Be U: Too Crazy, Fun

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.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Too Crazy, Fun

I started off blogging in August 2010. Something inside of me just had to. I immediately had a fear of comments and strongly hoped that I wouldn't receive any. I did not want to be persuaded or taken off track and I thought that I would be if the comment(s) was greatly different from my viewpoint and/or responded unfavorably.

It was very scary for me.

Anyway, recently, I was told to think of it like delving deeper by hearing and sharing other people's comments. That sold me. (just about a week ago)

Today, I got my first comment! hip hip hooray. Thank you. It was under What We Believe to Be True. Then I saw it become about deer. I thought what does deer have to do with it AND I immediately went to my Animal Speak book by Ted Andrews and looked up deer. (I'm betting deer was just on this person's mind - not meaning too much by it, just as an explanation). But....

Too cool for school I say.

I went on to read that the deer keynote is 'gentleness and innocence - gentle luring to new adventure'. (Following is a compilation of what I got from the book.)
They have been able to adapt to every sort of habitat. Their antlers (like antennas) are symbols of connections to higher forms of attunement. Pay attention to your inner thoughts and perceptions, as they are probably more accurate than you think.
Antlers grow behind the eyes, again hinting at heightened perception. It reminds us to establish a strong healthy connection with the (inner) child before we expose it to many people and other strange energies. It's about being gentle with yourself and others. It is an opportunity to express gentle love that will open new doors to adventure.

Even in this first comment, the person uses the word 'perceptions'. The post is about seeing things differently. I'm more open than ever to receive comments.

Comments, perceptions, new adventures, heightened awareness. Yes, we all see things through our own filters and through acceptance, can this be absolutely OK through gentleness, love and light?

Cool, yes?

I'm guessing it's time to bring on the comments with love and truth.

There are alot of connections going on here for me.

Coming from your own perception, is there something you'd like to share? ha.

What have I gotten myself into? ha.

Today is 12/6, 12+6=18, 1+8=9; 9 in numerology is as high as you can achieve in single digits; denotes high responsibility to mankind. 9, along with 13 has always been my favorite number. (I very rarely ever worked with this number stuff, dont really know why I am now. ha..)

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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.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Too Crazy, Fun

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