MEETING YOUR POWERANIMALS

How do you know which animal is "your" poweranimal or totem? Is it the one you think is pretty or is it something else... Well, you might want to start by looking at your face, bodyposture and personal traits in the mirror! You'd be surprised how easy it is to see which one you resemble just by your looks. Animals have developed certain qualities that we can learn from and adapt to situations with humans. Then there are of course legends and myths, as well as your own personal interpretation. Let me tell you how I met mine:

The Owl
I was called "The Owl" by my parents since I was a toddler for two reasons. One; I had large brown eyes and chubby cheeks. Two; I always said profound truths and came with very good "grown-up" advice very early (downside I wasn't allowed to be a child as long emotionally as I needed). As I learned that the Shamanic path would be mine to walk as a teenager, I also learned to feel a certain kinship with owls. I always feel safe whenever I hear one. Most people tend to see them as omens, for me it is more a feeling of being warned so I can stay safe and basically feel a stronger connection to dreams and the spiritual world.

The Deer
The Deer belongs to our family heritage and is a part of our traditional "crest". My first meeting with one in the wild was very beautiful and a little spectacular. I was out in the woods horsebackriding. Normally we would always go in a group, but because the horse "Petter" that I was caretaking (a white pony with quite the personality) had been throwing off lots of people that period, he needed some extra exercise to burn off energy. Because I wasn't afraid of him and we shared a special connection, I was allowed to take him out for a couple of hours nearby alone. As I was trotting along a small gravelroad, I saw a deer standing straight ahead. I didn't want to scare it, but was on the other hand not sure if the horse would become scared so I just slowed down and decided to loosen the reins and let the horse decide what to do. It remained on the road and we came up so close so the horse and the deer could exchange breaths. It is a very special feeling to be able to look an animal, especially a wild, directly in their eyes. Deer's powers has a lot to do with compassion and grace and is in fact the one I am "working with" mostly at this time, in order for me to develop and use these traits more consciously in everyday situations.

The Elephant
I grew kind of fast as a teenager and was quite clumsy for a while. At the same time I was also feeling very sensitive in the midst of my parents' divorce. My grandmother Hanna called me "Little Elephant" and urged me to develop a stronger skin, be proud of my wisdom, yet never loose my soft heart. We then often spoke about the metaphors about this extraordinary creature and for many years, she would always give me small elephants of wood, metal, glass etc for me to collect. It became "our thing".

The Rabbit
Some people prefer cats, other prefer dogs. I choose bunnies! Have had them as pets since I was about eight years old up to eighteen, and then again in my adult years for a period. For the shaman rabbits both remind us to take good care of our bodies and enjoy them, as well as meet with our fears and dig deep into the rabbithole (our subconsious) to learn about what needs to heal.

The Butterfly
This one is the most recent one (besides getting temporary messages from others) and stands for transformation. The summer of 2004, I was sitting in my yard, sunbathing in a bikini trying to grasp the duality of having a mother soon to die and still enjoying some sun. A white butterfly suddenly appeared and landed on my chest, right on my nipple. I was a little stunned and it just stayed there for quite some time. A few weeks later, another blue butterfly was hoovering outside my door inside our building when I came home one afternoon, from the hospital. I saw it, called upon it and went down half a flight of stairs to open a window and let it out. Next day, same thing happened. I then started laughing and wondered if I was on candid camera. Third day in a row, I decided to listen a little better and this is actually when it suddenly dawned upon me that I needed to go to Hawaii... in order to transform my life... that same night, my mother died and I went and that is why I need to return in order to take flight.

The thing is, we can choose to see ourselves as separate or as connected. If you allow yourself to be a co-creator on the same level as animals and plants, your life turns into magic...

... and that is Telluselle Living.

THE IMPORTANCE OF FEEDBACK

Need to add this quote dedicated to Carolina Gynning today:

"We only fear feedback if we know on some level that we've been lying to ourselves" (Debbie Ford)

It was funny to read this part of the book, because recently I had someone writing a letter of recommendation to HPU for me and she showed it to me afterwards, pointing out both good traits and traits that I need to improve, and what she wrote were right on target and exactly how I perceive myself. Therefor I really like getting feedback, because the more aware you become, the less you fear others' opinions.

DIGGING FOR THE GOLD

I have continued with the exercises in Debbie Ford's book "The Dark Side of the Light Chasers" and it is both interesting to notice the difference in my own interpretation and easier this time around, because I see everything so much clearer. Even so, we often need the nudge of others to look in the right direction and turn around to see what needs to be seen.

Made the best disovery ever in my shadow today, when it comes to Love versus Admiration, my own behaviors, new situations, conditioning and you name it. In fact it is so good, it is going to add a new dimension to my book so I am saving it for that. Freed a lot of energy!

I have also wondered for quite some years, how it is by stepping into who you really are and being within your own light, can be perceived as more threatening to others than playing our roles behind masks. I always thought that if I showed less Ego to the world, the response would in turn be less Ego from others, but I have often encountered the opposite, at times very forceful from some and instead seem to increase others' fears. Now I understand!

The illusion of power within the Ego creates a fear when faced with "real" power and "truth" as the only way to find the golden light within, is to lessen Ego, so the Ego becomes threatened. Obviously not all people have had the time, space or longing for the same kind of spiritual journey or are at a different stage - hence the conflicts that can arise coming from that kind of powerstruggle. My interpretation of this explained a whole lot to me.

What else can I share... the people I most admire are dead and the people I most dislike are alive. I have been more afraid of living than dying... no wonder ;) Still, it is nice to have had my grandmother Hanna and my mentor Henri, that somehow still inspire me, guard me and lead me. People wonder why I never get writer's block; my secret is my connection with Henri (who used to be a very succesful and humble copywriter) who comes and "sit on my shoulder" whenever I am about to write.

Maybe there is such a thing as guardian angels ;) 'tis the season... Have a good weekend!

LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX - HEALING THE TWO FEMININE POLARITIES

I never had a problem talking about sex, however I have had problems with others not knowing how to deal with my talk. I want to share how I healed my own conflict between the common "Madonna vs Whore"; yet that does require some explicit and private content or how else could you follow my journey? This is also an important part in my book, although I am not sure how I am going to write it there yet, so this blogpost has to be a trial. If this embarass you, (knowing all too well about the prudeness of Americans), by all means, you have now been warned that this post will be X-rated :)

My mother was a very liberal woman and we talked about sex early on, including all the details. I got my first orgasm on my own when I was about 12 years old, and my first with a man, first time I had sex at age 17. I have had orgasms with all men I have ever slept with, being seven. I have also been fortunate to experience the whole range of them; multiples, G-spot, vaginal and of course the clitoral one. There has of course been times when they have eluded me, although I think of these occasions as rare and uncommon, usually based on stress, uncertainties within the relationship or the like. So my foundation in sex physically, is very good. I know what I like, and I know what I don't like. I am extremely choosey and would never sleep with someone I am not attracted to and can see would satisfy me. Yes, I do think size matters, but it has more to do with fit, than the actual size. Too big hurts, too small feels less. Average fits me the best. And they have all come back for more, sometimes unexpectedly even years after.

But, because my mother was so liberal, allowed me to try drinking wine at home early in my teens, purchased condoms for me when I turned 15 and became legal, urged me and always questioning me if I had done it yet, and wanted to look at my boobs to see if they had grown etc I felt very self-conscious and became the rebel at the other side of the scale; therefor waited longer and felt she was not respecting me, nor did she like the church and didn't believe as strongly in God as I did. I wanted to become the Madonna.

My first serious relationship was at the age of 19 and lasted for about five years, changing between complete freedom off and on, and living together for some periods. We actually managed to get two apartments in the same building which became very conveniant. He certainly became my best friend and the first man I deeply loved. However we also got into a rut. He was the one pointing out the difference between the Madonna and the Whore, as I complained about not being seen as sexy and wanted to be picked up by guys when we went out clubbing - never to follow through and cheat on my boyfriend, but to feel attractive. He always said I was the marrying kind and not the one-night-stand kind of girl and I should in fact be very proud of this how I was seen.

But because I didn't feel so much self-respect at that time in my life - coming from my mother - and felt too young to settle I wished for passion, excitement and adventure; not knowing what I wished for. At the age of 24, I had a relationship with a fourteen year older man, whom I was working with. Let's just say the sex in this relationship certainly explored my "Whore-side". I mistakingly thought we had love in the equation as well, but we didn't, as he turned out to be quite abusive, having me miscarrying, threatened to kill me and of course getting me fired when I ended our relationship. It could have stopped there but it didn't. I had to deal with rumours in the advertising industry for years and years afterwards, always seen as the Dramaqueen, even after I exposed who he really was and he got fired too, nevertheless I was the scapegoat, just like with my parents' divorce.

After that I became the predator myself. Not consciously, but becuase of the internal pain I felt, I shut out any men even trying to come near me. Used some rectlessly and then threw them out, until one of them stopped me, looked me in the eye and asked if this was really me. I looked in the mirror that morning after he left and broke down in the hallway, determined to never have sex again.

So, then back to becoming the Madonna. I lived in celibacy for about five years, voluntarily. Sure I flirted a little but as I at that time often found myself attracted to already "occupied" men; just like my mother who have had many affairs with married men, I just knew I had to heal myself first.

Which I did. As my mother died, that ghost became free and I could see our relationship very clearly. Some of it hurt a lot and has taken me many years to accept and forgive, but I can also see where she is coming from, her own struggle for equality in the workplace and not feeling any self-love, so I had to find that out on my own.

In Hawaii in 2004-05, I decided to just play without any rules or roles, finally finding a healthy referencepoint for what love is for me, and then finally being able to distinguish it from sex, embracing both my needs and living them out.

Sometimes we have to live out both the opposite sides in order to find middle ground. Unfortunately sex still carries a lot of power in our society and with it the images, opinions and conclusions we draw upon others, oftentimes without even relating to whom we refer.

It is a matter of respect.

THE IMAGES WE CREATE BECOMES OUR PERCEPTION OF REALITY

I went to the opening of mother and daughter Agneta and Carolina Gynning's art show tonight at the west harbor here in Malmö. Because they have both been seen in media for different reasons here in Sweden and I sometimes comment on Carolina's blog, I think it is important to get a real life impression as well.

When looking at art I see it in different perspectives; as a sign of our times, as a possible symbolism or vision, as a blueprint of the artist's soul or own interpretation of self and then of course the usual materials and whether or not I find it beautiful or at least move me. Because my father has written hundreds of artcritiques for newspapers, I have been able to go to openings of many artists my entire life so I have many impressions to relate to.

I do have a problem with Carolina's paintings. All they show to me is a self-absorbed struggle with appearance. Most of her paintings have the same expression in the eyes, by all means I think she captured herself well, but if I am not interested in her as a person, would I then buy a painting for me, for my taste, as some kind of inspiration, symbolism or added beauty to my home? No, never. Sorry. This one being one of the better ones:

I can't help but wonder if she feels trapped within the very images she creates. At first others created an image of her, becoming a celebrity in Big Brother in 2004 and shocking lots of viewers by having sex in front of the camera, but then it seems like she is recreating it herself. Some years ago; I used to reinvent my own looks quite a lot, always searching for the latest fashion and then go clubbing to "show off". However, I moved on. She hasn't yet. I also see a bit of a "Madonna-Whore"- complex here. A woman desperately seeking acceptance with butterflies, crosses and fairys, yet always showing her breasts, bleeding and her crotch. I did say hello to her and I couldn't help but pick up the same energy within her, as someone really afraid of not being loved. We all are, but the question is, do we let the fear or the trust fuel us? And if her paintings are so well sought after and gets sold out so quickly, what does that say about our society today?

The art by her mother on the other hand, I found very attractive. Here was the suspense between shapes and materials. Most of her sculptures are made in bronse or marble. They all show some kind of movement, which inspire me, yet a simplicity with a strong statement that leaves the door open for my own personal interpretation. Oftentimes there were also a strong symbolism of womanhood, such as "Dancers" and "Mooncat" but in a more subtle way. This one is called "Life". That is the kind of art I like!
More pictures of Carolina's paintings can be found here and more of Agneta's sculptures here.

DEALING WITH FEARS

The last 24 hours has been quite interesting. I started to do the exercises of this book. Or I should say, redo, as I bought it and read it 10 years ago when I started to learn about Lifecoaching through the author Debbie Ford and her colleague Cheryl Richardson. Because I am in the midst of a great transformation, I decided to take out the book again and re-read and do since I have another connection with my depth nowadays and might have other "shadow" issues to deal with.
Yesterday I felt very accomplished as I have done what I set out to do. Even the weather was fine. I was happy and content, filled with good energy and even compassion as I did write down my innermost private fears and contemplated and felt them for a while (and they have nothing to do with what I am about to tell you, although I will keep them private). Then cooking some dinner and watched some TV.

Then suddenly, something triggered my alertness about 1 AM with quesiness, anxiety and just an overall strong feeling of "evil intent". To me evil, is nothing less or more than people's fears projected onto others. Being an empathetic person means both tapping into and feeling "good" emotions such as joy, love and compassion, but it also means tapping into others' and my own fears. It took until 7 AM until I finally could go to sleep, although somewhat restless and leaving me to feel today like I have a hangover (except that I extremely rarely drink and never do drugs).

For me, being One with the Collective Heart, means it sometimes feel very hard to distinguish emotional boundaries and even thoughts coming from our Collective Consciousness. Oftentimes the opposites occur making it even more confusing to me. How can I be happy and joyful and then suddenly feel physically threatened if it were "only" my emotions?

Today I am trying to match my alertness with possible contacts (besides my own feelings and perhaps the little watch of TV). I assume it's the one person I have blocked from emailing me, therefor I can not say for sure. Other than that, at that exact same time, was also an incoming mail from the White House, telling me I didn't get the internship. That was really to expect, since I do believe there must have been thousands or even millions of applications (although not very many Swedish girls with American experience and a father who's an expert at Afghanistan), and I do have my eyes set on returning to Hawaii. However I can't help but wonder if they are afraid that I might be some terrorist; you know that Mr Thumper's red fabric heart (that all stuffed animals from the Build-a-bear has) would be some secret bomb, as if I would ever do such a thing to a bunny! No, but seriously I have been picking up this fear for the last month or so, probably because many Americans seem to exaggerate a lot and many seem to become afraid of the kind of psychic abilites I have which sometimes gives me access to information not formally given to me.

The only things that creates trust in my opinion is transparency. I can't give you more than that.

And tonight I will continue with my work.

CRAVINGS

Body says: "I want Orange juice and Ginger cookies".

Mind says: " OK, body, here you go"

No diet.

No mesurements.

No rules.

Just pure pleasure and care.

CREATING A SHAMAN SHIELD

I thought I pass on some inspiration on how to create a shaman shield, since I know some of you reading my blog, are walking on the same path.

A shaman shield is both internal and external. The artwork do be done is a reminder and a link between the light within, the Godly light of protection and your own focused intention. Thus a shaman shield can never be bought in a store, but has to be handcrafted by its owner or it will loose its purpose.

This is what you'll need:
* Peace and quiet; put yourself into a meditative state in order to reach within for inspiration and connection with Source.
* Thin branches (I use willow since that's what is growing nearby) that you braid and softly tie into a circle
* A piece of canvas or light leather that you cut into a slightly smaller circle than the willow frame
* Paint: your totemanimal in center, the cross for the four directions around it, your other poweranimals, other symbols for your faith, spirit, natural elements etc
* Make holes around your picture and tie it with string to your circle frame.
* Add the extras if you'd like; such as feathers, chrystals, bone, seashells etc in alignment with your powers
* Bless it and hang it over your bed or over an altar

Have fun creating!

CHERISHING MY HERITAGE

Last night I was thinking of how to create a new shaman shield to hang on the wall as I (stupidly enough) got rid of my other one about two months ago when I started to prepare for my move. I came to think of a real iron & brass samurai-shield from Asia that was used in the 1600's that my grandfather hung over his bed in the nursing home before he passed. I think my father still has it in his possession. I visualised if for a while and then I suddenly felt the warm, graceful and strong presence of my grandmother Hanna. She was the second wife to my grandfather so we weren't blood-related but nevertheless I always called her Grandma and she meant the world to me. She could never have children of her own and was about 13 years younger than Grandpa so she loved me like I was her own daughter. She struggled through some griefs, loosing teeth (!) and survived WWII on the German side, left it all to move to Sweden without even knowing our language in the early 70's in order to be with my grandfather who she had met at a vacation in former Yugoslavia. She came with almost nothing and gained everything by following her heart.

So did my grandmother Maria on my mother's side, who also survived WWII on the Polish side and some years in prisoncamps, and I often thought about the fact that survivors from both sides of the war ended up in my family, while growing up and enduring a cruesome, five year old long divorce between my parents.

When people wonder where I found my courage and strength, it is through the perspective of the hardships these women lived through. Hanna became my most important rolemodel for femininity, self-respect and grace. She had a job in Germany that she quit and became a home maker, learned our language on her own and created a financial system with Grandpa where he actually paid her a salary for her work at their house. Best meals ever, great decorations with good taste, extremely well handicrafted sweaters, socks, curtains, clothes and always a compassionate heart. I still look to her for guidance in my heart sometimes and if I miss her I just take out this doll that she made for me when I was twelve. Cute, huh?

And this morning I received some good news over the phone that will enable some improvement of my teeth, although I can't disclose how. Thank you!

And speaking of noble heritage, I browsed through a tabloid while in line at the grocery store today, reading about how our princesses cope with stalkers and learned some valuable lessons. It seems I have made some mistakes because of my frustration and anger, that will not be repeated. Our crown princess Victoria will become our country's first Queen. Feminism can be shown in many ways, empowering the caring side of femininity being the greatest one and the most needed, in my opinion.

THE PUSH AND PULL EFFECT WITHIN RELATIONSHIPS

I was going to tell you another example of how a person kept pushing me down and trying to take my energy/power yesterday, but just thinking about it brings me back down again. An hour with her took more energy than doing what she wanted me to do and about 30 hours to recuperate from our meeting with lots of sleep, yoga and time to myself. I woke up happy, met with her, then felt miserable for seven hours, then exhausted for another ten, and then had to use another ten to pull myself up again.

Emotional exhaustion doesn't always show on the outside, but that doesn't mean it's not there.

If you were born in hell, raised in hell, live in hell and stay in hell, you get used to it and know nothing else. It becomes your standard.

If you were born in hell, raised in hell, live in hell but get to see a glimpse of paradise and then is forced to return to hell, you become sick.

I didn't write the rules or the laws or make the political decisions in this country, therefor I can not carry the blame for something I have to abide under. When will people understand this?

After my awakening I often feel like I am the only sober person in a room filled with drunks. I miss out on their laughter but if I try to become drunk, I just become even more sick. It doesn't make me a better person, just different and I just have no idea on how to deal with it. People seem to think if they take my means they will somehow aquire my light, but they can't so we just both loose energy. Wouldn't it be smarter if they used my light for their own purpose in collaboration instead?

My yogamat was bought four years ago and is made of eco-friendly rubber and hessian.

MY LITTLE REDO

So I changed the pictures around in the apartment I am currently staying, as to lift the energy and create better Feng Shui-flow. The picture of San Francisco in the dark kitchen was instead replaced opposite from the bed so I see it every morning and night, on top of my suitcase which Mr Thumper is guarding. Mr Thumper by the way, has a small fabric red heart put in when he was made with a secret wish attached to it, concerning love. The light in the top of the pic comes more to life as well. Great symbolism!
Instead I took one of her pics in the living room and hung it in the kitchen and added some flowers to go with.

And as I looked at and smelled the pretty Gerberas I also got a great design idea, that I am going to pass on to someone who can execute it. One of the stems had soften today, but instead of trashing it, I cut it off and put it behind my ear.

That's Telluselle Living to me.

PONDERING POSSIBLE PLANS

Plan A: Convince angelinvestors to give me 3 million dollars and move directly to San Francisco to build and start Telluselle Living Center. Most desirable but not quite realistic.

Plan B: Return to HPU in Honolulu in Jan. and get official Masters Degree with studentloan and then move to SF in July to start business. Currently my focus.

Plan C: Screw the world. Move to Pangaia. Grow an avocado. Eat the avocado. Dance a little. Grow a melon. Eat the melon. A great escape but a little selfish.

* Applications sent in to HPU - CHECK
* Tuition waiver application to HPU - CHECK
* Diversity VISA-lottery finished and sent in - CHECK
* Got the papers for regular student VISA (awaiting HPU approval and I-form) - CHECK
* Application sent in for CSN and their insurance (studentloan) - CHECK
* Businessplan written - CHECK
* Website and blog in English - CHECK
* Resumé in English - CHECK
* Started translating, rewriting and editing my bookscript - 1/2 way through so far
* Sent out bios and proposals to Literary agents - CHECK
* Listed myself to numerous translator-sites, Writer's market and others for freelance opportunities - CHECK
* Application to Keiretsu forum and to other possible investors sent - CHECK
* Moved out of apartment and got rid of everything I own except for a suitcase - CHECK
* Got new estimate from dentist - CHECK
* Sent letter to Noblesse funds to ask for money to teeth - CHECK
* Filed appeals to social court for previous decisions during the years - CHECK
* Focus on my health; what lifts me up; right food for body, mind, heart and spirit, healing and Ho'oponopono - CHECK

Now someone has to meet me halfway.

THE GREATEST SHAMAN OF THEM ALL

I know there are many religious believers out there, who think there is a great difference between Christianity and Shamanism. In fact I have often heard they are supposed to be opposites because of the power the authorites want to keep, instead of empowering all of us. Ahh! The categorizing, the classifications based on assumptions and someone saying something... but without real life experience! Crazy! To me, shamanism (as well as chanting an Indian mantra, dancing Hawaiian Hula or practising Chinese Medical Qigong) is just a tool - a method - for increasing and invoking a greater presence of God in my heart. God as in light, love and peace. And if you really think about it... what does the legends say about Jesus? Was he not a healer? Was he not a visionary? Was he not able to affect the weather? That's right. Jesus was a Shaman. A real good one too, such as a true Master. How does that contradict your theory? Maybe it's time for a little less prejudice and beliefs, and a little more faith and experience, put into practise.

APPLYING SOME FENG SHUI

So the owl has crashlanded in a friend's apartment for now. I can already feel a difference... the serenity! Sure, more sounds of traffic but no crazy spirits in Ghost Grand Central and no stress about being kicked out; as one of the main reasons why I moved out was to leave in a respectful manner although put in circumstances over my head, with the rules of the Swedish state. It is such a shame. It's one thing that private owners may come into foreclosure because of the recession, but when the state itself bend the rules for ordinary citizens with rental leases... then I don't know what to say anymore. Even now I am supposed to follow the rules and pay my old landlord backwards and not pay my friend... clearly I am honoring her and not the rules, but just being put in this situation... for two years... is so belittling and cruesome. I have paid high taxes my entire life and we do have laws that gives me the right... if they were put into practice and our prime minister stopped creating welfare as an option. And the greater the urgency to leave this country for good!

Biggest difference lies in going from topfloor with only the sky as a view to groundfloor with the ground as a view. It's like boom, heavy, stability. Exactly what I need right now. In fact today I feel like I have been run over by a truck and completely exhausted; which is what I expected since my defenses can come down. The address will remain a secret so I can feel safe.

Did have to rearrange a little though, typical for me :) I am so into Feng Shui. It's always been in my backbone as an intuitive feeling on how to decorate but with Feng Shui, it's like getting my hunches confirmed on paper. I use it mostly for solving dilemmas, for enhancing certain areas with symbolism and balancing the natural elements according to the Bagua map. Most of the time, we just have to do the best of what we got and who ever designed the building or apartment might have done lots of correct measurements but completely lost touch with the natural flow. The half-room space was built so a bed could fit within the walls but to me it would feel very cramped lying "stuffed in" like that. At first I tried changing the headpart but that didn't work either so I had to turn the bed coming out from the wall with plenty of space on the sides. This will too become a natural "stop" for the energy passing through, although it is now "sticking out".

My friend's apartment is a 1 1/2 studio built in one long hall with windows to each side. To me it becomes a clear transit way - because the energy will come in from one direction and go right through it out the other side. Not suprisingly she has been transiting her place numerous times as she is currently residing abroad, but still owns it and sublets it now and then... to other people in the midst of transits of their own of some kind.

In her kitchen, there is an old black and white poster picture of... San Francisco! How conveniant for me :) However it is an image of the Steepedest Hill, which symbolizes the need to overcome an hill; sure there are cars coming downhill as well but the impression is the climb. Not so good. Although it was a fun drive last time I was there.

We both have had delays in our flow of abundance... and the flow and pressure of water could be better.. symbolizing income.

Great wooden floor makes it warm and welcome and she has great taste quite similar to my own so this temporary arrangement fits me like a glove. Did rearrange some items though as I am into "threes". A couple of candleholders for example often look very arranged, whereas three of them brings another feel to it, like they happened to be put there ;).

I sometimes use the directions of north, south, east and west as well, but often we don't have so much choice once we already moved. However when I choose the place where I will eventually settle for real... with someone or alone... I will take Feng Shui quite into account, as well as for the build of Telluselle Living Center.

QUALIFICATIONS FOR WORKING AT TELLUSELLE LIVING CENTER

All personnel, businesspartners, healers, coaches, instructors and the like that I intend to collaborate, assign or employ at Telluselle Living Center, will have to meet the following standards, personally checked by me:
* Proven education such as a certificate and/or approved by proper organizations such as ICF
* Proven skills such as former clients and tested practise by me
* Willing to share personal experience from where the practicioner has benefit from the service he/she wishes to contribute
* Giving example of values coherent with the Aloha-spirit, such as mistakes made and how to correct them
* Transparency and openness concerning his/her own application of values

If I don't feel comfortable with the way the applicant is presenting him/herself and talents, he/she will not be approved.