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Energy artist, Soul Coach, Advanced Energy Healer and originator of The Initiatory Journey To Awaken Your Sacred Masculine.
I am clairvoyant and medical intuitive, being born highly empathic. Having studied and practiced a wide array of alternative healing and consciousness growth modalities for over 35 years, I have been developing my innate intuitive and healing abilities to assist those I work with.
Shows hosted by Sara Troy
Sara Troy on Sara’s View fo Life on air from June 4th
Where has the time gone, June 4th 2013 I started this network and here we are 6 years later and still growing.
It has been my absolute pleasure to interview such incredible people who are making a difference in the lives of others globally. The fact they have embraced their own divine path and been willing to go through the courageous process of life and then turn around in strength and knowledge share their wisdom with us is indeed an honour.
I love sharing people redirects, those events that happen to us in life to test us and redirect us to the path we were born to be on. When they have gone through the trials and tribulations they have discovered what they were here to do and now with passion and grace reach out to help others through their own turbulent path in life.
With OUR 18 genres of Video-Blog-Podcasts and one e-book with more collaborative books to come and our Non-Profit Self Discovery Community.org we are branching out into educational “10 Minutes Perls of Wisdom” series hosted by our guests and hosts ( coming soon). Other series such as “Lets’ Get Sync’d” on Eco Solutions and “Our Forgotten Children” series on Rasing our Gifted children, we are offering more directional shows on topics of interest.
Our hosts come and go but the knowledge can always be found here on our Past Host shows and all our Current Orchard of Wisdom show genres which are ready for your clicking.
We invite you to be our guest, (see info here) and share your Why with us and join us on our Discovery Services Directory which spotlights those with services and their own Why. We invite you to host with us and share your knowledge with your own stories and interviews.
Under the Orchard of Wisdom banner we support the people and organizations that are supporting others with our shows which are sponsored by our Fund-Action program.
We have had many looks and names, starting with PLV RADIO, going to Self Discovery Radio, now Self Discovery Media and adding our Non-Profit Self Discovery Community, for we are always growing, changing and allowing our selves to be guided forward so we can bring you more wise inspirations and awesome shows.
A student writes “This painting depicts a dream I had where Grandmother Kaariina and I were sitting by the Oceanside as she told me the secrets of the sacred blood that lived in the bleeding Cedar tree. This is a very Sacred tree on the unseeded Coast Salish territories where I live, and this dream happened just after I began being a student of grandmother’s bundle. I was inspired to become a student of the bundle after feeling grandmother’s sharp perception- She is able to see very clearly underlying dynamics between my relationship to myself and my relationship with all other things, while holding with clarity the energy and instruction for right relationship.. this vision has been truly a gift, along with the wisdom of womanhood and my womb’s sacred blood, I have released ancestral baggage and unconscious patterns which waste my energy, and instead I am accessing within myself more softness, more authenticity, more generosity, and the communication skills needed to honour myself and my relationships. I am truly grateful to be a student of this bundle, expanding my own capacity to see, expanding my Nervous system’s capacity to embody my truth free of trapped emotions, and integrating the lessons my ancestors could not understand”.
Grandmother Kaariina teachers advanced courses on REIKI for Financial Abundance and Authentic Prosperity.
Your Health is your CHOICE with Sara Troy and her guest Bob Martin, on air from May 7th
Bob says “I have been Crusading for 6 years for a ‘No Fault Compensation Program’ for people who have been injured or have died from vaccines.
I would appreciate the support from people like you to make Canadians more aware of our stories and to make sure that all Canadians have protection.”
Canada and Russia are the only 2 of the G20 Countries who have neglected and are neglecting our vaccine people who have been injured. Unfortunately, they have done so for over 40 years.
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Here is a link to the report of the department of justice issued on December 2, 2016, which regarding vaccine injuries compensated between August 15, 2016, and November 15, 2016.
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I have hundreds of pages of stats and information, as well as the sites listed below, showing the injuries and deaths caused by vaccines over the years. I have a few members of the
Federal Liberals and other political parties supporting and discussing it now within their parties. The Conservatives turned their backs on us, and would not even communicate. The Liberals, Greens and NDP are a bit more receptive, but they all need to be educated more, with facts and stats, in order to understand the great injustice that has been committed, by all parties over the years. I feel very strongly that it is my duty as well as our duty, to educate and inform those now responsible in Government, to see this passed. I have worked and crusaded for the past 6 years in order to get to this stage.
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Angel Petropanagos and Bob Martin, a survivor of Guillain–Barré syndrome, explain the need for a Canadian vaccine injury compensation program.
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This is a draft or the original letter registered and mail to our health Minister over a year ago no response to date a cc..copy (881 signatures on petition)
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Experts at the University of Toronto say Canada should join the U.S., the U.K. and other nations in developing a fund to compensate those who have been injured by vaccinations.
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Vaccines are extremely safe and protect against a host of diseases. But of the millions of Canadians vaccinated each year, a small handful develop serious complications, such as Guillain-Barré syndrome.
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Katharine Browne discusses the Canadian Medical Association’s decision not to implement a vaccine injury compensation program. _____ Routine vaccinations
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BOB MARTINS STORY IN A NUTSHELL
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Saska heard Cat sneeze, then suddenly there was another rock fall and Cat was gone. She let go and the boulder crashed down on the empty space below, causing yet more rocks to fall and opening the breach in the wall even wider.‘Cat!’
Saska was staring at an empty space leading into an ante-chamber.
Cat was somewhere inside there in the darkness licking her wounds growling softly, deeply affronted.
Saska clamboured over the rubble and slid down into the dark recesses of the Castle. She stood with wonder that this part of the West Wing had survived the bombs intact.
‘Cat?’ She could hear her, still grumbling and feeling sorry for herself. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t make the stones fall. I told you to sit still.’
She could hear Cat pulling her long leathery tongue over her fur and the cuts. She was always fierce cleaner when stressed. Saska’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and she saw the glint of a pair of orange eyes momentarily staring at her. Cat wasn’t so good as saying thank you either. She let her be, knew not to get too close when she was angry.
Saska mounted the steps to an inner chamber, pushing on the wooden doors. They wouldn’t give. There was the metal plate in the centre and she instinctively placed her hand on it to make it open. Only residents of the Castle could use the West Wing rooms and there was magic in the plates that let the door know who was trying to enter.
‘Welcome Saska Chancellor’.
Saska jumped back. The door had spoken. It knew her name. Nothing had worked since the first bombs fell. Yet this door knew her.
‘The library is open.’ The door declared and dim lights flickered on behind the doors.
Saska glanced back at Cat who had stopped cleaning with astonishment.
‘I’m going in,’ she told Cat. The library had been her favourite place when small. Filled with gold and glittering objects, exotic paintings from across the world and all the books were ever written. Her father had told her it was the Seventh Wonder of the World. (She had no idea about the other six).
She pushed the creaking doors open and entered the huge chamber, her footsteps echoed before her.
She stared at the vast empty space and immediately felt dizzy with disappointment. There was nothing. Not a book, not a painting, not a trace of gold, certainly not the millions of books. A vast empty nothingness. The bombs could fall and nothing would be lost.
A hot tear rolled down her cheek. A sudden memory of being nine sitting on a silk cushion on the red square and she’d been reading the dictionary of birds, watching each one fly about the room. How thrilled she’d been that day. The library had taught her so much and she’d come here often to enquire or just past the time of day with tigers or watch deer drinking at the waterhole. The living books, her mother had said they were called.
She advanced onto the first category square – just as she had done a thousand times before and closed her eyes, trying to conjure up a memory. Where had it all gone? Who had taken it? This was the total knowledge of the Capital. Without it they could never rebuild, no one would know anything…
‘What category, Saska Chancellor? Your ‘Book of Wild Beasts’ is overdue by 467 days.’
The Book of Beasts lay by her blankets even now, her only treasure, her last connection with the past. How could one return a book to an empty library? She remembered you were supposed to speak. What was the use in such an empty space? Who or what would listen?
‘Where is everything?’ She whispered, the whisper echoing back off the bare walls.
‘All is yours to command,’ the library assured her.
Saska took a step to ‘Art Down the Ages’. The wall behind her flickered to life. Pictures began to appear. Just as they used to. The famous portrait of Mistress D’Agneau with her golden sheep by Sir Henri Bolt appeared to fill the whole wall.
‘Please select you century.’
Saska jumped off the step. She couldn’t see them right now, it would hurt too much.
She jumped onto ‘Adventure and Romance’. Instantly the right-hand wall was filled with books. Everything she remembered as a child was still here – yet not. She was beginning to realise something. The room was supposed to be empty. The books weren’t ever here, not in reality. After all, when you selected the book it would give you the option of reading it to you or showing the contents – hence the deer at the waterhole. The Book of Beasts had to be ordered, she remembered now. It came a day later from wherever the real books were stored.
She didn’t know what to choose. It had been so long that she had read a story, any story. She jumped off the step and the books vanished.
She realised exactly what she wanted to do and jumped two squares to ‘music’. ‘Symphony of the Spheres,’ she commanded.
‘Playing. Please proceed to the Red Square.’
Saska felt a broad smile appear onto her face. She was ten years old, listening to this music so loud the walls shook and her father had to be summoned.
Yes, the Library was all still here – somehow. She squatted down on the red square, no silk cushion to shield her from the cold marble this time.
The music began to play.
‘Louder.’ She commanded.
The spheres began to dance above her, driven by the rhythm of the music, the choral underscore began to swell and fill the space. Saska’s heart began to beat wildly, tears flowing now unchecked and suddenly there was Cat, pressing against her like always, seeking her love and reassurance. She hugged her close, aware that her coat was damp with blood.
She sobbed into the blue fur, her heart so strong and solid for all these years of war was suddenly breaking, shattered all that was lost. Once she had a family, a brother and a country that was the envy of the world.
‘Louder,’ she called again, wanting the music to fill up her heart and head and eradicate out all the pain and suffering. Cat stayed motionless. The music, this place, felt familiar. She’d played here when a kitten. She remembered the music. The girl was bigger now. This was the first time she had ever cried.
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