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I live on the North Shore in Auckland, New Zealand. I have a daughter Shireen who is married to Tony; a grand daughter, Maddison; a grandson, Nathan and a son Damon who resides in California and is married to Kathy.
I graduated with a B.A. from the University of Waikato in 1982 after majoring in Philosophy with Psychology as a second subject. I went back to High School and sat University Entrance Art in 1985, followed by Bursary Art in 1986. I began my Masters in Philosophy majoring in meta-physics at Auckland University in 1992. Due to a family crisis I withdrew from my studies before completing my degree, however, I continued to study and attend workshops where I trained as a ‘Philosophy for Children’ teacher. My post graduate studies at Massey University, Albany Campus were completed in 1997 and I graduated in 1998, with Honours in Master of Social Work (Applied). My final research paper asked “What are the psycho-spiritual implications of using creativity as a therapeutic tool in the healing process?”
I have been employed in a variety of organisations throughout the years, however,
in recent years I was employed with Greenpeace NZ and have spent over seven
years working in the problem gambling sector, where I developed a strong understanding
of health promotion, wellness and quality of life issues, particularly as they
affect individuals, families and communities. Initially I was employed as a
Hotline counsellor and rose to the position of National Manager of Public Health.
I attended conferences internationally and presented on health promotion and
the negative social consequences of gambling.
My interest in the transcendent or spiritual aspects of life expresses itself
in my art, poetry and writing. I believe that life is dynamic and ever changing
and that our essential nature is pure, aware, intelligent, eternal and unbounded.
It is the ground of Being. There is a Presence that I consider creative, whole,
loving, and the journey of life, the changing panorama, goes on in Presence.
I have exhibited in several group exhibitons in Tokoroa, Rotorua, Hamilton and
Auckland. I have had three solo exhibitions, (although I asked two friends to
exhibit with me at one of these), and am currently working toward a new body
of work where I am experimenting with lighting effects. I have travelled fairly
extensively throughout my life and feel privileged to have visited many galleries
in France, London, Germany, Prague, Holland, England, Montreal, New York, San
Francisco, Southern California and Australia.
My musical interests led me to study the harp for many years with Delphine McAneney,
who was a protégé of Susan McDonald, a well known harpist, in
the States.
I also completed my studies, (Level 1 & 2), during 2002 and 2003 with Creative
Healing International. Creative Healing International involves creative healing
programmes that have been developed over the past five years, primarily for
people dealing with chronic or major illness who are seeking to actively support
their recovery using an integrated, mindbodyspirit approach. The programmes
are authored by three women, whose collective experience includes nursing, counselling,
psychotherapy, education and personal experience of recovery. They bring together
an effective mix of relevant knowledge, skill and compassion. These programmes
combine ancient healing knowledge of the whole person as mindbodyspirit with
latest discoveries in science, psychology, philosophy and energy medicine. It
is not a replacement for medical treatment but a complementary way to assist
people using scientifically validated self-healing techniques. You can contact
Bev Sylvester-Clarke on bev.s-c@clear.net.nz
I have completed my training as a Brandon Bays Journey Therapist during 2003.This
therapy was developed by Brandon Bays after she was diagnosed with a tumour
the size of a basketball. She discovered a means to get direct access to the
soul and the boundless healing potential inside everyone. Six and a half weeks
later she was tumour free, no drugs and no surgery. The therapy is a simple,
but powerful step by step means to tap into the body wisdom, to discover the
root cause of any problem or illness. Once cleared out, the body then will heal
naturally on its own (for further information go to www.brandonbays.com).
I set up my own business, Christine Wykes UnLtd about a year ago. The business
is involved in the creative arts and healing arts. Christine Wykes UnLtd stands
for:
Creativity
Healing
Resilience
Intuition
Soul
Transcendent
Inspiration
Nurture
Empowerment
Wellbeing
Yoga
Knowledge
Energy
Spirituality
Union
Nature
Light
Therapeutic
Development
After completing my Journey Therapy training and setting up the business, I was diagnosed with advanced and invasive breast cancer. I have spent the past nine months in recovery following surgery, chemo and radiotherapy. I immediately began to put everything that I had learned throughout my life into practice to aid my own healing. The diagnosis was a shock but the journey towards wholeness and healing is a remarkable one. Already I can see the blessings from this seemingly terrible experience. I now have a sense of completion, wholeness, fulfilment and a meaning to my life that is omnipresent. I am currently writing my story to inspire and give hope to others who may be going through a similar life challenge.
The Journey
Journey therapy is a ‘guided meditation’ towards wholeness and healing. It is a healing tool that can be utilised in conjunction with any orthodox medical or complimentary treatments. Journey work enhances your process and growth, whereby the practitioner acts as a guide or facilitator. In the healing field there are no guarantees. It is only one route amongst many towards healing.
Journey work is based on the concept that the body retains cellular memories. The process can unlock traumatic memories, clear them out and heal them. Brandon pioneered her healing work totally separate from any work being undertaken by Candace Pert, a Research Professor in the Department of Physiology and Biophysics at Georgetown University Medical Centre in Washington, D.C., (where she also conducts AIDS research).
Candace has pioneered a biochemical basis for awareness and consciousness and her research has demonstrated how neuropeptides and their receptors actually manifest themselves as our emotions, beliefs and expectations. Our biochemical messengers act by communicating information and this takes “place over a network linking all of our systems and organs, engaging all of our molecules of emotion, as the means of communication”. The brain is located all through the body, not just in the head. Her groundbreaking work transcends the mind/body Cartesian split and it is ‘information’ that allows this to take place. Candace states that “…the emotions travel between the two realms of mind and body, as the peptides and their receptors in the physical realm, and as the feelings we experience and call emotions in the nonmaterial realm”.
This work gives scientific validity to the Journey process. It is wholly possible to tap into cellular memories, clear them out and allow the body to heal naturally of its own accord.
Deep inside of all us a huge potential beckons, waiting to open us to the joy, genius, freedom and love within. This presence is calling you home right now, longing to set you free. Yet all of us have issues we have felt trapped or limited by. We hear the whispering of our own soul calling to us, but feel unable to access that greatness.Instead, we feel covered or blocked in some way, limited by our issues - anger, fear, depression, grief, hurt, anxiety. It may be as simple as feeling there must be something more to life, or as complex as feeling a complete failure. It may be as debilitating as an addiction or as life-threatening as a serious illness. Yet, no matter how deep your issue is, no matter how much you have struggled with it, the possibility exists for you to become absolutely free, whole and healed.
About Brandon Bays
Diagnosed with a tumour the size of a basketball, Brandon was catapulted on a remarkable, soul-searching and ultimately freeing healing journey in which she uncovered a means to get direct access to the soul, to the boundless healing potential inside all of us. Only six and a half weeks later she was pronounced tumour free, text-book perfect, no drugs - no surgery! www.brandonbays.com
The Journey
The extraordinary gift of Brandon's own healing journey was to pioneer a road map: a simple, yet powerful step-by-step means to tap into your body's infinite wisdom and elicit its unlimited healing power to get to the root cause of any long-standing difficulty, fear, or block. In the Journey process you are guided to uncover specific cell memories, resolve them completely and clear them out. Your body and being then go about the process of healing quite naturally on its own and you are left soaring in a boundless joy, peace and wholeness that is your own essence.
"I
have known seven and a half years of pain and torment with M.E. including
paralysis and renal failure. Thanks to The Journey I am fully recovered,
self-supportive and working full-time. I'm free!"
- Caroline Gardner, UK.
"I
was diagnosed as needing a hysterectomy and a laminectomy. I also had a
breast lump. Within three months of starting The Journey I was medically
clear and pain free!"
- Noreen Clarke, Ireland.
"This
is one of the biggest milestones in my life. After years of counselling
with psychologists, psychiatrists, therapeutic groups, medication and self
analysis, I have found what I was looking for."
- Journey participant, Australia.
Do you long for true freedom and wholeness in your life?
This is your invitation to Freedom, your Road Map to the Soul.
For more information or to making a booking, please email me,
EARLY MORNING SUNRISE
‘Tis
a dawn day
quiet pastel flush
spreading hush
water colour world
Fireball golden rise
redding
Aotearoa skies
Granite sea reflects
first light
song sets
the day
early morning sunrise.
9.2000
I had a dream the other
night
Of myself trying to find the Light
In my dream
I found my Being
What was this thing that I was seeing?
I discovered something to make me quiz
I was no thing, nothing, just Is.
19. 9.79
SEASONS OF THE HEART
The Heart
is blooding
Grieving the blue
Flooding
Rushing
Flushing old debri
Allowing the new
The Heart
is throbbing
Bursting anew
Garnetted gold
spinning into view
toiling the old
no more
Winning
I soar
The Heart
is pulsing
Webbing waltzing
Weaving delicate strands
Ebbing the flow
Rippling sands
A mind captured
letting go
Taken by invisible hands
Enraptured.
The Heart
is bringing
A wellspring
Whispering wisdom
Self fulfilling
willing
Fed from depths of Being
Pure and all seeing
The Heart
is winging
singing
Ancient tales since time began
trading Time’s tune
for the Eternal Heart
of Creation’s Womb
I enter
the Centre
I Am.
10.9.2000
THE MYSTIC HEART
There is a living word
Whispering in the silence of the soul
Shining in the compassionate heart
Calling from moment to moment
Voice of the timeless
Life ever-new
ever present
Guiding light of the Mystic Heart
Not written, not a doctrine
Not a religion
Dynamic
Loving
Creative.
WHEN I SUCK THE KUMERA
When they
drop me down
I won’t go down with a frown
When they drop me in
I intend to go down with a grin
And when rigor mortis takes hold
I hope that me grin is big and bold
And as I turn to dust and dirt
I hope me stiff grin doesn’t hurt
I’ll smile smile smile all the way
I won’t let death ruin my day
I’ll keep me humour no matter what
Even as they till me plot
Even as they carve my stone
I will accept me lot, won’t moan
Whoever writes my epitaph
I will have the final laugh
Refer to me as the ‘dear departed’
I will laugh and be light-hearted
They think I just sucked the kumera
Dead? No way, ‘tis just a rumour
1998.
Body bird
mauling forsaken
last word
grief screeches
a lonesome call
Death reaches
the final fall
poised and hawking
swoops a flutter
taken falling
beats a breast
calling awaken
and scutter.
Hushed and still
flushed and feathered
tethered
dust to dust
until
a rising upthrust
winging
skywards
cuts the ties that bind
severed and flying free
unwind espirit
to soar and sear
the heart of space
for evermore.
The wind
feels its way over hillsides
flies into cliff faces
the sky at midnight blue
rushes in to greet the days first blush
as the song of morning rises the day
A black-eyed gull
beady and bald
takes stock
over a sea shining
a complement to the dawn
The shell-shore litter
trails the coast
scattering rock croppings
that perch
staring out to sea
oblivious to the Pohutakawas
bent in quiet expectation
exercising their natural right
It’s a days divide between dawn and dusk
As we sit and soak the scene inside us.
Blue fades into distant hue
Dappled white and pink
Lined grey
A long forgotten melody chimes
Carried wind-wards
The Master arranges a pastel palette
I’m captured and sung over
Pencil grey horizon mists away
As evening takes the day
Way down.
Deep down
The bowels of the earth
Erupt
To spill over into the cavernous deep
Where worlds submerge and subside
A dream-womb
Entombs
Melting pots
Granite glazed aquamarine
And fashioned by an invisible hand
A mind remembers the place
Where sea-coal embers smoulder
And vaporous gases
Curl and cup
To pour lubricant
On an ancient scene
Once dead
The heart-land explodes
And earth’s blood-streams
Molten gold
Echoing visions from an epoch
Of old
As told
In a dream
Deep down.
7. 88
The dance begins
Sunlight
Spotlights
The leafy forest floor
A solitary harpist plays
As morning mist
Gently lifts
A lonely dancer glides and sways
The harpist plucks a summer fantasy
The dancer swirls
Centre stage clothed in ecstasy
All day long the dance goes on
Accompanied by a woodland symphony
The forest pulsates with the song of life
As birds chorus a mystic melody
Sunbeams fade
The harpist goes
Twilight curtains the forest floor
The dance slows
Takes a bow
To no one there
Silence applauds a single tear
And moonbeams cloak her nakedness.
The dance has ended.
11. 85
Long ago
A smoke filled room
Was ripped apart
As white hot lightning
Flashed
Filling eye sockets
Searing my heart
Sending it spiralling
Down
Into hades
To burn
To yearn
To drown
A decade.
Times tempter
Hung hope on the lure
To fan the fire
Of the fallen one
But an unfed flame
Burns low
An ember
And hells gate beckons
Go free
The devil I’ll not want to remember
Will Satan surrender me?
Switched
on
I tingle at your touch
Near
Two years on
We spark together
Day in
Day out
A power of love surges
Urging us on
I plug into you
Wired for moments of fusion
Tangled together and buzzing
The current generates high voltage energy
Turned on
Charging us up
Amplifying all
And we do the circuit.
8. 88
A gentle lapping song
Shores at the edges of my soul
An inarticulate whisper
Holds all harmony
In a heart-beat
Let us serenade the innocence.
15. 5. 95
LOVE'S DREAM
Meeting you I expanded inside
No distance between us was ever too wide
Love spun a bridge that spanned the divide
Love does not think in terms of a distance too far
it reaches out and captures a star
it plunges to the ocean deep
it knows no mountain that is too steep
Love frees
flows as warm as a summer breeze
being a subtle mysterious thing
Love elevates the spirit and makes the heart sing
It binds us more firmly than words can express
and holds us gently in the hands of happiness
Love flows grows entwines cascades
Love it serenades
Love accepts
it does not look and say
that you must be a particular way
it does not measure analyse divide
separate berate or hide
it is limitless, indescribable, cannot be seen
and words cannot capture my love’s dream.
1980
At the core
of Being
bonhomie
all power and potential
in perpetuity
where world’s scatter-seed
creating universes
spinning time into truth
on Love’s Loom
endlessly.
Dreamtide lives
Ebb and flow
We are travellers
Tunnelling time warps
Like garrulling ghosts
Echoing on
Lifestreams spray
The land of dreams
Into a wavelike whirlpool
Falling we enter
Far flung we forge
Another 3D reality
Lifetimes.
A LAMENT IN THE VOID
How does
a heart sound the pain
Where the rhythm of love
Trips to the rain
Falling
Into the wild, the wide, the deep
Reaching
the other side
In a never ending sleep
Suspended
In a nowhere place
Aching
Faking
Sun-kiss upon the face
Dying
Lying that all is well
A tin pot robot hell
Fireless and soul lost
Screaming the silence
Unbearable nothing place
Trapped
Eternally in empty space
20.11.95
Golden fingers
Long and tenuous
Rake the horizon
Revealing welts of purple-red
A hush holds at days end
Toi toi sways in a still frame
A shrill cry splits apart flaxen
Castles where
Long shadows lie
A lone Pukeko
Leaps silently into the fading light
As the marshland opens
It’s arms to the night.
Blue water deep
Skeletal fragments float
Suspended
Caught in a cross-current swirl
Swinging to some soundless rhythm
Fossilized forever.
Dreamtide
lives
ebb and flow
we are travellers
tunnelling time warps
like garrulling ghosts
echoing on
Lifestreams spray
the land of dreams
into a wavelike whirlpool
falling we enter
Far flung we forge
another 3D reality
Lifetimes.
Fear = Death
A long screech into the lone dark night
On the altar of the sacrificial site
Night claw predator swift and sure
Glides ghostlike down deaths corridor
Prey is dead
Pray for the dead
Pray.
Impaled upon the wheel of destiny
Bulging eyes blood-lit and spinning
Galactic freak-show out of control
Free-falling forever faceless
Black as black and spaceless.
Love = Life
Day floods the night that fills the void
Illuminating the dance of the planetary actinoid
Children of eternity whirl into life’ embrace
Choreographed by the hand of grace
Praise the Light
Praise Life
Praise.
In the silence of perfection
Mind mirrors the divine reflection
The soft breath of a snow white dove
Whispers
Life is a never ending Love.
I love life and life is you
I am you and you are too
you are me and all you see
truth is a vibrating sea of energy
To try and hold the flow of life
freedom goes and we hold strife
We are that pain until we let go
and trust to be carried along with the flow
You see we are all that flow
would you hold and not let go of yourself?
I love you and love lets be
as it draws to itself eternally
As long as you are, I’ll love you
and you are forever know that its true
Listen carefully to what I say
I am the Watcher of my life’s play
It is all just a cosmic mind game
you and I are exactly the same
No matter what road you travel upon
Go with a heart full of joy and a song
God that pure intelligence knows
It’s aware of itself wherever it flows
Go do what has to be done
but know truly we are that One
No matter wherever you go or tread
unfolding, unravelling your life’s thread
pull back the veil behind you mind
and it is Me that you always will find
Eventually no matter wherever you will be
you will find yourself back home with me
because
we are the
I Am
1981
Today I went back to the sea
my great love
and I was set free
I stood as naked as the day I was born
as I shed the last covering from my form
a gentle breeze embraced me
encased me caressed my soul
My lover came in
at last I am whole
A gull hovered near
the gull my soul were one
I watched it soar and disappear
into the sun
Up up until the light became me
and at last I knew I was free
I ran
the waves tumbled
my heart burst
I revelled in the beauty
of the Universe
Millions of grains of sand
coursing through my heart my hand
and I knew
I am that I am
We the sand the sea the sun
the experience and experience
are really one
I flow as the tide
as the spray
the waves I ride
I soar on high
I own the sky
I know I glow as the sun
I and my love are joined as one.
1982
The language
of life speaks universes
spinning a glittering tapestry
into the dark velvet deep
as the cosmos stirs from a timeless sleep
planetary arms radiate space
in a mutual gravitational embrace
we are blazing and orbiting each other
stargazing the spheres
revealing the dance of the cosmic lover
spiral tunnelling light years
worlds within worlds
undulate in a stellar sea
a cosmic flame laser arcs
where constellations transit eternity
as the heavens bed down in our hearts.
12.4.2003
In the bed
of Being
life and death unite
soul mates eternally wed
where creations womb ignites
birthing universes pulsating red
Life dances to the bells of time
singing a lovers song
when the bells no longer chime
and time weighs heavy and long
And the long bow quivers in trepidation
as the arrow finds its mark
death opens in anticipation
into the long night of the dark
Voided within the inner space
a whispering melody is heard
a ripple creases heavens face
as Grace sounds out The Word
“Life and death are partners in
a cosmic game
When life has loved and satisfied its thirst
death stakes a claim
on the sons and daughters of the Universe”
“Yet there is only life loving itself
Death is an eternal sea
the arms of love welcome us home
spirits soaring free
to roam the heart of space
eternally”
19.3.03