I just had the most amazing experience. Possibly one of the most magical experiences of my life.
So being in Honours and trying to survive the rollercoaster that is life, my body got a bit down and out. From feeling ‘out of it’ (constantly), to breaking nails, dry skin and hair, no appetite etc etc etc it was time for an intervention.
After breaking down and having my self a little cry (finally jeez), mommy dearest barges into my room, gives me the number of a reflexologist and instructs me to make an appointment asap. Despite the trauma of being woken up from my precious sleep (these days a good night’s sleep is an absolute luxury), I was sold on the words ‘lovely massage’..
To be honest I didn’t remember the rest of the conversation when I woke up the next morning. EEK. It’s fine move on.
So after much pondering, and suffering from the stubborness that I unfortunately inherited from numerous family members in the Behrmann family tree, I gave in and booked an appointment- from which I rushed home to write this blog post 🙂 🙂
This is an example of something I never even thought of indulging in, and to be honest, the things that we don’t plan almost always turn out to be the most fulfilling and life-changing. So if you want to feel unexpectedly fulfilled from a lifechanging experience, listen up.
It’s not like me to go into something not knowing what it’s about for the simple reason that I always want to get the most out of that experience, good and bad. But for some reason, naturally a plan of the universe, I went in blindly having absolutely no clue who I was going to, what she did and how she was going to fix me- and boy did I need fixing. It was probably also advisable (note to self) to at least know the address- here’s to intuition 😉
So at 11:50 (it’s amazing how no matter how hard I try, I am ALWAYS early- it’s enough to drive someone bonkers), I walked into a cute little house in a complex in Woodmead and I knew this wasn’t going to be just any massage. Nope, mom was treating me.
I was immediately at home when I smelt the lotions and oils, saw bazillions of ‘Clarens’ branding ( see, mom it’s your fault I have such expensive taste!) and a book shelf- this is the moment when the angels started singing- of literature on earth energies, healing and psychology. My soul was in such bliss I had to control myself from thinking the books were for sale. Shame am I a complete nerd? Oh well, we’ll have to negotiate something in the next life.
I walked into the treatment room and I melted by the gorgeous aromas, more ‘Clarens’ products and the sight of crystals and Angel cards. Yip. I had come to the right place.
It was explained to me that she would start with my feet. What do you mean start? I thought, but decided to keep quiet and just go with it.
Next thing she starts fiddling and pressing into different areas on my feet, all along explaining to me which part of the body each area represented; my liver, kidneys, back and so forth. She also explained to me that my hands would start feeling clammy since my body would be releasing negative energies such as stress.
At this point you may be thinking how the hell do I find the cray cray people in the world but I promise you it was the most spiritual, uplifting, and ironically down-to-earth experience I’ve ever had. Believe me I know people who live with the fairies (I may be one of them) and this woman was more human than a lot of people.
I really think it’s important to find people who are in touch with energies. Sometimes we get so caught up in life that we forget our qualities, our loves, and the things that make us happy but for some reason are pushed to the bottom of the list so we can complete the shitty, boring tasks we ‘have’ to do.
I was brought back to my centre through the best kind of therapy: talking, laughing and massage treatment.
Not only was my body, internally and externally, being healed, but I was also laughing so much from the disbelief that she could read so many things about me without saying a word.
Out of the million things she found, the one thing that really stuck was that because I have such a creative, flowing energy, I need to dance and move. (I realise now why I’ve been going mad lately sitting at my desk all day completeing one assignment and task after the other). If I don’t move and dance and play and exercise my creativity, especially in my career, and I quote: I’ll “get depressed”.
Moral of the story? Screw work! I was born to move! yippeeeee
I was told that I’m a lung person. Huh.
Well apparently lung people are very intuitive- one of the reasons she said I’d be a great psychologist (way awesome news). She knew this by the way, from massaging my back- I’m telling you this stuff is so frikkin cool!
This got me telling her about my dream patterns and from her interpretation, it’s possible SOMEBODY I know is pregnant, with a baby boy. OMW it would be so awesome if this turns out to be true. Just know, I called it! Well, my intuition did. ( Call me if you think it’s you and I’ll tell you 😉 )
It also seems I’m a mix between the emotional and the logical. I need to be sensible, work hard and do what I need to do but at the same time have this unstoppable drive to play and dance and have fun. No wonder I’m stressed. Work hard, but I don’t care, but you gotta get good marks, but it’s important to do fun things, but this but that and pshhhh. I’ve combusted!
Okay fine that didn’t really happen but it could!!
So. I’ve made a decision that going to my dance classes is not taking time away from work, but actually enhancing it; allowing myself to express my energy and give my real self to the things I actually enjoy, and as a matter of fact, working hard is one of those things 🙂
So even though you might not be as in love with the body, the mind and the connecting energies as I am, it really doesn’t hurt to see what comes up when you visit a healer (and they come in all shapes and sizes)- you may realise that you’re actually as brilliant as your parents say you are 😉 ).