Be U: Multitudes Shall Become One

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.

Saturday, April 24, 2021

Multitudes Shall Become One

Our World. Your World. My World.

Our world has surely gotten connected in ways it has never, ever, ever been connected before. Woah. The amount of information, the possibilities of connections, the ability to network - Woah!

Not one of us know how. Not one of us have ever lived this before. Not one of us have experience to the depth that life, living and connection can be experienced now.

If I could spell supercalifragilicious, I would spell it correctly right here, right now. Just maybe this is that!

We all shall become One.

That doesn't mean that we are not different. That doesn't mean that we do not think differently. That doesn't mean that we are not taught or that we do not learn different things. It doesn't mean that agreement on all things is possible.

Perhaps, it does mean that we all want to matter. We all want to feel like what we are here for has a purpose. We all want to love and be loved.

There is this place within each of us where we are the same. We all have hearts that beat. We all have breath that breathes. We all have an inner knowing that radiates and vibrates through us. We all have a body in which we can watch the mover, thinker and doer in this body. This is where we are one.

The word 'namaste' comes to mind. Namaste - I honor the place inside of you which is also inside of me. At the depth of who we are, we are awesome and connected. The light and energy that lives through Me lives through You.

Just like the ocean, the sky, the ground, the forests, the air. There are particles that make up and comprise the whole of each. Just like we are 'particles' of the human race of human beings and human doings.

What a miraculous system. This system is in each of us. We are supported by this system. We are energetically all connected to this system. We are this system... until we are not.

What we are here for is represented through the uniqueness of each of us in the totality of the system.

BAM. BIG. BOOM. Not messing around. And, it can almost be and feel like we are a blip opening up to, floating through and leaving our presence (presents).

Perhaps, we who do this win. And, whether we are aware and do it consciously or we are living and doing it by just doing it, we are all here winning and living and being exactly as we are supposed to.

Multitudes Shall Become One.

It is in this that we lift and enter into our highest selves; individually, together.

May You meet yourself exactly where you are and put who you are [exactly as you are], through as much love as you can, into everything you experience.

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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'!