Be U: Truth

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.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Truth

It is harder just now for me to share my truth of what is. My brain gets tired as soon as I think of where I am. To spend time in front of this computer to write about what I know is challenging. I'm thinking that I am not sitting in 'this' long or strong enough to be able to share quickly or easily.

I am uncomfortable with being uncomfortable.

I also know that my body is changing. I haven't had a sore in many months. Not one big open, extremely painful sore on any of my fingers. I sense that my nails are growing on my fingers' ends. They are not 'normal' nails; however, they are nails. My skin feels softer and when I truly speak my hardest truth, I feel my body more. I feel the softness in my face and I see the pink in the color of my skin on my fingers. This is quite miraculous.   What I can do now is watch and believe. So, I am watching and I am believing that anything is possible.

I stubbed my toe a month ago. It turned black immediately. However, the scab just fell off yesterday and there is good, clean, healthy, pink skin underneath. This sore had processed from the outside in instead of the usual inside out that I have been used to with sores. There was no oozing and no pain to speak of. This is really, really cool!

So, as I'm slowing down to be with my truth, engage my truth and own and live my truth (didn't know I still had yet another 'slower' speed!), I share what I can in hope that I can help another to choose themselves and their inner innate knowing above all else. Once empowered, we can be this power that energizes the world to it's greatest, fullest 'light' mankind has ever known.

I am a 'power' enthusiast. I am in the energy business (or so I want to be). My husband is in the energy, green world business.   I am in the energy, BE YOU world.

Let's experience the best, healthiest energy we have ever known together.

To live our truth in love and light, our world will never know this much darkness again.

How interesting it is that the energy that fuels our homes is turning more healthful and the 'energy' that we need to tap into within ourselves is turning more healthful.

What a hoot!

May you allow your energy to fuel the truest of truths from within.

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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'!