Dear Beloved,

How are you? I hope this finds you and your own dancing hands and heart happy and well.

This is a brief love letter to you to let you know how much I’ve been thinking about you and our whole sparkling circle this summer and pray that you’ve been getting more play and sweet and well-deserved rest and replenishment. Isn’t that what summer has long been about?

In my last note to you all, I said that I had no idea when the next Dancing Hands Circle would or could be due to the travel schedules around here and our wild Blue yonder puppy’s training, but due to some new and intense needs within our beloved community and around the world especially with the rise of the Delta variant and its new challenges, I’d love to throw a very spontaneous Jane’s Dancing Hands (JDH) Love Fest Circle into the mix.

What is a JDH Love Fest?

Just before the Conversations with Source series a year and a half ago, the JDH Love Fest was then the latest incarnation of the evolution of the Dancing Hands, yet one I still haven’t shared much except with those in intense need or asking to do something “special” like a prayer circle.

To open it up:

• A JDH Love Fest is a unique weave of finely focused Source work through the dancing hands and the Language of Love while simultaneously revitalizing the myriad gifts of those who are gathered.
• In the past it has centered on one or two people or a central theme of vital healing or essential harmonizing, but this may shift for this circle inviting more in as Source is already calling this an “evolutionary circle.”
• The JDH Love Fests began in person, but we’ve had many online, too, as well as hybrids of some people Zooming in or joining from smartphones to our living rooms, offices, or dancing studios.
• In the JDH Love Fest, through this gift Source spontaneously calls on those gathered to participate in various ways – some as assistants, some as generators, others as curious viewers, students, or activated evolving souls to share or receive in a unique Source-led way.
• It is different than a normal private session or group JDH circle, and for me it feels a bit like being in a medical teaching coliseum, where Source will select one or many on which to work. I (Jane) may tell you what “we” are doing as we go or later, but as always, everyone receives, and the energy flows for only the best and highest good of each individually and all collectively.

The first time I saw what I think of as a medical coliseum for the Dancing Hands was in the earliest days of January 2016 when I was asked to work on U., the midwife of sweet Emily (wife of Source conduit, Abdy), while at his retreat in Costa Rica. When Virginie, another new friend, approached me with the news that Emily and Abdy’s beloved midwife and friend had been sick many days, unable to keep any food in and was very weak it was news to me. We were a large group; I’d been busy dancing with many since I’d arrived but was often slipping out to the waters by myself to be with the Pura Vida. Virginie further shared that after three days of U. still terribly sick, now that the recent storm waters had finally receded, the single dirt road through the stream was passable, and Abdy had just left the large round, wooden structure where we were camping to hike out and retrieve a truck to transport U. to the ER many, many miles away in town. Virginie emphatically asked if perhaps I would consider helping the midwife in the interim as she was dire. As with each request made of me that week, I was shocked. I was so new to my gift. I demurred that I could only try, again, shy that amongst all these longstanding healers and helpers. At the very least I could take a turn holding her hand.

I approached as U. rested atop her sleeping bag, introduced myself, and asked if she had any wish of my humble hands to dance for her health and best and highest good.

“Yes, that would be fine, thank you, but please do not be offended if I suddenly get up. I am so sick I’ve been running to the loo every 10 or 15 minutes for days.”

“Of course,” I replied. “You must do as you need, and I’ll be here to assist in any way you require.” Instantly my hands stretched over her belly and almost immediately I felt them open her skin on her abdomen.

“Surgery. We are doing surgery,” I heard. I wondered how I could possibly do this without someone to clamp back her flesh. I looked around and it was as if the platform was empty of 3D people, but it was then I instantly saw/felt/sensed not just all I needed around me in support as if I had a medical staff just through the veil, but I saw a huge coliseum of support – the “medical coliseum” of healers through time — appear up and around us, with scads of souls peering down on us much like one would at a thrilling match.

“All is well,” I heard and, “Please continue.”

I saw parasites crawling through U’s colon. I’d one seen something of this with one of my old pets and it can be horrifying, but in Source perfection I wasn’t fazed this day. I calmly and immediately began scooping them out, one by one until she was clean. My hands then did a final clean and then tidily closed everything back up. Just as I finished, sharing with U. that I was complete, someone ran in saying that Abdy was just coming up the road. U asked what time it was. We were surprised — nearly an hour had passed! U. rose without effort and thanked me, marveling that she’d not needed to go to the loo that whole time and already felt surprisingly better. She thanked me, requested I help her with her bag for the hospital, and I stuffed her sleeping bag into the big black bag and carried it across the platform as quickly as I could. The air felt different as she stepped off the platform and was loaded into the SUV. She waved and the light cut through the jungle air from the top of the volcano to her head and I just knew this was something quite new for me.

A week or so later, when I’d returned to Southern California, I got a message that as soon as she’d walked the little path from the platform to Abdy in the vehicle, she said to him, “I don’t think I need to go to the hospital, after all.”

The story, as relayed to me, was that Abdy said, “You’ve been sick for three days. I’m taking you to the ER to get looked at.”

“Abdy, seriously,” protested U. “I feel all better. I think Jane fixed it.”

“That may be, but we are still going to the ER to get checked,” replied Abdy.

And they did. She was checked. And U. was fine – no pain. No parasites. Nothing but smiles. And so, they released her to go home immediately.

I share this story to remind all who are reading this, all who are led to the work of these humble, still evolving dancing hands, to those whose hands dance beside me, or newly, or even fear their hands might move, or shouldn’t move, but pray they, too, are living for their best and highest good – we ALL have gifts in evolution and when we work shoulder to shoulder, using with honor and respect the Source-given/God-given/Goddess-blessed gifts to help, hold, and share from the bounty of goodness, not fritter away this precious life and love we’ve all been blessed to receive, we are living our truth. You are welcome here. You are invited to join me when the timing is next “right” for us to dance, work, learn, and evolve for sweetest, purest goodness’ sakes.

And when that is, yes, as you feel – bring your wishes, dreams, and intention, and we shall let Source show us what we are to be dancing. We may be seated or standing. We may be with or without music. We may be large or small, but as always, we are here for the best and highest good, only the best and highest good, everything else we release to the light to be transmuted to this light.

I hope to see you here and there again soon!

Until then…