As a child, my experiences with the metaphysical world were limited to playing Bloody Mary in my mirror, and religiously watching psychic Silvia Browne each week on the Montel Williams Show.
On June 30th, I was getting ready to head into work. Much like any other Monday, I felt the weekend had been too short, and I was envious that both my husband, and daughters were going to get to stay at home.
I had a cancellation in my day that had come in the day before. I was preparing myself to have to kill some time if it didn’t fill, when I saw that it had been booked.
I didn’t think anything of it, until my client walked in, let’s call her M. M was vivacious, early seventies, with a strong grandmotherly energy, and bright red lipstick. Hipster Grandma with an air of no nonsense about her.
I asked her what brought her to see me. She told me she had been to my clinic once before for massage, and in passing, my receptionist had told her that glutes and lower back were my specialty.
“I woke up this morning and my hip hurt. My guides told me ‘today is the day to go and see Amanda’”.
“I’m sorry, your what?”
“My spirit guides. They told me today was the right day.”
I was baffled. She hadn’t called into the clinic that day, she had walked through the door that morning and said she was there to see me. My receptionist was perplexed, but told her that I had a cancellation mid morning, and was welcome to come back.
“I’m a channeller.”
I knew of channellers. My husband watches a few on YouTube, who channel both the spirit realm, and extraterrestrials. I told her as much, and she perked up.
That hour was the shortest and longest hour of my life. Filled with channeling, and stories of extraterrestrials and missions, much of which she needed to receive permission to tell me. It was fascinating, and overwhelming, all rolled into one.
“You are an empath you know.”
I’d had my suspicions. Bleeding heart that cares too much and gets hurt too easily.
“The trouble with being an empath, and doing the job you do, is that you are bringing home everyone’s shit. All the reasons they come in here, from being in pain, stressed, or depressed. You absorb it all and you aren’t clearing yourself. Think of it like that character in Charlie Brown, Pigpen. You start your day clean, and by the end of it, you have everyone else’s dirt on you.”
I honestly didn’t say much. I was listening and also focusing on my work, which was quite hard when I just wanted to sit and listen to her.
“I am receiving a message that you need to be particularly cautious about protecting your energy at the gym. That place is full of negative feelings people are working through. I will show you how to clear before I leave today.”
I finished her treatment, and true to her word, she closed the door to my room and started demonstrating.
“I cleared this building and everyone in it before I came here today. I cleared you and your room. You start by calling upon whomever you believe in. Personally, Jesus is my main guy, but you could call on your guides, Buddha, whomever. I picture it as a little whirlwind spinning clockwise through your room ‘clear this space of any negativity. Clear me of any negative energy. Send me into my day with positive thoughts and positive intentions, and protect me with the golden light’. Now you do the same for your clients. Do that before you come to work, between each client and before you go home. I will be back in a week.”
I stood there, on what felt like the end of the rabbit hole while wondering, does this lead to something momentous, or am I about to spiral down into insanity. Either way, I was curious, and so I began clearing.
