First, before you do anything else, get yourself a fresh glass of water-fizzy, or flat, and take a big swallow. Ahh…Now, I have your full attention.
Heart Rays Original Art by Carola Marashi M.A. Intuitive Guide
Key #1:
Hydrate. What, Drink and Drive?
Yes. If you are hydrated, that means you’ve been drinking all day long; 8-10 glasses. You’ve been drinking while driving your most precious vehicle-your One and Only Body. Drinking all day long requires making YOU top priority!
You will trust your intuition when you trust your ability to take care of YOU!
You will trust reading and interpreting the signs that pop up on your radar.
Stop, Slow Down, Curves Ahead, Steep Grade…will make sense when you are well lubricated. Your body will run smoothly and safely.
Key #2
Listen to your Body Sensations.
You know the usual-ears burning, prickly back of the neck, chills running down your spine.
Develop a relationship with your body language. Your body never lies. Unfortunately you may have been taught to dull your senses. The good news is that remembering is much easier than learning something new. You are the Top expert of your body. The more you listen, the more you will trust reading your body signals. Seriously, trusting your intuition can save your life, or someone else.
Intuitive Reading by Carola Marashi M.A.
Key #3
First say Yes, then pause and reflect.
You remember multiple choice questions? Remember how everyone said-go with your first hunch? You might have thought it was random guessing, yet you were more often right. Wow! Who would have thought that was following your intuition?
Learning how to listen to your inner guide is remembering your first language: non-verbal body language. Subtle changes in heart beat and breath are loud to our inner ears. Develop a practice of listening and responding. Yoga, movement, laughter and being lighthearted are all pathways to trusting your intuition.
Intuitive Reading by Carola Marashi M.A.
3 Key Ingredients For Choosing Your Intuitive Guide
Generate an Appetite for Authenticity. Sniff out the real thing. Ask questions, be curious of what you Feel when you receive direction.
Strengthen Your Integrity by Leaning into It (InTUit). Welcome challenge. Command congruence from what you see, hear, and feel when you receive intuitive guidance.
Be specific with your inquiry. Details sharpen your discernment. Even knowing what you don’t want points you to what you do want.
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Do you yearn for someone to really listen and hear what you’re saying-not just your word content-but hear your soul speak? Do you desire for someone to see into you, not just look at you?
That’s what Shedding Skin Writing Practice does for me. At some point along my path-I realized I had to become what I desired. To be the therapist I desired. To be the friend I always wanted. To be the partner I wanted.
When my words reflect my soul, I vibrate. Literally I feel an inner hum inside me. Maybe it’s a human purr.
It’s my soul purpose to connect-intimately inside and outside, verbally and non-verbally, align completely my mind/body/spirit. No compromise.
What is Shedding Skin Writing Practice?
It’s writing from the inside-out. It’s following your heart and writing with your mind simultaneously.
It’s listening to your Heart Whisper and your Soul Roar.
The snake rubs up against something sharp to begin the shedding process. The snake will die of suffocation if it doesn’t shed its skin completely-even the covering of its’ eyes.
Shedding Skin writing practice includes witness. Your writing will scratch off old beliefs that don’t serve you any longer. Sharing your writing with witness sheds light into what is ready to emerge. Being heard-strips off layers and exposes your vulnerability. Even though it might feel like healthy skin coming off while reading your writing, it’s enlivening and necessary for growth of your soul.
Being seen and heard transforms pain into medicine, tragedy into comedy, and death into rebirth.
Shedding Skin writing practice is writing for transformation. Listen to your Heart Whisper and your Soul Roar.
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Heart Whisperer Carola Marashi M.A. Author, Transpersonal Therapist.
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Last Sunday in Portland’s Ecstatic Dance, someone stood up and said
“I’m from Grass Valley California, and our dance is ‘the cool’ dance. You know you can’t dance ugly when you’re all caught up in looking cool. I feel so at home in my skin here in Portland. Thanks for dropping your shit, and being real today.”
I don’t show up to dance to be- anything. Not cool. Not happy, or nice or spiritual. I show up to be…human.
Okay. I suck at being human. Right? To get here to dance, driving, I cut in front of people. I passed homeless folks without giving them money or even eye contact. I drank coffee and ate chocolate grown in non-sustainable farms. My ‘doggy bag’ was put into a styro-foam container.
…I arrive at dance. Rattled. Just drove through traffic. Highways. Tunnels. Bridges. Cars. Bicycles. Pedestrians. Dogs on leashes. Concrete. More concrete. I drank 2 shots of espresso. I’m wearing tight-clingy dance clothes. I drop on the dance floor.
Horizontal.
I sprawl flat and attempt to touch as much of my body from head to toe on the floor. My round skull feels lumpy. My bony protrusions-shoulder blades, elbows, hip bones and ankles feel extra large and it takes awhile for my body to let go. It’s like I am wearing a Fireman’s armor, and as I roll on the floor, I slowly shed it and maybe eventually I begin to feel my body touch the floor.
Sometimes someone else is rolling on the floor near me and I’ll roll over and join them in a contact dance. We’ll take turns smashing and rolling out each other’s crunchiness. One person is a rolling pin and the other person gets rolled flat like dough.
I often feel compressed-from the inside. Literally I am crowded with sensation. Even when I’m sitting still, inside I’m swirling. My mind is tossing and turning. My mental images might be strobing from all the visual input of my phone screen. My ears may be roaring from audio input-music, urban noise, recalling conversations and shouts of unsaid withholds to avoid conflict.
Then an ‘Angel’ appears and squeezes me. My outside is squeezed, like how my insides feel cramped.
At first, I can barely gasp for air. I die. The ‘old’ life is squeezed out of me. The agitated, eager, caffeinated part of me surrenders under the external pressure of human pressing human, and what remains is humble, vulnerable, naked human . I go from solitude to intimacy. Inside the hug- My heart beats with their heart. And then I have to let go. Present tense human pressing me flat-pushes out past tense survival skills. The ‘Now’ me dominates the old me.
The smush of body weight against the floor feels like a full body hug.
Now, let’s return to ‘ecstatic dance’.
ecstasy Latin from Greek ekstasis ‘standing outside oneself’.
Ecstatic Dance: To move, flail in rhythmic motion, a spontaneous combustion of authenticity in human form.
To be an empathic, sensitive, authentic Human Being
demands discernment;
requires choosing responsibly;
feeds on doing service;
and produces compassion-
AFTER LOT’S OF DANCING.
My greatest desire is that eventually, by the end of 90 minutes of sweating my prayers, I’ll become human again. Naked under my skin.
Vinn Marti -Arjuna, Father of Soul Motion says “Dance ugly and drool”.
When I’m dancing, I feel my roots. Around my tail bone and between my legs, I feel energy.
My heart twinges, my skin tingles.
Energy enters me from the soles of my feet runs through the palms of my hands and blows out from the top of my head. And then energy enters me from the palms of my hands and dances out my feet. I am spontaneously combusting love.
When I show up, my presence makes a difference. There is no doubt that my dance impacts my world.
Every breath ripples laughter in and out of me. Laughter moves me. Joy moves me. Gratitude blasts through my body like sonic waves. I am Boundless. I Defy gravity. Lyrical comes to me. I am danced.
Vibrating, purring. I hum. I am humble.
Titilated. Every cell stimulated.
My skin wrapper is glittering.
Being Human is the Real Spiritual Practice.
Solitude. Intimate. Vulnerable. Humble. This is how I feel when I’m naked under my skin.
No more playing Invisible, Hide ‘N’ Seek, or Catch Me if You Can!
It takes Courage to Love and right now, my heart is sore. I’m hitting up against walls, heart walls.
I crave intimacy.
My defenses crumble. My heart cracks open.
Joy and pleasure demand more room in my heart.
Love expands me. I take up more space.
I make more sound. I cry more.
It takes Courage to Love.
I am falling in love with me who is falling in love.
What sounds do I make when my Heart is Open?
I sigh.
I breathe in contentment.
My voice is soft.
My jaw relaxes. I salivate. My lips are soft and wet. I round out vowels and consonants.
I speak slow and melodic.
Listening to my Heart is ALOT slower than listening to my mind. A Shaman in San Antonio, Texas said to me:
Close your eyes.
Your eyes go straight to your head and play tricks on you.
Open your ears.
Your ears go straight to your Heart.
Listen to your Heart,
not your Mind.
It takes patience to listen to my heart when it hurts! It’s like learning a new language.
I listen to my intuition:
Your heart contracts in pain. Your heart is tightly bound up with thick layers of scar tissue. Sensations come through delayed and distorted.
Pause. Reflect. No need to react.
Breathe deep into your belly. Your heart softens and expands now that you’re cracking open. Yes. Your wall is cracking.
Now speak with your heart open.
(Usually it’s just one syllable.)
Ouch.
Geez! Just one word-
“OUCH!”
That’s all I need to say when I’m hurting and don’t know what else to say?
When I hear someone else say “Ouch!” Literally I’m all ears. Willing and compassionate.
As a ‘tough kid’ I made some strong promises to protect myself.
What I thought was holding my heart up has been holding me down.
Instead of free of pain, I’ve been caged.
My defenses have strict rules:
“Do not desire anything that you can’t control.” Especially home, family, security.
“You can take my Body, but you can’t take my Soul.” It’s easy to check out and dis-engage from any scene if I don’t like what’s going on. Besides, No one is really counting on me.
“Be vague and aloof and then No One gets hurt.” Namely- Me.
I built this wall around me. Brick by brick so that by the time I was 9 years old, you couldn’t hurt me. My wall proved to work. I survived physical abuse, neglect, and starvation. My older brothers didn’t seem to fare as well. At 9 years old I believed “They must have been too soft.”
My Motto: “I’m tough. I’m too smart for that. You can’t touch me on the inside.”
I trained my ears and eyes to protect me from getting hurt. Growing up hitch hiking, hanging out in bars, and living on the streets, I developed a sharp intuition. To this day voice inflection, posture, even the smell of pain and anger make me duck and hide. My skill for perceiving distress is Hyper Developed. I can smell Anger, Sadness, Anxiety, Grief a mile away. Gestures like furrowed eye brows, tense jaws, clenched fists, slumped shoulders, rubbing forehead, wringing hands, leaning backward or shallow breathing are neon signs blinking ‘beware’.
The Sounds of Pain and Distress are Loudest.
The slightest change in a person’s voice speaks volumes! Pitch, tone, rhythm of speech floods my auditory field. Sometimes I can barely hear the words. The sound of emotion drowns out the content.
I am quick to interpret your non-verbal gestures. And I Dash- Dart- Duck- Dive or Dodge- without you even noticing. You know, emotionally disappear while acting like I’m engaged. I am sad to admit that with 12 years of therapy and a Master’s Degree in Psychology, I believed my emotions were invisible. My Totem Animal is Opossum! I really thought I could play dead. Until a housemate said to me:
“Carola, when you think you’re invisible, you suck the oxygen out of the room!”
Turning attention toward pleasure and joy is real Mastery. I spent a weekend in a ‘Rivers of Joy’ Family Constellation workshop with Stephen Victor. I discovered that I’m lonely behind my wall. Aloof and arrogant may keep me from having a broken heart, yet it is exhausting to maintain.
My innocence desires authentic connection.
My integrity requires me to be congruent with my word.
A few years ago I taught obese children and their families healthy eating at the YMCA. By simply showing up, the parents demonstrated that they loved their children. I had to follow their love muscle. I couldn’t follow what my mind ‘saw’ which was – parents feeding their kids junk food. Following my heart, listening to my heart, I let love lead. I was able to engage them and build trust and build relationship. I had to demonstrate compassion. They followed. I had to show them my heart-that led them to their heart. My heart was naked and exposed.
Vulnerability clears a room full of arrogance.
It takes Courage to Love.
Courage to Love requires a soft heart.
Courage to Love requires I drop defenses.
Courage to Love means I feel alive! Joy! Pleasure! and Pain.
A soft, plump heart pumping courage to love might feel naked and exposed, yet it glistens with resilience.
An Open Heart Melts Fear into a River of Joy.
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Do you feel your Heart aching to Expand?Are you Falling in Love with YOU who’s falling in Love?Can you say YES to Courage to Love?My sessions are intended to help you listen to your heart’s desire.971-238-6282 (Customary love offering $1 per minute.)
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It takes Courage to Love. Your answers are inside you.
Learning how to listen and respond to your intuition can save your life or the life of someone else. Read more here about trusting your intuition.
Thanks for reading my blog!
Shedding Skin,
Carola
If you find yourself hesitating, doubting yourself, or questioning your inner voice, I am here to serve you. I listen with soft ears and open heart.
It takes Courage to Love. Your answers are inside you.
971-238-6282 (Customary love offering $1 per minute.)
Loving the Pacific NW Tilt,
Carola Marashi M.A. Published Author, Therapist, Writing Coach30 years of professional experience.Carola Marashi has a Master’s Degree in Transpersonal Psychology and is a published author of 2 books: Sensual Eating; and Sacred Dance ( includes a 22 Card divination deck of her original artwork).
Carola listens with soft ears and an open heart and mind. Her soul purpose is to help others follow their heart, trust their intuition, discover and walk their path.Sessions can be on the phone or skype. Carola lives near Portland Oregon with her beloved, cat and a garden blossoming with love.
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“Carola’s intuition ability is excellent! Through her fine-tuned listening, she helped me unearth core areas in my personal life that had been unexamined; she supported me to become more empowered and clear.”
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The snake rubs up against something sharp to begin the shedding process. The snake will die of suffocation if it doesn’t shed its skin completely-even the covering of its’ eyes.
Cars. Bicycles. Pedestrians. Dogs on leashes. Concrete. More concrete. I drank 2 shots of espresso. I’m wearing tight-clingy dance clothes. I drop on the dance floor. 
Even when I’m sitting still, inside I’m swirling. My mind is tossing and turning. My mental images might be strobing from all the visual input of my phone screen. My ears may be roaring from audio input-music, urban noise, recalling conversations and shouts of unsaid withholds to avoid conflict. 
My defenses have strict rules:
It takes Courage to Love.
Carola Marashi has a Master’s Degree in Transpersonal Psychology and is a published author of 2 books: Sensual Eating; and Sacred Dance ( includes a 22 Card divination deck of her original artwork).
