It is said that when we are really young, we are more open because we are still very close to source energy. As we get older, we are taught that perhaps the experiences that we have while we are in that opened state, are delusions or fantasy. Sort of sad really, that as we age, we take on the layers of fear that bring us farther away from this open heart experience, shutting down our natural perceptiveness of the other side of the veil. Being a parent has taught me so much regarding children and their perception of the other side. I have learned that it is crucial to their spiritual development to create a safe and nurturing environment so that they are able to move through their own experiences, without casting doubt or judgement. In our home, we treat experiences with normalcy. Experiences...there are many. It has become a higher education for all. Spiritually speaking, I keep a clean house. It's necessary as an energy worker, to maintain my space for those that visit for treatment, but also for those that live under this roof. Being co-parent to sensitive children, it is also a spiritual responsibility. I clean a few times a week and always before and after a healing session. Any space, will have visitations from time to time. I have always been able to speak with ancestry. From a very young age I knew this. It became more apparent as I grew older and began doing a lot of self work. I used to receive visits from a little blond haired girl who would sit on the edge of my bed. I also knew when someone was dying and have always been able to feel their crossing and could pinpoint the time of that crossing. It sounds morbid to the layman, but as a healer, it allows me to use another facet of my gift. These were a few of the first instances of my mediumship abilities. Great grandparents, great uncles and great aunts and now grandparents...have all taught me about this veil communication. The process of reawakening to this part of myself has become like a personal death. It has been a very slow start. Always a start and then a full stop, start and then another full stop...baby stepping always until my maternal Grandmother passed. That's when I knew that my journey to self had truly started. That's when it switched gears and now everyday something else seems to be switched on for me. That's when I started to truly listen to spirit. You see, my Grandmother and her mother before her, were gifted in communicating with those through the veil. I'm sure that this was not shared with family or friends openly. Towards the end, my Grandmother and I shared our experiences and I will always hold that time as sacred to both my heart and to my soul. Through this dialogue, I came to understand that this gift has a lineage to it and then after her passing, it provided me with comfort that I could extend to those lost in their own grief. I too was lost in my grief for a time, but I moved through it and the process was necessary. After my Grandmother's physical death, she was still a very nurturing and strong communicator. What I have continued to learn from the experience of her passing is that they are never that far away. When you call to them, or speak of them, they slip through the veil to you. That heart and soul connection is never lost. That connection makes that love limitless. It's rather fascinating that upon death the only thing that changes is the obvious physicality. The love and the relationship actually evolves and develops into a deeper and higher understanding on a soul level. It is miraculous, bittersweet and is also entirely beautiful. It's important to remember this and to always go back to this thought and to this feeling while grieving. Move through the process of grief and eventually there will be an inevitable release raising the vibration. Work for it and it will happen. Grief can become a blockage for many. For me personally, it became the catalyst to my rebirth and to a more in depth understanding of my knowledge of the veil. My lineage has allowed for this. My children will come to appreciate this in years to come, just as I do now. The more spiritual cleaning that we do, our gifts are inevitably brought to the surface. Its akin to shining up a diamond. Everyone is unique in what they are here to offer and this is one of my offerings, I guess. I have hesitated with sharing for many years because not everyone gets it. It is only in the last few years that I have decided to share this with immediate family. However, whether others "get it" is no longer a concern of mine. I choose to be authentically me and this is actually a very large part of who I am. Closing that part off would mean creating a blockage energetically (fifth chakra!). On my watch....that's not going to happen! ;) Sharing this gift with others is something that has started happening during my energy sessions. I have learned that if a client "brings a friend" or unconsciously "calls in a friend"...to acknowledge the presence and then to help with that release. Ignoring just makes the presence more persistent. The visit is a part of a blockage that needs to be released to the light. Those that visit are always family to the client. The message might not make sense at the time but I relay what I can in the moment. The main purpose of the clients visiting me is for energy work, and although I am a medium...they are on my table for that service and not for a reading. I choose to not offer readings. So many expectations are tied up in what the client wants to hear and who they want to hear from....totally not what I do. I firmly believe that if it is for a higher healing then it will happen naturally. If spirit shows up, then I make their presence known to my client and then I relay what I see and I leave it at that. I let the energy do the work. A release will come from that knowledge in accompaniment with the healing session. In love and in light xoxo If anyone would like to get in touch...find me on facebook! :) Healing Energy - Painted Chakras and Stairways. Photo credit: My maternal Great Grandparents on their wedding day.
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