Be U: Delirious

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.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Delirious

I won the auction again last night on the house that I like here in Florida. I get an email after telling me I won that the auction was unsuccessful and it is back on the online website.

There is no person that I can find that can give me guidance.

I am delirious following this house. I did put a bid on this new auction.   This will be the fourth auction for the same house. w h a t ?!?!?!  I have 'won' twice and it went under contract once.

It is what I tell myself that makes me delirious.   I tell myself this is the house I fell in love with. I tell myself that it is mine.   If I did not put attachment to this whole scenario - I would not be delirious.

Am I or am I not supposed to be delirious.... I am too delirious to know!

I think that there is nothing here to make sense out of other than this website has my attention only if I choose to give it.

I sit with what is. I walk through this. I ask for signs. I pray. I talk to whoever will listen. I listen to whoever will talk.

And, as I'm going through this process - there is way more energy that I am expending on my house in Pennsylvania that is going through a major renovation project and this, too, is an 'interesting' path that I know little about.

Delirium sets in.

I am whole. I am love.   I am okay even though I don't always feel so. As I type this, my fingers are purple. I am completely present to what is. I walk this path that presents itself to me. I create anew with what I have to work with knowing that everything will work out as it is supposed to.

I am present. I am involved. I am living my whole self in truth.

I love myself. I love others.

I am here walking the path as best as I know how allowing life to flow through me.

We are a neverending 'round' of energies that flow through and on and around. I believe we are all recreating our world. It is not as we knew it. It is not how it will be.

We are all okay as we live through; receive our lessons; share our joys and love on.

May you live through, receive your lessons, share your joys and love on. May you do so, present, as yourself.

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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'!