How much of your life do you spend doing rather than receiving? Have you noticed that your life is not yet what you would like it to be? You could have everything you desire (and even greater!) if you are willing to receive lots more and maybe do a little less! Receiving or learning The Bars® will allow this to begin to show up for you.
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By Stephanie Ingraham
My hands move across, over the body, detecting. Just like the reading of brail, my hands pick up exactly what they need to. My hands move back and forth over the shoulder. There is more to find there. My hands sway and circle, like washing a pot, clearing away what is in the way, allowance of the energy to be read. I see with my hands that there is sadness buried deep inside. The tissue is tight and ridged. My hands work and work, softening, so the hardness releases the nugget of pain and the nugget of pain can come to the surface. My hands move back and forth again, looking, seeing, finding more, the why, maybe the situation. The pain is softening. I find it. Closer, the sadness is with her sister. She sees that she must take care of her. As the words come from my mouth, asking if she is ready, ready to release her, my hands are unfastening. I can see all the tangles and the pieces of this wanting to help her. The sister has MS, Multiple Sclerosis. It can seem so sad, but my hands make it gentle. My words make it love. My hands work so softly, gently helping her release. The shoulder feels softer now. The tightness is just a memory. She cries. She knows there is so much love for her sister. So much more allowance to see her sister. My hands still working as she cries. This is never a goodbye. This is always a way to love more, to give more, to receive more. When we can release. My hands are mending now. Working with the tissue, smoothing it, allowing the energy, the light and the love come in, to patch where she held so tightly to her sister. The crying softens and the shoulder feels loose. The tightness is a memory; range of motion and feeling is restored. My hands move on, looking, searching, like reading brail, I see with my hands.
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