True Stories of Hope+Healing : “WE ARE THE LIGHT”

Artist: Verena Wild (www.etsy.com/de/shop/VerenaWildArt)

…Huge emotions released and liberated - deep, deep sobbing, primal growling, and the type of crying that comes from an ache long forgotten and stuffed away - brought to the surface, at last, to be felt and let go. We were transported back to the trauma…

“Oh my God, Mackenzie,” she cried out, “the bright light I saw when I was being abused as a child, knowing I was protected. It was us. Right now. It was us. It was US. WE ARE THE LIGHT.”

She cried big heaving sobs and huge sighs of relief…. She was her own light in the darkness, traveling 30+ years in the space of an hour, from a small office room in suburban Missouri.

This is what is possible. Not just for one of us, but for ALL of us. WE ARE THE LIGHT. And you are, too.

… Through her chiropractic adjustment, as energy was liberated from the spine & body, it became very clear, that we opening up a “gateway” for spiritual healing. As we verbally covered topics and unwound the body patterns around them, she lovingly let go of old patterns, washing them away with tears. We neared completion for her session as her young child played nearby (#momlife), and as I was silently holding her occiput, I had a distinct visual of her, as a raven, looking eye to eye with me, and then diving off, open-winged into the void…

… When we experience trauma, sometimes we cope by restricting or even harming ourselves... by creating consciousness programs that dampen, hinder, or even choke out our own life force… because that was ADAPTIVE in some way, at some time. To keep us safe, to keep others safe.

And when we LOOSEN our OWN CHAINS, realizing, WE are the ones holding them, And we LIBERATE ourselves,We taste a freedom unlike any other.

There are few things more beautiful than that home-coming. And getting to hold space for it.

He cried out again, "I remember, I remember..." and he set himself free.

It's hard to even speak of such incredible things. Which is why I often don't, but people need to know what's possible. FOR ALL OF US, if we choose it…

I saw flashes of a ‘lifetime’… tribal, in a jungle-type setting - my friend was a young man, running with her tribe and elders through a dense forest. Green - everywhere. Fast, skillful movements. It seemed like a hunting or scouting party, a group of men, unified with clear & pure intention… but something went wrong. Suddenly, as if I were peering over her shoulder, I saw an arrow pierce her ear, head and neck - exactly where she was dealing with this persistent infection. She, as the young man, dropped to the forest floor, confused and disoriented, the tree canopy seemed to spinning above her, things were flashing and moving around her - she couldn’t move, and she was desperately looking for the leader of the group. Her soul was crying out for understanding, for help, for her people, for an explanation, for answers… But the answers didn’t come in time…

… she was having intrusive thoughts about wanting to die, but she didn’t actually want to die… I asked about what else was going on in her life. She said that her grandmother, to whom she was incredibly close, was in hospice and had nearly passed away and came back several times and it was very stressful for her and her family.

“I wonder if you could be feeling your grandmother’s feeling of wanting to pass on?”

She grew quiet and said, “that makes sense.”

We normally do acupuncture sessions together, but this was different. I told her, it’s possible that as we do this work, or shortly after, your grandmother may be able to pass. Do you want to continue?

“Yes,” she said…

…he said, “I want to give you something'“ and took a coin out of his pocket and placed it in my hand. “It’s the only thing I could think of that was meaningful enough to say thank you,” he said.

It was his AA sobriety chip - 10 years sober.

I looked at it in awe. “I can’t take this, it means too much.”

“That’s why I need to give it to you, I don’t know that I would have made it to 11 without this work.”

“It’s giving me everything alcohol promised.” …

… "It feels like all of the love unexpressed, and the pain encapsulated - the desire so strong to be with her again, that it’s carried into this lifetime too….”

“Mary,” I said… “she came back to you. Your love for her, and her love for you was so strong, that in this lifetime, you’ve been reunited. It feels like it’s your daughter, _____.”

Her jaw dropped. “Mackenzie”, she said, “this appeared right after (daughter’s name)’s birth. It’s been there for 27 years.

… In this dark place,

as we L E T G O , we L E T I N

the grace that is found in these deep chasms,

the faith, the fortitude, the T R U S T in who we are.

We learn that maybe purgatory is not where we are judged,

but where we let go of our judgments.

Where we are invited to set ourselves free…

I see myself crying alone on the floor of a deeply wooded forest. Huge, tall trees all around me.

I’m sitting on the ground, knees to my chest, arms wrapped around my naked body.

With tear-stained cheeks and swollen eyes I look up to the stars, and cry out,

“But, it still hurts.”

The night sky becomes her star-covered arms as the Cosmic Mother sweeps down and holds me in her blanket of stardust and loving compassion and whispers, “I know baby, I’m here. I can’t take you from this place. But I will be here with you while you move through it. I won’t leave you. I’m right here…”

There is a strange and beautiful pain in allowing your entire life to dissolve, and burn away... not knowing what and who will stay, or go... not knowing what it will look like, or feel like, or be like in the next step, or the next 100 steps.

My higher self + Spirit called me to walk by faith, not by sight, trusting in that which I couldn’t see... and I devoted my daily path to Trusting that guidance, even when the flames were licking my calves as I stepped and my heart was cracked open more times than I can count and in more ways than I knew possible... I felt space created in my cells and every part of my being, and in the initial resistance, it felt like a million deaths…

… When you see a bright red in the forest,

When you see 'her' insides (and she mirrors to you, your insides)

You pause and honor what is,

You take her in, (and take, and let yourself in)

In the not-knowing, everything we need to know is already there.

And you let yourself sink into the wisdom your mind doesn't need to understand.

Your heart already knows…

When I was in the deep throws of postpartum depression, I experienced recurrent, intrusive thoughts - one in particular. "I want to put my head through the wall." Over and over, like an alarm bell going off, day-in, day-out…

…What if our dear souls are seeking a way to 'dissociate' from this body, and get back to the feeling+knowing of that Light? *To dis-member to re-member,* that we are more than this body and its current experience? And that each of those paths may *all* serve a sacred purpose + also tempt escapism (+addiction & harm)?

I pray you, we, I, continue to *CHOOSE* TO COME BACK. AND TO STAY. ALL of us, EVERY PART of us, 100%, all the way, right here, right now, in this body. EVEN IN THESE CHALLENGING TIMES - THIS is the medicine - to bridge discomfort+seeking more/better into the realization+honor that YOU are the Medicine.

*THIS* is what we came here for. To re-member (put back together) who we are…

Sometimes it f*cking hurts. IT’S SUPPOSED TO.

Pain is MEANT to interrupt your pattern of being + life to deliver sacred messages guiding you into something new, something higher, IF YOU LET IT.

The more we resist it, the more it HURTS.

If it’s going to hurt anyway, as you’re stretched or squeezed through a transformation opportunity, what if you LET IT??…

In freedom and Love I wait.

I whisper, “make straight the Way,” though the living waters of Creation so love to hug and caress the bends of the river as she traverses the great land.

So, perhaps, it is not the straightness, but the openness.

The receptivity to the flow.

Allowing her to rush in and through like the raging river, pushing away, cleansing out, what no longer serves…

My first adult experience with angels was in 2012. I was rear-ended and as soon as I was aware an impact was happening, I was pulled out of my body by two Light beings - beings I can only describe as Angels. I recognized them, though more by feel than by sight, after all, my eyes were still in my body and “I”... was not. I “saw” by a different type of sight, an experiential one: a knowing mixed with feeling and Light - a “sight” I’ve since found to be more reliable than my own two human eyes…

Sometimes healing feels like a cellular earthquake that is intensely “de-stabilizing” with the divine purpose of CHANGE & the choice to TRANSFORM into a higher expression &life trajectory…

Maybe you forgot you’ve been holding your breath...

Because you’ve been under for so long... But suddenly something warm and bright parts the water and you know it’s for you.

Maybe it IS you...

And you have a choice:

Stay under, or rise up.

Come up for air.

The world is ready for you.

Or maybe it’s not.

But YOU’RE ready.

And it’s time.

… The beauty is this: we have a choice. To have the COURAGE to FEEL IT and stay open. The magic is just on the other side. To realize that these ‘undesired’ feelings are gatekeepers urging you - “Yes, dear one. You’ve found it. Look there. A few paces more. Keep your heart open, there’s a treasured truth waiting to be revealed.” A power-source we have long-suppressed…

… The glaciers are melting. This is not the first time in the history of the planet, and likely not the last.

Glacial water is the some of the purest water you can drink. It contains *thousands* of years of stored (frozen) energetic intelligence in the form of water crystals, minerals, and ions. Glaciers are ancient time and wisdom keepers.

Some say that during times of great need - in the cycles of the planet - of expansion and growth, contraction and fear - the releasing of this ancient, stored, frozen earth-intelligence occurs - melting - releasing it into the bloodstream of our watery planet - for the infusing and absorption into Mother Earth and into us, her people…

I was so angry. All the time.

I was mad at *her,* too.

A spiritual presence sometimes just did not feel like enough as I dangled at the end of my rope, simultaneously feeling like I would suddenly spontaneously combust and that I was also, somehow, drowning.

I KNOW I’m not alone.

Why does it *feel* like I am?…