It is a new day. Do you feel it? Life is changing fast. Time is no longer linear. It’s spreading out like a fractal. Beautiful. Like wearing roller skates that have 15 balls underneath and on the edge of each foot. Curiously weird. Disorienting and we have to learn to roll with it. It’s the only choice.
This morning I tweeted: “The time has arrived where “ritual” isn’t required for healing, though it is of help for focus & conscious connection to gratitude. Bless.” This is my experience. I’m working as an energy healer in a well-established chiropractic/acupuncture clinic in the Fairhaven district of Bellingham now. (I finally, and gratefully, found the home that feels right for my multi-dimensional work in a healthcare setting. I’ve come home within and without.) In the sessions, it has been my visceral and energetic experience that the healing is much more direct than before. I have the option to perform the preliminary steps I am used to, but have discovered they are not required to get the work done. The healing wave moves directly and quickly on countless levels simultaneously, having an effect on tissues, bones, skin, blood, skills, perceptions, symptoms, alignments, dis-ease, etc.; spanning from the initial energy layer that houses the dis-orienting shift outward. The trickle down effect (or wave) begins to take shape, just as it did when the wave of symptomatic shifts flowed through (either slowly or quickly….) The new wave is moving through. Healing takes place outside of any agenda I may personally have as the practitioner. It is none of my business. I energetically step aside and allow myself to function as a multi-dimensional tuning fork in the session at a high, white light level. Now all this can take place without my preliminary doings. Wild! I am getting used to it.
This poem: A New Day Must Rise came through last month. It literally tumbled out of me. One phrase comes from the track “Chant” on Xavier Rudd’s Live in Bonnaroo cd: “Like mountains with holes where trees used to be.” It was playing when the poem started to pour out. Have you ever had words do that? Just tumble out? It’s a gentle feeling at times, other times it’s pounding on the door wanting to be aired/written/shared. I wonder how much of this goes “kind of” unnoticed as simply a fleeting thought. I wonder if more people tuned into these moments, how much more heart-based communication would rise up.
People need to hear you. Yes they do. They need to hear who you truly are, unarmored, unadorned, unplugged. Remember that the judgment you put on yourself and your own creative expression is far more harsh than anyone out there could direct at you. It gets twisted up if you let it. Don’t let it. Just don’t.
Instead: Let that creative day rise up in you and share where you will.
Blessings and being blessed.
(The image of the bird on my arm in this post is the Spirit Bird that symbolizes my work and guides me. She’s a Red Tail Black Cockatoo from Australia. She came through to say, among other things, that the expanding shift in the healing work is happening. Aho!)