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		<description><![CDATA[                    &#160; &#160;                                                                                                   &#160;   Saturday March 24th 10:00-4:00pm          Namaste, Rev. Kyle Hutchinson says that this is a community event for the community by the community. Our vision is to create a fun and welcoming environment for the public to experience the magic and love that comes from people [...]]]></description>
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<h3><strong>  Saturday March 24th 10:00-4:00pm</strong></h3>
<h2>         <strong>Namaste,</strong></h2>
<h2><strong>Rev. Kyle Hutchinson says that this is a community event for the community by the community. Our vision is to create a fun and welcoming environment for the public to experience the magic and love that comes from people coming together to co-create, support, and heal. Come browse and shop, network, experience the healing of holistic modalities,expand your spiritual horizons, or simply just come hangout and socialize! Inside: Light workers offer healing sessions throughout the day. Skills &amp; Gifts offered range from massage &amp; reflexology, medium &amp; psychic readings, reiki and aura cleansing, and much, much more. Outside: An abundance of vendors, food, live music, drumming, belly dancing Admission is free. This event is open to everyone &amp; all ages.</strong></h2>
<h2><strong>Most vendors<a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Trip-headshot20002.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-1580" title="Trip headshot20002" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Trip-headshot20002-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a> and Light workers will only be accepting cash.</strong></h2>
<h2><strong>As a Lightrunner I will be running the Light by doing my readings from 1:00-4:00pm on Saturday the 24th. </strong></h2>
<h2><strong>Hope to see you there. Find Rev. Susan Stockton <a href="http://www.earthspiritcenter.org">@www.earthspiritcenter.org</a>  </strong></h2>
<h2><strong>25251 Power Rd. Queen Creek, AZ 85142</strong></h2>
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<h2><strong><em>Susan</em></strong></h2>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 20:48:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[   Namaste,                                             Simple Karma   I have been thinking about the idea of Karma lately and wanted to share my thoughts with you. Karma for me is a profound and complex subject. My renewed interest wants to think of it in simpler terms. Simple, so that I do not overwhelm you the reader or [...]]]></description>
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<p class="fancy">Namaste,</p>
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<p class="fancy">Simple Karma</p>
<p>  I have been thinking about the idea of Karma lately and wanted to share my thoughts with you. Karma for me is a profound and complex subject. My renewed interest wants to think of it in simpler terms. Simple, so that I do not overwhelm you the reader or myself. </p>
<p>The Sanskrit word Karma (or kammi in Pali) literally means “action” or “deed.” In Hinduism, Buddhism and Jainism Karma it is the sum of one’s good and evil actions, carried over from one life to the next, determining whether that life is better or worse than the previous life? Thus, Karma is the concept of cause and effect. Karma is action, and Vipaka, is the fruit or result, it is the reaction.</p>
<p>Buddha specifically used the term Karma in reference to one’s intention or motivation while doing the action.</p>
<p>In Western science, Karma sometimes equates with Isaac Newton’s third law of Motion which states: “To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” However, Newton’s laws of motion refer only to the physical forces, matter and motion. Whereas Karma includes life, consciousness and motive as well as physical force and matter.</p>
<p>The idea of Karma is also in Christianity, it is conveyed in the Bible although God is the medium that links actions to the results.</p>
<p>          Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A person reaps what he sows.</p>
<p>          (Epistle to the Galatians 6:7)</p>
<p>In the Kabbalah Judaism holds comparisons to Hinduism and Tibetan Buddhism concepts. Kabbalah in Hebrew means “received tradition”, reflecting the belief that it continues an ancient line of thought.</p>
<p>The Hebrew term <em>tikum </em>has the root word meaning, “To rectify,” ‘to make whole,” or “to redeem.” In essence the Kabbalah teaches us that every human soul created by God has a unique role to play in the divine plan, an idea that resonates with the Hindi concept of dharma. Kabbalist also believe that one single lifetime is insufficient for the soul to complete its mission on earth. Personal Karma is bandied around our everyday conversations with common sayings “what goes around comes around.” Alternatively, “You get what you give.”</p>
<p>What does Karma mean for the average person? The four laws of karma say it all.</p>
<p>Results are similar to cause, meaning that when I cause harm  to another person the action is negative and the action leads to suffering, thus not only the other person suffers from my doing, but I also suffer as a result of my action.</p>
<p>There are no results without a cause the laws of science require both.</p>
<p>Once an action is done, the result is permanent. It does not disappear.<br />
The</p>
<p>The expansion of Karma arises due to the imprint of an action in our mind. It tends to be habit forming.</p>
<p>These laws of Karma are ripened by the</p>
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<li>Previous action or karmic potential,</li>
<li>The circumstances or conditions must be available before one can undergo a specific result (vipaka).</li>
<li>A deluded mind is necessary for without delusions we will never experience the results of previous actions.</li>
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<p>What decides when a causal effect will occur as Karma?</p>
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<li>His Holiness the Dalai Lama was asked the following;</li>
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<p>Question: “Could your holiness please explain why the results of Karma are sometimes instant and why on other occasions we have to wait lifetimes before the causal effect occurs?”</p>
<p>     Answer:  “One factor would be the intensity of the karmic action itself. Another factor is the extreme to which the various conditions that are necessary for that karma to ripen are complete, and this is dependent in turn, on other karmic actions. Vasubandhu addressed this in the Abhidharmakosha, in which he states’ that the karmic actions which are the most forceful tend to produce their effects first. If the intensity of a karmic action is equal to that of another karmic action, then the result of the action with which the individual is most familiar tend to ripen first. However, if two karmic actions are equally forceful and equally familiar, then the one that is committed earlier tends to produce its results first.”  </p>
<p>This excerpt is taken from the<em> Four Noble Truths</em> by his Holiness the Dalai Lama.</p>
<p>Sometimes it is easier to use large scale examples that we can all relate to besides our individual issues.</p>
<p> Since we just experienced the 10<sup>th</sup> anniversary of 9/11 and the earlier killing of Osama bin Laden, I have chosen this example of Karma. What Karma did this action create? Are there  repercussions?</p>
<p>In alignment with the laws of science listed above;</p>
<p>In response to 9/11, the killing was provoked by a previous action that ripened the laws of potential Karma.</p>
<p>The conditions were available as our delusional separateness was reinforced by the American anger and hate we felt for such a barbaric act upon our soil and the loss of nearly 3,000 souls.</p>
<p>The circumstances of hiding in Pakistan created by Osama bin Laden himself allowed the Karmic effect. Finding his vulnerability for a strike the Navy Seals attacked his compound and killed him.</p>
<p>If you re-read the excerpt above from the Dali Lama, we see that the Karmic actions followed these rules regarding the intensity and the timeline of the events.</p>
<p>We are our nation, and our Karma is our nation’s Karma. I don’t think that too many of us would act differently. The moment the Seals knew he was in Pakistan and entered the compound it was too compelling. However, what is our and the goverment&#8217;s intention behind the killing? The Seals doing their job, hatred, revenge or the promise made by our leaders to get Osama? </p>
<p>With awareness comes true compassion and the recognition of the oneness of all beings. It is hard to see that we are one with the terrorists as our belief system does not even fathom the killing of innocents in the name of Allah.</p>
<p>Pure compassion demands that we do not respond to hatred with hatred or fear and that we do not participate in creating suffering but eliminate it. However, we are only humans striving to be better.</p>
<p>The manner in which we choose to burn our Karmic forces and our intent in doing so as an individual and as a nation defines who we are at this moment in time.</p>
<p class="fancy">Susan</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2011 18:52:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tweet Namaste, Happy New Year 2011! I wish you all a magnificent 2011 with good health and happy thoughts. According to the ancient Maya the creation of the universe is effected by nine waves. We are feeling the shift into the consciousness of the 9th wave, on March 9, 2011.  The Conscious Convergence, on July [...]]]></description>
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<p class="fancy">Namaste,</p>
<h2>Happy New Year 2011!</h2>
<h2>I wish you all a magnificent 2011 with good health and happy thoughts.</h2>
<h2>According to the ancient Maya the creation of the universe is effected by nine waves. We are feeling the shift into the consciousness of the 9th wave, on March 9, 2011.  The Conscious Convergence, on July 17-18 2010 was a time to set the intention for the next wave of the Mayan calendar system. The new consciousness generated by the 9th wave is Unity consciousness which will manifest itself as we set our intention and co–create this level of consciousness on our journey towards ascension. </h2>
<h2>All change whether good or bad is stressful and it is time to let the old patterns and disappointments of 2010, and the past, flow from our heart chakra through a silver cord into the bowels of the earth and set us free for what is to come.</h2>
<h2>I set my intent on New Year’s Day, but is has taken me a few days to get it down on paper.</h2>
<h2>I wake up and choose to be joyful.</h2>
<h2>I meditate every morning as soon as I awake.</h2>
<h2>I enjoy my swim workout and my aerobics and my long walks and/or the treadmill.</h2>
<h2>I cook good food and collect nutritious recipes and I shop organically in order to cook healthy meals for myself.</h2>
<h2>I forfeit more consumer goods and services I do not need.</h2>
<h2>I read more literary books and continue my Book Club.</h2>
<h2>I give away everything that I am not using consistently; clothes, food, gadgets.</h2>
<h2>I finished my Memoir. It is sitting still, waiting for a re-write and another read.</h2>
<h2>I am a better friend.</h2>
<h2>I set my intention for the activation of Unity consciousness as I assist in the co-creation of these evolutionary waves.</h2>
<h2>These intentions are not much different from last year. My writers club disbanded and I did finish one of my books despite a challenging year for me.</h2>
<h2>My intention is now set.</h2>
<h2>                                                                  <span class="fancy"><strong>Susan</strong></span></h2>
<h2>“This is when, for the first time, standing on the balance that the Galactic Underworld has brought, we will begin to sense the supramental consciousness that the Universal Underworld will bring. For all those seeking to become part of the new species of human beings endowed with an unlimited consciousness, this is a time to absorb the new energies of universality.”</h2>
<h2>—Dr. Carl Johan Calleman, author: The Mayan Calendar and the Transformation of Consciousness</h2>
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		<description><![CDATA[  Namaste,            Merry Christmas to all my friends, clients and those just passing by to read a bit of news. This has been a year of change and loss. Most of us have seen our assets shrink, while our waistbands have not. Some have lost their jobs and their homes. Learning to live with [...]]]></description>
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<h2><em>Merry Christmas to all my friends, clients and those just passing by to read a bit of news.</em></h2>
<h2><em>This has been a year of change and loss.</em></h2>
<h2><em>Most of us have seen our assets shrink, while our waistbands have not. Some have lost their jobs and their homes.</em></h2>
<h2><em>Learning to live with less is more . . . as we connect with what is dear to us, our families and friends and embrace with gratitude all that we have in this present moment.</em></h2>
<h2><em>2011 holds hope in our hearts as we shift to renewed prosperity for everyone.</em></h2>
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<h2><em class="fancy">                                        Blessings!</em></h2>
<h2><em class="fancy">                                            Susan</em></h2>
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		<description><![CDATA[Susan at Temple Uluwatu Namaste, Long before Elizabeth Gilbert wrote her popular book “Eat, Pray, Love,” I had done just that in Italy, India and Bali. Unfortunately, I didn’t write a bestselling book. Kudos to Elizabeth for writing her book and sharing her remarkable journey. However, I did eat my way through Indonesia tasting the Balinese [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong><em class="fancy">Namaste,</em></strong></p>
<p>Long before Elizabeth Gilbert wrote her popular book “Eat, Pray, Love,” I had done just that in Italy, India and Bali. Unfortunately, I didn’t write a bestselling book. Kudos to Elizabeth for writing her book and sharing her remarkable journey.</p>
<p>However, I did eat my way through Indonesia tasting the Balinese delicacies served throughout the island, starting with the Nusa Dua Hotel restaurant and moving on to Ubud’s many restaurants. We tried the Dirty Duck, Cafe Wayan, Cafe Luna, Ary’s Warung and Shandana Veggie Cafe. We drank mango lassi&#8217;s, so cool and refreshing as good as any I have had in Malaysia or India. We prayed daily at the numerous Temples we visited across Bali.</p>
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<p class="mceTemp">My first experience in Bali was life changing. The beauty and spiritual depth of the Balinese people captures one’s heart as no other culture. Each morning we observed the woman of the house preparing a food offering fringed with frangipani or orchids and placing it at the doorway of the house for the Spirits. It is so touching to witness this devotion as a morning ritual.  In the evenings the village men were seen rushing to temple from work, a tribute to their faith. Many homes had Spirit houses placed outside the doorways.</p>
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<p>Let me share with you my healing with a renowned Balinese Healer and the unique experience of a Hindi Cremation Ceremony as I traveled with friends on my own spiritual journey throughout Bali. Flying on Garuda Airlines to Denpasar after meeting up in Los Angeles with our little group Monica, Carol and Delores, for the long flight to Bali we began our new adventure. I was a presenter for “Power Places” of California and we knew that we had an additional group of spritual seekers awaiting us in Bali.</p>
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<p class="mceTemp">The tour company had set up the conference in the Nusa Dua Beach Hotel at Kawasan Partwisata in Nusa Dua, a luxury hotel on the Indian Ocean with a fantastic spa.</p>
<p>We spent spent several several days at the hotel meeting our traveling companions and enjoying the Metaphysical Workshops by different presenters. We arranged to meet with a Balinese Healer, called a <em>Balian</em> and a Psychic healer. The <em>Balian</em> was located in the village of Desa Singapadu Tengah near Ubud. We met individually with each healer speaking through a translator. The Physical Healer was amazing especially for me in retrospect. He told me that I had a serious condition on my right side above my stomach. I shrugged it off thinking it was some future female issue. The healer touched my right side a little above my waist and pressed his hand into the flesh below my rib cage. Unbeknownst to me I had  a rare pheochromocytoma tumor and a mass on my adrenal gland which was growing and eventually caused great havoc to my system. The Balinese healer saw this disease in May,1996 and told me that I would eventually need surgery. This tumor was discovered by chance in 2009 and its removal with the adrenal gland likely saved my life.</p>
<p class="mceTemp">My oncologist found the tumor and the surgeon removed it as non malignant. My doctor informed me that the tumor had been growing slowly for years. The Balinese healer identified my condition thirteen years before the doctors found it in my body. The tumor spikes extremely high blood pressure and the symptoms mimic a heart attack and if misread can be fatal. I had known something was wrong and until I began to write down my symptoms over a long period of time no one could piece it together.</p>
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<p class="mceTemp">Remarkable in itself, I who usually pay attention to what I am told discounted the symptoms the healer described albeit, maybe because I had other acute health issue to deal with or I was having too much fun living life, and I had forgotten what he told me until I began to ready myself to blog about this trip and in looking over my notes taken at the time I was completely astounded at what he had foretold and how it had occurred.</p>
<p class="mceTemp">I did not take notes myself on the information from the psychic healer as I was caught up in the moment with the translator and don&#8217;t remember what she said to me, However, I do recall what she told Monica and it too has come to pass.</p>
<p class="mceTemp">That is however, Monica&#8217;s story to tell.</p>
<div id="attachment_855" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 160px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/balinese-psychic-001_crop3.jpg"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-855" title="balinese-psychic-001_crop3" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/balinese-psychic-001_crop3-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Balinese Psychic</p></div>
<div id="attachment_875" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 197px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/balinese-cremation-ceremony-001_edited-1_crop1.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-875" title="balinese-cremation-ceremony-001_edited-1_crop1" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/balinese-cremation-ceremony-001_edited-1_crop1-187x300.jpg" alt="" width="187" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Funeral Tower</p></div>
<p class="mceTemp">We were privileged to attend a Balinese Cremation ceremony for an elderly village woman who had died. The ceremony was an assault on the senses. In the cremation, called a <em>pengabenan,</em> we saw traces of many religions, Hinduism, Buddhism, animism, magic, spirits and Christianity. The Balinese believe that the soul lives in the body as a temporary state and upon death the soul must be returned to the five elements, solid, liquid, energy, radiance and ether to become ready for reincarnation.</p>
<p>When I returned to Washington DC a friend looked at the pictures of the cremation ceremony and commented, &#8220;It looks like a movie set are you sure it was real.&#8221;I assured him that this was Bali and a real Hindi cremation that we had attended.</p>
<p class="mceTemp">The drumming, chanting, and flurry of noisy chatter could be heard before we saw the sight of the villagers dressed in multi-colored batik sarongs. The men stood about in swirling skirts some in black and white checks with black shirts and batik waistbands carrying the Pagoda like tower. Visible from every angle was the white shrouded body of the deceased as she was carried through the village to the site of the ceremony for the burning of the body.</p>
<div id="attachment_762" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 160px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/funeral-pyre-001_crop.jpg"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-762" title="funeral-pyre-001_crop" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/funeral-pyre-001_crop-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Funeral Pyre</p></div>
<p>Following the procession along the brown dirt road full of potholes in the unbearable heat and humidity we traveled by foot to the cremation celebration. We stopped to watch the villagers gather food at Balinese homes and were invited in to see the huge array of cooking that was going on for the feast. The family walked in front of the colorful tower. The vision of that day stays with me current and vivid in my minds eye as the joy of life at death was evident during the funeral celebration of a Balinese elder.</p>
<p class="mceTemp">We returned to our hotel in Nyuh Kuning walking the short trek from Ubud through Monkey Forest keeping the creatures at bay. We had moved from the luxurious Nusa Dua hotel and our inexpensive hotel was as lovely as one could imagine overlooking verdant rice paddies. Our room included breakfast with banana pancakes, coffee and fresh fruit for rates about $25.00 dollars a night for two. The pool was surrounded with bougainvillea vines. The rooms were high up on stilts with hand made Balinese teak wood furniture, nestled away from the hub of Ubud.</p>
<div id="attachment_869" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 242px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/scan0002_edited-1_crop6.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-869" title="scan0002_edited-1_crop6" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/scan0002_edited-1_crop6-232x300.jpg" alt="" width="232" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Monica at Temple (Pura)</p></div>
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<p class="mceTemp">Eating our way through Bali was a given. The fresh seafood was a treat and the wonderful aromatic spices a delight to taste. My friends ordered chicken almost daily and one evening, Delores, my roommate and law clerk buddy from our former lives, said to me,&#8221;Why don&#8217;t you order chicken, I know you like it?&#8221; I said, Oh, I like seafood better, but later after dinner I told her,&#8221; I&#8217;m not sure that is chicken, have you noticed the body, is shaped like a cat but cut like a chicken. Also, have you seen any cats on the island?&#8221;</p>
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<p class="mceTemp">There were no cats on the island as evidenced by the rats of Ubud quite visible running up the bamboo rafters of the restaurants or scurrying through our room at night gnawing through our tupperware containers into our trail mix.  Our hotel in Saren Indah seemed exempt from rats,(as was the Nusa Dua hotel)  and I do mean rats, not mice, maybe that&#8217;s why the hotel was  built on stilts. I noticed Delores stopped ordering chicken after that. Cat indeed! We did not mention our unsavory thoughts to the others.</p>
<div id="attachment_867" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/carol-with-friends-in-temple-gear-001_crop_crop1.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-867" title="carol-with-friends-in-temple-gear-001_crop_crop1" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/carol-with-friends-in-temple-gear-001_crop_crop1-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Carol and friends in Temple gear</p></div>
<p class="mceTemp">Eat and Pray, that came easy for us. In every Temple we thanked God and all the joyous Spirits for our bountiful lives. It was easy to be grateful for the time, the money and health to enjoy such a marvelous adventure. We felt truly blessed and gratitude was ingrained in all of us as we traveled around the area seeing the simplicity of the worldly goods consumed around us. Praying at temple each day with our ceremonial sashes and sarongs covering us gave us time to reflect on our abundant lives. We all enjoyed high paying jobs and the luxury of traveling half way across the world. We knew that we were blessed.</p>
<p class="mceTemp">But love, physical love, not one of us found in Bali. Some had left lovers at home but love was all around us in the family life of the Balinese we met, and the unique giving individual souls who crossed our path.</p>
<p class="mceTemp">Not a personal soul mate like Elizabeth found, but many souls living lives of unconditional love. One such soul we met in the form and spirit of a woman named Ibu (mother) Robin Lim, a midwife, poet, author and remarkable woman. She was providing limited midwifery care with a few volunteers to the people who needed it in the area of Ubud out of her spacious Balinese home which was still being built at the time. We visited her home and donated what we could to her cause. Her enterprise was new when we met her but in the decade that we have been gone, I am happy to say her Foundation has flourished. She now does her work in Bali, Aceh Sumatra, Indonesia and Haiti. If you are drawn to her service for others please check out her Foundation and make a donation if you wish. It is called Yayasan Bumi Sehat (Healthy Mother Earth) Foundation and can be found at<a href="http://www.bumisehatbali.org"><span style="color: #3366ff;">www.bumisehatbali.org</span></a></p>
<div id="attachment_910" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/image.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-910" title="Robin Lim in Aceh" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/image-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Robin Lim in Aceh</p></div>
<p class="mceTemp">Robin Lim is a mother, grandmother, author, poet, midwife and educator who lives in Bali with her husband and children. She is a certified midwife, with the North American Registry of Midwives and Ikatan Bidan Indonesia. She is founder and executive director for Yayasan Ibu Bumi Sehat Birth Center in Bali. Lim splits her time between the birth center and Tsunami Relief Clinic in Samatiga Aceh, Sumatra. Ibu Robin is an author. Many of her articles, stories, and poems have been published in <span style="color: #3366ff;">Midwifery Today </span>magazine and the <span style="color: #3366ff;">Birthkit newsletter</span>. Lim has been given the <span style="color: #3366ff;">Alexander</span> <span style="color: #3366ff;">Langer International Peace Award</span>.</p>
<p class="mceTemp"><em>(Taken from Robin Lim Bio from <span style="color: #3366ff;">Midwifery Today</span>, accessed on the web 9/16/2010)</em></p>
<h2 class="mceTemp"><em class="fancy">                                    Susan   </em></h2>
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<p class="mceTemp">All photopgraphs were taken by Susan Stockton in May 1996, except for the current picture of Robin Lim taken from web,mage, accessed September 16, 2010, The picture was taken in Aceh, Sumatra, Indonesia and is taken from a field report by Heather Crawford May 13, 2008.</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 19:07:54 +0000</pubDate>
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<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">A gifted reader and friend once told me that I would live in a foreign country in a house on a hill overlooking the ocean. She saw the house as Mediterranean style, whitewashed by sunshine with an inner courtyard. Because I adore Mexico, for years I thought it would be Mexico as I have often traveled there.</h2>
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<div id="attachment_638" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 160px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/223540_12.jpg"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-638" title="223540_12" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/223540_12-150x150.jpg" alt="Puerta Vallarta, Mexico" width="150" height="150" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Puerta Vallarta, Mexico</p></div>
<h2>Greece is also a favorite of mine. The mainland and the islands are joyous to me and I often imagined it to be a Greek Island. My first visit to Athens in 1978 was like coming home as I walked the streets I knew where to go and identified what alleyways to take as shortcuts through the ancient city. I seemed to know the city well although I was traveling there for the first time.                                  </p>
<div id="attachment_686" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 160px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/santorini-greece0001.jpg"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-686" title="Santorini, Greece" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/santorini-greece0001-150x150.jpg" alt="Santorini, Greece" width="150" height="150" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Santorini, Greece</p></div>
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<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Returning to Greece each time I feel like I am returning home. Nafplion on the mainland about a two-hour drive from Athens, on the Peloponnese penisula resonated with me in the same way as Athens. It happened by chance that I went there with my son in 2009 as an afterthought. Like all who travel to the islands, I love the beauty of Santorini and it&#8217;s volcano.  The first time I visited we anchored in the harbor and I went uphill by donkey and walked back down to the port in the evenings to board a private yacht. Now on my last couple of visits there has been the cable car. My son and I loved Mykonos, also. What is there not to love?</h2>
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<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Why does this happen? I don&#8217;t live on an island or beside the sea. Most everything the same reader has told me has happened. Still, I live in the desert. The reader also told me that I return to America when I am very old. Time is flying by and pray tell. . . when is old? Am I invested in the outcome? Maybe in the beginning I was dreaming and fantasizing of a life I did not have. I do love to travel but my life in America is filled with family, friends, and happiness.   I do not speak Spanish well nor can I say but two words in Greek. I was engaged to a Greek fellow in Seattle many years ago and with true serendipity, Greek people and opportunities involving Greece come into my life and consciousness often in the form of Greek friends every where I go. However, I have no plans to sell my house and leave for Greece.   </h2>
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<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I have learned to no longer invest in the outcome of my destiny; it is the process not the outcome that is the journey. </h2>
<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Instead, I try to live in the moment. It does take some practice. We plan, we fantasize, we imagine, we manifest. Our logical mind sets up the scenario that we want to happen and we hold that image so powerfully that we invest emotionally in the outcome of our desired intent. When it does not happen, we are disappointed. We try not to plummet into despair and create a state where the dark night of the soul dwells.</h2>
<div id="attachment_688" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 160px"><a href="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/nafplion-greece0001.jpg"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-688" title="Nafplion, Greece" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/nafplion-greece0001-150x150.jpg" alt="Nafplion, Greece" width="150" height="150" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Nafplion, Greece</p></div>
<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Hearing that prediction so long ago by another trusted reader, I took it as a reminder to see all the places I long to visit and if the opportunity for change beckons to to me I will recognize the opening and make my decision at that moment. Whether it is life on an island, a dream of love, or simply being in a state of bliss, I am ready.</h2>
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		<description><![CDATA[Join me tonight April 8, 2010  at 8:00 pm MT from Phoenix AZ, on blogtalkradio.com with Deidre Howard and her show &#8220;Epiphany.&#8221; I am the guest tonight and would love to hear from you. Deidre is a talented host, psychic healer, documentary film producer and extaordinary lady. The link for the show is http://www.blogtalkradio.com/epiphany Call in [...]]]></description>
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<p>Deidre is a talented host, psychic healer, documentary film producer and extaordinary lady. The link for the show is <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/epiphany">http://www.blogtalkradio.com/<strong>epiphany</strong></a></p>
<p><strong>Call in at 646-915-8080 to say &#8220;hello&#8221; or ask a psychic question.</strong></p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 21:38:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Namaste,     Happy New Year 2010      Every January my clients ask me, “What are your New Year’s resolutions”? Like so many of us have done in the past I made my resolutions and fell short of my goals thinking I had plenty of time to do the impossible. But now I focus on who [...]]]></description>
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<p class="fancy">Happy New Year 2010</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Every January my clients ask me, “What are your New Year’s resolutions”? Like so many of us have done in the past I made my resolutions and fell short of my goals thinking I had plenty of time to do the impossible. But now I focus on who I want to be for the year. It is like starting all over again and wiping the slate clean with a new start. Do I want to be the me of years past or do I want to incorporate some new changes into my life. </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">In recent years first, I simply think about what I want in my life in the New Year. This year I want to be healthier, prettier, richer, wiser, smarter, more compassionate, more spiritual and the best “reader” I can be. I have also chosen the word “creativity” as my 2010 mantra. That about covers it all. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Secondly, I find it best to “set my intent” for the changes I want in my life. There are many ways to set one’s intent. The shelves are lined with books by coaches, therapists and spiritual gurus discussing the idea. For me simplicity is the key. </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I wake up and choose to be joyful.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I meditate every morning as soon as I awake.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I enjoy my swim workout and my aerobics and once again (thank you God) my long walks and my new phase of Tai Chi.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I think about good food and collect wonderful recipes that are nutritious and I shop carefully in order to cook healthy meals for myself every day.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I forfeit items and services I do not need and save money.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I read more literary books and continue my monthly Book Club. </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I continue to meet with my writer’s group and take their criticism to heart.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I finish the books I am writing, at least one of them.</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I am a better friend. </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">My intention is now set. </span></span></p>
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<p>     In 2008 I visited Vietnam with my artist friend Caroline <a href="http://www.carolineorner.com/">http://www.carolineorner.com</a>  and we were interviewed by Tracey Teo a freelance travel writer. The article was later published and I want to share it with you. Tracey is currently working on a documentary about the Smoky Mountains in the US. You can follow Tracey on Twitter.</p>
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<p><strong>Asian cruise lets foodies learn to cook Vietnamese cuisine</strong></p>
<p>By Tracey Teo<strong> </strong></p>
<p>Special to the Herald-LeaderTracey Teo</p>
<p>The Vietnam Cookery Center in Ho Chi Minh City </p>
<p>HO CHI MINH CITY, Vietnam &#8211;</p>
<p>Susan Stockton  Koss and ­Caroline Orner are on a gastronomic odyssey, eating their way through Vietnam as the cruise ship Rhapsody of the Seas sails down the country&#8217;s coastline. But Ho Chi Minh City is what the friends have their hearts and palates set on.</p>
<p>Orner lives in Hagerstown, Md., which has no ­Vietnamese restaurants, so to satisfy her craving for those sweet, salty and sour flavors unique to Vietnamese food, she wants to learn to cook it herself.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s why she&#8217;s at the Vietnam Cookery Center. For her, this is the highlight of a new Asian itinerary offered by Royal Caribbean&#8217;s during a 12-day cruise that originates in Hong Kong, includes stops in Vietnam, Thailand and Cambodia, and ends in Singapore.</p>
<p>Vietnamese is my favorite Asian food, Orner says. If you don&#8217;t live in a big city like New York, it&#8217;s hard to find. After today, I&#8217;ll be able to make Vietnamese food by myself and won&#8217;t have to search for it.</p>
<p>Stockton Koss lives in Phoenix, where Vietnamese food is more readily available, but she also is determined to master the culinary arts of Vietnam.</p>
<p>About 20 other passengers of various nationalities have chosen this shore excursion from the numerous Ho Chi Minh City tours offered.</p>
<p>The students are seated in pairs at small bamboo tables, each with a miniature gas stove. Orner and Stockton Koss are trying to identify ingredients inside the delicate blue and white bowls. After their &#8220;field trip to the market this morning, they think they should know what&#8217;s what, but after some discussion, they can&#8217;t agree.</p>
<p>During the visit to Ben Thanh Market, the group was introduced to foods common to Vietnamese cuisine. Vegetables like elephant ear and morning glory the vegetable, not the flower are as ordinary to a Vietnamese cooks as iceberg lettuce and spinach to an American homemaker, but quite extraordinary to most Westerners.</p>
<p>The market has many varieties of fresh fish, sometimes really fresh: alive and swimming in the tank. If you want fish in Vietnam, simply look for the conical hats. Under those hats are fishmongers, sitting on stools so low they appear to be squatting on the ground. Point to the fish you want, and what was swimming in the ocean that morning will be on your dinner table that night.</p>
<p>When chef Nguyen Thai Binh announces (through a translator) that it&#8217;s time to make the first course, lotus stem salad with pork and shrimp, ­Orner and Stockton Koss are all studious attention. Don&#8217;t worry, he says. If you can&#8217;t find lotus stems at home, you can substitute cucumbers or other vegetables.</p>
<p>With the patience of Buddha, the chef guides his culinary disciples through basic Vietnamese cooking techniques for the next hour. He encourages students to eat with all five senses, incorporating colorful presentation, contrasting textures, and a variety of scents and flavors into every dish.</p>
<p>It wouldn&#8217;t be Vietnamese food without a healthy dose of <em>nuoc mam</em>, or fish sauce that is made of fermented anchovies and is notorious for its pungent odor. A Canadian in the group holds her teaspoon of fish sauce at arm&#8217;s length and turns her face as she pours it into the salad dressing. After much cajoling, her husband persuades her to taste it. She discovers that when the sauce is properly mixed with sugar and lime juice, the odor disappears, and the result is a delicious, slightly salty, slightly sweet salad dressing that is naturally fat-free. The flavors are as carefully balanced as rice baskets on the shoulder poles of Vietnamese farmers.</p>
<p>Much more than &#8220;pho&#8217;</p>
<p>By the end of the class, everyone has successfully completed a three-course meal: lotus stem salad, sour fish soup and caramel fish in a clay pot. Orner and Stockton Koss savor their Vietnamese feast as well as the companionship of their fellow foodies. They marvel that there is a whole world of Vietnamese food that goes well beyond <em>pho </em>(pronounced &#8220;fuh-UH&#8221;), the ubiquitous beef-and-noodle soup that&#8217;s so popular in American Vietnamese restaurants.</p>
<p>One thing that makes Vietnamese food so attractive to Orner and Stockton Koss is that it is flavorful without artery-clogging fat and excess calories. Many dishes have been influenced by Vietnam&#8217;s neighbor to the north, China, but they are usually not batter-coated and deep-fried.</p>
<p>Stockton-Koss, a seasoned traveler who has taken cooking classes around the world, says this was one of the most memorable.</p>
<p>&#8220;I have been to cooking schools at the Ritz in Paris and the Oriental Hotel in Bangkok, Stockton- Koss says. This was by far the most individualized and interactive, quaint almost, even with translators.</p>
<p>As the group boards the bus that will take them back to the cruise ship, the talk turns to how everyone will try out their new recipes when they return home.</p>
<p>Orner is planning an elaborate Vietnamese dinner party.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to wear my <em>ao dai</em> that I had made in Nha Trang, she said, referring to the traditional Vietnamese dress.</p>
<p>And I&#8217;m going to make this dinner for my family and friends, she says with the confidence gained from having just earned a cooking certificate from an authentic Vietnamese chef.</p>
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<div><span style="font-size: small;"><em><strong>VOODOO IN PARADISE </strong></em></span></div>
<p><em><strong>Please make any contributions to Haiti through a reputable charity. </strong></em></p>
<div id="attachment_297" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 160px"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-297" title="haiti00013" src="http://www.susanstockton.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/haiti00013-150x150.jpg" alt="Kiki, Donatella, &amp; Susan" width="150" height="150" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Kiki, Donatella, &amp; Susan</p></div>
<p>The ticket taker at Lynx Aviation in Florida took my airline ticket for Haiti and called out my name, prompting me to stand on the luggage rack to be weighed as a passenger, for the aircraft.</p>
<p>“1#$ lbs, female” the man called down the line to his female comrade at the end of the counter who logged the record in a large black ledger, for the Captain of the aircraft. Eeeek! Weights and balances I understood, but to be so indiscreet!</p>
<p>Next to Donatella’s ninety–nine pound weight, whose weigh-in preceded mine, I felt like an elephant as we were herded down the jet way.</p>
<p>“Oh darling, don’t worry it took a month of dieting to get under 100 pounds.” she quipped in her alluring Italian accent. I glanced at Kiki my other traveling companion, as she smirked to control her laughter. Another well shaped “skinny” woman, I muttered to myself.</p>
<p>Soon we were aboard the small aircraft and high in the clouds on our way to Haiti. The sky was a brilliant blue and with the promise of a week in the sun we were jubilant.</p>
<p>Donatella was fidgety,” I can not wait to see Jean Bernard, I miss him so, I love him,” she lamented for the fifth time. “He is such a sweetheart.”</p>
<p>As the Captain lowered the Fairchild Metroliner III, I could see the beach and a narrow strip of concrete gleaming like a bike trail out from the mass of green foliage surrounding the landing strip for Cap Haitian, Haiti’s most northern city. The amazing white sand of the beach had not a body on it and my heart raced to hear the sound of waves, the smell of salt air, and solitude. I heard the landing gear disengage and shortly we were on the runway. All nineteen passengers cheered.</p>
<p>Pungent body odor, carried by the trade winds and a hint of frangipani whirled in my nostrils as we deplaned and ran for the makeshift hangar to clear customs and find the ladies room since our three hour flight from Florida was in an aircraft without a “facility.”</p>
<p>“What, no bottled water and no food, What would we do in a bathroom “emergency?”</p>
<p>On a whim Kiki had called me, asking,” didn’t you tell me once that you longed to go to Haiti? Well I am going; do you want to join me and Donatella?</p>
<p>“Yes,” I shrieked, when?</p>
<p>Sun, friends, beach, swimming and lying in a hammock with no phone, no TV, no e-mail and no work, I could not resist the invitation to stay at the Hotel Cormier Plage situated on a cove facing the sea.</p>
<p>Jean Claude, Kathy, and her son Jean Bernard were each uniquely different and amazing hosts. French by origin they had been in Haiti for almost twenty years and still seemed to posses that unique French flair from their fabulous cooking to their colorful tropical style.</p>
<p>The Land Rover made its way from the main town through the roads with potholes that rivaled our nation’s Capital. All the unrest I had read about was nowhere to be found. Tin corrugated shacks lined the roadside mixed with buildings once beautiful but now crumbling with the architecture of a colonial past. The aggression I had read about associated with the poverty and violence of Haiti was nowhere to be found. Instead, everywhere I looked I felt serenity, peacefulness and the happiness of acceptance in smiling faces.</p>
<p>Wide eyed black-skinned children waived at us and called out to Jean-Bernard who came to the airport to collect us. Donatella thrilled to see him sat in the front and gushed sweet lovers talk the entire way to the hotel.</p>
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<p>We headed south toward the cove and as we climbed inward from the sea and through the mountains we passed villages where woman knelt in dresses or skirts to scrub their family&#8217;s clothes in the springs that traveled down the mountainside and out to sea. Bright, yellow, blue and orange colored cotton dresses and boy’s shorts and shirts in hues of green and blue sizes big to small were spread on the banana leaves covering the dark green jungle leaves like spotted leopards. Brown eyed children carried stained containers of plastic Clorox bottles ad milk cartons from the springs to retrieve their family water supply ofr the day. Someof the children still toddlers stumbled spilling the water on the way.</p>
<p>We settled in at Cormier Plage Hotel on the beach amidst lush tropical gardens of bougainvillea and vegetation with bursts of yellow and red on the plants that were mostly variants of green.</p>
<p>My room was just a few feet from the sand facing the sea. My balcony held two large wicker chairs and a rectangular wooden coffee table barely large enough to hold a book, my evening tea, (or wine) and bare feet.</p>
<p>After a delightful lunch of fresh grilled red snapper cooked to perfection served under a bamboo roofed dining room in the open air facing the ocean, I knew I was in the right place. Lobster, sea urchins, sauces and desserts prepared only the way the French know how, were the order of the day. The conversation drifted from French, to Italian and then English for me.</p>
<p>Daily, I sat in the comfy wicker chair or snuggled in the hammock listening to the ocean sounds that lapped the shore a few yards from my balcony. I swam with the tides careening the surf and slept with the trade winds cooing me to sleep. No need for air conditioning, or ceiling fans to dissuade the mosquitoes. Small green lizards, geckos, climbed the wall by day and winged insects fluttered about at night. I felt secure in the still of the dark as the night sounds lulled me to sleep.</p>
<p>But I was soon to be challenged from my hammock. Jean- Bernard at my coaxing had been working with the locals from Cap to see if we could do what I had only dreamed. I had always longed to attend an authentic voodoo ceremony in a real village with real people, no tourists, as the only invited guests. After a few days of negotiations and our agreement to make a payment for the rum to be consumed by the Voodoo Priest, and four chickens to feed the crowd, and a few</p>
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<p>incidentals paid to the right folks, we were set for the ceremony. The day arrived and we were apprehensive.Donatella suggested, “Maybe we should forget the whole idea, what if something happens and we can’t control it? I am getting nervous.” I was determined to attend.</p>
<p>Only a few stars glittered in the inky sky. We traveled for miles past Cap bumping along on rutted dirt roads, in the Land Rover with Jean-Bernard, Donatella, myself, Kiki and our local guide, a leftover member of the ton ton macoute, from Duvalier’s regime (Papa Doc) whose name escaped me in the translated introduction. Jean Bernard trusted him and he had arranged the logistics of our night into the most fascinating of all Haitian traditions the Voodoo Ceremony.</p>
<p>Kiki, Donatella and I were disoriented after we left Cap and could not tell what direction we were headed. We could hear distant drumming and as it grew steadily louder the guide asked Jean-Bernard to stop the car, The two of them left us sitting in the land Rover. Jean Bernard cautioned us only once. “Stay in the car.No matter what, do not get out of the car. Understood. No matter what happens, someone will come for you, remain in the car if I do not return.” We stayed glued to our seats.</p>
<p>Kiki took my hand and began in a frail voice,</p>
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<p>The Lord is with Thee. . .”</p>
<p>What’s going on in there? Are you chanting? Get out of the car.” Jean-Bernard was pounding on the window trying to open the door which we had locked. “We are three scared former Catholic school girls reciting our prayers,” Donatella murmured.</p>
<p>“For God’s sake get a grip. You all agreed to do this.” Jean Bernard could see that we were holding hands and truly frightened. We were surrounded by blackness, no lights in the distance, no lights or houses or at least none with electricity as Jean Bernard helped from the car.</p>
<p>“Remember what we talked about this afternoon. Do not engage yourself into the ceremony. Even if you are taken up to dance, come back to your place and sit in the plastic chairs I have insisted they bring for us. We are the only guests and the only non Haitians here. We are privileged. Be respectful but do not and I mean do not, start swaying to the music and do not get up to follow in the dancing. I mean it. Stay seated at all times.”</p>
<p>We did not say a word, but followed him across the road running into clucking chickens, a small goat and two children holding hands as we broke through into a large meadow overgrown with spiky grass. We walked further into a clearing and I could see a camp fire burning in the middle of the area. A majestic tree that looked like an oak bordered the clearing and to the front of the space was a lean-to shack open along the front with a dirt porch. The drummers were lined up length-wise in front of the entire porch and the sound was slow and steady. Haitian villagers stood or squatted around the periphery of the space and directly across from the porch on the other side of the fire were four plastic chairs facing the ceremonial site. The ton ton macoute character motioned for us to sit.</p>
<p>About thirty to thirty-five people milled around the circumference and there were no children in the dirt courtyard. I counted everyone around the campfire to control my anxiety.</p>
<p>An older man came forward and with exact precision began to draw the “veve” a ceremonial drawing to invoke the Loa Guine, on the dirt floor that abutted the low rise structure.  The man held in his hand what I thought was a candle and I<br />
wondered if our money had purchased it. Later I asked Jean Bernard about it and he said, “No, it is an oxen tendon, twisted and dried then lit as a candle.”</p>
<p>Soon the man began speaking softly in Haitian Creole, and it became evident that he was the priest or houngan, the gatekeeper to the Spirit world. The houngan incorporated traditional elements of design into the dirt symbols like I had seen in books but he also reflected his own creative skills.</p>
<p>We walked the perimeter of the open-sided building, the porch or peristyle adjacent to the dirt altar chamber, the hounfor, and took his time and drew in the dirt with a branch using a bit of powder-like substance, maybe cornmeal or wood ash, to illuminate the crevices in the dirt. He prayed the Catholic “Our Father,” in Creole or a patois of sorts and it had all the incantations of a Latin mass.</p>
<p>The fire burned higher and brighter as he stood watching over each symbol he created preparing the ceremonial space. Two inner circles were made with star points added to them making them look like pentacles with another set of symbols along the edge of the area in front of the drummers. A poto mitan or large pole, a tree branch which represents the spiritual center and supports the spirit house, was thrust into the ground to the left of the two veve drawings.</p>
<p>The chickens were squabbling like they knew their fate when the houngan suddenly picked up one skinny chicken pecking at his foot and with a quick twist broke its neck. The chicken’s head plopped to one side and blood splattered over the priest and onto his flabbergasted audience. The priest put his mouth to the chicken’s neck and the blood smeared his face which he wiped before he drank again from his rum bottle.   “We have the best seats in the house and now I know why,” Kiki whispered.</p>
<p>The priest downed another shot of rum and the drummers increased their syncopated rhythm stirring the quiet group of Haitians. Several women stepped around the symbols within the veve and began to swish their skirts to and fro gracefully moving with the beat of the music. A few men joined moving their hips and thrust their bodies forward in a provocative manner. The bottle of rum stayed with the priest, the tempo increased and unseen entities stirred around the campfire waiting to possess a wanting soul or at least that is what I imagined.</p>
<p>After much movement, maybe an hour or so later the swaying dancers began to jerk and move erratically like puppets on a string, sweat poured down the faces of several of the men and the woman who were no longer graceful in their handmade dresses and colorful skirts. It was apparent the Loa had begun to “ride” the heads of the dancers. The person is regarded as a horse, in French, cheval,the Loa rides the horse or person. The houngan chanted, and prayed in sounds of French Creole, mostly unintelligible until another chicken lost it life.</p>
<p>Donatella gasped, “How many chickens is he going to kill?”  The shock in the front row was the same as though we had not seen it before and we sat spellbound splattered with blood, watching the flames of the fire, the dancing, the Loa possession; all in the humid night air.  I leaned toward Kiki, “Don’t you want to dance?” Jean Bernard heard me and gave me a stern look.</p>
<p>Donatella began to sway with the music and Jean Bernard poked her to stay still. Kiki and I dared not look at one another, for fear of giggling hysterically and being carted off doomed to be possessed, or worse, sacrificed into the fire.</p>
<p>I noticed feathers floating about us, the chickens must have been plucked by invisible hands that cut them ready for the coals, one by one, two more chicken necks cracked in front of us until there were four dead fowl.</p>
<p>One woman dancer fell to the ground sputtering and when she rose up she appeared completely different, grinding her hips in an overtly sexual manner until a handsome man came from the shadows to engage her with matching movements.</p>
<p>As I was watching a large woman with flowing hair came to me and I heard a gruff voice, “Come dance with me,&#8221;or that is what I gleaned from the pantomime.</p>
<p>Her voice was like a man’s and she pulled my hand. “No, no.” I shook my head and held the seat of the chair so she could not get me off the chair. I knew that if a male mounts a female she is called &#8220;he&#8221; during the ceremony. He/she kept chiding me to dance and I wanted to stand up and dance but Jean Bernard spoke out in French and he/she let me go.</p>
<p>During my encounter Donatella had joined the circle of women swaying to the music as if in a trance, Kiki and I were frozen in place. Donatella moved with the group with first the woman, then a man who took her small frame in his arms and pulled him to her. Jean Bernard called out to her. “Come here and sit down now!” She ignored him and he stood up and pulled her from the circle. Donatella plunked into her chair and muttered to Jean Bernard, “Let me dance. I am having fun.” He held her arm so she could not move from her chair and we all sat for a long time without moving an eyelash.</p>
<p>I felt woozy as the dancers continued their frenzy no longer a dance but a sea of bodies being “ridden” by the Loa. The smoke from the open fire along with the pithy body odor and strong smell of rum made it difficult to discern who was connected to whom as they moved in a circle around the veve.</p>
<p>The houngan called out to individuals and in return they called out their requests of the Spirits, Calling to Loa Guine, one asked,” please cure my baby,” and other called to the Loa, heal my husband he is dying and what will become of me.” Some were clear petitions and others I could not understand in the mix of French Creole they used.</p>
<p>The disembodied spirits according to custom become tired and worn down from the hard task of running the universe and rely on humans to “feed” them with periodic rituals and the killing of animals as sacrifice. Goats and pigs are also sacrificed but in this small village that night we saw only chickens.</p>
<p>The night wore on and the music continued with the villagers dancing and drummers increasing the tempo. Long before midnight the energy turned explicitly sexual and though the voyeur in me wanted to stay, I felt emotionally drained. The others too grew weary and we exchanged nods and in quiet agreement noted that it was time to leave. The guide took the three of us women to the car and locked the door with us inside while he stood by the road.</p>
<p>Jean Bernard stayed a moment to thank our host and convey how much we appreciated being invited to the ceremony. He soon returned and we started home leaving the drumming in our ears and visions of the Loa in our heads.</p>
<div>We were not allowed to photograph the Voodoo Ceremony. These are my observations from an authentic Voodoo Ceremony I witnessed in Haiti in 2002.</div>
<p>© 2009</p>
<p class="fancy">                                                                                                                Susan</p>
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