Taking Care

Toasting you with NyQuil from the comfort of my couch. Covid weaved it’s way into my home after nearly 3 years, I suppose it eventually gets us all. Left with being a hermit and just being because there isn’t much energy for anything else. I have been battling some health issues for months now and taking time to focus on recovering from those as well as diving deeper into working on deep healing.

I recently spent the weekend with a master healer, she did a good two hour session on me and it was an incredible experience that was eye opening for the both of us. I was able to with her help remove some deep cords and rebalance my spiritual bodies all the way out into my etheric body and it was such an amazing experience. I was bussing with energy around the outside of my body for probably an hour after that session and that nights dreams were further validation and further elimination of all that I was purging. I have been internally balanced since regardless of sickness or trouble etc. I just deal with them on a different level it’s as if my whole body doesn’t encompass it right now and I am grateful for the equilibrium.

We talked over dinner and again over breakfast as I too am intuitive and a natural healer, we discuss ideas of the world and things she had learned on her world travels. We talked of the hope of the future and the knowingness that we both have that not all do and we were comfortable to be as we are with one another and that in itself was a wonderful experience. Our childhood paralleled in many ways, giving rise to the question of there are criteria to create those like us. Is there a recipe of sorts? I love learning from others and I hope to someday be brave and bold and able to travel and learn. Of course, you don’t need to travel to find people to learn from, it’s all around us lessons and magical people.

I am learning again to take time to recharge myself and was reminded in my sessions that my balance and recharge comes from nature. It always has been my temple.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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