Feeling 'stuck' in a relationship that wasn't working, I was nearing a place I had heard of but never thought I would experience. A foreign place of poor self-esteem, darkness, and emotional roller coaster. I think they call the place, 'rock bottom', at least... it felt like that to me. I would look at myself in the mirror and wonder where was that 'other' me? The one who was always positive and happy, the one who was so strong, who was fun. I stayed in this place for more than a year, not knowing what to do or how to get back to the 'me' that I knew and loved.
Then one day I found myself talking with my boyfriend, trying to explain something I really didn't understand myself. As the words left my mouth a part of me really questioned my sanity.
"I feel as though I'm standing on the edge of a cliff. My arms are spread open and wide. I can feel the wind washing over me, and I'm about to jump. I know without a doubt that something wonderful is coming, and I'm about to spread my wings and soar." He looked at me, blinking. The kind of blinking you do in quick succession when you think the person you're looking at is completely losing the plot.
I wanted to shut my mouth, to tell him "Nevermind, I don't know what I'm talking about," but the words just kept coming out of me. "I'm going to jump. I'm about to soar, and I'm doing it with or without you. You had better decide if you want to take my hand and jump with me, or to stay here, because something very big is about to enter my life and I'm not going to miss the boat."
I didn't have any more clue than he did what I was talking about, or what compelled me to say such things. But I knew in my heart that a wonderful journey was before me, and I was determined to find out what it was.
My boyfriend seemed to sense that there was some truth to what I was saying, and maybe it frightened him a little. He wasn't going to be jumping with me. We'd been through a lot, and this was the end of the line.
After some time in my new surroundings (face-planted on the floor), I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and registered for an energy healing course called Basic Pranic Healing.
I attended... and it felt like coming home. It was the start of an incredible journey, one that continues to this day. It lifted me up, and (please excuse the cliche here), like wind under my wings, it taught me how to soar! I immediately fell in love. The next level (Advanced Pranic Healing) couldn't come soon enough, and I actually repeated the basic level before the advanced was offered, because the wait was more than I could stand. I started traveling all over Ontario to attend more courses... I was eating the stuff up. I practiced the techniques every day, found a mentor, and enrolled in an associateship program to work toward certification.
Fast forward a few years and I now have my own practice as a Pranic Healer. It's my life, my love, my passion. It's the answer to my long-held questions, "How can I make a difference? How can I help people who are suffering?"
This is a place to express that passion, not just for Pranic Healing, but for life, for health, and for happiness.
