deborah maragopoulos


Excerpt from “My Lovedance”

By the summer of 2008, I got reconnected to my old way of communicating with spirit. Something I called conversations with God as a kid transformed that summer into Q&A. I got a brand-new journal and dedicated it to conversations with my higher self and began on July 11th 2008 my divine Q&A…

Q: What do I release?
A: Your fear

I didn’t like that answer, so I asked the question differently…

Q: What do I sacrifice in my life to make room for abundance?
A: Your Fear

Hmm. My Higher Self was being evasive…

Q: What am I afraid of?
A: Not being good enough to complete your mission
Not being your truth
Not returning home
Being alone—separated
Leaving behind what you love…

Q: I must release all this??
A: Just the fear. The rest will fall into place. Have faith—easy for you. Do not be discouraged by others nor by life. All obstacles are tests that strengthen your character. Ask for help—you are surrounded by those willing to be of assistance if you but ask. Don’t push them away with your fear.

Wow! She really knew me!

Q: So much I know, but am not yet. When will I be?
A: You are complete—yihidra

Still no practical answers. Seems like spirit communicates in riddles. Same with my old gurus, not much was given in clear steps, but rather comfort in general. I tried again…

Q: Ok, so what human step must I take right now?
A: Be Joy. Love All. When the time is ripe you shall receive the full rich harvest.

Q: So the time is not yet right?
A: Ripe.

Q: Ripe?
A: The fall is the time to harvest.

Q: Hmm. What now?
A: Enjoy the time you have with your loved ones.

Q: But I love too much…
A: Not possible. You do take on too much. Others are not your responsibility. Free will is theirs. You are here to enlighten with the model of your life, your being. They may not wake up. They may not follow. They may choose darkness. Let them go…

And from then on, I was reconnected with my higher self.

Many more questions were answered. Yet the most unique aspect of this journal is my conversations with my Higher Self were the reflections upon looking at insights given in the past and living the present circumstance. For the Divine, there is no Time. Only the human me defines herself by the past, the present and the future, yet all exist in the Now.

My higher-self identified herself as …I am You. Divinely connected. Remembering all that was, all that is, all that will be. I am Timeless. You are me in earthbound form. I am you in heavenly connection.


At the fall meeting of the Ojai Grandmother’s Council, we were reminded of the seeds of intention that we planted in the spring. Some could not remember their intentions, some remembered but did not tend them. I was acutely aware of mine. My birthday is on the Spring Equinox and every year I plant seeds of intention with the hopes of a great harvest come fall. That year my intention was to be open to receive abundance.

Oh, I have much. My life is very rich. A beautiful home, fertile land, healthy, happy children, an amazing relationship with my beloved husband, a fulfilling healthcare practice, yet I feel that there is more…that I am to go out into the world and share my wisdom…and to do that…I need resources…money and people to help…and although my business pays the bills, there is debt incurred to build the practice, to manufacture Genesis Gold®…and my book—LoveDance®—waiting for release.

Since planting my seeds of intention, I’d been acutely aware of the abundance in my life, living in gratitude as the universe has seen fit to challenge me…with death, and loss, and sacrifice. As if I had to empty my Soul Purse over and over to make room for the abundance to come.

That night… I have sequence of five dreams…

All the time I’m dreaming, I’m lucid. I fall in and out of sleep after a tremendous hot flash at 12:30—three hours after I fell asleep—and spend time rolling around considering what I should do about my hormonal challenge…then set my intention to know what it’s all about at the soul level and fall asleep…

…The first dream opens with a gathering of women in a great big house. I’m trying to settle in and my roommate shows up. One of my young patients and she’s distraught, hands me her pants. She needs another pair just like them. I tell her pants are expensive in…Italy…wow, that’s where we are!… and she hands me $50. I look at the pants…olive green suede polyester nothing wrong with them except a blood stain at the crotch. She is mortified that she started her period…this is the patient I saw last week who missed her period…I explain she can wash them out, but she will never wear them again—stained with women’s blood…I am saddened by her shame, I want to make it better for her…and then I see that she is me as a girl not at peace with my femininity and all women afraid they are unclean as the world has treated them. And I feel a deep sense of gratitude for finally embracing my feminine power…

…and the dream shifts. I’m with the same gathering, but so crowded, too many women… A fake sense of feminine power emanates from them—over inflated, dangerous—a roomful of women wearing pants under skirts. I need to get away. But it’s so crowded. Finally, I remember I can fly! I start to push off away from the crowded staircase…and another woman, one from my women’s circle…says “Hold her!” I am chased by two women, struggling to gain altitude through the crowded place, they grasp my trailing legs, but cannot catch me. I feel light but too low…the energy is one of a dog teasing its owners into a game of chase– I head for the light, but they close the opening before I can fly there…I’m trapped in a great big tent! …Lucid, I try to wake up…and realize until I get the message of the dream sequence, I’m not going anywhere…I fly up through ropes, tight ropes. Below me, all the women I’ve gotten involved with in this life and beyond—from girls scouts, to sorority sisters, to the nurse practitioners I led, and the women’s circle, the grandmothers, and interspersed are the women gurus who wove in and out of my life these past 13 years…all who wanted me to join them, to lead them… …my lucid self so happy to be flying again (I haven’t flown in my dreams since the women’s retreat just before the Autumn Equinox where we worked on our karmic imprints)…How funny that my subconscious traps me in a circus tent with crazy women. I laugh…

….and slip into another dream. A great gathering of all my dead patients. Everyone’s there…Eddie in the background—smoking! —Lacy, Michael, many whose names I’ve forgotten but not their faces—whole and healthy—and their energy. All doing whatever they please…peace emanates from them. The last patient I buried is there too. A sense of guilt carried from my waking world trickles into my dreamtime. Barbara is the spokeswoman and she’s explaining where Anna is on her spirit path so soon after her death. “There is no need for regret. You danced your best dance with each of us. We are where we need to be at this time in human consciousness.” Gran’s there too. And she is walking very strangely…like she’s in a space suit, sort of praying mantis like. I wonder if her walker would help, and Gran apologizes…it’s broken, how difficult it is to move on earth, so much easier over there. I have a catalog in my hands and pick out a handicap toilet for her…pink and orange!…which seems silly since I know Gran isn’t staying…and feel bad that we didn’t make these accommodations for her while she was alive. I show her the toilet. “I never had such a bright toilet!” she says, “but I don’t think I’ll need one. I’m not staying, dear. This is the first time you let me in.” True, she has visited Steve many times. I inquire about the others. She says “I have very nice visits with Steve, but the rest are harder.” I hope she isn’t spending too much time and effort trying to contact those who are not ready to receive her. She laughs and says, no she is very busy over there, but not to worry. Time is not an issue for her anymore and effort, well it is easier to be in the presence of love than fear… In my observer, lucid dreamer state, I want to spend more time with the dead, knowing it’s precious…it’s the first time I’ve dreamt of Gran and she feels so real…our conversations though bizarre yet so genuine. The only one I miss in the dreams is Hope…she’s not with the grateful dead…but I’m not sad. I know my beloved Great Dane, my Hope, is where she belongs…

…then I’m on a huge field, tossing a yellow grass-stained nerf football to a black dog and a blond boy. Every pass, they switch off, I’m not a good thrower and neither of them catch well. We pass through many other people’s games/lives, communicate with them and move on. All are men and boys…fathers and sons. Playing amongst a group of black men and boys, one of which compliments my butt as I bend over the tub to find the dog tied up like a broken doll almost fetal like. I keep finding its limp body left behind with the ball underwater. At first I dismiss the comment as I did in my youth with an excuse and then I replay the scene and graciously thank the man and he swells and merges with the other black men, their sons receiving their vibration as the sacred feminine received them…back to the fetal dog and used up ball left underwater…I realize the boy has moved on… this boy-dog issue I know is mine…my inner boy child leaving me and the spirit dog connecting him to the otherworld left behind…this is part of the healing the divine masculine within me…

…then I’m back in the house—my recurring house dream. Usually in the “house” dream, I am so frustrated…my sisters keep me from getting what I need to get done, I’m always cooking or cleaning and everything is a disaster…this time I am just watching while being in the midst of them…like I’m watching a home movie while being in it … this time, instead of wandering the never-ending rooms, and halls, I stay in the kitchen-family room where all the family is gathered. It’s our rental, yet I have no sense of ownership… The family has rented it before and now have a disaster with the microwave. I am surprised I am not making a fuss that they are trying to microwave a whole chicken… Steve even looks to me for a response, but it is like I am just observing, it’s all very funny and we’re playing our silly parts again and again with the same outcome, I even tease about some goofy fake fur pants I plan to get my brother-in-law, and my fashionable sister looks at me horrified… Later I am to meet Steve for a trip, he’s coming back to the house to pick me up, but my sister needs my car to go to work…and she’s dressed in these too big jeans, strange polka dot hose and heels, a vest she made up out of our dead PopPop’s pajama top and a nice leather jacket on top of it all. I send her out with my blessing, but need to get my purse out of the car because it has everything I need to go away with Steve. I’m surprised at the floppy little purse that seems so empty (my violet soul purse with a golden clasp)…I never carry purses in my dream…always have what I need somewhere on me… And then I am my daughter meeting her beloved to go to Hawaii. ..and I realize all is superfluous because I must get ready for a wedding…

Then I wake up!

The energy of the dreams was curiosity…taking a trip down the rabbit hole of my subconscious…and at times I try to get out but I know it’s all a dream and stay to learn more. There’s no fear, just bemusement. I know I am growing while in the dark dream state…I intended this before falling asleep …I know these dreams represent what I have cleared from my soul purse…my fears of being a woman, my tendencies to get captured by others and taken advantage of, the shame of failing in my healing practice, letting go of the boy to allow room for the divine masculine, being with my family all the interior mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons and not being smothered by my relationships with them but seeing the humor in life and being gracious with my humanity…then going on the next stage of my soul journey, preparing to experience the sacred marriage of divine feminine and divine masculine within me in the heart of the earth…starting all over again like newlyweds… The last sequence with the empty purse (I never dream of purses!) with Hope not part of the dead but so deeply embedded in my soul, not something to be cleared out of my soul “purse”… something to keep always.

This crazy dream sequence was in fact…the past six months of soul work from the time I planted the seed of intention to be open to receive abundance…through all the work of clearing out all that doesn’t serve me, and making room for a great harvest, a filling up of soul…a completeness of self…whole, finally to be whole.

Excerpt from My LoveDance. Available on Amazon

Accessing your Akash for Spiritual Guidance

My most aha moments come in active meditation—walking, swimming, even trail riding on horseback and lately riding behind my husband on our motorcycle. The movement, the connection with the elements of air, water, earth helps me “dive” into my inner knowing. I call it mining my DNA. The easiest way I mine my DNA is to swim in an infinity pattern (a figure eight) in our pool. I swim underwater allowing the sensory deprivation to carry me into my genetic memory.

My belief is that our truth is within our DNA. While our DNA holds our biochemical inheritance—our eye color, body type, blood type– it also carries information important to our soul journey.

If genetics—the chromosomes and genes of our DNA—are what is physically expressed, mimetics —the music or vibration of our DNA—is what is spiritually expressed. Think of it as ancestral memory or even karmic imprints.

The Akash is the “record” of our spiritual experience. One we can access by ourselves or with an escort. Usually the escort is a psychic who has practiced tuning in to another’s akashic records. Until recently, I have never had a formal escort into my Akash.

As synchronicity would have it, I was contacted by a follower of this blog who wanted me to meet a woman who did Akashic readings. As a holistic healer, I have had offers like this before but this one intrigued me. So I checked out this woman who called herself the rock whisperer and felt moved to experience a reading.

So on May Day, I had an Akashic reading over the phone with Krista Mitchell.

It was one of the most loving, affirming, positive experiences I have ever known. I have had experiences with psychics before…when I established my integrative medical practice the spiritual gurus seemed to come out of the woodwork seeking my hormonal expertise and wanted to barter with me…yet none were as loving.

Krista began in prayer before “opening my records”. I was greeted with much emotion, with images of Dove and Fawn, and awash with kindness, gentleness, caring. It was reaffirmed for me that I’ve been a healer many, many lifetimes. I was “shown” how the pink soul path of divine love has been my existence this lifetime. This felt true to me. I’ve always felt loved, beloved, and tend to come from my heart in negotiating my way through the world.

And I was reminded to ASK.

Healers tend to give and give of their own resources. We rarely ask for help and when we do, we are barely open to receive it.

I was asked if I had any pain in my left lower back. And yes, I did, very much so. In fact just after scheduling this reading, my back went out…severe spasm on my left lumbar sacral area. I had been dealing with nerve impingement in my right leg and right arm and have had much body work, yet this back spasm nearly took me out.

And this pain in my back was keeping me from moving forward.

Last year, I finally finished my second book—LOVEDANCE OF THE MAGDALEN—got it edited and released it for feedback just before going to Europe on a long promised trip with our grown children in celebration of their college graduations. We had an amazing journey to our mother lands of Italy and Greece, then shipped the kids back home and spent our 30th anniversary in the South of France. Here my beloved husband escorted me through the legendary path of Mary Magdalen.

When we returned, I spent time recording my Magdalen journey, waited for my blurb writers to finish reading the manuscript, and ordered a new batch of my nutraceutical product—Genesis Gold. I taught a long awaited neuro-immune-endocrine course for my nurse practitioner colleagues through the early fall. Then my manufacturer closed its doors and filed bankruptcy…before completing our batch of Genesis Gold. We were completely out of stock.

I spent a month trying desperately to find a new manufacturer. Finally I got down on my knees and prayed for guidance…I needed to ask for help from my patients and customers. So with great difficulty, I explained the situation and asked for prayer and positive energy to find a manufacturer and support me in court as I tried to get our deposit back.

From that moment forth, I was carried by loving energy all through the fiasco until I finally found a manufacturer and waited months to receive a new batch of Genesis Gold. One of my patients expressed surprise that my other patients and customers might not help me. And I replied, “I know they love and support me, yet I have a hard time asking for anyone’s help and more so, receiving it.” Even when I’m getting body work, I feel my therapists’ energy and spend the time counseling them instead of just relaxing and receiving.

So all this time LOVEDANCE OF THE MAGDALEN was put on the back burner. Once I received the shipment of Genesis Gold and got all our presales mailed out, I thought for sure I would be able to move forward and find an agent for my book. Yet fear settled in, my neck and back went out, and I just couldn’t move.

So divine orchestration set up this meeting with Krista. And forced me to be still and receive. My daughter’s wedding dress needed to be picked up that same day, so I was sitting in the back seat of her car just listening to the counsel that came through Krista.

The “guardians of my Akash” helped me clear the energetic block in my back. I was also encouraged to “ASK” for divine assistance through direct prayer. And I was greatly encouraged to “PUBLISH IT”! I was “told” the world needs to be shown this Divine Feminine Way of accessing Source.

Since then my back is getting better, my fear dissolving with every heartfelt prayer, and I finally wrote a query letter that I believe captures the essence of this book.

LOVEDANCE OF THE MAGDALEN will break open an ancient archetype to unveil the true power of the Divine Feminine. It is time. My pink heart path is shifting to one of emerald green as I fly from my home nest of Ojai and bring my Divine Feminine truth into the world.

Thank you, Krista, for reminding me how loved I am.

Now I ASK, you, my beloved readers, to send prayers and positive energy as I launch this process in finding the right agent who will bring us to the right publisher, who will then put LOVEDANCE OF THE MAGDALEN out into the world so that the Divine Feminine is graciously received.


Love and Light,


Author Deborah Maragopoulos MN FNP Wins Best Spiritual Fiction Book in Reader Views 2007 Annual Literary Awards

“LoveDance: Awakening the Divine Daughter” was selected as the best Spiritual Fiction Book of 2007 by Reader Views Annual Literary Awards. Reader Views Annual Literary Awards were established to honor writers who self-published or had their books published by a small press, university press, or independent book publisher.


“Reader Views reviews more than 2,000 books per year from budding authors who have worked hard to achieve their dream of being published,” Reader Views Managing Editor Irene Watson says. “Our Annual Literary Awards recognize the very best of these up-and-coming authors, all talented writers who we know have very promising writing careers ahead of them.”


The Reader Views Annual Literary Awards are granted in 20 fiction and 30 nonfiction categories, as well as 15 specialized, sponsored categories. The entries are judged by Reader Views reviewers, all avid readers with a wide range of experiences, considered experts in the respective fields.

  About LoveDance: Awakening the Divine Daughter LoveDance: Awakening the Divine Daughter is an intimate unveiling of Mary Magdalen as a woman awakening to her sacred feminine power. LoveDance reveals the grace and the beauty of the times as well as the passion and the sorrow. Mary’s awakening will touch your heart and heal your soul.  

Celebrity actress Kathryn Ross described LoveDance as “a lovely and timely book… Mary’s story is a parable for all of us. It’s time to get back in balance. Amazing that even 2000 plus years ago we were swayed or coerced into certain beliefs by politics and male dominated religion. Not too different from the present.”

 History was written by men. LoveDance is HERstory. LoveDance: Awakening the Divine Daughter may be purchased at