I AM CAMMY WILLIAMS ,CPC
Certified Professional Life Coach,
Soul Memory Discovery Practitioner,
Author, Artist.
PLEASE NOTE: AS OF MAY, 2011
IN ORDER TO FOCUS ON MY WRITING, I AM NOT ACCEPTING NEW CLIENTS AT THIS TIME. PLEASE GO TO MY 'LINKS' PAGE FOR NAMES OF MANY WONDERFUL PEOPLE WHO CAN SUPPORT YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY.
WHAT'S NEW--Updated SEPT, 2011
WEBLOG HAS MOVED!!!!! My last entry on this site's weblog (Sept. 25th under "ramblings and musings" in the MY VOICE tab, above) explains the method to my madness. Here's the link: (Click Here)
Life is supposed to be fun.
SO....LET'S PLAY!
Cammy Shepard Williams, CPC
What I Do
I am a Certified Professional Coach (Life Coach), Certified Soul Memory Discovery Practitioner, an oil painter and writer.
INFORMATION ON LIFE COACHING--
INFORMATION ON SOUL MEMORY DISCOVERY--
TESTIMONIALS--
If you need to cancel a Session, please call me at least 24 hours in advance. If no advanced notice is given, you will still be accountable for that missed session.
I joyfully choose to help others help themselves step into their shining humanhood.
MY VOICE
This section consists of short stories, web log and information on my published book.
Just click on the menu bar (above) to navigate through.
SOUL MEMORY DISCOVERY
Sweet, Gentle, Holy, Life Altering--
SOUL MEMORY DISCOVERY is an ancient, and very beautiful healing modality and, as Ellen Dosick, my Soul Memory teacher--a licensed therapist--says "Years of therapy can be bypassed in just one afternoon."
In the setting of divine and sacred space, we use the power of words to unlock belief systems that have been carried with you from this lifetime, or from lifetime to lifetime. When these beliefs are no longer appropriate to whom you are becoming, they can appear disruptive to you in various aspects of your life. I act as a facilitator while you, your guidance system, your angels, and your own connection to the Divine, discover these places where the flow of well-being and joy has become constricted. Once discovered, they can be unlocked and healed.
If you feel Soul Memory Discovery Sessions could help you, please don't hesitate to contact me. In sacred space, there is no separation of time and distance, so I can facilitate a Soul Memory session with you long distance; we do not need to be sitting face-to-face.
Life Coaching
“If I could only get my life in order…do the things I know I should do…everything would be better.”
Have you ever said this or something similar??
This is where professional coaching can truly make a difference. Great life coaches are not counselors, advisors, expert consultants or therapists. Great coaches are motivators. They are objective in their guidance, and passionate to help each client succeed.
As a LIFE COACH, I am able to receive one of the best rewards I could wish for--that of witnessing a person successfully take control of their life and guide themselves into living in joy, well-being and harmony. And I am passionate to help you succeed.
I will keep you motivated, accountable and gently support you as you push the boundaries of your comfort zone until you fly!
The beauty of Life Coaching is that it can easily
be conducted over the phone or via Skype,
and not necessarily in person.
This Fool's Journey
For the past year, I have been writing the story of a human soul named "Jude," entitled "This Fool's Journey." It consists of twenty-one chapters. I began each chapter by drawing one of the Tarot's Major Arcana cards, which became my inspiration . The Fool, is, of course, Jude.
Soon, there will be a book, written and illustrated by me; edited and laid out by my incredably talented husband, Al.
Currently, we are doing a final edit of the book and I am working on the cover art.
THE Moon
moon over alchemy ranch, 2009
Tika, 2009
HERSTORIES
Why is that?
Is it so we can remember something that we have lost and still yearn for? Something that we cannot name, but know that if we keep listening, it may finally become clear? Perhaps.
The old legends and stories….we listen. We remember. We heal. We unite.
These stories are meant to be read with your heart and not your head.
CLICK ON THE LINKS BELOW TO READ--
The Awakening
It was a time of change. It was the time of the Great Shift. It was the time of the Great Fall.
When Roszia offered herself for the adventure, she did not realize how heart-breakingly lonely it would be. When residing in ease and grace, the concept of ‘otherness’ was simply a concept.
It was much different when otherness was a reality. Otherness birthed separation. Separation birthed fear. Fear birthed warring. And warring birthed peace. And that was what it was all about.
Roszia gifted the Cosmos with the beautiful vibration of peace. But how to make peace if not by first making war? And how to make war without introducing fear? And how to introduce fear without introducing otherness and separation?
It was as it should be. It was as it was planned.
But when the Others came and began to extract the gold from her body and bound her beautiful humankind into slavery…forcing them to rape her again and again…taking from her what she would gladly have given….it was a relief to forget.
How Fear Came
We spokewith our hearts; with pure intentions and there was no misunderstanding. We danced in Oneness and sang with our Mother who gave us all things.Once upon a time, we were one. We were one in the many and we loved our differences. We loved playing with the one in the many and delighted—greatly delighted--in how many the one could be!
And then the Other came. Out of the skies the Other came. We looked upon their strangeness and they were gods to us. They could do wondrous things but hurtful things as well. They did not speak with their hearts to us and we could not understand them. They spoke and twisted their words to us and made us believe things that we knew to be lies. We knew they were lies because how could there be better when we were one in the many?
Because of the fear, we made rules and we made beliefs and we made the rules and the beliefs real and solid to us.But they made us believe in better. They would hurt us and hurt us until we believed in better. We learned if we were not better, we were less. And this made us afraid. The fear trickled down and the fear spread into all different parts of the harmonies that were our lives.
Foretellings
They sat in a half circle. They sat at her feet. When it was their turn, they stood and told their stories. They were stories of change. They were stories of disasters. They were stories of plagues. They were stories of death and they were stories of sadness.
There were also stories of pockets of light--of safety and of love and of hope. But all the stories of the Great Change were stories of hardship and fear before transcendence and continuation. Many lives were lost, few continued. The few created the New.
And she sat amongst her people, the Wise Woman. And she listened to each of the many stories. She breathed the stories into herself. She digested each word, each nuance. And then she sat in stillness.
Her stillness flowed out from her and flowed into her people. When all was still and all was quiet, she opened her eyes into the vastness of the stillness.
Her eyes were the green of new spring grass, the green of growth, the green of abundance, the green of fertility. She looked upon her people and they felt her power and they felt the Mother behind her gaze.
The One Tree
The One Tree. It has many branches…countless branches that reach towards the heavens. It is ancient, wise. Leaves come and go with the changing of the seasons. The One Tree’s roots dig deep into the rich earth beneath it. Its roots gather nourishment from the deep, dark places.
Nourishment.
Power.
It continues to grow.
The One Tree’s branches are flung high, thirsty for more, leaves budding and drinking in the sun.
Sap flows.
The trunk is huge with knots from old branches it has shed, with blisters of dried sap where a beetle has bored or where a woodpecker has drilled.
There are those that say the One Tree was at one time, two trees. Perhaps that is so, for if you were to look hard, you could imagine the intertwining of two, becoming one. But then, it could also be the way that the ancient tree has grown. It is left to the individual imagination.
Some say that the One Tree has always been, that it was never a seedling with tender branches. But then, that is not the way of things. Or is it? The tree is so ancient, that no one alive ever saw it planted, and nobody can ever remember anyone who did.
The Cauldron
It is the time of the Great Hunt. It is the time when the Great God offers himself for harvest.
The great god. The beautiful god. The life bringer. The King.
He looks upon his beloved. He sees her face and her form and his desire for her is only outmatched by his desire for his destiny.
It is time.
The calling isstrong.
He looks one more time at his beloved. And at the sound of the hunter’s horn, he transforms himself into a white stag—beautiful and complete.
The great god. The beautiful god. The life bringer. The King.
With an answering bugle, he gathers his energies and springs forth to meet his future.
The hunt is long but it ends as it always has ended. The arrow pierces the stag, scattering his life-force, along with his blood. The hounds shred his flesh until there is nothing that resembles what was.
The great god. The beautiful god. The life bringer. The King.
The Great Hunt moves on.
Silence and stillness and mystery remain.
But then a light shines from deep in the forest and it grows brighter and brighter. A woman steps forth into the place of death. With a cry she looks upon the place of death.
“I am the Virgin,” she weeps. “I see my King. I see my beautiful God. He is no more. I am undone.”
“I am the Wife,” she cries. “I see my King. I see my husband. He is no more. I gather his pieces. I have begun.”
“I am the Crone,” she exclaims. “I see my King. I see my equal. I know him. I place him within my cauldron. I contain him. Here he will remain until he re-members himself. ” And it is so.
But it is not enough. Not this time.
For the story goes that the Great King journeys within the infinite cauldron—into the dark, the shadow--bestowing wisdom and teachings as he re-members himself; a light for those to follow. The story follows him into the deep and the dark until the darkest of days, where his light shines upon she-who-is-becoming. And on that darkest of days, the place where he re-members is the same place where she-who-is-becoming rests. And they meet in that instant, that pinpoint of light, that pause between thoughts. And they see the mirror of each other’s eyes and they look at their choice as they re-member and become what they have always been.
“The spiral is turning,” she says.
“And we have a choice,” he replies.
“We can continue the old way,” she says.
“I come into your cauldron and go within. I re-member myself. I am birthed. You nurture.” He winks. “I plant.”
She laughs. “You are good at planting. And then we watch things grow and then we watch things harvest.” Her smile fades. “The Hunt….”
His eyes meet her and he sighs.
Silence.
“I am Creator,” he begins.
“I am Sustainer,” she answers.
“I am Initiator,” he says.
“I am Nurturer,” she responds.
“I am Design,” he whispers.
“I am Word,” she breathes.
“I am Love,” he smiles.
“I am Power,” she states. “And Abundance,” she adds.
“Power,” He shakes his head and sighs in sorrow. “I give you back your Power. When I take Power, I create Force.”
Silence.
“We will braid ourselves. We will weave ourselves.” She offers.
“We will create a new Spiral.”
“We will dance it into Truth.”
“No more separation.”
“No more Hunt.”
He laughs. “How can there be a Hunt when we are Found?”
Her joy mirrors his own. It is one thing.
He holds out his hand. “Shall we begin?”
THE GREAT ASKING
Long ago in the Before, Humankind was named Joy. Then Otherness came. Otherness took a part of Joy’s Divine Design and kept it so it could control Joy. The part that was taken made Joy feel empty and Joy turned into Sorrow.
Now, Joy-turned-Sorrow, had many other fine attributes and still had all the rest of its Divine Design. Joy-turned-Sorrow was very clever, courageous, intelligent and persistent. With great effort, a replica was created of the missing part that Otherness had taken. Joy-turned-Sorrow used the replica as it would have used the missing part enabling Joy-turned-Sorrow to interact and communicate with its environment. They called the replica Personality.
Since the replica wasn’t the divine design, it wasn’t perfect. But Joy-turned-Sorrow kept working at it. Not giving up, honing and fine-tuning the personality so that it would be more and more like the divine design. Joy-turned-Sorrow knew this was the only way back to becoming Joy.
It must be understood that when Otherness came and took this part away from Joy, not only to be controlled by Otherness, it also made Joy-turned-Sorrow feel it was on it’s own, a single thing. But that wasn’t true. Many helpers came in the guise of avatars, miracle workers and teachers. They blended in with Joy-turned-Sorrow and showed better ways of working with the Personality that Joy-turned-Sorrow had created, enabling fine-tuning of the replica. They became very proud of their replica and how perfect it was becoming.
OASIS
It’s nice to take a break from the ‘day-to-day.’ These are short, little meditations designed for when you don’t have too much time, or you don’t want to take too much time.
In order to properly focus, please do not listen to these when driving or operating heavy equipment (like, no duh, since we have to close our eyes!)
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Guided Meditation for relaxation
A quick way to relaxation and peace when you find yourself too wound up.
A quick meditation that energizes you, so you can feel renewed and refreshed.
