So. Almost a year ago I had psychic reading done by a woman. I’d won this reading a metaphysical meet up of sorts.
I didn’t think too much of it but this woman was so bang on about so many things. One of the things that she touched on was that when I was painting it helped me channel messages from the other side. So I took her advice and I continued to intuitively paint.
In January of this year ( so about a month after my reading) I finally cracked open my childhood amnesia and was able to heal my past using EMDR therapy. I wrote about that in the blog. What was interesting is that the day I went to the appointment where my memories came back I had energy swirling around my third eye Chakra. My mind was letting go and opening. It was pretty wild. During that session I could feel my mom there with me as well.
That was an incredibly huge day I’d been waiting 20 years for.
A few days later I had the urge to paint.
OK….not just like oh I wanted to paint. We are talking primal urge. Hands shaking like something needed to get out…NOW!
I did as I had done before and smudged my apartment and lit incense and played calming music.
My hands were anything but calm.
What came out of this painting was an image of the dark goddess also known by many other names such as Hecate and Kali.
At the time after just pushing through 20 years of mental illness I took this as a sign that she had helped me transmute my trauma/darkness and move forward.
I am willing to fully admit I was wrong and what I was up against was still to come.
Less than two weeks later I had fallen ill. So ill as I’d never been in my entire life. Bedridden. Excruciating pain.
You can read previous blog posts if you need a refresher on what happened.
But. No. Hecate showed herself to me because it was time for some DEEP transition and change in life.
A dark night of the soul.
It pulled me so far deep into my psyche and grabbed out all my fears about my life and silly lies I’d told myself about who I am.
What’s also interesting to note is the fact that the illness I was struck down with isn’t something that people get better from.
What I have surmised from this is that my particular case of illness was for a reason. Once that reason had been healed…it stopped. Imagine that. Hah.
But seriously? Did I actually predict my illness?
Must pay more attention to signs. 😉