The Irish Healer
After writing Crossing the Centuries, I thought all the spirits I had connected with would go back to sleep. Well, boy was I mistaken!
During my yearly clearing session with my Irish Healer, Sinead, things felt very different from what they were supposed to be.
This past year, I felt strange. I kept telling Bud I didn't know who I was anymore. Well, the first thing in the session, Sinead informed me that my spirit energy wasn't in my body but somewhere else, and she could not find it.
So the hunt was on to find me again as she worked to clear my chakras and energy field. During this two-and-a-half-hour session, images of my life started to pop into her mind. Things like Dairy Queen, which I confirmed was where I went to get a strawberry sundae every day during July and August when I was pregnant with the twins. Then, my ancestors from Crossing the Centuries book started to pop in, giving Sinead their names. As I confirmed each name she mentioned, from James the coal miner to George the Union Soldier, she informed me that they were unhappy with me. I wasn't sure why they were mad or upset, but they were. They said they wanted me to stay in contact with them now that they had connected to me. I was blown away. I never even thought that they would stay in touch. I have to say, it was not my brightest moment in regards to how powerful a connection was made between us.
Strange as it may sound, new ancestors were coming in that would be in the second book. My Scottish grandmother on my dad's side appeared as a small woman. She was mad as a banty rooster because she was not in Crossing the Centuries. While lying there, with Sinead working on me, I had to explain to her that she would be in the second book and that I had a format to follow to make each book flow into the other. I am not sure if that reason appeased her, as I watched her cross her arms in front of her chest and make a “Hmmmhp” sound. As more spirits came forward for the second book. I was bombarded, to say the least. The room was crowded with all the spirits and energies of my ancestors and my double decker bus full of my normal daily ones connecting to me.
Slowly, very, very slowly, Sinead connected with my drifting spirit energy and brought it back into my body where it was supposed to be. It was strange, for I had noticed that my body felt like a block of wood as I lay on her table, and the right side of my body was flat as a pancake. As my spirit energy re-entered, I could feel myself coming back and rising up like an inflated balloon. Near the end of our session, I started to feel all the spirits and energies touching me up and down my legs, as Sinead continued to work in the last steps of getting me grounded to the here and now.
I realized that while writing the book and connecting with all the spirits and energies, I slowly stayed in their dimension, forgetting to return to mine. It's funny how I knew that I often had difficulty grounding after working with them, but I never thought it was because parts of me were staying behind. I felt that I was home, and with all of their support, a strong bond/connection was happening.
So, with the intense connections happening constantly, I became lost there with them.
After the healing session, I had returned to being myself again and set out to make sure I was still connecting with my ancestors. I talked to them daily and explained life in my dimension versus when they lived.
It was fascinating as I discussed my life versus their lives and how things changed and how sometimes with somethings, living in their time frame was better than our here and now.
A few weeks later, as many were farmers in their lifetime, I decided to see if they wanted to go on a tractor ride with me. Remember, they never had tractors when they were alive.
Watch for that story in the next newsletter.
During my yearly clearing session with my Irish Healer, Sinead, things felt very different from what they were supposed to be.
This past year, I felt strange. I kept telling Bud I didn't know who I was anymore. Well, the first thing in the session, Sinead informed me that my spirit energy wasn't in my body but somewhere else, and she could not find it.
So the hunt was on to find me again as she worked to clear my chakras and energy field. During this two-and-a-half-hour session, images of my life started to pop into her mind. Things like Dairy Queen, which I confirmed was where I went to get a strawberry sundae every day during July and August when I was pregnant with the twins. Then, my ancestors from Crossing the Centuries book started to pop in, giving Sinead their names. As I confirmed each name she mentioned, from James the coal miner to George the Union Soldier, she informed me that they were unhappy with me. I wasn't sure why they were mad or upset, but they were. They said they wanted me to stay in contact with them now that they had connected to me. I was blown away. I never even thought that they would stay in touch. I have to say, it was not my brightest moment in regards to how powerful a connection was made between us.
Strange as it may sound, new ancestors were coming in that would be in the second book. My Scottish grandmother on my dad's side appeared as a small woman. She was mad as a banty rooster because she was not in Crossing the Centuries. While lying there, with Sinead working on me, I had to explain to her that she would be in the second book and that I had a format to follow to make each book flow into the other. I am not sure if that reason appeased her, as I watched her cross her arms in front of her chest and make a “Hmmmhp” sound. As more spirits came forward for the second book. I was bombarded, to say the least. The room was crowded with all the spirits and energies of my ancestors and my double decker bus full of my normal daily ones connecting to me.
Slowly, very, very slowly, Sinead connected with my drifting spirit energy and brought it back into my body where it was supposed to be. It was strange, for I had noticed that my body felt like a block of wood as I lay on her table, and the right side of my body was flat as a pancake. As my spirit energy re-entered, I could feel myself coming back and rising up like an inflated balloon. Near the end of our session, I started to feel all the spirits and energies touching me up and down my legs, as Sinead continued to work in the last steps of getting me grounded to the here and now.
I realized that while writing the book and connecting with all the spirits and energies, I slowly stayed in their dimension, forgetting to return to mine. It's funny how I knew that I often had difficulty grounding after working with them, but I never thought it was because parts of me were staying behind. I felt that I was home, and with all of their support, a strong bond/connection was happening.
So, with the intense connections happening constantly, I became lost there with them.
After the healing session, I had returned to being myself again and set out to make sure I was still connecting with my ancestors. I talked to them daily and explained life in my dimension versus when they lived.
It was fascinating as I discussed my life versus their lives and how things changed and how sometimes with somethings, living in their time frame was better than our here and now.
A few weeks later, as many were farmers in their lifetime, I decided to see if they wanted to go on a tractor ride with me. Remember, they never had tractors when they were alive.
Watch for that story in the next newsletter.
