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Photo: Amazingly colorful orbs surrounding us at Grail Springs. The most astonishing part of this was that there no visible rainbow hued lights in the room <3


A few weeks ago I was leading a retreat for a group of people who were looking to manifest major life changes. For five days, we gathered together to share our dreams and desires, as well as  support each other in seeing them to fruition. At the end of one the evening modules, we were all feeling pretty elated and I would daresay ‘God Intoxicated'; filled with the spirit of Love. One of the participants took a photo of some of the group. This is what emerged. Keep in mind that there were no colorful lights in the room. The Christmas tree was beautifully decorated with white lights. The walls were bedecked with silver. The same camera took pictures before and after this one without the circular objects commonly referred to as ‘orbs’. I have seen them in other photos over the years but have never been surrounded by them in this way. As I look at this picture, it is as if Spirit was laughing with us, feeling every bit as silly as we all were. This picture was sent to Gene Ang who  teaches on the subject since they began showing up in digital photos worldwide. His response was that they were “off the charts”.


Dr. Klaus Heinemann  and  Dr. Míceál Ledwith  are experts in the field as well and in their book The Orb Project they describe:

After literally stumbling into orbs appearing as bright as light bulbs in photographs he was taking at a spiritual retreat, Dr. Klaus Heinemann immediately sensed that he was onto something profound. There was no choice but to convince himself that his notion was on solid grounds. Heinemann looked at thousands of pictures he had taken earlier, and thousands more would be taken to test the hypothesis that these light circles are nothing less than emanations from Spirit beings.

Dr. Míceál Ledwith had a similar experience after the orb phenomenon was first made known to him through the teachings of Ramtha. He began an intense and systematic study of orbs in all sort of situations, day and night, and in all sorts of atmospheric conditions, in order to discover all he could about their nature, the situations in which their presence could be most easily detected, and what implications they might have for our understanding of our own place in the cosmos. To date, he has amassed a collection of well over 100,000 images.




Shayne Traviss 2012

This image was taken outside at Grail Springs as my friends Shayne Traviss and Ondreah Johnson  and I were strolling through the soft white fluffy stuff. Just like the previous image, the ones before and after this shot were orb free.

As I enlarged the rainbow hued photo, I could actually see little faces that looked as if they were having just as good a time as we all were and even now, weeks later, I have this sense of delight as if whoever it was that was joining in the party on that snowy winter’s night, is still with me and all of those who were in that room.

















Photo credit Cynthia Greb 2012


Like many people, I have been feeling the effects of what is referred to in my circles as ‘the Shift’. It shows up for me as sleeplessness, really intense dreams that are sometimes over the top euphoric and at others, devastatingly frightening, as well as energy spikes, peaks and dips. I have not fallen prey to anxiety or depression in my life, but lately have had glimpses of what that might feel like. Having been in the mental health field for 30 some years, I recognize them when they arise.  My intuitive abilities have heightened and images come to me that play themselves out shortly thereafter. I think of someone and within moments, they call or email. Nothing weird, evil or even cosmic foo foo about it. I believe we are hardwired for God, just like I had indicated in yesterday’s Bliss Blog entry about being hardwired for joy. Maybe they are one and the same.


The much heralded and dreaded 12/21/12 is approaching and my perspective is that it is a time of position transition and not the end of the world.  December 21, 2012, marks the end of the 5125-year, “Long Count” Mayan Calendar. Some people fear cataclysmic events, other see it as a time of rejoicing and transcendence. I know that tragic and traumatic events occur each day in various places around the world. I am equally certain that each of us holds space for positive and negative energy and outcome. I much prefer to be in the second camp, viewing this day as a moment (in the grand scheme of things) of rebirth and sense that the ride I have been on is preparing me for that.

Dr. David Stuart, professor of Mesoamerican art and writing at the University of Texas at Austin, points out in his book “The Order Of Days: The Maya World and the Truth About 2012,”    “It’s as if the ancient Maya could somehow anticipate the fears and struggles we experience in our modern industrial life and offered a mystical end game we could look forward to,” he writes. “No such luck. The truth of the matter is that the Maya calendar was inseparable from the ancient world that created it: a lost worldview of kings, gods and ancestors. By wrenching this special vision of time and cosmology away from that particular cultural and historical milieu, we do nothing more than manipulate the past for our own purposes and messages.”


“The truth is no Maya text — ancient, colonial or modern — ever predicted the end of time or the end of the world,” he continues.

My friend Rev. Gary Culp has long offered insights via spoken and written communication about the Mayan calendar and he too views this as an exciting time His site, called A New Day One can provide information to inspire you.

There have long been fear-theorists who capitalize on people’s trepidation and exacerbate it. What if, instead, we focused on the good that could come from these changes that are taking place all over the planet?  There are many gatherings occurring that are bringing people together, rather than tearing us apart. I am going to be at an annual Winter Solstice event at the home of friends, honoring the transitions we are all experiencing, anticipating a new era of peace, love and understanding. How about you?  I see both a sunset and sunrise as we give birth  to ourselves.


Cynthia Greb 2012



Cynthia Greb 2012 Anticipation by Carly Simon


Hardwired For Joy!

Photo: INTUITIVE VisionMAPPING<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
~ By Tricia Waltman</p><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Today is Christmas Card day so I wanted to share one of mine, made simply for fun.  I find great peace in creating something and it fills me with joy, especially if there's some great music in the back round.  The playful part?  When I sing along as if on stage!  Thank goodness I work alone!</p><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>What do you do to feel peaceful?  Please share today an activity that brings you happiness.  You could give someone else an idea and enrich their lives, and there's your good deed!  Image by: Vision Art Designs


created with love by Lore Raymond



The Universe has a wondrous sense of timing, as I smiled with delight when seeing this image a few days ago on Facebook friend, Lore Raymond’s page. Life is my playground and I welcome into it lots of willing playmates who usually cooperate, don’t throw sand, share their toys and refrain from running with scissors. Every day, I encounter new ones and every day I express gratitude for those who are already there, as well as those who are about to step into the sandbox. This weekend, I felt blessed to have folks in both categories.

For the first year, I attended the annual event Firebird Festival in Phoenixvile, PA.  It is a community gathering that focuses on the concept of the Phoenix rising from the ashes and has become legendary in its scope. My friend Henrik Stubbe Teglbjaerg is the artist who orchestrates this shindig and builds the bird.  Last minute decision after the seed was planted. I meandered back and forth in my thoughts, tired after gym ‘playout’, wanting to take a nap, desiring to take part in the ritual of seeing the bird in full flight (symbolically speaking) and then letting go of my worn out beliefs, fears, hesitations, doubts, limitations and watching them go up in flames. Hopped in the Jeep, headed Southward. When I got nearby, I was delighted and frustrated that there were so many people and cars. Took a deep breath and called on our family parking angel, seeing what we call “an Uncle Jimmy parking spot” since my mother’s brother Jim always found the perfect spot. It took nearly 30 minutes of driving around, enjoying the scenery until I found a parking lot with ONE SPOT left. It was just a few blocks away from the main festivities. I knew I would see friends there and within moments, I was greeted by my friend Laura Bertin. Throughout the evening, I saw oodles more as I slowly wound my way through the playful, colorfully garbed crowds (one man with a rainbow-hued, 6″ or so mohawk), others with silly hats and fun costumes. There was an air of anticipation, since they had all come to see the big bird burn. Tiny kidlets (including few month old Elliott perched on his father’s shoulders, eyes wide in delight) watched in wonder.   A host of drummers kept the beat, including Ron Kravitz, Bill DeHaven and Daniel Brouse. Since I had left my drum in the car (silly me), I used the edge of the stage as a percussion instrument.
Another opportunity to connect with kindred spirits…I turned and saw my friend Gael Chiarella Alba who I have not greeted hug to hug in a few years. She was there with friends of hers and invited me to come back to her house for what turned out to be lively conversation about my favorite subject of ‘life, the Universe and everything.’ and yummy food. Even though I had not met these folks in this lifetime, it truly felt like we had done this before, so naturally did it flow~ Looking forward to seeing them again.
Photo: Side view of the great bird. When I got there, I saw my friend Henrik Stubbe Teglbjaerg putting last minute touches on it. <3
Phoenix before the ceremony (I took this one)
Phoenix during the celebratory conflagration. (Photo credit Daniel Brouse, 2012)
On Sunday, I went to Circle of Miracles; one of my interfaith spiritual communities and heard the marvelous ‘child in a grownup suit’ Marlene Sandler share her thoughts about the importance of play. For her, it became a survival skill, having experienced childhood abuse, health issues and depression. It wasn’t until she befriended a dog named Teddy, a cat called Marmalade and a pony with the moniker of Harriet, that Marlene truly came alive. They each taught her, not only the value of play, but HOW to play. No wonder she became a talented animal communicator, therapist, healer and teacher. Marlene invited us to engage in a practice that wolves use to create safe space….howling; which the group of forty some of us did, with abandon. She then shared the dynamics of the ways in which animals and people play, and how to become more adept at it. One fascinating tidbit she offered was that typically those who commit serial murders did not learn to play (and obviously, they didn’t learn to play well with others): She gave each of us a baggie filled with a few pieces of candy, a dreidel since it is Hanukkah, a photo story of a polar bear and husky that learned to play together and an index card. She asked us to take 30 seconds and draw a picture of the person next to us. Such fun!  And then she reminded us that as children, we likely would have engaged in the experience without judgement and as adults, likely were being self critical of what appeared on the the 3 x 5. I actually just had fun sketching my friend Monica Gager.
According to Peter Gray:  “Play in our species serves many valuable purposes. It is a means by which children develop their physical, intellectual, emotional, social, and moral capacities. It is a means of creating and preserving friendships. It also provides a state of mind that, in adults as well as children, is uniquely suited for high-level reasoning, insightful problem solving, and all sorts of creative endeavors.” I agree wholeheartedly. This 54 year old has bubbles, crayons, costumes, facepaint, feathers, and all sorts of other toys in her life enhancement tool kit.
Later in the day, I headed to the home of Cass Forkin and Bill Belknap who also are playful adults. They invite a group of us to gather to celebrate friendship, set intention for next year, support each other in our endeavors, enjoy yummy food, honor the holidays of light and just have fun. No surprise, tying in with the theme of the morning’s celebration at Circle of Miracles, their dog Bailey was a playful participant in the festivities.
Photo: Cass Forkin and the magical pup named Bailey <3
Cass Forkin
Photo: Bill Belknap beaming brightly <3
 Bill Belknap
I led the group through a ritual during which we lit candles and went around the room, sharing what it is we had experienced in 2012, how it had impacted our lives and those with whom we came in contact and what we intended for the new year. With each thought shared, we blessed the intention by howling like a supportive wolf pack. Since some of us had been there that morning at Circle of Miracles, it was all the more powerful and expression of solidarity and support. Among us were musicians, health professionals, teachers, artists, writers, organizational developers, CEOs, speakers and engineers, all with a common purpose…to make a difference in the world.
“This is the real secret of life — to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.”  -Alan Watts


By Invitation

Tonight on my way home from one of my many right livelihood jobs, this one as a counselor in a drug and alcohol treatment outpatient program, I steered the Jeep toward my ‘office away from home’ a.k.a. The Zen Den in the bucolic/artsy Bucks County, PA town of Doylestown. I was dropping off a copy of my Bliss book to offer as part of a raffle basket and indulge in my drink of choice there: soy chai latte. I placed my order and went to find a table in the corner. At the next table was a young couple meeting with someone who I couldn’t see at first glance. I gathered they were speaking with a wedding officiant since they were making statements of that nature and I do that kind of work too, so it almost a no-brainer to figure out. It wasn’t until I heard the response that my heart  took a hopscotch leap. The minister was my friend Naila Francis. A dear kindred spirit, she lights up the world with her brilliant smile (think Mary Richards) and her writing talent. I grinned and nodded, so as not to interrupt and settled down to do my work as she did hers. Once the couple went on their way, she and I hugged our hellos. Naila’s writing appears in our regional newspaper in her regular column called Life In La La Land (so named because her niece couldn’t pronounce Naila so, La La she became) which is  from the day to day experience of this Renaissance Woman. I am moved to delighted laughter and wracking tears at various times as she has written about her travels, her work, her relationship with her Beloved Zane and most poignantly the recent deaths of two important men in her life; her father who died in October and her mother’s long time companion who passed last year and was surrogate father to her and her brother since their own lived on St. Lucia. Her emotional vulnerability is palpable and raw in everything she pens.


Tonight I asked her the obvious question “So when are you going to write YOUR book?” She smiled somewhat demurely and indicated that she wasn’t sure she would. I marveled at the idea that she could decline the opportunity to share her wit and wisdom with the world. I’m not saying that because she is my friend, but because it is as much a universal Truth as is possible. In addition to her column, she writes about musicians that come to our area to perform. In the realm of the ‘grass is always greener’, I told her that I would love to do what she does and she reminded me that I already do.”Think of all the amazing people you’ve interviewed.”. Both of us smiled a bit sheepishly as we acknowledged how we sometimes take for granted how cool it is.


As she was about to leave, I told her I would probably be writing about our encounter and asked if she minded if I say that I attempted to ‘kick her butt’ into writing a book. We both giggled about it and I was struck by the ways we invite people into our lives. She said she never sees anyone she knows here and I told her that I always do. Between the two of us, I’m glad that my tendency won out. I am so glad we serendipitously beckoned each other into our mutual presence on this chilly East Coast night as we were warmed by our kindred spirit/anam cara/soul friend connection.

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