Scholarship Aid for Lyme and Autoimmune Diseases Workshop – Integrative Medicine at its finest with renowned Dr.Jodie Dashore and Katina Makris

The beautiful Art of Living Retreat Center in Boone, NC welcomes award winning Lyme disease and autoimmune illness author and homeopath, Katina Makris, and internationally honored neurologist and autism, Lyme and autoimmune expert physician, Dr. Jodie Dashore, for a 5 day healing and teaching weekend, May 10-14, 2017.

aol-medical-flier-pdf-1This is a very special opportunity to learn how to diagnose, treat and recover from these often deeply limiting health concerns of our modern age. Your body and mind are far more resilient than you may fathom. As we branch beyond the traditional medical model of a pill or procedure to quell symptoms, we will explore all the restorative modalities and underlying issues that set a person up to develop these conditions. Both teachers share thousands of clinical hours in helping restore quality of life and remission for many, as well as their own personal full recovery stories.

Exciting news arises in that SCHOLARSHIP aid for the retreat has become available from 3 brilliant sponsors ! Our thank yous to DNA Connections Labs, Pure Air Doctor and Microbiology Labs for helping support attendance for those with financial need.

This means you can apply for assistance for partial and a few full scholarships to come experience Integrative Medicine at its finest, in the beautifully serene and healing Art of Living Center. Please contact Dr. Dashore’s office for applications at: DashoreIntegrativeRx.com – fill out the contact information there and note “scholarship for Art of Living” in the subject line.

We also welcome health care professionals as attendees, as the South needs massive education on how to recognize the exploding Lyme disease crisis in terms of it’s stealth symptom picture, the poor diagnostics of a 40 year old outdated test most physicians assume is valid (70% false negative results) and how to actually treat and heal these conditions, that long term tick borne infections create. Millions of tick borne infectious illnesses have been misdiagnosed as many autoimmune diseases, learning disabilities and autism spectrum, PANS, dementia and hormonal imbalances for decades.

See our schedule for the weekend here:

AOLRC Teaching Schedule 5:10-14:17

This is a very special opportunity to learn mind-body-spirit pathway inner healing too, in a supportive, nurturing environment.

Please join us!! Your lives will be changed for the better!

Special guest speakers too:

Dane Boggs, rife technology

Dane Johnson, Clinical Nutritionist

Many well wishes

Katina and Jodie

Huffington Post Awards “Autoimmune Illness & Lyme Disease Recovery Guide” #1 Self Help Health Book Summer 2017

What an honor!!

The esteemed Huffington Post blogging team has awarded my timely book “Autoimmune Illness & Lyme Disease Recovery Guide, Mending the Body, Mind & Spirit” # 1 in Health self-help for summer reading 2017.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/suzanne-kingsbury/the-best-selfhelp-books-f_b_10533322.html

This book reflects the major pieces you can include to overcome these conditions, all within your grasp. We look at the long overdue paradigm shift needed in health care, regarding a plea for Integrative Medicine, dietary changes you can control, and how tending to the spirit is just as necessary as tending to the body.

A virtual toolbox is laid out in this easy to absorb book. The chapters are not too long and the information completely practical. As a former healthcare newspaper columnist of ten years, I was able to draw on that experience to create a book on a subject very critical to modern times.

50 million Americans and 250 million people worldwide are suffering with some form of autoimmune illness; lupus, MS, RA, CFS, fibromyalgia and many more. Lyme disease is now the fastest spreading infectious illness, growing 4 times faster than AIDS did at its peak in the 1980s.

Acidic diets, stress, exposure to molds and other toxins compromise an individual’s system, leaving them vulnerable to this ‘autoimmune’ relay to occur.

Please share this promising news, that self help is a key factor to a better quality life and less dependency on medications is possible. My new book has been called a ‘life saver’ , a ‘healing bible’ and now ranked so prominently by a world leading news journal.

Thank you Suzanne Kingsbury for sharing in my hard work.

Blessings

Katina Makris, CCH, CIH

http://www.KatinaMakris.com

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https://www.amazon.com/Autoimmune-Illness-Disease-Recovery-Guide/dp/1632204444?ie=UTF8&redirect=true&ref_=s9_simh_gw_g14_i2_r

Living Well With Lyme Disease Healing Workshop

Lyme disease is the fastest spreading infectious illness of the modern day, exploding to the rate of over 300,000 cases annually in the USA alone, with an estimated another 500,000 not being recognized by the average physician or lab and being misinterpreted as an autoimmune illness. HIV at its peak in the early 1980s showed 104,000 new cases annually. This epidemic is spreading faster with ticks as the primary carrier and all demographics and ages groups potentially vulnerable. We are in the midst of a public health care crisis with scant support for the afflicted or those in question.

Dr Richard Horowitz, MD, Dr Tom Francescott, ND and myself, Katina Makris, CCH, CIH offer an all inclusive weekend for Lyme disease resource and recovery at beautiful Omega Institute in Rhinebeck, NY. Please join us June 17-19, 2016.

We address the medical aspects, detoxification protocols, homeopathic support and emotional and spiritual sides of this often chronic illness in a nurturing and wholesome environment. No one leaves without gaining tools and insights for their mending as well as information for loved ones.

please read more at this link:

OmegaHealthandHealing2016_Press Release_ForImmediateRelease

May all of us find the inner tools and belief in a healthier tomorrow. Healing happens on the inside and it is my privilege to be a guide in your journey.

With Blessings

Katina

http://www.KatinaMakris.com

 

Tango Til I Drop ~ CubaOcho is a Haven

Tango til I drop !!!
In Miami this winter, I have been bitten by a bug of another sort than a tick, and it has caused a fever in me – the Argentine Tango!!
I have the great good fortune to now be living 4 blocks from the heart of Little Havana and the rich cultural life this community breeds.
Dancing tango every week (sometimes several times per week), I adore Cubaocho the most of all the Milangos! Filled to the brim with historic art, authentic patois and burly men puffing idly on their fat Cuban cigars, I savor the music, the intricate footwork we master and the other world I have fallen into. Miraculous really, to sip wine in beveled crystal with velvet settees buoying me and the others, while the hypnotic trance brews. I know only one other person; Fret, a man I once danced with from Turkey. But, the place is packed and my mediterranean coloring blessedly helps me ‘blend’ in a bit as not too overt a neophyte. After all, this scene could be daunting- the flicks and flares some dancers exhibit are impressive. Not to mention the panache!
For 4 hours however, I tango nonstop, with complete strangers from all over the world; Havana, Copenhagen, Paris, Buenos Aires, Nepal… It is extraordinary to not speak another’s language, yet a glance of the eye, an outstretched arm and I am suddenly gliding around the floor ( in reverse -lol), a lovely cologne wafting into my hair and a silver fox from Buenos Aires embracing me more intimately than some lover’s have. All you do is stay close, feel within. No thinking or analyzing, just sensing, not even anticipating. Let go into the gesture. Right up my alley!!
The bubble of sensuality, mystery and that dynamic ‘push-pull’ so classic of tango is quite a marvel. The addiction to learn the endless pivots and ochos is immediate and the kismet of discovering someone through dance and no spoken language is quite an art form.
 Sometimes I think it’s the waltz, other times a rumba and then no, I realize Argentine Tango contains a bit of worship; a true reverence between the feminine and the masculine. This dance is slow and breathy and also luring and intoxicating. The gentle bob of syncopation, the firm arm stance and the willingness to surrender to a man’s certain lead creates a foray from everyday life. It is unnerving at first and then slightly narcotic, one could say.
By midnight, my legs are getting wobbly in high heels, my hair is strewn and the Miami heat is so thick that I have sweated certainly on way too many partners. But, then again, we all have!! It is part of the haze, so many senses entwining, just as so many ethenicities of the world have melded here on Calle Ocho tonight.
As I sway out the door into the tropical night, I spy the crescent moon dangling over a modern skyscraper to the East. Miami is a stunning city and I am cascading through time warps; the old-time tango music, Little Havana centered in these streets, my late mother being raised in this neighborhood prior to World War 2 and the threading of time and space and history as one. I feel grounded and yet enchanted simultaneously, this city I have come to love, wrapped on an aquamarine bay, bursting at its seems, all ages groups and cultures blending. Tomorrow it’s Salsa on the beach and Thursday Brazilian Samba, but tonight I am reminded that ArgentineTango is my elixir. I am filling myself up within, for all that I will in turn pour out ‘on the road’ when my speaking schedule begins.
Meanwhile, gracias CubaOcho and all my fellow tangueros!!

Founder of the Ticked Off Music Fest Series Shares his Lyme Recovery Story

I have included 4 profound cases of misdiagnosed Lyme disease in my new book, “Autoimmune Illness & Lyme Disease Recovery Guide, Mending the Body, Mind & Spirit” published by Helios Press with a German translation due, too. These are all real people, whom lived ‘normal’ lives in normal American towns when they became oddly ill, each in prime age and then sadly succumbed to years and decades of medical mismanagement. With so little medical research and even basic physician clinical information properly understood about this aggressive, invasive bacterial infection, serious long term damages to organs and joints can result. Early infections are erradicated with swift steady 6 weeks of antibiotic treatment, yet so many cases slip under the radar and ‘chronic’ longer duration conditions defy traditional medical routine pill and procedure care.

All the cases that recover– and these are brave, determined souls you will meet in my pages- went outside mainstream allopathic medicine to reclaim their lives. They are examples of thrivers: those that beat the odds because they BELIEVE IN THEIR POTENTIAL and do not give up. I include them as testimonies to great willpower, listening to their inner healer (intuition) and as examples to you all that even when at death’s door, healing can happen. It is often the surrender to your old mindset and holding patterns that launches the opening of energy flow and personal healing shifts.

In honor of one of my favorite Lyme disease philanthropic gatherings, fundraising for patient financial aid and harmonizing communities to education and awareness, I share the stunning and ‘out of the box’ truly restorative success of Ticked Off Music Fest genius, Gregg Kirk’s recovery story. With 5 Fests under our belt and more on the slate into 2017, this venue is the ‘feel good’ place to be, if you are ill or concerned, or just love great music and day long dancing and community building.

TOMF is in Hawaii, Jan 23 at the Blaisdale Center on Waikiki Beach ; including dynamite talent and speakers ( I had to cancel as keynote with cracked ribs and a bad injury) includes Gregg Kirk and the Zen Engines, Melissa Cox, “Survivorman” and crowd favorite Les Stroud, and our killer headliner Mike Love. Visit http://www.TickedOffMusicFest.org for more details and tickets!

Meanwhile please read Gregg’s profound recovery path and how he created these Fests!! 12189324_691609150938847_3290701499412312091_o

Thank you courageous, wise and visionary Gregg– beating lyme  is a long journey!! RESTORE; DETOX, REKNEW!!! BLESS YOU and your brilliant spirt and incredibly generous heart.

Namaste,

Katina I. Makris, CCH, CIH

KatinaMakris.com

Healing From Chronic Disease on the Spiritual Level: A Healing Journey

In November of 1999, my wife and I moved from the Philadelphia area to southwestern Connecticut to start a new life and raise a family. Within three years of moving into our new house, I began noticing some strange symptoms that were not “classic” to Lyme disease or any other illness that I knew of. At the time I was in very good physical condition and I had been going to the gym three times a week working on bodybuilding. However, I was feeling fatigued and foggy every time I ate a meal.

After two more years of bouncing from doctor to doctor, I still had no answers. On two separate occasions, I had MDs tell me, “Your symptoms aren’t life threatening, so maybe you should learn to live with them.” I was shocked at their lack of curiosity, and since I was paying them for a service that I wasn’t satisfied with, I “fired” them. In the meantime, I was feeling worse and getting worried.

Finally in 2005, I visited a holistic doctor who asked me to chronicle my symptoms in a journal for one week. The day I visited her, she read my journal and immediately said, “You have Lyme disease. I can test you to be sure, but I can start you on a round of antibiotics right away.”

I was relieved that the mystery illness now had an identity, and I was hellbent on disinfecting my body and getting rid of it as soon as possible. I began taking oral doxycycline and immediately began to feel worse.

I visited my holistic doctor a week later and she asked me how I felt. “Terrible!” I said. “Good!” she responded. “It means the antibiotics are working. They’re breaking down the cell walls of the bacteria and releasing toxins in your bloodstream. That’s why you feel so bad.”

The funny thing is, she never gave me much advice on how to rid myself of these toxins, so I continued to feel worse. It would be years until I would learn how to diminish and avoid the Jarrish Herxheimer reaction or “herx” as all the “Lymies” were calling it online.

I also learned about something called a PICC line during my daily quest for research online, and I asked my doctor about that. To me, this seemed like the “nuclear option,” which involved a port installed in your arm so you could administer your own daily dose of antibiotics, directly into your bloodstream. This appealed to my idea of disinfecting my body.

But my doctor thought the PICC-line route was too harsh and risky and would not agree to sign off on it. So I found another doctor who would, and within weeks I had an appointment scheduled at a local hospital for the procedure. I have to admit, I was not prepared for what the PICC line was all about. I thought it was a simple prick of the arm and easy insertion of the port, but it was a full-on surgical procedure. I was laid on an operating table with an X-ray machine above my chest and three attendants helping the doctor. During the procedure, the doctor ran a wire lead to route the line close to my Aorta and he went too far and jabbed my heart. My blood pressure began to drop and I began to feel like I would pass out while lying on the table. Everyone got worried, but I managed to pull through and they wheeled me on a gurney into the hallway, fed me some lunch and kept me for observation for a few hours.

I ended up driving myself home from the hospital and I felt OK until I went to sleep that night. While in deep sleep, I rolled over on my left side and apparently the PICC line jabbed my heart further because wild palpitations and pain woke me from my sleep. I didn’t know what to do, so I went downstairs and laid on the couch to see if I would die or make it through the night.

When the first rays of sunlight broke through my living room curtains, I called the emergency line at the hospital and talked to the doctor on call. His advice surprised me. “You’ve been through the worst of it,” he said. “Do you think you can tough it out and keep it in for a few weeks and try the antibiotics?”

I was so intent on ridding myself of the disease that I took the doctor’s advice and tried to tough it out. As I administered my own antibiotics each day, I began to spiral downward. I developed a severe intestinal infection, strong headaches, and paralyzing depression. I felt like a walking zombie and began to feel detached from the world.

When the PICC line was finally removed, I felt slightly better for about three months but then backslid into worse symptoms and actually had a second PICC line inserted, this time with no anesthesia and no X-ray. The procedure felt like someone jabbing a ball point pen in my bicep for 45 minutes.

Unfortunately, this PICC experience was no different than the first with the added aggravation of having this second line broken during a routine weekly cleaning by a visiting nurse. I had to have the line reinstalled again, making it three surgical procedures in one year. I had never been to a doctor for anything more than a plantars wart removal prior to this and I was losing hope after the symptoms returned three months later.

I began seeing a new Lyme-literate doctor in NYC who did further testing and found I had several co-infections; other bacteria besides the borrelia burgdorferi (Lyme bacteria). He prescribed multiple antibiotics simultaneously. I felt slightly better than I had with the PICC line but I was far from feeling “disinfected.”

I’m a musician, and one night during a performance I almost passed out on stage for no apparent reason, and I instinctively felt the need to get off of all antibiotics. I discovered another doctor in Manhattan who prescribed a combination of herbs instead of synthetic meds. After starting his protocol, I experienced stronger herx reactions than I had with the PICC line and he recommended I scale back my dosage until I felt better.

I remained on this protocol for a few years but felt my quality of life was only a fraction of where I wanted it to be. I continued to do research online and during my travels I stumbled upon a video episode of Oprah Winfrey’s, featuring a healer from Brazil named John of God.

Something about this episode appealed to me. The fact that thousands of people traveled to meet this man who healed them through energy, love, and faith, and trained doctors who had been sent to debunk him couldn’t. In fact, many of them had spiritual experiences that showed on their faces. I was intrigued enough to book the 10-hour plane flight and take the pilgrimage.

On the day I arrived, two counselors sat down with me to find out why I had made the journey and to translate my healing intention to John of God, who only speaks Portuguese. When I told them I was there to be healed from Lyme disease, they looked up from their notes and said, “and what else?”

I laughed, “Do I get three wishes?” to which one of them asked, “Why stop at three?” I could see they were serious, so I told them I’m a musician and I would like to heal people with the music I write and perform.

The next day, I went with a group of people to see John of God to be “diagnosed.” Several hundred of us gathered in an open-air room called “The Casa” where João Teixeira de Faria (John of God as he is called by the local Brazilians) took to a small stage and began speaking in Portuguese. Later, I was told that he had said that he wasn’t the one doing the healing but that God did all of it. Soon after his speech, he dropped the microphone and a shudder ran through his body. His appearance began to change instantly, and his body seemed to swell and his eye color changed. He stumbled for a second and then attendants brought surgical instruments to him and he turned to a woman who was standing as if in a trance onstage. I was standing a mere six feet away and I grabbed my camera phone and started filming him cutting into her abdomen while she neither flinched nor bled. The energy in the room made me feel as if I would pass out and one of the attendants actually did so and dropped a container of rubbing alcohol.

The woman was wheeled away in a wheelchair, and several days later I saw her on the street and she lifted her shirt to show she barely had a scar from the whole experience.

Many of the people in my group later waited in line to go up in front of John of God who had retreated to a large meditation room in the back of the Casa. We all went before him silently, while a few hundred people meditated in nearby benches that reminded me of church pews. As we all touched his hand, he told us our next step, and mine was to have “spiritual surgery.” I was told to return in the afternoon and meet a few dozen others in a private meditation room where we were asked to meditate and keep our eyes closed. After sitting in silence for about 15 minutes, we could hear John of God enter the room and offer a blessing in a booming voice. I felt electrical sensations all over my body and several members of my group confessed they had felt shoved forward or to the side when there was no person there to physically do this.

When the session ended, we were met by our group leader who put each of us in a taxi to make the block and a half ride to our hotel. We were told to immediately go to bed even though it was in the early afternoon. I laid there with my eyes wide open and wondered how I would be able to sleep, and then I woke up 16 hours later, feeling as if I had been hit by a truck.

We each went through this experience again later in the week and one day, I looked in the mirror in my bathroom and burst into laughter. The face that stared back at me looked 10 years younger. I grabbed my phone to video chat with my wife and the first thing she said to me was, “What happened? You look different!”

I choked back tears and said, “I’m healed!” and I could feel that every symptom I had ever had simply vanished. All of this had occurred through the energy John of God had brought forth but it was held in place by my faith and positive thinking, as the counselors had instructed us. Some in my group had even more dramatic experiences but I noticed that the ones who didn’t were struggling with their own limiting thoughts and internal “demons.”

When I returned home, I also experienced a surge of songs and lyrics that seemed to come from nowhere. I’ve since recorded two CDs full of music that I never would have written had it not been for my experiences in Brazil. I have returned to the Casa five times since, more for my own spiritual evolution than for healing purposes, and I have begun devoting my life to helping others stricken with Lyme and tick-borne illnesses through the music I create and the Lyme disease benefit concert series I’ve created called the Ticked Off Music Fest: www.tickedoffmusicfest.com. The funds we generate from the concerts go to research and patient funds, and I’ve begun doing motivational speaking to help others struggle with chronic illnesses.

Gregg Kirk

The Zen Engines

founder of The Ticked Off Music Fest series

Videos of Katina Makris, author, radio host, Lyme advocate Speaking

Often readers ask my why we don’t have video up of me speaking on YouTube of Facebook or Twitter?

I apologize– I am a techno dinosaur and rarely have an assistant on the road with me filming. Though some brilliant footage has come out of some of my events in the last 4 years- like the Washington DC MayDay Lyme Rally at the Whitehouse, of “Living Well with Lyme Disease” Omega workshop I co teach with Dr Horowitz and Dr Francescott, and most recently 2 hours on Nantucket Cable TV, I don’t get copies ! DARN IT!

Cecile Gough, in Guelph, Canada– please send me a link, BTW.

Here are 2 worthy videos and I promise to take more now in 2016.

This first one is from the VERY first Ticked Off Music Fest Deleware, as the keynote speaker (my fave job have to admit :)) and then below at Concord, NH Public Library, launching the 2nd edition of “Out of the Woods, Healing Lyme Disease, Bo”.

I hope you enjoy and share them.

Blessings, Katina

http://www.KatinaMakris.com

11:11 -My Mystery Numbers: A New World Dawns, A New Time For Change

1111As 2016 christened us, with swaying palm fronds and a thronging life beat on the streets of vibrant Miami encircling, my breath caught with a faint sense of ‘something’ taking place internally that I could not quite find a word for or even frankly taste a grasp of reality for. Something was afoot, yet I couldn’t tell quite what? I allowed myself the grace to just trust and see. It was a mysterious calling.

I wandered the teeming, trendy streets of New Year’s Eve midnight, soaking in the Latin style, twinkling lights, skyscrapers aglow in candy color hues of festivity. Opulence, beauty, youth, vitality, adventure, history and a tinge of fate kept me alert.

By midnight I had slyly slipped into the sumptuous decore of the area’s HOTTEST new night club in town, and a magnificent old style Havana floorshow with feathered Cubano performers: feathers and sequins, gold lame, fiesta colors and a beat like none other. El Tropicana of 1940’s Havana flared before me; velvet banquets, raven haired waiters, indelible music, diamonds glittering galore. Mesmerizing and also speaking a story to me of legendary proportions, chills tingled my spine. My late mother spent half of her weeks in Havana and at El Tropicana for years as a glamorous and history making stewardess for National Airlines in this very vintage. WOW!

I knew no one and yet was not alone. The city held me in a warm embrace. My reason to be here at all, is my golf champion 18 year of old son, gunning for a collegiate team and training at a famed golf academy a few miles away for the Hurricane League season, and me needing a much overdue ‘timeout’ after 4 steady heart stopping years on the road preaching to thousands on the Lyme disease atrocity and teaching recovery tools to a country sorely lacking in the necessitated tools of Integrative Medicine for chronic illness and lifestyle wellness. Two books released in one year, foreign translations, audio format, a 2 year stint hosting the world acclaimed weekly “Lyme Light Radio Show” and I am weary. Miami is my deemed oasis of sunshine and surrender. It is lovely.

For 25 years I have lived in beautiful, yet strident New Hampshire, with its humble hill towns and fierce winterscape of deep, billowing snows and bitter arctic winds. Though I have loved raising a family and nurturing my treasured homeopathic and Lyme disease specialty practice amid woodlands and homespun honesty, I feel the treads on my New England tires of habitation there wearing thin. But, what next? A new residence, a new career, a new husband, a new look? None of these quite sit square in my gut. This fact is a rarity in itself, as I am one whom dials into intuition with a clairvoyant power and tandemly attunes to ambition with the razor zeal of a competitive athlete.

Instead, I recognized I just plain ‘ole needed to get out of town and recalibrate.

This is where the kismet begins!

Many of my friends know I have some oddball chemistry going on with the numbers 11:11. I randomly glance at the clock, approximately every other day, even waking out of a dead sleep, and suddenly spy 11:11 ! What? over 1000 sightings at this point. Jokingly, I make note of it on Facebook. Others have guided me to messages; heralding this is a channel to the higher dimension, or make a wish, or your angels are with you. I loved number synchronicity as a kid and don’t need a watch to tell time. An ‘idiot savant’ with phone numbers before cells ruined my visual and kinesthetic learning processes, I suspected 11:11 was at play in some fatalistic way.

HERE WE GO!

My son and I started scouting a Miami rental near my elderly aunt, in September 2015. We needed a select section of town and it was a tall order, as young international professionals and long term leases presided there. But, my cousin put me in touch with a savvy realtor, who kindly said;

“Katina, this is close to impossible to find you a furnished 2 BR in that area- everything is locked up for a year at a clip. I will look though.”

“Gracias, Hermann, I know you can do it!” came my ever optimistic, intention driven reply.

The months sidled by. Nada.

The week before Thanksgiving– an email arrives in BOLD TYPE.

“I FOUND IT- ON BRICKELL!!”. Music to my ears, Hermann pulled the white rabbit out of a magic hat. We negotiate on the phone and sure enough, every item on the wish list is there and I sign on the dotted line.

My son and I pack me up from my third residence in less than one year’s time, load the car onto the Drive-Away trailer service in Canton, MA- me driving one armed in a sling, after a nasty Thanksgiving fall on black ice resulting in a badly sprained arm and cracked rib, while we shuffle our welsh corgi to a friend, golf gear and more to be prepped and somehow I tie up all the loose threads, as a one-armed bandit, and pop on a flight in pain but destined for the lure of the ‘calling’.

We move into get this : 1111  SW 11th Street and 1st Ave., Miami, Fla on December 29, 2015. MY NUMBERS glaring at me on the tall sleek condo entry! This is too uncanny.

Then, in the very first hours of 1/1/16 (more 1s) I stumble randomly into El Tucan and my late mother’s former lifestyle of old Havana! She was raised half a mile from my new residence here, in the 1930s and ’40s, in Coral Gables. For 5 years I have wanted to write her memoir, as she helped co-found the Stewardess Union and her epic life of knowing Sinatra, Hemingway, Ava Gardner, Howard Hughes, Paul Newman, Omar Shariff all on a first name friendly ‘lets have a drink’ basis is too rich to ignore. But, how to start such a project? Monumental at times.

Today, I am writing my first blog of 2016. I had let all my writing lapse in later 2015, when I went out on Tour with my latest book “Autoimmune Illness & Lyme Disease Recovery Guide, Mending The Body, Mind & Spirit”, and I have missed my beloved Tuesday night Gateless Gate Writers Group genius. So, a made a personal pledge to start writing again this January. This is my first effort. Blogging feels a homey, personal way to start. And, the underlying feeling is twofold.

  1. Writing is healthy for me and helps my creative mind expand and thrive.
  2. The 11:11 tapping for 2 full years has showed its face to me!! I am supposed to be living here, in my late mother’s old neighborhood, next door to an umbilical cord to her life in 1940’s pre-Castro Cuba in order to bring her to life for us all. My next body of work is showing its face.

I lounge by the pool, swim my formerly robust laps in baby steps as the ‘gimpy’ arm injury stymies me, and I am meeting fascinating people and opportunity- Argentinian Tango, Cuban menus, Columbian neighbors, Brazilian beauties, a film offer, a new radio show. Recalibrating, spinning on an Axis, I reorient to what the doors of my future will open to? I know I need to streamline the multi-facets of my career efforts and capitalize on my talents most optimally, but just in what ways, I am not 100% certain.

Time is on my side. I am reading Keith Richard’s bio and spending time with my extended family. The handsome Latin men lay their charm on me daily with such sweet compliments– a far cry from emotionally contained New England. And, my son is gobbling up the green golf courses.

Meanwhile, I feel something very deep, very rich and very potent tugging even more powerfully on me than Mother’s memoir— it is the 16 personal messages I received this very day on FB alone , (and hundreds in the year) thanking me for my contribution to helping amend the Lyme disease crisis and giving individual’s a handhold of support and hope in their very fractured lives. This is my honor and gift as a healer to help usher in change and renewal and hold the safe haven of space for those brave soul’s willing to die to their OLD lives and OLD patterns and OLD beliefs through the journey of personal transformation via the often frightening vein of illness.

Enlightenment is not gained overnight or at a two week retreat or a month in an ashram (all lovely experiences), but it comes through a death spiral of fear and grief and the most courageous fortitude and trial of endurance you could ever fathom. Enlightenment is more grueling than childbirth or an Ironman tri-athalon, or surviving a house fire. The rebirth after our spiritual death is filled with a dewy tender breath of beauty and gifts of unsuspect possibility. Enlightenment brings serenity and deep wisdoms and a calm internal pool of simplicity. Enlightenment is eternal. Once there, one never turns back to the old life.

I am a conduit. I feel the channel I am in. When teaching to groups, my messages flow like a surging fountain. I stay open. My journey to death’s door made me surrender to what I grasped to and felt was my identity and power and props. I know so much more now. And, still I learn every single day.

2016 began wandering amid bustling Miami’s tropical daze and already I attune to the process of accepting that I am unfolding once again. Letting go, receiving and growing with the seasons, the rythmns, the magic of life and the precious process of being a vessel of love and light, whether in times of darkness of moments of maximum joy.

May all of us be protected and guided and work from our highest good.

My numbers have spoken and I embrace the future. What is calling to you?

Namaste

Katina I. Makris, CCH, CIH

Miami, Fla.

http://www.KatinaMakris.com