A Shamanic Healing Through Christ Consciousness

Soon after I had finished my training in Shamanism; I was contacted urgently by Zania. She was one of the volunteers who had received healing work from me several times throughout my training.

Her voice was strained and conjured the third eye image of rusty, snapped violin strings. She asked if I could facilitate a shamanic healing session for her, “it has to be at my home, I can’t leave and I don’t know who else would understand this, it’s an emergency.”

In under an hour I was marching in place at the bus stop, flexing my nostrils to avoid nose hair icicles, an irate wind chilling me to my core. This frosty Chicago afternoon seemed to be getting meaner by the minute. Finally, the bus showed up on the horizon and I was able to take a deeper breath, like being thrown a buoy out at sea. The ride was long and but I felt a resolve and a good, grounded energy…this was one of my first calls on the other side of training. I was ready.

I arrived in front of a romantic, old brownstone, was promptly buzzed up into Zania’s apartment and then led to a charming and sunlit room. A lifelong psychic, she offered readings and energy work in this space. Strangely, there was a bit of a cold feeling in the room. A massage table was in the center, a little couch in the corner and colorful antique lamps and tapestries adorned the walls. A little cracked laughing buddha and a circle of stone frogs around a bonfire both caught my eye. In the upper left hand corner of the wall there was a picture of Jesus Christ. This was one of the more inviting depictions. Jesus was smiling and big eyed with arms open and a shimmering heart beaming out from his chest.

Zania waved me over to the couch and began to share…she had a friend who recently felt like he had a harmful entity connected to him (he dabbled in the occult), and he ended up having a heart attack and dying. Next, this energy/entity was seemingly passed on to Zania when she was in her friend’s presence in one of his final days. “It shows up as a black snake in my inner vision, it seems very heavy and very old.” This snake-like energy had been immobilizing her for several days since the transfer. She felt lethargic and depressed and hadn’t slept. Also, her apartment suddenly was going bump in the night.

What was this thing? Well, everything is energy (and this could be a whole other post). Suffice it to say that energy beginning from thoughts and emotions (there are of course other possibilities) can gain momentum to the point of having some of it’s own qualities, patterns and function.

Zania settled onto the massage table and I started the session the same as always; calling in all of the guides, guardians, angels, and beings of love and light for support. Intention is always primary.

Right away, I was able to perceive this energy that had come into her system and to feel how it was impacting her. I felt into the loving energy of the guides, connecting with them and their vibration, “getting on their channel.” Typically (in my experience), as the vibration in the space (and of the individuals present) shifts (elevating/moving in the direction of love) it’s eventually no longer a match to certain energies and they will release and move on (being assisted by guides).

After several moments of channeling and tuning in, my gaze shifted to the upper left corner of the room. Jesus. We locked eyes and instantly there was a palpable flow of energy between us and a potent shift…we were working together! All was immersed in the energy of Christ consciousness, PURE LOVE. Openness and connection, fresh air and space, there was a sense of being in a different reality while also standing right there by Zania. That little laughing buddha smiled a cheshire cat smile up at me.

I “held the pose.”

Slowly I felt the uninvited (snake like) energy shift out of Zania’s body and through mine, cold and buzzy. It travelled through my left hand and arm, next into my chest, and then across to my right arm, eventually shifting out of my right hand and then right out of the space.

Zania blinked her eyes open, coming out of a deep meditative sleep on the table and sighed long and contentedly. Everything in the space now appeared as it was before. I felt grateful and limitless…ready to run a marathon, host a giant dance party, or swim across the ocean and (as is often the case after sessions) this lasted for days.

The possibilities of where love can take us are, in my experience, unlimited. It can free us or transform us and wherever we are, there is always somewhere to expand into next (for snakes and all others).