Posts Tagged ‘Healing’
I’m feeling particularly grateful this Easter. The theme of death and resurrection has been swirling around me for a couple of months now. In February, I encountered a moment of such extreme pain in my emotional body that I came home angry… demanding that I be healed from it.
“I’m so sick of this!” I cried to God. “Why does this keep happening?” The culprit… the fear of being misunderstood. Ever since I was a child I would go into a fit of extreme anguish and anger over anyone who didn’t understand what I meant by something I said.
I’m so utterly empathic I can’t separate myself from knowing that I’m being dismissed when they say things like… “I know, I know.” But they don’t. And I KNOW they don’t know. I can feel it.
But what part of me cares? As I came home, trying to unravel the parts of me that were ‘concerned’ and those that were just ‘fine’ not being understood, I realized I didn’t care…I just wanted whatever part of me that did to be healed. So that’s what I asked for.
Over the years, I’ve experienced a great deal of healing and amazing experiences with Divine Messengers.
That Friday was one of the MOST memorable.
First, I saw the Grandfathers as I call them. These shamans – there are four of them who teach me about how the Universe works…about healing…about how we are all related and how we are One with all we are in all existence. They teach from a native viewpoint – everything is alive. This is the viewpoint I most closely relate to in what I feel and have experienced in the world.
As I lay in my bed meditating…praying…receiving…I heard these beautiful chants from what felt like my ancestors. I could only feel the rhythm in my body of this chanting coming from every cell within my body, and soon I felt like my body was floating in All That Is. I saw beautiful women dancing around the fire…a huge bonfire…and it was as if I was looking at it from two feet away… as if it was in a fishbowl. The scene was very close to me and small…intense yet peaceful feelings emanating from the dancing.
Then, as I watched these beautiful dark skinned women, I saw an image of Jesus coming up from behind the fire. And in his arms there I was… my body laying in his arms and he threw me into the fire. I saw my body literally go ‘up in smoke’ – becoming a wisp of spirit – and returned to Truth.
As graphic as that might sound, I felt so, so, so much better and the fear or whatever the misunderstanding part is…has not returned. I feel that ‘I’ have died in a lot of ways – over time – the last several years. I also feel that a part of me that I feared was dead has come alive again in this ‘death.’
I heard Jesus say as He dropped my body into the fire… ‘What was old is now new again.’
Thank you… thank you… thank you… I’m so grateful!
Just got off the phone with a client. Great conversation – lots of fun similarities, and it made me think about how we are all so similar – truly! One of the ‘signs’ that I’ve seen both in readings and in real life (outer reflecting the person’s inner life) is plugged up plumbing.
I remember a few years ago working with a client whose bathroom plumbing backed up in every bathroom throughout the house. She called to cancel her healing session so she could address this sewage issue.
It ended up that we were able to work together that day, and boy was there a lot to flush out … the typical suspects – old belief systems, worn out ideas, hurts, resentments, you name it we had it. I saw the messengers lifting out this massive bag of energy…gently pulling out the energy held so lovingly held by this woman’s body for close to 50 years.
The next day, she called and left a message to say that not only did she feel cleaned out, but the pipes had ‘magically’ cleared themselves out too. The plumber was delayed so she canceled the plumber and saved the nearly $300 bucks that was going to cost! How divine!
** Plumbing disclaimer ** I’m not advocating that you not attend to your pipes – house or otherwise 
. Only… to urge you to consider that if you are having house plumbing issues…what part of your plumbing may need your attention right now?
Wow, I feel like this is a permanent term in my vocabulary! A friend wrote a great sales book and included this idea in it – we all need traveling companions!
To me, I feel like all the messengers are traveling companions as are the earthly messengers – everyone is helping us travel to our destination. Yep, that means EVERYONE. The lady who hurt your feelings at the store, the guy who was grumpy at the gas station, the child who won’t mind, the partner who isn’t listening… EVERYONE is playing a part in your good.
When I share this with clients, sometimes the feeling is LESS THAN GOOD. Like WHAT? And, skipping all of the political stories, the illnesses and such, it really is true. Each hurt, each devastation, each experience is wooing you back to who you really are.
I remember that three years ago, I was fighting for my ego. My ego was going down, but I had no clue what that meant. I felt sad, I felt lost, I felt betrayed by the beautiful messengers who have been with me nearly non-stop since birth. I was mad – really mad.
In the middle of this desert, one of my dearest friends called. She was in the middle of a challenge herself. She was 42 and pregnant with her third child. She went to the doctor that morning and was told that her child was going to be brain dead. That his cranium wasn’t forming and, frankly, his brain was ‘leaking’ out the front of the non-formed skull.
She was so scared. This is a woman I know as fearless and her fear took my breath away. She is one of the people who have taught me more about faith, and here she was asking me to pray that he would simply go straight to God.
Immediately my desert landscape vanished and I heard a voice… “Will you help her?”
I thought to myself…what the heck can I do? I don’t know anything!
But there was something about the energy that accompanied that voice – something that I trusted. Something that beckoned me forward. My friend was one of the only people besides Mark that knew about what I was being shown from Spirit. I had been shown how the body looks in its energetic form.
I told my friend that I would pray for the very best for all involved – her, the baby, her family, and God. Whatever will be will be.
That night, I went to pray and meditate and was taken to ‘see’ her baby. I saw his disfigured face. It took my breath away. I felt scared. I thought I’m not made for this. I can’t do this. Why have you brought me here? You need someone who is more courageous than I am. But as I stared at this little baby who looked more like an alien than a boy, I began to see bits of skull floating around his face, and bit by bit I saw them build his forehead. And as I thought of how much I loved my friend and how scared she felt, I prayed to know what to do or how to help.
At the time, I really didn’t ‘know’ if I was making this stuff up or if it was real. I didn’t ‘know’ what to ‘believe.’ It just seemed too Twilight Zone. And, why me? I mean, seriously, at the time I thought anyone would have been a better choice – anyone.
I talked to my friend and she had another appointment a few days later with another specialist. The scans confirmed that the front part was definitely better, and the second doctor couldn’t seem to figure out why the first doctor thought it was so bad.
Encouraged that maybe ‘something’ had happened, I went to Spirit again and again for another seven days. Each day, I would see new healing take place. One day they continued working on his tiny skull, the next day they worked on his brain matter – electrically energizing it with blue light – it literally looked like Frankenstein when the switch gets flipped, the next day they began working on his heart and on and on it went.
Each day I would report back to my friend, and when I said something about the heart, she was so surprised because she had not even mentioned it – they said he would need an immediate heart surgery when he was born.
This was the beginning of January, and mid-March, a month before her due date, my friend went to the hospital in labor and before her husband could even get the car parked, she had had our little ‘lucky boy’ who was born on St. Patrick’s Day. He was whole and did not need a heart transplant. He has been written up in medical journals.
Some ask… is he completely healed? As in… the expectation of a ‘healing success’ is a 100% perfect baby. And the truth is that he is delayed – slower than normal, and completely perfect in all he is.
At the time, I too, believed that only 100% perfect was good and acceptable. Our world seems to only value what looks perfect, what appears to be perfect. I have always been results-oriented… and thought if you can heal the skull, why not put him at perfect?
I asked ‘why’ he wasn’t healed. I was told that this soul agreed to be a reminder (for now, as I have seen visions of him in high school at a podium giving a speech) of what is important for this family. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but shared it with my friend. She said she knew exactly what it meant. He had given her ‘permission’ to slow down. She said with her other children, she never took as much time to just ‘be’ and to drink in who they are. This baby taught her patience, and to enjoy a slower pace, and he also taught her how to ask for help. Her fearless, warrior spirit was so independent, never needing anyone – always helping everyone. Now she was the one who needed help. This lucky boy made it much easier to ask and to learn how to receive.
And, she said, he is a beautiful reminder to the other family members and that he holds so much peace for other people – that they respond to him in a way that is magical. Beyond that, this little guy has been an amazing teacher for the medical doctors too – amazing them with his recovery, astounding them with his resilience, and delighting them with his spirit.
Most people I know who have been through something devastating will tell you it was really, really hard. And those who were able to receive the gift in it will tell you that they wouldn’t change a thing. Some may think this is positive thinking, but I really believe that God is always teaching us every step of the way in life. And, He always provides us with wonderful, amazing traveling companions that can help lighten our load along the way if we will allow them to.
