I love doing this work. I can hardly even say how much.
A friend contacted me recently for a session -- he & I had done some training together, and I’ve always felt that I learn more from trading sessions with him than from all of my classes and books combined. So I was thrilled to work on him again. He basically described the sensation that his life felt like it was going off the rails, and he felt he had to reach out for help.
Even that is not easy for all of us all of the time -- most of us have some form of “I can/I have to do it all by myself” programming running in the background. I know how reluctant I am to ask for help, and so I’m humbled when a client books a session. I take my role in your wellbeing very seriously, never quite knowing what it took for you to make that call.
But then here’s the part I love: connecting to a client’s energy is about the sweetest experience I can imagine. I get to see you in a way that most of us never get to see ourselves. I can’t see myself this clearly. I like to think I get to see you the way god sees you. Your kindness, and hope, and beauty, and strength shine out effortlessly as I hold space for you and your Divinity to find your highest good.
I’ve spent a lot of time searching for someone to tell me what it is that I’m doing. From the moment I first realized I could sense and shift these subtle energies, I’ve sought out guides to explain to me what I’m experiencing. And like everything else in my life, the guides show up the moment I’m ready to learn from them. I consider this friend one of those cherished guides.
So even though he and I had talked about what was going on for him, when I opened to the energy, I was drawn to something seemingly unrelated. I take great comfort in moments like those, because they confirm to me that I’m allowing the client’s Higher Self to set the agenda. Your Higher Self is roughly a gazillion times more aware of what you need than I can possibly be. Which, in my view, is the only way this can work.
After following the energy through his body for about half an hour and letting light back into places that had taken on burdens too heavy to manage, I could feel all his energies working together, flowing into one another. In his case, though not always by any means, his energies felt like they’d become fighting battalions cut off by enemy maneuvers -- so rather than one cohesive army, his body was being animated by a bunch of lost, ragtag soldiers, outmanned, outmaneuvered, and cut off from their supply lines. (Yikes! Where’s this war metaphor coming from? Sorry!) Basically, we reopened those supply lines.
When we were done and his body had taken in all it wanted, he said he ended up feeling more light, more grounded, less stressed, and generally capable of keeping on keeping on.
I, once again, felt head-over-heels in love with this work.
How are your supply lines?