Part One “My Story That Lead Me To Peru And To My Own Healing”

by | Sep 25, 2010 | Stories by Kimspirational herself | 17 comments

Well hello everyone and thank you for such a warm reception upon my return from Peru. I am so happy and grateful to have so many interested in my journey and decided to respond to the many requests about telling my travel tales. I didn’t know I was that interesting really. Ha-ha.

I decided to write this journey in 3 parts. I will begin by explaining how I decided to first go to Peru and secondly about the trip and 3rdly I will talk about how it changed my life. Let’s begin back in June 2010 when I met a Shaman here in New Brunswick who was from Peru, as that is really when and where the journey first began….

Part One:
I always wanted to walk with a Shaman and learn the natural ways; the path of old, the ways of the earth
and to flow with and ride the waves of spirit. I wanted to listen to the smells, to talk to the wind and feel my direction with my eyes closed. I wanted to learn to watch and learn the meaning of things, like why the birds dip their wings as they pass by and what direction they are flying to and why. I decided it was time for me to step up for spirit and to find myself blowing in the wind. I wanted to know where I would land and what seed I had to offer to the earth. I wanted to know what I would grow into and where I belonged. One day, I decided it was time to wait no longer. I called on my guides and told them I needed a teacher, one that would empower me, protect me while I learned to fly and one that would take me to the top of some far away mountain top, where I would stretch myself, push myself to the limit; where I could find myself, and open my wings. I prayed hard for this and then suddenly Pierre came along.
I took a sound healing course with Pierre Garreaud in 2010 that changed my life. Being from a musical family, sound has always been a major part of what kept my head held high in low moments and helped me always have a tune in my heart. In fact, I often got in trouble in class for being a chronic hummer. I whistled, sang, and hummed a ditty without even realizing it. I was very much in tune with myself, I now realize. I also realize that others were not in tune with themselves and that is why they were noticing the sounds and getting annoyed with my innocent sounds. I was drawing something out of them with my inner music that they were not willing to look at quite yet. Often these were my teachers that complained the most. A child’s song from the heart should and will make anyone see their true light and will show that child just that.

I dreamt as a child that I was a Raven. I told my family that I knew what their cries meant, that one mate knew the secret code of the other, but that their messages were no secret to me. I told them that when one mate died that the other still sang a song of love for the one that went away. Of course, my family laughed and told me I was sweet and imaginative, but couldn’t see that it was the reason why I cried uncontrollably and couldn’t eat my supper that day. I felt sorry for them, people, that they could not understand the Raven’s call. Each message was beautiful and unique; like a mathematical equation, each was coded and had special meaning. Like a universal symbol, the Ravens call was simple by itself but it had a different meaning for each tone, each length, each variation of numbers that were combined with it, that to some just sounded like a bunch of annoying caws.

The day that I met Pierre, he explained about our own personal sound that we are, how we all resonate differently and react differently to things, depending on what sounds we allow in. I listened intently as he talked about the universal sound, the sound of the earth, the sky, the water and all things and as he was explaining how we are all connected, I started to hear a very loud heartbeat. I realized that while Pierre was connecting to the Divine sound and the oneness that everyone in the room was naturally beginning to do the same thing. I was hearing the heart of the group and it kept getting louder and louder and I could feel it under my feet and in my chest at the same time. The universal heartbeat was thumping underneath the floor and it increased its throb as he taught.

Pierre looked at me strangely, partly thinking I wasn’t paying attention, as my head was whipping around in all directions, but also because he knew I was seeing, feeling and hearing beyond what some of the others were sensing at that time. While Pierre was explaining “Om” to us, the sound of the universe, I could see his aura expanding. He was being empowered by talking about sound, music, and about the inner self. I was amazed and taken back by the symbols that started forming around his head and out of the blue, numbers and equations started circling around the room. There was a separate intricate and secret-like code above everyone’s head suddenly. Pierre kept expanding in energy and directly affected the rest of us. Our own codes started blending with his and with one another’s. He was not taking energy from us, he was empowering us. We were joining forces and suddenly purple and blue and bright and white lights started intermingling with the codes and I realized I was seeing the guardian angels of each one joining us all in one massive, rejuvenating circle of Holy Love. By helping us remember our own sound, the one we knew while in the womb, Pierre was bringing us back to that beautiful equation that we all started with, that unique sound called “SELF”. I knew right then and there that this was the Shaman I had asked my guides to bring to me. Little did I know that the Shaman I asked for would also be a professional light and sound healer. Funny thing is, because I love to sing and am too shy to do so in public, I had also asked for a music teacher that would teach me at my energetic level and would understand my sensitivities. I’d never felt comfortable enough to let my wings out like that before; not around any humans that is, but I found them waving and floating with this beautiful energy. The thing that amazed me the most was when a Raven flew by and Pierre too noticed it and listened intently to what it had to say. We spoke the same language. Few had ever heard what I heard before…

What many don’t realize is that we carry the karmic left behinds of our ancestors in our DNA’s. We carry the pain and suffering that our ancestors did not clean up within themselves and within their families before they passed on to the higher dimension. We actually carry seven generations of mess ups and choices that others made before us. This can be a lot to carry and if we don’t get rid of this load then it is possible that we cannot let go of our own stuff that we obtained from this lifetime. What we need to understand is that we don’t need to hold on to anything but love. How do we get rid of 7 generations of caked on soil that weighs down our souls? It all starts at the root. It is important that we ask our ancestors to please come and gather up anything that they left behind.

Pierre got us to lie down on the floor and to do breathing exercises and to prepare ourselves before asking our ancestors to come do their clean up. This is a very emotional thing to do. One would think it would be easy to lay there and ask in all humbleness for those before you to come take away those things, but honestly it’s not. Carrying others things is a kind of burden, that when we become aware of it, we don’t know who we are without all that pain. To top it off, it takes guts to look up and say, “Hey Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Grandpa! I have a bone to pick with you. I endured generations of abuses that I carried all of my life because you didn’t have the guts to stand up to your seven generations of ancestors and ask them to clean up the crap that they left behind for you. You did some bad things and you left not saying sorry to one person you left behind. How could you? Because you drank and abused your wife and kids, I got the brunt of your behaviour. I was the one that came to earth to absorb it all for the family. Do you know how hard of a job that was? I didn’t like feeling so sad as a kid. I didn’t like hating myself and not knowing why. Did you know I took a bunch of pills at 14 years of age and tried to kill myself? I almost couldn’t take it. Where were you when I was raped? Why didn’t you stop those bad guys from hurting me over and over again? Why didn’t you warn me? If I had to carry your stuff, why couldn’t you have had the decency to come and help my dad not drink? He went through so much emotional turmoil, knowing that it hurt us and didn’t know why he did it. He cried a lot as a child too. He lost his dad so young. What about the abuses he endured? Where were you? You got away with it all, didn’t you?” Whew!

Facing the 7 generations can be tough. Great, Great, Great, Great, Great Grandpa got nothing compared to some others. I had two sides of the family to face all in one shot. I had a lot of releasing to do. Breathing wasn’t cutting it, but once I relaxed and came to the conclusion that I needed to forgive before the clean up began, then the tear facets were released. Great, Great, Great, Great Granpa came and explained that he too carried pain of others before him. I was not only crying for me. Everyone’s pain worked its way through me, even his. I was the instrument, I realized for not only for the ancestors but for my whole family. It dawned on me that when they came to clean up for me that they were cleaning up for my whole family. The significant part of a 7 generation clean up is that they all come. When you’re clairvoyant, you can see the spirits coming. Some literally had brooms and dustpans, while others came and stood beside me and blew smoke into certain parts of my body and into several chakras. Some came distraught and other generations came looking very evolved, angelic and even Saintly. I could tell who had done their work on the other side and who hadn’t and they could also see right through me. I was completely transparent. They knew what I was still bitter about and what needed a little work on. I relaxed further and further as each layer was lifted off of me. I felt lighter and lighter and eventually the tears stopped. I knew then that I was left with my own stuff, the things I chose to carry and those 7 generations took no responsibility for my crap and I don’t blame them at all. It was mine to unload for those generations under me. Pierre’s beautiful voice carried me back to the now. I realized he was singing the whole time, banging the drum and ringing the bells and somehow brought all those beautiful spirits into the room and managed them with such charm and delicacy that the angels were now dancing in the room and swirling around our healing bodies. Wow what a weekend this had turned out to be and this was only the first day. Now it was time to heal Kim…

Read more about Pierre Garreaud at his website:

http://www.soundlighthealer.com

Dream A Little Dream of Me….

by | Sep 24, 2010 | Stories about Angels submitted by Clients | 0 comments

I have discovered I can travel in my dreams! It isn’t a myth, in our sleep, the dreams we have are real, energy exchanges. Last night, as I set myself with the task of sleeping, choosing to forego the sleeping pill – I was well aware that I was also choosing not to block the nocturnal visions and voices. Sometimes for me it just seems easier to take the sleeping pill, having been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, sleeping is, and has always been a rarity. Before I had children, I had the luxury of sleeping from time to time, so I value my sleep time even more these days. I now understand, in knowing Kim, that the nocturnal fits I have, body buzzing, whirling images and noises, are actual energy exchanges, as well as energy releases. Not all dreams have deep and profound meanings, or messages of clairvoyance, but certainly there is just as much activity at night as there is during our ‘waking’ hours – if not more. When you think of it, for most people, lying down to sleep at night, is the one and only time we allow our bodies to rest. However, while our bodies are resting, there is much mental activity at work. As I drifted off to sleep last night, knowing I wouldn’t get that ‘deep’ rest without the sleeping pill, I started having conversations with Kim. I don’t recall what we were doing, or talking about now, but at the time it was fun, and just as magical as the time I spend with her in the waking hours. Intermittently, during my Kim time, I would pop out of that space, into a space where I was playing with my daughter, having a great old time, or catching up with my hubby. I realized during these delicious dreams, feeling more awake than asleep, that the night time can be a very productive time. It can be time to meditate, rest, and still spend time with our loved ones, while also healing past wounds and relationships. Much of what we don’t say, or might be afraid to say, while awake, comes up in our dreams. We are given the opportunity to freely be ourselves, and stand our ground, defend our rights, and even do unlimited things – like flying.

At 3:00 am, I sat up fully awake, feeling like I hadn’t slept much, but had done a lot of journeying. Throughout the night, I was coughing and coughing, as I have been wrestling with a cold for a week. Again, all the good stuff was comes up at night. At one point, while playing with my daughter, I realized my son wasn’t visiting me in my dreams. So naturally, I began to look for him in my dream. I couldn’t find him, and I started to grow concerned. I said to my husband, “where is Nate?”, but somehow I knew I was over-reacting and that he was okay. I knew instinctively that he was venturing in his own dream worlds. Within what felt like seconds of thinking this thought in my dream, of worry for him, I awoke to my son screaming for Mommy. “I want my Mommy!” He insisted that he come in bed with me and cuddle. We had such fun cuddling, that I found myself not wanting to go back to sleep, despite the coughing and being ‘tired’. At one point he looked to me and said, between putting his fingers in my nose, and messing up my hair – “Mommy, are you ahh’right mommy?” I said, “yes, mommy just has a cold.” To which he replied, “Mommy, drink your water mommy, please.” After he said that a couple of times I got up and got a glass of water, having been told that was what I needed. When I came back to the room, he brushed his hand over my throat and cheek, my eyes were closed, and I felt the most delicious, happy, tickling sensation in my throat and across my cheek. At the same time, my coughing eased up, my throat felt more at ease, and I realized he was giving me healing energy.

This connection, between dream time and wake time, is so miraculous. When there isn’t time during the day to accomplish problems, we can tackle them in our sleep, and if we can’t be with someone in our waking hours, we can always visit them in our sleeping hours. But, it seems that if you really need (not want) to connect with someone during your waking hours you will. I was looking for my son in my sleep, and he woke up to find me. Instead of me mothering him, he was mothering me. Our Dreamtime, is a profound time of healing and connection, whether the dreams appear profound or not, whether we remember them or not, in our dreams we have unbounded potential and power. We are free to be ourselves, free of the limits of time and space.

In truth, we are all connected – even in our dreams.

Krista Wiaz

Angels are real Mommy!

by | Sep 13, 2010 | Stories about Angels submitted by Clients | 0 comments

I have always hoped that Angels were real, but thought it was my wishful thinking, until one day, when my 5 year old son asked me if i talk to Angel Michael. Surprised by this, I asked him if he spoke to angel Michael and he said yes “I talk to him at night in my pillow”. Now, my son has often told me that his pillow tells him things while he sleeps and I assumed he meant dreams, but to hear that he has been talking to angels completely changes that asumption. When I asked my son how he had heard about Angel Michael he said in a very confident voice “Cause Mike told me he was an angel!”

Childrens minds are so open to the beauty of the universe that I am sure that for some reason Archangel Michael is speaking to my son and I for one am going to continue to try to open my mind to the beauty and secrets that the universe holds for each of us. If I had not met you Kim, I probably would have completely missed this amazing sign from the angels and I thank you for starting me on the path of spitual discovery and awareness.

Lisa VH

What’s the difference between a past loved one and an angel?

by | Aug 14, 2010 | Angels & How To Work With Them | 1 comment

It’s all about the feel for me. Everyone will experience something different, but I instantly distinguish the difference between angels and past loved ones by feel. What many don’t realize is that when our loved ones pass on, they are not an angel. Angels are angels and they have not lived on earth. When our past loved ones move on towards their journey, they can indeed become out guides. This is not always the case. I have had one client who lived in New York and her guide originated from several states away. When she googled him, he was indeed a person who lived and died. He told her his name directly and was not a relative at all. Though for some this may sound frustrating, as that guide is working with a stranger and not
their loved ones, it is important to understand why. When we cross over, we are shown everything that we did or did not do. We get to feel every emotion that we ever made another feel. So at that time we are pretty much shown that we have work to do and for some this may mean community service.

Some will choose to guide the actual people that they did not love or help in their lifetime. Some others will choose someone outside the family. In many cases, they will choose to help someone who has a similar mission as themselves, so that they can help that person maybe not make the same mistakes that they did. My New York client was a business woman, who worked hard and put more time into the office than she did at home. Her guide was a lawyer when he was alive and so as you may guess, he had some making up to do. He wanted to help her change her routine; to stop and smell the roses he never took time to notice; to pay attention to her family and most importantly to live her mission, which was to do healing work. She eventually took up his suggestions and studied Reflexology, hypnotherapy and other therapies and began practicing them, while gearing up to retire from the office.

Angels and guides come to help us live our fullest potential. They want us to smile, live like there is no tomorrow. The difference between the two is that your angels don’t need to help you in order to evolve. Your guides on the other hand may have selfish reasons for helping you. However, it is a win, win situation. They get to pay off karmic debt for 2 souls by helping you ‘change your ways’ and to perhaps redeem their “evil ways”. LOL.

It’s not important to know who is helping you, but it sure helps. Ask your guides to tell you who they are. Close your eyes and jot down what you see (colours, numbers, letters…) as these are all clues for helping you know who they are. You can do the same for your angels. Ask them their hair colour, their name, their signs that they bring to you. Working with your guides and your angels are very similar. They often bring you similar signs and will often work together to help you. Your job is to pay attention, to listen and to be open to them. If you see a sign only as a sign, then you may not receive signs from them. If you see significance in a penny that you find, then more pennies will come. I know one client that even after finding hundreds, and that is no exaggeration, of pennies in a day did not see it as a sign. Afterwards she realized it was a sign and then thought, hmmm what did they want to tell me? If you don’t understand then ask them what it means. Or like I say,”Thanks guys!!! I have no clue who gave this to me, and I have no clue what it is you are trying to tell me, but I see this as a sign. Wonderful! Great job! Now… Can you bring me a sign that I CAN clearly understand? Thank you so much. You’re so wonderful and I thank you for guiding me.” So it’s up to me to notice the next signs. And either I can see them or I can’t. Sometimes I’m blocked and sometimes I just don’t noticed. You know though, the more I try and the more I see beauty in every little sign. Great or small, the more signs come.

Kimspirational

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A PAST LOVED ONE AND AN ANGEL…

ANGELS
-Fast and fluttery.
-You may see sparkles of light.
-Their energy moves fast and you may think that you just saw one in the corner of your eye and suddenly wonder if you just made it all up.
-You will feel air pressure in the room or around your head
-Goosebumps usually accompany them. It feels cold and fresh at the same time.
-You may feel like their wing just brushed up on you.
-The temperature may change around you, but seems to fluctuate
-You may feel excited or happier when you feel their energy
-You may see iridescent light,

PAST LOVED ONES
-Their energy is steadier. You may almost feel heaviness around you. I often feel heavy in my chest.
-they are usually stationed or stand in a certain area around you (see chart) and don’t seem to move around a lot.
-Sometimes they sit on the end of your bed.
-I usually don’t see a lot of colour, although they’ll often show me things in colour to try and get things across.
-They may hold something dear to them.
-They may come with other past loved ones, so you may see or feel more than one.

by | Aug 1, 2010 | Uncategorised | 0 comments

THERE IS AN OCEAN OF LOVE OUT THERE WAITING FOR YOU
IT’S TIME TO LET IT IN.
LIKE THE OCEAN’S TIDE, IT GOES OUT…
BUT IT ALWAYS COMES BACK…

Kimspirational and Terry Landry