“If this is the end of the world, the best thing to do is love everyone and enjoy every moment. And if this is not the end of the world, the best thing to do is love everyone and enjoy every moment. ~Ram Das

I am in deep appreciation for those who bring me inspiration! One great lady with whom I have been doing online Zoom sessions is Tamalla Mallet. She is an Intuition Empowerment Coach and offers dimensional insights into what is driving each of us and our world at this time. It’s been so transformative for me!

I contacted her two months ago, knowing I was stuck and really needed a helping hand. Receiving the clear information from her and my guides that my Soul’s purpose is unfolding as “Divine Love and Partnership or Union,” I feel more on purpose given the uncertainties in life. Staying true to due North has my compass guiding me toward the shimmering Star of Truth… Be All That I Am More Than Ever!

I more deeply feel my true value as a woman here on earth at this time. I am successfully breaking the ties to my past that have held me back. Taking ownership of my true purpose gives me the ability to not only achieve my dreams, but to hold them in sacred union.

On the subject of creativity, I am inspired to begin making YouTube videos. I have some valuable and juicy subjects I am called to share in this more efficient way as an alternative to the in-person workshops which I’ve been teaching for decades (I do have ONE LAST in person workshop scheduled in September… hopefully, we’ll be in the clear by then!). The world wide web of connection becomes even more important as this crazy virus tries to keep us apart. My iPhone takes me into the arms and hearts of those I love, often in very juicy ways. Stay tuned!

More than ever, the sensual aspect of my nature nourishes me. When everything “out there” is so out of balance, coming inside to what makes me feel alive is essential. My intention is to always move toward more pleasure. I am turning up the volume into the erotic, the imaginary, and the deep, and I love company!

So, my invitation to you is: rather than focus on the fear, focus on Fun, Fabulous, and Feeling Good.

You are the only one who can control or guide where your mind is taking you. I have always found that pleasure and fun are the best antidotes to worry and fear.

Up-level your ability to shift and master your thoughts and emotions through tuning into and turning toward your own body. Maybe pleasure means brushing your hair in the opposite direction from normal.

Find ways to play with yourself as if your face is the canvas and you are the fine artist who creates magic through color and shadow… then remove what you have applied just enough to leave the most natural impression in the mirror, through your eyes, the windows to your soul. This suggestion hints at the opportunity to know more of yourself.

I also love having more time to read email newsletters, text messages, and listen to audible books, as well as an hour a day of stretching and moving my body into where it thanks me for noticing.

Here’s my current mantra, and you’re welcome to borrow it: All is Well … Everything Always Works Out for Me.  Repeat often, and remember to breathe!

I miss you and I love you Big and Bigger each day,

xo Caroline

Many wonderful Blessings of the New Year!

This is my first love letter to you this year, and do I ever have NEWS!!!

The feminine in me is turning up the volume, and I invite you to join me! What that really means is that I am doing what truly makes me happy! It means spending more and more of my precious time fulfilling my deepest longings … or perhaps better put … fulfilling my highest calling!

It’s looking something like this: I devoted the entire month of January to loving my body from the inside out. Cleansing on whole foods, dropping the daily habit of wine around dinner-time, nibbling on dark chocolate because it’s over 80% and therefore good for me. I’m following the Whole30 regime of eating, devoted to prioritizing my health. The cravings were intense until I broke through, about Day 10.

On Day 11, a miracle arrived in my inbox. An inquiry to work with someone who asked “Would you consider working with me, even though you don’t normally work with men?” Since he is five thousand miles away, we can only work on Zoom or iMessage. It’s a deep dive to receive the authentic transparency of a truly fine man… then again, my life and my work have thoroughly convinced me of the inherent beauty of the masculine.

Since the core of my “work” is love, loving, and being loved, I have hit the jackpot! Could it have anything to do with living next door to a Casino! Dear Lord, all this because I gave up wine and embraced dark chocolate? And that, my darling, is just some of my Big News!

 My next client is coming for an Immersion here in Panama City in early February from winter in Canada … a woman who sounds like so many of the women who contact me … a woman whose body is changing along with her libido … a woman who is ready to give primary attention to understanding and accepting herself as she is now, rather than trying to hold on for dear life to her youth. And so I will do what I do best … I will simply love her within the container of Nurturing, Awakening, and Healing into the youth that is always within.

As I pulled on a cute pair of new pink shorts this morning, I noticed a tag softly sewn inside. Here is what was delicately printed on the silken tag:

Run from what’s comfortable

              Forget safety ~ Live where you fear to live

              Destroy your reputation. Be notorious

              I have tried prudent planning long enough

              From now on, I’ll be mad.  Rumi

 There is more … so much more. But I promise not to take up too much of your time. Thank you for being here and thank you for opening up to my exaltation, for I truly want everything wonderful for you.

Now is the perfect time to register for my final live weeklong retreat for Women in The Netherlands, September 19-26. There’s a nice early-bird discount and zero-interest payment plans. Let’s do this together!

I love you madly, passionately and sincerely,

xo Caroline

With my final live event, the September 2020 retreat in The Netherlands, now beginning to fill, I am focusing some of my festive Holiday energy on calling YOU in for this celebration! Especially while there is still a juicy early-bird discount and fabulous bonuses for registering… aren’t we always looking for a great deal this time of year?

My future is looking clearer than ever, while leaving lots of room for surprises. In order to simplify my life with less travel, I am choosing to remain happily in Panama City, Panama … doing only Private Immersions, online Skype teaching, and Discovery Calls with people inquiring about Tantra. My Nurturing, Awakening, and Healing sessions are a source of deep joy for me.

Whew… that sounds like enough for semi-retirement! I am able now to free Amrita Grace into her radiance and empowerment running, teaching, and managing the Sacred Feminine Mystery School®, a full-time job that she loves and adores. I have had the privilege of watching her grow into the force she now is while she made my public life function smoothly as my business manager and virtual assistant for many years. Her wings are spread far and wide, while mine need to hug my body more closely. Every eagle comes to nest and rest when her wings become laden with too many migrations.

As you look toward the holidays and gifting, please remember to see how you can best Gift Yourself also … with time just for you. I am seeing the retreat in The Netherlands as my excuse to play in a great European city, Amsterdam, for a week after the retreat; sipping cappuccinos by the Canals and visiting some of the great museums of Europe while giving myself time to see the world from my eyes only.

This gathering of the Feminine in The Netherlands is exactly what is needed to evolve collective sexual consciousness during this powerful time of evolution and transition. We are consciously collaborating with the new Sacred Feminine energies that are streaming onto the planet right now.

I’ll be joined by a lineup of amazing teachers… Amrita Grace, Martine Florus, Rachel Fiske, and Lauren Jubelirer. I WILL ALSO BE OFFERING A LIMITED NUMBER OF PRIVATE SESSIONS AT THIS RETREAT!

In loving embrace, Caroline

PS Be sure to visit the gorgeous webpage for my final live event with $150 in luscious bonuses and a $400 off early-bird discount!

Goddesses of the Celestial Gallery is a wonderful book that has been with me for at least two decades. This stunning art book creates a strong presence in any space I ordain as my Treatment Room, Yoga Space, or Meditation Space. As I open the very large cover, page after page of stunning Buddhist and Hindu art is revealed, all painted and produced by Romio Shrestha. The Preface is by Carline Myss, the Foreword by Deepak Chopra, and the Afterword by Andrew Harvey… impressive teachers one and all.

Within these pages of paintings that come so alive, I feel like I’m walking through a rare Gallery of Hindu Art compiled throughout history. The narrative teaches the value of gazing at these magnificent paintings as a way to embody the Divine Feminine within. No doubt you have found your own inspirational art that reminds you of the divinity of your sacred soul.

I love the Preface by Caroline Myss! It was this paragraph in particular that compelled me to serve Her through serving the women I work with and have taught now for over thirty-five years. In teaching and doing healing work, I have been blessed to deeply embody the path of feminine wholeness.

Preface by Caroline Myss

“The era of the Divine Feminine has returned. This is not just a statement to be appreciated for its symbolic significance; the emergence of the feminine tells us that an ascension in consciousness is in progress within the collective soul of humanity, penetrating every endeavor on Earth. We can feel the presence of the feminine awakening in every facet of life, from eruptions in nature to the vast social changes sweeping across the global community. The Divine Feminine does not enter into our lives softly or silently. She intends to make her presence known as she focuses her love, her fury, her passion, her beauty, her creativity and her sexuality to ignite yet another cycle of human evolution. The Divine Feminine has always been a presence in the human experience, to be sure, but she has kept to the background until her cycle of evolution returned. That time is now.”

We are extremely fortunate to have so many choices at this time in herstory. With the internet at our fingertips, we can literally view the greatest Art or Music or Literature by pressing Enter!

The Sacred Feminine Mystery School® workshops and events I offer alongside Amrita Grace are in-person, in-the-flesh opportunities to Enter with grace, intention, presence, and activation. Amrita recently returned from Glastonbury and the Provence region of France, where she immersed herself in the sacred sites of Mary Magdalene. Through experiences like these, we continue to refine and elevate our unique and precious offering of Sacred Sexual Awakening & Healing® for women.

It’s Time to RISE

This time is right now for the sacred feminine to rise through each of us, whatever our gender, when we choose to embrace the energies that are emerging to support our individual divinely feminine embodiment. Regardless of whether you believe in Mary Magdalene as an historical figure, perhaps you carry a sense of simply knowing beyond believing that the Sacred Feminine in all her many forms and faces is real and is ready to emerge as the force of Love we so need on the planet right now.

This is the PERFECT time to register for our next Sacred Sexual Awakening & Healing® Retreat for Women in The Netherlands and have a FULL YEAR to finance it. There’s a super early-bird discount on right now and we offer zero-interest payment plans to suit your budget.

I have and have had many Marys in my life, including my mother. Each time I hear this sacred name that emanates the holiest of holies, I feel the radiance of Shakti and Shekinah that is breathed through the syllables.

What are your thoughts, your visions, your hopes, and your dreams about the emergence of the sacred feminine on the planet right now?

I can’t wait to read them!

Much love, Caroline

The Panama night is balmy and seductive as I slip my two tickets to Copillia into my evening bag, noting that I rarely dress up for an evening out. A production of this classical Ballet was suggested by a young Russian woman in the gym who I am getting to know. She assured me that the National Ballet of Panama was excellent! With that in mind, I invited my dear Italian Ayurvedic massage therapist, his wife and two little girls to accompany us.

A Night at the Ballet … memories of Lincoln Center … a thousand nights at the ballet in New York City during my twenties. Why is Ballet such a passion for me, given that I have great compassion for the payout dancers must make to train their bodies at this level? But as the curtain goes up, the troupe of young men and women dance before my eyes in costumes that glitter with enchantment, creating a spell to the early music of Leo Delibes, Tchaikovsky, and many others. The sheer grace of the dancing stars is familiar this night as the curtain raises like a full moon erupting from the ocean.

To my delight and surprise, the two- and four-year-old daughters of my friends became the focus of my attention along with the dancers on the stage. The two-year-old had been preparing for this night with mommy and daddy by watching YouTube productions of Swan Lake with her big sister. She was dressed in sheer pink, so that her movements, as she mimicked the ballerinas in the space between the first row and the stage, were spell-binding. Tears poured from my eyes as I took in both the little one and the highly trained dancers on the stage.

I felt her pure oneness with the performance. She was the Star of her own stage! Light poured from her eyes and she never missed a moment of the evening though way past her bedtime. Her Papa smiled his love upon her as he protected his little ballerina… her occasional rushes into his arms for reassurance were so human, precious, and vulnerable.

Wouldn’t we all like to have our Papa’s arms to rush into for reassurance? Wouldn’t we all like to be wearing our long gauzy gown or pink tutu to a night out with parents who adored us? Wouldn’t we all love to be mesmerized by the lights, the smell of the greasepaint, the roar of the crowd? Wouldn’t we all like to have felt so loved?

It’s never too late … never too late… never too late, I say.

I always adore your comments!

Let’s Dance, xoxo Carolina

Yes, that’s me in the photo … rushing through the elegant and brightly lit three-story Multiplaza Mall in Panama City with one thing on my mind … where the heck is that little dance shop where I can buy tickets to Capellia, the Ballet that is coming to town?

Quite suddenly, a bright-eyed stranger pops up in my face, “Can I take a picture of that blouse? It would look fantastic on my mother!” “Okay,” I smile, having a moment of compassion for anyone’s mother.

I ask my question in my best broken Spanish for where is that little dance shop, and the next thing I know he is offering his arm for support, and being the gentleman he is, takes my rolling shopping cart from my hand … all in perfect English!

We walk … he talks … huge orbs of dark piercing eyes with just as big a smile in a boy-size frame, rattling the question off to everyone we pass in rapid Espanol, promising to help me find those ballet tickets, and repeatedly stating how much I remind him of his Russian mother.

Photos of his mom dance off of his cell phone as I am in one moment wary of his intense presence, and the next moment trusting that an angel has come to help me find my way. I begin to relax once we have walked for twenty minutes or so and voila! there hiding behind the Olive Garden Restaurant is my little dance shop.

This story has a poignant point. The point is a female one, so please hang in there as you rush through yet another online article with no time to finish it.

Once back at his shop, which is on my way to the supermarket, he steers me into the treatment room in back with the question, “How would you like to look twenty years younger in the next twenty minutes?” All crooked teeth shining through a huge smile and eyes dancing with light, I weakly resist , “Well, only for twenty minutes! Really I must get going … you’ve been great, Gabriel, but my husband will be wondering, etc…”

ONE HOUR LATER, no make-up on at all, I exit the back room – glowing – looking more than 20 years younger. For months I have been asking… “Please Goddess, show me how to take care of my face. I need masks, cleanser, serums, even a new good make-up, but no idea where to start.”

My search is over. Pure and angelic to a tee, my Angel Gabriel, the Israeli/Russian cosmetologist owner of the shop and guide to the ballet tickets, taught me more in that hour in the treatment room than I have ever known from a lifetime of facials and a vast number of products. I also spent a small fortune for my bag full of the Queen’s creams all nestled in elegant boxes and divine tissue! Far more than the products themselves… horribly high-priced, is the new routine of love I now have for my ever-so-familiar image in the mirror.

I really have my Glow On… Plus! Monthly facials in the little back room! No more botox! I’m letting my blond hair grow out to authentic grey, encouraged by others who lead the way. I invite you into the phenomenon of “natural aging”!

*TIP from the Angel Gabriel: “Always ice your face before putting your makeup on. The cold will close your pores.”

By the way, I was actually surprised to see several men in that shop, buying products for their faces while pretty young women showed them how to use them.

“Beauty is as Beauty does”, my Mama always said.

Glowingly, Caroline

Just when I think there is no one there, I am catapulted into a dance, or perhaps it is a trance…  of kindness, connection, and quietude.

A text message, an email, or in my case a WhatsApp Chat, arrives on a chime… and a smile lights up my face. There is proof that I am not forgotten. I was just a bit lost for the last hour or so.

Or…  I forgot to become still… to go within… to clutch my phone so I can listen to an Audible book that brings me home to myself because the author’s voice reading her book touches my soul so deeply.

So much to do is an old habit of mine, yet I have entered into this phase of my life in order to learn to slow down.

My practice is to stop doing

Do you? Have a practice like this?

I stretch my computer-aching body and remember to squeeze my PC muscles. I lay down on the floor or the bed in a sincere attempt to feel better. “Take five,” I hear within. “This tension you are feeling really has nothing to do with you.” Perhaps this is true.

I read deep and moving email newsletters, often from women I know… the kind we, and they, call “Blogs,” but I want a better name for them… outpourings or becomings or meanderings… those all work for my sensitivity more than blogs! And I am touched, often beyond words, by these outpourings … as they invite intimacy. They invite me to see, feel, hear, know, what another is feeling, seeing, hearing, knowing. That makes my day; or my night, as my nocturnal meanderings find me once again looking into my screen for connection and creativity.

I received a text message from a woman my massage healer therapist told about me. She now comes to my apartment for  sessions where we instantly hold hands and dive deep into truths we are seeking or knowing as tears well up in a recognition of one another.  Women have a genuine hunger for connection. We cannot fake that we don’t. In those moments the soul drinks deeply of this medicine. The sacred comes at unexpected moments in unexpected ways.

Have you noticed that?

Women, like me, have a variety of activities to turn to when the computer jams or the planned moments are delayed or simply when I have had enough of “getting things done.” One of my distractions is to go to my closet, pull out a few things that I have loved but continue to ignore and lay my creative Shakti on them to discover… can they work or should I give them away?

Sadly, they worked 5-to-10 pounds ago but miracles happen, don’t they? I don’t need to go shopping! Thank Goddess for distraction as well as a positive attitude. I have learned to keep the things that are unique and discard the mundane.  Every closet clean-out in my life could join with the grocery lists I have written as proof that I am alive and living a fruitful life.

I confess to being continually fascinated by the ability of women to connect… to connect as though they had been told at birth that their moment would come and they would fall into one another like a fish taking to water.

“I feel like I have known you forever,” we say. “Here is my grandmother’s gold and ruby wedding ring… why don’t you wear it for awhile?”

That actually happened to me some years ago when a long lost sister and I knew we had found one another again. She slipped that ring upon my finger, and in some obscure way, we were married for a time. No, this was not a sexual or gay relationship, but a recurrence and a remembrance of an ancient friendship. I eventually gave back her family heirloom simply because it was time. It was a similar moment a year or so ago when I gave my gold and diamond wedding band that I had worn in sacred marriage with myself to a dear woman friend. I loved her enough to seal our bond in this way. I never regretted that moment. “Keep it.” I whispered, “It’s yours!” My bond with myself was that strong. I didn’t need to wear that ring anymore.

Speaking of Grandmothers … one of my favorite fables is the story of my sister-lover-girlfriend who got to sleep naked with her grandmother when she was five! To this day at nearly sixty, she remembers those times with misty eyes. I listen with my own misty eyes, wishing my grandmother hadn’t been so… Victorian… but she was. 

What followed that was my memory of sleeping naked with my grandFATHER when I was five.  Mainly what I remember in the little twin bed with my large grandfather was the sounds of the crickets through the open window all night long. Sweet… nothing threatening… just very sweet.

What a blessing that we were not ALL molested by an uncle or a grandpa! There is so much talk of all that on Medium and everywhere…  I am, quite honestly, amazed that these stories of hidden violations are ready to come out of the closets of millions of women, not unlike the clothes that no longer fit.

BE the Love that you are, Caroline

As promised, here are my honest insights since receiving 49 million Mesenchymal Stem Cells intravenously administered here in Panama City last year (December, 2018) at the renowned Stem Cell Institute.

Nine million of the stem cells were injected directly into my left knee, where the diagnosis of bone-on-bone osteoarthritis was given to me two years ago while still living in Nevada. “See you in a year or so for your knee replacement, Caroline,” said the doctor, smiling.

I was not smiling – I knew I would hate knee surgery – the risks as well as the weeks or months of healing. My body has communicated with me quite clearly… “Do not invade me!” Not everyone gets this message from their body, and I don’t expect you to do as I do.

Listen carefully, however, to what your body asks of you.

Would I buy more stem cells if I had disposable income right now? Yes! In a heart beat. Did the stem cells I had in December “work”? Now that is the million-dollar question, and yet I would answer, “Yes! They are working.”

Is this because I have no more problems or simply because I believe in them?

In short, I have not taken pain relief (NSAIDS) daily in six to eight weeks. I am taking, if I remember, a half dose of the asthma inhaler I was told I would need twice a day “for the rest of my life.”

Ohhhh … and my psoriasis on my scalp is 95% gone! After reading on the web that it is a condition that cannot be healed.

Did the stem cells work?  Hmmmm…

Another BIG realization is how valuable it is to walk with grace through the process of integrating loss of energy, vitality, and function. I feel that my health problems are minor and for this I am beyond grateful. So what if hiking the Sierras is a great memory as is swimming a mile in the waters off Maui. So what if I can’t leap into standing from a cross-legged seat on the floor and demonstrate those beloved Yoga poses I have been doing for 45 years.

I CAN walk and I can see and I can hear and I can feel the depths of love within my heart. I can give a damn good sacred spot session and I can swim laps in the morning sun by the Bay in Panama in the infinity pool that is shared with the JW Marriott. I CAN… I CAN!

I CAN!!

The power of the spoken word and the power of my mind are within my grasp. Those are the poses I work with every day as I remind myself of all that I still am.

Fortunately for me, I live with a man who researches and writes constantly about the new medical finds that are gaining momentum in the anti-aging field. Heck, of course we will age, but does it have to be as detrimental as we have watched with our parents? Does cancer, Alzheimer’s, diabetes, etc., have to take center stage in our lives?

What if, I constantly ask myself, becoming a vibrant Thought Leader in the world of Feminine Leadership is the reward of choosing to be as healthy as I can be?

I ask you to consider even more deeply… are you at the pinnacle of your life’s dream, or are you settling?

*Do you know that your sexual energy is your most potent untapped resource? Learn more here.

In devotion, Caroline

Eros, Love, & Desire

“Despite all of our best efforts, Eros will not be silenced. Eros is still here whether it shows up in secret shameful desires or secret shameful eating… in rebellious acts of sexual delight or lonely acts of sexual desperation. The erotic is in our buildings and bridges, our high art and low porn. It is what the body wants and what we refuse to give it… It is the desire swept so far under the rug that we can’t even name it anymore, yet it is still here. The erotic is waiting, curious and hungry, growing impatient for our acceptance. Ready to leap out at unexpected and inopportune moments. The domestication of our primate souls cannot stamp it out, nor the threat of stoning nor shame nor even the threat of death. Even when Eros appears to have surrendered beneath a sea of calm, measured reason and propriety it is there… diverted into the car purchase, the affair, the internet shopping spree, the constant surfing and yearning to fill the empty spaces in our souls.”
— Anonymous

Dear One,

There is so much we know and so much we don’t know about love, desire, passion, lust, the sacred, twin flames, soul mates… and the list goes on. What we know is what we feel in the moments when Cupid’s arrow lands willingly in our heart or any other part of our complex terrain. There is no mistake when we feel the penetration of that which we often call LOVE!

It spins our minds into a swirl of possibilities… it gives us hope! It ignites the weary soul, the flaccid libido, the lifeless and repetitive days. For centuries poets have written of this mystery so we could turn to their words for support and understanding. See! I’m not the only one who has ever lost her balance over compelling desire!

I personally prefer living in a state of “in-love-ness” whether it be over a person or over me! Of all the choices I could make (worry, fear, concern, etc.) I continue to shape and mold this self-serving choice into something palatable, tasty, and life-affirming.

I reflect upon the sensational times in my life when the unmistakable lure of lusty love drove my attention towards that which made my skin itch with desire. At times it was in the form of a white sandy beach met by blue sea water into which I could immerse my body and soul. Other rushes of love came in the form of men or women, cats or dogs, babies or children, which compelled me to focus all of my longings and aliveness upon them… only to be met or ignored, never knowing if they would take a second look at my interest in them.

There is an unwavering hope that I will be met… met by a best friend, met by a lover, met by an invitation to experience life in a certain way that I didn’t even know I wanted or yearned for. The longing rises to the surface at unusual times, often at night when I can’t sleep… when the veil between the worlds is most thin and I know this other presence is waiting on the other side of the veil, a mere breath away. I know of soul mates and twin flames and at times have been certain I was looking into the eyes of that other soul at the same moment as they looked into mine.

But was it true love, the kind that changes the landscape of a Life well lived yet that has been vacant in this particular area of fulfillment?  I wish I knew…. I wish I knew….

Do you? Please share!

Xoxo Carolina

Stem Cell treatment is the subject of this Blog…

In particular mesenchymal stem cells ( MSC) which work in four main ways:

  • Controls Inflammation
  • Modulates the Immune System
  • Stimulates Regeneration
  • Reduces Scarring

I recently had 3 days of MSC injected IV into my bloodstream and my left knee. I am writing to you now in a lovely state of altered consciousness, though clear as a bell. I’m high on cellular energy!

These particular stem cells are available in the country of Panama, approved by the Panamanian government,  their version of the FDA.  To put it simply, MSC are harvested from the inner lining of umbilical cords from healthy babies. They are often referred to as “Golden” cells.

Imagine, if you will, that the energy and health of a newborn can be transplanted into adults of any age with any sort of condition … from children with serious Autism to aging adults with inflammatory diseases.  Medical maverick Dr. Neil Riordan has isolated these cells in his many years of research. His father before him, also termed a medical maverick, still has the Riordan Clinic in Wichita, Kansas, a clinic devoted to treating cancer with high infusions of Vitamin C along with Functional Medicine.

As I gracefully age into my mid-seventies, I am plagued by inflammation in my knees, causing my once very agile body to lumber about like an old person, at times. I especially notice this when going up or down stairs, doing yoga postures I have always been very flexible with, and walking longer distances.  As a practitioner of yoga now for 45 years, I have always been able to sit in a cross-legged seat on the floor and then simply come into standing from the floor.  Those days ended 5 or 6 years ago, and it devastated me to need to turn onto all fours and push myself up with my hands. My “aging years”… I came to accept, “begrudgingly.”

Perhaps you can relate? In future blogs, I will attempt to capture the changes I hope to notice after the infusion of these stem cells. I have heard resounding success stories from people who have traveled to Panama City for this procedure and many of them more than once. Now I will have my own story to share with you, rather than a hit or miss story about surgical knee replacement.

I recommend Dr. Riordan’s book, Stem Cells, A Rising Tide. The book explained, often with more science than I could comprehend, how the cells are grown and his journey in discovering how they work to bring about a rejuvenation of health.

What I love hearing is how people not only admire Neil Riordan, PhD, but love his Midwestern accessibility. The Clinic here in Panama has been open for ten-plus years, from the early days treating 5 to 6 patients a week, and now 40-50 patients fly into Panama City for their treatment over 4 days which includes lodging at the beautiful Hilton next door to the Clinic overlooking Panama Bay.

My only difficult days were the first and second as the cells injected into my left knee caused swelling and tenderness for 24-48 hours. Since then I am walking normally. The cells dripped into my bloodstream via IV left a lasting impression on my body. After the last treatment, I shivered and shook for 30 minutes or so as though I was freezing cold. It helped to be hugged by my warm man as we rode down the elevator and left the building. The tremors and cold feeling subsided within 30-45 minutes. The cells are full of light energy and that is the “altered” state I refer to.

My friend, we are together on the cusp of a changing world. I compare this to my fear about knee surgery or replacement, knowing how invasive surgery is on the body. I know my body does not want to endure another type of surgery. I have grown too sensitive for the drugs needed to endure the pain from surgical procedures.  You either know it’s for you, or you know it isn’t. I trust in that “knowing” (also called gnosis).

This treatment should last at least a year. Not everyone needs a repeat visit to the Clinic. Everyone’s body repairs differently. That being said, I am not recommending the Stem Cell procedures because I have not had enough time to share the results with you. I do, however, expect to feel much better with less need to rely on conventional means or meds. This falls under the heading of New Medicine, and it has been undergoing clinical trials for many years. There are no negative reactions, and only rarely does “nothing” happen.

You might wonder how this relates to the Divine Feminine or sacred sexuality. Well…. If you are feeling good then every part of you gets a blast of that gooood feeling!

Nothing raises or lowers libido faster than a headache, low energy, or feeling disconnected from yourself or another. As I write I am feeling that tingling and buzzing of new life cells coursing across my pelvic bone and under my left shoulder blade! Our bodies are always signaling if we pay attention.

What the heck… I thought you should know!

And, you are the first to know of my recent experience! I have been anticipating this for many months. Care to contact me when you come to Panama City for your Cells and for that Private Immersion you have been thinking about for years?

Onward… in the hope we have moments of traveling together!

Caroline