Dream: Shadow-Self Embracing with Jesus (Part 3: The Red-Power Tricycle)

Retro

Here is part 3 of last night’s dream. Catch up with part 1 and part 2

I ran  down the old Roman street so fast that my body began lifting off the road, and again I was flying. When I let go of the loss I felt for my life there and my husband I was sucked back into the light portal. I felt the colors cleansing me of pain left behind from Rome. I didn’t see the pain as details, but I felt it lifting. Pressure lifted from my head and limbs. I felt a sensation like being sucked through a vacuum.

And I was dropped into what looked like a shower, with blood all over the white curtains. It was my blood. I sat on the floor staring at my blood, knowing that my life was dripping from me — and flashes of people and experiences raced through my mind. My nephew came into the room to clean up some of the blood and report back to the killers, “no, she’s just faking it. she’s not really hurt.” They sent him in to clean up the mess of the stabbing — telling him that I must’ve slipped and fallen. He didn’t notice the hole in my chest. My husband appeared for a moment and he seemed to be arguing about the unfairness of how they were treating the dying me. He wanted blankets and warm water for me. I was shivering.

I had visions of ex-best-friends, ex-boyfriends and their mothers, family members and in-laws. I was drowsy. An old friend would appear in front of me, and I would ask for help only to realize they never really wanted to be my friend in the first place. An ex boyfriend’s mother appeared to help warm me up, as I was getting so cold. And, she made a remark about how happy she was that her son did not wind up with me. In an attempt to find some peace of mind before my last breath, I telepathically contacted my first-ever best friend. She told me that she had far better friends than me, and named them one by one.

I began to mentally understand the point that I was really dying and had been killed by a family member who just couldn’t accept my power anymore. I had many supernatural powers. So, I allowed my mind to take me someplace fun.

I found a red tricycle near the house of my first-ever best friend. I got on it and rode it like the wind. Yes, I had an adult body, but it was my child body that was riding the tricycle. I rode and rode laughing happily as passersby gawked at my old-fashioned Roman clothes. Some saw me as a non-sensical child, some saw me as a witch, some saw me as deranged. Two men who spent some extra time ridiculing me obviously saw me as all of these things and also very threatening. They whispered that I was very educated and powerful but that I didn’t know it. They had convinced the neighborhood that I was insane, and my little act of tricycle-riding would completely support that notion. So they laughed, and felt very accomplished.

I just kept riding, reading the minds and the intentions of everyone around me. I felt a deep scar from all of the times I tried to make these people my friends. I still didn’t understand the reasons behind their crimes toward me and a lot of me still wanted to look for those reasons. I was deeply emotionally wounded, and with each push of the pedal, I forced out the laughter that was underneath and it felt exhilarating.

Then there was Jesus. He told me with his mind that he was with me all along. “Keep riding,” he said.  I rode and rode in spiral circles of light, feeling my heart warm up with his embrace.

And, I awoke.


Dream: Shadow-Self Embracing with Jesus (Part 2: Rome, 1836)

 

Here is part 2 of last night’s dream. Follow up with part 1

I swallowed the violet light and felt it bringing me back to life. My spirit was again detached from my body, and the boys were still asleep — so I decided to see where the violet spirals would take me. At first, I began walking into the light. But, then my guide whispered — “ You can Fly.” And so I did.

I lifted my arms out like a bird and rode the spinning light waves through a long bright tunnel. Jesus was still with me, and I had so many questions for him, but it was as if he was telling me to wait until later.

Then suddenly, I fell through the tunnel onto the street. A brick-looking street. In the middle of the sunshiney day. I thought about how I had left at night, hmmmm. I was changed so much I feared looking at myself. I could tell right away that my hair was much longer and obviously matted from the trip. My shoes felt odd too.

I had an incredible urge to sing, dance and run down these gorgeous streets where men sold merchandise and food, and women walked chatting about their children. Horse-drawn carts were scattered about the way. Some filled with bread loaves or blankets, others carrying happy people. I saw a horse that I wanted to pet. A plump man with a curly grey beard shouted out about the blessedness of what he was selling. Everyone chimed along. I began to get a sense that everyone was selling something. And, everything looked tempting. There were lots of voices talking happiness and apparently also a small commotion going on in one corner of the street that seemed to upset some of the people.

I strolled down the street — my portal dissolved. (I half-wondered how I would get back to my life, but this was too great to miss). My sense of my guide was in and out, so I just had to take a risk and talk to these people.

I felt very much at home here. Elated actually. I ran first to the grey-bearded man selling bread and said “good day.” He smiled and looked as though he was going to offer me a loaf. I was kind of hyper and giddy by now. “Where are we,?” I asked. “What city are we in?” “Why, we’re in Rome. Rome. We are in Rome, lady!” A few other men next to him on the square chimed in, concerned that I didn’t know where I was. “Rome!” they said together.

I couldn’t believe it. I was in ROME! Oh wow! In my life as Gina, my guides told me we were going to Rome next. I had no idea it would be so soon. My heart filled with joy and gratitude. Oh Rome. The way it smelled so green and fresh. The sunshine, The people. The horses. The bread.

These men knew my name. And, they said it in Italian. I was slightly confused. “What does that mean?” I asked.

“Servant girl. It means servant girl.’ The plump guy told me. I looked down at my dirty legs and shoes. My beige/white dress with spots on it. I touched my matted hair. Nope, this was just from going through the portal. I am Gina, right?, I thought. The voice in my head told me I wasn’t Gina. But I blocked my name from coming, I didn’t want to  know. I wasn’t going to get stuck there.

“ I am no servant!” I assured them “ I am… I am…” I wanted to tell them how smart I am and that I can do so much more than be a servant. But, then the small commotion  of people who I noticed  in the corner glared over at me. It was me they were looking for. I was escaping. And, I ran and ran and ran down those long narrow streets until I found my husband, Doug.

“Doug, we’re in Rome,” I said. But, he was old and slow. He knew we were in Rome and this was no big deal to him. “We live here,” he said. I felt a yearning for the adventurous Doug who I know when I am Gina. This one seemed so passive. I hugged and kissed him goodbye knowing that I was going to find him on the other side of my portal, but still feeling a loss that he couldn’t come with me. Before I left, he told me what year it was. And that I was 17.

Continue with part 3

 

Dream: Shadow-Self Embracing with Jesus (Part 1)

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Dreams are very important to me and my work. It is in our dreams that we let go of the human (3 dimensional world) limitations that keep us from knowing our true selves. As I travel my path and continue to help others on theirs, I thought it would be helpful to share some of my dreams with you. I’ve been so close to Jesus (in the most non-religious way imaginable) since I was a child. He has physically held me and guided me through the craziest and most confusing times. This post is not to offend anyone else’s interpretation of who Jesus is. 

Last night, I lay stuck in my bed — completely unable to move. I had an eerie feeling in my gut. Doug and Dougie were cuddled up in the bed beside mine, snoozing perfectly, and I wanted so desperately to call to them and to be next to them. We’ve been sleeping in someone’s basement on 2 mattresses on the floor until while we finish our house on wheels. I was beginning to feel mentally exhausted from this and longing for that sense of HOME that was inches away from me. I tried lifting my head to no avail.  My neck felt like lead. My forehead burned. Fear was creeping up from my feet to head, but I didn’t know exactly why. I tried lifting my hands, but a tremendous weight held me down. And my stomach sank even more.

Out of the half-open doorway came a woman who I knew to be myself. She looked quite evil though. And her hair was much longer. “I must be dreaming,” I thought. And, at that time, I realized that I REALLY could not speak. This wasn’t something temporary. I was screaming in my mind. If this was a dream, I was supposed to have a guide. I always have guides during my most painful dreams. “Where is my guide?” I thought very loudly. And, “why was I so afraid of myself?” And, “was she really me?”  I could tell her intentions were dark.

She sat on the edge of the bed where my husband and son slept. And, she raised her hands above their heads, as if to put some dark spell on them. She stared directly at me the entire time. I bit my tongue. I do this in dreams to wake myself up in emergency cases. I felt the bite on my tongue, but it didn’t wake me. I knew I was sleeping too deeply. The pain I felt was in my mind only, because I couldn’t move. So, with the shadow-me staring me down and threatening my loved ones, I began to use my mind to hurt myself even more — with hopes of waking my physical body. I imagined pinching and scratching at my arms and squeezing my hands. That only worked to cause me more pain. I gave up trying to hurt myself.

At that moment I felt a warmth that told me I was being held by Jesus. And, I heard his voice. He assured me that the woman was me. My shadow. With him there, my fears began fading, but I still had to save my men. She continued hovering over Doug and Dougie with her ill intentions. Jesus held me more and filled me with a violet light that I knew I had to transfer to the shadow me. She understood my thoughts, so talking to her was unnecessary.

Again, I tried talking with my voice, only to become more drained and frustrated. My heart felt that this was some kind of test. I KNEW how to reach her without words or movement, but still I used up all of my physical strength and resources before I would even admit my other abilities to myself. Violet light seeped through my hand chakras to her heart. She didn’t budge. My spirit began lifting off my body. Jesus nodded and helped me as my soul peeled from the paralyzed flesh and bones on the bed.  I didn’t want to fully let go. I kept resisting and having to start over. Then, finally I hovered over her. I expanded the violet light to create a bubble around her. She didn’t budge, but she still hadn’t hurt my guys, so I was gaining hope and confidence. “ You love Jesus,” I told her with my mind. She barely flinched. “ You love him and he is here to help you. He will comfort you.” She was getting fired up.

Jesus comforted me and told me I was doing a great job. But, we had to kick up the pace a little. She was very lost and hearing Jesus’ name fired her up a little more each moment. She couldn’t see him or feel him. Only I could.

I let go into his arms and his voice came through me. “I am here,” he said to her. His voice came through my entirety — like a loud boom that filled the room. My lips didn’t move and I wondered where he was actually speaking through.

“I am here, and I will help you. Feel the light and let it sink into you. It will dissolve all that makes you doubt your true power. You too are of this light. I am Jesus. You know me.”

I couldn’t tell if she was cracking or not. I had my doubts and my hopes. And, I was getting very tired from having the voice speaking through me. I was back inside my physical body.

She got off the bed and started to charge toward me in slow motion. I created an instant violet bubble around Doug and Dougie. I let that bubble grow and grow until they were completely protected. But, where was Jesus? My consciousness of him was in and out and I was becoming more tired.

“I won’t hurt you,” I  told her with my mind. “But, oh I will destroy YOU!” she said back to me. Her negative energy was taking my breath away. I was losing strength. I felt an urge to squish her. And I thought I could with my mind. But, that violet light was becoming stronger and more apparent. It was filling the room, and all it made me want to do is LOVE HER. I was sending her zaps of love, but they didn’t seem to fully reach her. I was very confused.

She became a black/grey smoke cloud within the violet light. And, with energy from my palms, I spun her around in spirals. Her doubt and her hatred were so debilitating to me. I was exhausted. And, that’s when Jesus came through me again. This time his words were so strange, I could barely understand them. All, I know is that he seemed to be repeating the same mantra until she was almost completely dissolved. And, she and I both swam around in the light spirals until the tiniest bit of grey/purple darkness entered my heart. I fell unconscious and imagined Jesus was taking care of the rest. I wanted to help. I wanted to know what was happening. But, I had never been so tired. All I could do was let go. When it was over I felt different.

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Dream Sharing with Shamanic Friends: My First Dream Entry

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I LOVE dreaming. These days I get lots of my work done during my sleep-time travels. Dream boundaries are endless. I believe that spirit speaks to us in dreams, because we are much more open then.  So, when my friend Astra ( who just-so-happens to be the first person to intro me to modern Shamanism), asked me to join her in sharing our dreams on this new blog, Heck YES was all I could say.

So, here’s my first entry. 

Chakra Toning with the Master Zoser

I emerged from inside a smoky cloud, and found myself relieved and out of breath in a large stark room . A gorgeous crystal-laden GRAND piano looking instrument at the far end of the room caught my attention. Once again, I had intended this dream to land me in the “Hall of Records,” but I quickly  forgot that original intention. That “piano” was so beautiful that I almost didn’t notice The Grand Tall Magical looking man playing it.

He was obviously very busy, taking notes and carefully  humming and listening for the perfect tones and pitches, and recording them again.

He had been waiting so patiently for me. We knew each other for a very long time. He has been my guide for many lifetimes. I instantly felt comfortable with his instructions.

“Hum,, uhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm” , he and I said. And we both felt the blocks in my throat chakra. Without speaking to me he began rubbing my throat and playing his gorgeous piano at the same time — adjusting the notes he played according to what he intuited that I needed.

“Do you hear that crack in my voice?”, I asked him. He nodded and showed only a little concern. “We can fix that,” he told me.

He asked me to repeat “uhhhhhhhhhmmmmm.” And, when I did he told me that I was wavering in and out of the tone. “Here, do you hear that”? he asked. “Yes, I hear it, but I can’t hear my own voice”, I answered.  Then I quickly chimed in….” But, I can feel it!”

“Then we will go by your feelings”, he said. He showed me what it felt like inside when I made certain sounds. “Am I tone deaf?” I asked him really concerned.  He said that even if I was, we would fix it.  I then had a vision of myself in some kind of choir.

We were quiet for a while while the piano just worked on me and The Master Zoser gave me Reiki on my throat and my lower chakras.

“You are a voice healer. We just need to tune you. You use your voice. You need it.”

And I awoke. I saw him again a few nights later when he massaged my shoulders and told me that I was also a swimmer, and that water has a lot to do with my abilities. I can’t wait to see him again. Each time I awake feeling so much better, physically. I thank him in my waking state. He then confirmed that he was the master Zoser, and that the piano was some sort of  Atlantian healing instrument. But, in the dream, he didn’t need any recognition. It was amazing how he simply worked on me without asking for anything in return. Wow!

Can’t wait to share more dreams.

Bliss You!

Gina

Have We Met in Dreams? The Council of Dreamers

 2014 Update: I have nightly trips to the “council” and continue to receive guidance to implant the Christ Consciousness, the alchemical marriage energy into the planet, and into every physical place I go. Ive been woken out of my sleep with the booming message that right now, the only thing thats important is spreading this message of balance and harmony between divine masculine and divine feminine within all of us. Have you been to the council? Do you remember? It is time to wake into our dreams and REMEMBER our Truth. 

 

(from 2012)

 

 

I’ve attended the Council of Dreamers during many sleeps for the more than a year now. It seems that I only have the power to enter as a dreamer but that other beings from various planets and galaxies join us in their physical bodies. We come together to discuss solutions and predictions that will save the earth and our neighboring planets from destruction caused by human misconduct (so to speak). Last night’s meeting was quite significant, and it seemed I had to share.

I must admit that even as someone who works as a professional intuitive, I’m quite skeptical. I thought of these episodes as mere dreams influenced by some science fiction or something…Until I realized that I have never really been into science fiction. I also thought of them as symbolic tools that were referring to parts in my literal human life… Less profound parts. It’s good to be a skeptic sometimes. I think it keeps my mind working. But when the same occurrences keep happening louder and brighter and more often…. I listen. I listen carefully.

Last night while my body slept, I again entered the Council Hall where representatives from across the universe gathered. Every seat was taken. I looked around and witnessed so many colors, shapes and sizes of “people.” More than I usually encounter there. We welcomed the guest speaker, a human-like man with wavy brown hair and a beige robe, who literally had to cross over from another dimension (which apparently is not often done) to bring forth his message.

“It’s time to talk,” He said. “Now, is the time for those with information to share it.” He reiterated that all of us there have been waiting for centuries (or more) to reveal what we know. “It wasn’t time to talk before, we had many people against us.” I focussed on his mouth and the space between his teeth. He demonstrated how we can look into the mouth and lips of someone to determine if they are speaking truth. He encouraged us to form smaller focus groups with specific intentions. He said that within the next 12 years there was going to be a lot of destruction. In fact, he said that my hometown of Chicago was going to suffer quite a bit from a massive destructive force in 12 years. He seemed to be bringing this to our attention so that we would know where to be when this happened.

I joined a smaller focus group with a man who guaranteed our safety in New Mexico when this destructive event happened. The speaker was talking directly to me when he said to go to New Mexico from 2020-2024. I was shown how to escape such a tragedy. And I was told to share the information. The destruction was only going to be good for the planet in the end. We were encouraged to stay clear of areas being cleansed, and reminded that we could go back peacefully when the clearing was complete.

Now, as I write this my new moldavite stone is tingling in my pocket. It’s a stone that I only learned about in dreams of the Council. One I hadn’t been able to find for myself, but I received this week in trade for an amazing Reiki session. The stone is said to have formed as a result of a meteor hitting the earth over 14 million years ago. Not only does it influence our ability to connect with beings from other realms, but it also has a great power to heal the Earth Herself. It’s my feeling that moldavite was given to Earth as a great healing device, and that it’s rarity reflects its need to be in the hands of those who will use it properly. The person who shared it with me is also a great healer, but has more of her own moldavite. I’m grateful for mine, and can feel the magick of it deepening my connection to other worlds, and to the deeper parts of our world as well.

This healing moldavite and gift of ramped up connectedness comes at a very sacred time for me. I turned 33 last week on March 1, and have been living on a white fluffy cloud for some time even before that. 33 is a number that I’ve consistently seen throughout this lifetime and that has always represented the protective and enlightened feeling of Jesus. Not the Catholic or Christian Jesus who was created by propaganda. But the spirit Jesus. The Ascended Master. It might be because Jesus himself, when he lived as a man 2000 years ago was crucified at the age of 33. For me, The spirit who I see as Jesus always comes surrounded by 33s and brings me messages that catapult my growth. One of the most recent times I saw Jesus in full light and color was before 2012 began. I was lying on my couch resting and looked up to find him there. So, I asked him straight out what he thought of the year 2012. He said no words. Only showed me a zipper in the air that he slowly unzipped and walked through. I continue to see this vision more clearly every day and know that it refers to the melding of dimensions of reality, the melding of nations, cultures, galaxies, beings— and most importantly the squashing of time. Time seems to melt away when you realize that we have the capability of truly going anywhere we want whenever we want. That means not only being on your dream vacation in a flash, but visiting another reality in less than a flash.

This kind of growth is what many of us are working on now. The constant visits from the spirit Jesus and other guides who have lit my way continue to show me that this is possible by sharing so many glimpses of other realities that I have lost count. I am told by my guides that I am shedding the fear accumulated over past lives that prevented me from sharing my truth with the world. And, for those of us who turn 33 this year… Oh what a perfect time to shed the junk. There is also much significance for me in my personal upbringing as a Catholic Cristian, because in my adult life I have been able to connect with a spirit world as opposed to a religious dogmatic world. And as I unfold the false facts of my own childhood, my heart and mind open up to a delicious reality that is far more Bliss-Filled than I could’ve imagined.

The original simplified message of Jesus is that we are all one. It remains my favorite lesson of all time. Of course it was conceived far before the man we know as Jesus was born but, this energy is what the Christ Consciousness is all about. When we remove the barriers that separate people, places and times, we will enjoy enlightenment.The more I’ve forgotten that in my own life, the more I’ve caused struggle for myself. And although Jesus most-likely survived his crucifixion ( according to many reputable historic and religious sources not affiliated with the vatican), and was able to spread this message along with many others for quite some time, much of what he taught had to be encoded in stories and texts that would be able to pass through the hands of biblical editors. And it DID. Through the convoluted histories and lies, people like us can see the light. We can feel our connectedness and we know.

Now, here we are in March 2012. The month of the Pisces fish which is so influenced by the spirit of Jesus. The Year of compressed time and space. A gorgeous moment to be alive on our planet and finally see the fruits of our dreams of consciousness come to life. You are very supported right now in your endeavors to connect more deeply to your own psychic powers. Use every inch of what you have — body, mind and spirit to Bliss Out in being You! Let go into the magnified energy of manifestation.

At one time, I was one with ears to hear. I understood. I understood so that one day I could share. Today, we all must open our ears to hear. We must all share.

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I am Shaman

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I awoke this morning still sweating from my feet stomping through the mud to the rhythm of the rain. My throat dry, for I gave my voice to the healing water. Together, we called her and she nourished us as we danced in her glory. My people felt much relief. There were beads and bells and women singing. The medicine woman who looked over us was held up by the strongest arms in our tribe. She chanted shrill melodies from your heart, and I felt their meaning in mine.

I chanted with her. This was my language too, and each syllable moved me. I looked down at my dirty veiny feet and sunk them deeper into the earth. We stayed dancing until the water dried. The ground pulled me in and I pounded more for that feeling of being connected. I was safe in my fear. Safe in my anger. I gave it to the ground and the ground sprouted for me. The men brought fire and drums. It got hot.

I began to recognize faces. I saw you. You danced like fire under the moon. We loved you so. I thanked the creator for having been reunited with you. How long had it been? I began to remember that we have been here before. I remember the men coming at night and raiding our village. I lost my baby. But this… This was before my baby was taken. When were they coming? Could I stop them now?

I find my girl and I dance with her. She is alive here and we cover our bodies with Earth’s colors and celebrate more. It seems like we never stop celebrating. I smell yellow flowers. I taste red fruit from the tree. There are so many people here and I can feel all of their thoughts.

My muddy bare ankles are shackled to my sister’s. The one with heaven in her voice. We were dragged to a wooden ship where we sat too close and could see the men across from us. But they wouldn’t look. She cries and cries and I tell her to sing. But she can’t. I tell her that she will get her time. I am here to tell her that she will have her time.

My gaze falls into the wooden slats on the ship and I can see another ship, and another ship and another ship. And I remember them shaving my head. I remember hiding. I remember trying to escape. I fall asleep feeling drugged and sore.

And, that’s when I woke up– finally understanding why I’ve been having so much pain in my feet, and why I actually have markings that reflect trying to escape shackles. I’ve often hidden these parts of me… My feet. Not anymore.
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I’m On the Road to Find Out

Wednesday morning at 5 o’clock, as  today began — I brushed away the tinsel of my dreams. I’d just been flying over mountains under angels wings. I heard the voice of God boom a “you’re welcome” as I thanked him for the trip.  I’m on my way.

I thought of my parents, and asked the dream guys to take me to Chicago to see what I could find out.  Were they okay? I landed in a plaza of dreamers on their way to getting what they want. Were you there too?  So many familiar and yet unfamiliar faces.  This song swallowed me.

Every trip begins in my mind first. Every dream coated in music. I saw one who could’ve been the mother side of God. She was a shiny black woman draped in baby blue. I raced toward her and fell  flat on my face. But, she lifted me, and insisted that I trust.  I let go. Into the sunshine.

I’m hugging  the world from the tops of the snowy mountains and bathing in the yellow sun.  And, I won’t wake up til I’m done.

G

Energetic Protection: Don’t Leave Home Without It

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Here is an article from 2007, when I first learned of energetic protection.

Energetic protection is a concept I learned in my Shamanic Training Program last summer. It’s a method for cleansing and safeguarding our energy fields so that we don’t absorb negativity from people, places or situations. The teacher,Joan Forest Mage, is a Shaman and performing artist who taught in a very ritualistic song-and-dance way that didn’t really vibe with me at the time.

Back then I thought I was shy.

Drums, stones, altars, guides, chants, journeys, sage burning — my head was spinning with symbols that felt something like church. I grew up Catholic and church always made me queasy. But there was something deeply authentic about this Shamanic ritualing that opened me to learning. I wanted to absorb the knowledge even if I didn’t know exactly what I would do with it in my life.

For months before taking the course, the word Shaman had been coming to me in dreams, literature, overheard conversations, emails, and even messages from friends. I don’t recall ever hearing the word before that and really had no idea what a Shaman was. But, by the time I met Joan Forest Mage at another healing workshop, I could no longer ignore it. When she announced that she teaches young shamans I immediately signed myself up – having absolutely no idea what I was in for.

There I danced and sang and chanted and journeyed for my power animal and spirit guides – this took a lot of letting go of doubt and presumptions. But, the more I did the more old pain and illness just drifted away.

So, when Joan taught energetic protection I knew it must be important. I followed her instructions, visualizing a protective cord wrapping around me, keeping me grounded and aware of my own energy – yet blocking the unnecessary from entering my energy field. I figured I would use this one at home with my husband. And I did. At first.

The program continued for three months and my consciousness continued to magnify. I was finally learning how to call upon and control my psychic gift. I also dropped the shyness. It doesn’t suit me anymore.

In what seemed like no time at all I understood how to lend energetic healing to those around me. The more I accepted the messages and followed through with them the more frequently and profoundly they came to me. Iwas sending healing to people over the phone, in person, across state lines and through intention. I was helping so much that many people began to send me gifts. Members of my Catholic family of skeptics were asking for my advice and listening intently to the wild stories of my growing spirituality. (Note to my readers: I do not mean to imply that all Catholics are skeptics… just that my own family is Catholic and are skeptical of spirituality in this light…. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with being skeptical. We all need to come to our own conclusions).

I practiced many of Joan’s meditations each day and found that they helped in my work and at home. But, soon I felt called to do so much work that I lost the importance of energetic protection. I stopped focusing on self care.

And there began my decline. I found myself feeling the pain that my clients were feeling before they told me what was bothering them. If someone had pneumonia I felt sharp pains in my lungs. This didn’t last long, and I considered them helpful messages that lead me to answers.

But, then after a very deep meditation I put forth all of my energy to help a person who was having problems eating. He told me he hadn’t eaten a full meal in weeks and was very worried about himself. I knew there were underlying circumstances that contributed to this problem, but I merely focused my intention toward his digestive area and visualized his body accepting, loving and growing from healthy food. He began to feel better slowly but surely.

I, on the other hand, got sick immediately afterward. My spleen actually swelled. I couldn’t eat. Inhaling was extremely painful. I tried everything I knew of nutritionally including going for spa day with colonic, lymph drainage, sauna and oxygen bath. I received Reiki a few times. I spent hours talking with doctors and researchers whom I’ve connected with in the past year. They were mostly baffled. I could not eat solid food for 15 straight days. Even drinking green juices hurt. I lived on spirulina, marine phytoplankton and vitamin C. I lost several pounds.

I was suffering from many of the same symptoms as my friend who I helped to heal. But, I couldn’t have caught it from him as I performed a distance healing and hadn’t seen him in person for months. I took on his pain. But, simply realizing that didn’t make me better. I was homebound, crabby, and beginning to annoy the bajesus out of myself. I’m not used to being sick so there was a huge lesson here.

I could have avoided absorbing his illness if I had first acknowledged my own scared energy and wellbeing. It’s like what they tell you on the airplanes: secure your own oxygen mask before you help others. It would’ve taken me two minutes to close my eyes, acknowledge my breath and assure myself of my safety and role as a healer. All I had to do was set the intention to help him without bringing harm to anyone else. To ask for guidance and accept it. I dove right in because I felt his dire need.

I’m no longer afflicted by the need to be a martyr. I practice energy protection on most days, and especially if I am going to be working with a client for any type of healing work including nutritional coaching. And, for me –it’s not all song and dancey.

It’s about slowing down, acknowledging energy, setting a positive intention and asking for and accepting protection in whatever form I need it in. I also use visualizations. Sometimes I envision a bubble, or light or coil around me…whatever I need for the day.

If you ever get the feeling that certain people bring your groove down as soon as they enter the room, or you become affected by other people’s sorrow and pain, then you may want to try some energetic protection exercises on your own. I believe protecting our own energy also helps us become more aware of our true selves. Our true emotions and desires. For me it also involves shedding thought patterns that I no longer need. If we secure ourselves we can be of much better help to others.

Awareness and intention are key, and sometimes all that we need to begin furthering our consciousness, wellbeing and the impact of what we wish to achieve.

I not only use these methods for myself, but I also practice it with all of my clients in whatever form best suits them.

How do you protect your energy? I want to know.

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Image credit: Explosion of Positive by, Łukasz Strachanowsk