To teach Empath Empowerment and Aura Reading means that I get to facilitate miracles. Doing sessions of Energy Spirituality with clients, I discover yet more mysteries and miracles, heaped upon each other.
Later today I will lift up for one of those glorious (if sometimes uncomfortable) transatlantic flights back to America. But already I feel lifted up At the end of this month in Japan, I can look back with wonder: 9 full days of workshops, 3 short ones, and 73 sessions. Every one of them has stories.
Here are a few of my favorites.
EMPATH EMPOWERMENT FOR THE VERY THIN
“Maxi” is the slender sort of woman who looks as though the wind could blow her over. Well, it has.
For three years, she suffered from physical injuries that made her life painful. Just when she had worked and workshopped and healed her way into a sort of recovery, a strong gust of wind in the street knocked her over. When Maxi picked herself up, the chronic pain had returned.
During her explorations in the Empath Empowerment workshop here in Tokyo, Maxi used her consciousness to land in her body for the first time. If there was one overall theme this visit for my students in the various workshops it was — literally for dozens of them — “Hey, I have a physical body. I really have one.”
What did it mean, for Maxi, “being in her body”? She felt for the first time as an adult, the real length of her legs, how her torso fit in, where the center of gravity for her body actually was located. All this came as a big surprise, and so did the discovery that her chronic pain had disappeared.
AN EMPATH WHO TALKED WITH STARS, NOT PEOPLE
“Bobbie” had been suffering in a different kind of way. On Day 1 of 4, at our workshop for empaths, it became clear she was suffering emotionally. Why? Bobbie needed to close her eyes so very often.
If you happened to be observing her aura (as, okay, I happened to be, occasionally), Bobbie took a familiar escape route into her own world. Eyes closed, she lifted awareness away from her personal earth personality. Up and away she flew, into a personal spiritual haven. This was a habit I had once upon a time. Sure, it brings relief… but at a great price.
At graduation, Bobbie told our group, “For 24 years, I have been a devout Buddhist. Struggling with my ego was my greatest concern. I didn’t have much in the way of relationships with people. I would talk sometimes with flowers, mountains, or stars. Words can’t express how lonely it was.
“During the workshop, I began to experience different layers of myself, such as my mind, emotions, and soul. The pain was almost indescribable, and I felt it at every single level. Yet the teacher said that if I only persisted, the pain would go away and I would wake up from inside. It happened for me by the second day.
“So much has changed for me. I have my life back.”
Bobby’s eyes had been open all day… except when she closed them for an exercise. As she spoke, were those eyes ever shining!
EMPOWERMENT FOR EMPATHS, NOT SHIELDS OR WALLS
Sometimes I’ll ask new class participants, “What have you tried before to keep from picking up pain as an empath?” I’ll hear about attempts to put up invisible shields or strengthen boundaries, etc.
Early in this workshop, I explained why these approaches don’t really work for an empath. Sure, they’ll keep you busy, maybe bring a sense of accomplishment. But if you are reading auras, you’ll find that approaches like these — when “successful” — actually create walls around chakras, and this isn’t a good thing at all.
Trying to “center yourself” while with others has unintended consequences, too. In my workshop, I asked, “Can you tell when other people are trying to center themselves, and it makes them seem phony?” I think that every hand in the room went up.
What is the problem with these socially based or imaginative approaches? An unskilled empath does frequent, super-quick, involuntary empath-merges with others. It happens on the level of consciousness, not social interaction. When you learn to read auras in depth and detail, as everyone can, this will become clear to you.
In the process of being with other people as an unskilled empath, one will literally pick up other people’s pain, fear, etc. This STUFF lands in the empath’s aura, where it seems to be about “me.” Meanwhile, the poork, hard-working, unskilled empath who puts up an invisible shield isn’t protected at all from taking on that STUFF. The big achievement, aurically, is that the hard-working empath now has all that STUFF plus the invisible shield.
It takes a little while to learn my method of Empath Empowerment. An intensive workshop, like the one we had, works best. But, of course, the same skill set can be learned from reading “Empowered by Empathy.”
Within our group of 22 students, everyone learned beautifully. Other results, reported by participants at graduation, included:
- “I stopped drinking alcohol. So far, I’ve been sober for six days.”
- “My daughter and I used to fight every day. I just realized, that hasn’t happened since Day 2 of our workshop.”
- “Ego problems used to make me to test people constantly. Now I have stopped the testing. I have stopped being hung up on that ego. Experiencing myself in a bigger way has moved me out of that struggle I couldn’t win.”
- “Now I can ride on the train without feeling nauseated and overwhelmed by other people’s problems.”
CUTTING CORDS OF ATTACHMENT
It is always an adventure, cutting cords of attachment during sessions with clients. Certainly it’s a good thing that I enjoy this kind of work, because I did a lot of it during this trip. One story stands out.
At the start of our session, “Tomomi” simply asked me to cut the cord of attachment between herself and her husband. If you have read my book “Cut Cords of Attachment” or you have had a session with me, you know that I use a system called 12 Steps to Cut Cords of Attachment(R). When I got to the part about describing what was in Tomomi’s cord, I found abuse.
It was physical only for a short time during the marriage, I learned. Emotional abuse had been continuing. Still, the imprint of the physical plus emotional abuse had been stuck in the cord. As happens with cords of attachment, the very specific dynamics of that cord replay 24/7 for the rest of your life, echoing in your subconscious mind as well as your aura. This continues, because of a cord of attachment, even if a marriage ends or you are no longer speaking to the cordee or, even, if the cordee dies.
Properly cutting a cord of attachment changes all that.
It’s a sad thing to have to describe abuse to a client. But validation is a necessary part of the healing. Besides, obviously, Tomomi knew about this pattern. The interpreter and I were the only ones who felt shock, and even we didn’t feel much shock at all. To do sessions of Energy Spirituality in Japan is to encounter a great deal of hidden family drama, including physical and emotional abuse, sexual abuse, problems with family members who drink or take drugs. Behind the beautiful manners and exquisitely wrapped presents, this culture acts out a great deal of its STUFF behind closed doors.
Pain, of course, is what I encounter in many of my Energy Spirituality clients in different parts of North America and Europe and Asia. (So far, students and media interviews have come to me from Africa and Australia, and no shout-outs have come yet from South America.) Certainly, I don’t mean to imply that folks in Japan suffer more than my clients elsewhere. It just took some getting used to, that contrast between the ultra-refined social manners and the hidden domestic problems.
Tomomi’s session concluded on a note of gratitude. Now she had the chance to stop replaying past pain, fear, rage, and powerlessness. I made the announcement, closed off her aura, and went on to my next client that day.
But later, during this trip to Tokyo, Tomomi came over to me privately while I conducted another event. She told me, “For the past 19 years of my marriage, every day of my life, I relived that physical abuse. In the back of my mind, I could feel it replaying, the shock and the pain, the feeling of betrayal.
“Well, this has stopped completely, ever since that session was over. I just wanted you to know.”
CAN YOU FIND MT. FUJI?
In America, we have a series of picture books for children called “Where’s Waldo.” Colorful, crowded pictures include a quirky little guy in a red hat named Waldo. In these puzzle books, it’s quite a job finding Waldo. By contrast, here in Japan, Mt. Fuji is not considered especially difficult to find.
For one thing, this volcanic mountain with the ragged flat top is, by far, the most famous “person” in all of Japan.
Due to the generosity of my friends Catrien and Yukio, I was invited to visit them during this trip. I became the first guest to stay at the the healing center they are opening up. For three days, they treated me like royalty. We had amazing walks, sumptuous meals, and my thoughtful hosts even managed to rustle up a couple of rainbows. (Okay, these impressive healers didn’t manage to actually paint on the rainbows, but I give them credit anyway.)
Even this occasional visitor to Japan has seen countless paintings and photographs of Mt. Fuji. It is like the kind of painting done by Rennaissance artists all over Europe, as well as other artists, where the subject would be Madonna and Child, or The Annunciation, or some other scene from scripture. Here in Japan, the great mountain is It.
Fuji-san, as even children here know, is the universal inspiration for art, the symbol of mystery and Divine Embodiment.
And what an ever-changing, fascinating sight that mountain is. Cloud layers go part-way up sometimes. Other times, mists hover over the landscape, shades of the softest silvery greys. At sunrise, in moonlight, through thunderstorms, in the snow, mystery and wonder and sacredness are heaped, layer upon layer.
Sometimes, during my trip, we had bright sunshine, with Mt. Fuji shining like a kind of scrumptious ice cream cone with white icing on the top, and plain but delicious mountain below.
Back home, my family lives quite near the Shenandoah mountains, with magnificent national parks where we visit often. So I understand the impact of that lyric in our hymn-like anthem “America the Beautiful” about “purple mountain majesties.”
Japan has them, too. You can stand in the foothills of Mt. Fuji and find yourself in a kind of bowl, where every direction shows you purple mountain majesties, or shadowed ones in the shimmering twilight. And like me, if you are very, very silly and overcome with wonder at it all, you may be completely unable to find Mt. Fuji.
It become a game with Catrien and Yukio and me, as we drove around. “Rose, can you find Mt. Fuji?”
Sometimes it would be right in front of me and I couldn’t see it.
As I’m preparing to leave Japan, this wonderful trip #8, I think about the obvious things and the hidden things, the sacred healings and the ridiculous moments. I think about serving dinner to Masayo-san and Kaori-san, my two oldest friends in Japan, and how the fish slipped out of the dish and onto the floor. They helped me to clean it up and serve it and then we ate it. For two, properly fastidious Japanese women, surely this was an act of love. Or maybe just a surrender to happiness. Certainly, we were laughing all the way.
How I have relished it all.