Be U: Story - Make Believe or Real?

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Story - Make Believe or Real?

So, I had a 2.5 hr. massage today. The massages I receive are not usually relaxing or quiet. The one I had today was alot of trust, work and allowing the mind to go.

This story begins a few days back when I remember waking up saying again and again Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Blessing myself. Extremely Fearful. (okay so I let that go) I think it's important to say that I do not bless myself regularly; in fact, it's been some time.

Then I went to my chiropractor who also does energy work. We came up with age 13, on the beach, something in my spine clicked and got out of alignment. What also came up was
the beginning of scleroderma' and a 'scleroderma gene'. (ok, so I sit with that)

Then today, during massage, the masseuse was pressing against my abdomen and I could feel my skin being pulled from my neck and head and from my toes and legs and over the hip bone and around the waist. It felt like muscle fibers and I imagined them to be like tied cornstalks. (remember, Post title is make believe or real? ha.)

I kept telling myself to let the masseuse in, no reason for fear, allow 'it' to leave my body. 'It' being tightness, fear; anything that wasn't needed or wanted.

What came up for both the massage person and myself was my connection to Christ. We asked it to happen and allow whatever 'work' that needed to be done for my being and the universe to connect as one. My mind went to a place, way back, when I was having a guided meditation session and I saw myself in Jesus floating in a canoe down a slow, narrow river. I stayed with that.

The next thing I knew - it felt like her hands were reaching my back through my stomach and these 'corn stalks' were being untied and freed to allow bloodflow and energy flow throughout my body. I was crying uncontrollably, like a child, and I felt great happiness.

I remember her saying "oh, your digestion is surely going to be different now".

I really believed we tapped into the core of the scleroderma and God was there working his magic.
So, here I am. Simply here. Thinking what wacko stuff and feeling more 'real' than ever.

Real or Make Believe? Who knows...

Are there any of your experiences that you want to pull together to create a full story?

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My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!

Coming for the Real You.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Story - Make Believe or Real?

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