My Weird and Wonderful Life... early days
Riding on the hood of a car, finding Reiki, and my Near-Death Experience...
For many years, I have told friends if I ever write a biography, I will call it My Weird and Wonderful Life. These are some of the stories I would tell…
So many questions and an insatiable thirst for knowledge
As a child, I was likely annoying. I wondered about everything and rarely did anything without asking questions. I was curious about life and certain that there was more to it than sleep, eat, and work.
I used to ride my bike to the local library and stock up as many books as we were allowed to borrow. The librarian cautioned that I only had two weeks to read those ten books, was I sure I wanted them all? I would be back in less than one week to load up again. I read stories about ghosts, witches, aliens, vampires, and more. I read every book on mythology I could get my eyes on. I devoured books, the reading of them inspiring more and more questions.
My parents were not devout church goers but my mother did believe I should be confirmed. We belonged to the United Church and went most Sundays of my youth. I, naturally, had questions there also. I didn’t understand how we could all come from one original couple, I mean, wouldn’t that cause some issues? I also did not believe that God sat on an almighty throne, judging our worthiness. Why would they bother to create us if they were just going to toss so many of us in a fiery hell?
My belief from a very young age portrayed a different expectation of judgement day. I always imagined that there would be a gazing pond. I would stand in front of the pond, one hand held by Jesus, the other by God; we would watch all the good that I put out into the world and I would feel the force of that love course through me. Then we would watch all the times I did not make the best decisions and feel all that hurt come back to me.
I would be the judge of how well I had done in this lifetime and they would be there to support me through it.
Who is the harshest judge of my actions? That would be me.
I did not enjoy the fear-mongering ways of the pulpit, even though the Ministers of the United Church were less fiery than others; when I had a choice in the matter, I did not return.
My quest for knowledge continued until the hormones kicked in and then I spent a number of years chasing boys, instead of expanding my otherworldly knowledge.
In 1991, I experienced a car accident that changed my life. My husband and I had spent the evening playing cards with my parents. I, being the designated driver, only had a single glass of wine with dinner; when we left after midnight, I was the sober designated driver. I was about to unlock the car door when a vehicle came barreling around the corner, heading our way.
It was mid-March, the time of year when the streets appear to be bare during the day, the frost rising up at night. The young man behind the wheel was inexperienced, overcorrecting the drift, unexpectedly aiming his trajectory at me. I ran away, but not soon enough, he first collided with our vehicle and then swept me up onto the hood of his car, careening forward into a street light in front of my parents’ home. The abrupt stop sent me flying off the hood, depositing me on the asphalt of their driveway. The driver then tried to flee the scene, to no avail as my husband had been a track star in his younger days. He was underaged and drunk and would be charged with driving an unregistered vehicle while intoxicated and attempting to flee the scene of the crime.
As for me, I actually do not personally recall anything after saying goodnight to my parents, my memory returning in the hospital with a doctor asking my name, age, and the date. I had a fairly severe head trauma resulting from the back of my skull connecting with the post from the windshield wiper of his car, resulting in a gaping wound, a hairline rib fracture and consciousness that came and went for about a week.
It became clear shortly after that I no longer had a sense of smell; my olfactory nerve had been disconnected in the accident.
Months later, I consulted the services of a psychic, asking her if I would ever get my sense of smell back. She advised me to seek out a Raki Healing, which is how she wrote it down. Now, this was 1991 and there was no Google back then to say: Did you mean Reiki? It took me a while to discover what that actually was and that we actually had a Reiki Centre right in my city.
The accident placed me firmly back on the spiritual path. I started reading again, encountering The Celestine Prophecy and more. The birth of my first son in 1992 gave me time to read and reflect on the miracle of life again. A couple of years later, I met someone who did in fact know what Reiki was. I went for a healing and asked the Master how many sessions she thought it would take to get my sense of smell back? She thought maybe thirteen, which seemed like a lot. I asked if this was something I could learn to do myself? Yes… and so my Reiki journey really began.
In the first class, I had the gift of smelling mandarin oranges and incense during the attunement. Reiki also gave me grounding and peace. At night, I could quell the tornado in my brain; self-treatments allowed me to find sleep more rapidly than ever before.
In 1995, I took my 2nd Degree Reiki, where I met an amazing lady named Judith. She was someone who worked with angels, such a sweet and wonderful woman. On the last day of class, I paired up with her to do our practice sessions. As soon as I laid on the table, I became cold. I said out loud, I am so cold, so cold sir; shaking so violently that the Reiki Master and her trainee came over with additional blankets and to ensure I did not vibrate off the massage table.
I remember seeing the snow on the grass, feeling the cold of the asphalt on my back, and the ambulance lights to the side of me. I felt so alone… more alone than I had ever felt in my life. All of a sudden, two amber lights appeared and rapidly neared me. I said OH! There you are! Then I followed this being up to a bright white light through a tunnel. As soon as they appeared, I felt the most overwhelming feeling of LOVE; not like being love or being in love… BEING LOVE. It was wonderful. I felt such warmth and acceptance; I thought I would like to stay in that feeling forever. As soon as I had that thought, WHAM! I was back in my body. I felt lighter and heavier all at the same time, and I was unable to speak.
The class was in an old house with a steep, narrow staircase; I did not feel the steps connecting to my feet, but rather floated down them to join the others in a circle. We were to share our experiences; I have no recollection of what anyone else said. When our Master asked me to share, I stuttered, I am not sure if I can. I think I recalled my car accident and the reason I was not more injured was the Archangel Michael saved me. I could hardly put words together and anyone who knows me would tell you that my being speechless was indeed a miracle!
From that day forward, I have had no fear of death. I know that where we go after this life is a beautiful place with an all-encompassing vibration of love and acceptance. Reiki became my foundation and I believe it is one path for us to BE LOVE here on earth.
I experienced that feeling of Being Love two more times in my life; more to come on that in a future blog.
I would go on to have two more baby boys in the next five years and use Reiki to help them as well as myself during these busy years. In the small amount of spare time I had, I studied near energy, auras, chakras, and read books by Shakti Gawain, Sanaya Roman, and Neal Donald Walsch’s Conversations with God series. I gobbled up all the information I could because now I felt I had proof that there was so much more to life than what we know or what church teaches us.
In 2001, I had a fourth child, a beautiful little girl. In 2005, she was diagnosed with a glioblastoma, a tumor in the base of her skull; she returned to God in 2007. I credit Reiki with keeping me sane through this incredibly challenging loss. I wrote about her life, the lessons I learned from her, and how it changed my life in a book called Forever Five - Adventures of The Ladybug Hunter.
Stay tuned for more stories from My Weird and Wonderful Life including a life altering Past Life Regression, or two, a call to channel from the Orion constellation and more…