Jane’s Dancing Hands -New SPONTANEOUS gifts!

Greetings Sparkling Souls, Greetings Sparkling Circle!  Aloha All!

I hope this finds you in Summer Bliss and wonder wherever you are. There is so much great new news I must jump right in!  New testimonies, yes, of positive transformation and events upwardly spiraling into play, plus new excerpts I’m delighted to share from both my Journals.  This news is so new that it is not even on the website yet, and only in part on our Sparkling Circle Facebook page, but hopefully all will be soon up!  Also, this is a long letter because there is so much good to share.  Bookmark it if you can’t read it now.  I really think this will help everyone feel better!

FIRST:  SOON TONIGHT – August 7, 2016 @ 7PM PDT JANE’S DANCING HANDS FACEBOOK LIVE beach dance for peace & harmony #3. I know it’s just hours away! The first time we did this, we only told people the day before.  The second time we created a Dancing Hands Summer Session of Jane’s Dancing Hands on Facebook Live we didn’t tell anyone we were doing it – just gave a shout out via FB right before, because spontaneous things happen, I just have two hands, and still between the two of those live and the recorded versions of these Facebook Live dances – they’ve reached around 400,000 people.  Peace and harmony rising feels good! The first Dancing Hands Beach Circle of Harmony and Peace is on our Sparkling Circle Facebook 

Did you see last week’s 14 min. Dancing Hands Circle for Peace & Harmony?  If you’re not on Facebook, I just put it up on YouTube and you can see it here: This is a testament to being connected to our Sparkling Facebook page for I will always announce things there first.  It’s speedier.

Many spoke of great beauty and joy from this free Dancing Hands Sessions of Harmony & Peace from the beach. We have one friend on the East Coast who said this:

“On the first viewing it felt great and I felt sensation in my right arm affected by the stroke…and yesterday, it was off the chart! I had a Samadhi experience and I saw a white aura around you for the extended time…I saw you merge with the sea, it happened for a few seconds, then I saw your aura turn white around your physical body.  I was getting a lot of healing energy on the right side affected by the stroke… Toward the end of the video, your aura was expanded to the sky where you merged with Source.

Because I was so happy with the news and someone had just cancelled their appointment for a private dancing hands session I sent this gentleman a message via Facebook asking if he’d like to have an appointment in the other person’s place.  His brother had just cancelled their time together so clearly Source was conspiring for all sorts of goodness so we danced via Skype.  This was his first and only private dancing hands session. Here’s what he wrote the next day:

“Thank you for the awesome session last night.  My whole body is vibrating, lots of small pops in the (quite frozen from the stroke) shoulder…upon waking this AM I felt like a new person.  The walk was much smoother, and the right hip (which) never felt right since the stroke, now feels perfect.”

And the next day:

“My hand and shoulder are a lot better than even yesterday.  I washed my dishes with my right hand – it was pure pleasure.  (I’m) thankful to you Dearest Jane.  It is amazing how lots of people take their body for granted. Thanks again!”

And since these exchanges there is even more good news.  I wish to keep my friends who are in process anonymous for a little longer until at least I can see them in person and have them tell the story to me/us in real time, but suffice to say I AM SO GRATEFUL, TOO!  Do you know how wild and wonder-full it is that so many of you are able to dance with this pure Source energy to such an extent?  More exciting news in a bit, but first:

READY FOR THE Whole LINEUP as we have it now?  From July 30 through the end of October I have a full day of privates at the Soulshine Daydream Wellness Festival, Sunday, August 14, 2016 (Links are coming to the website by tomorrow to sign up for 30 min. in-person privates sessions or just come to this festival.) Also two more N. CA events are on are happening — Aug. 25 in the Sacramento/Roseville/Auburn area and one Labor Day is the 17^th World Congess QiGong/Tai chi/TCM in San Francisco – I am so honored to be invited to present at 7:30 on opening night and then three long circles after – details coming, including links to tickets – please use my link – this will help us both. East Coast here, too, in September as you can see in this meme, so mark your calendars.  Here is the whole LINEUP for July – August, Sept. October

Feel moved to connect with the healing aina/land and ocean/sky/air/elemental energies as well as pure Source?  Feel the pull of true ALOHA? Want to retreat and dance with me and some of Hawai’i’s most precious treasures?  For three days with on Hawai’I Island?  The event is still in being dreamed by us all, but kumu from all the islands are being sinvited by two of Oahu’s most beloved and because the kapu has been lifted for this healing work, you, too, are invited to come dance, chant, sing, and pray with us on, in, over, and under sacred Hawaiian space.  Here’s your save the date info.  Interested? 

Mahalo all you for helping me get the word out — sharing these fliers, these links, or this newsletter to your social media, friends, family, or others, too.  There are so many wonderful ways we can join together to make an impact in this sometimes fiery, starry world and we can empower the sweetest most succulent fruit of our bloom when we do it again and again for the heart and goodness of pure Source’s most divinely shared gifts. 

Here’s more good news from another dear soul well known to me as a beloved fixture in our tours from 2010 – 2013 and again more recently.  I’d like to tell my side first and then you can hear from her mouth.  I apologize in advance for the length of this, but it is such a remarkable story I don’t know how to do it justice with any editing so read through and see if you agree.

FROM JANE’S JOURNAL: 

I had a knock to reach out to D. because she had always been a beacon of shining light for me through the years.  Her smile, her light, her perseverance from her wheelchair has long been inspirational.  Via Facebook I checked in with her and found out she was going into for a stay in a physical rehab facility so we conversed about a dancing hands session maybe later for support, but meanwhile she elected to try the Zoom Cleansing sessions from the hospital.  Then, when I saw that she wasn’t able to make the Zoom sessions after all, I felt compelled to reach out to see if she was okay and she texted me back that she was doing badly. Feeling the steel of her pain in my heart as I read her message I asked if I could squeeze her into my appointments the next day.  She typed back PLEASE.

When I called her in the hospital the next day I could barely understand her for pain was so terrible.  She said she had something that sounded like “tri-genital” something or another that I couldn’t understand.  Instead of pressing for clarification for there was clearly no time for this I asked her pain level on a scale of one to ten.  “Ten. Plus.” This from a woman who has bravely persevered through pain so long I knew there was no time to clarification.  It didn’t matter what I “knew.”  God/Pure Source had this.  I told her we don’t need to talk anymore, that my hands were already dancing, “Let’s see what we can do,” and she breathed back, “Yes.”

From here in my home my hands danced over her heart as I feel they do when seeming to read over charts.  I don’t see what’s inside these records, I’m not reading anyone’s diary, but my hands always seem assess, tune into the frequencies and know where to go next.  If you’re not heard me say this, when asked what I see I answer, “Perfection.”  I look through what I call God’s Goggles.  You are perfect.  Everyone is perfect, but sometimes our cells, our bones and/or pain don’t feel perfect.  My hands go to anything that feels off. I asked in my mind if it was truly “genital” related, knowing the answer before I asked, and although my hands danced down over the pelvic region to honor my ask, they quickly danced right back and straight up to the head.  I could feel the cool blue of what I liken to anesthesia to begin to dissolve pain.  They danced faster than I’ve felt them dance before.  I won’t describe all they next did, but suffice to say that I wished I had a camera so I, too, could take it all in.  They worked steadily, quickly, with assurance.

I felt an inner knock to look at my phone to see how many minutes into the session we were and to check in with her.  It was 16:34, approximately 15 minutes into the session, if you account for the 1:34 that I spent asking her what was up and finding her pain level was a ten. Plus.  “How ya doin’?” I asked.  It felt too soon to ask, but when I get that knock to ask, I do.  “You okay over there?  How’s your pain now?  Any better?”  “Well, I’d have to talk in order to assess.”  I could feel her startle a bit before she said, “Wow.  I just … I am talking … wow.”  My hands kept dancing. “What’s your pain level?  You okay?”  “Wow.  It’s a … I don’t know… this is amazing… it’s a three.” “A three?” I asked surprised.  I was thinking I’d be happy with a seven.  Lucky for an eight, but she repeated.  “Yes.  A three.”  “Well, we’re moving in the right direction then,” I said.  “Can you take a sip of water? It seems you might need or like even a small sip.”  She explained that she’d not eaten or had anything to drink in the four days she’d been at a level ten while in the hospital.  I worried that maybe she should be assessed by her OT first before attempting then, but she calmly replied, “I’ll try.”  I could feel it soothing her parched throat.  The elemental soothing of water filled her being from my side. She delighted.  “I just did!” I could hear her going back for more as my hands danced with the water and continued on. I imagined at the very least the element of water giving her all the fluid her body so very much needed to whether she drank a whole cup or the whole pitcher. 

“I’m still dancing here so I’m going to be quiet and keep working,” I said softly.  I could hear her going back for more water, still marveling.  She explained more about trigeminal neuralgia and that it was amazing that she could talk now.  It’s akin to hammers smashing against your skull from the inside.  Those who measure pain say that it’s of the worst kind of unrelenting pain there is in the world.  I told her that with pure Source everything and anything is possible, reassuring myself as much as her as my hands continued to fly moving deftly again until I received another knock.  I looked at the timer on my phone again.  It was 30 minutes exactly from the time we started.  Someone had far better timing than I.  “How’s your pain now?”  I asked.  “Wow,” she said and repeated wow many, many times.  “This is a miracle.  This is a miracle!  It’s a one.  I can barely feel any pain.”  The hands felt a zero would be possible, I suppose, so onward.

I kept dancing.  At 45 minutes to the second after the time we began I was nudged to look at the timer again.  “And how are you doing now?  What’s your pain level?”  There was an emotional pause.  I felt a welling in my own eyes and throat.  I worried that she’d slid backwards.  Jane really needs to step aside.  Jane’s emotion and worry isn’t helpful.  D. answered, “Zero.  I have no more pain.”  It makes me cry right now again to even type this.  She said she wanted to immediately call in her nurses and doctors and to have this documented in her charts.  She’d been in level 10 plus pain for 4 days and within 45 minutes of our start the pain was gone and she was able to drink and talk and even laugh again.  I said about a million prayers of thanks to pure Source/God for allowing this flow into this dear woman who has suffered so much and thanked her for her trust.”

 

And now her side:  

“Trigeminal neuralgia is a chronic pain condition that affects the trigeminal nerve, which carries sensation from your face to your brain. If you have trigeminal neuralgia, even mild Trigeminal, Trigeminal of your face or inside your mouth — such as from brushing your teeth, chewing, swallowing, or putting on makeup — may trigger a jolt of excruciating pain.

You may initially experience short, mild attacks. But trigeminal neuralgia can progress and cause longer, more-frequent bouts of searing pain. Trigeminal neuralgia affects women more often than men, and it’s more likely to occur in people who are older than 50.

I was diagnosed twenty years ago and my attacks have become longer with more searing pain. On one of the days when I have one of these horrific attacks I call Jane. I met Jane during her Braco years and we’ve stayed connected. On this day, I feel truly blessed to be connected to her. We schedule our appointment and as soon as we connect, her dancing hands go to work.

 

What is unusual about this session, however, is that I can’t feel her working in the area of the trigeminal nerve. Jane is one of few healers who I’ve worked with who can target the energy from her dancing hands to the area of the body she’s working on. This time I worry she may have missed the body part. Later she will explain to me why she shifted her strategy with the trigeminal nerve.

 

We finish our session.  I wait an hour and dinner is ready. I decide to test the   

Trigeminal nerve by chewing and swallowing to see if it triggers excruciating pain.

There is none.  This is from one session only. After dinner I discover there was an additional bonus in this healing session.  My toes on my left foot are moving without any assistance for the first time in eight years.  Jane’s dancing hands have done it once again. Jane is the quantum healer.  Jane’s gift comes directly from the Source.”

 

~ Grateful from California 7.27.16

 

See?  I’m still like a child in all this so please forgive me if I am weepy with gratitude that my now friend feels so much better.  Even now, a week later she is thrilled because not only is still pain free and has continued sensation returning to her feet, but her thighs, too! Her therapists said before all this, long ago, that if she gets feeling in her feet, she could walk again.  I will continue to hold her in prayer and tonight she’ll be dancing with us in the Facebook Live event, too!  Hooray!

If you’re not feeling this energy this way, please do not despair.  If my gift isn’t in your favorite playlist of helpful energy I am sure there IS someone in the world that can help you if it is within your contract for this life to experience such a thing.  I believe we all have gifts and talents and I do not take responsibility for this or believe that I’m the only one that can do this, but please, please when out there looking at others to help you, please discern whether this gift or any is a good fit for you or not.  Only you will know.

Glasshouse alert.  I am not perfect.  No surprise, right?  I have made many mistakes in my past and I’m likely to make more in the future, despite my best efforts because I am human.  But especially now that the gift is flowing to this extent — I am vowing before you all, despite all of my former and current shortcomings, mistakes, and flat-out wrong-doings that I will try my very best to share it with respect for the pure Source/God from which this gift comes as well as for any of you who come to me for dancing of any nature.  I intend to always share from my heart with kindness and compassion for all and to do my best to keep a clean vessel for this gift to pour through to all who ask or need that which is the best and the highest individual and collective good. 

One I previously worked with who has his own truly remarkable gift shared with me that there are three potential downfalls to any person bearing or assisting with a spiritual gift.  And if one or more of these show up, there can still be healing coming through, but there will be distortion and potentially the loss of the gift. He said to watch for too much focus on Money, or one who appears to have a great, even warring Ego, and then there is an imbalanced focus on Sex. Even as he spoke I could see these challenges up close and anyone close to such a gift could possibly see how any one of these three might affect any one of us.  You may know or have stories of your own.  Few of us are unblemished in this world, so I’m not pointing fingers or throwing stones.  I’m not going to out anyone here, for as I’ve said, I fully have lived in many a glass house, but I’ve been cleaning house as best I can and perhaps that’s why now I received the gift?  I don’t know. I’m still far from perfect, but now I have more compassion for all sides of the equations of being human. I have seen the loneliness.  I have acutely known the losing it all to be scraped to the bone of trust that pure Source/God has me/us all that breeds clutchy-ness. I have seen the crushing battles of “knowing it all,” having seen worlds that most of us can’t even imagine, but still perhaps knowing not enough to recognize grace. Human.

These battles have shaped me.  Abdy, the man who touched my head and helped open this dancing hands gift up, who at least in front of me, never judges or speaks badly of another, calls these “Angels of Learning.”  I love this expression and am turning every wound I’ve licked into an Angel of Learning one by one. 

Now why am I bringing this up? I have recently received from a friend who I met on this path and has the gift of sight, (so she could see every wrong doing waged against me), a long, detailed article speaking strongly of the lack of integrity of one who helped us both greatly in my past and on this path, but more, this article shared how ill the author became on the path with him because of what she saw as wrong-doing.  I’m not here to sling mud, to refute, protect, project, or deny the long and detailed account of spiritual warfare that can ensue on any journey, but reading this article sliced me to the core for it not only cited my name as one who had heartily endorsed him, and one of the reasons she went to see this person, but misspoke about my healing.  (Let’s clear this up: I did not, nor do not have cancer.) 

Now, what does one do in an instance such as this?  You hear her story.  You acknowledge this is her truth. (She’s not seeking anything here but to protect others, to be heard, to get clear. This touches me, too.) You pray over it.  You run it up the flagpole for God/Pure Source to assist with guidance.  You reach out and hold that person’s hand and say, “I’m sorry you were hurt.  I’m glad you’re healing.  I’m here for you and if I in any way to contributed to your pain and suffering by saying this was a good route for you, or anyone else who may have been hurt, I’m sorry.  Now how may I help you feel better?”  And then what?  What would you do? I’m open to your suggestions.  I just saw this.  Remember – this is a Sparkling Circle and we are one another’s teachers here.  Let’s all be kind and see how we can make it better… together.  May we?

I’m still praying on it.  I want everyone to feel better and if someone feels they’ve been wronged or hurt and I am or have been even perceived in any way as contributing to that pain, unwittingly or not, I wish to make amends. The gift of the dancing hands requires compassion and an openhearted connection to pure Source without judgment, but discernment is key.  I know that once I stop working with someone, anyone – whether it be an actor in a scene or a healer/whatever word or phrase they use to describe their gift in a room – I’m not responsible for their behavior – even when I’m in the room, but I’m more vocal about bad behavior if I’m right there.  I take these gifts seriously, most especially this one flowing through my humble hands, so if you feel as if you have been hurt or harmed by any endorsement I’ve ever given, please contact me and I will offer you a session to perhaps experience healing peace in these dancing hands, for free, so that I may humbly serve you instead of the painful story.

It’s so hot here again today, and again, I’ve not forgotten that I’m to share with you the story of the ice melt waterfall that danced with me while on holiday in the Sierras and captured the attention of so many of Facebook.  It’s part of a longer story and until I can learn how to properly use the blog portion of our new website, here’s Part 2 of a smaller sample: 

“(My hands) flexed as we dipped our toes in the freezing icy freshness. And yes, though one brave soul of our group immediately went in as we arrived, as I cautiously hopped the boulders across the racing stream below the waterfall, and then my foot slipped into the chill drink off a rocking, slippery, too small stone, I was 99.9% sure today I’d not be swimming.  I’d become soft in my seven years of living in Hawaii and loathed anything cooler than the azure waters off my cherished Hawaiian white sand beaches.  It was early summer, but this was ice melt water.  There was still snow on the mountain peeks and this powerful thaw was most assuredly barely 40 degrees if it was that.  No Hawaiian bathtub here.  And I was Mama I-Don’t-Think-So.

But then two unexpected things happened.  First, we discovered my beau had sliced open his toe when he took a dive.  The blood poured from his wound and no washing in the water on his part would help stop it.  It required some serious attention.  It was a wide, jagged gash and my hands tapped my heart to insist he get still, sit with me so I could see if they could close the wound.  He scoffed, unused to fuss, being the nature boy that he is, but spending as much time as I did as a child in the ER, and seeing this slice needed a stitch or two, and we had a lot of walking between this waterfall and the cabin where Band-Aids and First Aid lived, I begged him to listen and sit beside me, at the very least, to try a different experiment for the dancing hands. Could they perhaps close a wide bloody wound?  I’ve seen the “surgeries,” but this was different – gushing blood.  At the worst he’d get a tan on the great grey granite boulder while I tried, right?  He finally complied – he said the throbbing was intense and it would be good if that stopped – a gift to science perhaps and to his love of the sun.  He sprawled beside me, dropped his head, and as the blood continued to flow, the hands danced.  (I have pictures, but I’ll save you the gore until the website post, okay?)

The first thing he noticed was that the pain vanished just a minute or two after my hands opened over the baby toe and after a few minutes more of dancing while Violet filmed their intense dance finally the blood congealed.  I continued to push on the gash to try and close it and still now, funnily enough, he felt nothing.  No pain, no pressure, no problem.  I released the wiggly patient and stood up to stretch and give thanks.  It’s not me, it’s never me who does this work or dance, so I try always to say a prayer of thankfulness.

The mountains and my hands began talking.  Suddenly I was the observer of a deep communication that felt akin to messages being relayed.  I began to leap across the largest outcropping of massive stone and my hands flew first out to the side and then they seemed to greet each peak, and there were many, in the 365 degrees of massive mountaintops.  I could barely make out the words, but the sensations coursing through my soul could hear Pure Source and the mountains greeting one another.  Were they blessings?  Were they heralds of gratitude?  “I see you!” These dancing hands held up the radiant reflecting their “magic” that they do when PS wants a certain soul to see its own beauty.  Could it be that this Dancing Hands dance was for the Mountains?  A dance for the Desolation Wilderness? It was simple.  They needed nothing.  They asked for nothing, but the gift of the dance of pure Source was still given. 

I began to hear the messages of the mountains coursing through the hands, echoing in my head: “Your magnificence is seen, noted, appreciated, and magnified with gratitude and love a billion fold.  Keep reaching.  Keep shifting in your own time.  Keep teaching.  Keep being.  Keep strong.  Be YOU!  Let the snow sit in your cracks and crannies.  Let the wind whip your face.  Let your rocks tumble and fall.  Grow.  Crumble.  Be you.  Thank you for you.”  What I didn’t know was if these messages were going in or moving out.  The echo was stunning.  Perhaps it was for all.  And then my hands came down in their resting namaste over the heart with their little young heart symbol.  The dance was done.  For now. 

 Suddenly I could feel crazy heat on my bare feet and the rush of the soles scalding on the large granite boulders.  And though I didn’t feel it as I danced, as soon as I stopped dancing I knew I had to quick step it to Violet’s towel.  She’d been filming this.  The elemental energy could be translated through film and photography – we all know this – and my smart and gifted girl then said, now over there, pointing toward the water… the icy water  …

More to come with this story and more soon on our janesdancinghands.com Elemental page sharing how pure Source dances in each of us to create Heaven on Earth within you.

Looking for more inspiration or wish to share what is happening, please keep checking the website and thank you for referring others who may wish to feel better to our website, too, for truly, you all say it best here: TESTIMONIALS  

*I had said in the last newsletter than I was hoping a new word better than “surgery” will alight because it feels off-putting.  What do you call it when Pure Source is helping to bring about all these testimonies? How do you describe the indescribable that comes from being in service?  I am keenly learning why both Abdy and Braco don’t describe “what they” do.  It’s impossible on this plane of existence to translate. Humbled. Daily.

Well, a dear soul (I didn’t ask if I can use her name, but will when I get permission!) suggested Quantum Level Curing, or QLC, which I loved except, these hands sometimes don’t cure – sometimes they balance, sometimes they rejuvenate, sometimes they are very quiet and soothing – “How about Quantum Level Care?”  Yes, she texted back that would work.  Yes, thank you.  So now when I refer to his work that is often on the Quantum Level and might fuse a bone, replace a knee, restore a broken heart… I’ll be saying here are a little TLC and QLC.  Thank you!  Sparkle on Circle!

Yikes!  It’s time to be off to the beach to dance with you.  Forgive me for the length and the lack of pretty pictures, but thank you for reading this far if you did.  And if you didn’t – it’s allllll good.  Thank you for sharing any of this to those who could use good news.  We can do so much more together, right? 

I’ll look forward to hearing your news – good, bad, or hopeful and on the rise as much as you wish to share it.  Suzi will be back soon to help with mail so thank you also for your patience with me!  We have a LOT going on, so bless you all, enjoy your Sunday/Monday as you receive this and have a beautiful week of possibility!

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Be well.  Blessed Be.  And enjoy your dance!

~Always,

Jane

 

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