Greetings Sparkling One,
Two days ago, I had the joy of sharing the gift of the Dancing Hands with two, dear, old friends.
We’ve traveled many paths together over the decades and we have known since just after college that we were sisters from a very special fabric of love through all time.
In late October 2016, one of these two friends surprised me at a Dancing Hands Circle in San Francisco, CA where I was dearly honored to open the 17th World Congress for Qigong, Tai Chi, and TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine.) My friend couldn’t attend the opening night festivities in the grand Victorian hotel ballroom when the traditionally sedate Qigong, Tai Chi, & TCM masters from all over the world surprised themselves as they sprang from their chairs to circle dance around me, many squealing, swaying, and cheering like rave revelers, and the circle was a spectacular mosh pit of ecstasy. “This is what it’s like to dance with those who live, breathe, and trust the freedom to playfully with All-That-Is,” I thought after the Opening Circle. If a hundred cowgirls and boys were each spinning lassos of light while riding fast-moving, bucking horses in a circle of a single ballroom and I was tossing each rider a rainbow to drink without wasting a drop that would be the feeling. It was awesome, and never before, and not since, have I experienced such spectacular chaos. But truly, the coolest part was the utter trust Source <
My son and his girlfriend had come, too. I’d asked my 6’2” Kai, to be the catcher for those in the SF circle because, during his first dancing hands session with me in LA a few weeks earlier, he’d pronounced he’d seen his DNA reconnecting though he’d never even heard of such a concept of DNA. I thought he’d be a clear-eyed, strong choice for both muscles and this revelation of extra strands. Swooning happens sometimes to some of the attendees, and it’s not necessarily optimal for me to dance and catch, so I was pleased he wanted to help. Bonus, too, the catcher gets a unique extra beam of energy, which I felt he’d enjoy. Curiously, however, only after I danced in front of my second or third person as I’d instructed, I noticed the “field of Kai” also began to “wobble.” I know about this wobble. Source is in charge, so I didn’t feel but a tingle of easy wonder as I said, “Kai Gaines, put your forehead here,” and upraised my forefinger. His head dropped. Blessedly, as soon as his first eye touched the tip of my finger he gently relaxed down like a feather and into my cradling arms where I magically was able to lay him onto the floor as if he were my newborn, baby boy again. I smoothed back his hair, reassured the audience – including his girlfriend – he was happy and content – and regarded his receiving as bliss on the horizontal of Pura Vida.
I stepped sideways, danced with a few more folks including my college pal, and then, as I reached another man who was near 200 lbs., I also saw the wobble. Before I had the chance to think, “How’s this going to go?” I watched again in simple wonder as I touched his heart and he and I quickly flew ten feet or so behind him so I could use the wall to help gently slide him down to the floor into his own bliss without any further assistance. It was intriguing to see doubly blissed-out men with my friend standing in an apex of balance between them. While both gentle drops to the horizontal may sound a bit like a cartoon in the retelling, it was a marvelous circle of delight. I danced on, the men eventually returned to a more harmonious awareness of the third dimension and vertical part of their circle, and like most circles, we wrapped up by sharing how we were “now.” My old girlfriend from UCLA couldn’t really talk after the circle — said she really didn’t know what to say but was touched and glad she came. We hugged, I asked her to drive safely, and off she glided back out the door while I restored the room for the next presenter in the conference.
It wasn’t until many, many months later that she told me that while she had no idea what to expect when she arrived that day in San Francisco, ever since she had left the circle her own hands were afire with newly active and unusual movement, too. “Your hands are dancing, too!” I exclaimed. Never given to excessive hyperbole she allowed, “Well… perhaps? Is that what you think this is?” I said I did and whatever she needed I’d be here. She is an equally busy woman and while she discovered on her own that they were quite effective in quietly assisting her family under the dinner table (stealth love and support) she hadn’t spent much time with me or in the exploration of them in a focused way until she’d come to the 6th Anniversary Circle of the Dancing Hands, we’d had over this past Mother’s Day weekend. Again, her hands danced, she felt the warmth, the joy, the bliss and decided maybe now it was time to see more about exploring all this could mean.
While I don’t need to go into the particulars, I am led to share with you not just at what point her awareness emerged about her hands being more than simple hands, but also what delightful messaging newly pushed through two days ago relevant to us all.
Most of my dearest friends from our Continuum at UCLA sing like angels and Source encouraged something that might be fun to share with them that has been happening in the Circles recently. If you’ve danced with us in the last two years, you know that Source sings through my humble instrument the Language of Love (yep, that’s LOL! This always makes me laugh, too; another universal language!) Source will layer in lyrics for some of the music I am led to choose for our Circles – even if I, Jane, have never heard the song. I have no background in singing, haven’t touched a flute, or sang in a choir since I was in the 8th grade, so clearly, I have very little musical education. Also, though I like it, Jazz isn’t generally my first, second, or even fifth choice to enjoy, but I do believe that Source is scatting, rapping, and revivifying ancient chants of love, health, and harmony through some of these sessions much like spiritual Jazz/Rap/Chanting. I was invited to invite my friends to try one song that I have played before because there is an open quality that always brings a special variety of harmonies as the Source-song comes through, whether I’ve heard the song a hundred times, once or never, each time it never ever the same or with the exact LOL. It is all dependent on the gathering of people.
We began. But I couldn’t hear my friends as they sang. I could hear the music. I could hear what sang through me, but once the music began, while I could see them moving their mouths, I could no longer hear them – not a lick of their songs. I could hear my puppy barking, a faraway gardener blowing leaves, and then emphatically, “Don’t worry.” As long as they could hear all of the above, I was not to worry about the sound configuration coming through the computer. I shared with them it didn’t matter and was just going to restart. I pressed “play.” My eyes closed and the Language of Love began singing through me a bass harmony and counterpart to what was coming from the gorgeous song – again, quite different than the last time. I felt peace, beauty, and wonder at the workings of this gift. Then, at its completion, Source showed me a long, thin, pale grey, canoe-shaped cradle being held by many sparkling cords (much like lifeboats being readied for the seas.) It hung beneath the heart and just over the diaphragm.
Source shared, “You may not see the Source of the harmony, your eyes may be closed to your friends singing and harmonizing with you from afar, your hands may even be reaching just through the frame of what you ‘know’ into the loamy terrain of the as-yet-untraveled planes, and you may not hear any sounds but the noise of your own sphere, but rest assured, as you fill this canoe-shaped cradle with the full breath of trust in these flowing streams of Source, your heart and all you circulate for replenishing, refreshing, and rejuvenating life will be available.
“Remember The Rainbabies?” dropped into my ear. I did. This is a magnificent storybook I read to my children hundreds of times, still on my bookshelf. As I nodded and shared this with my friends, a row of tiny, little heads of new life raised and peered over the rim of this now silvery canoe, much like an image in the storybook where the elderly adoptive mother in the book held these teeny, magical babies in her hand after a storm of prayers for a child.
Source continued, “Every drop from every tear or laughing prayer dropping from you – if aligned for the best and highest good – can be carried by this cradling canoe of breath and new life. Breathe deeply and drop into this knowing into the streams of the All-Good, trusting your heart to steer you forward in Love.”
This is a sliver of what happens from one year to the next, from one Dancing Hands session to another, with old friends and new, with questions, songs, and parables to encourage you, too, to play and play with all your freedom-loving being in the vast variety of hearts, souls, intentions, and prayers of the All-One-ness.
So, with that, I invite you to join us in the Love stream beginning tonight for three evenings for the JDH Quanta Infinity Circle. This is at a reduced rate to allow more to participate in the evolution of all that is coming through the Dancing Hands of not just me, but you, too. Each circle is approximately 90 minutes long and while in our usual Quanta Circles where it is limited to just 14 participants, and all share even a sentence at the beginning and conclusion of each circle to participate, if we have more than 14, we will be having gentle time-keeping conditions during this time, plus also will create a special safe space JDH Quanta Infinity Circle group for you to share your experiences at length this weekend off-site/off of social media/but online.
I hope your days are a sumptuous feast of all the large and small drops of knowing and relearning that which makes our heart and prayers dance with the best and highest good of one and all.
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