Greetings All:
Saturday I attending a wonderful small fair in Ocean Shores Washington. Fine assortment of vendors including Dolly Mae, a wonderful readers and intuitive who taught workshops on Indigo Children and The Power of Your Name.
I saw clients at my booth and also taught a workshop on intuition called "Hogwarts Adult Continuing Education" I had a full house of students all wishing they had recieved an invitation to Hogwarts like Harry Potter did!
I am teaching a one day workshop in Intuition in Olympia, WA on a Saturday at the end of September. If youare interested in attending it is $100.00 and class space is limited so contact me soon!
All is well in Olympia, Washington. Blessings to you!
In grace and ease,
Cathy Pfeil
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Dreaming
I have written several articles about the transformational experience I had because of a car crash in 1988. I spoke with Angels, had a near death experience with all the bells and whistles and was offered an opportunity to remain on this planet as a healer. Like many people who’s lives are transformed because of a near death experience, I tried to avoid the new spiritual direction I was being guided towards. Even in the middle of talking to Angels I believed I knew what was right for me in my life. All this healing stuff was just a little too far out for me. I had been a kindergarten teacher before the crash. I had an identity and group of ideas about who I was and what I was about in my life. I was in control.
After the crash all my identifying labels fell away. I was no longer the person I had been. The only thing I knew about myself for sure was that I now was a patient. Maintaining my amateur status, but taking my being a patient seriously enough to have been able to qualify for some weird patient Olympics. I was still just learning to walk, Physical Therapy was a regular event in my life and I still had more surgeries ahead of me.
I felt I needed to connect back into my previous life and though I made an attempt to move back into my old life but it became clear teaching kindergarten was not going to work. I took a position working for the local congresswoman helping constituents who needed assistance with federal government agencies. I am very grateful for having that job. It occupied my time in a worthwhile way during a time of intense personal healing and growth.
I continued to have people seek me out for healings while I worked for the Congresswoman. I even arranged to use the back of a small downtown shop to see my first clients, and I was surprised that people actually came in to see me. Every thing was going well until one day when the congresswoman came in. “ I am going to downsize this office”, she said. “I am going to need one of you to quit by the end of the year”. I was very surprised to see my hand shoot up and I heard myself say, “I’m ready to go”. I had to break it to my husband Chuck that I had just quit my job. I had no idea what I was going to do. I did not know what had made me say I would quit. I worked until the end of the year and started the New Year off by sleeping a lot. I was scared. I had no idea what I was to do next. I felt as if I was falling and had no control over what was happening to me. I still was having a steady stream of clients coming to me, more than before even, but I felt out of control. I was used to living my life with both my hands firmly on the steering wheel and my foot on the break. What was happening to me was not normal. I felt weird and I didn’t have a normal job. I didn’t even know what to call myself, “What do you do again? Clairvoyant? Intuitive? Healer? What does that mean exactly?” The dreaded word psychic kept creeping into my explanation. So I slept, a lot. Somehow in this dream world that had begun to open for me, a picture began to form. A picture of who I was and what I was about. I dreamt I was in a gazebo surrounded by a field of flowers. There were people around me. They had come to see me and to have a cup of tea. They were there only to be with me and to experience this intense feeling of compassion. I was not being expected to be anything I was not. I just had to be available.
One day as I was walking in downtown Olympia I heard my teacher’s voice. “There is an office available for you in this building”, he said. “Go in now and ask about it”. I stood before the Security Building downtown. I had never been in the building before. As I walked in my fears rose up, “There probably isn’t a space for rent”, I said to myself. “It will be too much money”. During this intense mind chatter I heard my teacher say ”there is a space for you, just a small space, just big enough and it is just the right price.” Angels pushed and prodded me up stairs and to the building’s office manager. “No I am sorry, there is nothing available right now”, the woman behind the desk said. “Thanks anyway” I said and turned to leave. “Oh, wait a minute. I do have one opening coming up at the end of the month, but it is kind of small.”
She showed me into a small narrow room. The ceiling was very high with a tall window. “I’ll take it,” I said. Then I had to go home and break it to Chuck that not only had I quit my job but also now I had rented an office. I had taken my foot off the break petal. I had said “yes “ to whatever the adventure held, and I went for it.
Today I can talk about marketing strategies and the importance of an active database. I have years of experience promoting my successful private practice and classes. But when I started all I knew was to raise my hand and say, “I’m ready to go” and be continually willing to take my foot off the brake and to simply be what I am.
In your life right now there is a place where Spirit is asking you to take your foot off the break. You will know where you are breaking because it is the place of the most resistance in your life. There is not a trick to move toward this thing called faith; it is only in the doing of it that it becomes your way.
As the time to move into that first office approached I made a flyer that said “Clairvoyant Healings” and began to put them around town. I bought two chairs and an appointment book just in case someone called. They did.
After the crash all my identifying labels fell away. I was no longer the person I had been. The only thing I knew about myself for sure was that I now was a patient. Maintaining my amateur status, but taking my being a patient seriously enough to have been able to qualify for some weird patient Olympics. I was still just learning to walk, Physical Therapy was a regular event in my life and I still had more surgeries ahead of me.
I felt I needed to connect back into my previous life and though I made an attempt to move back into my old life but it became clear teaching kindergarten was not going to work. I took a position working for the local congresswoman helping constituents who needed assistance with federal government agencies. I am very grateful for having that job. It occupied my time in a worthwhile way during a time of intense personal healing and growth.
I continued to have people seek me out for healings while I worked for the Congresswoman. I even arranged to use the back of a small downtown shop to see my first clients, and I was surprised that people actually came in to see me. Every thing was going well until one day when the congresswoman came in. “ I am going to downsize this office”, she said. “I am going to need one of you to quit by the end of the year”. I was very surprised to see my hand shoot up and I heard myself say, “I’m ready to go”. I had to break it to my husband Chuck that I had just quit my job. I had no idea what I was going to do. I did not know what had made me say I would quit. I worked until the end of the year and started the New Year off by sleeping a lot. I was scared. I had no idea what I was to do next. I felt as if I was falling and had no control over what was happening to me. I still was having a steady stream of clients coming to me, more than before even, but I felt out of control. I was used to living my life with both my hands firmly on the steering wheel and my foot on the break. What was happening to me was not normal. I felt weird and I didn’t have a normal job. I didn’t even know what to call myself, “What do you do again? Clairvoyant? Intuitive? Healer? What does that mean exactly?” The dreaded word psychic kept creeping into my explanation. So I slept, a lot. Somehow in this dream world that had begun to open for me, a picture began to form. A picture of who I was and what I was about. I dreamt I was in a gazebo surrounded by a field of flowers. There were people around me. They had come to see me and to have a cup of tea. They were there only to be with me and to experience this intense feeling of compassion. I was not being expected to be anything I was not. I just had to be available.
One day as I was walking in downtown Olympia I heard my teacher’s voice. “There is an office available for you in this building”, he said. “Go in now and ask about it”. I stood before the Security Building downtown. I had never been in the building before. As I walked in my fears rose up, “There probably isn’t a space for rent”, I said to myself. “It will be too much money”. During this intense mind chatter I heard my teacher say ”there is a space for you, just a small space, just big enough and it is just the right price.” Angels pushed and prodded me up stairs and to the building’s office manager. “No I am sorry, there is nothing available right now”, the woman behind the desk said. “Thanks anyway” I said and turned to leave. “Oh, wait a minute. I do have one opening coming up at the end of the month, but it is kind of small.”
She showed me into a small narrow room. The ceiling was very high with a tall window. “I’ll take it,” I said. Then I had to go home and break it to Chuck that not only had I quit my job but also now I had rented an office. I had taken my foot off the break petal. I had said “yes “ to whatever the adventure held, and I went for it.
Today I can talk about marketing strategies and the importance of an active database. I have years of experience promoting my successful private practice and classes. But when I started all I knew was to raise my hand and say, “I’m ready to go” and be continually willing to take my foot off the brake and to simply be what I am.
In your life right now there is a place where Spirit is asking you to take your foot off the break. You will know where you are breaking because it is the place of the most resistance in your life. There is not a trick to move toward this thing called faith; it is only in the doing of it that it becomes your way.
As the time to move into that first office approached I made a flyer that said “Clairvoyant Healings” and began to put them around town. I bought two chairs and an appointment book just in case someone called. They did.
How I started my practice
I have written several articles about the transformational experience I had because of a car crash in 1988. I spoke with Angels, had a near death experience with all the bells and whistles and was offered an opportunity to remain on this planet as a healer. Like many people who’s lives are transformed because of a near death experience, I tried to avoid the new spiritual direction I was being guided towards. Even in the middle of talking to Angels I believed I knew what was right for me in my life. All this healing stuff was just a little too far out for me. I had been a kindergarten teacher before the crash. I had an identity and group of ideas about who I was and what I was about in my life. I was in control.
After the crash all my identifying labels fell away. I was no longer the person I had been. The only thing I knew about myself for sure was that I now was a patient. Maintaining my amateur status, but taking my being a patient seriously enough to have been able to qualify for some weird patient Olympics. I was still just learning to walk, Physical Therapy was a regular event in my life and I still had more surgeries ahead of me.
I felt I needed to connect back into my previous life and though I made an attempt to move back into my old life but it became clear teaching kindergarten was not going to work. I took a position working for the local congresswoman helping constituents who needed assistance with federal government agencies. I am very grateful for having that job. It occupied my time in a worthwhile way during a time of intense personal healing and growth.
I continued to have people seek me out for healings while I worked for the Congresswoman. I even arranged to use the back of a small downtown shop to see my first clients, and I was surprised that people actually came in to see me. Every thing was going well until one day when the congresswoman came in. “ I am going to downsize this office”, she said. “I am going to need one of you to quit by the end of the year”. I was very surprised to see my hand shoot up and I heard myself say, “I’m ready to go”. I had to break it to my husband Chuck that I had just quit my job. I had no idea what I was going to do. I did not know what had made me say I would quit. I worked until the end of the year and started the New Year off by sleeping a lot. I was scared. I had no idea what I was to do next. I felt as if I was falling and had no control over what was happening to me. I still was having a steady stream of clients coming to me, more than before even, but I felt out of control. I was used to living my life with both my hands firmly on the steering wheel and my foot on the break. What was happening to me was not normal. I felt weird and I didn’t have a normal job. I didn’t even know what to call myself, “What do you do again? Clairvoyant? Intuitive? Healer? What does that mean exactly?” The dreaded word psychic kept creeping into my explanation. So I slept, a lot. Somehow in this dream world that had begun to open for me, a picture began to form. A picture of who I was and what I was about. I dreamt I was in a gazebo surrounded by a field of flowers. There were people around me. They had come to see me and to have a cup of tea. They were there only to be with me and to experience this intense feeling of compassion. I was not being expected to be anything I was not. I just had to be available.
One day as I was walking in downtown Olympia I heard my teacher’s voice. “There is an office available for you in this building”, he said. “Go in now and ask about it”. I stood before the Security Building downtown. I had never been in the building before. As I walked in my fears rose up, “There probably isn’t a space for rent”, I said to myself. “It will be too much money”. During this intense mind chatter I heard my teacher say ”there is a space for you, just a small space, just big enough and it is just the right price.” Angels pushed and prodded me up stairs and to the building’s office manager. “No I am sorry, there is nothing available right now”, the woman behind the desk said. “Thanks anyway” I said and turned to leave. “Oh, wait a minute. I do have one opening coming up at the end of the month, but it is kind of small.”
She showed me into a small narrow room. The ceiling was very high with a tall window. “I’ll take it,” I said. Then I had to go home and break it to Chuck that not only had I quit my job but also now I had rented an office. I had taken my foot off the break petal. I had said “yes “ to whatever the adventure held, and I went for it.
Today I can talk about marketing strategies and the importance of an active database. I have years of experience promoting my successful private practice and classes. But when I started all I knew was to raise my hand and say, “I’m ready to go” and be continually willing to take my foot off the brake and to simply be what I am.
In your life right now there is a place where Spirit is asking you to take your foot off the break. You will know where you are breaking because it is the place of the most resistance in your life. There is not a trick to move toward this thing called faith; it is only in the doing of it that it becomes your way.
As the time to move into that first office approached I made a flyer that said “Clairvoyant Healings” and began to put them around town. I bought two chairs and an appointment book just in case someone called. They did.
After the crash all my identifying labels fell away. I was no longer the person I had been. The only thing I knew about myself for sure was that I now was a patient. Maintaining my amateur status, but taking my being a patient seriously enough to have been able to qualify for some weird patient Olympics. I was still just learning to walk, Physical Therapy was a regular event in my life and I still had more surgeries ahead of me.
I felt I needed to connect back into my previous life and though I made an attempt to move back into my old life but it became clear teaching kindergarten was not going to work. I took a position working for the local congresswoman helping constituents who needed assistance with federal government agencies. I am very grateful for having that job. It occupied my time in a worthwhile way during a time of intense personal healing and growth.
I continued to have people seek me out for healings while I worked for the Congresswoman. I even arranged to use the back of a small downtown shop to see my first clients, and I was surprised that people actually came in to see me. Every thing was going well until one day when the congresswoman came in. “ I am going to downsize this office”, she said. “I am going to need one of you to quit by the end of the year”. I was very surprised to see my hand shoot up and I heard myself say, “I’m ready to go”. I had to break it to my husband Chuck that I had just quit my job. I had no idea what I was going to do. I did not know what had made me say I would quit. I worked until the end of the year and started the New Year off by sleeping a lot. I was scared. I had no idea what I was to do next. I felt as if I was falling and had no control over what was happening to me. I still was having a steady stream of clients coming to me, more than before even, but I felt out of control. I was used to living my life with both my hands firmly on the steering wheel and my foot on the break. What was happening to me was not normal. I felt weird and I didn’t have a normal job. I didn’t even know what to call myself, “What do you do again? Clairvoyant? Intuitive? Healer? What does that mean exactly?” The dreaded word psychic kept creeping into my explanation. So I slept, a lot. Somehow in this dream world that had begun to open for me, a picture began to form. A picture of who I was and what I was about. I dreamt I was in a gazebo surrounded by a field of flowers. There were people around me. They had come to see me and to have a cup of tea. They were there only to be with me and to experience this intense feeling of compassion. I was not being expected to be anything I was not. I just had to be available.
One day as I was walking in downtown Olympia I heard my teacher’s voice. “There is an office available for you in this building”, he said. “Go in now and ask about it”. I stood before the Security Building downtown. I had never been in the building before. As I walked in my fears rose up, “There probably isn’t a space for rent”, I said to myself. “It will be too much money”. During this intense mind chatter I heard my teacher say ”there is a space for you, just a small space, just big enough and it is just the right price.” Angels pushed and prodded me up stairs and to the building’s office manager. “No I am sorry, there is nothing available right now”, the woman behind the desk said. “Thanks anyway” I said and turned to leave. “Oh, wait a minute. I do have one opening coming up at the end of the month, but it is kind of small.”
She showed me into a small narrow room. The ceiling was very high with a tall window. “I’ll take it,” I said. Then I had to go home and break it to Chuck that not only had I quit my job but also now I had rented an office. I had taken my foot off the break petal. I had said “yes “ to whatever the adventure held, and I went for it.
Today I can talk about marketing strategies and the importance of an active database. I have years of experience promoting my successful private practice and classes. But when I started all I knew was to raise my hand and say, “I’m ready to go” and be continually willing to take my foot off the brake and to simply be what I am.
In your life right now there is a place where Spirit is asking you to take your foot off the break. You will know where you are breaking because it is the place of the most resistance in your life. There is not a trick to move toward this thing called faith; it is only in the doing of it that it becomes your way.
As the time to move into that first office approached I made a flyer that said “Clairvoyant Healings” and began to put them around town. I bought two chairs and an appointment book just in case someone called. They did.
Traveling with Spirit
On a recent trip down to California I arrived at the San Francisco airport late and had missed my small commuter plane connection. I was told that because of overbooking it was highly unlikely that a stand-by seat into the small airport I was flying to would be available that day. They issued me a ticket flying to another location back up the coast and then on from there to my final destination. This would have delayed my arrival until late in the evening. After being on a plane since 6 a.m. additional flying up and down the coast several times was not high on my list of fun ways to spend the day.
I asked the ticket agent to put me on stand by anyway, just in case I could get on the plane. I went to work immediately. I sat facing the doorway that would lead me out to board the plane. I centered myself, I imagined a cord going down from the base of my spine to the center of the Earth and anchoring me. I imagined the top of my head open and energy from Spirit flowing through me. I began my prayer: I know there is one divine force at work in the universe. I waited until that truth resonated through me. I am part of that force, part of spirit manifesting in this body and this experience. I aligned myself with that truth and felt it deep inside. I am grateful for boarding the next commuter plane and arriving at my destination. I felt what it was like to hear my name being called to board the plane. I felt myself pick up my bags and hurry up to the line. I heard the ticket agent say, “You got on the plane!” I imagined the wind hit my face as I walked across the tarmac to board and climbing the steps up into the small plane. I imagined sitting down and facing my seatbelt. I imagined the take of, the flight and the landing. I imagined my friends greeting me at my destination and what that would feel like to receive their hugs. I moved into this experience until it was so real I could smell the smells and be totally in the experience.
I now give thanks for this experience and release it as in completion and done. I continued to repeat this process until the moment came that the plane was boarding. My name was called. I stood up and grabbed my bags just as I had envisioned. The ticket agent said, “I don’t know how this happened, but you are on this flight.”
Knowing there is one force in the universe, connecting to that force, stating my positive affirmation, giving thanks and letting go.
I asked the ticket agent to put me on stand by anyway, just in case I could get on the plane. I went to work immediately. I sat facing the doorway that would lead me out to board the plane. I centered myself, I imagined a cord going down from the base of my spine to the center of the Earth and anchoring me. I imagined the top of my head open and energy from Spirit flowing through me. I began my prayer: I know there is one divine force at work in the universe. I waited until that truth resonated through me. I am part of that force, part of spirit manifesting in this body and this experience. I aligned myself with that truth and felt it deep inside. I am grateful for boarding the next commuter plane and arriving at my destination. I felt what it was like to hear my name being called to board the plane. I felt myself pick up my bags and hurry up to the line. I heard the ticket agent say, “You got on the plane!” I imagined the wind hit my face as I walked across the tarmac to board and climbing the steps up into the small plane. I imagined sitting down and facing my seatbelt. I imagined the take of, the flight and the landing. I imagined my friends greeting me at my destination and what that would feel like to receive their hugs. I moved into this experience until it was so real I could smell the smells and be totally in the experience.
I now give thanks for this experience and release it as in completion and done. I continued to repeat this process until the moment came that the plane was boarding. My name was called. I stood up and grabbed my bags just as I had envisioned. The ticket agent said, “I don’t know how this happened, but you are on this flight.”
Knowing there is one force in the universe, connecting to that force, stating my positive affirmation, giving thanks and letting go.
Spiritual Transformation
I am really good at huge events that create transformation in my life. Because I have chosen huge 100-mph in-your-face experiences to "get it" I now choose to get my life lessons without a big bonk.
When I fly I always do a quick check of everyone's energy before boarding. I had the idea that if with my psychic eye if something was wrong I would not get on the plane and somehow save myself from doom.
As I sat down in my seat with the in focus intensity of something very out of the ordinary. I centered myself and went within to ask what was happening. I thought emergency landing and I knew I was part of whatever was about to unfold and did not even consider getting off the plane.
A very old couple boarded and sat next to me. She was too confused to engage in a conversation. Morning coffee was passed out and the immediately picked back up because of the turbulence we were experiencing. No one was moving around the cabin; the flight attendants were all safely buckled in.
The elderly man next to me asked to get out and went down to the bathroom. As I turned towards his wife she said, "He has had a heart attack before and I think he is
going to die this time." I pushed my assistance button and an attendant met me. "There is a man in the bathroom having a heart attack', I said. The attendants went to assist
the man. I went back to my seat and began to talk to his wife. Again she could not answer. I realized that it was highly unlikely that she had spoken to me about her
out loud. I had heard her inner plea to help her husband.
Moments later I was asked to exchange seats with a paramedic that was going to assist. The plane wa bouncing along and with everyone else safely in their seatbelts as the entire plane focused on getting me safely to that seat. Each person held my arms as I passed them. I looked down the isle at the beautiful faces of these strangers who had been for that instant connected in a higher purpose.
There is a wonderful exercise call the Angel Walk. The two
lines face each other and one at a time walki with our eyes closed down the middle. People gently touch and support you on your journey. We sing, "How could anyone every tell you, you were anything less that beautiful, how could anyone every tell you, you were less than whole…"
Down the isle of the plane I walked. Surrounded by my “Angels”. As I walked I said to myself, "I am supported by the Universe. My path is made easy by the support of those who surround me." The words of the song came flooding back, "How deeply we are connected in our souls."
We made an emergency landing and the couple disembarked to receive medical care. The moment ended, people fell back into their own agendas. Complaints of missing connecting flights and grumbling replaced the precious moments that had just proceeded. I however hold the memory and speak to you with the knowledge that youdon't have to huge experience happen to you to be in the presence of Angels. Even a walk down the isle of a plane can change your life.
When I fly I always do a quick check of everyone's energy before boarding. I had the idea that if with my psychic eye if something was wrong I would not get on the plane and somehow save myself from doom.
As I sat down in my seat with the in focus intensity of something very out of the ordinary. I centered myself and went within to ask what was happening. I thought emergency landing and I knew I was part of whatever was about to unfold and did not even consider getting off the plane.
A very old couple boarded and sat next to me. She was too confused to engage in a conversation. Morning coffee was passed out and the immediately picked back up because of the turbulence we were experiencing. No one was moving around the cabin; the flight attendants were all safely buckled in.
The elderly man next to me asked to get out and went down to the bathroom. As I turned towards his wife she said, "He has had a heart attack before and I think he is
going to die this time." I pushed my assistance button and an attendant met me. "There is a man in the bathroom having a heart attack', I said. The attendants went to assist
the man. I went back to my seat and began to talk to his wife. Again she could not answer. I realized that it was highly unlikely that she had spoken to me about her
out loud. I had heard her inner plea to help her husband.
Moments later I was asked to exchange seats with a paramedic that was going to assist. The plane wa bouncing along and with everyone else safely in their seatbelts as the entire plane focused on getting me safely to that seat. Each person held my arms as I passed them. I looked down the isle at the beautiful faces of these strangers who had been for that instant connected in a higher purpose.
There is a wonderful exercise call the Angel Walk. The two
lines face each other and one at a time walki with our eyes closed down the middle. People gently touch and support you on your journey. We sing, "How could anyone every tell you, you were anything less that beautiful, how could anyone every tell you, you were less than whole…"
Down the isle of the plane I walked. Surrounded by my “Angels”. As I walked I said to myself, "I am supported by the Universe. My path is made easy by the support of those who surround me." The words of the song came flooding back, "How deeply we are connected in our souls."
We made an emergency landing and the couple disembarked to receive medical care. The moment ended, people fell back into their own agendas. Complaints of missing connecting flights and grumbling replaced the precious moments that had just proceeded. I however hold the memory and speak to you with the knowledge that youdon't have to huge experience happen to you to be in the presence of Angels. Even a walk down the isle of a plane can change your life.
More about Night School
Night School
Since 1988 I have been attending a series of special classes in my dreams. I have graduated from 4 separate “Night Universities” and today continue with taking special classes, but primarily I teach and do healing work in my dreams.
The dreams began shortly after my spiritual awakening in 1988. I had a near death experience after my family was involved in a car crash. Because of internal injuries I had emergency surgery that left an incision from pelvic bone to sternum. I woke in the hospital with several light beings around my bed. They had long delicate fingers that seemed to weave the air above my stomach. Explaining to me that the surgeon had done all he could to repair the damage, they began the delicate work of repairing the field above my body. I thought they were playing the piano. “We will show you this technique later,” they said. And they kept their promise. The first healing technique I was taught in night school was how to extend my fingers into long beams of light that could knit together what appears to me as a multi-layered grid surrounding the body.
The night school time has always occurred between 12:00 a.m. and 4:45 a.m. “Night School” dreaming begins after a short period of regular dreams that often intertwines the day’s events or situations. School often begins with an experience of traveling. When my night studies began in 1988 every dream began in the same way. I would be propelled through a tunnel of light. As time went on I became very curious and wanted to learn more about the tunnel. I learned to slow down and actually look at the tunnel. It was math formulas and geometric shapes. I have always thought it was humorous that this piece of information would be revealed to me since I have always had such trouble with numbers. The secret of the “tunnel formula” is definitely safe with me.
On the other end of the tunnel was always a park-like setting with a carved stone bench and a water fountain. A teacher would come towards me and we would walk or sit together and discuss what the class was to be about. My first classes were the longest, sometimes lasting several months on one concept. Other times a lesson would happen in one night. As I learned about one subject I would be offered opportunities in waking state following the teaching to test out the level of my new understanding.
I had been going to the temple courtyard in my dreams for over a year when I attended a slide presentation of sacred sites. One of the slides showed my bench. I got so excited I made the woman giving the presentation back the slide until I could really look at the picture. I explained the temple building to the side of the bench, the fountain and the hills that surrounded them. “It is exactly as you are saying. So you have been to Malta?” she asked. “Yes”, I answered, “last night in my dream I was there in class”. In my dream my Malta classroom is a thriving present time reality. The fountain bubbles and it is lush and green.
My first two years in night school was just like waking state. There was always a physical setting, like the Malta temple, and human beings. As time went on school became much more complicated. I began to experience myself and the other participants in different forms, such as dolphin-like beings, feline looking “lion persons”. The form that I take most frequently now is as a very tall light being. I realized that if my teachers would have started with these images it would have been too much for my sleepy humanness to take in. I am always grateful to my teachers for the gentle way they allowed me to grow. I strive to offer my students, both in day school and night school, the same gift.
Now my experience in night school varies depending on what I am doing. Sometimes the dreams begin with a meeting with other beings. Sometimes I go directly to a place and begin to work with someone. When I first began to receive teachings I thought all the teachers I worked with were angels or guides. As my work has grown to include doing teaching and healing in dreams, I now appear as that same kind of teacher I believed to be Angels.
Often my night school travels take me to a real earth location. I belong to a group of beings that work regularly on a specific tall narrow pyramid in Guatemala. From the top of this location I work with energies that are connected around the planet between this pyramid and other sacred sites. This next spring I will be traveling in waking state to visit this site.
Sometimes the people I work with in dreamtime find me. A woman came into my office for an appointment. She began to cry as she came in. She said she had a very difficult period the month before and had prayed for an Angel to help her. I had appeared in her dream comforting her and told her to “go see Cathy Pfeil”. I even spelled my name out for her explaining it was a difficult spelling. She was very surprised to find her special Angel was a regular person! I asked her what I was wearing in the dream and she described a new dress I had recently purchased. In her dream I appeared exactly as I am in waking life.
In dream state I created myself the same, no beautiful long legged body, no thick wavy hair, just me. I asked my night school teachers why I would do that if I could create myself anyway I wanted in dreams. “You can create yourself anyway you want in dream state, but you can in your waking life too”. He said, “You are completely your manifestation.”
Without fail as soon as night school ends I wake up. Waking up seems to be a method I use to help me remember my lessons. I then fall back to sleep and spend from 4:45 to the time I wake up in the morning taking specific questions into dream and receiving answers. I wake and sleep in cycles that allow me to maintain a lucid interactive state. I ask questions about the teachings I am receiving and about things happening in my personal life. I also spend time in active prayer and healing for people who have asked me to do long distance work with them.
I remember my dreams as if they are waking state. To me everything that happens in my dreams are as real as what happens in my waking life. One of the impacts this has had on my life is the realization that waking state is as richly symbolic as dream state. In my dream state I am involved in a moving tapestry of images and teachings in which I interact. I now live in my waking life in a tapestry of images that I interact with at the same level of lucidity and conscious creation.
If I have trouble interpreting what just happened or it seems too complicated, I ask for the teaching again in a simpler form. I know the next dream will be the simpler version. If I still don’t understand I keep asking for simpler dreams until it is clear. Then the dreams reverse and become more complicated until I am back at the original dream.
I keep a journal of my dreams and reread them frequently. As I continue to grow and change the level at which I understand the dreams increases. I have found dream interpretation books of little help in understanding my own dreams. Exploring my own dreams and what the symbols mean for me has been the best dream interpretation tool.
Moving from one “Night University” into another often includes a completion dream. I enjoy playing in my life, and my dream life is no different. A good completion dream for me needs all the trimmings receiving a grade, a gold crown, a party and the final ah-ha:
I had gone to participate a workshop. I was late getting there because I was teaching a class. I arrived just as the group was getting ready to walk down to another location near the water to continue their work. The woman and man who were leading the group handed me a small pouch with what I thought were Tarot cards, but I did not look.
I put the pouch down by my luggage and began to talk to the man and woman about what the class had been doing. They told me each group was setting their own criteria for the class and everyone already had partners except two. There was a woman who was working on issues concerning women and babies, and a man working on understanding Kundalini energy. I told them I would work with the man because I had already completed my studies on women and children.
I went to pick up my pouch and join the group when I saw it was missing. The instructors would not let me join the class without my bag and they all went on without me.
I began to search for my pouch. I was then in my own house and searched everywhere. There were great piles of art supplies and ritual objects under beds, in closets, everywhere. I looked in every place there was to look but could not find the pouch. I could hear the group drumming and singing and could see them when I looked out the window. I felt angry and frustrated.
Finally I decided that I was going anyway. As I was leaving the house I heard a piano playing very softly “Heart and Soul”. I went back into the house and there was a little spirit girl with dark hair and eyes at the piano. I went up to her and sat down on the bench. “It was so pretty”, she said. “I wanted it for myself so I took it” She pointed to the pouch on the top of the piano.
“How about if I make you another just like it?’ I asked, “I will begin working on it tonight and complete it a bit at a time until it is done, and you give me the bag so I can join the class?”
Two older spirit children appeared. An older brother and sister. “That is a great idea”, they said. I took the bag and for the first time opened it. Inside was a set of Tarot cards, but they were all blank.
I took the cards in the pouch and joined the class just as they were finishing. I was still thinking about the girl and the cards and wanted to share what had happened. I told the male instructor the story of the little spirit girl. He asked, “do you know what goes on the cards now?” I said “yes, half would be in-breaths and half would be out-breaths. The in-breath cards would all have adventures and events that have happened to me that have created on my path. The out-breath cards would be resting times and times when it appeared I was off track in my life. The cards were about me.” He took the stack of cards and wrote “A+” on the top one. “You passed the class Cathy. Looking through all of your important things from the past was part of it. Making the commitment to Spirit to create and see your life as both the in and out breath was the last part, you have graduated.”
We all went out and there was a big party going on. Everyone was in exotic costumes. I found a huge gold crown and put it on. It had two small statues of Kyan Yin on the top. Several other people had crowns on too. We talked about how much fun it was to play with the crowns.
I invite you to consider enrolling in this special night college. The curriculum is exciting and challenging. Don’t wait for a big crash in your life to begin on your spiritual path. Say yes to Spirit, yes to understanding your dreams and yes to the in-breaths and out-breaths of your life. It is the heart and soul in the circle of life. See you in class.
Since 1988 I have been attending a series of special classes in my dreams. I have graduated from 4 separate “Night Universities” and today continue with taking special classes, but primarily I teach and do healing work in my dreams.
The dreams began shortly after my spiritual awakening in 1988. I had a near death experience after my family was involved in a car crash. Because of internal injuries I had emergency surgery that left an incision from pelvic bone to sternum. I woke in the hospital with several light beings around my bed. They had long delicate fingers that seemed to weave the air above my stomach. Explaining to me that the surgeon had done all he could to repair the damage, they began the delicate work of repairing the field above my body. I thought they were playing the piano. “We will show you this technique later,” they said. And they kept their promise. The first healing technique I was taught in night school was how to extend my fingers into long beams of light that could knit together what appears to me as a multi-layered grid surrounding the body.
The night school time has always occurred between 12:00 a.m. and 4:45 a.m. “Night School” dreaming begins after a short period of regular dreams that often intertwines the day’s events or situations. School often begins with an experience of traveling. When my night studies began in 1988 every dream began in the same way. I would be propelled through a tunnel of light. As time went on I became very curious and wanted to learn more about the tunnel. I learned to slow down and actually look at the tunnel. It was math formulas and geometric shapes. I have always thought it was humorous that this piece of information would be revealed to me since I have always had such trouble with numbers. The secret of the “tunnel formula” is definitely safe with me.
On the other end of the tunnel was always a park-like setting with a carved stone bench and a water fountain. A teacher would come towards me and we would walk or sit together and discuss what the class was to be about. My first classes were the longest, sometimes lasting several months on one concept. Other times a lesson would happen in one night. As I learned about one subject I would be offered opportunities in waking state following the teaching to test out the level of my new understanding.
I had been going to the temple courtyard in my dreams for over a year when I attended a slide presentation of sacred sites. One of the slides showed my bench. I got so excited I made the woman giving the presentation back the slide until I could really look at the picture. I explained the temple building to the side of the bench, the fountain and the hills that surrounded them. “It is exactly as you are saying. So you have been to Malta?” she asked. “Yes”, I answered, “last night in my dream I was there in class”. In my dream my Malta classroom is a thriving present time reality. The fountain bubbles and it is lush and green.
My first two years in night school was just like waking state. There was always a physical setting, like the Malta temple, and human beings. As time went on school became much more complicated. I began to experience myself and the other participants in different forms, such as dolphin-like beings, feline looking “lion persons”. The form that I take most frequently now is as a very tall light being. I realized that if my teachers would have started with these images it would have been too much for my sleepy humanness to take in. I am always grateful to my teachers for the gentle way they allowed me to grow. I strive to offer my students, both in day school and night school, the same gift.
Now my experience in night school varies depending on what I am doing. Sometimes the dreams begin with a meeting with other beings. Sometimes I go directly to a place and begin to work with someone. When I first began to receive teachings I thought all the teachers I worked with were angels or guides. As my work has grown to include doing teaching and healing in dreams, I now appear as that same kind of teacher I believed to be Angels.
Often my night school travels take me to a real earth location. I belong to a group of beings that work regularly on a specific tall narrow pyramid in Guatemala. From the top of this location I work with energies that are connected around the planet between this pyramid and other sacred sites. This next spring I will be traveling in waking state to visit this site.
Sometimes the people I work with in dreamtime find me. A woman came into my office for an appointment. She began to cry as she came in. She said she had a very difficult period the month before and had prayed for an Angel to help her. I had appeared in her dream comforting her and told her to “go see Cathy Pfeil”. I even spelled my name out for her explaining it was a difficult spelling. She was very surprised to find her special Angel was a regular person! I asked her what I was wearing in the dream and she described a new dress I had recently purchased. In her dream I appeared exactly as I am in waking life.
In dream state I created myself the same, no beautiful long legged body, no thick wavy hair, just me. I asked my night school teachers why I would do that if I could create myself anyway I wanted in dreams. “You can create yourself anyway you want in dream state, but you can in your waking life too”. He said, “You are completely your manifestation.”
Without fail as soon as night school ends I wake up. Waking up seems to be a method I use to help me remember my lessons. I then fall back to sleep and spend from 4:45 to the time I wake up in the morning taking specific questions into dream and receiving answers. I wake and sleep in cycles that allow me to maintain a lucid interactive state. I ask questions about the teachings I am receiving and about things happening in my personal life. I also spend time in active prayer and healing for people who have asked me to do long distance work with them.
I remember my dreams as if they are waking state. To me everything that happens in my dreams are as real as what happens in my waking life. One of the impacts this has had on my life is the realization that waking state is as richly symbolic as dream state. In my dream state I am involved in a moving tapestry of images and teachings in which I interact. I now live in my waking life in a tapestry of images that I interact with at the same level of lucidity and conscious creation.
If I have trouble interpreting what just happened or it seems too complicated, I ask for the teaching again in a simpler form. I know the next dream will be the simpler version. If I still don’t understand I keep asking for simpler dreams until it is clear. Then the dreams reverse and become more complicated until I am back at the original dream.
I keep a journal of my dreams and reread them frequently. As I continue to grow and change the level at which I understand the dreams increases. I have found dream interpretation books of little help in understanding my own dreams. Exploring my own dreams and what the symbols mean for me has been the best dream interpretation tool.
Moving from one “Night University” into another often includes a completion dream. I enjoy playing in my life, and my dream life is no different. A good completion dream for me needs all the trimmings receiving a grade, a gold crown, a party and the final ah-ha:
I had gone to participate a workshop. I was late getting there because I was teaching a class. I arrived just as the group was getting ready to walk down to another location near the water to continue their work. The woman and man who were leading the group handed me a small pouch with what I thought were Tarot cards, but I did not look.
I put the pouch down by my luggage and began to talk to the man and woman about what the class had been doing. They told me each group was setting their own criteria for the class and everyone already had partners except two. There was a woman who was working on issues concerning women and babies, and a man working on understanding Kundalini energy. I told them I would work with the man because I had already completed my studies on women and children.
I went to pick up my pouch and join the group when I saw it was missing. The instructors would not let me join the class without my bag and they all went on without me.
I began to search for my pouch. I was then in my own house and searched everywhere. There were great piles of art supplies and ritual objects under beds, in closets, everywhere. I looked in every place there was to look but could not find the pouch. I could hear the group drumming and singing and could see them when I looked out the window. I felt angry and frustrated.
Finally I decided that I was going anyway. As I was leaving the house I heard a piano playing very softly “Heart and Soul”. I went back into the house and there was a little spirit girl with dark hair and eyes at the piano. I went up to her and sat down on the bench. “It was so pretty”, she said. “I wanted it for myself so I took it” She pointed to the pouch on the top of the piano.
“How about if I make you another just like it?’ I asked, “I will begin working on it tonight and complete it a bit at a time until it is done, and you give me the bag so I can join the class?”
Two older spirit children appeared. An older brother and sister. “That is a great idea”, they said. I took the bag and for the first time opened it. Inside was a set of Tarot cards, but they were all blank.
I took the cards in the pouch and joined the class just as they were finishing. I was still thinking about the girl and the cards and wanted to share what had happened. I told the male instructor the story of the little spirit girl. He asked, “do you know what goes on the cards now?” I said “yes, half would be in-breaths and half would be out-breaths. The in-breath cards would all have adventures and events that have happened to me that have created on my path. The out-breath cards would be resting times and times when it appeared I was off track in my life. The cards were about me.” He took the stack of cards and wrote “A+” on the top one. “You passed the class Cathy. Looking through all of your important things from the past was part of it. Making the commitment to Spirit to create and see your life as both the in and out breath was the last part, you have graduated.”
We all went out and there was a big party going on. Everyone was in exotic costumes. I found a huge gold crown and put it on. It had two small statues of Kyan Yin on the top. Several other people had crowns on too. We talked about how much fun it was to play with the crowns.
I invite you to consider enrolling in this special night college. The curriculum is exciting and challenging. Don’t wait for a big crash in your life to begin on your spiritual path. Say yes to Spirit, yes to understanding your dreams and yes to the in-breaths and out-breaths of your life. It is the heart and soul in the circle of life. See you in class.
More about me
I was raised in a household were all the women where psychic. They did not call it that; they called it “the women’s thing”. As a child I saw energy and sensed things about people. Growing up in the funeral business I saw ghosts and felt the grief of family’s who where experiencing loss.
In 1988 when I was 35 I had a series of near death experiences that where the result of a car crash. It was like tuning in a radio signal. I immediately began to focus in on the spiritual realm, and began my spiritual journey both in body and out of body. I began attending “night school” in my dreams and my inner teachers began the process that has continued through the present.
Being a curious I began taking classes that I thought would help explain how to manage the experience I was having. I did all the classes through the Washington Psychic Institute (Church of the Divine Man) and a year of the ministerial program there. I actually was kicked out for explaining an alternate idea given to me by my “night school teachers” for something we had learned in the class.
I became interested in Reiki and eventually became a Reiki Master and taught Reiki. I studied with Ken Page through the Third Eye of Horus Mystery School and learned Multidimensional Cellular Healing, then became a staff member, helped Ken write a book and became a teacher there.
I have studied with Starr Fuentes, who is a Curandrea and has a program called Divine Intervention. I became a teacher of D.I. and taught this healing technique.
I also had a center in Olympia where I taught classes in intuition and different healing techniques. I had a private practice during that time, seeing clients in Olympia and traveling around the Northwest, then down into California and other parts of the U.S. doing talks, workshops and private sessions.
I have taken many classes with Carolyn Myss and Dr. Norman Shealy, and eventually joined the Medical Intuition program they were offering. I did 3 years of that program then became very ill and needed to stop everything for a while.
I am a long time student of the Science of Mind and began taking classes 4 years ago with the local church in Olympia (which I also helped start). I am a Practitioner of the Science of Mind.
I continue to be a student and a teacher in my “Night School”. I am well, and I have begun seeing clients writing and teaching again.
In 1988 when I was 35 I had a series of near death experiences that where the result of a car crash. It was like tuning in a radio signal. I immediately began to focus in on the spiritual realm, and began my spiritual journey both in body and out of body. I began attending “night school” in my dreams and my inner teachers began the process that has continued through the present.
Being a curious I began taking classes that I thought would help explain how to manage the experience I was having. I did all the classes through the Washington Psychic Institute (Church of the Divine Man) and a year of the ministerial program there. I actually was kicked out for explaining an alternate idea given to me by my “night school teachers” for something we had learned in the class.
I became interested in Reiki and eventually became a Reiki Master and taught Reiki. I studied with Ken Page through the Third Eye of Horus Mystery School and learned Multidimensional Cellular Healing, then became a staff member, helped Ken write a book and became a teacher there.
I have studied with Starr Fuentes, who is a Curandrea and has a program called Divine Intervention. I became a teacher of D.I. and taught this healing technique.
I also had a center in Olympia where I taught classes in intuition and different healing techniques. I had a private practice during that time, seeing clients in Olympia and traveling around the Northwest, then down into California and other parts of the U.S. doing talks, workshops and private sessions.
I have taken many classes with Carolyn Myss and Dr. Norman Shealy, and eventually joined the Medical Intuition program they were offering. I did 3 years of that program then became very ill and needed to stop everything for a while.
I am a long time student of the Science of Mind and began taking classes 4 years ago with the local church in Olympia (which I also helped start). I am a Practitioner of the Science of Mind.
I continue to be a student and a teacher in my “Night School”. I am well, and I have begun seeing clients writing and teaching again.
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