A "48 hour peek" into the life of a Shaman · Fire Heart Mystery School

A "48 hour peek" into the life of a Shaman

Feb 7, 2021, during the beginning of COVID,

I worked at the largest spa in Canada, boasting 40k square feet of european magical medicine, with 9 unique saunas, mud from Germany, massage rooms and an outdoor pool overlooking the mountains and lakes... and 3.5 million Swarovski crystals at Sparkling Hills Resort.

I had a crystal rain session, which is our signature version of essential oil raindrop therapy...9 different oils used.

As soon as I got started in her feet and the aroma of lavender filled the air, visuals of my new spirit guide started showing up in my head.

Smiling I thought...ohhh...this is a first...

Then the questions came, why?

Flashes of the pyramids, flowers, Sarita, flowers, dark chocolate eyes.

Flowers...

Flowers....

As I rubbed the oils into this woman’s feet, I allowed myself to be pulled into the lavender’s energy.

I don’t really remember a lot, just the energy, and at the end, her releases in her neck were significant.

When she came out of the room, she locked eyes with me and said, “what’s your specialty?”

Ack!! I stumbled over my words as I wanted to say “love...energy” but, who is this woman and she just called me out!

She saw my struggle and said, I ask because you took me to an embryo... I was flying and saw angels ...

So I’d like to know what you do outside of this place.

GASP! “you’re onto me!” we both laughed. “Yes, I’m an osteopath and I can tell you’ve been doing this for a long time.”

She stayed open so I told her my background and that my guides energy showed up in the room and I felt like we had gone to the pyramids of Teotihuacan.

As we walked out of the area, she said she had set her intent for a reset and she was leaving this afternoon, “well, going back to being an embryo is a pretty decent reset, well done!” I replied.

I thanked her for sharing as I don’t get a lot of feedback of people’s experiences at the spa. We shared a still moment and she went on her way.

I see a don Miguel Ruiz video of him playing piano, as I clock out and start walking down the hill to my car. #timing

Overwhelming emotions take over as I start processing what happened.

It’s dead quiet in the middle of the woods, as I start the car, sitting in silence, my phone connects to bluetooth...”No One Like You” blasts through my speakers full volume.

Meltdown ensues, deep release starts as it travels into my solar plex, a collection of human voices pierces through my awareness, “Angela, you’re not special!” with their eyes glaring into mine.

Gasping, THIS SOUND comes out of me...not a yell or scream...screeching...chest aching...gut wrenching screech that shocked me to my core...I brought my hands to my chest supporting my ribs as I assessed if any of them were going to choose to break.

The intense pain...the tears...as the Scorpions sang.

I gave it to the trees...right in front of me as I held myself, my heart, my inner child...visions of World of Warcraft harpies, shooting my night elf’s bow and arrow, killing them in Darnassus...being killed in Darnassus by them...that is where I heard that noise before...too much...

The next day was a thankful grind, 6 massages, 2 of them sports, half hour lunch...physical workout, turned my energy dials way down and allowed my body to process and release what needed to go.

My warrior was out in full form.

The guy who called me a witch when I first started at Sparkling Hill, was standing with the other male staff member, I had my arm up stretching on the door frame, while we talked, “what sports do you do?” “I trained White Tiger Kung Fu for over a decade… taught a little”

They both are active and one teaches. The teacher’s ego started up, he knew my martial arts school, talking trash about my instructor, then turns to me with a big grin on his face, “we should train one day!”

“Sure, I look forward to kicking your ass.”

(deadpan, still stare...you are not the alpha here, disrespect is not welcome. Expanding my energy field, I am my own alpha, you do not scare me, permeated in my head and into the room).

“JUST KIDDING!!” pulling in fairy energy voice, grins and skips down the hallway with them to get our next clients.

Later in the evening, the other man jokes with me, tries to hold my hand and pretend to walk into the massage room with me where the client is waiting, like he’s going to help me with my next massage.

... humans are weird ...

That night, yoga, meditation, hot bath and dreamt of bursting into flames in the shape of an Eagle.

5 years later…

After everything I have experienced…

I finally may be ready to put my hands on humans again.

Maybe.

The question is…

Are they ready.

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