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Walking The Path


End of the walk

I just finished 26 weeks on my journey! No matter how many times I have the realization that I’m being guided, somehow it always seems to just sneak up on me and I go “oh yeah!”

I was in Tucson, AZ for about 9 weeks, thinking that my time would be busy re-uniting with some old friends, making a few new ones, seeing clients again, basically being more involved than I’d been during my Scottsdale, AZ time (was cleansing and purging through most of it, a very challenging time in most ways). Instead, old friends didn’t return my call or if I did get together with them, it only lasted a couple times and they, too, disappeared. I went on hikes 23 times, mostly alone and was often the only one on the trail. I gave one client massage and one client hypnotherapy session and otherwise, only did physical healing work in exchange for my place to stay and the ongoing healing work I do for the planet.

I spent most of my time alone, either with the hikes, reading, walking, being on the computer or doing spiritual work. I did make a few friends and got together with others some, but mostly it was a very quiet, alone time. When it was happening, I felt frustrated some days, wishing it would be different.

Then, while stopping in Ahwatukee, to get some work from a long time chiropractor, I realized how different I’d become since my Tucson sojourn. While in Scottsdale and getting therapy, I felt battered and bruised by many of the circumstances during my stay there, and on Tuesday, I witnessed how my confidence and self esteem had returned, I felt light, peaceful, relaxed and much more empowered. I then was able to see that my time in Tucson had been perfect, guided, exactly what I needed to release the trauma of the Scottsdale time and prepare for what is to come during my journey now.

And once again, I feel cradled in the arms of creation; watched over by Spirit’s love; and completely directed by my soul’s wisdom.




      I grew up with a Jewish Mother, who had become a Presbyterian, to fit in with my Presbyterian Dad. When I would go to my Presbyterian bible class for kids, I would tell of my psychic and spiritual experiences and they would assure me they weren’t real. I couldn’t understand this as the bible stories talked of Moses and the burning bush and he was revered and yet I had Jesus and the gang in my backyard and I wasn’t believed?!   I loved Jesus so much, and I loved God, never questioning any of my experiences until they were questioned and dismissed by my bible schoolteachers, parents and doctors.  It left me feeling sad and confused.  My parents were telling me to face reality all while taking me to church to supposedly believe what the teachers and bible told me and yet they denied my direct experience of Jesus and God.  It just didn’t make sense to me, nor did it honor me or support my spirituality.


So luckily, around age 8 or 9,I had the strength, courage and wherewithal to ask to leave their church and I began my journey through most of the Christian churches in our town and later, Quakerism, eastern religions, forays with the American Sikhs led by Yogi Bhajan, Rajneesh, Islam, New Thought Christian churches and my ongoing love of Dances of Universal peace and Sufism.  Dances of Universal Peace was created by Samuel Lewis, a Jewish rabbi, a student of Ruth St. Denis, the mother of modern dance and a student of Hazrat  Inayat Kahn, the man who brought Sufism to this country.  I grew up also surrounded by Native American influences and studied and attended many pueblo dances and Navajo ceremonies.


I still receive judgment from some as “living in darkness” and “not having Jesus in my heart”, which is amazing to me, as I have had direct experience with Jesus, have lived my life completely devoted to God and spirituality, even if it doesn’t fit the mold of traditional religions.  So it was with great relish that I dove into the book, Reluctant Pilgrim, by Enuma Okoro.  An African Catholic father and an African Christian mother raised Enuma in Africa and America.  She talks about her childhood fascination with crucifixes, her love for the ritual of communion, her deep love for Jesus and God and yet her ongoing struggle to really live as she sees a Christian should live…going to church regularly, being a part of a church community and even wanting to help the poor. She describes her attempts to find a church, her cringe worthy discomfort with helping the poor, and her other perceived shortcomings with sincerity, humor and even at times whining!  I loved her honesty and self-depreciating humor. In that way, she reminded me of another favorite author, Anne Lamott.  And what grounds this book is the fact that Enuma got degrees in religion, and yet still she struggled to find the path that honored her devotion and yet were in integrity with her needs.  Throughout it all she weaves in stories of her romantic life, career struggles, family strife and especially her female friendships that support and lift her up. At the end, it seems like she has found a “home” that truly does provide the comfort and belonging that she is seeking.


This book validated my sometimes strange to the world search to take my deep passion and devotion to God and find a place of belonging that honors my understanding and experiences. I know that  the work I am to do completely supports Jesus (Jeshua) and God.  It has been challenging, lonely and painful to travel this path often alone, often judged and rejected by even those closest to me, but still I have kept on because it is hardwired within me to surrender to this spiritual path.  So now, like Enuma, I am ready to dance in joy, in this space of belonging, serving God and humanity in the light, with love!


Katelon T. Jeffereys

Seattle Life Coach



Choosing a path that enlivens and inspires!

     I have long been fascinated by the description of “little” people that appeared in children stories I read while growing up.  I remember books that were similar to Gulliver’s travels, and loved this vision of a place where the people were tiny. In one of  Madeleine l’ Engle;s books, she had a brother and sister traveling into their younger brother’s mitochondria to fight the forces of good and evil to save his life.  There was an entire series of books about a tiny Indian who lived in a cupboard and he would come to life.  So of course I enjoyed the movie “Toy Story” and it’s portrayal of toys coming to life. 

      Recently I read Don Miguel Ruiz’s book, “The Mastery of Love”.  There is a chapter in it about learning to love yourself and your body, including stopping the negative self-talk that goes on about various body attributes and parts that we may deem unattractive, unacceptable, or ill.  In it he says “For all those living beings that are your cells, you are God”.  In reading that, my imagination conjured up these various groups of cells creating religions, statues, beliefs and commands based on the “God” Katelon!  I began to examine if I thought I was being a kind and loving “God”, inspiring health and wellness, or was I being a judgmental and critical “God” leaving these cells feeling dejected and distressed?

     I have been into a personal growth path for most of my adult life, so I have been conscious of the importance of loving your body and sending it healing, happy thoughts. But I had never looked at it to this extent and through the lens of my cells worshiping me, looking to me for guidance and direction.

    Then, being the activist that I am, I started wondering what would happen if my liver cells chose to create a fundamentalist religion, thus condeming the religion and view of God that my stomach cells might have?  What would happen if all my various organs, glands and systems all chose to have a different belief about the “God” that I am, and how they should operate as cells, and then chose to fight the other organs, glands and systems, having their own “religious” wars?  Wouldn’t that be cancer?  Is that perhaps what allergies are and other auto immune diseases, the cells in our body deciding that another part of it, or something outside of it is harmful and against it’s “religion”?  

    It seems to me that this is also true of the body of this world, this planet, this collective humanity we are part of.  When we get caught up in fighting over whose God is true and right, whose way is the “right” way, we create these wars that destroy these various parts of humanity and weaken the “immune”system of the world as we tear apart families, communities, countries and lands.

     Reading “The Mastery of Love” reminded me that love is the power and directive that I choose to use to live my life, and that includes how I want to relate to my body…with love, acceptance and cooperation.  This is true of the world I envision as well…a world where cooperation, harmony and acceptance supports healing of all facets of this creation.  It is up to us to decide what kind of “God” we choose to be,  one that inspires death, disease, and destruction or one that inspires cooperation, health and life?   

Katelon T. Jeffereys