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CHAPTER 1
The End
In my last book, I left you with the knowledge that I would be getting married on September 6, 2015, which was, coincidently, the one-year anniversary of my spiritual awakening. That is where this book shall begin, so that you do not miss any part of the journey.
Tyler (whose name I have changed to protect his identity) and I had planned a very elaborate wedding at a significant cost of twenty thousand dollars. I hired all the professional help I would need, including wedding planners. We wanted it to be perfect, of course, as anyone does when they believe they are marrying the person they think they are meant to be with. We hired photographers, a videographer, a caterer, a DJ, and many other people to help. Tyler was interested in the details of the wedding but he knew I was organized and had a talent for event planning, so he left all the important decisions to me.
The planning process was enjoyable for me. I was grateful for the distraction of the wedding, my full-time job, and my spiritual endeavors, because other areas of my personal life seemed to be falling apart. Tyler was having issues running his business and had entered legal battles over money. He seemed to be at odds with business vendors, staff , and even clients. With no direct involvement, there was little I could say or do to help him. Added to that, Tyler was involved in an incident at our engagement party in May 2015, which led to court and lawsuits, so you can imagine the stress levels in my household.
Trouble seemed to find Tyler with ease. So much so that we broke up in July 2015 after I walked out of our shared house. I cancelled the wedding and everything. But then I felt this invisible elastic band snap me right back to him. My emotions ran high and my anxiety higher still until I agreed to work it out and resume the wedding plans. I was baffled to say the least. This was not typical behavior for me. When I decide to do something, I rarely change my mind. Maybe I loved him more than I thought, I rationalized to myself.
The big day arrived on September 6, 2015. It was raining when the limo pulled up to the house to take my wedding party to the ceremony and reception location. I thought everything was perfect, and if it wasn't, it was no longer important.
Upon my arrival, the ceremony was about to begin. Everyone was seated. My son was standing by my side to whisk me down the aisle. I walked slowly but surely along the white carpet, which had been laid out just for me. The lights flashing all around me barely registered as I watched my soon-to-be husband ahead. Finally, I took my place by his side. My veil hung perfectly down my back. My maid of honor adjusted the bottom of my dress but I didn't look at her. The officiant recited the agreed upon words but I heard nothing. Somewhere in the depths of my mind all the words must have registered, as I lifted my hand to have the sapphire and platinum ring placed on my finger.
Next, we were moved to a table to sign the wedding contract. I took my seat and my now-husband stood beside me. Someone placed a pen in my hand and pointed at where I had to sign.
Before the wedding, I had already decided I would not be changing my name. I signed with my full name: Kimberly-jo Wuirch
And that's when it happened ...
My whole life changed in an instant. The second after I signed my name on that dotted line I was FREE. I felt it as clearly as if I had been slapped in the face. Whatever had bound me to Tyler had just been released. That invisible elastic band had disintegrated. I carefully covered my face so as not to show my shock and amazement. I could not tell anyone! In that split-second I knew my marriage was over before it had even begun. But I could not do anything about it. For the remainder of this wedding day I had to hide every thought and emotion I experienced. No one would understand, as even 'I' did not understand exactly what was going on. But one thing I knew for certain, was that somewhere, somehow, I had made an agreement with Tyler that we would marry, and I was bound to that commitment. Once fulfilled, however, I was released from that agreement, and it had happened the moment I signed my name.
During the first dance with my husband, my only thought was, what am I going to do now that my marriage is over?
I made it through my wedding day on autopilot. This was certainly not what I expected it to be like. Naturally I wanted to try to make things work between us so I made no immediate move to do anything. I told no one. How could I even begin to explain? Within days it was clear to me that with the release of whatever had taken place, my feelings for Tyler went too. I felt nothing at first. No love, hate, nor anything in between. There was nothing between us. Still, I persisted because I felt that I had made a promise. As the days passed, his anger and depression grated on me.
Then he gave me an ultimatum. He told me to choose between him and my spirituality. He had never shown any interest in my spiritual affairs nor did I expect him to. However, spirituality took up more and more of my time and he became resentful of that. He said it was taking me away from him. I cannot deny that, as it WAS taking me away from him. I had changed and he had not. I understood that. He said if I did not give up the spiritual stuff, I should only do it when he was not around. He asked me to not do it 100 percent of the time and I told him spirituality was 100 percent a part of me, and he could either take it or leave it.
For the first time in my life I had found something that made me truly happy. I had found purpose and meaning in my life. Anyone that wanted to take that away from me was viewed as a threat. That threat rapidly became resentment as I felt judged. Trying to take away my spirituality was like trying to take away my son. I would fight to the death for it.
Our marriage lasted until October 29, 2015, less than two months after taking our vows.
A disagreement turned into a fight, which turned into me asking for a divorce. He moved out of our house and into our cottage where he remained while the separation papers were filed and signed. I sold the house we lived in and moved into a rental house. He remained in the cottage we had built together and I never saw him again.
The end.
Later, I learned that Tyler and I were lovers in a past life and I had made a contract with him before coming to Earth for this lifetime. In that past life I was a man, Tyler was a woman, and we were planning to get married. For some reason, I had to leave and I told him I would make it up to him. I had agreed to marry him, but in that life, something happened and I was unable to fulfill that agreement, so it carried forward in my Akashic Records. Since the agreement was only to get married, once that had been fulfilled, the contract dissolved and there was nothing more to bind us together.
I have since learned that there are better ways to clear contacts, deals, and agreements that no longer serve us from our Akashic Records. I am grateful to have gained this ability, which I use to help my clients so they don't have to go through what I did. I share this knowledge with you later in chapter 20.
CHAPTER 2
The Beginning
On August 4, 2015, a month before my wedding, I received a lunch request via text from a total stranger named Ken who claimed to know my friend Teza and wanted to meet me. I pondered the request before I text messaged Teza and asked, "Do you know this Ken guy and is he some sort of weirdo creeper? He asked to meet me for lunch. Any clue why?"
Teza responded almost immediately, "Ha, Ha! Yes, he's harmless. We were all talking about you at an event yesterday and he just wants to meet you, to know who we were talking about. He's new to the area and doesn't have many friends."
Teza had been in Calgary for another large spirit expo . She was staying at my house again, but I was at work when I received the text from Ken.
I texted Teza back and thanked her. Then I texted Ken back agreeing to meet him at a public place. I was still suspicious of his motives but I didn't tell him that. I chose to meet him a sushi restaurant as it was a favorite of mine. I figured if he harassed me I could always poke him in the eye with a chopstick. Not as good as a sharp stick but I can be resourceful when push comes to shove.
I arrived at the restaurant first and notified the staff that my guest would be arriving shortly. Then I texted Ken to let him know I was already there.
Ken arrived shortly after. He took a seat across from me and we introduced ourselves. I began assessing him in the way I do as an empath. There were no warning signs. He was not a danger to me, but I was not ready to let down my guard yet. He was enthusiastic and curious. I noticed he asked a lot of questions as a way of deflecting any personal questions about himself. He was more than happy to talk about himself, so long as he was the one choosing the topics. I was fine with that and let him chatter away as I listened politely and tried to figure out why we were here.
He seemed to want to impress me but not for the usual reasons. I noticed there was no attraction between us. I found this very curious indeed as I am often deflecting sexual advances from men. Yet this attractive, fit male clearly had no desire for me whatsoever. Even if he tried to hide it, I would have known. I finally decided I must not be his type. So, as he listed his certifications, I wondered why he was trying to impress me with his many qualifications and skills. Then I realized it came from deep insecurities.
He was not grounded at all, which explained why he rambled on constantly without taking a breath. It also explained his hyper behavior. I guess he finally realized he had done most of the talking and had not learned anything about me, so he returned to peppering me with questions. My answers were short and to the point. Then he started grilling me about my spiritual qualifications as a healer. Again, my answers were brief. I still did not know what his motivation was, so I decided not to divulge any more information than necessary.
He asked me to tell him the state of his chakras right there at the table. His experience had probably been that most people were more than willing to prove themselves. But he had never met me before. Unlike other people he may have met, I do not feel the need to prove myself to anyone. The first thing that went through my mind was, if this guy had all these qualifications, why couldn't he assess his own damn chakras? How could he not know his root chakra was totally closed and his sacral chakra was only half functional? Did this guy know anything about spiritual healing at all?
Then came the light bulb moment. I saw through him like saran wrap. It's not that he really wanted me to prove myself at all. It's that he wanted free healing. Now the question was why?
Continuing to play along, I told him, "Your sacral chakra is barely functional and your root is non-functional. You might want to work on that."
He asked if I would clear it for him.
"Sure," I said, "text me later and we can talk about it." I was brushing him off, thinking this was the last time I would see him. He was going on a ten-day meditation the next day and I had a wedding coming up.
Later that day, he texts me asking if I could work on his sacral chakra and root chakra for him. I replied that he could book an appointment with me at a rate of $80 like the rest of my clients. He said he was leaving for his meditation retreat the next day, so that would not be possible. I replied, "See you after the wedding then ."
I knew he needed healing, but I would not let anyone devalue my services. Many people do not value a gift unless they give something in exchange. I felt this was true in his case. I did not appreciate the way he expected me to give him something for free with no offer of compensation. We were at a standstill, and honestly, I never expected to hear from him again.
In my mind, I wished him well and hoped his ten-day meditation retreat brought him the healing he so desperately needed.
CHAPTER 3
Deep Healing
To my surprise, I received a text from Ken during my honeymoon asking how I was. I told him I was on my honeymoon and I would get back to him when I had returned to the real world. True to my promise, I did. Tyler and I spent our honeymoon at our nearby cottage, but I needed that time to sort through what had happened at the wedding.
I politely asked Ken about his meditation retreat, but he told me very little. He asked about my wedding and honeymoon, but I told him very little. Then he shocked me and asked if we could exchange healing services. He suggested that we take turns doing healing work on one another as a trade. I thought maybe we would both benefit somehow, so I agreed.
Tyler had planned a hunting trip and was going away for five days, so I told Ken we would have the house, and my healing room, to ourselves to work if he was okay to make the journey from Calgary to Airdrie. My son always came home with me aft er school and then went to his Dad's for the night, so we set a time aft er that.
Our first get together was spent coming up with a plan. What healing did we need? What would we work on? What skills did each of us bring to the table? We talked into the wee hours before we realized the time. We had become so consumed by our conversation, that evening turned to night, and night turned to 3 a.m. I rushed Ken out the door and threw myself into bed worried I would be exhausted the next day!
I could not figure out how I had lost track of time like that. One topic had led to another effortlessly, ranging from crystals to channeling to healing.
Our second meeting was to do an assessment on Ken and some basic energy work. Once again, he came to my house and we used my healing room. We chatted for a while and then he hopped up on my Reiki table and I did a Reiki session on him. Very quickly I discovered two tears in his auric field, and one of them was quite significant. I told him this and mentioned he would have felt tired and lethargic lately as he was leaking energy like a sieve. He confirmed this was true. I asked if someone had worked on him recently. We were quite sure it was caused by the last healer he had allowed to work on him. Once the tears were sealed up I attempted to work on his root chakra. I was not able to open this, so I cleared as much as I could. Or rather, as much as his body could handle. He seemed happy with the session and grateful his auric field had been repaired. We chatted a while longer before he left for home, which was rather late again.
Our third session was for me, as we agreed we would take turns. This time Ken was going to take me through a simple past life regression. I had only ever done past life regressions on myself, so I was quite intrigued. His method was rapid regression, which was not my preferred method. I found it too fast, which caused me to feel pressured and stressed. I learned nothing significant. I saw myself just after I had been born, as if I were an observer in the crowd. Then my view changed and I was a baby being held by people with light blue skin who were so happy to see me. I felt the love. Somehow, I knew I had just been born on a planet called Sirius and I was known as a Sirian. The vision quickly faded and I was back in the present, but the feeling of their love for me did not fade so quickly. I wish I had learned more but the whole vision passed so fast.
We were not intending to do healing. Rather, we were testing out each other's skills in these initial sessions. For once we called it an early night.
On our fourth session, I offered to take Ken through a past life regression using a guided meditation taken from one of my Sylvia Browne (Harrison, 2002) books, to show Ken the difference in regressing methods. It was much slower and gentler and just as effective. I asked that when he next took me through a past life regression, that he use this technique with me rather than the rapid regression we did the first time.
The fifth session was for Ken. Once again it involved energy work as he seemed to require a lot of it. His auric field had held up well since I last repaired it. I did more energy clearing on him until his body needed a break. Progress was being made, even if it was slow. Once again, I had no success opening his root chakra. I did notice, however, that he had a habit of trying to leave his body during the healing sessions. I did not stop him; instead I just observed this behavior. It seemed he was not consciously aware of it, so I did not mention it for the time being.
The sixth session is when the preverbal shit hit the fan. On my request, Ken would use the guided meditation I provided to ease me into a trancelike state and allow my mind to regress into a past life. Our intention was to deliberately go back to a time when I needed the most healing. We both understood the meditation would only take us so far and at a certain point Ken would have to use his channeling ability and ask the necessary questions to keep things progressing.
(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Awakened Empath"
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