Joey M. Joseph, Shamanic Reiki & Karuna™ Master Teacher

"ha nee chee wa she" (I am she who grows souls)

Holistic Approach to healing

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Séance Circle October 27


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Hosted by Joey M. Joseph

This is the time of year when the veil between the worlds is thinner, and we are able to hear, see, feel and to tune-into vibrations of the people who still live in our hearts, yet do not have physical form.

Every person has the capability of bringing a message from the spiritual realms. When you become attuned to how communication happens, awareness grows and we alleviate feelings of being alone and separated from those we long to connect with. Spirits on the other side often long to let you know they are still alive and with you. This is an opportunity to learn to trust and increase your intuitive gifts.

The circle will be giving messages to one another, allowing one more confidence in trusting what comes into our minds and hearts using intuition as a guide.
The circle will be set with an empowered intention, according to who attends.

This is an interactive circle where we are all connecting, interpreting, and listening for messages to give and receive. I will give you guidelines, set the circle through guided meditation in preparation for the ceremony.

Where: Camelot Therapeutic Horsemanship

              6250 E. Jomax Rd, Scottsdale AZ 85266

Date:     Friday, October 27

Cost      $15 per person (proceeds donated to Camelot)

Time     5:30 to 7:30pm (approximate)

RSVP to Joey 623-698-6899 TEXTS WELCOME

IMPORTANT: Please bring bottled water to drink and a small candle




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Camelot, helping people with disabilities

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Jessie and Scout, the horse

I talk about Camelot often, as it is a place of community, where people gather to support and develop their skills in working in relationship with the grace and generosity of the horse. Camelot is a facility that provides a sacred space dedicated to that one purpose. Its designed for people with physical challenges to give them an opportunity to develop leadership skills in working with a community who  have one goal, to serve their special needs.

Any success is based on generating the perfect amount of skill and resource to fulfill the intention of the goal. Camelot is one such place. People are drawn to Camelot for many reasons, to share knowledge, teach, to serve others who, if not for them would never experience the freedom of riding.


Founded in 1980, Camelot has grown to become a state-of-the art facility,  located on 14.25 acres. They have a beautifully maintained ranch with 3 large pastures, one covered and a dressage arena in addition to a walking trail on the perimeter of the property.

They also have a labyrinth donated by one of the members and designed for wheelchair access. Each rock carefully lines the path, thoughtfully placed by students, volunteers and their families.

As a non-profit, charitable organization, Camelot does not charge students, relying solely on private donations from the community.

Each year 2 important fund-raisers are held to insure the continuation of the success of the program.  All donations are 100% tax deductible.  Please join us for Starry Knights  October 21, or to donate or purchase silent auction items, visit

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Starry Knights fundraiser,  6 pm on Saturday, October 21, at the Scottsdale Plaza Resort for a celebration of the people and horses that embody the Camelot spirit of joy & courage! The evening will include a hosted cocktail hour, dinner, live & silent auctions, and a special presentation featuring our two honored students, Kelly & Kiara!


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A horse lesson

Recently we had an incident where I stable my horse. When my friend and I arrived at 7:30 am for our Monday horse riding lesson, there was a lot of commotion, a Veterinary was in attendance and we saw the owner with her horse Chloe and it was obvious she was injured. We skipped the lesson to assist with stable duties as the other horses were patiently waiting for breakfast.  On a normal day the horses would be going crazy, and it was 2 hours past feeding time. Today they waited patiently. As a habit I  “tuned” into the feeling and as I did I felt tears spring to my eyes as I felt their compassion.  Although there are 7 or 8 boarders at our facility, horses do not see separation, to them they are a herd, a community and a family.
Chloe, the horse had a serious accident in the round pen, her leg caught in the upper portion of the fences gate, laying upside down on her back, three legs in the air, one caught. When in her stall, her best friend Nifty, is next to her. He called out to the house to alert the owner that something was wrong. It was clear his whinny was different than the usual, come feed me, alerting them to go check. They went into action calling on neighbors and friends who came to free her while the owner called a Vet. The horse was fortunate there was no break, although it has been a healing process for the past weeks.
Angel, Chloe’s owner always wanted a buckskin horse and rescued her from a cruel man who used to beat her to get her to cooperate. A while back Angel had confessed she had hatred for the man who mistreated her beautiful Chloe, and she had spent years working to help her overcome. She reminded me I had told her to let that go and move on from that, so Chloe could too which she said helped. Chloe is better than she was yet the stress in riding her was still evident. Angel patiently working through all the challenges.
So much of Chloe’s stress comes from expectation, her own and what was previously expected of her, something she was still living.
After a second Reiki treatment, I teased Chloe as I was giving her energy, “you created a situation where you could either surrender or fight, she chose to surrender”. From her past pain she could not perceive the love that was being given to her by her owner, as the “past” was always there, and she could only feel the pain and expectation of the previous conditions.  She told me that she called to her horse friend Nifty, help me, and that is when he whinnied for help.
As we stood there with Angel holding Chloe’s lead rope, she began to lick Angels hand, something she has never done, in addition to being calm and relaxed. I believe it is a gesture of gratitude and love, as she has opened her heart to a new way of being.
Chloe exposed herself, showing us a choice to stay or to move on. She has a chance to have a successful partnership with her owner, one based in respect and love.

When we heal the past, it gives us more energy for now, bringing our spirit into alignment with the present moment.

Standing there I could feel my beloved horse Savior, he stood by silently as I communicated to the owner. Savior who went home last November asking me to return to doing horse healing.

I am ready, I am.







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Recipes from Marian

When he met her he knew she was his home. He came face to face with his destiny, and he was up to the challenge. He knew what awaited him, for him life would be forever changed. Every summer he went to where she worked, waiting till the time would come to have his chance to court her. Her beauty shone from deep within her soul, the light and love that came from her velvet voice was strangely familiar, as if he always new he would be with her. The year 1935, a Lebanese girl from a family like his. He instantly wanted to protect her, in her he longed for the mother he never knew. A man would be lucky to shine her shoes. Who was he to think he could be with such a treasure! He would win her affection for his life depended on it!

I wrote this after my dad, George passed in 2009. I have never shared this before now, it seemed like the perfect way! My dad sharing his story of his beloved wife Marian, my mother.

She left the planet in 1993 leaving a legacy of love behind.

I have always aspired to emulate her compassion and understanding. Children are an extension of their parents. Today as I did the dishes I laughed at the lessons I have learned from her.

Every generation has their social structure and I learned the difference between my parents and mine. I wanted to be like my mom, and I realized she had her life, it was time to live my own, in a way that was right for me. I buried her twice when I let go of wanting to be her, giving me a new beginning.

Being a modern thinker I decided it was time to let go of the things that were not in alignment with my spirit. I evolved beyond my earlier beginnings and I needed to re-boot my foundation. I am not saying it was easy, re-evaluation takes courage and strength and the understanding that our ancestors desire us to live beyond what society deemed acceptable in the era in which they were raised. I believe in my  heart a good parent wants their children to be happy, fulfilled and true to who they are.

I felt her “urge” me to write, as it is important for me to share the amazing experiences, feelings and communications I receive from “beyond” this realm.

I felt joyous laughter at the remembrance of how my mom taught me how to make yogurt. Being of Lebanese descent we called it leban, as it was a staple in our home. In 1966 we moved from Ohio to California. My mother carried a starter of leban with her on the plane, she explained she did not want to start over with the store bought yogurt, as it did not taste the same. Every batch of yogurt must have a starter from the previous, to carry on the taste as well as retain its nutritional value.

Her greatest joy and gift was how she fed people. I believe it was the love she put into her home cooking and baking that she gave to every person that touched her life.

She took her baked goods everywhere, carried plates of cookies to the doctor’s office every time she went. Her greatest gift was her laughter, she would laugh at things people would cry over. She came from the era of silent suffering, and rarely complained.

Marian’s leban recipe

1/2 gallon Milk

2 tablespoons leban/yogurt

Bring the milk to a boil, and let slightly cool. When you can hold your little finger in the milk to the count of 10, it is ready for the starter yogurt. Take a saucer with the starter yogurt and hold over the pot of milk, add milk to the saucer a little at a time until it becomes liquidity. Take the saucer with the starter milk and fold it into the remaining liquid stirring for 3 -5 minutes.

Place it in a glass bowl and cover it with a towel. The best place is in the oven where there is no draft. The next step is to pray it gels into yogurt. The bowl is left overnight.

This is how Marian made homemade yogurt throughout her whole lifetime. It was how she learned to make it from her Grandfather who raised her and how she taught me.

On special occasions she would place the leban in a cheesecloth bag with a string, hung it over the sink to allow all the water to drain out. This makes it a hard leban, often called lebni. It becomes a creamy texture and can be used like cream cheese. My favorite!

Marian was a very creative and innovative cook and baker. She was always surprising our pallets!!

Marian’s # 1 rule for living, the golden rule:

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”

Blessings of love, laughter and joy!!