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I’m back! I have been a bit scarce around the internet this past month, having been away to visit my Dad at the end of September. It was a really beautiful trip. If you’re going to visit Ontario, go in late September / early October. The colours are incredible, and it lifts my heart whenever I go. I had a wonderful visit with my Dad and extended family.
I did not visit my Mom’s gravesite. I just didn’t want to revisit that grief. It felt weird, in a way, to visit and not go to the grave, but here’s the thing:
The grave, to me, is the site of the burial. It’s not where I see my Mom, it’s not where she is now. It’s a memorial to her, and I’m really glad it’s there. I’ve seen photos. There is a hummingbird engraving, and a dharma wheel. It’s lovely, truly. I just… really have no desire to bring flowers to the marker of (most) of her ashes. To me, I would be revisiting the intense sadness of her funeral, and all the terrible emotional upheaval of that time. Going would just have made me sad. So I wrestled a little bit with the idea that I *should want to* go, but ultimately just decided not to go this trip. Grave sites are good at waiting.
Instead, I focused on enjoying the time with my Dad, and my extended family. It’s a really great clan.
So that visit took about two and a half weeks of brain space.
I’ve also had quite a bit of hum-drum, non-psychic stuff to deal with in my day-to-day life. Remember that stabbing bladder pain? Well I’ll be spending a part of my winter investigating that. Fortunately, I really like my urologist, and I’ve known him for a few years through the hospital. He’s one of those doctors who’s always looked me in the eye, smiled, and clearly communicated what he needs for procedures. Arranging that, thinking about it, and following up on getting an ultrasound and a scope (scream!) will be projects that’ll continue to divert my time and attention from the blog this winter.
I’ve also been kept busy with union stuff. I don’t generally talk about the union, because it’s frankly *super* boring. UGH. Oh my GAWD you guys. SO BORING! But it is important work, and I do it for my friends and coworkers at the hospital. We had a meeting in the beginning of October, and, as usual, there’s a lot of follow-up work for me post-meeting, as the secretary-treasurer. So that’s a distraction from the blog too. Sheesh!
Today, my attention is back on the blog! I even started a new entry, but I haven’t finished it yet.
I have fallen behind a bit with my cross posting, so first things first: Those who are *not* subscribed to my podcast, you can subscribe if you wish and automatically receive the episodes as soon as they’re released. This is really handy when a podcast isn’t on a consistent release schedule.
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Okay, I will be back soon when I finish a longer post about Energy and OCD. It’s just taking a while for me to completely figure out what I’m trying to say. More to come. Stay tuned.
okay friends, it’s late and I can’t figure out why I am having trouble posting a photo for this episode.
I will just give you the link:
There! It’s ugly but it works!
Yay! I held this episode back for a few weeks because I wasn’t sure how to introduce it. And then I heard Jess talking about her sessions with me on her latest episode of Off in the Weeds. Her cohost John was understandably skeptical, and I really appreciated their conversation.
I put that exerpt of Jess and John in the intriduction of this episode.
What do you think? Let me know!
I’ve seen female bodies transition to male, and male to female almost entirely through the addition of different hormones.
I saw my mother suffer for more than a decade from never-ending menopause.
Remember when I said I thought I had adrenal / cortisol fatigue?
This, after months of working with a nutritionist and losing zero pounds. I may have even gained a pound during that. The puzzling thing was, there was no reason I SHOULD have gained weight, especially not while maintaining a chaperoned diet designed to help me lose weight.
I have not mentioned how, in the last two years, my periods have been getting worse. Investigating that was on my to do list for this fall anyway, but it didn’t seem urgent.
Know how your body tells you something is urgent? It gives you a STABBING PAIN IN THE BLADDER for days. No infection, just RELENTLESS ALARMING PAIN. And since the GP (family doc) advises you to take ibuprofen for the pain and await test results, which he then says are all “within normal range”, it’s your body that drives you to a private clinic.
At least, that’s how it has happened for me.
Today, I am delighted and relieved as I sit atop this ice pack to say that my “normal” blood work is not actually normal to the specialist – a naturopathic doctor who specializes in women’s reproductive health. Apparently, blood results are open to interpretation.
I suspected I had estrogen dominance. I had three different blog friends email me and suggest I look into it, as they were helped with that diagnosis after years of farting around with symptoms similar to what I’ve described here. I did some reading, and yes, that would explain a lot. The ridiculous periods, the inexplicable stubborn weight gain, the embarassing constipation I didn’t know I had. Even my dry itchy eyes could be resulting from estrogen dominance.
What was immensely gratifying was the confirmation of my suspicion: my progesterone should be MUCH higher than it is, in relation to the estrogen. Even though both hormones are within acceptable range, their ratios are abnormal – and that’s not something my GP seems to know about. General Practitioners can’t be expected to keep up with everything, and our GPs are also emergency room docs. Don’t get me wrong, they are great docs – but I wonder if docs who so frequently do emergency work look at me, walking, talking and complaining of pain, and immediately de-prioritize my care as “not urgent”, like they would in the ER.
Female pain tends to get down-graded too. When the GP suggested “dryness” and “discomfort” I felt like my description of “scary stabbing pain” wasn’t really heard. Office chairs are uncomfortable. Pain is pain.
It probably doesn’t help that I have a dark sense of humour, and describing pain while cracking a joke is not something I should do in a doctors office. As long as I am coping, and I can cope with a good deal of pain, I will cope with jokes. When I can’t cope, I cry, and that’s what happens at pain level 8 or 9. Broken bones are an 8, nerve pain for me is a 9. This current pain is a 7. That’s what I should have said. DO NOT MAKE JOKES WHILE DESCRIBING PAIN. Note to self!
GPs and ER docs are not reproductive health specialists.
I knew I needed a specialist who wouldn’t just toss a cookie-cutter prescription at me. And who would spend more than 10 minutes with me. AND who was open to the idea that this all started years ago, with intense, prolonged stress. Stress that changed the colour of my hair from warm, multicoloured chestnut, to flat, monotone, dark brown with 1/4 grey hair.
If that happened to my hair, what happened inside?
Oh and I’m also significantly iron deficient. Probably from all of the ridiculous bleeding. I will have to sit down and have a conversation with this intelligent designer I keep hearing about – I think we need a fertility off-switch. There’s got to be a suggestion box up there.
Did you know that if you take iron supplements you should also take them with vitamin C? It improves absorbency. But avoid calcium with the iron, because that will interfere with iron absorption.
So that nice glass of organic milk I had with my steak last week was not as helpful as I thought.
Next step: getting my lab kit in the mail. Know what you do with that? You spit into vials four different times on the 18th day of your cycle, and then freeze it. Then you mail the frozen saliva back to the lab. Neat, eh?
The reason for spit-testing is this: the hormones flying around the blood stream don’t all make it into the tissues. The estrogen / progesterone ratio could be different when you look at what has actually passed through the tissues and into the saliva.
This next round will also give more detail about which types of estrogen and progesterone are at what levels – blood tests gather the sum total of each type.
At the end of all of this, I will come away with a precise prescription to get my body back on track, and there will be monitoring of the progress / effectiveness of the treatments too.
In describing my pain, the specialist suggested I go to the ER to access a different doctor. She really took my pain seriously. She heard pain and understood I meant PAIN. I had to explain that while our town is beautiful, we don’t have many options with doctors – it’s the clinic docs who staff the ER. I would just be sent to the clinic, or I’d end up seeing the same clinic doc in the ER! Unless the pain was so bad I needed morphine, there was no point in going to the ER.
The ER is like a hammer. I need a tuning. You can’t tune a piano with a hammer.
Anyway, I will continue to see the GP for referrals to get an ultrasound in search of the source of the stabbing pain, and for a referral to a urologist. Stabbing pain is not a hormone issue – unless it’s a cyst or polyp caused by the hormones. It could be that, it could be a few other things. More information is needed.
I really love our public health care system. It’s just a shame that public health care sometimes means slow, incomplete health care. This diagnosis could have taken me months, possibly years through the public system. I had an extremely painful condition in my 20s that progressed for nearly 2 years, with normal test results and multiple clinic and ER docs repeating the same, useless information. Then, I finally got in front of a specialist who knew what she was looking at the moment she saw me.
And the solution was gentle and easy. One pill once a month. It took me over a year before my body’s balance corrected itself and I no longer needed those pills, but they completely turned it around for me.
This is why I love heath care. The right solution can change your life. Do you know how many times I would have died if not for modern medicine?
I always think about the diet factor. But sometimes, diet isn’t enough. Diet could not fix this spiral – the stress, causing adrenal fatigue, causing estrogen dominance, causing anemia, weight gain and a plethora of other symptoms.
Encouraged, I’m going back to my healthy diet with new zeal. No sugar. Low flour. Little dairy. It’s not easy, but I know it’s the best diet for me, based on experience. I feel like it’s worth the effort now, because I think I’ll be back on track soon.
Good health, everyone, or as they say in Germany, gazunteight!
Friends, I’ve had such a wonderful summer. I’m planning a trip to visit my Dad at the end of September, sweetie and I have been on a little summer vacation to Salt Spring Island, I’ve had some quality time with my friends – and I’ve had some wonderful sessions with some of you!
If you’re not already following me on Facebook / Twitter / Instagram, please do so, because that’s where my day-to-day updates tend to go. If you’re curious about my life, that is! And assuming you like pictures of cats.
I do have two new podcast episodes coming down to you – I will try to have them posted tomorrow, but if not, it will definitely be next week! Check out joyfultelepathy.com, or subscribe on iTunes or stitcher to be updated as soon as its released.
I am also about two weeks behind on my emails at the moment. I really love hearing from you, and just today I responded to two people with paranormal stories / spirit experiences that parallel my own. VERY COOL, I love it when you reach out to me and trust me with your stories. Thank you. It make take me a little while to get back to you, especially as we get further into September and I’m preparing for my trip.
So keep emailing me, and know I’m not ignoring you! I will always answer your emails.
Have an amazing day, everyone. Kate
Here in Tofino, there is a modest little cemetery called “SeaView”.
It’s set back from the highway, a short drive down a dirt road to a fenced in little field dotted with flowers. This site has been in use for over 100 years. Not many people are buried here now, although there are a few recent graves. This silent, peaceful place has a feeling of being forgotten but cared-for at the same time.
There are no standing headstones, just markers parallel to the ground. That second marker on the right hand side, just at the edge of the fence? I stood in front of that marker to read the inscription… and I felt a rushing up through my feet and head. I felt dizzy and nervous simultaneously. I think this grave has a guardian that just didn’t like me standing on top of the grave.
It was a marker for a girl who died too young. It’s a very old marker and through the moss, you can make out the grief-stricken words chosen by her bereaved parents. This is the first time I’ve felt a strong guardian presence at a gravesite.
I asked Sweetie to stand exactly there, and she shivered. It was only this spot that felt forbidding and weird. We found a rose beside the fence that had blown off of one of the markers, and we placed it where we were standing, with a whispered apology. It was all we could really do to acknowledge the presence.
Everywhere else was quiet. A few spots still felt distinctly sad.
I’ve mentioned before, that I learned to read in a grave yard. In the early years of my childhood, there was not a playground within walking distance of our apartment, but there was a very old, beautiful and expansive graveyard behind the apartment building along a quiet little road. Usually, cemeteries feel more like libraries to me, but this one is different. Or maybe cemeteries feel different to me now.
I learned to ride my bike on the road to the cemetery, and my mother and I would stash my bike in the bushes and go into the graveyard for a picnic and a walk. I learned many letters and numbers by tracing my finger over the carved inscriptions in granite and marble, and saying the sounds of the letter or counting the number.
My mother taught me I could decipher the age of the person in the grave by subtracting the dates – but she always did the math at that point, because it was too advanced for me. I was probably 3 or 4 at this time.
So I have very fond associations with cemeteries. But this one, the Tofino Seaview Cemetery, I think it’s my new favourite. It’s the only cemetery I’ve encountered that has a section for pets, right at the back. The grave markers for pets were charming and endearing.
Some were rustic.
Some were very old.
And some clearly had the hands of children involved:
We encountered a surprise, back in the pet section. I photo of a laughing woman, nailed to a tree, facing the ocean and the pet graves. I think there were some ashes scattered here, among the pets, in line with the ocean.
Here’s the view, opposite the photo. A great view for bird-watching.
I definitely wish to be cremated, when my own time comes. Hopefully not for a good long while. I am banking on the longevity of *both*sides of my family – most women live into their 80s at least, and more than a few made it into their 90s. So with no children of our own, I can only imagine some great-grand niece / nephew / cousin however many times removed may want to take on the task. Or maybe a friend, or the child of a friend. Who knows. I would want it to be fun!
After scattering my Oma’s ashes in the Baron Canyon in Algonquin Park, and some of my mother’s ashes in a 900 year old cedar, I’ve been thinking about putting together a wild reverse-geocaching ashes-scattering adventure for whatever distant relative feels up to the task. If I get really wild with it, I’ll even leave some money to fund the travel. And maybe I’ll put this out-of-the-way ocean-side cemetery on my list!
I hope this entry wasn’t too morbid for y’all. I enjoyed my visit, and I hope you enjoyed sharing it with me.
We welcomed some friends from our home town of North Bay and the brand new human they created, Ginny. You guys, I just love this kid. I miss her so much! She is a total badass, too. Here she is bleeding through her leggings because she took a header down a gravel hill just before our boat ride – I thought it was over, folks! I’ve taken falls like that! THEY HURT! Sliding on gravel can wreck your day, but after some love and cuddles from her parents, and some matter-of-fact first aiding, we made it out to Meares island, home of the 1200 year old trees.
The one in the background of this photo is about 900 years old, apparently.
There’s another special thing about this tree – last time I was here, it was with my mother. And she was pretty pissed at me.
See, the boardwalk on Meares island is really rough, and I didn’t know that Mom had become unsteady on her feet. This was before we knew about the brain tumour. I was shocked she was so upset that I’d wanted to take them to this trail. Again, before we knew about the brain tumour, Mom’s emotional responses seemed extreme and confusing.
I hadn’t remembered the trail being so rough, and I hadn’t known that my mother had declined so far in her health she wasn’t comfortable on anything but a paved surface. Plenty of people in their 60s and 70s walk these trails. Not Mom though. She was scared she’d be hurt. It started their visit off on a very bad foot.
We made it as far as this very tree. We took some photos by this tree, and a bright blue stellar jay showed himself in all his electric glory. We have photos of him too. If I get time to dig up those photos, I’ll post them here.
And here I am, years later, at this very tree. What you can’t see is my Mom is here too. In spirit of course, cackling along with her favourite aunt (they like to tag along on our vacations), but she is also in my pocket. I brought her ashes with me, to this spot, on this day.
And I left some in this tree. The next rain washed the teaspoon of ashes away, I’m sure, and I hope some molecules of what used to be her body will be taken up into this tree. Because even though Mom was angry with me at the time, weeks later after thinking about it and looking at the photos, she told me she was glad to have been there, and wasn’t that Stellar jay beautiful?
Right after this photo was taken, a Stellar jay chattered, and showed himself. I IMMEDIATELY started to cry, and explained myself to my friends who were unaware of my secret ashes-scattering mission.
My friend responded “well, good! If we can have everyone in tears by the end of this journey, we can declare this day successful!” (Refrencing Ginny’s painful face-plant that was referred to for the rest of the visit as The Incident.)
I love that I have a little bit of my mom in this tree. I love that before Mom died, she promised to send me schnauzers and birds. I see her in hummingbirds that visit my garden, in startling and delightful yellow warblers, and in the merry chattering Stellar jay, whose presence confirmed hers.
Love you, Mom.
The Crazy Cat Lady enclosure is nearing completion of Phase 1!
Let me give you the background here: In the past, all my animals have been rescues. With the exception of Happy, I didn’t know any of the birthdays of any of my pets. I never *really* knew how old they were.
Today, my friends, Mikey and Rupert are One Year Old.
One year of age is when you stop referring to felines as “Kittens” and you start calling them Cats. It’s their Cat-Mitzvah, people! I can’t believe how excited / happy I am today. It’s really funny, I’m rolling my eyes at MYSELF!
In the past, my cats Leo and Sunshine were indoor / outdoor cats. While we were living in Toronto, they were strictly apartment cats, but once we moved to the west coast, as both of them had been identified as “strays” at the SPCA, and both clearly knew about predators and staying close to home, they had free access to the great outdoors.
With Mikey and Rupert, not so much. They’re ragdoll cats. Their ancestors have not been outside in at least SIX generations, possibly longer. Ragdolls are bred to be sociable, compliant, and… well, soft. This makes them amazing pets.
But I would not give Mikey a shot in hell at surviving outside on his own. We have actual predators out here, people. Eagles prey on housecats. Wolves actively target them. So do adolescent cougars. I can’t let Mikey outside.
Rupert, I think, would fare just fine. He might fare a little too well. The neighbours have elderly cats, and apparently the other cats in the area are beating the oldies up. I wouldn’t put that behaviour past Rupert. I’m also certain that Roo would be an incredible hunter, given the opportunity.
If it were only Rupert, I’d probably start introducing him to the outdoors on a leash, and build up to supervised, off-leash backyard time.
But I don’t want to have to rush him to the vet after getting in a tussle with another cat. And I don’t want Roo to be the type of cat who used to come beat up my Leo. Roo, at times, is more like a mini bobcat or wolverine than a domesticated feline. I think he’s some sort of genetic throwback. With his people he’s incredibly demonstrative and affectionate. He follows us around and licks us like we’re his kittens. But there is something distinctly feral and dominant about him, despite his domestication.
This other side of him supervises his brother’s litter box use (one for pee, one for poop!) and howls loudly when I mention aloud, the possibility of one day, maybe, adopting another dog. “Noooooooooooooooo!” Rupert is anti-dog.
Thanks to my dear friend for sponsoring this outdoor enclosure project.
Rupert and Mikey will soon have safe access to the great outdoors via this laundry room window. The enclosure will contain this cat tree, and a pentagon-shaped surround of cedar with chicken wire panels. I call this “Phase 1” because I plan on expanding the pentagon in the future to include a cat garden and part of the lawn.
The panels stack to eight feet high, and come up just under the overhang of the roof. The top of the enclosure will have deer netting to keep the cats in and the eagles out, and I’ll probably cover the top and two sides with clear plastic during the rainy season, depending on which way the wind tends to blow.
So that is the Cat-Mitzvah update!
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Everyone give Stormy lots of love! Here she is a few days ago after getting her SECOND knee surgery poor girl. At this point she was pretty high on fentanyl and lots of cuddles. This surgery was much harder on her than the first one, which surprised us both. I told her it would be just like the first one, which was pretty easy for her, but because the injury was so much older on her second surgery, she experienced a rude awakening.
Stormy’s Mom, Carla, owns the pet supply store here and is so dedicated to her animals. Storm pretty much required the reassurance of constant physical contact with Carla for the first 48 hours after surgery, so Carla set up a giant couch / bed and snuggled Storm for two days straight. Here I am in the pic, clearly on my day off haven’t done anything with my hair and wearing my yoga pants, relieving Carla of snuggle duties for about 30 minutes before Storm wanted Mom again.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about how telepathic communication works. Wondering, really. For me, it’s something that happens naturally, and over time I’ve learned to enhance it or tune it down with techniques I learned through meditation and reading dozens of books written by other psychics.
But none of those books theorized about how or why this works. What’s going on?
I have some theories. You could call them hare-brained theories, given that I’ve never formally studied any of this. I have ideas.
Here they are:
I think that the “receptive” state I get into just before I start a session is either an Alpha or a Theta brain wave state.
I could be cheerful and energetic in the morning, and right before 11 am, my first session time, I start to feel *incredibly* sleepy. I almost always think “I don’t want to make a phone call, I want to go to bed.” This is a just a part of my process. It usually happens about ten minutes to 11 am. As I go inwards, my instinct is to cocoon myself, not to reach out to someone.
Incidentally, I have incredible, irrational inability to make international phone calls in this state.
(I find the above alliteration delightful, I’m going to leave it!)
When I first started doing “people sessions”, way back in 2012, I found I needed to go around the house and turn of everything electronic. Lights. Wifi. Computers. Cell phones. All of it. I couldn’t stand to have these things on before making a call. I would get angry at these devices, it was really weird.
Now, I’m used to them, or I’ve adapted to work around them. I still go around and turn off the lights upstairs, ensure my partner is on earphones for whatever she’s listening to, but I don’t have to turn off the laptop in my office – I can just close the lid. I don’t have to turn off the wifi either.
I’ve noticed that electricity can be irritating, and I think a lot of other people have too. Why do we get a sense of relief, sometimes, when the power goes out? We remember we have board games and that candles are lovely! I have the most epic naps when the power is off. In fact, I’ll flip the breakers in my house sometimes, just to have a break. It’s probably not good for the appliances, but I can get a really awesome rest.
So that has had me thinking. What about electricity and wifi is so irritating to me, especially during sessions?
I wonder if it has to do with brainwaves. My crackpot theory is that my “sleepy state” is me widening the scope of my senses, getting ready for the session. I’m turning up the volume on my environment. If I maintain this state for a longer period of time in meditation, I’ll end up turning the volume up on my whole life. Meditation can be trippy, man.
Right now I’m wondering if that sleepy state is shifting my brain function to open up reception for another’s frequency. If I widen and deepen my brain waves, getting my own thoughts out of the way, then I create space for someone else to “pop in”. Someone else’s Beta waves maybe?
I think that’s what happens when I, or anyone, picks up the thoughts of someone else. Most of us have had the experience of the phone ringing and knowing who’s calling, or thinking about getting the salsa in the grocery store because your partner really wants it but forgot to tell you. I think we do pick up on each other’s thoughts in that way.
I don’t know. But it’s fun to think about.
I also wonder what happens to thoughts when you no longer have a body? I am absolutely certain that we go on after we die. Our consciousness continues on, still exists, and is accessible. So without brains, how are there brainwaves for me to pick up? How is there thought, if my brain wave theory is at all plausible?
Or maybe it’s a complete crack-pot theory, but there’s something else we don’t understand right now, something that functions *like* brainwaves. Maybe that’s what I’m interacting with when I’m in a session, helping someone talk to their pet or loved one.
Really, it must be “something else”, because I don’t have to be in the same room with a dog to talk to him, and I don’t have to ever have known someone on the other side to be able to get them through their loved one over the phone.
That’s the other thing.
I know that many other mediums use birthdays or photos to make the connection. I do use photos, sometimes, but I really prefer to use the Love Connection! That’s what I call it. When the client on the phone thinks about someone they love, remembers them, they make their own psychic connection with that person – and I piggy-back off of it. Again, I don’t know exactly how it works, they just pop in. I know that “I’ve got them”. That’s what I say. They’re suddenly there.
I’ve also noticed that sometimes, if I’m listening to a recorded conversation, I might make a connection with that loved one AGAIN! I’m sure many of you have had this experience when you’re listening to one of the Channeling Erik recordings or videos – Erik is so widely available, a lot of people can tap into him really easily, almost accidentally, by listening to someone else making that connection.
We tend to match the activity we observe.
I have this one lady who is kind and hilarious who pretty much crashed a business phone call I was having, and she pops in all the time now! Just to say “hi!” because I helped her talk to her family. She’s such a wonderful soul to have around, she’s always welcome in my world, but it’s funny because I listen to her kid’s podcast all the time and so I regularly “accidentally” tap into her. She’s always a boost to my day, it’s like she’s a spirit neighbour. The sort of friendly person you wave to as you go about your life. “Oh how are you Mrs So and So?” “Eat the damn chocolate cake, girl, it’s not going to kill you today! Live a little!!!”
She always ate the cake, when she was alive.
That’s about as far as I’ve gotten in my brain wave theory. I think our thoughts and consciousness is something *like* brainwaves, but I have no idea how that happens, where the “waves” come from when there is no physical body generating the electricity. I know it must come from somewhere!
I look forward to finding out one day!
More Hospital Ghost stories!
PTSD for us mere mortals after the tragic Leviathan II boat accident.
Where is the rectal!??? And other nursing humour.
Grieving after a tragedy, and different cultural protocols for coping with a tragic event such as the Leviathan II sinking.
Ahoushat First Nations traditional protocols for dealing with a tragic event.
"Indian Hospitals" on Vancouver Island, and the legacy of Canada’s colonial history.
The importance of kindness and small gestures, and how it makes a real difference to others.
This is the last in our Ghost Stories Series *for now* – but if any of my dear blog readers have ghost stories you’d like to share, please send me an email tofinopsychic and maybe you can be our next guest!
Have a lovely Tuesday, everyone!