We are ambassadors of our own energy and are responsible for the energy that we emit. Do you take ownership of your own being and the space that surrounds it? Here's a good question: what happens when we do not take care of ourselves as well as we should? Better question still: what happens when we are unable to? For some, it is not a question of not wanting to, or even not knowing how. You can tell when someone has been having a challenging time, or perhaps they do not take care of themselves as they should. Or perhaps they have endured a difficult chapter in life, but are so locked into yesterdays pain that it still weighs them down and drains them. I see them as having a shadow-like cloud around them, their fields are closer to their bodies, dulled and unclear. On a vibrational level, it is felt often as a heaviness that creeps with them and fills the room. I am certain that we all know someone like this, or have experienced this feeling at some point or another. For a lot of people, they are unaware of the effect that they have on others and the space that they fill. To be honest, they are probably not even in the right head space to compartmentalize that. This is depression and very different from the attachment energy. Depression is more like a proverbial Eeyore syndrome. The pain caused by depression is very real and should always be taken seriously and the person affected should always be treated with care. This powerlessness, is essentially the bottom of a pit that speaks volumes of a pain body that is in desperate need of respite. As serious as it is, not enough people talk about it. If you know someone that succumbs to this energy now and again, be the shoulder and the light for them when you can. Help them to find their own light in this darkness, or lead them to someone that can help them to find that light again. In the end, it should always be their decision. The heaviness of this energy can only transmute to light when they are ready for it and in their own time. While managing and maintaining your own space and energy, try to be that night-light for them. That's depression. Attachment energy....real attachment energy is something completely different. It's erratic energy that when you come into contact with it you are immediately uncomfortable. My personal experience in dealing with others with an erratic energy signature, it almost always points to attachment energy. These are the people that are not in a position to help themselves...it is out of their control. They feel all over the place. This feeling of being pulled in different directions leaves them mentally scattered and in some cases frightened, angry, actually...any feeling that falls into the lower vibrational category. This feeling becomes the manifestation that they carry with them. Fear and lower vibrational energy is an invitation for like-energy entities to attach. This to me, is the crux of actual attachments. As a lot of us energy workers do, I have a 9 to 5 job to pay the bills. I do my energy work outside of these hours and eventually it will become a full-time and passion-filled career. It is a way of life and my essence. For now though, I work in an administrative capacity dealing with families, an aging population and those who are mentally unwell. This has benefits as I come into contact with the public, I learn a tremendous amount that is then applied in coaching and in healing. For me, this journey is all about constantly growing and evolving so that you can help as many as you can. Coming into contact with so many different energies, you can't help but learn constantly. You begin to recognise the energy that you come into contact with using all of your senses, beginning with the subtle body and reaching out as far as the etheric bodies and beyond. There once was this gentleman who came into my office. I had never felt this sensation before. The air had been sucked out of the room. Immediately I could feel my body vibrating as if in warning and this feeling was intense. I felt as though I had the darkest and lowest vibrational energy swirling about the office. As a Reiki Master, when I am around someone in need of healing, my hands heat up. In that moment, I felt as although my hands had caught fire. The man confessed to me that the voices in his head told him to do very bad things. I was not fearful. I was concerned though. I could see that the voices were not in fact in his head, but he was carrying with him someone who was telling him to do horrible things. He had entity attachments. He seemed so desperately sad and lived in torment. He was a hostage to his own energy. When he left. I cleared and cleaned the room and my own energy field. I prayed for him and sent Reiki to the situation. I also reached out to his family. If you can believe it, they thought that his actions were only attention seeking and that his confession was a harmless slip to receive a discount of some kind. Another example of this attachment energy, is the story of a friend of a friend who came to visit quite unexpectedly one day. He needed a shoulder and some friendly advice. My door is always open to those who need assistance. Normally when this person would plan to stop by I would prepare the space, make some tea, and then prepare my own energy for the visit. I knew that although he was very sweet and well meaning, this friend I will call Robert, brought with him a very heavy and static energy. On this day when Robert dropped by out of the blue, I was unprepared and when he left I was drained. The energy of the house were we spoke was especially heavy. The room was also noticeably different to each member of my family when they entered it. I cleared and cleaned the space and dusted us all off. I did speak with Rob about his attachment energy and even offered the telephone number of a well reputed light worker who works with angelic energy to remove attachments such as this, who happened to live in the area and who also does this at no charge. This healer only wants to help others regain their own light. He instead sought the advice of someone else who charged for multiple visits and as far as I can feel....the attachment energy is still an issue and situations have only gotten worse. Life is all about choices and the choices that we make help to formulate the lessons that we are here to learn as we move through them. This is a part of Roberts journey, his lessons and as much as I wanted to help more, I could not. A part of his lesson is this attachment. That feeling of being "off" or of feeling "drained" is a good indication that you are sharing your light with someone that you might not be aware of. I once had a client who made these two comments and while working on said client, the attachment revealed itself. I could see clearly the body of an adolescent within this clients field, curled up as in a fetal position between the heart and sacral chakras. It reminded me of when Captain Hook put Tinkerbell in a jar. This face and pair of hands...a little body pressed up against the glass staring straight at me. Only it wasn't Tinkerbell and knowing my client, he didn't purposely place the adolescent in his field. The choice to not claim your own energy and to remain grounded and centered, you are essentially inviting attachments...parasitic energy into your own field. I think that's probably what ended up happening. Another reason why self-care and healing are tremendously important! Maintain and own your space. Keep your energy strong and healthy. I assisted in the release of this attachment to the light and at the end of this session everyone was happier and lighter. The client had more energy and this adolescent spirit went to a much better place. This was not what I would call a heavy or dark attachment though. Nonetheless, your light is meant for you only and this clients "friendly" had to find its own light and way home. The second that you are in the presence of someone with attachment entity energy, when your field comes into contact with theirs, it is felt instantly. This could be on a subconscious level as with my family who felt that the space did not feel right after Robert left. Or, it can be felt on a more obvious one where you are vividly aware of the attachment, as in the first example of the man who visited my office. This part of our energy field is sort of like the antennae to the empath. We are all empathic to varying degrees. Some of us more than others, but in the end we all have the capacity to tune in. The subtlety of energy speaks volumes about someone when you are tuned in. So now I ask, are you tuned in? Are you aware of your own energy and the energy of those around you? Love to all! xo Find me on Facebook : Healing Energy - Painted Chakras and Stairways
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I consider myself blessed to have a close connection with family. So what happens when you experience that physical loss for the first time in your life? It really doesn't matter if it's the first time or the second...or even the fifth. Nothing had prepared me for the loss of my maternal Grandmother and Grandfather. Through that pinnacle experience, I learned that life is full of synchronicities and that those synchronicities are all messages from spirit if you are open to receiving them. This is a brief summary of sorts. This is how I began to connect the dots. I had experienced death in the family prior to this of course. I was lucky enough to be borne into a young family and was able to experience the love of my great Grandparents first hand. When my maternal and paternal great Grandmothers passed several months apart from each other, I for the first time in my life experienced visitations from the other side of the veil. It didn't frighten me at all. I didn't question it as being out of the ordinary. It just was. Spirit didn't spook me. I regularly had visits from a little blonde girl who would sit on the edge of my bed. The last time that I saw my paternal great Grandmother, I knew that she was going to pass. I sat with her and then went to my Grandfather and told him that I would never see her again. When she did pass, she visited me while I slept and I was invited to sit with the ancestors at a long table where we were all dressed in glistening white gowns. I felt a sense of unconditional love that I cannot completely describe other than to say that it is indescribable. There were upwards of 20 or so of us seated at that long table. When my maternal great Grandmother passed it was quite different. When I would visit her in life, strange happenings always took place, particularly around one photograph. I have written about this before in my blog post title "Behind the Veil". When she finally did cross over, I can remember hanging out in the loft of her home with her cat. I was young, about ten or so at the time and I poured my grieving heart out to that cat. As the words spilled out, I became conscious that we were not alone. The cat, was also quite aware of this sensation because animals are very sensitive to all energy forms. It wasn't odd or frightening...but comforting and a little surreal. I also had the same visitation dream with the long table and was asked to sit yet again with the ancestors. Time speeds on to current day. Growing up, I spent a tremendous amount of time with both my maternal grandparents, who have now crossed over. It was their crossing that became my spiritual wake up, or at least the very beginning of my true awakening as an adult. I became very close with my maternal Grandmother, or as she was affectionately referred to by her many grandchildren, as Grannie. She had the biggest of hearts, the patience of a saint and she was probably one of the nicest people that I have ever met. I considered her to be my best friend. When I started my own family, she offered me endless sage advice regarding child rearing, household everything and just life in general. Her advice and this connection that we had was immeasurable, as was my love for her. When she fell ill it was kept quiet for several years. Her declining health was very apparent to me however, as I called her at least once every Saturday. My relationship with my Grannie and Grandpa developed overtime. For the first few years of my life she took care of me while my parents worked full-time. I spent one week with her and my Grandpa every summer.They had five kids together and my Grannie even said that I was more of a sixth child. Our conversations at first were very family and task orientated. She taught me how to draw and paint as a young child, so we would often discuss our many art projects and creative pursuits. She had this amazing art space with sliding glass doors. Half of the space was used for carpentry and the other half was for her painting and crafting. It was on the second floor of a large garage that was at the back of my Grandparents property surrounded by mature maple trees. I can still hear the rebellious glee in her voice and picture the twinkle in her eyes, when she exclaimed that she was going to paint the stairway leading up to her creative space with each step a different colour of the rainbow. "Why not...they're my stairs!" God love her...she was amazing. Closer to the end of her life however, we began to share more about our spiritual and metaphysical beliefs. It turned out that we had a lot in common. She talked about astral travel and her faith in God and the angels. So it was no real surprise to me when she did finally pass that she would reach out. I will write more about this in the future. There is simply too much to write in a short blog post. The night before she had that last surgery, my Grannie called everyone in the family. She was seeking closure. I know that she didn't want to go, but she knew on some level that she would. I'm not going to rehash the conversation because it was heart to heart and therefor just for us. Suffice it to say however, that it was very difficult to hear her speak the words that I so dreaded to hear her say aloud. That night, as I was laying in bed preparing to sleep, I spoke to God. I asked that he take care of her, to help her through this process. If she was meant to go, to surround her in his light and for her to release. I prayed that she would receive divine assistance to help her, to feel safe to let go if it truly was her time. That same night, I awoke feeling something that I can only describe as a "whoosh", as it crossed my legs. I have felt this feeling before and I knew that it was not of the earthly plane. I looked over to see the most beautiful sight. I greeted the man made of liquid amber light that now stood bedside and there were now no words. This communication was done telepathically. I felt a wave of sadness unlike anything that I had ever felt before as he slowly moved his head from side to side. The message was a saddened "no". A few days later I received the news that my Grannie had passed. Before I was told, on some level I knew. I was waiting for it. The weeks following her passing, she provided many signs that I received and kept to myself. She was the heart and soul of my family and it hit the family hard. It has taken years for any sense of normalcy to return. I decided that instead of sharing I would just love and be a shoulder whenever I could be. Five years after her passing, my Grandfathers health began to fail. One day, I was in my garage and a large object moved from the top shelf all the way across to the other side and on to the floor. It was as if it had been thrown. It was a part of a high chair that my grandmother had gifted my son with the year that she had died. As someone who has always listened to spirit, I said, "Is that you?" Then another small object flew again from one side to the other. I had that sensation of being with spirit. When I went back into my home, I told my husband that something had happened to my Grandfather. It turns out that something had. A neighbor found him after he had a heart attack. Hospital testing led to the discovery that he had cancer throughout his entire body. He probably hadn't been to the doctor since my Grandmother had been alive. He never left the hospital after that. I was able to get one week off of work only. I visited my Grandfather several times in the hospital over the course of a few days. His room was at the end of a very long hallway with seven very large and colourful paintings. I didn't look at the paintings until the second and last day of my visit. Each painting represented one of the seven chakras. After the week was finished, I returned home and waited for the news. I wasn't into Reiki back then. I'm now a Reiki Master. Its no surprise that when I did my first session in a clinic setting he showed up in the doorway with a smile and a nod of approval. Weeks later, during a day at work I felt that familiar whoosh followed by a different sensation. I marked the time. Then again another whoosh a few hours after that, followed by a more final feeling. Again, I marked down the time. I knew what this meant. I had experienced this before. The first time was when my grandfather had decided to release. The second time was when he had crossed over. When I got home from work that day I was asked to call my Mother. Before she could tell me anything I gave her the two times and received my confirmation. It has now been about 6 years since my Grandfathers passing. I have been blessed to have received visitations from both of my grand parents, mostly bedside visits and sometimes they bring others with them. In the case of my Grandfather, he's around often. He'll just pop in and I can see that brilliant, heart melting smile of his. He appears to me as the younger man that I didn't know, except through photographs. He was a handsome man with a beautiful heart and was a very hard worker all of his life. It took me a long time to connect with my Grandmother visually. You see, when they cross over, grief is a barrier and they do not want you to experience pain, nor to identify pain with their visitation. She tried many times and it was very painful emotionally, so the connection was dropped quickly. Eventually though, the pain became less so for me. I worked very hard at healing and then finally I have been able to have a few very magical encounters. During one, she explained astral travel from the spirit side to me. This was as much of a gift as it was confirmation that she was okay. I knew that she was but really needed to feel that connection from her again. When someone you love crosses over to the other side, all that is gone is their physicality. The body is merely a casing for the soul. The soul, that essence of our being doesn't die, it simply travels home. We still have access to this love and this connection, it just changes a little bit. With time to heal, an open heart and an open mind, you can communicate with their essence again. They are only a whisper away. The communication is different however, as you are now bridging the gap between different dimensions. Its more about the subtleties and the synchronicities. Its up to you to connect the dots and to see and feel between the lines. Love to all xo Find me on FB: Healing Energy - Painted Chakras and Stairways |
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