healing

It's Electric

“Thousands of emotions well up inside me throughout the day. They are released when I dance.”  ~Abraham Lincoln

A lot of wonderful things have happened in my life—-some considered miracles.

Years ago, I was making a house call to a boisterous older Italian lady. Her personality filled the room along with her laughter and the essence of home cooked food. I felt like I was part of “The Family.”

She explained that in the last few years, her mobility has significantly declined—and was diagnosed with severe arthritis in her knees. She no longer was able to enjoy her walks to the cemetery to visit her late husband—he simply struggled to just get out of a chair.

She told me stories of when she used to enjoy cooking and dancing with her husband. These stories lit up her face and brought tears to mine. She clearly missed him.

As we talked, I began seeing the connection between her emotions and the manifestation of her arthritis. She didn’t feel safe, her heart was breaking, and she felt like the part that completed her was missing. She even admitted to not taking enough time to grieve his death.

It made sense that her arthritis became worse after her husbands passing and why she no longer found joy in many things. It appeared she was having trouble moving on with her life---both mentally and physically.

What followed was a m-i-r-a-c-l-e.

When I began the session I found much of the energy being drawn to her knees. First, I started with one knee. Then the other. I saw mini chakras that had developed around each knee and the meridians that run from the knee to the toes. I understood my role in relieving the energetic congestion there. While finishing up on her right leg, a jolt of energy came out of my left middle finger to her knee that made a buzzing noise and a blue spark! This sensation felt like electricity---I know this, because I have so brilliantly stuck my finger in an outlet before! Nothing of this magnitude had ever happened before in my healings. I wondered if I had actually electrocuted her! I glanced up to see if she was in pain---thankfully a peaceful expression blanked her face. Phewww...

As I continued to work I could see an injury from her early twenties in her ankle. It appeared to part of an accident with a car door— sure enough, she explained a car door was slammed on her ankle in her early twenties! This injury was impeding the flow of energy to her knees, so I cleared the trauma and realigned the energy. It always amazes me how long the body will hold on to trauma. That energy and information (injury) was over 50 years old!

After I finished up the healing I spoke to her about the electrical shock—she was indeed aware of it! I asked her why she wasn’t afraid of the shock and she said, “I just trusted it was supposed to happen!” Wow!

After debriefing her on my findings, I informed her that her late husband was present during the healing session. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders to comfort her during the session. She was thrilled to know that he was close to her and remarked how he had always wrapped his arm around her when they were together.

When it was time to say goodbye, she stood up with ease and exclaimed, “I don’t have pain anymore! I’m going to go for a walk around the block! Maybe I’ll go all the way to the cemetery!” We laughed, and I told her to not over do it as her body adjusts to the new energy and frequency. She agreed a walk on the block was a safe bet for now.

What happened in this healing turned out to be the perfect dance between her mind, body and spirit, and a perfect example of a miracle.

****I just want to take a moment to share how honored I feel when those who have passed present themselves in healings. Their energy is so pure, loving, and their messages so clear and healing. It is hard to describe how lucky I feel to be able to connect to them during healings and be in their presence. It’s humbling and honoring at the same time. Sometimes it instantly makes me cry because the beauty, clarity and love is so overwhelming.****

*All stories are told with permission.

The Key

It all made sense to me yesterday. As I graduated from one level of nutrition, I would feel better and better and want to know more. As I advanced in my understanding, I noticed that the key to life kept getting smaller.

As I decided to give up processed foods and replace them with whole foods, I was taking a step towards less. Less packaging, less added junk like preservatives, additives, and definitely less burden on my body.

As I noticed my health improving, I became more interested in vegetables and less interested in ice cream and cakes. It seemed that the more I cut out, the less I wanted it.

As I moved into juicing, I found the power of vegetables---and I became enamored. The juice of these plants left my body renewed, detoxed, well oxygenated, and abundant in health. As I incorporated this new lifestyle, I watched others around me adopt this new level of appreciation for the healing nature of nature itself.

When I embarked on my most recent journey towards greater health, I found a love and appreciation for essential oils. Through my quest for health, I realized I was seeking out the most healing power of all. The essence of these plants contains molecules that can target specific problems and help heal them through their molecular structure and frequency.

As one would suspect, I dove deeper into this understanding, and once again found energy to be the healer.  Energy comes in all forms and frequencies. What our bodies need in particular, is a frequency that is greater than the “dis-ease” that is perpetuating within the body. This is the key to healing. Finding the vibration that can uplift one from the vibration of disease is the key to opening the door to health.

It is very clear to me that we have been provided with what we need to heal. It is our choice in whether we use meditation, energy healing, visualization, juicing, essential oils, laughter or something else.  Our path to health is paved with choices.

The Message

"I don't look at this as a religious based thing. To me this is energy based."  ~John Edward (Medium)

While my “gift” isn’t being a medium, sometimes I get information for a client that comes from someone who as crossed over.  Often these spirits are both trying to heal themselves and the person I am working on.

One afternoon I was doing Reiki on a client who had pulled a muscle.  Throughout the session I discussed the information about her body and chakras and gave her some advice about things she could do to help her body heal faster.

Later that night, I was dreaming about anatomy (as I often do), when I suddenly heard my client’s (from earlier in the day) cell phone ring.  I remember coming out of the dream confused as to why I was “hearing” her cellphone (my friend Gemma and I refer to this as “spearing”--spiritual hearing). That’s when the lights in my bedroom flashed on, and then went out!  Holy moly!  I was scared!  What the heck was that?  This was totally not cool with me.  When things like this happen, I know there is a spirit who has a message that needs to be delivered.

It has been perfectly described to me (thank you Susan!), that people who are in my line of work have a “spiritual light bulb” over their heads.  We stand out to the other side, as someone who can help with communication between worlds.  We are like telephone booths.  Anyway, I was scared (I can’t even watch scary movies!), but I knew I could firmly tell the spirit I was not going to engage until I was ready--which would be in the morning.

Early the next morning, in meditation, I decided to talk to the stranger in the night.  When I say talk, I’m not actually using words that come out of my mouth (I’m not that crazy!).  I just communicate through thoughts (more normal)--which is just energy.  That’s when I discovered I had an important message to deliver.

This spirt was my client’s brother who had recently passed.  He wanted me to inform his sister there were two nurses in the hospital who were responsible for his significant decline in health.  One of the nurses had inserted the breathing tube incorrectly and the other nurse knew about it, but didn’t say anything about it.  I could see where he was located in the hospital (second floor all the way at the end of the hall) and I could describe what the nurses looked like and their ethnicity.  I even knew one of the nurses names.

I delivered the message to my client with much trepidation-- I had to for his sake and mine. I knew it would help his spiritual journey, and if I didn’t share this information I’d feel like I was carrying a weight around for days--maybe weeks.

Low and behold, everything I said made sense.  She said with tears in her eyes, “I knew he wasn’t treated well in the hospital. I have written a letter to the hospital stating how he was treated.  I know which nurses you are referring to and I have doctors that have agreed to back me up about how he was mistreated...He was also all the way at the end of the hall on the second floor at some point during his stay. In my letter I distinctly talk about how they didn’t manage his breathing tube correctly.”

I was stunned.

I love what I do, and I’m grateful I had the guts to share this information so she could have some validation about what happened to her brother in the hospital.  I’m also glad I was able to deliver his message and bring him peace.

Be Yourself

“Are you strong enough to be yourself...” ~Enrique Iglesias

I love what I do!  I love the way I think.  I (now) love that for years people looked at me funny because I thought differently. If I didn’t think differently, I wouldn’t be able to look at someone’s physical body and see how their emotional and spiritual bodies are creating their current physical status.  I wouldn’t have just been able to give a multi-dimensional reading to someone in a hospital.

For years I wondered why I didn’t fit in.  I remember being in 4th grade on the playground and wondering why the girls would bicker everyday.  They were so mean to each other-- and they were friends!  My twin sister would have a different best friend every day!  I remember thinking, how do they do that?

For much of my childhood I observed.  I was trying to understand behavior.  I observed partly because I couldn’t out shine my twin sister (she was very loud and boisterous), partly because I was nearly invisible in my family (I remember occasionally raising my hand at the dinner table in an attempt to be heard), but mostly because I was extremely curious about human behavior.  I needed to understand.  I thought, if I understand them, maybe I’ll understand me.  It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that I really began to understand me.

That year I suffered a bi- lateral fracture of my L-5 (lower back), and a pinched disk above it from playing soccer.  OUCH!   It took the doctors 2 months to properly diagnose me.  It was only in my persistence (from intuitive guidance) and my Mom listening to me (thanks Mom!), that I was able to get a proper diagnosis.

Upon my diagnosis, the doctor told me I probably wouldn’t heal.  He informed my 16 year old ears, that I would “never be able to play sports again,” never have a “sit-down job” or “stand-up job.”   I left his office in pieces.  I was offered surgery that would permanently alter my spine or I could “rough” it and see how my body would heal.  I decided to rough it-- knowing what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.  I would spend the next 9 months on bed rest, with a body brace, and a bone stimulator--and not go to the junior prom.

This may sound crazy, but I’m really glad that happened.  Removing me from school offered me the opportunity to learn without feeling self-conscious about the way I was thinking.  I was able to devote a 100% of my attention to my studies and I found that I loved school!  I had to teach myself a lot of the material in order to keep up-- and I loved that!  That’s when I decided I wanted to be a teacher and also realized, the “dumb blonde” stereotype that plagued me, was holding me back from my potential!  I started to appreciate my differences rather than hiding them.

I also realized the importance of visualization, patience, and hope that year. When I left the swanky N.Y.C. doctor’s office I refused to believe his prediction for the rest of my life.  I adamantly decided to ignore his “expertise.”  I spent many nights dreaming about playing soccer and visualizing myself healing.  When I showed up for my last doctors visit-- my doctor was stunned.  He informed me the radiologist had just called his office to speak to him directly because she couldn’t believe I was the same girl who had broken her back.  My doc informed me I had managed to heal my back and make it stronger than it was before.  Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was back on the field where I’ve been playing for the last 12 years.

I think Dr. Seuss sums it up best, "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."