Intimate details of my healing journey. Bear with me as this is quite wordy but comprises 40 years of my life and I need to honor the whole picture. It is not properly edited, as it is a work in progress. If you would like to jump to the bottom, you will find some of the best strategies that have been exceptionally helpful for my healing.
For those of you that were curious enough to click this link, I wrote this because there are many people that have walked a similar path. There may be plenty of others who can relate, and I hope we can be vulnerable enough to share our stories, wise enough to value our striving, and work together to help bridge a brighter, more honorable, and trustworthy future.
My intention is to share on my Instagram page about many of the helpful modalities, mentors, philosophies, techniques, and tools that have assisted me in growing and rising above my circumstances. Trauma and healing are subjective. I would love to help others realize that the power to transform is in their hands. The hardships that I’ve experienced are not the reference points of my life, I define my life by my RESILIENCE. For every tragedy, there is a major opportunity to learn. The historical journey of your life is your story. This story is subjective. The way in which we choose to narrate defines our connection to this personal tale. From this perspective, you are both the writer and the witness. Are you playing the victim or the hero? When we can make sense of the lessons and utilize them as an opportunity for personal growth and development, instead of sitting solely in the seat of the victim, we become emotional alchemists. Transforming mayhem into magic.
As I share these gathered memories in a catalog that I have never composed before, I want you to know that I am no longer attached to my story, nor do I even spend much time thinking about my past (for many years my trauma repeated in my mind like a broken record) because I have done both the conscious and subconscious work, and I am free to move forward. I have alchemized the chronic pain, haunting memories, the nightmares, the fragile emotions, the PTSD. The narrative I have lived does not own me anymore. And because of my work in subconscious reprograming (Theta Healing) and the journey that I have taken with the phenomenal humans, plant elders, and creature teachers that have carried me, I am genuinely more joyful, at peace, out of pain, and wiser for it all.
In all honestly, if I am working with and paying someone to help me, I want to discover their “hero’s journey”. I want to understand their lived experience. What have they been through to be qualified to guide me? Are they walking their talk. How many psychologists, “life-coaches” or dare I say “medicine people” have totally chaotic lives and/or don’t know how to properly care for themselves and have not done the deep work; often falling back into only one therapeutic application but not making a healthy lifestyle a daily part of life. Or the sub-par massage therapist, who has never been an athlete or had an injury, so they lack embodiment and are unable to fully sense what their clients need. Or the sexuality coach, that has never held on to a blissful, intimate relationship long-term. And oh my goodness the pediatrician who leaves their own baby in the first few months of life, then educates other parents on child development while they aren’t even home to be present with their own child, causing life-long attachment issues. This last sentence is not directed at individuals but due to a spiritually bankrupt society that doesn’t protect and preserve the sanctity of families, so in the majority of cases, it isn’t by personal choice but financial handcuffs. We must have integrity in our work and actions. I trust others most when they are the product of what they preach and are willing to share, not proclaiming from the ego for attention, but when someone has active interest in learning about them. I do not however, talk about myself in sessions unless specifically asked, and even then, I keep it relevant and to a bare minimum, hence why this is written here.
Okay, here goes. I am a survivor of many things. Near death experiences, 7 totaled-vehicle car accidents (several were drunk drivers and/or before I could even drive), being drugged with GHB in my water and raped by a group of men. I have a plethora of extreme sports injuries, 17 broken bones and dislocating my coccyx (tailbone) 5 times, sexual assault, having my life threatened with a gun held to my forehead by a gang member, lived through domestic abuse/toxic relationships, and loss of a pregnancy under horrific circumstances. I have also saved many lives, from infants to 300+ lb men, as a lifeguard in open-water rescue and various accidents involving CPR, all of which have lasting emotional and psychological impacts.
I was raised in a home that screamed to communicate and lived in a continual state of sympathetic response (in my case fight) from incessant chronic urgency, criticism as our preferred language, incessant judgment, passed down from intergenerational trauma. I will note that my parents did not know any different. To their great credit, they worked tirelessly to provide me with the world, despite coming from nothing themselves. My father is neuro-divergent, has extreme dyslexia/ADHD/ADD/OCD and came from a family of immigrants that spoke several languages. His lived experiences, bless him, naturally affected my nuclear household and placed great stress on my mother and myself. At the same time, he ushered in my maverick-nature, taught me about self-sovereignty, gifted me his creative genes and had nothing but the highest intentions. Both of my parents were present and loving in most ways but were unable to meet my advanced emotional and spiritual needs, let alone respond appropriately to all the physical trauma I had endured. To add fuel to the fire, I was told (and believed to be a truth as clear as day until my late 20s) that our family had a curse that followed us called, “the curse of the 7 bastards”. Though it came from my very suppositious Romanian side, my mother said it just about daily for the slightest thing. Sayings like this, become deeply embedded in the subconscious, especially in childhood when everything is absorbed as literal.
I was taught to fight my way through, with steel knuckles forged from fire, tarnished by repressed emotion. What my parents did teach me well, was how to be strong and persist. None of these life experiences hurt more that the victim blaming I received from those closest to me. The repression, denial, disregard, and negligence of my emotional state coupled with gaslighting, were the reasons that trauma was stuck at a cellular level. I was never allowed to grieve, to express, to be tender. I was forced to hustle, push, grind. Nothing supported me more than my connection to the Divine and the inspiration from all the medicine people that I was fortunate to cross-pollinate with in the years ahead. One day I remembered that my blood is from Dragons and my bones from Wolves. While I share some very vulnerable pieces of my life that could easily be mis-interpreted as melancholic, it is imperative that I am clear that much of my life was like a song, with thrilling highs and sometimes, crashing lows. This is life. Much like riding my beloved snowboards and skateboards, I learned to navigate with grace, courage, and humor, always humor. May my life be a harmony of gratitude, courage, redemption, peace, inspiration, prayer, and devotion to service.
While my childhood was very fortunate, my tweens and on felt like a cascade of insanity. I began experiencing chronic pain at 12, after my first major car accident. I dislocated my left pelvis and had serious injury to my left hip. Around this time, my health started deteriorating. We found a lump around my collar bone and the doctors told my parents I had a cancerous tumor. After a totally unnecessary surgery, we found out it was mono, Epstein Barr, that had been present for a whopping 6 months plus before being discovered. I did not fully remediate this until I was in my 30s. ( I highly encourage testing to see if EB is still present in your system) This was my first major trust fracture with allopathic medicine. At 13, my mother was battling breast cancer, I was too immature to understand the extent of her suffering. Around puberty, my bleeding-heart decided to become a vegetarian but without proper guidance, this choice led to Vasodepressor Syncope, a condition causing me to blackout frequently. As a top U.S swimmer and acclaimed athlete, I adopted a trend taught to me by the older girls, leading to a very severe eating disorder that had a clinching grip on my life for 20 years. Add in a highly abusive relationship, where I was beaten and mentally manipulated frequently, stole every ounce of self-worth that I had.
Right after getting my license, I was heading out to drive myself to physical therapy for my hip and got t-boned by a drunk driver. It was 3 pm, right in front of an elementary school that was releasing for the day. I am grateful she struck my car instead of the young children. I was knocked out and thrown to the passengers eat, glass in my right temple, I was lucky that I wasn’t paralyzed but my hip would never fully be the same. The driver’s door was pushed into the center consol. A year later, in a fleet of desperation, I skipped school to see my dying grandmother. I feel asleep at the wheel after countless sleepless nights and rolled my car while driving through Utah on route to Chicago. This was the only car accident I have been in that was my fault. Years, later, a beloved massage instructor taught me how to put an energetic protective shield around me and my vehicles and how to clear and finalize my karma with car accidents. This is now my sealed truth. *I love to teach others how to set energetic boundaries to release them from seemingly coincidental patterns.
The rape happened when I was quite literally trying to rescue my girlfriends from a sketchy situation. I knew something was off. I had no idea about GHB, a clear, odorless substance that is poured in drinks. I noticed nothing in my water. I will spare the gory details. I was unable to prove what actually happened until one of the guys confessed about a year later, shortly before committing suicide. I remained silent for that time, plagued by PTSD as the subconscious memories floated in and out. My nightmares were horrendous until I started Theta Healing in my late 30s. My behavior radically shifted after this event. I began to escape from the chronic and emotional pains, self-numbing, utilizing substances, and readily available for mischief from that day forward. Looking for others to distract and validate my worth, I started dating a truly incredible guy, smoking hot, humble, sweet, super intelligent and getting recruited left and right by ivy league universities to play Division 1 sports. He came from a very broken home, no father and absent mother and his older female neighbor, a massive methamphetamine dealer, lured him in. He tried to hide his addiction from me until the abusive tendencies grew beyond my justification. No one believed me when I told then what he was doing to me. It got weird, to the point where he was breaking into my house to watch me sleep. This drug, although a relatively short stint for him, ruined his entire life, and uprooted mine for a while. The “paper-doll syndrome” began. I had my first serious attempt at suicide, right before I turned 18.
I played the traditional game as I moved from adolescent to adult. I went to a university, got good grades, followed my spiritual path as a Religious Studies major. I worked really hard; I played hard; but the chronic pain only got worse. I became a LMT in 2004 because I wanted to help myself but was determined to help others heal. These two combined (spiritual studies and love for bodywork) led me to Southeast Asia for many months where I furthered my studies in the Healing Arts, meditation, folk herbalism, and Nuad Bo-Rarn, classic Thai Massage. While there, I had an epiphany while volunteering and spending time with children that had formerly been sold into the sex-trade. I went back to the States to explore diplomacy, but I pivoted and aimed to save the world by specializing in early childhood development. I had a thriving bodywork practice and at the same time I started teaching, I served hundreds of folks in a 10 year span. Nurturing others and disregarding my own needs, the pain increased, the underlying emotions still ignored. Then I met a predator in sheep’s clothing. I am not ready to openly share all the details of this part of my life, but it was a real doozy.
I tried to find help with countless Western doctors over the years, and every alternative therapy I could find, to help ease the pain. Numbing myself so that I could sleep, often abusing alcohol and other intoxicants. I was raised on the “work hard, party hard” mantra, I succeeded and sabotaged with equal opportunity. Spirit led me, my body distracted me. My nightmares/terrors were so horrendous and apocalyptic that I was terrified by the mere thought of sleep. It got to the point where I was seriously hallucinating, and when I was forced to start the day, my nervous system felt like I had just escaped war. My body started screaming at me louder with reproductive issues, then an endocrine disorder, then autoimmune complications. The inflammation was nearly paralyzing at times. After years in another abusive relationship (undercurrent patterns) I felt that I was forced to flee my home state and moved across the country. This ended up being a brilliant career move and nearly a fresh start (though he followed and plagued me) and I found myself soaring to new heights. I had cut out any toxins in my life at this point and felt clear and confident.
Right when everything was becoming rose-colored, I started having deciduous casts, where your uterus literally creates a cast until you go into contractions and birth it out. Excruciating. I was totally celibate at this time and my “well-respected OB” laughed each of the 4 times because it was so “weird” and tried her best to convince me I had miscarried all those times. The allopathic trust-fracture only worsened. Unless I happened to be the Virgin Mary incarnate, my chances of miscarriage were zero, zilch. Months later, I noticed a red circle under my belly button that I became slightly obsessed with. Then pneumonia. Within a month, I felt like a 90-year-old woman. My powerhouse of a body could barely climb a flight of stairs. I knew something was serious when I couldn’t even wrap my arms around my fiancé or my kindergarten students, without feeling like I was lifting bricks.
I was chronically fatigued, “wired and tired” constantly. My health plummeted, rapidly. I went to several Integrative MDs. One had the audacity to tell me to drink 1-2 glasses of red wine before bed and pop a Benzo. Then she tried to tell me it was all in my head and wanted to put me on anti-depressants. I was raging. I jumped on a plane and went to the Bay Area and saw several alternative and Traditional Chinese Medicine doctors. Nothing to benefit me directly but I furthered my understanding of healing the body. Back at home, one of my colleagues told me about this knowledgeable DC that had just moved to town (her children went to the school I taught at) and was a “miracle worker.” During my first session, I learned about Functional Medicine. She was empathetic, understood the complex systems of the body and how they correlated, she gave me profound insight AND she did the BODY CODE.
During my first chiropractic session with her, she used the Body Code, a tool that changed my life along with FM. Dr. Young began to clear emotions that had been lodged in certain areas of my body. She could “read” exceptionally specific “codes” and correlate them to events that occurred at a specific age. It was bizarrely accurate. It was as if she was reading a crystal ball. The issues are in the tissues. When these trapped emotions were acknowledged, released, and cleared, it was though 1000 lbs. dropped from my skeleton. This was the beginning of my healing. Through complex labs, she found that I had Stage 3 Adrenal Exhaustion, a major gut infection, h-pylori, and I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome. I later learned that that bullseye rash that I was obsessed with, was chronic Lyme, and later Alpha-Gal, caused by a tick and not a spider (Theta helped me realize that my tick experiences were from lack of boundaries and energy-vampires). I went under a massive and challenging protocol, and my symptoms started to wane.
I was lucky enough to be able to trade with a friend that was a Rolfer. He performed 10 x 4hr sessions. This man called “Magic” is a Jedi-Wizard-Physicist, that used his other-worldly wisdom to do healing on a quantum level. Since the “recipe” as it’s known, my chronic pain/inflammation all but disappeared. That was about 8 years ago, and I am still relatively pain free. I had been practicing traditional yoga since I was 12 but now kundalini came into my life in a more consistent and devoted way. Ceremony continued to enrich my life. I was able to work on my energetic hygiene and boundaries, I was cutting cords and setting myself free. As I started clearing the “heavy body forces” my light body became buoyant. I was no longer running from the pain and trauma or disassociating but confronting with compassion. Acknowledging, then releasing, so I could accept the lessons. Taking emotional lead and turning it into spiritual gold. Owning it all and being empowered in your wholeness is embodied wisdom. This laid the foundation to get me through the most intense years of my life, as I transitioned into a higher calling. Cut to Motherhood.
There is zero doubt that parenting is the hardest, most trying, and intense initiation one can go through. One of my mentors said it is the earthy path of the Boddhisatva. If you ever need ideas of where to give a charitable donation, remember single parents. My mother has a sign on our fridge most of my life. “Raising children is like being pecked to death by chickens.” And she had only one beautiful, easy child, moi! It is also the most sacred, delightful, charismatic, hilarious, and rewarding experience one can experience but you are ON 24/7 without getting to “clock-out” or even have a restful nights sleep. Drew, my phenomenal husband and best friend, is the most nurturing, compassionate, present, and supportive person I know. He held me in all ways as we gained clarity, found answers, and made waves through my chronic illness. I do not know where I would be without him and his unconditional love, imbuing the patience of a Saint.
Because of the work I had done with Functional Medicine, understanding my comprehensive hormones through the DUTCH TEST, trauma resolution and emotional processing, I was able to conceive. We held ceremony and Zavier was called in. His incarnation was not ideal. I was repulsively nauseous 24 hours a day and couldn’t hold anything down until I was in my third trimester. We were told at 18 weeks pregnant that the chances of him living were very slim and that the chances of him being a stillbirth were very high, like 80-90%. If he was born alive, statistically speaking, he would probably have brain damage. He had a very rare deformity of the umbilical cord ( hypo-coiled) that prevented oxygen and nutrients from getting through the placenta. Internally, he was existing in turmoil (impoverished) and wasn’t growing as he should. Upon learning this information, I booked a flight and went to hold ritual with the Giants. In the Redwoods, cradled by the ocean, I prayed and asked that he grow strong, steadfast, as spiritually mature as these magnificent trees, and as powerful, dynamic, and energetic as the ocean.
Despite a herniated disc preventing me from walking without pain, ( low back problems often manifest from feeling helpless or a lack of support) we held strong. We had a team of spiritual healers and prayer warriors. Without getting into the complex birth story, Zavier Maverick became a child of the earth. His eyes were brilliant, his gaze met mine and daddy’s immediately. My coccyx (tailbone) was broken for the 5th time. Zavier struggled to be comfortable in his own skin, he screamed night and day for the first solid year (nearly 2) of his life, due to a nervous system disorder. Sleep was a lost hope (and I’m still chronically sleep deprived 6 years later). We were both miserable. Nursing was his one true comfort, but this wasn’t always true for me since he needed my body position to be exactly as he deemed necessary which meant, I could not sleep, let alone get comfortable. When your tailbone is broken, sitting or standing is dreadful and you fear basic human elimination, yep, poopin’. He protested being put down even for a minute and refused the 8 baby carriers we attempted, time and time again. He loathed car rides and we lived in our farmhouse at the time, 45 minutes away from anything. I was lonely and isolated. After about 2 years, we realized he had a nervous system disorder with the help of pre and perinatal physiology, his tiny body greeting the world was overwhelming for him. When he was 11 months old, the postpartum depression turned into severe anxiety, then a mild psychosis from the sleep deprivation and struggle. I was depleted and extremely nauseous again. I had already been working with a councilor, but I told Drew that my mental health was not stable, I was seriously contemplating suicide, and I needed help. The next day we found out we were pregnant!!!!!!
In shock and scared shitless, we didn’t know what to think other than feel like there was no way we could usher in another life. We surrendered. Another 7 months with extreme nausea but the pregnancy was healthy. It felt secure and I knew this child was very sacred. Zeo Santo was birthed naturally and the very moment that he was in our arms, Zavier’s behavior shifted, radically. Zeo was our unexpected medicine child. He was the salve our family desperately needed. Though we had no idea just how terrible our chronic sleep deprivation could actually be, (still working through) he was an angel. He was supremely easy compared to his brother. I have been specializing in holistic child development since 2010 and had been in the birth community for a couple years at this point. I hear people say “all babies are high-needs babies”. There is great truth in this, but until you have one EXTRA-needs child and one “flow” child/ren, you are unable to fully comprehend how great the difference can be. Zeo could be considered in the realm of genius’ and a very balanced child, head-heart-hands (mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually) and while Zavier has many gifts and strengths, he rides the Gemini polarity of the happiest or the most devastated child in the world. There is no in-between and the slightest disappointment can trigger an explosion that goes on and on and on. I will speak on how we support his HS needs on IG.
While Zeo is a much easier child overall, he has had chronic sleep issues. We have hired 7 holistic sleep consultants, seen a few pediatricians, Naturopaths, the president of the Homeopathic Association in our state, biodynamic cranio-sacral therapists, reiki, holistic dentists, chiropractic, have done ancestral healing and other ceremonies and tried every remedy, tincture, and tea appropriate for young children to no avail. Yes, the magnesium as well. We have accepted that much like my father; he was born with a tremendous amount of Jing. Waking at lest 8 times a night until he was nearly 3 (after similar years with Zavier) and then ready to rock, roll, and conquer the day by 4:30 am, since birth. There were months around the time he was 3 years old that Drew would drive him to a different state at 3am so that he would sleep and let me and Zavier get some much needed rest. This hasn’t just affected Drew and I, but Zavier has suffered significantly as well. It has gotten better since Zeo turned 3, but still a very early bird and a few wakes during the night. If you have ever felt this form of lingering torture, deepest compassion. It makes it very hard to function because you feel like the living dead. Recently, I had an energy clearing session with a world-renowned healer. She cleared a energetic root cord that was perpetuating tremendous suffering in our family caused by vicious ancestors and a past life experience. After the clearing, Zeo has slept until the sunrise every night since. In brief, he was patrolling the astral plane in order for me and Zavier to heal. We were leaking Zeo’s innocent energy/etheric life forces. He has always been a guardian spirit but it is not a child’s purpose to heal those in their family or lineage. We had to free him of this burden. I spoke with him gently that same night, as we were lying together, I told him that the work was done and he no longer had to be in service in this way. He put his tiny hands on my face, and said, “I know mommy. Now we both get to rest with the angels in the starry world when we sleep, Ill meet you there”. Children are absolutely our best teachers. All parents could write a novel. But the escapades are well worth the excursion.
That is plenty for now.
Let us focus on what truly worked for me. While it is natural to immediately think, “Holy shit, there are a lot and these things are very expensive.” Keep in mind that these learnings and modalities have been accumulated over decades and many are very affordable. Several are a daily or weekly part of my rhythm, and they cost me nothing other than intentional time that I invest in my wellbeing. Yes, things like Functional Medicine was a huge stretch. I was making 35k net/year working as a Lead teacher who worked 60hrs/week. I made it work because it felt like life or death. Other big-ticket items I was able to trade. I am a HUGE proponent of sovereign trade (app coming soon lol). This is our collective ancestral heritage and when we can work out a good barter, we are freed from the grips of capitalism. Even a high-paid Doctor appreciates childcare trade, a massage, a home cooked meal or a good house cleaning. It never hurts to ask. Meditate on your gift and be brave. I can bet 1/3 of people will agree.
Free or low cost:
Kissing allopathic medicine goodbye. Unless acute like bone breaks/sprains, or the occasional use of antibiotics, use common sense.
Aligning my daily life with earths wisdom and our cyclical nature
Meditating daily
Embodiment exercises
Trusting my intuition which led to aligned action.
Treating REST as the most potent medicine
Daily self-care rituals
Sunbathing and gazing.
Barefooting - walking barefoot on the earth to commune with Earths natural frequencies.
Leaning into my truth vs falsehood
Liver support.
Heavy metal detox
Social media detox
Ecstatic dance and flow arts
Learning and living the art of pleasure and sensuality
Breathwork and sound journeys
Love affair with regenerative farming, gardening, and wild crafting.
Ancestral clearing and bonding
Restructured Water, or remineralzing/wild-water
Studying and utilizing time-trusted folk medicine
Ceremonies with soul kin.
Mycelium- the brilliance of medicinal mushrooms.
Energetic hygiene, setting limits and boundaries. A huge example: not taking the bait- learning (striving) to keep my mouth shut and walk away when prompted to argue. (massive shift for me when around my highly-complex father)
Check out Cyndi Dale’s, Your Energetic Boundaries
Investments under $100 that come with a MASSIVE IMPACT:
Pro-metabolic eating
https://www.kymbermaulden.com/ Incredible free content. Her Habitually Healthy course is under $60 and will change your life rapidly. You will bring pleasure back to eating and have greater vitality and joy because of it.
East West Healing: https://www.eastwesthealing.com/
Revolutionizing Nutrition for Thyroid Health. Incredible free content. Check out their instagram @realfoodgangstas
The Root Cause Protocol- Empowering you to learn how your body works and to receive the tools you need to support yourself and your loved ones back to health.
https://therootcauseprotocol.com/ download the free handbook. You’ll be so glad you did.
Monthly or annual therapies:
VIOME: Full Body Intelligence Test
DUTCH: Comprehensive Functional Hormone Testing
Womb restoration- inter vaginal massage (easy to do yourself) and holistic pelvic diaphragm therapy. After my pelvis was dislocated, this helped me physically and energetically, even 2 decade later. I was also a US swimmer for much of my youth, specializing in breaststroke. This was strengthening and straining simultaneously. A highly skilled Pelvic PT is priceless. The first time I broke my tailbone I was 13. At 15, my mom took me to see a male kinesiologist ( he was known as a benevolent witchdoctor) and he had to manually manipulate the coccyx by entering his fingers into my anus and vagina. It was excruciating and extremely embarrassing for us both. Yes, my mom was supervising, and he was incredibly patient and sensitive to my age and the injury. Years later, I was desperate again but living in Tn and it is illegal to manually manipulate there. I suffered greatly. If you can not find someone in your state, I recommend starting with Carly online.
https://carlyrae.ca/ Nectar-Vulva and Vaginal Mapping. Get acquainted.
Acupuncture: I love community supported acupuncture. It is low cost and just as effective. You can do daily acupressure at any time, especially during your wind-down ritual.
TCM and Ayurvedic studies and guidance- I love have seen many practitioners, most in the Bay Area, but Dr. Lily Choi, TCM for Natural Healing. Excellent tinctures and super-duper informative Instagram account. Plenty of quality videos out there, just do your diligence and vet them.
Molecular Hydrogen Water and gas
Most recently a HUGE MOLD mitigation project in our home. We did dozens of hours ourselves with advanced respirators and high-caliber gear but ultimately, you need the experts to ensure it is done the the right way. Ultimately, safe-guarding you and your family long-term which saves money in the long haul.
Nootropics- I whole-heartedly recommend Nootopia ( I am not affiliated in any way). These life-altering brain boosters up-level your neurotransmitters and pulled my husband from suicidal thoughts within a few days and continues to radically support both of us after years of chronic sleep deprivation and life stressors. For Drew especially, these are a non-negotiable. This system is my go-to for brain-fog, mood enhancement, focus, neuro-genesis, motivation, social strength, and mental rebooting. Unfortunately, I had to wait until after breastfeeding to feel comfortable taking them.
The Real Answers:
40 hrs of Rolfing “ the Recipe”. This cost me zero $$$ because I traded in value.
Functional Medicine, and a very skilled DC. Bonus if they offer the Body/Emotional Code.
Quantum Healing, mindset medicine.
Advanced Theta Healing- working on subconscious beliefs, patterns, and programs. You can purchase the books, listen to the meditations on Youtube, get familiar and then trade with family and friends. Start now! Of course, I am happy to be your guide as well. It would be my superb pleasure to help you free you from suffering and expand into your soul-aligned brilliance.
Shine on you crazy diamond.