Don't laugh. It's true.
Yesterday, I had a wonderful healer come over to my historic loft to do a clearing. Her name is Carolyn Jacques and she's goooooood.
What's a clearing you might ask? It's a ritual to get rid of any evil spirits in your place. You know the ca-ca that might be hanging around from generations.
Why would I do this? Oh, the list goes on and on - but cutting to the chase, I CAN'T SLEEP in downtown. And it is driving me NUTS. I already wrote about how noisy it is here, but it is getting to the point, where I am a desperate woman and I was beginning to think it was more than the noise.
Maybe evil spirits. Or ghosts. Or Angels That Go Bump in the night. I alreadywrote about that too.
So I called Carolyn up, who a friend recommended, and said, "we need to do a thing-a-ma-jing." Being Native American, she said, "You mean a clearing."
"Yes, okay. Just come."
And she did. With this big glass thing that was round and a stick, which she swirled around the glass thing. She said it was all about the sound.
Her first impression of my place was really, really good. Mine too. And then she said, "I think we need to start with you, Nancy." "Me?"
So she put the stick and the bowl near my chest, and said that in a past life, maybe going back 500 years, she wasn't sure, I was raised in China, but I was stolen as a young girl from my parents and taken to Barcelona and basically kept in a cage-like environment. Although a gilded one - facing the ocean. That when I was a teenager, I was asked to sing and that I had a beautiful voice and was a talented performer. But, that I was very alone and never married.
"Nancy, you are filled with grief, and your loft reminds me of your gilded cage, even though you face Anthony Quinn dancing on a mural."
What?????????
Those of you reading this blog, know I am a Pisces. If you told me that this place was filled with ghosts I would believe you. I just have to - it's my astrological birthright. But, a gilded cage?
Yet, as I looked at Carolyn - she seemed so sincere and her words so heartfelt - that I then began pointing out all the Chinese things in my apartment - pillows, jewelry box, journal, clothes.
She is right. Yes, I must be Chinese. I was born into a Jewish family, but all my guilt started with my Chinese family and I am deeply disturbed.
"Nancy, I will clear the grief," she said. "Then we will go through the loft and clear out all the bad energy. By the way, your energy doesn't agree with wood."
Uh-oh. I sit quite often on my bamboo chair. Oops more Chinese (and wood).
Well...Carolyn stayed for over an hour. She sprayed this beautiful eucalyptus scent around the loft, gave me a bouquet of something to put in my pillow, and helped me commune with the many angels in my place.
She's a truly lovely soul.
And last night - did I sleep any better? Not really. But I felt lighter. Uplifted. You know, in Pisces dreamland. On a trip to some place special.
It just didn't include sleep.
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