My Emergence

I get asked a lot of questions about ThetaHealing®️. Most people have never heard of it, so I do my best to explain what it involves and how it can dramatically improve their lives. However, I am always left feeling like whatever it was I said, it wasn’t enough. A simple definition of the ThetaHealing process cannot adequately reflect the impact this modality can have on a life. In order to understand that, you would have to know what came before. You would have to be able to understand one’s journey. Only then, can you really recognize their deliverance and celebrate their victory. |

So allow me to offer you a small glimpse into my journey. Perhaps then, you may be able to understand how this modality has helped open up my life, how it helped me receive and experience greater love, peace, and joy than I ever dreamed imaginable.

The Before

My life was not filled with the carefree stories of being young, seizing life, and living in the moment. No, my life as I recall it was more hiding in the corner and trying not to get in anyone’s way. I had resigned myself to being an observer. The limelight felt too dangerous. All it did was put me in the line of fire and I had no interest in getting hurt. No, I was in hiding, because what people didn’t know was that I was being hunted. I first noticed it when I was little; this energy crept just outside of my own, waiting for its opportunity to attack and cripple me. That it did. My once happy childhood was eclipsed by moments of trauma that seemed to cast a shadow over all the joyful memories. I blamed “the hunter” and I was angry as hell. I had learned to always be on alert; waiting for him to make his next move. The anxiety I carried within me was constant. Somewhere inside of me, I believed that if I could sense the attack, if I was ready for it, I could stop it. However, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how cunning I thought myself to be, I never saw it coming until it was too late. His strike was always brutal, always crippling. I was forever his victim and nothing was ever in my control. No matter what I did or who I became, the results would always be the same. I began to fear that this is all my life would ever be and that my life would end before I ever had the opportunity to truly live it.

So dramatic, I know, but this was really what it was like in my head.

"The anxiety I carried within me was constant. Somewhere inside of me, I believed that if I could sense the attack, if I was ready for it, I could stop it. However, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how cunning I thought myself to be, I never saw it coming until it was too late."

I remember reading a lot of different books, always looking for some sort of salvation. I couldn’t be the only one to have gone through this. Someone wiser than me must have found a way out. I started studying different belief systems and religions. I found it all quite fascinating and would find moments of comfort within them, but nothing stopped the sensation of feeling stalked. Whenever any disruption of normalcy took place, my terror resumed.

I went to therapy. Heck, I went to a lot of therapy. It honestly did help. Over the years I was able to resign myself to accepting things as they were, and learning how to live with them while moving forward. Maybe that’s all some people need? I tried to find happiness in that, but to me, it still felt empty. No, there was something I was missing. Something I was being denied and it was The Hunter’s fault. He didn’t pop up quite as often as he once did, but he was there. He was there stealing the joy of my present moment, by making me fear what was to come. I was angry, frustrated, tired, and beginning to lose hope.

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