Shedding, Growing, Transforming

This is a time of endings. Things are cycling out of your life, and creating space for a new phase, a new mindset, and a new year. As you begin to move into the slow, and insulated realm of the winter months you will find it natural to go within, and reflect.

It is our primal nature to change with the seasons, but in the modern world we become somewhat removed from this. Linking into the pulse of the Universe, and the rhythm of the seasons will remove blocks and stagnation, and empower you. 

Having a place to befriend your reflection, listen to the whispers of your spirit, and then shed your layers is very important. Give yourself the opportunity to go through this powerful transformation.

A sacred energy is filling the air…an energy that hints at new life, though we must dance through the dark of the winter first. Energetically speaking, this time of year is a spiritual gestation period. Things are settling, digesting and integrating.

To move this sacred act forward practice moments of silence, gestures of gratitude, and create a vibration of love.

This links into the Holiday seasons because we are giving gifts, spending time with family, and looking for ways to give back and connect. Make sure you do this with from the heart center… know why you are giving, know why are your spending time with family. 

Be mindful that you have to give love, time and thanks to yourself! You are the spark at the center of your life. Find equilibrium between giving and receiving. That will feed your spirit.

© Shaheen Miro 2014

The Power of Purging

Embrace the wisdom of letting go. It is time to release heavy attachments that deplete you and bleed away your joy. So often we hold onto things much longer than we need to. When you have outgrown something release it. When you hold on to things you keep blessings and gifts at bay. 

Evaluate the people, objects, feelings, beliefs and ideas you are holding onto. Have you outgrown any? What is choking the life from your dreams, wishes and goals?

Allow the black holes in your life to come into your awareness… what is sucking up, absorbing and consuming your energy, vitality, and enthusiasm? Trust your intuition. Usually the fist thing that comes to mind is the right thing. Begin your purging there!

Allow this message to settle in! Especially with the retrograde in force… we are looking toward the old, and wrapping things up. Mend all holes. Allow the soft light of the Divine to wrap around you, and wash away the negative and bring about healing.

Now is the perfect time to check in. See where you are, and where you are going. An intuitive reading, or a Reiki session is great ways to really evaluate where you are and create a path toward your wellbeing.

Contact Shaheen, Here.    |    Book an Intuitive Consultation, or Cleansing Session, Here. 

Please, let me know if you have any other questions, or comments below.

© Shaheen Miro 2014

The Darkness

Life is a series of cycles. There are ups and downs, backs and forth. There is a strange feeling of limbo that you feel will never break. There are times when things feel hot, arid and dry. And then there are the times when you are caught in the storm. The most memorable of times are when you are in the dark.

Dancing in the dark is something we all must do. You have to befriend the night.

What is the dark?

The dark is that space within and around you where you feel abandoned, lost and confused. It is that space where you feel completely out of control… poked and prodded by chaos and fear.

The dark is really the beginning and the end. The alpha and omega. The dark is the womb of creation. The tomb of destruction. The cave of regeneration. You fall into the dark when you are stepping out of your box. You are pushed in the dark when you are growing beyond your personal limitations.

The Tower card in the Tarot is a symbol of the dark. The illustration shows a huge tower looming over the ocean… mighty, strong, tall, and indestructible… yet the foundation is cracked. The top is struck by lightening. The invincible monolith is destroyed, and it topples into the ocean. It symbolizes the ending of beliefs posing as facts. The ending of life as you know it!

You must learn to dance in the dark. If you stand still and make no move or sound… you will eventually become a shadow. You’ve seen people who’ve been consumed by the dark, letting fears, addiction, pain and psychosis take their lives. This isn’t to point the finger, or to be accusatory. Some people struggle because their soul chose that as their journey.

But if you learn to dance in the dark, you will marry the night. The dark is one big, crazy disco. You may not always like the song, but if you let the rhythm (intuition) guide you… you’re sure to get the next place. Sometimes you have to slow grind, sometimes you have to twerk, sometimes you have to waltz in the dark!

The dark, the unknown, the night, the chaos… it isn’t your enemy… no matter how much you misunderstand it, or fight it. You will realize in time that it is your friend. It test your limits, pushes you to the breaking point… and shows you what you’re really made of.

Remember even in the dark you have a little spark of light inside of you. So close your eyes and glow in the dark. Listen to the beat, and move yourself through to the end.

© Shaheen Miro 2013

Psychics Are Human Too

There is a lot of pressure that comes with working in a spiritual field. You have people who pass judgment on you constantly… either your being laughed at because you believe in such kooky things, or your being judged for being in league with the Devil, or you are considered a scam artist. It’s sad that there is so much hate and judgment sent toward such a beautiful thing. But they say that the darkness seeks to dim the light.

Recently spiritual teacher, author and psychic/medium, Sylvia Browne, passed away. She was such a beautiful light in the vast community of spiritual leaders and teachers. Her candor and wit were unparalleled and her writing touched many. She was often under fire for her matter-of-fact style and her abrasive tone. And also for her highly publicized inaccurate predictions.

What is so sad is that she dedicated her life to helping people. She did readings for years for public audiences, she wrote so many books on the subject of the after life and lectured all over the world…. All in an attempt to lesson the blow of being on this earth! But in the end she has been mocked and degraded by people claiming she is a fake and that she, “Should’ve seen it coming!”

I want to say that there is no psychic/reader/medium/intuitive who is 100%… not one! There are some readers who are better than others. There are some readers who are better at certain subjects than others. And there are some readers who are just having a bad day! Readers are human… they are not infallible, or all knowing. To put that pressure on someone is ridiculous and it takes away your personal power.

And the fact is… a reader can only access the information that 1.) They are meant to share at that time, and 2.) That you allow them to see because it’s your energy they are tapping into… you are the key to your personal universe. A reading is not meant to map out your life and tell you how to live. A reading is meant to affirm, guide and direct you… and you should always test it against your own intuition.

Now, I will not say that I know Sylvia Browne’s heart or her personal intentions. I don’t know if she had people’s best interest in mind, or if she was being deceptive. I don’t believe that she was… I met her and she was warm, inviting and extremely loving. But I cannot speak for anyone else. I can say that I find her writing very inspirational, and a very good place for people to begin their spiritual journey.

The lesson we can all learn from her passing is that we need to empower ourselves and use our own intuition and judgment whenever asking anyone for advice… and that we are all human and prone to mistake… and sadly, that people like to focus on the bad and completely negate the good.

My prayer is that all the hate and judgment dissipates and that people see things with brighter more loving eyes. I know she is probably living it up on the Other Side…

And, Just remember that psychics are human too!

© Shaheen Miro 2013

Just Like the White Wing Dove: R.I.P Sylvia Browne

I was devastated to learn that Sylvia Browne passed away this morning. I slept horribly last night, woke up many times, and eventually found myself sitting up in bed with a pounding headache. The day began with an “off” feeling that persisted thought the course of the day. When I finally heard the news about her passing it all made sense!

Sylvia has been a beautiful influence in many peoples lives, including mine. Her books, lectures and teachings have touched on so many deep and moving things. I know that I devoured her books when I was younger, and even now I reference her work in my own. Though some people have a negative view of her, I’ve always found her wit, candor and wisdom to be uplifting and insightful.

I met Sylvia at one of her lectures when I was still in High School. Her warm eyes looked into me, and she pulled me closer and listen as I spoke. She signed my books and conversed with me… for those few minutes she gave me her undivided attention. I gifted her with a journal I had bound for her. A few months later I found a letter in the mail written to me from Sylvia, thanking me for the gift, the conversation and apologizing for the delay in responding. I will never forget that.

Sylvia, I know you are having a wonderful celebration wherever you are. We will miss you, but your spirit, your work and all your love will still carry us through for years to come. And if you ever need to chat… you know how to find me ;-)

My prayers go out to Sylvia, and her family. I am sorry for your loss, and I know we are all deeply saddened by the loss of such a legend. All of prayers are lighting her path back home.

All the best,

Shaheen

Seeing Death

You are spirit, the accumulation of intention, dreams, and creativity. You are in a state of constant flux, revolving and circulating around one giant sphere of the Divine. Nothing is truly static. If you aren’t changing, then you are battling the Universe.

Death is beautiful. It is the ultimate poetry of life. You die to the setting sun, to be reborn at tomorrow’s light. You die to every moment. You die every year, as you grow older and wiser. You die at the ending of every project, and you are reborn at the beginning of every new one.

Life is a dance of change and transformation. The affirmation of your spirit is metamorphosis. You are a being of light that radiates, pulsates, and undulates. If you lose the essence of your spirit, then you’ve lost the point of life.

People grow stagnant. Their spirits become gnarled and weakened. If you unplug from source then you slowly fade away, until you are a shell mimicking life. We fear death because we fear what we can be. We know the reality, but we forget the dream.

Death has been very present in my life the past year. I’ve lost many beautiful lights whom I loved greatly for their bravery, wisdom and unconditional love. I grieve for the loss of their relatable presence in my life. I grieve for their smile. I grieve for their conversation. But through my grief I realize that they are at peace. They are burning stars in the never-ending disco.

Death isn’t easy. It jars you. It pulls you out of your shell. You are forced to step beyond your comfort zone. You are left dancing in the dark. Traversing beyond what you know as the truth. But there is the beauty. You’ll never grow unless you’ve experienced.

The truth is that you’ve never really seen a painting until you’ve looked at it from all angles. Stand on your head; see it in a mirror, stair from one side to the other. Life is art. Explore art don’t admire it!

When I see the Death card in the Tarot, it usually means that you are in a state of change. The tune is changing, and you’ll need to find a new groove. But the Tarot isn’t discerning. Tarot doesn’t tell you what you want to hear… It tells you what you need to hear. It doesn’t know the difference between a “metaphorical” death and a real one. It only knows that the energy is changing.

So can the Tarot show a real death? Yes! Absolutely it can. I’ve seen it many times. I’ve experienced it personally with the loss of my own loved ones. It’s doesn’t have to be frightening. It serves to enlighten you.

Tarot predicts death. Death isn’t bad. It’s not a warning. It’s a reminder that you are living.

© Shaheen Miro 2013

The Poetry of Death

Death is a reminder to us that everything is in constant motion; an endless dance that moves us from one phase to the next. Passing through doors you remain a part of the changeless change. As a caterpillar dies to the beauty of a butterfly, so does our soul here on earth shed it shell to fly with something a little more spectacular, brilliant and gleaming. Death is the teacher, the keeper and the lover. Death gives us the gift of living… if only we see it before our time.

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We came here faithful and wild eyed. Looking for answers as the smoke made rings around their heads. They were forgotten angels, forged in the heat and pressure of another storm. Beyond your memory is hidden a history far greater than can be told in words.

I lit a candle, burned it for 3 days to heal the pain. The color was liquid red and hot like the sweat that ran down your face as I was leaving. You were begging for change, and yet I had changed long before you knew. Why do they forsake the ones they love?

So they sing. They sing as the dark falls around them. A gentle cloak of raven black. There you can hear the words being whispered to silhouettes of strangers. Faces of marionettes suspended from memories. Make me up how you want to. Make them believe I was nothing and you were everything.

He wanted badly to touch the heart of the mystery. A dangerous soul who would rage against the gods. Fire could rain down. Prayers couldn’t protect him. There’s not map to guide you as you slip away into your own misery. Mock them as you run. They will taunt you. We can still pray… even though prayers are useless now.

If I can wake up and breathe again. Does that mean none of it was real? I might just be another memory. She said the white doves are calling to us now. We can walk on the edge of what was, and what will be. We can dance with the dead to feel alive again. There’s no shame in burning a candle… even if it can’t drown out the night.

I whisper one more time before its over. I touch my lips gently to the flame. Kissing the fire. Another form of passing. Wind catches light and pushes it into oblivion. A fragile soul is lost to the dark again. Snuffed out. No more light. No more life. I hope the prayers still burn brightly on the other side.

© Shaheen Miro

Book Review: Straw Into Gold

Straw Into Gold is interesting, painful and inspiring . A mixture of misfortune and blessing, one woman’s life becomes a lesson for us all to see our pain as a teacher. Diane LaRae Bodach’s terminal illness created a pathway for her to find her own spirit; she relays the most intimate facets of her journey here.

Diane is unapologetic and witty, she tells her stories with such candor and grace, that makes you feel as though you are face to face with her as you read. Every page is filled with something enlightening that makes you see your spirit and your shadow. This book will change the way you see everything in life, especially illness.

A very heavy read, densely filled with spiritual insight and personal anecdotes. I applaud Diane LaRae Bodach for her bravery and determination, not only to live, but also to put her journey down in words. If you have dealt with illness, directly or indirectly, this book is for you.

Having dealt with illness and loss in my own life, I realize that it equalizes and alchemizes. If you go deeper into your pain, your loss or your grief you will be lead to a space where mind, body and spirit connect. I felt the author said it best,” Illness, loss or deprivation helps us to focus on our main job: to be.” Learning to just be gives you a sense of unparalleled awareness.

Straw Into Gold urges you to not only be aware, but to know your body, your pain and your breaking point. Know what to feed and what to avoid. If you’re giving energy away to unnecessary things, then you are using up valuable, life sustaining fuel. Bodach’s sobering realization about her illness gave her the impetus to push forward, “I wasn’t going to have the life I wanted or expected to have, and at first that seemed like Death-it was like death. Almost all that I knew life to be was no longer possible for me. Most of my identities were gone, deeply diminished, or threatened. What was left seemed very stark, very small; but the very starkness, the very smallness was a spiritual opening for me.”

Straw Into Gold is blooming with poignant moments filled with wisdom and insight. Though Diane never recovered form her illness, you gather that she lived a full life. No matter how heavy of a read this is, by the end of the book you are filled with a sense of gratitude and compassion. Let Diane’s story become a doorway for your own enlightenment.

You can purchase your copy here and here.

Shaheen Miro is an intuitive reader, Reiki practitioner, fashion design student, artist and writer. Contact: 937.213.3426 / shaheen@shaheenmiroinsights.com /

© Shaheen Miro 2012

The Will to Change

I stepped into the darkened parlor, only a candle illuminated the room from the piano in the corner. A sound like a clock ticking trailed off in the distance.  Each tic coincided with the beat of my heart. I moved deeper into the shadows trying to unfold the mystery that lingered, invisible in the air.

I touched the cool wood of the table and felt the soft velvet that covered the sofa. My senses were tingling with anticipation. I felt faint, almost out of breath, I felt as if I had been battered by the tenacious waves of the ocean. Something was coming over me.

I was met by a vision; something loomed heavy in the corner. I knew that there was a messenger here. He had come for me to impart his wisdom. “Show yourself!” I protested. But nothing came from the darkness.

Catching my breath, I sat on the sofa. I pulled the warm air into my lungs and let the scent of musk and roses fill me. There was something different here. Something I had never felt before. Or maybe I was never open to its mystery.

Suddenly it came to me. The figure appeared like a bead of light moving through a dark sky. It was the spirit of change. Some may call it death, others may call it life, but I simply call it change.

The figure held out its hand. I could only make out the slight structure… tall, thin, and able. I felt with every fiber of my being that it was time. Time to let go of the worn-out and the old. Time to move into the future, fearless and alive. I knew it wasn’t the end, but actually the beginning.

Loud and clear I heard from within the body of light, “Dance! The secret of life is to dance!”… and then the light receded back into shadows like the dying embers of a fire. Darkness absorbed all traces of light until only I was left, with this vision and this message to carry on in my head.

I closed my eyes. Startled. Moved. Changed. I knew that everything would be okay.