Personal Childhood And Past Trauma Stories:
Pushing Through Concrete
September Twenty-Second, 2021
I had a really emotional day today and my sessions were very difficult. I was trying to pinpoint exactly what it was because I felt like I was pushing through concrete — my body felt worn out, and I don’t get worn out. It was really tough work.
I worked with someone today who I’ve worked with before, and I was like, oh good, I’ve worked with you before — maybe I’ll be able to do more with you.
The people I’ve been working with lately, it’s the first time I’ve worked with them, so maybe that’s what it is. Maybe I try to do too much too fast in that 30-minute time. I was really excited, but as soon as I started with her it felt like pushing through concrete. It was fucking difficult.
She told me she’d been shut down ever since she had a session with someone — I’m not going to name the person, though it’s hard not to.
Basically, the person she worked with (someone I don’t work with or recommend) siphoned her spiritual abilities. Not all of them, but they siphoned so hard they buried them — like six feet under — and then piled concrete on top.
She was shut down: couldn’t dream, no ringing in her ears, no connection, no guidance, nothing. She’d been open before and then didn’t know what to do.
So I worked to pull it off. I remembered that if you go back before an event happens and push the change forward, it helps a lot
I took her back to before she had that session on her personal timeline, activated divine justice (that healing is available elsewhere), and then activated a light-bulb moment for her: told her not to fucking work with that healer. Then we rippled it forward. As soon as we did that, she felt like she was floating — and I was like, yeah, you do.
After that we had a great session, full of laughter and joy. Right now, I’ve copy-and-pasted that healing to everyone who had a session with that person — just trying to help as far as I can and save people some grief.
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