Adding more to your Life and Spiritual Path


Picture is Dreams by Mademoiselle question

The silence sees everything

and yet nothing at all.

Reality has a tall order in it.

Change or forget.



Picture is The Tempest by Ade M Campbell

Many knew it, many not.

How could it be seen?

It caught in a jar,, an invisible jar,

of life in between.

Did you know the dream?



Picture is Das Schaschzabelbuck, British Library

The royals knew it.

The courts strew it.

The jesters knew its Rowe.

The color of the royal star.

A robe will name it all.




Dawn Cheney


It sits there. Alone. Uncurbed by time or space. It has its own space, and time. What’s it for? Why is it there all alone? Sitting, waiting, beginning, yet complete in itself. Forever round and finite. Spoken, but silent. Serious, but stern in its warning. Laughing at our mistakes in its call. Oh, how it taunts us to move on to create a final stop. A thread of no time at all.

The .




Dawn Cheney


The smooth case runs round smooth corners, glass bound in. Nothing happens on it’s own. It looks dead, not alive. A foreign object from another world. Yet its energy binds us in to everything in the world. We loose ourselves in it. We loose our lives and freedom to escape. It offers freedom but has none. It is addiction at its most radical best and worst. We are trimmed in it. We are honed in it. We are lost in it. It escapes no one save the strong.

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What part of you did you loose to get here?
Dawn M Cheney     

What if a stranger asked you, “Who are you and what part of you did you loose to be you? Would you know what they were talking about? What would you say? What would your answer be?

The graduate that got the best seat on the Senate floor. The clown in the back of the room now President of his own multi million dollar company? The jock now hooked on drugs and supporting four kids. The cheer leader that came down with Parkinson’s Disease and lives on charity? The girl everyone called a “Geek” who is now a top scientist at Boeing?

Who do you think you are? What did you want to become? What did it cost you to get where you are today?

Oh I don’t mean monetarily. That would be too easy an answer. No, no, no. I want you to take a long time and really think about what these questions mean. Dig deep inside you. Look in all the dark corners of your heart and mind. Cry, weep, jump for joy, stamp your feet in rage, overflow with love and pull You out of the box.

What did it cost You to be who you are today? What price did You pay in your heart, mind, body and soul to step into the roll you play today? What did you give up of You? Not money, not places, not show and tell. That’s not permanent. I mean the You, inside You.

Where are You today? The who You wanted to be; singer, dancer, musician, artist, landscape architect, free lance journalist, tour guide, traveler, all curled up reading in silence, at peace. What happened? What did you loose of You to get here?

We all give up something of ourselves with every relationship we join in to, whether it be family, friends, co workers, acquaintances or just passing strangers. We compromise our personalities, our integrity, our principles, our dreams, our self esteem, ourselves, in order to fit into the situation, the mold. To fit in the box.

Maybe at first we jump back out of those boxes and back into being Ourselves. But if we visit the same type of boxes often enough, we have to give something of us away to stay there. Otherwise we don’t fit in the box with the others and we’ll feel alienated, unwanted. We have to feel wanted to belong. It’s supposed to be that way. It’s human.

We may even try on several different kinds of boxes giving something of Us away to each box in order to belong. You like bicycling because it gives you freedom and silence to think, but Box One doesn’t like that idea at all. So you give up bicycling in Box One, even though you gain weight and feel confined, contained.

Box Two likes to bowl and you don’t because you think it’s a boring and mindless game. Your new girlfriend likes to bowl though. So you start bowling in order to fit in while continually stuffing the feeling down inside of how dumb and boring a game it is. How do You handle that emotion? What happened to the time to do what You liked to do? Why did you give You away?

Box Three goes to plays and concerts twice a month, but you don’t have that kind of budget. You pretend you can afford it by secretly over extending your credit cards, thus going into debt in order to keep up with Box Three. Your fiances parents are in Box three. You haven’t told your fiance either. Why? What are you missing of You that makes this disastrous step necessary?

And so it goes on and on until you fit in to so many different boxes that You no longer have any time at all to bicycle and you’re gaining lots of weight. You drink like a fish because you hate bowling. You also don’t know how you’re going to pay the rent this month because of all the overdrafts and credit card bills from going to all of the plays and concerts.

Who have you become? Where are You? What did you loose of You to get here? Can you find You again? Oh the questions to ponder on these few questions.

These are the questions I’m sorting through me to answer about myself now. I’m just as confused as you are where I went in order to get here. I thought I had accomplished my healing quite successfully and smuggley confirmed that to myself. Of course, I knew I had more to learn. We always do.

But nothing prepared me for 180 degree turn back to the beginning. Yet that is where I feel I am; I need to be. There is no other place to find the answers I’m seeking inside me and in my life today.

I slammed to a halt last month, June 2019. I canceled my website, dismembered my known structure of my business, and I feel freer than I have in years. I still do have my business, my existing clients and I see new clients, but I’m different now. Freer inside somehow.

Over the last couple of years I had been feeling artificial, inauthentic, even a phony to myself. Yes I can do what my website and business cards say. I have the training, the skills, the experience and I’m good at what I do. I have lots of positive results to show for my efforts. I just didn’t include Me in there.

It’s hard to explain to most people. My friends get it. That’s all that counts really. I’m hoping you’ll get it for you too.

I had the appropriately prescribed and worded website me. Of course, the right combination of social media me. The semi perfect fit in the Business Box me. But I wasn’t there. Not the me of who I am.

My soul was dying, I was dying inside, I was hollow. My feet dragged when I walked, my enthusiasm waned at doing marketing and my heart was sad. I couldn’t, didn’t, speak of who I really was, what my true skills really were, how it all worked together for better health. I made it fit in the Right Business Box so I could be recognized among others doing the same work.

I didn’t talk about the shamanic parts of me, the Sekhem parts of me, the Medicine Wheel part of me. I wasn’t real. Ten years ago Reiki is the only thing that stuck out in people’s mind and that was the appropriate thing to market to get business. That is all wonderful.

My friends have been encouraging me for years to talk about the other parts of me, but when I did it was like people went blank. They had no idea what I was talking about.   So to fit in the box I didn’t try to explain. I quit talking about that part of me.

The Right Business Box never worked for me. I was never able to get a steady business going. It has never grown. Competition is not my way. My heart works differently, I believe differently. So I chose, “Whoever needs me, will find me.”

But I didn’t let go of the Right Business Box me that says, “You have to write this way, and do this this way and do that that way.”, because that’s they way it’s done if you want clients and success.

I forgot the part I had been told by psychic readers everywhere starting 25 years ago until I left Cincinnati eighteen yrs ago. “You’re work is different and you will have to find your own way. You will not be the healer that has multiple clients a day 5 days a week. You may have to find your own way to make money because you won’t fit in the traditional way.”

Ten years after healing my brain injury and heart attack Reiki and healing were all I knew. I had just lived it by healing myself for 10 years straight. My earlier training starting in 1995 was the beginning of an incredible healing and learning experience for me when I could find no medical help after my brain injury and heart attack in early 2002. I wanted to share my knowledge and abilities with clients and through teaching. I had multiple trials and errors along that journey to remind me of what I learned.

What I created was what others expected to be created. Not who I am. I tried, in words and ideas and I have taught an incredible number of people whose lives have been touched by the information. And I am grateful to them, to my friends, to all my clients and all those I have learned from for decades. We are all each others teachers, we are one.

I played the game long enough though. Now I am finding Me now.

This is what I leave You with. May you find You.


Boy Jacket Child Denim Parent Kid Bubbles Family

Boy Jacket Child Denim Parent Kid Bubbles Family


I walk a Spiritual Path, as so many others of you do as well. On this path I’ve learned that there is balance in seeing the larger picture in everything. With that balance comes more tolerance of differences, more acceptance of others perspectives, more understanding that we are all one and that everyone and everything is connected. In this balance there is a move towards Unity for all and a way of peace.

We use our knowledge and energy to help heal everyone and everything without reservation or concern for color, nationality, religion, vocation, age, or any other limiting factor. We are a universal spirit set on this earth by a power greater than us to take care of each other, the earth and the universe the very best we can.

I’m afraid I do not recognize my country, America, anymore. It is torn and separated by prejudice and hatred that is growing in far greater proportions than ever before in history. It may look small on the surface, but it has been growing for over a decade in small incidences. Growing in proportions and numbers until now it is about to boil over in many different factions and areas of the country.

I am sad and my heart cries. For us as US Citizens, for our children’s lives who have been changed forever by gun violence, for our soldiers and law authorities placed in harms way from all this violence, for those children taken from their parents and their parents, for the people who are forced to be the ones to take those children away and take care of them because their own families depend on that income, and so much more. So many different perspectives involved.

I now clearly see why we on a Spiritual Path have chosen to walk this path together at this time in history. Many of us have been the forefront for the new light and information of today. Others will be the forefront of tomorrow and so on it will go from here on as never before witnessed on earth.

We are here to be the voices and presence of those who need to be heard in order to bring balance back into being on all levels. That’s what we came for, whether we realized it or not.

This is our time to help Heal and Transform with our knowledge and our energy in whatever we way we can, large or small, visible or invisible. Use your healing energy where you are guided to for the greatest good of all. Speak where you feel it will serve the greater good and you know you need to say something.

Each one of us is important in this earth puzzle. I urge us all to reach out to find where we fit in the puzzle board called Life.

Thank you and much love to everyone


Time has stood still. I can’t think and I can’t play. There are pieces of me missing that I never knew. And yet I knew them intimately. They leave before I know them and it feels hollow, empty and shallow. Like not in my body anymore. In 2 places at once or maybe more. I can’t keep track any more.


Awaken To Your Dream

AWAKEN and be blessed once more to shores unseen by man or boy or kin. You are the first in your harbor. Bless it and be yours.

Pieces of our soul come in during our lifetime as we need them. Some are agreed upon ahead of time and some we can ask to come as we heal more and more of ourselves. I have seen so many pieces of me come and go and learned so much from them and yet I know so little. These are the pieces leaving as they are ready to go because they are finished with what we need, whether we know it or not.

But now there are other pieces of me leaving. The real me. They are ready to leave and have left before and now again. They leave in numbers now causing wide voids and emptiness, losses maybe. But they are not losses. They are just missing, absent. Like a friend on vacation or that has moved on to another place like Dawn & Tim’s friend who just moved. Gone, but not forgotten leaving memories and shadows unseen. Ghosts of the past and whispers of the future all torn together. The shadows part and open and a whole new load comes through letting go another favor of things forgotten, learned and known.

Ships at sea leaning and learning from the wind would know what I mean. They tilt this way and that and learn the sea by bottom, not by top. They are inward, not outward bound and skilled beyond knowledge unfound. The sea learns inside onward and takes its course to another side of the world. So it is with the soul pieces gone and the real me gone. Gone and never to return in the same form, if at all. Called upon for the knowledge that it set forth to sail. But knowing it will never return and must leave all gotten behind. Knowing there sings a new song in it for another color of the rainbow to be added and designed with colors unseen before.

There are sloops and drops and colors turning inside out that cause us no avail of things. But we can’t sing them anymore because they are not seen inside us. They are strings tied to the sea of consciousness and pound away in the distance unknown to us calling our name to come their way. To turn into the wind and enjoy the freedom of peace and understanding on a new level of being before us. The colors turning rainbows in our heads.

The colors stand beneath us dormant if lying on the bottom of a pile. But we tear them apart to find them inside ourselves so that we can come alive again causing trouble to no one other than ourselves. The drips of time forgotten in sand and rhyme become the very foundation of our rhyme we are becoming and stand on time itself bold and blending into the unknown favors of the sunshine in our home, our body. Colors unseen again for time forgotten into eternity. The choosing is our own. Blend us now and let us come home together in the rhyme so that we may not forget time again where all things are the rhyme as one.

Call us home once more so that we may come undone in our generation to create another vibration of song and dance among the sun and stars. The third eye opening into a continuum of caches and treasures of the light unseen before opening into a new own of who we are. New and fresh and seen.

I am missing and I am present in my own. No one else is home but I, new and unseen before in the jewel of the high. Forever unspoken and kindled in resoar. I am known no more for I am soaring in the stars. Home. Blessings home.

Gain strength in this and go no more to stow the ships away for they are harbored in the states of wind and called out to the sea once more to sail the winds of time knowing they will be stolen in the whole of time forgotten and blessed beneath the sea where they can see and feel the time. Stow away now and go with them on that rhyme before the wind takes you away no where to rhyme. Go. Steal the show your way and make it home. They are you own stars now, not others. Your sea is your own and your ships await you to the stars. Go

Channeled by me, Dawn M Cheney, 12-11-17



Boy Jacket Child Denim Parent Kid Bubbles FamilyBEING PSYCHIC

by Dawn M Cheney

Have you ever been afraid in a house, with or without others there, and had absolutely no idea of what it meant to be psychic or empathic? Maybe you had been told you had the gift to see spirits, but you had no one to talk to or teach you about them. I see a lot of heads shaking yes. Scary isn’t it sometimes?

I have been psychic and empathic all of my life. But I was born in 1949 to Evangelical Lutheran parents who persisted in convincing me I was not. My father was studying to become an Osteopathic Doctor and my mother was a housewife when I was born in Illinois.. He started his residency in Denver, Colorado when I was about 5 years old. For them anything out of the norm was taboo.

My memories, however, tell me otherwise about my gifts. As do my innate abilities and friends from growing up who confirm most emphatically that I have always had these gifts of being psychic, empathic, healing and being the listener everyone shared their troubles with for comfort and answers.

So for those of you who have never had your gifts turned off or dismissed, let me attempt to help you understand what it is like for a child to live between the worlds of everyday life and spirit and be misunderstood. Short story of it is, it can be quite confusing and terrifying. And really, really bad for your self-esteem!

Being able to talk to plants and animals only to turn around and have your parents punish you for saying such things is beyond confusing. It’s downright terrifying. You are told you’re bad. They say things like, “You don’t want to be thought of as crazy by other adults and children now do you?”. Then they turn around and kill or get rid of the very things that bring you happiness, plants and animals. What a way to confuse and traumatize a child.

You ask yourself, “Are you going crazy then like they suggested? Is what you see real? Why can’t your parents hear and see the same things you can? Who can you talk to and figure this out?” Not your parents, not your aunts, uncles, nor neighbors that are on short term stay because of hospital staffing and school. If these things are not real, what are those things that scare you so much at night in your room? Why do you see them and your parents don’t?

Why do you see scary ugly faces and figures around your father all the time that others can’t see? Who and what are they and why do they keep trying to talk to you? Especially when you don’t like them at all and they scare you. You want them to go away and no one can keep you safe from them.

Nowhere to go for answers is the problem of the child with psychic abilities whose family and society only misunderstand. No one can help them feel safe or how to understand what’s happening. All we get told is that we are wrong. We are crazy. We are stupid. We are liars.

We are punished in any number of ways; no food, sent to our room, grounded, can’t play with our friends or pets. Oh, so many ways to torture a child that is already torturing themselves because they think they are bad, wrong, terrible, different from the family. If only families and society would be more open and tolerant to the possibilities of more than what they can see in front of their noses. If only schools would enlist teachers who understood these things and could guide children and their parents.

Another thing that can make it worse is that your family all believes in God, or some other Source of invisible power that you are supposed to also believe in. They say neither they nor you can see any of these powers though. So why is it wrong for you to see other things they can’t? How can that be? It’s OK for them, but not for you? Only you are wrong.

Are you really a terrible child? What did you do wrong that you can see these things and they can’t. Worse again. Maybe they even tell you the things you see are evil. But this God, Source, they can’t see is all right and good.. What? What does that mean?

I hope you may have begun to get the picture here. There is no place for a strong self-esteem in this family picture unless you are extremely lucky along the way to get help or figure it out for yourself. A distorted reality by any stretch of the imagination can bring so many more questions to mind. This is where healing begins for many of us.

The path is long and jagged with many bumps and bruises along the way. But for those of us who have lived this and are here reading this today, I congratulate you. You are the brave warriors of the light who fight to find out who you are. Who lead the way both in this world and all others for those who are still to come and need to find themselves.

The journey is never ending. We are a mystery beyond comprehension and isn’t it wonderful we will always have something to explore and new to learn about ourselves, others, the world and the universe.

I encourage you to take the time to honor yourselves in some ceremonial way, especially with the full moon coming the end of this week, July 8, 2017. Have a fire ceremony, light a candle and burn or say a prayer of gratitude to Spirit for guiding you. Gratitude to yourself for coming this far and doing the work to continue. Gratitude for those who have walked the path with you. Gratitude for those who did not understand and taught you to be resilient and strong. Honor the earth and anyone and anything that you feel in your heart needs it. This is your prayer, your way.

I’ll end with this little hope for all of us from when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I think it was a neighbor lady who taught me how to turn certain flowers inside out very carefully, which then makes them resemble pretty dolls in beautifully colored dresses. It was like opening up a whole new world to me and things talked even more. I can’t be sure if the neighbor understood what that meant to me, but I like to think she did. She seemed to move shortly afterwards, disappeared is my memory of it from my parents account. But it said someone understands me. And that meant maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.

Originally written as a guest blog post for


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