Past Life Regression and More

So, I've always considered myself different from others. I grew up in a family where religion was not something that was nurtured in my family. I firmly believe that thanks to that, I was able to grow up and form my own ideas and belief system. For that, I am truly appreciative. Now, I am not knocking anyone that has grown up with strong religious beliefs. I think having faith is important in a person's life, and whatever works for you, works for you.

I consider this my coming out of the closet blog. I have always been able to see things. Things not noticed by most humans. For fear of always being judged as a wacko, only a select few have known I have this gift. Yes, GIFT. Until recently I hadn't been fully tapped in. That's where the Past Life Regression hypnotherapy session comes in. I have seen where I have been on some of my past travels, and have seen where I am going. I have been, for lack of a better word, home. I am more tapped in now then I ever thought I could be. Trapped in a physical world where cell phones, television and IPods keep us disconnected, it has been a battle within until now. Now, I'm not saying I am Sylvia Browne.......yet. It's coming, and I know. It just takes time for 39 years of living one way to readjust to life as I now know it. If I were to take everything in at once, I would probably implode. So, I have spent the last few days nurturing my new self and seeing this planet through amazing new eyes.

I have always been a healer, whether it be living on the hills of England or a gypsy travelling the land. I have died of natural causes and not so natural causes. I have had neck problems off and on throughout my life. It was because I was hanged for my gypsy ways. I have always been one to travel alone from what I have had access to thus far, and that's why it has proven so difficult and taken so long to find my one relationship in this lifetime. Being alone in past times was a choice, and I grappled with wanting to be alone yet having the love of someone in this lifetime. I'm finally at peace with it.

When I was a little girl, being closer to the other side, so many things happened I had no understanding of. I suffered what were lovingly referred to as nightmares. I remember seeing things in my dresser mirror when I would wake up in the middle of the night. It scared me because I didn't understand what I was seeing. The mirror incident was silhouettes. Silhouettes of a man's face in profile and a horse's head followed. A week later we were off to my grandparents ranch. I've had occasions where I have woken up in the middle of the night with people standing at the end of my bed. I was home for a visit one time at 19 (my favorite thing to do was stay over Christmas Eve for Christmas morning), and I can remember waking up, sitting upright and having a man stand at the end of the bed. I quickly laid back down and pulled the blankets over my head. I remember having a dream when I was younger (9, give or take a year) about our blue car being smashed when a huge tree fell on the hood, and I have to get my mother and brother out to safety. Two weeks later my mom got severely T-boned on the driver's side of said car and was lucky to be alive. I remember bugging my mom to go check the mail when I knew letters had arrived from penpals. There were (and still are) times when the phone would ring and I would say it's "so and so". I was never equipped with proper understanding until I was older. Now these things are second nature to me as I understand the "why's" of it all.

When I was going to school to practise the art of massage, I lived in the attic of an old house. Little did I know that I had company until some of my little figurines started moving around. I had the company of a young girl. They find me, and they always will. Whoever, for whatever the reason is, will find me to help them. Help them cross over or send a message to a loved one. I have reduced friends to tears for information I've been able to share. I can remember being out at a lake with some friends and we were having a night of tarot readings (have been reading for years) and all things spiritual. My friend's grandmother came through. Now, she wasn't a close friend, it was someone I was nurturing a new relationship with, so there was familiarity, but not depth or long length to the friendship at the time. I started talking about a little rocking chair, a white dog, and a pearl necklace. There were other details that came through too, and all I could do was just share with her. She was moved to tears. It was beautiful.

I've had things like this happen off and on over my years on this planet, but now I know the frequency will be increasing and the visibility stronger as I settle in to my new found information. My confidence will increase and the worry of being judge will dissipate. I have a gift. I am not touched my demons, I am not in league with the devil. I've been given a gift. I firmly believe we all have varying degrees of this gift. But some are meant to be messengers. I am one.

And this is not to be egotistical as I don't have an egotistical bone in my body, but I consider myself realigned. I am meant to impart knowledge to others, but it has come with a sense of not tolerating bad behaviors. I have too much knowledge now. It does not make me better than anyone else, but if I have something to share with you, know it to be. I know, given this imperfect state we live in, inaccuracies will occur, but they won't be far from the facts. There are no more "ums", "ahs". It will just come out. And that's the way it is. If you're not prepared to hear it, don't ask. That goes with all aspects now. I am not a perfect friend, wife, mother, sister, aunt or daughter. I am me. I have "The Others" as I call the 12 that stand behind me to help me adjust and show me what I need to see. I am not insane, I am not "touched in the head". I am just me. And I have a gift. I always have, and forever will.

I have finally accepted myself. I am prepared to lose the ones that may choose to drift away after this, but I know the ones that are meant to be with me through this lifetime, will be with me through this lifetime. It's like the tough times. You will know your true friends by those that stay. The others will just drift away, and it is nothing personal. It is everything to do with them and their belief systems, not mine.

Thank you Cam for guiding the way.

Be well everyone.

Bodyworker Shmodyworker

Massage Practitioner or Bodyworker..............really?

When you hear the word "bodyworker", what comes to your mind?...............Now try Massage Practitioner..........yes, much better. According to the Provincial governing body (in BC), anyone who does not have their three years of education and has not written their Board Exams is going to be entitled to calling themselves a bodyworker if they have not met provincial requirements or have only taken a one-year Spa Practitioner program. (As an aside, there is now an AIT agreement which recognizes RMT's from other provinces as qualified RMTs within BC). I personally have two years of solid education and have been trained in Sports, Geriatric, Special Needs, Maternity, and Relaxation Massage. I am a practitioner. I have been trained to recognize risks/contraindications to massage and the modifications necessary, should someone present with an illness (Lupus, High Blood Pressure, etc. etc.). The only thing I cannot offer is Medical Coverage through a plan. I am strictly "wellness". While I might be able to "focus" on certain areas that are troubling, I offer no "treatment". Bodyworker? Nah! Skilled Practitioner? Heck yeah!

I want to establish a finely oiled (every pun intended) business that provides mobile services. That said, "bodyworker" will not be a label attached to any business cards being produced now or in the future. Yes, I may "work" on bodies, but I don't WORK on bodies. Get it? Good.

So, here's to all those skilled hands out there that are unable to call themselves a Massage Therapist, who have been trained in the art of massage, and are capable of calling themselves Massage Practitioners. I mean, we have Practical Nurses don't we? They are Practicing Nurses. I Practice Massage.

Be well everyone!