The Birth of a Healer

Not a real birth, well maybe. I was a doula and am now a healer and when babies are born, they are lovingly nurtured. I think when healers are birthed, they are also nurtured by the universe. I truly think that I became a healer many lifetimes ago and continued to be one. How do I know this? Well, I have personally taken classes, done past life meditations and regressions, and truly believe what a Shaman told me about my past lives. I listened and learned and knew it was so.

I am the youngest of 3 girls and have 2 older sisters. Did I know then that I was a healer? I don’t think so. But I also don’t remember a lot of my childhood. My sisters remember way more than I do. I mean they remember way more. Like what my Mom cooked for dinner and being at my Grandmothers’ house and knowing exactly what we ate. I remember going to have afternoon tea but not a lot of dinners. Was that intentional by spirit? Maybe. I knew I had a hard time fitting in. I wasn’t always comfortable in my skin, and felt like an outsider (I still do). I felt invisible. My parents divorced when I was 14 years old. Imagine coming home to your house and find out your dad left and he wasn’t coming back. My person (I was a Daddy’s girl) in my house was gone and I was stuck with people that I thought really didn’t like me. Then we had to sell the house and the horse I had, and move into a tiny 2 bedrooms apartment where I had to share a room with my sister and ugly furniture. I was pretty upset. Then my father died. It was very difficult for me.

High school for me was not somewhere I wanted to be. I transferred schools in my junior year and went to another high school closer to where we lived. During high school I learned how to smoke cigarettes, take drugs and drink. I also actually made it out of high school and graduated with about 2 credits to spare. That was a good thing. Still trying like hell to fit in and feeling invisible to boot.

I knew I was different, but did I really know? I thought I was like everyone else, but was I? I just couldn’t find my space, my identity. I took on other people’s identity and tried to make it my own. It really never worked. Never. To this day I catch myself trying to fit in. I still don’t. I’m very much an introvert trying to be an extrovert. I never let people get to close to who I truly am. Why? I think it’s because I am concerned about what other people think about what I do. I’ve gotten comments like, are you a witch? Or, yes, you’re a witch. I always say no, I’m not a witch. I have friends that are witches and warlocks, but for me, I’m not a witch. I am a healer.

For example, I have been taking shaman classes since November of 2018 off and on. The first class was a mediumship class. As many people know, mediums can talk to dead people. So, yes, I can. Anyway, I tell you this because of an experience I had in California regarding dead people. I had to go to California to get some paperwork so I could get a driver’s license in Nevada where I live. My sister lives there so I stayed with her. We decided to go to Chapel of the Chimes in Oakland where my grandfather and my father’s urns were. Mind you this experience I am about to share with you was new to me.

We went into the building where the ashes were stored. No problem yet. Chapel of the Chimes has been around for over 100 years and there are 100’s of ashes of other people and crypts containing coffins with remains that are in this building. We get to where my father and my grandfather ashes are, they are in one space together, and I could feel my father and my grandfather’s presence. They both reached out to me and asked me to have me and my sister hug each other and the hugs would be from them. And I thought, ok we can do that. So, we did. It was very emotional for both of us. What happened next was crazy. We started walking away and all of a sudden, I was overwhelmed with the spirits of dead people that wanted to talk to me. It was insane. We went downstairs and it seemed that I wasn’t being stalked by dead people any more. Well not as much. As soon as I headed to the door to exit, I had so many spirits trying to leave with me and come with me so I could help them, it was crazy. I called in all my guides, angels, ancestors and anyone else that protects me and asked them to stop these spirits from entering my sister’s car. My spiritual team stopped them from getting in the car with us. I am eternally grateful for that. But the story doesn’t end here.

Next, we went to the cemetery in Hayward. My Mom, Aunt and my Uncle are all buried there very close to each other. We get there and my Mom decides that the flowers we are putting on her and my Aunts grave stone are not good enough. All I keep hearing is that she wanted some bling, like the headstone across from them had. My Mom and my Aunt are buried together. The flowers I bought were put on their grave stone and the fake ones were added to my Uncles grave site. My Uncle pipes up that he didn’t like fake flowers and he only wanted fresh flowers. And it went on and on. I also had other spirits talk to me as well. It gets crazy but I also feel very grateful that I have a new gift. Sometimes healers have a hard time believing their gifts, but the universe has a way of getting the point across.

The thing that stops healers from being healers is the fact that they have a hard time believing it themselves. Like the first time I did a healing. I was scared to death that I would do something wrong. I didn’t and the person felt great afterwards. I was still skeptical for a while. Now, not so much. I do amazing things for people. I’m not bragging, just saying. Let me tell you that every time I work with a new client, its different. I find different things, but the one thing that all of my clients have in common is the fact that they have stuck energy. Literally stuck to their body or around their bodies and it causes pain, or dizziness, an inability to move their neck or hands or feet. Where does it come from? Sometimes past lives. Sometimes they pick up something on earth or in their daily life. Sometimes it turns out it’s a curse from a past life. It’s always something new. It amazes me all the time.

This all leads to the fact that I’m looking for my truth. Who I truly am so I can live my life in my truth. Not what someone thinks I should be or thinks they know who I am. I know I’m a person with gifts. Beautiful gifts that I use for the good of humanity. I also have a compassion for the earth and the beings that live here. I don’t get it when people don’t. But then I don’t have to. I only have to get me. And who is that. What is my truth. What does that really mean. Is my truth is that I’m a compassionate person that has beautiful gifts? Most likely yes. I love animals and hate to see them abused in anyway (yes, I’m vegan). I feel that I am put on this earth to help the beings that are here, teach compassion and heal the earth, people and animals. I’m also here to teach people my gifts so they can use them too. I’m here to help others meditate, learn from me, and write books about spirit and the earth. I’m also here to travel the world to spread my message of spiritual love and respect. But I have more to learn. My guides tell me I’m pretty good to go. So, what am I waiting for?

Making myself known has been tough for me, but it getting easier. I realized that I am worthy and very much loved. Coming from spirit, some days are easier than others. Spirituality can be a tough encounter because they only give you what you can handle and you really think you ready for something more advanced. But I feel, for me, it’s getting better. Being able to heal people with energy healing is an anomaly, but it’s really not. The reality of people that are spiritual is complicated. Some have a hard time embracing it. Their afraid that someone is going to laugh at them or not believe them. My family still has issues with what I do.

The other thing that stops healers from being healers is the fact that they have a hard time believing it themselves. Like the first time I did a healing. I was scared to death that I would do something wrong. I didn’t and the person felt great afterwards. I still was skeptical for a while. Now, not so much. I do amazing things for people. Let me tell you that every time I work with a new client, its different. I find different things, but the one thing that all of my clients seem tp have in common is the fact that they have stuck energy. Literally stuck to their body or around their bodies and it causes pain, or dizziness, an inability to move their neck or hands or feet, among other things. Where does it come from? Sometimes past lives, sometimes they pick up something on earth or in their daily life. It’s always something new. It amazes me all the time. So maybe I do know what I’m here for. I just need to let the world know.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope in some way it helped you. Be yourself and have faith that you too can be a healer. Peace and love to you.

Are you a healer or you even think you may be? If you would like to speak with me in depth about healing work or my journey, or would like me to assist you on your journey of becoming a healer, please text me and we can set up a time to talk. (925) 895-4948. Thank you!