t fit or rhyme but they are perfect.  As I Reiki him, his body relaxes and his spirit slips out. He is free. The pain is gone. And so is my Baby. Where did he go? Who will take care of him? Will he be lonely? He’s never been away from home.

 

My Inner-guidance answers, “Stop torturing yourself. You know all those answers and if you don’t remember them, you’ll find them in your dreams. Believe.”

 

 When Baby was all the way to heaven, I closed his blue eyes, and kissed his precious white head. Only the pink tips of his ears distinguished him from the towel.

 

He was still warm as I tucked him in for his fist night ever away from home.

 

 Now, as I sit to type, I must stop crying to see the keys. My nose clears and his smell rises from my chest where I held him so close on the ride to the vet. I have to wash my clothes. I know I must. But, not yet. Let me sit with him just a little longer, with his smell and fur all over me—a reminder that there are things that survive cancer and death—LOVE.

 

 The washing machine will wash away the last physical remnants of my Baby Cakes but his memories are marked indelibly in my mind and life. I’ve read that some pets will take on the illness of their loved one. But I know Baby did not die of cancer. He died of old age. Cancer was a part of his life but did not rule his life. Love ruled his life.

   

And, love cannot be washed away by soap and water. If love is one of the things you can take with you to the other side, I hope Baby remembers me when I get there because I will be thinking of him as I climb the stairway to heaven on my way to find my little nurse.  If you can take love with you to the other side, is it already there waiting, too? I’ll bet it is.

 

How did my Spirit guides know? Why did they warn me in the dream of impending death?

 

Perhaps because even they know the importance of our animals—our furry children—in our lives—and the importance of their unconditional love, loyalty and profound healing powers. Animals are gifts from God with healing powers that we are only just beginning to understand. 

 

Two days later a tiny wooden box and card arrived from the vet. The card contained a poem that touched my heart and explained it all.

 

 

Just this side of heaven lies the Rainbow Bridge.

When a pet dies, it goes to the Rainbow Bridge.

It makes friends with other animals and frolics over rolling

hills and peaceful lush meadows of green.

They are as healthy and playful as we remember them in days gone by.

 

Together, the animals chase and play, but the day comes

when a pet will suddenly stop and look into the distance …

Bright eyes intent, eager body quivering.

Suddenly recognizing you, your pet bounds quickly across the green

fields and into your embrace. You celebrate in joyous reunion.

You will never again be separated.

 

Happy tears and kisses are warm and plentiful,

Your hands caress the face you missed. You look into the loving eyes of your pet and know that you never really parted. You realize that though out of sight, your love had been remembered.

You cross the rainbow bridge together.

 

 

Animals help bring back the innocence and wonder of life and reconnect to inner joy that is “Who We Are.”

 

As I place the tiny wooden box of ashes above the fireplace, I hear a muffled bark followed by the sound of a belled toy in the hallway, and my sadness lifts as the room fills with love.

 

Like a typical cat, Baby Cakes must have used the Rainbow Bridge to find his way back home.

 

This blog is taken from the soon to be released book Baby Cakes: The Cat who Barked and Healed, by Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos

 

 

 

Bio: Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos, Intuitive Life Coach, survived three breast cancers, wrote SURVIVING CANCERLAND: Intuitive Aspects of Healing (Cypress House, Jan 2014) websites: Surviving Cancerland & Access Your Inner Guide, Hosts Living Well Talk Radio , Cancer Q&A columnist CapeWomenOnlineMagazine, Dream Queen columnist- Wellness Woman 40 & Beyond, Your Dream Intrepretation http://www.yourdreaminterpretation.com/about-us/ ,WakeUpWomen; R.A. BLOCH Cancer Foundation Hotline Counselor. Represented by Steve Allen Media

5 Things You Must Know About Your Nighttime Dreams to Live an Awakened Life

My guest blogger today is fellow Patheos Blogger and best selling author Kelly Sullivan Walden. Her book It is All in Your Dreams has just hit the book shelves and I’m so honored to be one of the contributing authors! My dream in her book is about my Spirit Guide handing me an angel feather to help me Stand in My Power & Speak My Truth during my fight with cancer….and I lived to share the story.

We spend one-third of our lives sleeping and during that time we dream…every night. Yet, for most people, the territory of nighttime dreams is shrouded in mystery.

Our dreams remain an “X” file because in our culture they are looked upon my most people as frivolous, nonsensical, random firings of an over-worked brain. Because of this erroneous perspective, most people don’t take the time to shine a light on these nocturnal escapades that, if understood, would completely change their lives.

In fact, what most people don’t realize is that some of the greatest contributions to science, medicine, art, technology, and industry have been brought to light via dreams (and the dreaming mind). For example, unless you live in a nudist colony, I bet you are wearing some form of clothing right now. Did you know that the sewing needle was dreamed into being through an inventor named Elias Howe in 1846? In fact, his invention of the sewing needle that led to the sewing machine is one of the catalysts for the entire Industrial Revolution. If it weren’t for Elias Howe’s remembered dream and others like it, we would be shivering, naked, in the dark, without (gasp) Internet access. Frightening thought, isn’t it? (Not the naked part, but the lack of Internet!)

What if your breakthrough, idea, solution, invention, or insight was scheduled to arrive via Dream UPS (Universal Providence Supplier) tonight in your dreams? If you knew this, would you take the time upon awakening (a measly 5 minutes) to record your dreams?

I thought so.

Ok. Now that I’ve got you revved up and inspired to remember your dreams…what are you going to do with them???

Don’t despair. I’ve got you covered! It just so happens that my friend and fellow dream expert Kelly Sullivan Walden, bestselling author, just launched her latest and greatest book, “It’s All In Your Dreams: How to Interpret Your Sleeping Dreams to Make Your Waking Dreams Come True.”

When you buy the book TODAY on Amazon.com (for only $11.32 on Amazon.com) you’ll receive access to $1,000 worth of dreamy bonus gifts (including one from Yours Truly)…and you’ll be invited to join Kelly’s 30-Day Dream Challenge (for fre*e).

In Kelly’s book you’ll learn about her secret DREAM Code: a 5-step process to help you remember, connect, and use your night dreams be a springboard for your greatest waking dreams to come true.

Here’s a sneak peak into the Dream code…where DREAM stands for:

D is for declaration: State what you want, clearly and precisely.

R is for remembrance: Learn easy ways to remember exactly what you dream.

E is for embodiment: Feel the energy in your body; bring the change into your life.

A is for activation: Do something. Take an action to bring your dream into the waking world.

M is for mastermind: Tell the tale of your dream and discover the details. Learn to create a dream mastermind group, share and transfer, and group dream.

Here’s how you can get your copy of It’s All In Your Dreams along with $1,000 worth of dreamy bonus gifts:

1. Go to Amazon.com and purchase a copy of It’s All In Your Dreams .

2. Scroll over your Amazon.com Order number and copy it (for the next step).

3. Go to Kelly’s launch website: www.30DayDreamChallenge.com and input your name, e-mail address and Amazon.com order number

4. Over the next thirty days, you’ll receive a “Daily Dream Assignment” to inspire you toward dream mastery.

5. Each day that you post a dream (or dream snippet) you’ll be given a link to your free gift for the day (an e-book or mp3 from a healthy living/dreaming expert) that matches that day’s dream assignment.

6. If you’re feeling particularly excited about the 30-Day Dream Challenge and the bonus gifts and want to share this opportunity with your friends, purchase 5-10 copies of It’s All In Your Dreams on Amazon.com, you will be given access to a private dream Tele-class which gives you an opportunity to get your personal dream question(s) answered.

Wanna play?

Great! Now get your dream on!

Kelly Sullivan Walden

Dream Expert, Founder of Dream-Life Coach Training Author of It’s All In Your Dreams – www.30DayDreamChallenge.com

About the author- Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos is a Green Beret Army-Brat born and raised in Germany, three- time breast cancer survivor who penned SURVIVING CANCERLAND. www.survivingcancerland.com , BTRadio Host of Living Well Talk Radio’s Your Life Revealed, Doctor’s Inn: TLC Wellness; Patheos & Om Times Blogger, CapeWomenOnlineMagazine Cancer Columnist, Contributing author to WakeUpWomen.com and Kelly Sullivan Walden’s book It’s All in Your Dreams. She is represented by & Steve Allen PR Media. Download her free workbook 7 Steps to Access Awaken and Activate Your Inner Guide @ AccessYourInnerGuide.com

Video Blog: Cancer Awareness Week- Lest We Forget...

 It is Cancer Awareness Week. The years and time between these special dates with deep meaning seem to fly by...unless you or someone you love is in treatment.  

       This video interview is dedicated to all those in the thick of battle, those caring for patients and loved ones still in the thick of battle, especially our doctors, nurses, social workers, Hospice Angels and everyone else who cares and helps those in need during this special time, in their own special caring and loving way. This day is also dedicated to those of you who walk the walks, talk the talks, stand in your power and speak your truth, march, and run in our honor and support.

You give of your heart and precious time without asking for anything in return, raise money for research and those in financial crisis while struggling through your own life challenges. Your smiles, hugs and attention reassures us that everything will work out. And one way or another it always does because we are in the Hands of our Higher Power...loving Hands that will never drop us.
        You, our Earth Angel Helpers are special and so needed. You are the light for so very many of us searching for hope in our darkest hour. We give you our thanks and a Big Hug from our heart.... 

       And, as if we could ever forget,  a moment of silence for our loved ones who have "passed over." We remember you. We love, honor and respect you. We'll see you again in our dreams and beyond....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nrlHcPVx3g

Author Bio: Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos- survived three breast cancers &penned SURVIVING TRAUMALAND: The Intuitive Aspects of Healing. She’s a contributing author to many books, phone counselor for the R.A. BLOCH Cancer Foundation, CapeWomenOnlineMagazine Q&A Cancer Columnist, Radio Host- Between Our Sheets w/Authors, Tarot & Runes: Your Life Revealed, Doctor’s Inn, GATE Radio, Inspirational Keynote speaker, mentor, PATHEOS & Om Times blogger & part of LinkedIn’s WELLNESS AUTHORITY.  Follow her social media sites @ www.survivingcancerland.com