by Winter on February 15, 2015

Maybe my love of wine is a result of a past life in France. All I know is that I love wine and that life was one of my excuses for drinking wine, lots of wine. In this life, my mother treated my colic with blackberry wine, and the nectar of the gods has been with me ever since.  I had numerous excuses for why I needed a glass of wine to “shut down my psychic abilities, or relax.”  In fact, I became quite proficient at quoting research that said moderate drinking was healthy: one glass of wine for women daily, two for men. (Of course, my glass was more like 8 ounces, not 5.) And all along I would hear the whisper that said, “Don’t drink.”

Flash back twenty-five years ago (can it really be that long?) when I first heard the “voice” tell me not to drink.  Always, when I heard the whisper, my body would stiffen, and I would argue, “I’ve been a therapist at “THE” World Health Addiction Treatment Center, I know how much is too much, and I only drink one glass (ok, maybe two) of wine a day.”

Still the voice, would whisper, “Don’t drink.”

Recently I posted that if I don’t pay attention to my waking reality the message slips into my dream state. Because the first dream I remember that suggested I needed to change shook me to my core, it is still cemented in my memory.

In the dream two beings, one on either side of me, took hold of an arm and walked me through my life. We started in a doctor’s office where they showed me that I was sleep-walking through life. In fact, I couldn’t keep my eyes open, especially my left eye, which in ancient literature is the Eye to the Soul.

SoulartThe last place we ended up was in a tall building, standing in front of two elevators that only went to the second and sixth floor. Even though I was dreaming, I thought of the channels that Ram Dass says we operate on:  Channel 1: (the physical body), through Channel 6: pure awareness. This elevator only ran to the second (personality) and sixth (pure awareness) floors. I couldn’t make it to the second floor because I was asleep!

I stopped drinking.

A few days later I watched an eight foot tall being, wearing long gray robes, take shape in front of me. (It reminded me of Star Trek and “Beam me up, Scotty.”)

“Not now!” I said, waving it away.

This Spirit vanished for the time being, but the unseen world around me continued to become visible: shadows where there was no light to cast a shadow, tall, gray-robed beings in my peripheral vision, and nature spirits.

Ultimately, I went back to my glass of wine each night, ignoring the dream, the voices, the other world so present.

Why?  Why would I do that? That is really the question this post asks. I pose it because I believe we all hear (or sense) our “voice” that could lead us to better health and a more balanced life.  We hear, we know, and yet we ignore this guidance. If we get sick, we turn our back on our intuition and run to “experts”—doctors who throw everyone into a cultural norm category (age. weight and sex) and treat according to the Bell Curve. How many ask, “What is going on inside of you, the patient?” (Christiane Northrup has an interesting take on this.)

Last summer, actually for several months prior, I started thinking that I needed to say good-bye to wine.  And, just as before, I had my arguments as to “why not” all lined up.

Here is the answer to “why not?”  Alcohol and atrial fibrillation are connected, especially wine and hard liquor (but not beer). My voice was warning me that if I continued to ignore it’s suggestion, what was once a gentle tap could (or would) turn into a rock dropped on my head.

The rock turned out to be a diagnosis of  non symptomatic atrial fibrillation. From the beginning, I sensed that my cardiologist and I weren’t a good fit, but I wasn’t sure what I could do about it except to keep asking questions with the hope we would land on the same page.  It wasn’t looking promising.

One evening a friend, who also happens to have a-fib, mentioned that her cardiologist believes in acupuncture for the heart and, as I later learned—the practice of yoga for a-fib. A real person spoke a clear message that I needed to hear. The next morning I made an appointment with my new cardiologist.

Yesterday, just prior to my cardio-version, I lay on the gurney having a great, open conversation about reincarnation and out-of-bodies with the docs and nurses getting ready to send a shock through my heart. I had a strong impression that all of us in that room had been together before, and it felt good, very good.

In a larger sense, there is a wealth of knowledge that we are collectively ignoring. Messages from modern-day Cassandras, people like Richard Heinberg, Charles Eisenstein, Carolyn Baker, and Guy McPherson, all telling us the rock has already fallen and we don’t even know it.





Waking Up…

by Winter on January 18, 2015

Today was no exception in my morning wake-up.  I was brought to consciousness by a heavy weight across my neck and a wet, slurpy kiss that hit my mouth dead-on.  Mikha, our 22 pound, long-haired dachshund was awake, fulfilling his “job-description”to love and kiss any chance he gets. Aided in his mission was “Sneakers,” our mini-Aussie who just wants to play, regardless of the time of day or night. This awakening, though not unexpected, held me somewhere between the world of dreams and my morning tea.

As my reality unfolded, I was aware of the image in my mind, that I was looking at people in a cave, and they were watching the shadows on the wall. 2000 years ago Plato asked us to imagine a group of people chained to a wall in a cave in such a way that they could not see what was going on around them, only reflections cast on the cave wall opposite them by firelight. plato-caveHe invited us to consider how skewed the prisoners’ understanding of the world would become over time, and to value the contributions of philosophers who go out into the sunlight and see things as they really are. It’s easy for us Americans of 2015 to grasp the first part of his allegory, because it’s a perfect description of us watching television. (This article is well-worth a read in Daily Impact.)

Once I was under the impression that waking up meant “oneness,” suddenly realizing our connection to all things. Maybe that’s part of it. But now I am of the opinion that waking up is first becoming aware that we are asleep, that we have been put to sleep with bed-time stories (propaganda), and as a result we are sleep-walking through life. Waking up isn’t easy because it means seeing the truth of our reality.

Pondering this, I am reminded of one of my favorite quotes from Adyashanti:

Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with a becoming better or 
being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It’s seeing through the facade of pretence. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.”

We all have our own “truth meter” which sends out alarms when something just isn’t right. These days my truth alarm seems to be constantly going off, just like a car alarm. I wish I could ignore it, but my blood pressure seems to be attached to recognizing lies, so I can’t. I am forced to pay attention.  If I don’t, our human-kind predicament bleeds into my dreams.

Just as in my Yin Yoga Practice, when my body meets resistance upon hearing (or seeing) something (usually from the media), I take a lead from Byron Katie and ask, “Is this True? Do I know for certain this is absolutely, positively, True?) The only thing I have seen/heard in weeks that didn’t set off my “meter” was when the host of “The Price is Right” fell off a treadmill (and even that is questionable).

It’s an overcast, rainy day, here in Maine.  It’s a good day to build a fire, meditate, reflect, practice whatever our practice is, and notice where we meet resistance. I know that many of you don’t watch television, in fact, you don’t even own a TV.  But every now and then, I suggest you take the opportunity to watch “the news.” As you watch, pay attention to your truth meter.

“Until the whole world is free to agree with you or disagree with you, until you have given the freedom to everyone to like you or not like you, to love you or hate you, to see things as you see them or to see things differently—until you have given the whole world its freedom—you’ll never have your freedom.”

― AdyashantiThe End of Your World: Uncensored Straight Talk on the Nature of Enlightenment

That’s a very tall order. . .and we have a long way to go.


A New Years Resolution: Let Food Be Thy Medicine

January 13, 2015

He that takes medicine and neglects diet wastes the time of his doctor. (Ancient Chinese Proverb) If you are one of the many who have decided to clean up your diet, at least for the month of January, let me toss a few things out for your consideration. For years I have asked clients about what […]

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A heart-felt event…

December 16, 2014

I am one of those people whose blood pressure goes up if I even look at a BP cuff (let alone “think” about the fact that someone, somewhere, is going to check my blood pressure. So recently, when I decided I was going to check my blood pressure it was out of character, even if […]

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Medical Intuition

September 2, 2014

This December 5-7 Larry Burke, MD and I will be offering a long-weekend class on medical intuition at the Monroe Institute.  Because I am frequently asked how I discovered that I was a medical intuitive, I am posting the interview. Winter Robinson and Dr. Larry Burk offer Medical Intuition and Symbolic Diseases at TMI in […]

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Present Moments…

August 27, 2014

It is always bittersweet when we reach these hazy, hot days of August. This quiet morning a window has opened for me to sit on our porch and post my thoughts…of which there are many. One most foremost in my awareness is the changing weather and how flexible we need to be, how our best-laid […]

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Just say, “Yes.”

July 12, 2014

Today is the kind of Maine summer day that you wish would continue for several months, although I suspect, it is going to become much warmer as the day goes on. Usually I don’t start my mornings reading, but Michael left at 5 am to kayak for a Peaks Island to Portland swimmer.  I was […]

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Are you doing what you want to be doing?

June 8, 2014

Last year Michael and I sold our sailboat, having made the decision that we weren’t enjoying (or using) where we lived (in the woods, on a lake, in Maine).  Instead, for 15+ years we had opted to jump in our car, drive 35-40 minutes in summer traffic to the harbor, jump on our boat and […]

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Talking to Strangers

May 31, 2014

Recently, I have been pondering why we (humans) behave as if we are separate from each other, as if there is no relationship between us.  We behave as if everyone else is a stranger  (we certainly don’t talk to strangers)  and our personal world is the only reality there is. We seem to have forgotten, […]

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Along the path to enlightenment…

March 24, 2014

Make no mistake about it…enlightenment is a destructive process.  It has nothing too do with becoming better or being happier.  Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It’s seeing through the façade of pretense.  It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.  Adyashanti I used to believe that enlightenment meant being one with […]

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