Freak Out

The teenager called me freaking out. She found a pimple type thing in her nether regions and she was disturbed to say the least. She said it was like but unlike a pimple and big. I explained that in that area all sorts of things happen: ingrown hairs, pimples, sores, rashes, herpes, hemehrroids, on and on. She was getting a bit hysterical so I calmed her down as much as I could and told her I’d pop it when I got home.

When I got home a few hours later and asked her about it she broke down in tears. She told me that when she went to put witch hazel as I told her too after we got off the phone the blemish was completely gone. She says to me that because it knew she was coming for it, it decided to hide inside of her. Not trying to dissuade her I ask her where it went and she points to her ovaries. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Try as I might to explain to her that it was better gone than there she just wasn’t having it. She proceeds to tell me she hadn’t slept well and had woken up tired and emotional and hadn’t wanted to go to school. All while crying on the floor of the dining room. I sat with her and listened, lightly massaging her feet and calves.

I explained that the IUD had her hormones raging stronger than she was used to and that she was fine. I told her to honor her emotions and not feel overwhelmed or let herself feel overwhelmed but know it’s ok. She’s ok. She’s just having a normal human experience of heavy emotions. It’s perfectly fine. “Let yourself cry, it feels good”.


I wonder…..

I’ve been doing all this healing and grounding and centering and such. I do feel the energy more. I do feel stronger…just in general. Could I have remotely cured her blemish without even attempting to do so? All I had done was try to soothe her emotions. Could she have cured herself? Obviously some spontaneous healing happened. Blemishes, even cysts don’t just disappear in a matter of minutes. She was freaking out and I didn’t want to harp on it. Although I did mention that as a possibility once she calmed down. Don’t know.


But to finally feel like I’m coming into being who I’ve been all along. It’s beautiful and it doesn’t scare me as much as it had been just very recently even. Knowing it’s ok. Knowing I have the space and time I need to become who I was meant to be at my own pace. Knowing I’m safe. God is with me. I have some power and control over it. Some…..although today proves that when the healing wants to come it comes…….

I’m just the conduit obviously, God decides and that suits me just fine. Otherwise…it would all seem silly (like today’s blemish) or devastating (like when I can’t seem to help someone).

The instructor yesterday was so right. I asked him about the client I had seen and how she rejected my energy. He said “see how powerful she is and she doesn’t even know it, imagine if she used that for good, to benefit herself and others”. So much of this is clicking. It makes some of the strange things that have happened to me make perfect sense.

I hope I can go much further. I hope I can experience things I’ve never imagined or dreamed of. I hope God opens doors to spirit I never even knew existed.

What a wild ride…. straddling material and spiritual worlds. A wild ride indeed.

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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