She was tiny. Very still. She had signed up for Medicine Man, because he was half Native Canadian, but kept being drawn to me, and she honoured that.
As she was seated, I felt my throat closing violently, as if I were being strangled, and I remarked upon that. Her eyes widened slightly, but she was a very quiet young girl.
Yet her spirit! Huge. Not that it was beaming through like a beacon. She had done her best to be invisible. To not attract any attention. It pained me that her life was so traumatic that she suppressed her beautiful spirit.
It turns out that the Native Canadian connection she craved was with my 1/8 Passamaquoddy Tribe blood. She is half Passamaquoddy. We are truly related. It’s a small tribe.
I told her of the impact her life would make on others as she walked softly upon the earth. Her spirit would touch the lives of many. She may flee from this while so very young, but she will eventually remember who she is, my little cousin with the huge spirit.
I knew better than to actually touch the throat of someone who had been strangled, so I worked with my guides to heal this in a more gentle manner.
Her guides began working with me and mine, and showed me a whole new technique, walked me through it actually.
I had been tortured for weeks with a searing pain in my back, near the shoulder blade. I couldn’t reach it with my hands to heal it. I couldn’t breathe properly because of it and my lack of neti pot.
The session left me, for the first time, without pain, and absolutely exhiliarated. I was Wonder Woman!
I thanked her for allowing me to share energy with her. I knew it was difficult for her. She didn’t have much trust of people in her life, yet she instinctively trusted me.
I also knew it was difficult for her to hug, yet I had to hug her as she left. She was gracious.
Tiny Shaman with the huge spirit!
I will always remember you.
You are in my heart.