Don’t Squint – Jone Victoria – September 16th 2009

This past couple of days my granddaughter has been under the weather. She’s been snuggled up on the couch with her DVD player and a blanket.

Observing her squinting, in an effort to shut the streaming sunbeam out of her eyes from the skylight, it brought me back to my own childhood memories of being sprawled out on a blanket on Old South Cape Beach decades long past.

The sun was a hypnotic orb, I was constantly being told not to look at. Don’t look at the sun you’ll go blind!, screamed my parents. I looked anyway, I was that kind of a kid.

Looking at the sun had incredible advantages. I would start by making my eyes tiny slits, and then gradually, ever so slowly, work up to a full direct megaton millisecond confrontation. For twenty minutes I would look around the beach and see black orbs everywhere. You see I was a scientist in the making. Personal experimentation, logging my results. I was going to be the first person on the planet who could make direct eye contact with the sun and keep my sight.

That huge ball of yellow-white power just hanging above my head, taunting me “to look”; to take in its energy from 93,000,000 miles away. As the heat and light reached my insignificant cellular being, I challenged it to infuse me with strength and inner light.

When I bored of the black orbs, and knowing logically that I could not make a steady diet of burning my retinas, I would lie down on the hot sand and squeeze my eyes as tight as I could.

LSD I scoff at you. I could make any color appear just by loosening my clamped shut-tight eyes. I could see all the colors behind my eyelids, and with every color revealed a variety of geometric shapes outlined in white. It was glorious this gift of producing my own light show in my head. There I was, starting out with darkness, and by simply doing eye crunches, not unlike an exercise for the abdomen, a full out artistic process, sans paintbrush, was created for my entertainment.

Looking at my granddaughter I wondered if I could still trick the light fantastic. Standing face forward, until the sunbeam caressed my face, I began to tightly squeeze my eyes, loosen them, and re-crunch my lids. There it all was. Prismatic colors, and enhanced images danced and played inside of my mind.

The light is without and within and darkness was nowhere to be found for the moment.

Just thinking about the recent Solar Eclipse, I came upon this post by Jone Victoria.

Even as a child, Jone was a unique individual — going her own way! I can remember her telling me about Kirlian energy — which one could “see” during the daylight — if one concentrated on tuning in to the energy that always surrounds us. We would lie out on chaise lounges and observe the swirling and multi-colored waves of sparkling energy that is indeed visible to one and all. The Kirlian effect was mostly used in photographic images of the human aura — i.e., we all have our energy body that can be seen when one is adept at the process. I’m not sure how effective this process was in actually being able to photograph this  energy, but it was popular for quite some time. Nevertheless, when we so choose we can observe much of our world, that is not immediately noticed by our everyday consciousness. I, of course, would NOT recommend that anyone look directly into the Sun – that is a definite don’t! However, we can train ourselves to see the auras of others — in its many dimensions. We all have our energy body that produces our energy aura, our health aura, and our emotional aura. Yes, when someone is very angry — you can see red surrounding them! So seeing RED is not just an old wives tale. Also, people in love have a rosy glow, and an expectant Mom will be surrounded by pink (not just for girls). There are so many ways to expand our observation of the world, why would we not?




Be A Brilliant Light — Jone Victoria — June 14, 2009

What sets you apart?

Making a positive difference, in another’s life, is not hard.

Some guidance on how to begin:

Show restraint in saying the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

Be mindful when you drive, read, eat, talk, even when you listen. Give full attention to your actions of the moment.

Remember what your childhood was like when raising your children. Words are powerful and can create emotional fissures of low self-esteem or motivate greatness in all deeds.

Be seen with someone in public when everyone else has turned against them. Do not kick someone when they are down; one day you may be on the bottom looking up.

Surprise a friend in turmoil by not asking them what you can do — just do it. Doing the dishes, laundry, making a grocery run, picking up a prescription, washing a person’s hair can be invaluable gifts.

Help a friend who is overwhelmed with unemployment: take them to lunch, balance their checkbook, call the credit card people for them and reduce their interest rates, sit with them while they open their bills; anonymously pay for a home fuel delivery.

Donate food to the food pantry, clothes to the shelters, and time to the elderly who have no visitors in senior care centers.

When seeing a homeless person make eye-contact with them.

Imagine the word Tolerance tattooed on your chest.

You get the idea. The list is endless on how you can impact someone’s life.

This life is to be shared, not only with the four-legged, six and eight-legged, and winged ones that co-habit this Earth with us — with the two legged as well.

Spirituality is hard work, it takes effort. When you pass from this third dimensional reality you have your “light”, your essence, to be seen and welcomed by those we have loved and who are waiting to be with you again.

Each person has this incredible capacity to truly love and give forth of themselves to improve the quality of someone’s life.

Make your energy brilliant while you are in the present moment.

Karma is about action, not dormancy.

Jone’s blog was called “Reclaim Your Light” — and this post seems to be a part of her ongoing journey to bring this message to one and all. Jone believed that we are all born with that inner “Light” within our spirit — and that it is up to us to acknowledge this inner force, and to use it for good. How many of us are so involved with our phones or other technical devices that we are not paying attention! We seem to be living on the fringe of what is true and real. Let’s all try to be mindful and be aware of  each precious moment.

She cared for those she met who had lost their light, those who had wandered off their karmic pathway, and one of her most ardent desires was to help these individuals to be able to once again begin to get in touch with their spirituality. Jone believed that our “Light” transcended death, and our consciousness lived on without the baggage and pain of our earthly body. Much of her life was devoted to helping heal those who had lost their way or couldn’t seem to heal themselves either spiritually or physically. Her karma was a difficult choice — helping to heal is draining, especially when there is not only spiritual depletion, but physical as well. Jone had a hands-on approach that helped many — but also took a toll on her own physical being.

Jone tried to share her innermost truths with all of us — in straightforward and simple language, she put forth her ideas, visions, philosophy, learned principles, hard-won facts, and always with a compassionate love of humanity. It would serve us all well to try to live by her example and show empathy for all our brethren.


Nature a Perfect Roommate — December 19, 2008 — Jone Victoria

When I lived in an apartment, there were times that I yearned for the Nature Spirits I enjoyed as a kid. I was so fortunate to have spent countless hours as a kid playing in acres of woods across from my home. Sure, there were challenges bringing some element of the outdoors into my cramped little dwelling, but even within the smallest spaces there are solutions to be found.

Feeling Walled In?

If you lease your space, ask your landlord if you can paint the walls. When I lived in New Jersey, my apartment had stark white walls, but I was allowed to paint them, as long as I returned them to the original color upon my leaving. A visit to the craft store for ivy stencils and acrylic paints was the quick fix I needed. I then stippled my way to garden heaven covering the bathroom walls with leaves, tendrils and flowers.

Soaking in a warm, herb scented bath transported me to a place that looked like a magical garden. I placed small potted flowers on every flat surface and larger leafy greens on the floor. At the end of a stressful day the idea of spending a solid hour in the bath with my books and watching the zillion tea lights flicker and throw shadows against the walls of ivy was tranquil bliss.

Windows of Your Mind

If you don’t have the liberty to paint, there are plenty of creative ideas to choose from. When you look out your windows, what do you see? If your vista lacks an expanse of nature or is less than desirable, I found a place today on the internet that may solve this problem for you.  Can you imagine having cathedral stained-glass windows?

Other Suggestions

Buy a bamboo room divider that you can paint or stencil. Use it to create a corner of Sacred Space.

Not using a small utility closet? Take the door off its hinges and create an altar space of all things meaningful to you. Hang up a photograph of nature on the back wall to use as a focal point. Add a zazen bench or zafu for meditation; throw in some plants and incense.Voila! You have your own altar space.

Place a large bowl of beach shells, sea glass, or rocks you’ve collected in your Sacred Space.

Display wonderful things you’ve found, i.e., rattlesnake skins, feathers, unusual tree branches.

Buy a Bonsai plant.

Put up any photographs of nature: corn stalks, seascapes, Mt. Everest, clouds, bushels of apples.

Purchase Sounds of Nature CD’s i.e., tropical rain forest, ocean sounds, thunderstorms. Or play indigenous chanting/songs of power.

String up some Buddhist prayer flags.

Add a Medicine Shield.

Even in a studio apartment there is space for Mother Nature as a roommate.


Happy Birthday dear Jone — May 27th — never forgotten — always loved.

As you read this post, you can feel Jone’s need to commune with Nature — we often talked about the Earth and our capacity to be healed with the power of simply breathing in the myriad essences of Mother Nature. Jone actually had a stele (a large upright stone) placed in her front yard, providing a meditation focus and its own earthy vibration. We both were able to feel the ancient energy of those huge stones deep within the ground (the Earth-keepers) — and every time we passed a construction sight that was dismantling these behemoths we were saddened as they were slowly crushed and their primordial spirit was lost and scattered to the four winds.

Jone’s homes always had some area where Nature held sway — a shelf with plants, a nook with stones and shells, Native American Dream-catchers and drums, a photograph of a sunflower or as she mentions — corn stalks. I am privileged to have a huge framed photograph of a sunflower taken by her friend — and also the corn stalks — a smaller photo that seems to hold within it a sprite or djinn — one of the Nature Spirits she so loved. Actually, Jone was able to make wherever she lived her own space. Her vivacious personality and elan overtook any mundane or ordinary area with an inner light and spiritual wisdom. Jone loved the ocean, the woods, any bucolic area where she could commune with Nature was where she found solace, strength, and succor.

I can still imagine Jone with me as I see a beautiful tree, an unusual stone, or just observe the new leaves beginning to blossom in the Spring — I can feel her smiling as she shares these magical moment with me.

Nothing Exists Independently — Jone Victoria — May 5th 2009

You are born as a witness to changes of Nature, in turn, Mother-Earth, known by many names will witness your life as well.

All humans are connected to their immediate environment upon birth. The first connection outside the womb is light, followed by sound. As a baby’s sight strengthens they take notice of any movement – trees outside of a window, or they follow the sound of a buzzing insect with their eyes.

What sophistication, in our desire to get older or accumulate riches, do we supplant to eliminate the awe factor of our youth?

Today I thought about how easy it is to be the child again; to re-connect with nature, no matter where you live. If you live in the city is there a park or boulevard that envelops you with a scenery of trees, flowers, or a body of water?

If you live in the desert is there a place of solitude to use for inner stillness as you gaze upon the painted layers of the Earth’s mesas or witness soaring birds?

If your environment is one of snow and ice is there a night sky filled with dark clarity to reveal the heavenly stars? Is there Sun during your day to reflect the hues of a prism in the snow?

If your surroundings are mostly filled with rain, what’s to keep you from sitting in your backyard to realize the infinite shades of green?

All of nature feeds us. We are connected by the air we breathe, the ground we walk upon, and the food that sustains us.

In mindful living, there is a simple way for our Soul to be constantly nurtured. It’s called observation.

Mind chatter is set free when observing nature. Observation slows the mind chatter so new perspectives and insights flow gently, like a cool breeze into our over-heated mind.

If you feel the restlessness of dissatisfaction within your life, allow Nature to heal you with her gifts.

Put out a few pieces of fruit, bread or seeds to coax birds from their hiding places. When they come to eat, be still and just observe.

Relax your mind in watching a spider spin her web, or a butterfly drinking nutrients from a flower.

Place some metal pans outside when it rains and listen to the music of Nature.

Observe any insect in their daily task of foraging.

Sit and observe any flower as it turns its face to follow the Sun.

We are all sharing space, and resources on this planet. Seek true beauty in each day by simple gestures. Co-exist with Nature – she has much to teach her dependent children.

Jone was one with Nature, she appreciated and honored all living things! Actually she felt the spirit of the Earth, Rocks Water, and Weather. She regaled in Nature’s gifts to all of us, the ocean, woods, rocky trails, and especially those areas she called her own — quiet glens, or circles of stone, or the sound of waves crashing upon a rocky coast. She absorbed the majesty and grandeur  wherever she found herself, on a busy city street, on an airplane 30,000 feet above Earth, under an overpass, in a dark occult book store, Jone would find a hint of Nature’s beauty in a sound, smell, feeling or sight that inspired her. She was at her most alive I think, when she was in a natural setting with all of the cacophony of Nature’s rhythms and breathtaking images. She was a keen observer of life, of people, of beauty and even the mundane. Indeed she could find eloquence in a blade of grass, a rock or a simple dandelion.

I think her observation of a child-like awe is so right on! A baby sees everything as a new shiny penny — no matter how unimposing an item, in a child’s eye it can be magical, interesting, amusing, useful, or just fun to play with. There is no modification as to monetary value, day-to-day usefulness, necessity, or beauty — it’s just new and interesting — something to be observed! I also sometimes think how wonderful it is to be able to tap into our own inner-child where everything is new, bright and shiny!





Can’t Sleep? — Jone Victoria — January 31, 2009

I was reading a friend’s blog and she posted that falling asleep was a problem. She’s having nightmares, and her doctor thinks it may be post traumatic stress syndrome from a car accident she was in a few months ago.

It’s miserable when you can’t sleep. You toss. Turn. Look at the clock. Read a book. Shut the light off. Pulling your covers around you, anxiety continues to build with the need to sleep, as the clock advances in hours.

Sleep is essential to our general well-being. Sleeplessness can signal depression, anxiety, difficulty in focusing and memory loss. Studies have shown it can even contribute to retaining weight.

One thing noticeable in self-hypnosis techniques is the simplicity of the command from mind to body. The mind is the most important thing in the body, and the body cannot do anything without the mind.

Anyone suffering from sleep deprivation, due to anxiety, can try this exercise.

First eliminate as much light as possible from your room. Cover LED”s with a cloth or turn them away from your sight. Light, no matter how slight, signals your brain to wake up.

Once in bed, lie in a comfortable position.

Do not change this position or move your body once comfortable.

Relax your breathing, inhaling for a count of 4, exhaling for a count of 8.

Focus your attention on your feet and affirm, “My feet are relaxed. I’m releasing all tension from this area of my body and becoming twice as relaxed as I was before.”

Move your attention to your ankles. “My ankles are relaxed. I’m releasing all tension from this area of my body and becoming twice as relaxed as I was before.”

Move your attention to your calves. “My calves are relaxed. I’m releasing all tension from this area of my body and becoming twice as relaxed as I was before.”

Once you have relaxed a part of your body do not move or readjust your position.

Slowly move this same focus and dialogue up your body to your knees, thighs, hips, waist, chest, arms, neck and head.

I have used this exercise when I’ve had to sleep on planes, in noisy hotel rooms, and with a full party going on in my home. It works.

Pleasant dreams.

It seems I’ve heard so many people saying lately that they are having trouble sleeping nowadays — our jobs have become increasingly complex and/or we are doing the job of 3 people. Folks with little ones have the added responsibility of getting their children to day-care or school on time, and possibly not getting enough sleep when someone has a cold or a tummy-ache. Also — work doesn’t stop when one gets home. There are always chores to be done, sometimes we bring our work home, and most of us want to enjoy some family time, and possibly alone time to just veg out.

There is also the stress of commuting to work — in traffic jams — in intemperate weather — and with all those drivers who insist on cutting in, drive too fast, and tailgate! Every day we are overwhelmed by details, schedules, and minutiae that bombards us with a seemingly never-ending cacophony of noise and clatter. Is it any wonder that most of us don’t get enough sleep. As Jone points out — sleeping is our “reboot” for the next day’s work, worries, and tribulations. If we are shortchanged by not getting enough sleep, our minds are not equipped to handle those decisions needed to cope with our everyday tasks, or the speedy responses we may need in a crisis. We are not fully charged for the challenges of our day-to-day lives.

I’d like to think that this exercise will help everyone that needs it — indeed — it might be just the solution some of you are looking for. There’s nothing to lose by giving it a try — and as my Mother used to say when tucking my brother and I into our beds — “Sleep tight”!


Free Your Mind — Jone Victoria — December 24th 2008

On the eve of Christmas, the only gift worth giving from me to you is one of perspective. Most of you know that great line in the song by En Vogue — Free Your Mind.

Free your mind and the rest will follow.

The New Year is approaching. Consider reprogramming your inner dialogue.

Instead of: “Things never go right for me.” Think: “I am in alignment with the Universal Plan.”

Instead of: “I can’t.” Think: “I deserve to have all the riches that a good life offers. I ask that the Universe shows me what to do to change my current situation.” (Then pay attention to your dreams or sudden thoughts that come into your consciousness.)

Instead of: “I’m sick and can’t go out: be with friends: no one knows what it’s like.” Think: “I take responsibility for my actions and accept that my behavior and thoughts have manifested some part of this illness. I will face my fears and anger and accept that I cannot cure my dis-ease alone.” (Then seek qualified help from a therapist, homeopathic doctor, religious leader, sponsor, etc.)

If you can think and visualize the life you want you must move towards the goals you seek. To begin moving forward eradicate negative thoughts, people and circumstances from your life. It’s difficult. It’s challenging. But what are the alternatives?

Life is about choices. What choices are you making?

We have all been at a low point more than once in our lives. It’s how fast you pick yourself up and dust yourself off that matters.

Negative thoughts can be addictive. Don’t feed it 24/7.

We are here.

On this planet.

At this time.

To help each other.






Jone had such insight and empathy for all of mankind — she suffered to see the “dis-ease” we all seem to carry with us. Her posts were always meant to help us move on from our own limitations, our inability to move forward because of our inner voices. Sometimes we are our own worse critics — never good enough! She understood how our own thoughts could become a whirlwind of negativity and become our mantra for failure. She wanted us to “Reclaim Our Light!”

I remember her bubbling personality, but also her angst as she tried to help those who were in distress because of illness or other negative influences that they could not seem to control. She herself would encounter her own battle with a devastating disease and although she fought the good fight — she would lose that battle two years later on Christmas Day. Her loss is still painful and seemingly senseless to those of us who loved her.

I know she lives on in the hearts and minds of everyone who knew her and was uplifted by her sparkling over-the-top persona. She was a force to be reckoned with while alive, and in death is a constant reminder of how wonderful life is — to be lived to the full. Jone did not complain about her lot in life, she lived every day breathing in every nuance of the good to be had, knowing how precious those days were with her loved ones. She kept a positive attitude as long as I knew her — and I miss her still.

Dear Jone — thank you for all of your efforts in helping those in need and for being such a good friend for 40 years. Rest in peace, and may your effervescent Spirit always be free, and your radiant Light everlasting!



Little Orphant Annie — Jone Victoria — October 31st 2008 — Happy Anniversary to ME! Jone Victoria — October 31st 2009

Family traditions are steeped in memories that often carry through to future generations. When I was a child my mother would always read the poem Little Orphant Annie by James Whitcomb Riley every Hallow’s Eve to my brother, sister and myself at dinnertime. We’d prepare for darkness so we could run through the neighborhood and shout “Trick or Treat!” and come home with pillowcases full of candy. That led to the authoritarian practice of our parents eating the candy so we wouldn’t end up with cavities. A great example of child labor. We gather the goodies, the parents reap the benefits. Every Hallow’s Eve I find the air charged with a static electricity that is hard to deny. I’ve felt this way since childhood. There is an anticipation. A something wicked this way comes. Each year I search the night skies for a sign, or sit quietly around a fire-pit giving thanks to all who have walked before in my family. I come from strong Yankee stock, stoic First American ways, and European ingenuity.

My tradition for Hallow’s Eve has been the same for the past forty-three years. I make crescent shaped Sabbat cakes and give them to all my friends and family. Forty-three years. That’s a long time. Why do I do it? It’s my poem reading. It’s my little honored gift to the Gods and Goddesses who were once held Sacred and seen in every living cell in nature. Always made in the hour of Venus, and with candles lit, a blessing of protection and prosperity goes into each one of these little hard, mostly tasteless cakes.

While I don’t have enough to share in cyber-world, (Jone posted a phot0 of her Sabbat cakes —  I do not have the ability or skills to do the same — sorry — but she goes on to say) — you can imagine taking one for yourself. It’s my “insurance” that by keeping a tradition on Hallow’s Eve I can somehow keep the phrase “An’ the gobble-uns ‘at gits you ef you don’t watch out!” satisfied for another year.


Happy Anniversary to ME! — Jone Victoria — October 31st 2009

Maybe it’s not a big deal to YOU — but this is one incredible accomplishment for ME! 197 posts in one year.

One year ago I finally put into motion this energy to set up my blog. It was launched with the growing pains of trying to figure out the behind the scenes workable components of how to work with a server, design, software and templates. Thanks to the knowledge my daughter shared with me on how to tie all those things together making it readable online. I am at the one year mark. Fancy discipline.

I don’t consider myself a writer, but my main goal was to educate people on how they could traverse this world by tapping into the inexhaustible supply of energy and answers from within. Those answers are available when we are most confused, or disillusioned, or feel alone. There is a spark of light flickering within us, shouting to our Souls to Get up, Get going! Don’t let the dark side win!

Since early childhood, I have always known there is a real Spiritual battle of light against dark going on in our little blue planet. The majority of people are grey. Some are bright white, blinding the dark negative forces around them; aren’t those the people who inspire us and make us feel more empowered? Dark natures are always visible. It’s the smile with a bite. The abuser who tells you how much they love you. It’s the jealous people who tell you they’re sorry for your unfortunate circumstances, but turn their face away and mouth the word, “Yes!” It’s anyone who makes you feel less of yourself.

You came onto this planet to make a difference — don’t let anyone take that from you.

Thank you to all who have supported my efforts — to those that read and leave comments, and to the thousands who have stopped by this past year wanting to expand their knowledge of how to Reclaim Their Light.

Take all sparks within and breathe them stronger with your will.

Jone wrote the first post as a new blogger who was just beginning to allow herself to share her innate knowledge, the second post was written as she had found her voice among the many writer’s who wanted to give of themselves. She enjoyed sharing her unique understanding of the world with all those who were looking for inspiration and a way to connect once again with their inner spirit and light. She took her writing seriously, but always with her sharp wit and pithy wisdom in tow. Her instinctive abilities allowed her to bring a positive outlook to those in need and she was able to direct so many to a higher and more karmic level. She evolved as a writer as she had evolved as a psychic, healer, mystic and human being. Always aware of her humanity, Jone found she could reach those who were lost and in need of solace. To those who were ill and had little hope, she gave them healing, harmony and  holistic help.

There never was another Halloween Post as her life tumbled out of control shortly afterward — yet she never lost her connection to that greater good. Never asking “Why me?” she accepted her journey with fortitude and elan. She is always missed, but especially at this time of year — I miss her laughter, her wit, her joie de vivre and especially her Sabbat cakes!