Isle of Skye

Copied from my O Healer, Heal Thyself blog. I don't even know how to begin this... or what title to put to this. Let's start with what made me post here. Les enfants. Apparently, my choice to not procreate is causing a block to my finding the right person to marry. Fascinating how the aunts and the single men of my community can casually box you straight away the moment you mention this. Fascinating  how you have to use Energetic NLP magnets and vacuum cleaners on the  inside of your brain to continually remove all the thought forms, limiting  beliefs and programmes people carelessly send your way. And to release  all the blocks and all the hooks that allow them to even vibrate at your  frequency or to trigger you in the first place. FASCINATING! Fascinating  how, the more energies you feel you release, the more wired and alien  you feel when you unwittingly go to places where you just absorb so much  energy... and feel like you are...

It's so close, I can almost pretend that I can almost taste it. Independence. Individuality. Strength. Creativity. Intuition. Trust. Love. Courage. Spiritual knowledge. Wisdom. Action. Joy. Groundedness. Abundance. Prosperity. Knowingness. God bless Tazeen, Sidra and Art. Thank You, Allah. Everyone else sees it, feels it. Save for me. Except, whenever they do the wellness readings, it bolsters me up. If only I had the courage to ask Art directly all the burning questions I have. Show me my path. Let me start receiving. Let me be okay with receiving. And the patterns that need meaning, grant me understanding. The things I don't understand now, place them before me in a manner that I can understand. Help me get out of my own way. Help me support myself. While they were doing a reading on my clairvoyance, I tried to read Imran. And then, for a minute, I thought I was still in love with him. So, please grant me resolution... you know I deserve it, and more importa...