Friday, June 22, 2012

What is healing?

In my healing career I have received maybe hundreds of healings. From Peruvian and Dutch shamans, Celtic and Kabbalistic healers, ‘Harry Potter’ fellow students and senior Brennan healers, an Australian eye gazer, psychic healers, healers who work with angel, dolphin and kundalini energy, or at long distance, and a healer who does her magic ‘only’ on the physical and therefore doesn’t want to be called a healer. O yeah, I almost forgot the most painful ones I got; from Balinese healers, who work your tendons like guitar strings. 

And still, it’s almost impossible to explain what a healing contains, or means. Healers follow their intuition, but often don’t really ‘know’ what they are doing. They ‘open up’ to the energy present, and facilitate anything that wants to come through. Healings are a matter of intention, timing, synchronicity, surrender and space created in the meeting between healer and client. In the end you don’t get a verbal answer on what it was about. You just know that it is ‘right’ because things fall naturally together. 
Today I went to see Emmy, a dolphin healer, who practices just around the corner. I lie down, she holds my head and the healing begins. I feel and see many different things, but I will keep it short. What matters is that our experiences match. Her perceptions meet my feelings. They are an answer to my initial question and give me the insight I need right now. Everything seems to be congruent, which tells me something happened on a level I cannot really grasp.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Fierce energies

I thought I was prepared. Having done a fair amount of spiritual work and personal process, I considered myself ready for 2012. I – sort of - believed that I had already digested the stuff I needed to. It was my time to enjoy now, and maybe help others to get there too. So, was that an illusion! There are no guarantees. We are vulnerable. Period.
A week ago, on June 6, Ralph was hospitalized because of fever and speech problems. He said ‘heater’, when he meant ‘bread’ for instance. Sometimes words came out backwards. Doctors thought he might have a brain infection or injury, gave him a high dosage of antibiotics, and put him through a series of medical examinations, which were quite traumatic to witness. Only to find out nothing was wrong.
In the emergency room I experienced a rollercoaster of feelings, but I also had faith. I knew his brain was not affected in a physical way. I assumed an energetic condition from the beginning. But still, my fear was bigger than my trust, so I let him undergo the insensitive medical interventions. I feel sad I did, and, paradoxically, great relief and gratefulness that they proved his brain to be totally fine.
He was sent home, and we wondered: what happened, and why? For now we suspect the cosmic shifts: the moon eclipse plus the Venus transition. Especially since we have heard of quite a few others exhibiting strange symptoms, including troubled speech. I am not sure this is what I meant, when I said ‘take advantage of 2012’ in my previous blog.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Hen night

I am about to get married and this week I had my hen night. Although, it wasn’t at night and everything else was different from the usual also. I wasn’t dressed up like a bunny. I didn’t have a ‘kiss me’ sign around my neck. I didn't get drunk. And yet, it wasn’t boring.  On the contrary: it was super intense. The next day I was totally worn out, like one should be after a bachelorette party. 
My friends performed a ritual for me, in order to help me make the transition from single to married woman. In a beautiful Mongolian yurt, lit by candles and with a fire in the middle, there were ten of my closest friends; half of them on a spiritual path, the others not. Some even have a slight resistance when it comes to these kind of things. Yet, they all showed up and were open to the whole mystery of it, because they felt it meant a lot to me.
So, there they were, sharing their thoughts and feelings, being honest, without holding back. There they were, giving me a group healing. There they were, crying with me. They even sang ‘Spirit is walking on celebration road’, while beating shamanic drums. They were seriously involved, only giggled once, because of the completely unusual, even weird setting.
I thank my friends for their love and their courage. For helping me let go of the things I don’t need anymore. For teaching me how to be a married woman: by being faithful to myself first. And I am grateful for their transmission of all the energies one needs in a marriage: love, support, positivity, autonomy, fun, enjoyment, care, silence, and love for the shadow as much as for the light.
The ritual was facilitated at Reijgersbroeck in Amsterdam: