Monday, January 28, 2008
Anatomy is destiny. It's amazing how many sayings that stick around, actually stick around cause there is so much truth to them. We are our bodies. Sheldon was right. He came up with a theory of Somatotyping. Our bodies are keys to our character. Aryuvedic principles are similar in the body types - Vata, Pitta and Kapha. Not sure on the exact spelling. But, we are all categorized on the spectrum among those three body types. The Vata are Sheldon's Ectomorphs, the nerdy, skinny cerebral types. Pitta are the Mesomorphs, normal body types, and Kapha are the Endomorphs, the heavier, more sedentary types. But that was not what I was going to write about. I had some thoughts about being a healer and the imperative of having to heal my own crap in order to be able to heal others. The Hierophant, the fifth card of the tarot, is of the healer, who had the body of a horse, and the head of a man. He was injured by a poisoned arrow and retreated to a cave to heal himself. In the process of healing himself, he gained knowledge of the healing process. Similar to an alchemist, who is also a magician in that he or she can work with the elements, a healer can only heal others while also being in the active process of self healing. That's why I labeled this post, physician, heal thyself. I am not perfect. My healing gift is perfect. While I may be working on an issue similar to that of a client, the energy healing that is performed is pure and follows the laws of healing. I am merely a channel. When someone comes to me, he or she is ready to release the stuck energy that has been causing the pain. I guide the energy, and witness the release. Just like the physician, the patient has to be open to the healing. People come to me when they are ready, and not a moment sooner.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
This is my first day with my blog. I am totally excited. I had daily thoughts, but the format was linear, and I wanted to be able to have my last post first and for people not to have to scroll through each day to get to the end. I am going to speak into a tape recorder, as my ideas come faster than I can type. My marvelous Maureen, she of the dexterous fingers, will type my wanderings. I am very happy. This process has taken a long time, and I realize that one must go through layers in order to find the answers. They have to bubble up to the surface.