Be U: Another Informative Experience (can you say wonderful

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.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Another Informative Experience (can you say wonderful - ha)

My wonderful massage therapist was here yesterday and today I went to my wonderful naturopath and I had some wonderful (wonderful?) experiences and I learned more about me.  Below is was my total experience.

I was laying on the table, fully clothed, and all of a sudden Michael Row Your Boat Ashore and Three Blind Mice songs came into my head. I mentioned this to the masseuse and she said take it as information. So I went with it and before I knew it I was sitting up on the table rocking saying "2nd grade, 3rd grade; 2nd grade, 3rd grade; I'm in school not wanting to be there because I know there is some real, bad and scary things going on at home. They won't let me leave school and I know that my home is a scary place and I don't understand it and I know it is bad." I broke down saying "oh my, this is when I left myself"; this is when I decided I couldn't handle or understand things, but I knew I didn't want to be a part of it. So I left little me that day. I left my family (in my head) as well. Almost like I didn't belong in my family. I felt feelings of embarrassment and ugliness. I shut down and turned off a part of me that day. This was only about my parents fighting; arguing. It had a huge impact on me. I believe that I didn't know how to be around it or live during it. I believe that something in me, that day, was buried. I say buried, because I can feel this part of me today. I can feel the innocent, cute, scared little girl.   So, while I wanted to say a part of me died that day; I don't think that would be true. Buried somehow would be more accurate. If I had to guess, I would say buried somewhere in my belly. Crazy, maybe. Completely feels real? - you bet.

I believe today that this embarrassing and ugly feeling manifested into my fingers. Sounds crazy and sounds true.

Oh what a road I am on. (where's the exit sign!) "They" better not come take me away. I am more sane than I've ever been. I don't know if I can know for certain what to label this. I do know I am really being me. Feels so right and it feels so scary or off the charts.

Are you ignoring, feeling or having thoughts that you write-off as insane, wrong or shouldn't feel? Can you dare to listen to them and see where it takes you? What if, in a matter of moments, it would bring you closer to Being U?  Are you willing to go there?

For me - Being U equals complete inner peace. Ahhhhhh.

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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.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Another Informative Experience (can you say wonderful - ha)

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