Bodies talk to me. They tell me secrets. They tell on you, what you've done, haven't done, your hopes and dreams. I am a Body Whisperer, a Fascial Detective, an intuitive feeler. Attuned to notice the subtle clues, my senses are heightened beyond any normal person. I am a Healing Arts Practitioner. Out to heal the world, one body at a time.
Bodies don't lie, they can't. Everything you have ever thought is etched into your cells, every emotion dumped into myocytes, beliefs morph bones into hardened tattle tales. A shoulder girdle that is stuck in internal rotation tells me that the person has spent a lifetime in insecurity, trying to protect the heart space from any further damage. Hyper-kyphosis, Dowager's Hump, says that this person has felt like they have carried the weight of the world on their shoulders like Atlas. Rotator cuff dysfunctions are issues of not being willing to reach for what you want in life. Military Neck shows a severe need to control everything in their world. Someone who is petrified of life can develop Frozen Shoulder Syndrome. Hip problems tell truth on sexual issues, and refusing to move forward in life. Arms hold love, legs hold us up, ever feel like someone cut you off at the knees, then develop knee problems? How about being hamstrung- feeling severely restricted in the efficiency or effectiveness of something you are trying to accomplish- and developing Achilles tendonitis? Bone spurs are mental attitudes that have become solid, and depending on where they are in the body, tells what put them there. Each vertebra has a meaning, each muscle calls it's purpose, all we have to do is listen.
The left side of the body is the yin, feminine, the intake of energies, where the right side is masculine, yang, the outgoing of energies. An easy way to remember this when you are doing energy work is "Left hand sucks and right hand blows". That being said, I'd severely restricted what I'd allowed to blow out of me, irritation wise, for years, and my body pretty much took me down for it. I guess you're going to need a bit of personal history for context.
I was brought up being the good girl, never showing anger, fearing retribution if I stood up for myself, so naturally, I got abused. A lot. By a variety of people. Every kind of abuse, yup, pretty much happened to me. That is just one reason why my higher self got my lower self into Tae kwon Do, so I could learn to take a punch, not even register the hit, and put the smack down on the sorry son of a *B that dared mess with me. Of course, when you are that guarded, looking for something to defend yourself against, what do you get more of? Something to defend yourself against! After ten years, my body had had enough abuse heaped on it, and gloriously I found the Healing Arts of reiki, massage, Healing Touch, Polarity, Cranial-Sacral, meditation, and many others. I started on my healing journey, which continues today.
You'd think that after all these years in self exploration, I would have learned how to listen to my body with a bit more appreciation, understanding and respect. Alas, you would be wrong.
All sorts of fun dysfunctions occurred in my body. Retinal surgery because I refused to see, rotator cuff repair due to my unwillingness to receive, and now sciatica. I have a love/hate relationship with my right piriformis, developing bone spurs on my femur head, and lower lumbar vertebra. I fought so hard for my limitations that they literally appeared on my bones! My piriformis, which I call, and rightly so, "The Pain in the Ass" muscle, would spasm so intensely that it would pull my femur head out of the joint (acetabulofemoral, to be exact), crazily in perfect synchronicity with my unexpressed anger. This used to not be so much of a problem as an annoyance, as it occurred only during sleep, when I'd finally unclench my gluteal muscles enough to allow for any free range of motion to occur. It started out harmlessly, I'd take my other foot to pull down on my ankle, and ploop! Back into place. Eventually, with the damage to my joint increased, it got harder to ploop that bad boy back into place. Waking up out of REM sleep with searing pain, I would have to stand by the bed, and hang my leg to allow the weight of it to pull the femur back into joint. Who was I mad at, refusing to even acknowledge there was a problem, unable to hold any weight, on the right side? It was a male, hmmmm….
Wait- it gets better...
One day at work, I felt as if my legs weren't balanced, and I was walking like a penguin. I asked my fellow MT to balance me out, which she did, gently and perfectly, by giving a slight pull on both my legs. When I got up from the table, I noticed something wasn't right, however I just ignored it, believing it to be part of being rebalanced, which I rarely ever am. What the chiropractor who saw me later that day reminded me of, which both my coworker and I had forgotten, is that you never, ever pull on someones legs if they have lumbar issues! My lumbar intravertebral disc got pinched and then bulged, causing my entire right side to malfunction, and my lovely femur head dislocated for the next 2 weeks. This amazingly coincided with the demise of my marriage. Puzzle solved.
I now have an even greater respect for my body, asking it what does it need to tell me even before I get into serious malfunctions. And, I find that since I am honoring what my body is telling me, I have an increased awareness for what my clients bodies are saying as well. Lessons like this are hard won, and even better if you can learn them from someone else's mistakes. You are welcome.
This is the Body Whisperer signing off, wiser and in more consciousness...
Happy massaging!
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