One of my first adventures with healing happened spontaneously back in 2015. Valerie was not long over from the United States to stay with me in New Zealand, and we were right in the thick of much Otherworldly activity. We were dealing with past life entanglements and working to heal several significant traumas from Valerie’s early life. In all this, we were working purely on instinct - or at least, I suppose, that’s one way to put it. Really, we were doing what felt like a lot of on the spot triage, and I was doing things I didn’t even know I knew.
Not consciously, anyway. Other aspects of my soul self knew exactly what they were doing. Which is just as well, because I often felt like I was just along for the ride.
There are a lot of stories in there, which I’m sure we’ll cover over time, but today I want to tell you about a tree called Esmeralda.
That’s what I named her afterwards, anyway. She seemed to like it.
Afterwards, she was always pleased to call out to us whenever we walked her part of the trail, and we always stopped to greet her, ask how she was doing, just pass the time for a few minutes chatting with her.
I was only a kid when my mother told me she could hear trees talking. I don’t remember being dubious about this, but rather terribly sad because she also, after a minute, said something else.
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