A Matter of Opening the Heart Chakra
In this blog, you will read about sound therapy healing and how a specific healing opened my Heart Chakra. This is a three-part series, with the next two blogs revealing the events that took place the following two weekends.
Life has touched each of us with a mixture of love, hate, sadness, anger and other attributes of hurt. At one time in our life, if not more, we build a hedge around our heart to keep out any further pain. Throughout the years, we become less conscious of how closed our heart is. I was not an exception. My heart had an iron-clad grip on it.
The spirit guides, who have devoted their time to Spirit Path Coaching me over the past four years, maneuvered my meeting with Brenda Zyburt, who is a Crystal Singing Bowl and Sound Healer. Our first two sessions surrounded the healing of my knee. I agreed to this, in hopes to bypass knee replacement. After two weeks there was a noticeable improvement, and a bridge of trust between us was built. Prior to this, I wasn’t sure about alternative healing, and now the ‘proof-was-in-the pudding’.
With the foundation laid on the bridge of trust, the Hippie Ghost Band, the spirit group I channel, requested Brenda to open my heart chakra through her sound healing.
After at healing, we sat and talked over tea. She mentioned about going to Los Angeles to work the Conscious Life Expo that coming weekend. “Would you like to come?”
Her invitation shocked me. I could hear my mind spitting out every reasonable excuse possible, but my mouth said yes. I knew I needed to be there. She suggested I sell my book, A Life or Death Situation.
A month prior to this, I would have turned the offer down cold. My spirit group did wonders with me, over these four years. Their intervention gave my life meaning and purpose, yet going out into the world, where people would get to know me proved uneventful. Even with the move from Florida to Arizona, they still could not get me to leave my home and surroundings.
One week later, she called and said we are here. Though anxiety gripped me, I opened my front door that Thursday morning, got into her car and headed from Phoenix to Los Angels to spend four nights and five days in Los Angels at the L.A. X. The events of those five days I could have never imagined or even create on a vision board.
L.A. X. Here I Come
Driving from Phoenix with Brenda and Breeze to Los Angeles, California was beautiful. I enjoyed videoing the scenery. It also distracted me, as I went further away from my home. I wasn’t sure if Brenda understands the depth of my isolation for six years, and my fears of going too far from home. If she did, she didn’t bring it up, and neither did I, because I chose to tackle, this phobia. The last time I forced myself through a major phobia was two years prior when I moved from Florida to Phoenix Arizona.
I trusted in myself that I would conquer this. I left little choice, plus I decided in November to stop just surviving, and enter the world of the living. I knew the spirit group, The Hippie Ghost Band, desired this, but most of all I needed to break the chains that had controlled how I lived over the last decade.
The Conscious Life Expo was enormous. I have heard there were three and five floors in use. I was aware of three. We were in the Lower Level, and that is where I stayed much of the time. Anxiety crept through every vein in my body, while it wrapped itself around my throat. I couldn’t breathe.