Love The Messenger

Poll: How do you experience your intuition?

2010-11-03T15:31:00.000-07:00

Poll: How do you experience your intuition?

2010-10-31T17:02:00.001-07:00

Guardian of the West Gate:

Having grown up in my hometown of San Francisco I’m no stranger to earthquakes. Also in my adolescent experience was being audience to the circulated lore of California falling into the ocean. I was in elementary school at the time I considered these prophesies through my own senses; what I saw was the ocean rising above the coast and easily understood how this could be interpreted as the land falling into the water. When the vision was complete I decided I wouldn’t let that happen on my watch. I would intend or “pray” otherwise. I began to appreciate earthquakes in an entirely new way and while my adrenaline would naturally course through my system leading me to instinctual precautionary responses any time Mother Earth shifted, I wasn’t as fearful as I’d been prior to my new found understanding of what was really happening.

When I was 23-years-old, living at Esalen Institute in Big Sur, CA, a message came through me out of my mouth in front of a few of my friends in spontaneous channeled claircognizance fashion: “I’m Guardian of the West Gate.” I immediately asked my guides what that meant and they showed me as I simultaneously felt I was holding Heaven in my right hand and Earth in my left hand maintaining the sacred connection between these graces. The West Gate is where people cross to the other side and I AM to govern and protect this gate. My guides also told me I’d understand much more about this role when I reached my 30’s and lots of homework in the meantime. Any time a message contains precognitive events and information I ask if there is any need or benefit or ability to bring that event closer to now. When I did regarding this message I was told quite simply, no.

After a couple years I moved from Big Sur to experience other parts of the state and since shortly after leaving my northern California redwood adjacent geographic gardens, I occasionally heard the message “get back to the Redwoods”. The passion and persistence my guides had behind the message and visions were growing in intensity and frequency. I could no longer ignore this message. Along with that clear phrase was detailed prophetic information about other milestones and experiences I would have after the move, including recording a track with iTom Lab for his new CD, assisting a small town police department with a previously unsolved murder investigation and meeting a woman I had visions about since I was 8-years-old and plant a crystal with her. I’ll mention here that when I did eventually meet that woman, she said to me, “My guides said you’re the Keeper for the West.” I hadn’t mentioned that to anyone since my first utterance of it many years prior at Esalen. That was quite something!

Time to take action! In August 2009, I made the guided move back to the golden state and consequently the Redwoods. Shortly after my arrival I had my first personal experience Praying in Tongues or Praying in Language (something my Grandmother did and a phenomenon that I’ll write about another time) and received a strong message to spend my birthday, September 15, in Muir Woods among the majestic trees that are home to me. That afternoon on my birthday I hiked for hours until I sequestered in a large Redwood trees. Panting to catch my breath, I received a profound download I’ll keep in the sacred and an overview of my upcoming assignments and responsibilities.

Among those responsibilities that reflect and connect to the intentions I harbored as a young child insofar as minding earthquakes I vowed to venture on outings to send my Cosmic B-12 to Mother Earth for balance. She needs to move and express herself, to stretch out and make adjustments just like humans and animals do. I speak to her offering a the humble reminder that earthlings are learning, to please accept my apology and to forgive our neglect and tantrums and to stretch her body as she needs to, mindful that we’re still here too.

In September 2010, an astute astrologer looked at my chart stating quite frankly that after the thousands of charts he’d read before, none have looked anything like mine. He added that to him it read as though, "everything that happens with the earth, you feel (and vise-versa)." I began to weep. The unique experience he had (through reading my chart) was not only his, conversely in the thousands of people I've met, none had seen that deep connection I've felt with the Earth before, one that increases with intensity each year. Namaste. One hand holding Heaven and one hand holding Mother Earth.

If you ever happen upon Assiah and I in some state park, beach or mountaintop, we’re sending the Cosmic B-12 for Mother Earth, the Light and all their children. ^i^

- Tuaca Kelly, 2010

2010-10-31T13:04:00.000-07:00

Assiah: The Prophetic Adventures of the Shaman's Skull

Messages come in myriad forms. I first saw him in a vision: a labradorite skull floating before me, saying, “Come get me.” Persistent and passionate as his future caretaker, he called to me a number of times before I found him approximately two weeks and 500 miles later in Santa Monica, CA. Fortunately I was already anticipating a southerly trip to be in service to a community of loyal clients and to assist with selecting a jury for an important legal case. The aspect of finding the labradorite skull was altogether another assignment. I hadn’t even seen or heard of a labradorite skull before this vision yet surely they must exist…I’m talking to one!

My introduction to crystal skulls happened about 5-years prior the first time I met Max the Crystal Skull. Max’s custodian Joanne Parks was a visiting lecturer at Whole World Wellness (formerly Regenesis– a medical/healing center where I was in service as the in-house medical intuitive, healer and N.A.E.T. surrogate to Dr. Roger Valentine and his patients/clients for many years. Roger and I spent a considerable amount of time with Max, not just asking Max questions, but also providing healing to the well-known crystal that has worked for others a very long time. The experience and conversation I had with Max was personally meaningful and gave me a new appreciation for the energetic properties and transmissions of crystals when they are molded into the shape of a skull regardless if the artisan behind the actual sculpting is earthling or other-worldly. During Max’s visit, I also met a jovial man who was selling crystals and jewelry. I left his booth with a Lemurian phantom point and a brochure to a local shop I hadn’t heard of before: the Aura Shop. It looked like a cool place for me to check out, some day.

Prior to departing for my Santa Monica trip to see my clients and find this skull, I’m fetching a suitcase and feel moved to dig into a box of papers though I’m not sure why I’m doing what I’m doing until I find the same brochure for the Aura Shop I collected said many years-ago. Thank you, Guides!

Sunday morning. I’m parked on Main Street in Santa Monica a few blocks from the Farmer’s Market. I hadn’t been in this part of the world for a number of years yet I remember the notorious occupation of the (perhaps) quota-oriented meter maids and the totally confusing signage designed to stump even the most educated minds. I read the hours of operation numerous times before catching the fragrances of savory prepared breakfast foods wafting from the market eliciting a promising salivary response and acute pangs. Shopping hungry I was a bit overwhelmed by all the activity in the Farmer’s Market. I was walking up a lane while speaking on my mobile phone to Roger Valentine asking him about the Aura Shop. He mentions there is a guy with a booth at the Farmer’s Market who knows about it and tells me where in the market to go. Noting my surroundings I tell Roger that I’m already there. We hang up and not a minute later I overhear some say, “labradorite skull.” My head and body immediately walked toward the back of the man who uttered the words I traveled to so far to hear. When he turned around we recognized each other. He was the same man I met during Max’s first visit! He went on to tell me how he just did repair work on a labradorite crystal skull for the Aura Shop and that while the owner is typically there on Sunday, she happened to be there that morning. “I’ll call Kate and tell her you’re coming.” I thanked him and as I was leaving he asked, “Did you buy a Lemurian phantom from me?”

Walking up to the storefront the owner was outside sweeping the stoop and greeted me with authentic pleasantries. She presented to crystal skulls to me. In my left hand I held a clear quartz skull with more memoamerican features. In my right hand, was my skull, I hadn’t even looked at him yet; I wanted to complete my conversation and introduction to the quartz skull before full engaging in my new companion. The quartz skull and I had a brief exchange: Hello. I don’t belong to you. Thank you. (Namaste). I smiled and returned him to the shop owner, “Thank you. He belongs to someone else.” Then with both hands and full attention I embraced the labradorite skull. We smiled at each other. He has open eyes and a big smile. His features are modern and anatomically correct. In that moment I saw big wings grow from either side that reached around to hug me back. “I belong to you.” I told him that we’d be doing a lot of work together, that we were about taking action! I wanted to sit with him. Kudos to Kate for inviting me to take my time and be comfortable in her shop! There were two areas in her store to sit in where I chose the most rear to have privacy with this fascinating new friend. First thing first: though he already knew my name, I still favor personal introductions. My mother went to school in England and the cultural manners therein are likewise instilled. “My name is Tuaca, what is your name?” I am known for saying, “ask a question get an answer” and the answer I got was coming before asked the question. I simultaneously heard and saw the words/names: Asia and Isaiah. Then I was speaking them aloud combining and contorting them until I felt I had it or something close to it. At that moment I was guided to look to my left and one book among many on the shelves where I sat drew my hand with certainty. I didn’t pay close attention to the title of the book though I saw it had some to do with Christ and the Kabbalah. The first and only page I really needed to see, at that time, opened itself to me. I read there are four worlds or stages of the Kabbalah and how Assiah or Assiaya was one of them meaning action. This was one of those moments where my sacred reverence, gratitude and faith factor grows exponentially. I couldn’t tell you how long I sat there…actually I could, I just want to convey the timelessness of the experience I was having. There is medicine in confirmation. I thanked Assiah for finding me. Funny, he did the same. It is that medicine people receive when they come for sessions. I was weeping in gratitude for this medicine.

Labradorite is also known as “Shaman’s Stone” and is a stone I keep with me as one I’ve always resonated strongly with and been intuitively drawn toward. Its esoteric properties are all related to intuition, healing, time travel, magic, dreams, manifestation, synchronicity, protection…it is indeed the handpicked companion stone for me.

The conversation twix Assiah and I continued. I learned where he was from, (not where the shop owner had been told), and more about the work we’d do together. This is when I noticed that he felt like me, energetically speaking. That he was an extension or amplification of who I AM. Cool!

Kate brought me a cup of water. My hunger pangs kicked in. I had yet to eat. I asked Kate to mind him while I took care of my body and found an ATM. “He’s coming home with me.” Back at the Farmer’s Market, raw food wasn’t speaking to me yet the Mexican-style omelet stand was waving a banner with my name on it. Must eat. Devour. Insert satisfying moaning sounds here:_________. Thank goodness for glucose, protein, carbohydrates, minerals and lipids. I made a point to thank the crystal man for directing me to the shop and calling Kate before making my way to the ATM. Now that skull had a formidable price upon his shoulders…um, occiput? My guides said, “She will lower the price.” Thank you! When I got to the shop I told Kate more about who I was and said I had a message for her and to let me know if she was open to receiving it. On the spot she was and I delivered. She thanked me and to my delight Kate said, “I have a message for you. My guides told me to sell this skull to you for less.” Attitude of gratitude; this is kismet! Kate went on to tell me that in all her years of running the shop and her experience with crystals and gemstones, she had never seen, heard of, or had anyone ask her for a labradorite skull. The buyer she sources from had pushed the skull on Kate. Though Kate is pretty clear with her boundaries and told this guy no three times, how she really did not want it, something in her changed dramatically. She was confident that she bought the skull for me. No doubt the buyer was guided to be ‘persistent’, no doubt Kate was guided to flow. No doubt, Assiah and I have a tremendous lifetime of light service in action. Go forward: Tuaca & Assiah and of course my Guides.

Jedi musician and galactic tribal mate iTom Lab indicated he was going to Lightening in a Bottle, a three-day Burning Man-esque outdoor fest in Orange County, to check out Darryl Anka, a man who channels a multi-dimensional being named Bashar. Looking forward to visiting iTom again, the first since my recording/channeling the words and consciousness transmissions for Om iGod, I feel moved to go and do. iTom had just received his new Eclipse drum and seduced the unsuspecting ears of the audience with the love notes he massaged from her ample body. While he played Bashar’s stage was being set. I had no prior experience with Bashar or Daryl, I had only known iTom was into him. Bashar would receive questions from the audience members, including mine. I told him I had just traveled a long way to find Assiah. He made a joke in that he, from ‘outer space’, had traveled a greater distance. Ultimately Bashar had said what I had felt, that Assiah was more of me, that I had given myself a ‘permission slip’ to be more of who I already was and to keep up the good work. The audience cheered. Before leaving I shared Assiah and his story with iTom. While iTom was inspecting the ‘specimen’ I inspected the t-shirt iTom was wearing: a skull with wings growing out of it. More confirming medicine! I shared this revelation with iTom and we shared a few more synchronistic moments during this brief and poignant visit. I also notice iTom was wearing the same necklace I was coveting while in a shop in Laguna Beach. Hmmmm… may The Force Be With You!

One more stop during this so Cal tour was to my dear friend Compton Rom Bada’s Ascended Health compound. Compton makes living skin care products among other amazing healing goodies for the body. Always good to see Compton! I introduced him to Assiah and Compton introduced me to his new associate in health, Adam. When I told Adam about Assiah, Adam said his best friend’s mom owned the Aura Shop. Yeah, that’s what he said– yet another opportune synchronized gratitude moment. Adam is intuitively talented with Solfeggio tuning forks and we spent some delicious moments together charging and activating Assiah and playing with Compton’s latest healing inventions. It was pretty awesome!

Since our reunion, Assiah joins me during sessions and all the ceremonies I’m guided to do. There is a dynamic ‘prayer’ or healing intention ritual I call the Cosmic B-12 Shot. I was guided to go to Big Sur to conduct three private ceremonies. This was shortly after the oil spills in the Gulf. I made a post on facebook announcing the forthcoming healing and the message I received to share with others, “Look for the rainbow.” After completing (part I of III) in this ceremony on a beach in Big Sur, CA, I was taking photos the ocean and Assiah. A woman observing me holding my camera in one hand and a skull in the other asked me if I wanted her to take a photo of my friend and me. Cool! She was into it to, balancing her body, getting closer, taking shots from different vantages. Thanking her she began asking about the skull. “Is that Labradorite?” Noting her interest as sincere I discussed the properties of the stone and more about how he came into my life. The woman’s husband, still resting in the sand, was more interested in hearing the waves or his own thoughts than our esoteric conversation, it seemed. We exchanged names and when I did she said, “I’ve been to your website. I was just looking at it the other day and bookmarked it.” We looked at each other and I smiled as if to emphasize what I had just been saying in our conversation about synchronicity. Wow! The day after, facebook friend Beverly H posted she and her friends had also held ceremony and saw a peculiar blue rainbow in the sky where they lived. Wow, repeated! The healing, gratitude, reverence, practice, continues…

Now when you see me with Assiah, you’ll be more familiar with him. He has a tremendous metaphorical heart and infinite consciousness. Though we have a lot in common insofar as energy, purpose, dynamics, he does have his own personality, voice and character, and well, he is a bit of a lady’s man. Own of my friends after having a conversation with him said Assiah flirted with her. Another female told me, “Assiah said he loved me.” Well he doesn’t have a crush on me, that isn’t the kind of relationship we have. Ours is a vocational kismet bond I’m fortunate to nurture in service to the Light. Please introduce yourself to Assiah. You’re welcome to ask him questions too. ^i^

- Tuaca Kelly, 2010 www.lovethemessenger.com

2009-10-12T10:08:00.001-07:00

Unusual Suspects

There was little about sitting in a bucket seat I found physically pleasurable especially after driving several hours in one. This extended sojourn began in Dana Point, CA and found finale in the San Francisco Bay Area. To endure I practiced all sorts of micro-movements, gentle swaying and improvised ‘Toyoga’ positions to competing sounds of gusting wind on interstate 5 and iTom Labs’ CD Atomic Consciousness. Adding prayers to my car dance I was mindful and grateful for the means, equipment and ability to drive, “Thank you. Thank you.” My gratitude increased with each progressive mile under the post-midnight and semi-rural, dark blue, star-speckled sky. She was beautiful if not magical. I loved it!

Still unfamiliar with the geography of my new neighborhood – I’d just moved and since I’d been traveling frequently to be in service and teach – landmarks and street names had great value yet little recognition for me. As I neared the highway exit bringing me closer to home my guides delivered a message, “I’ll be pulled over.” Upon hearing this I became unusually excited, instinctively checked my current speed and felt confident I was following the rules of the road. Maybe 3 minutes later sure enough I saw brilliant lights – red, blue, white – flashing from behind my trusty Japanese import. Funny I still I had, albeit a brief, ‘human moment’ wondering if the police car was for me. In that moment of internal processing. I remembered a message my guides gave me several months before: “When I get to California I’m going to help a local police department solve a murder case. Contact the chief when I arrive.” My excitement grew instantly. This was perfect!

The officer had that patented ‘I’m a cop even when out of uniform’ swagger. “Ma’am, have you been drinking?” he nudged. “No sir, I don’t drink.” Apparently in the dark of night in semi-rural-ville splendor I had exited the unlit and quiet highway from or to the wrong lane? Oh. “Were you on your cell-phone?” Hearing this question I rejoiced taking it as confirmation: I was back in California! My phone had been turned-off, in my purse and in the passenger seat for hours. “No sir”, I assured him. “Yet I am very glad to meet you.” This perhaps surprised him? Excitedly I shared with him what I did as my life’s work/soul purpose, how my guides had just told me this meeting between us would take place then requested his captain’s contact information, please?

When the words, “psychic medium” were absorbed by his conscious mind the expression on his face was priceless. His response, and the delivery of it, was poetry, “May I see your driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance?” The officer’s shadow followed his swaggering footsteps back to his American-made cruiser. Moments later his patrolling partner joined him to return my identifying paperwork. I’m not sure why this was necessary. Perhaps he’d been sitting a long time too? The officer asked me to be careful on the drive back home, “We wouldn’t anything to happen to you.” Before leaving we exchanged contact information. I suppose the officer was being protective when he spoke of his commander, “He is a very busy man and may not get back to you for a month.” My guides chimed in informing me that the commander would contact me the following day. I thanked him and made way to my toothbrush, flannel-sheets and cosmic travels.

Some moment in-between morning meditation and a homemade raw tru-ogranic super-food breakfast smoothie boosted with positive vibrations from sacred geometry and loving intention I received the call. Following introductions the voice on the phone confessed he didn’t know what I was available for or open to yet he had an un-solved murder case and wondered if I could or would be willing to help. Absolutely!

We met in person at the station. “The station”, that’s vague, eh? Perhaps this is a good moment to share that due to the nature of the case, combined with my client-confidentiality practice, names, places and badge numbers aren’t included? His demeanor was very kind his energy excited, warm and ‘open’, his attire was standard jacket and tie, trousers ankle-length - I could glimpse socks - and his hairstyle, shorn geometrically, was very “Joe Friday”. Pleasantries exchanged, his questions about the process were intelligent, thoughtful and sincere. The ‘download’ from my guides I began to receive about the case were immediate and plentiful. A visit from someone who had crossed also occurred. “Commander Joe” who didn’t expect us to work during that visit had to excuse himself to retrieve the case file. I took notes of the information I was receiving ready to convey them to “Joe” upon his prompt return. He was very skilled at introducing new evidence or people involved or thought to be involved and asking questions in response to what I was being shown from my guides to relay. Our interactive process was so smooth an on-looker could have thought we’d done this together before. I was very happy with our flow and after two-and-one-half-hours felt pretty complete with the initial chapter.

Set to leave and re-hydrate my body – I consume a lot of water before, during and after channeling/working – “Joe” thanked me for my time and confirmation of his own senses, said he definitely had his homework, direction and much new and significant information to consider. We shook hands in kindness and as an afterthought he asked, “What happens next? Do I just call you again?” Quick to offer a response my guides instantly showed me an iconic pop-culture symbol synonymous with Bob Kane, one used by the fictional character Commissioner Gordon, so I went with it. “Yes, just throw up the ‘Bat Signal’ and I’ll be here. I’m happy to help.

In reflection: as unusual as it may seem to be excited about being pulled-over by a squad car there maybe something greater at work. Our guides are always making connections helping to co-create opportunities for us to consider. Be open to the possibilities and be present in the process to make conscious choices.

Tuaca Kelly serves as a psychic medium, medical intuitive, holon/empathic healer, light warrior, L.O.V.E. Practitioner, messenger and teacher. Visit: www.lovethemessenger.com

2008-06-24T16:52:00.001-07:00

tuaca, a fine italian liqueur

FAQS:
beautiful what does your name mean?" "Is that native American?"
"African?" "Japanese?" "Tuaca, like the alcohol?" "Were your parents
hippies?" "Were they drinking it when you were conceived?"
"Have you ever tried it?" "Like in Fried Green Tomatoes?" "No really,
what is your real name? Let me see your driver's license!" "Well
what's your stage name?" "I bet you get asked this question all the
time; do you get tired of it?"

I could continue with examples in this vain, yet knowing you're an
intelligent and gentle soul, I'll only continue with the story, a true
story where answers will appear like (insert metaphor here). So finish
brushing your teeth, put on your pajamas and hop into your bed,
hammock, cot, tatami mat or whichever sleeping spot finds you each
sunset. Now, scoot along and groom. I'll be here sipping tea. Ah,
nice a clean? Fine, let's continue.

Long, long ago during the renaissance of Italy a lightly sweet
amber-colored Italian liqueur based on fine, cask-aged brandy
possessing a rich fruit-like flavor or vanilla and citrus was off the
hizzie! This elegant concoction, was one to truly behold and enjoy. I
wonder what creating it was like. That day of discovery, may or may
not have looked exactly like this:

Day INT:
1601 Tuscany region, Italy. Francesco and Lucianno were brothers who
began their baking shift each morning at 3:00, no 4:00, no 5:00, in
their family's house where they lived and worked. Taking their second
breakfast, sipping brandy and eating mixed fruit pie, Lucianno motioned
to Franesco for some fresh milk.

Lucianno - 24 year old. Olive skin, lithe body, happy and passionate.
His hair is unkempt yet his glowing smile takes the attention away from
his bohemian appearance. He is slouched over his pie plate sharing the
large wooden table with his younger brother Francesco.

Lucianno: Hey "Cesco", give me tha milk!

Francesco - 23 years old. Olive skin, lithe body, happy and
passionate. Kept his hair short like his favourite stage actor who
also worked as a waiter in a neighboring village. Franceso fancied
himself a great opera singer too yet each time he went to sing, his
brother would pull his shirt over his head.

Francesco: Get it yourself, it is closer to you!
Lucianno: Why you gotta be like a goat?
Francesco: You're a goat!

A brotherly wrestling match instantly ensued: milk, brandy, vanilla and
orange essense magically wound up in a bottle and Tuaca was born!

Okay, I don't know the exact details of HOW Tuaca the fine Liquor
Italiano was created, just when and where. It was very popular in its
time among the passionate Tuscan people. Bravo!

Hundreds of years later, Gaetono Tuoni & Giorgio Canepa imported Tuaca
to the US. I was told by a family friend of Tuoni & Canepa that they
combined their names together and made up "Tuaca". The "Tu" obviously
from "Tu" in "TUoni" and the subsequent letters pulled from "CAnepA".

In the 1970s, Tuaca was the new drink, often found on the bar near the
Uzo and Kahlua though they taste nothing alike. Tuaca is a milk-brandy
with essence of vanilla and orange. Oaxaca is a town in Mexico and
Chewbacca is a fictional character. See, they taste nothing alike.

So my mother, while pregnant with me was at Guliver's Bar with my
would-be God Mother "HL" who was dating the bartender there. He
introduced Tuaca the liqueur to his girlfriend and my Mother. On the
spot, my Mother said, "I'm going to have a daughter and her name is
Tuaca!"

I've had Tuaca once in my life. As a child, I made a date with my
Mother to have Tuaca together for the first time on my 21st birthday.
I'm happy to report that I did like the warmth, body and flavor of
Tuaca - had three shots and inverted my glass. Drinking, isn't my
thing despite the fact that I am a second-generation American of Irish
& German descent.

Yes, I am named truly named after the fine Italian liqueur by my
hippie Mother - as printed on my birthday certificate, baptismal
certificate, GED & future awards. Incidentally, "Towanda" is the
war-cry popularized by the movie based on the book written by Fannie
Flag: "Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe'"

Drink responsibly with compliments and only when you're feeling happy.

- Tuaca Kelly