Katina Makris Presents on Lyme Disease at The Ultimate Health Summit to 5 Million Viewers

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Today, June 21, is opening day featuring Natural Health Care Practitioner, Spiritual Healer, Author, and Radio Host, Katina Makris. Her 17 years of professional and personal experience with this serious infectious illness, Lyme Disease, is not to be missed. Katina has been a Homeopath for 35 years.

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With world class names such as Dr. Uwe Albrecht, you do not want to miss all the terrific knowledge and cutting edge approaches to health and wellness in the 21st Century.

I am honored to ring in “Opening Day”!!! You are going to love the Summit! Join us this very minute. We went live at 12 noon eastern time zone.

Plus, I have 3 free healthy give away tools provided at the Summit.

 

With love and light,

Katina Makris, CCH, CIH

http://www.katinamakris.com

 

 

 

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:

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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

 

Our Life Path- Leap Year 2016 aligns with powerful channel opening of numbers 11:11.My newest book dovetails with this synergy.

I was keyed in by a few friends, that February 29, 2016 is a special energetic day in our world, as in the system of numerology (how numbers and birth dates, etc add up on an ancient system of insights) the numbers 2.29.2016 individually tallies up to 1111 and some of you know I have had a REALLY profound connection to this configuration over the past 2 plus years, with 11:11 or 1111 appearing everywhere, almost every day, including the condo I am living in in now- on 11111 11th st !!

I have come to learn that this 4 column depiction is a representation that one is being reminded from the Universe, angelic guides, a master guardian or God that when 11:11 keeps appearing you are being asked to stay open and aware and be conscious about your life path, the choices you make and even more directly that you are being encouraged that the efforts you are selecting and embracing are that of your life work. 

I have lived through some hellacious times, bedridden for years, a broken back in a body cast for a year, then a decade later loosing my career and all my savings, home, marriage and more to misdiagnosed Lyme disease over 10 years, and I rallied, dug deep, embraced deep healing work with the beauty of Natural medicine and the profound powers of spiritual healing. The great reward is that I healed 9several times over, and went on to become the #1 spokesperson in the USA for Lyme disease awareness and a beacon of light for the critical key the USA needs for more Integrative Medicine to address chronic illness.

Other miracles were born– I became a radio host, an internationally recognized teacher and was gifted with the ability to heal others (some times spontaneously) by being trained by one of the top medical Intuititives in the USA. And, my work and the path I now walk with pride ,has helped me meet thousands of people and forge so many magnificent connections and friendships.

If I did not embrace these awarenesses and instead went on my merry way or stayed at home in my little New England town, none of this would have occurred. I would not be walking the path I am on and helping break down the walls of denial surrounding Lyme disease and teaching others how to ignite the powers of the mind-body healing pathway via my workshops and teachings.

11:11 is my reminder that the risks I have been taking to be a pioneer, to live selflessly, to let go of my old ‘comfort’ zone and to help awaken others is just what I am supposed to be doing and in all honesty, I love it, though some nights I fall into bed bone tired from the endless energy I pour out into others and into the world, sometimes in group or mass settings. It is wonderful, enlightening, expansive and something I can NOT stop paying attention to.

With all this in mind surround Leap day this year, I kept feeling a lovely chapter from my newest book, rummaging through my mind all day. SO, I took it as a signal that I am meant to share this message to you about Pathways– specifically our unique individual Life and Healing Pathway. I hope you enjoy these words. They are from my heart to yours.

Blessings

Katina I.Makris, CCH, CIH

Our Own Inner Healing Pathway

Chapter 19 from “Autoimmune Illness & Lyme Disease recovery Guide, Mending Body, Mind & Spirit”, by Katina I. Makris, CCH, CIH

 

I love the word pathway. As a college student I recall favoring exploring the back pathways to a dorm or classroom building instead of following the main route everyone else used. When out on horseback, the shadowed hidden paths at the wood’s edge beckoned me inwards. As a plein air artist I spent three years on a series called “Pathways” capturing meandering streams or sun blazed ruts through a meadow with my buttery oil paints.

“Pathway” suggests a trail to me. Not a blazed, trampled one, but instead one that is evocative and maybe even secret or discrete. Likewise, a pathway gives me a direction. It suggests a way to go; a known route to a destination. Those marked hiking tails up mountainsides maintain distinct progress, as step by step you ascend to the summit, worn roots and knobby boulders passed over by others before you. The path is reassuring—in fact, it is an intricate map of sorts.

I have guided us through the marvelous systems of our body, illustrating the symphony of the endocrine system and the vast network of the nervous system, its delicate dendrites, sending impulses across fibers as we elect to move an arm or unconsciously take a breath. These bodily system pathways still marvel me with their faithful workings and interplay.

A pathway of particular interest and great regenerating capacity is the invisible one working between our mind and body. This pathway was diminished for decades by twentieth century doctors, as they chalked all illnesses and recoveries to physical measures. Why would a mind be involved in physical processes? This blip in modern era medicine will likely be recorded as merely a “disconnected” moment in doctoring, as for thousands of years prior, the mind and spirit were entwined with healing, even taking in great reverent religious tones in Europe of the Middle Ages.

At the dawn of the twentieth century, we witness the growing understanding that our emotions and thoughts actually very much do interconnect with our physiology. Though hospital surgeons remain removed from their patients daily care, the nursing staff pays very keen attention to their post-op charges, working with great nurturance and attention to keep their spirits positive, coaching for a swift recovery and more optimal return to well-being. Nurses intimately know the feelings of their patients, how vulnerability creates fear, pain evokes distress, isolation creates depression.

The endocrine system appears to be the known bodily system that interplays continuously between mind and body. Anger can raise your blood pressure, worry cause a knot in your stomach, grief a lump in your throat, and too much of a workload can create tension in your neck and shoulders. These are just the most obvious acute manifestations of our emotions triggering physiological recourse.

When we recognize that chronic illnesses carry an emotional footprint, too, doesn’t that make you curious to explore the pathway to the origin? My interest is certainly piqued.

The section ahead on the seven energy chakras conveys the assorted emotions piggy-backing with the specific bodily symptoms. The entire human body is not randomly designed. Joy and sorrow favor the lungs, indignation the gallbladder. Metaphysics studies this interplay. Coming to understand these interrelationships puts an extremely different posture on doctoring, as there are more influences to affect change and cure than just externally directed modalities. Humans bear inner powers and use of the mind is a prominent player.

Take a look at each of the 7 chakras in the map section. Here the essential interpretations are illustrated. Much of this chakra information is centuries old. The ancient healers of worldwide cultures follow these threads. It is empowering to learn how to activate the energy of each chakra site and in turn promote more energy flow or the effect of balancing runaway energy in your bodily systems.

The art of stillness, creativity, will, affirmation, intention, meditation, and prayer all have intrinsic roles. These personal powers are natural and free and all yours. You do not have to pay someone for these healing services, you merely must practice them faithfully and with care, because reinforcement on a daily basis is what will translate to cellular change at the physiological level, enabling you to transform a condition, state, or symptoms.

You have the power. My job is to orient you to the pathway. Just as the map of a hiking trail serves the hiker, these pages will help guide you on the mind-body pathway. Igniting this circuit is not that difficult once you understand. The work is in finding clarity within yourself, making a commitment, and persisting with daily practice.

visit wwww.Amazon.com or a local bookstore for a copy of “Autoimmune Illness & Lyme Disease Recovery Guide, Mending Body, Mind & Spirit”, published by Helios Press

http://www.KatinaMakris.com

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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

The Stranger and Me- A Christmas Blessing

THE QUIET GIFT
At this season of celebration and sharing, many of us extend our love and care for one another with the traditional custom of gift giving.  Santa arrives with a slew of colored parcels or we carefully select the perfect something for a loved one during Hanukkah or Kwanza.  The preparation of cooking and shopping whirls our often hectic lives up a notch into a stratosphere of commotion.  It is fun and crazy-making both.  Amid, all the hub-bub, sometimes it is the quiet gift that reaches most deeply into our hearts.  I share my experience on such an offering.

Dashing amid the wheels of shopping carts, the grocery store is in a pre-Christmas skirmish of shoppers; hams and clementines topping the neighbors’ wares in the aisle with me. So much effort and love goes into these days of sharing and caring, it seems. I am a tad behind the curve this year, only selecting our tree this weekend, actually finding the last one in town, my family due in town tomorrow. Now, its’ bushy branches hoist my childhood ornaments of 50 years ago and my son’s tongue depressor reindeer from first grade. Prettily our tree twinkles in colored baubles, filling our home with cheer and anticipation.

The thought I am percolating on though was prompted earlier today in the market. Reaching for a cart, I backed up and brushed the heel of an elderly woman leaving with her bags of food.  A mere brush of my shoe and somehow she went into stock still frozen mode. I moved ahead and then glanced back…She remained frozen. I turned and went back to check on her  sensing something was wrong.

“Are you Ok?” I ask.

“No. I have a back problem and now am in pain,” an icy voice and stoney glare ahead, not at me.

“I am sorry. I know about pain. Can I help you in some way?” I offer.

“No. No one can help me,” the tone is like cement.

“Should I help you wheel your cart?”

“No.”

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. My foot just skimmed by your heel,” my sensing words express.
Stillness…no words, no eye contact.
I weave my energy from my heart towards hers…I stay still, too. 
She looks at me oddly. I smile. She glowers.

“I hope you have a Merry Christmas,” I suggest.

“Not possible,” she mumbles.

Am I daunted? Am I put off? A bit. 

Then a thought arises in me. Her cart is shallow in groceries compared to the others. Maybe she is alone?

“So, do you have family to help you?”

“No.”

It was then that I felt her pain, more than the back or than the shoe skimming. It was the pain of loneliness. I knew that feeling.
I then heard odd words coming from me- “Well, I hope the spirit of your ancestors visit you this holiday. They can be a sort of company, maybe?”

“Yes. I have already lit the candles for them,” the crackled woman says.

Finally, her eyes meet mine.  I see the weariness in her soul.

I smile. She tries to. I nod. She moves on, and I hear very faintly- “God bless.”

Motionless, I absorb this moment of grace.  I turn and enter into the maze of aisles. The holiday freneticism throngs, yet a quiet pool sits in my chest. Two unsuspect strangers, threaded with a simple gift- that of human compassion.

God bless us all, alone, in company, in comfort, in peace, in need, in joy.  It is the gift of the heart that touches most simply.
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Katina I. Makris, is the host of “Lyme Light Radio”, an Intuitive Healer, Classical Homeopath, Inspirational Speaker and author of “Out of the Woods; Healing Lyme Disease, Body, Mind & Spirit.” Her next book “Auto-Immune Illness and Lyme Disease, Mending Body, Mind & Spirit” will be released by Skyhorse Publishing in September 2015.

When Lyme is Misdiagnosed as MS

This week on Lyme Light Radio, I am proud to welcome Christine Moore. For over a decade, Christine lived with undiagnosed Lyme disease and co-infections, which her doctors believed was MS. The MS treatments had no effect, and it was only after she received a proper diagnosis from a Lyme-literate physician that she was able to recover her health.
You can hear Christine’s amazing story of recovery this Wednesday, December 17 at 4PM Eastern Time at http://www.transformationtalkradio.com or WBLQ 1230 in Southern New England.
This is a critical topic and very frank example of what has sadly been happening for too many decades to too many individuals globally, as MS rates are soaring alongside the massive spread of tick borne disease infections! I URGE you to share this advance program notice with as many folks as you can, Christine is a tremendous advocate for proper Lyme disease diagnosis and treatments. Thank you Christine R. Moore for joining me,
Katina Makris CCH CIH
IMG_0842Christine Moore has been a Chronic Lyme Disease Sufferer for over 20 years. She was mis-diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in 1996, after the birth of her first child. Her case seemed classic:
* 30 year old female
* stressor was childbirth
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* presenting symptoms were numbness coupled with visual disturbances.
The results of her neurological tests led to a conclusive diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis…..or did they?
Christine comes from an automotive marketing background having worked for Saturn Corporation and Tesla Motors. The Tesla assignment was very short lived due to an extreme episode of confusion, hypomania, panic attacks and complete insomnia. This led to her resignation from her “dream job.”
Christine continued followed the MS treatment course recommended by her neurologist who practiced mainstream medicine. After taking high dose IV steroids (for the second time) and beginning the taper down process, she collapsed and spent the next 2 years bedridden.
Christine was ultimately diagnosed properly with Chronic Lyme Disease and Co-infections in 2009. Her Lyme Literate Medical Doctor was able to get her well through the use of an integrative approach addressing pharmaceuticals, nutraceuticals/supplements and dietary changes.
Christine resides in Atlanta, GA with her husband, two children and family dog.