When I began watching Gaia TV a few years ago, I quickly developed my favourite programmes.  I love George Noory's Beyond Belief and his gentle almost innocent style of conversation.  No matter how often he listens to someone talk about their enlightenment experience, their encounter with angels/aliens/ghosts or share their wisdom on ancient civilisations, he always manages a fresh curiosity, as though it's the first time he's  heard of such things.

It was on Gaia TV that I first came across Regina Meredith and her programme Open Minds. It becomes clear very quickly that Regina's presenting style is to hold space for her guest as they express their knowledge, wisdom and experience on all things mind/body/spirit - especially spirit.  Regina's presence is one of calm, light and beauty and she holds a safe space for her viewers and guests to come together over the 40 minutes or so of her show.

So one day while watching her show, I felt powerfully directed to contact her to ask her to come and meet the members of the Tuesday Night Club, to tell us about her career, life and influences.  

The short story is I asked her and she said Yes.  She gave the most joyous, generous response and said we'll have fun! And so it happened that on a wintery December night just over a year ago, Regina Meredith charmed us with her wit, wisdom and many of the wonders she's experienced over her long career.  

Her message was very similar to that of our previous guest Dr. Jill Bolte-Taylor (author of My Stroke of Insight and Whole Brain Living) who says that we are all beings of energy and we are each of us responsible for the energy we bring to the room.  

Regina too believes that everything relates to frequency and in order to remain in the light, to experience love and maintain a harmonious balance in our relationships, with Mother Earth and humanity, we must work at keeping a higher vibrational frequency about and within us.  She meditates frequently, involves herself in creating delicious food and surrounds herself with beauty which she believe keeps the vibrations raised. 
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I particularly loved Regina's thinking on growing older. 
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A MESSAGE FROM THE GUARDIANS....

Since that evening of December 6th 2022, the uploaded recording on my Wise  & Ageless Goddess YouTube channel has received over 10,000 views and a number of viewers have asked to hear the message given to Regina which she mentioned she received from her guides 'The Guardians'.   In this message are instructions on how to raise our vibration to a frequency of love which is what's necessary to move through the troubling times ahead. Regina generously shared this with us and the following is a transcript of the message she received. 

Meditation on Love (from the Guardians) recorded in 850 FLFE sacred spot.
 – By Regina Meredith
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Nov. 8 2022
 
“Lead your lives with love. Music of love songs, love stories in films, love stories in books.
 
 Give love, receive love, it’s love that will begin brightening the ensuing darkness. 
 
There’s more dimming of the lights ahead but you can overcome this and even reverse this with feelings of love. 
 
Do not give in to despair, anger and judgment for that is the exact fuel that those who put you in this position required to continue doing what they’re doing. 
 
By loss of will and loss of love and loss of appetite for all that is beautiful, the others have succeeded. 
 
Your earth has so much beauty and so much actual love at her core as well as at the core of humanity once it can be unmasked. But nobody is going to take that mask off for you. 
 
Each and every one of you needs to commit to love in every way you can find it to keep your own frequencies high through this time of change. 
 
Watching love stories is perfectly legitimate if it fosters feelings of love.
 
 Spending time with those you love, be it family or friends is one of the best ways to keep the frequencies high. You’ll notice this when you’ve been with someone you love - feel the upliftment in the chest and in the spirit. 
 
Now you’re going to have to work at this consciously as it’s not just a given any longer. 
 
Do kind things for one another. 
Do sweet things for one another. 
Do caring things for one another. 
 
You’re going to need to help each other spiritually to move through this next phase of human history. 
 
Care, love, kindness, compassion will be your tools. 
 
This does not need to look heroic in any way, it just needs to exist in the world in any way you can create it. 
 
And let’s not forget beauty. 
 
Beauty is of a higher order of frequency and where ever you can bring beauty into your life or the life of another you have also succeeded in overcoming the darker frequencies and spells that have been cast upon humanity. 
 
So you can add beauty of all kinds to your toolbox, be it your surroundings, music, inspiring literature, food, laughter and light hearted humour, whatever you consider to be beautiful and elevating. 
 
If there was ever a time to become what was referred to as a Good Samaritan it is now as the act of giving brings higher frequencies into the world. 
 
Engage with little children and animals at their innocent levels of enthusiasm and lightness of being. They still have the keys to the heavens. 
 
Those at the end of their lives are also closer to the heavens as they’ve let go of the cares and responsibilities and burdens of life and are free to simply be. 
 
It’s been known for a long time that this time in history would be coming. In fact, we’ve told you (Regina) of this for many years and you have felt it your entire life. 
 
And now it’s time to employ everything you’ve learned through your metaphysical studies and journey through life. 
 
It can be as simple as calling and checking on someone who is struggling, or making a pot of soup and sharing it. This doesn’t require heroes it simply requires care. 
 
Finally, give yourself credit for choosing to incarnate and holding the light at this time because your future will depend on it.”
 
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You can view the full recording of our Tuesday Night Club conversation with Regina on the Wise & Ageless Goddess Youtube channel here

Dear Wise & Ageless Goddess
 
'If you don't walk your true path, you don't find your true people.' 
- Martha Beck (The Way of Integrity)

Our family has what's known as a Covid dog.  

Unused to company during the lockdown years of his puppyhood, Pippin developed a suspicion of strangers and to this day dislikes anyone approaching him other than those of us in his original family bubble and an innocent friendly hand held out to pet the cute Cavalier unleashes his inner fierce wolf!

So you can imagine the problem over the recent weeks of the attic conversion (mentioned in previous blog post) when day after day groups of workmen would come through our home. Despite our best efforts to contain the wee beastie, there were times we’d have to roar a warning ‘Don’t put your hand out to the dog!’. 

But one day a workman came in and Pippin to our amazement remained in cutie-pie mode.  In fact I’d never seen him behave so calmly with a total stranger.  He walked confidently up to him, circled him for a moment and then wagging his tail trotted back to his cushion and contentedly curled up to sleep.  
 
Truly surprised I asked the man ‘What have you got that no one else does?’
 
‘Oh I could tell he didn’t want to be touched.  I love dogs - in fact I train Alsations’  he replied.
 
It struck me as awesome the communication that passed between the dog and man who carried about him an invisible energy or frequency which Pippin recognised as safe and trustworthy.  He was simply true to his nature and Pippin a creature of nature, instinctively knew that.

When we own the presence of our true nature everything around us responds to that. The whole of nature works with us and we experience less challenge and resistance, more synchronicity and flow.

BECOMING TRUE
The  presence of our true nature is forever trying to catch our attention - in the words of a song, the appearance of a robin, the fall of a feather on our shoulder, a penny dropped from heaven or a heart shaped stone at our feet.  

Remember in my previous post when I talked about feeling displaced and disconnected when my beloved 'sanctuary' became the hall and stairway for the new attic conversion?  It was three messages one after the other - a conversation in a popular TV program, a comment in a podcast and a point of view in a newsletter - which directed my attention to what I needed to know.  That I'd outgrown the old version of me but the new version was not quite here yet.  

There's a new version?  I hadn't expected that.  And my feeling of displacement was replaced with a feeling of excitement for what's to come.
 
 
Many of you responded feeling something similar and like me found the feeling put into these words a hopeful message.  It shifts our attention from that which we are no longer to that which we are becoming.


Then Guess what happened?.......
Moving intuitively, I decided to create a one day workshop based on 'The lure of our Becoming'.  

​Calling it BECOMING TRUE - A Living Magically Everyday workshop, I set the date.  Within two hours of finalising the arrangements I received an email out of the blue.  It read: 'Please let me know when you have dates for a new workshop'. Within an hour of that, I had registered my first participant.

When we act true to our nature, nature responds in kind. 

We're moving into the final quarter of this year. If 2023 hasn't delivered all you hoped lets catch it by the tail and shake it up a bit!
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Join me for this one day  BECOMING TRUE workshop

at:     The United Arts Club, Fitzwilliam Street, Dublin 2.

on:    Saturday November 4th

from:  9.30am to 6pm

Early registration Fee  €85
Workbook, snacks and all materials supplied.
 
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By Trina Keane
 
Perhaps it’s the new spring light or maybe the sunny daffodils and primroses ribboning the roadsides and parkways but I’ve always felt a powerfully uplifting energy shift around the time of the  St. Patrick’s Day celebrations in Ireland.
 
I have to admit, I’m a bit of a S.A.D. sufferer once the Christmas decorations have returned to the attic so this time of the returning light is precious to me.   And how perfectly timed is the March 17th day of celebration near the spring equinox and the March full (worm) moon when the thawing earth delivers up nourishment in time to feed the early nesting birds.
 
As a child St. Patrick’s Day was so very welcome because children who had given up sweeets and chocolate for lent were excused their lenten promises for the day.  We wore emerald green ribbons in our hair and sprigs of delicate shamrock as we headed off to church, after which we’d take the bus and join the cheering masses, waving flags and catching sweets being thrown from the floats at the city parade.
 
Once I’d learned to drive, my friend Carol and I would take off in my dad’s Volkswagon - the Blister Beetle we called it  - and head to the Wicklow hills.  We’d park on the roadside near the lakes of Glendalough and the ruins of the ancient monastic settlement of another early christian,  St. Kevin.  Nestled between two lakes and surrounded by steep wooded hills on all sides, an iconic round tower stretches up here, between the crumbling gravestones and chapel walls. 
 
From our roadside vantage-point, young people would sit in and around their cars playing music and carrying rounds of drinks from the nearby pubs with the music of the celtic rock band Horslips and the unmistakable opening riff of Dearg Doom https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5G8AJf4Xzw bringing everyone to their feet to joyously proclaim ourselves contemporary Irish.  We were modern young men and women with heroes like Cuchulain, the Red Destroyer ( the Dearg Doom), to remind us that this now is our time to own the culture, the myth and the music of what came before us,  and to us, down through the ages.
 
As the years pass I’ve noticed more and more that my calling on this day, is less a need to express my heritage through tribal gatherings and parades and more a returning to my roots, to something that goes back much further back than Patrick. 
 
A bit like the ancient druids,  I feel the desire to be with the trees and rivers and lakes.   These days my celebration of the greenest day of the year is to spend time in nature, awakening after the dark months of winter to birdsong echoing through the canopy of a cathedral of trees. Being with trees was how our Druid ancestors lived and healed and drew spritual connection.
 
Each year, very early on the morning of the 17th of March come whichever season greets us (for St. Patrick’s Day is also known as the day of all four seasons),  my family and I pack a picnic and head out once again to Glendalough not to sit in our car, as Carol and I in our youth found so liberating, but to immerse ourselves in the woodlands and lakes and take deep lungfulls of the fresh spring air.
 
This year more than ever our ancients would urge us to go to the trees.  There is real healing in trees and the practice known as *'Forest Bathing' or 'Shinrin Yoku' is fast becoming an antidote, a social prescription if you like,  to modern living in the age of technology.  Trees emit plant essential oils to protect themselves called phytoncides.  Studies show that inhaling these oils can boost your immune system for up to 30 days.  And the practice of opening your senses mindfully to the sights, sounds, smells, touch and sensations of being immersed in a natural environment, reduces stress which in turn reduces inflammation and benefits the immune system.
 
In the graveyard at Glendalough, there is a remarkable celtic cross, carved from a single block of granite and said to date back to the 5th or 6th century. The celtic cross is the symbol which most expresses my roots, my connection to the ancients.   For Patrick in his wisdom chose this cross to encourage the transition from the old to the new, blending the new Christian message of the son of God with the reverence held for the sun by the learned Druids who were the doctors, scientists  and spiritual leaders of the time.   The Christian cross overlays the sun circle.
 
Standing here for a few minutes I give thanks in the way Patrick did and in the way those who came long before him expressed their reverence and gratitude for the bounties of nature.  I give thanks for the renewed flow of life-force which this spring day delivers within me, before me, behind me, beneath me, above me, on my right, on my left, and of course always within my heart. 
 
This year,  our schools have been closed and people have beeen asked to work from home if they can at all.  As I write, gatherings of more than 100 people in closed spaces and 500 outdoors have been banned and our St. Patrick’s Day parades have been cancelled as a precautionary measure against the spread of Covid-19, now a global pandemic.
 
In this year that saw such catastrophic damage by fire to the forests of the Amazon and  in Australia as a result of climate change, it’s ironic that on the greenest day of the year – St. Patrick’s Day – we will see the pubs, streets and airports of the Emerald Isle all but empty. 
 
And yet this year, what could be more apt than to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by literally returning to our roots.  Remembering that whatever else, wherever we find ourselves throughout the globe, we are a people with a profound connection to nature. 

​Perhaps after all, this year may be the greenest Paddy’s day ever.
 
*(For more information on Forest Bathing please visit Deborah Mendes The Nature Connector here https://natureconnection.world/listing/deborah-mendes-the-nature-connector/ )

It's spring. The season of lightening-up and yet for most of us in this time of uncertainty, it feels like we're in the dark.
Like so many, I resisted the 'shop now....for everything!' panic but you know we can't blame others for panic buying. They are simply picking up on the pervasive energy.

A month ago, my theme for Living Magically in 2020 was ENERGY. My post said -
'You are responsible for the energy you bring to this space.'
And it also said -
'You are responsible for the energy you allow into this space.'

On-going news bulletins with numbers rolling in red banner headlines, social media scare posts, message sharing from 'specialists' etc. This energy in our space infects us with its fear and panic. And the one thing we have control over is that we can choose to allow it or not.

This morning I made a decision. I'm going to take all the good advice we've been given and I'm going to follow the guidelines of staying safe. But I will watch only one newscast a day.

The energy I choose to bring to this space is one of calm, nourishing, supportive service.  We already know how to thrive. It's our first and most basic instinct and we have a powerful guidance system in our innate wisdom.

The one thing we know is that we need to protect our immune system because its strength is to protect us from disease and viruses. Yet being open to influences such as -
⚡️ Fear
⚡️ Panic
⚡️ Jumping thoughts
⚡️ Indecisive Action
⚡️ Every man/ woman for themselves
 -are the very things that will cause a rise in the levels of the stress hormone in our body - a known contributor to compromising our immune system.

IS IT TIME TO SEE THE BLESSING IN DISGUISE?
Isn't it funny that at a time when we have never been more connected, the thing that will serve us best during this global health crisis is social distancing?
And of course a Wise & Ageless Goddess will see this as an opportunity to create her Sacred Space or her Sanctuary. 

The next thing is to be clear on who you are. 
Go to your space and light a candle. Take out a 'Sanctuary Space' notebook and write down all that you know yourself to be. Begin with the words 'I AM'.

Begin with what is absolute fact. I am a mother. I am a sister. I am a wife, etc.  Continue with skills, qualifications, talents. I am a doctor, beautician, farmer, accountant.  I am a writer, a nurturer, a poet, an artist,  a baker, a grower, a reader, a healer, a decorator, a communicator etc. Take it further - I am wise, natural, strong, fulfilled, cherished, generous, spiritual, beautiful.
Don't worry about who's going to see this. It's for your eyes, heart and mind only.

Move on to owning what you love.
I love, good food, good company, mellow smooth jazz, Grace & Frankie and anything with Meryl Streep in it, creating flower arrangements, I love sunshine and open spaces, the woods, writing, rioja, reading, a glass of Rioja while reading, long walks in the woods, cooking a meal for good friends, travel, listening to Carol Dooley in the afternoon on Sunshine radio, a home spa treatment (no one's looking remember?)

Next you need to ask - 
'In this time of uncertainty, what do I need to do first?'
💗 I need to spring clean my home
💗 declutter the cupboards 
💗 nourish myself and my family
💗 make a schedule of how to spend my time
Continue with your own list.

Then ask yourself -
'What can I do for myself?'
I can eat well and sleep well, listen to music that makes me happy, talk to others, journal and meditate, breathe, get out in nature and walk, have plenty of play time and laughter.

You can also write down the things you'd love to do but have been putting off - The universe has provided you with the time you never have!
✨ Write the book
✨ Learn to draw*
✨ Knit the sweater
✨ Paint the kitchen
✨ Decorate your Sacred Space
✨ Make your garden great again.

Now ask what you can do for others.
You can -
 - stay well myself
 - share my store cupboard
 - offer to shop or cook for elderly neighbours
 - meet up to walk in open spaces
 - write letters and make phone calls to people you haven't been in touch with for ages.

The next step is very important otherwise the time will fritter away.
Once you've decided what to do you must write it into a schedule otherwise these are just ideas. Scheduling creates intention and that powers action.


What will happen?
It is now that we can say I'm not sure what will happen as this pandemic unfolds. But I am sure about how I will manage this time of uncertainty for myself and my family.
It's spring, the time of returning light - and we will grow.
Like to spend your sanctuary time doing one of my FREE Soulful Self Care programmes. Contact me at www.trinakeane.com/contact and I'll forward you the link to download.

Be well. 💗
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* check out drawing classes on line and Alan Keane Art (☺️) for online drawing and art classes https://www.aka.ie/.

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NOTE:  I post this blog today as it came sharply to mind over the weekend when our beloved little companion Rocky passed on to the next world.  

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When I was growing up and at school in the 60’s and 70’s, the prospect of a school retreat was a most exciting affair.  Of course they were religious retreats and involved a bit of prayer and breaking into groups of six to discuss ‘The Compassionate Heart’ or some such – but mine was a feather-head (or so I’d been told by many a stern-faced teacher) and these retreats were a place where I could unleash my curious soul allowing something within me rise up to explore the potential for a life that didn’t depend on the rigid structure of school - that place dedicated to achieving grades which deliver a career which secures a future and station in life thus guaranteeing happiness. 
 
I wasn’t a rebel.  Far from it.  But from my earliest days I was convinced that happiness was an inside job.
 
I was a dreamy kid,  not really religious but content with knowing that we are joined in this life to an unseen world and I embraced the rituals that were part of school and community life.  I loved the arrival of May and would eagerly fill a vase with wallflowers picked from our front garden  placing it on the May alter I had made in my bedroom.  It held a little statue of the Blessed Virgin and a holy picture or two which we school children received every once in a while from the Bishop.
 
We’d been told we could talk to the saints in prayer but I preferred to have proper conversations.  I’d ask ‘Mary-Mother-of-God’  questions each day and I hoped she’d divulge to me who really shot the sainted President John F. Kennedy or what kind of punishment did Hitler get for his terrible sins.  One year I was very worried about poor Judas.  How could Jesus fulfil his prophesy if Judas hadnt agreed to be the bad guy and betray him with a kiss in the garden of Gethsemane.  However the question which preoccupied me most throughout my childhood was where do the animals go when they die.  The Bible was very vague about dogs and cats and rabbits and things once the story about Noah and the Arc was out of the way.
 
Once a week, in the year leading up to our First Holy Communion my classroom at school was scrubbed clean, desks polished to a high shine and not a scrap of paper out of place in time to welcome the local clergyman whose task it was to prepare us for this most sacred of sacrements.  We girls, hair brushed and neat as pins were the very model of virtue  by the time the great man swept through the door.  One of those days in particular will always stand out in my mind. 
 
Father Dooley had just arrived and Sister Maria, our young teacher was neatening her habit pleats as she quietly took her seat at her desk.  “As your priest,” said  Father Dooley,  “It is my job to explain to you what God wants you to know.”  Perfect! I thought.  I have something I want to know and this holy man can tell me.  Before he could proceed any further, I waved my hand in the air and he turned smiling at me.  “Father,  do dogs and cats go to heaven?” I asked.  The glint from the flash in Sister Maria’s eye slashed me from the far side of the room.  Father Dooley took an enormous breath and seemed to grow by several feet.  “Of course not.” he bellowed  in response.  “Havent I already told you that only those with the cleanest white souls can get through the gates of heaven.  And dogs and cats do not have  souls. Only the children of God have souls!!!"
 
Despite this loud and righteous response from the fine priest  – it was something inside of me that registered loudest.  A sensation that felt and sounded like the jarring claxon on a game show when a contestant gets the question wrong.  NAH-HAH.  WRONG!!!!   As Father Dooley got his spiritual lesson underway,  I pitied such clever and sincere people who had learned their catecism and bible so well but weren’t free to  trust the wisdom of their own heart.   They couldn’t dare to believe what I knew to be true. That of course all of God’s creatures go to heaven.
 
On that day, I couldn’t yet articulate it but I knew that although  many learned and wise people will share their knowledge and experience of what they believe to be true, it’s only when a truth resonates positively within the depths of your being,  you’ll recognise it as a pathway to your own sense of joy and purpose.
 
 
In his beautiful film, The Shift,  the late Dr Wayne Dyer opens with a scene of him rising early and going quietly to his desk where he reads a short passage from a book and then moves into quiet meditation.  His voice narrates this process which he would undertake every morning of his life.  A kind of daily retreat where he would accesses the wisdom of his soul while connecting with Source.
 
Dr. Dyer (in the film), says that everyone has a destiny, a calling of the soul.  Every bird, every tree, every person comes into the world with something it is destined to do or deliver to the world.  “It is only we humans who tend to get confused and we slip into identifying ourselves with our outer symbols of success and achievement and loose touch with the extra-ordinaryness with which we were born.”  Watching that film for the first time and hearing these words, I experienced a spiritual  ah-ha! moment.  I  knew then that all living things other than we humans, can only be what they are.  A daffodil does not try to be a rose or a bird try to be a spider.  Neither does each think the other is better than, or less important  than itself.  Of course there’s no issue of these going to heaven.  For they are so pure they are already living expressions of the grace of God!
 
 
A few years back I experienced my own shift or calling of the soul.  I was experiencing a number of the markers of the midlife transition - empty nest, the passing on of the parents of both my husband and myself, and of course the inevitable menopause.  Overtime, life had got in the way of that early childhood conviction that I’d know the great truths of the universe when I’d hear them and that I could be anything at all in the world I wished to be.  I had come across Dr Dyer’s film on Youtube and as I watched the story unfold I felt that sense of absolute truth that we are spiritual beings inhabiting the many bodies of our lifetime.  Each of us through our lifetime have the possibility of inhabiting many forms, that of a child, a teenager, a young mother,  a mature woman  - and here I was transitioning once again.  I have  since come to know that it’s no accident that as a woman moves beyond her reproductive years she inhabits the body of a Wise & Ageless Goddess who begins to understand her powerful connectedness to Source, the Universe, the Divine or God. 
 
My spirit was here to experience an extraordinary life and it was time to return and reclaim the wholeness with which I was born. 
The poet T.S. Eliot said, “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”  I was arriving at where I started.
 
 
Since then I, like Wayne Dyer and many others all over the world,  set about preparing a ritual of early morning retreat.  A little journalling, some affirmations and expressions of gratitude, a short meditation etc. and bit by bit over time, I was learning to pay attention to the inner wisdom and spiritual connection which every day opens or points to the pathway of the endless potential of all of God’s creatures.  And in this I found a healing connectedness to every living thing.
 
 
Over the years I have been the proud owner/ parent  of many waggy-tailed companions who’ve shared my world and when I return to the spiritual realms, I very much look forward to watching them run freely through sunlit meadows, ears flapping behind them in the way they would when they’d stick their head out of a moving car window.  I’m looking forward to meeting up with Father Dooley again and I’ll thank him for his wisdom that day in the school classroom as it woke a desire to remain curious on my own spiritual quest. I may also ask him a very cheeky question and risk causing him to blush. How had he reacted as he reached the pearly gates and found himself sharing the queue with none other than the presbytery cat!