I had an energy healing session yesterday.
I thought it might be like a “reading,” with auras, and questions like, “Where does the Q name come in?” Don’t get me wrong; I love me an insightful reading. I told her I have a lot of autoimmune issues. She said she could sense that about me.
It turned out to be so much new, interesting information, that I’m practically speechless. As she asked a little bit about why I was there, what I wanted to accomplish, I, for the first time, regarded my life through a certain filter.
That filter was fear.
I was surprised I said that. I grew up in a small town in the middle of the US, went west after college, then east for more college, and lots of other places. Sometimes alone. I never thought of myself as fearful in light of the challenges that presented — new cities, new customs, new people, new jobs, new schools…
But, I started kindergarten in that small town where my family and I had just moved. All the kids seemed to be friends — and largely related.
I remember thinking when I received a sort of an icy reception, that I had to ditch myself, no offense, and do what I had to do to fit in.
This worked pretty well as time went on. On the outside. I had friends. I got good grades. I was a cheerleader eventually, played in the band, sang in the auditioned choir, had many suitors, and even gave a speech at my graduation.
I married someone I thought I could sit back and watch
manage control things for us. He was VERY good at that, in a VERY bad way. As you know, if you’ve been here before.
When that all fell apart, all the other issues I put aside, from 6-years-old on, have come back for a second chance. Not all at once. More at the pace of a smoothly running deli line.
After hiding my true feelings all those years, and wearing different masks for different people and situations, the energy healer and I agreed that I now had a mess of physical manifestations on my hands — psoriasis, IBS-C, migraines, reproductive problems, weight management issues, low self-esteem, recurring depression (beginning at 9), a crazy sister (sorry sis), an estranged brother (sorry bro), super religious parents who didn’t really know me (not their fault), anger management issues, and on and on. She told me our cells “remember” how to be liver cells, or brain cells, but they also remember our emotional paths and behave accordingly. I think. The phrase “quantum mechanics” was used. At least quantum something. It was a lot to take in. I looked some of the stuff I couldn’t remember up on line. It’s there. Where have I been?
The actual healing session was shorter than planned because we talked so long.
All my body did was lie there, but my internal experience was that I was having some creative, exciting ideas, and some new insights.
She asked me a few questions. She jostled a few body parts around. She told me a few things my body was saying to her. She gave me her card. I paid her, we hugged, she told me I did great work today, and to email or text her with any questions. I went back to my unfulfilling work. Another issue.
I was jazzed for a couple of hours after that. I felt better.
I am hopeful that this tool, like talk therapy, and tai chi, could really help me decide that I’m okay. I could be myself. My authentic self, is the buzz phrase. I’m so trendy. But, who the F am I?
Turns out, a pretty scared 6-year-old, who is trying to manage my grown up world from under the bed.
I’m trying to help her take steps to grow up. I’m here. I can strive to be helpful.
Because ditching yourself is more than offensive, it’s dishonoring. It depletes the faith you should have in yourself.
I can do better than that now.