On the tribulations of being bipolar 13 January 2026
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I was diagnosed bipolar during my first episode that occurred beyond my forties after a prolonged period of stress where I had to juggle many difficulties within a high stress environment. After my initial diagnosis, I was told two things that bore significance for me: 1 – People are usually diagnosed as bipolar during their childhood, adolescence or early adulthood as a bipolar episode would have happened by then and 2 – The condition is called generally bipolar without distinction while technically, some people are not bipolar but rather unipolar when the depression component lacks in their mood. In my case, the diagnosis was bipolar even though no depression cycle was ever observed by others nor experienced by me. Together with the fact that I had suffered no previous episode before, this led me to believe that perhaps I was wrongly diagnosed but a request for a new diagnosis was not carried out.
Growing up, I had learnt to cover up my autism (a condition that was later identified but initially overlooked) by assimilating external patterns to cover my social inadequacy such as my incapacity to pick up social cues that everyone seemed to be well aware of. At the same time, I had always felt acutely the changes in atmosphere and had a greater ability to sense when people were lying. I had succeeded in fully masking my autism but for some small events where onlookers witnessed OCD-like behaviour together with a heightened desire to have a succession of habits that comforted me and allowed me to function quasi normally within my family or the broader society. With the bipolar element though, it was difficult to just cover up its effects that went beyond mere social inadequacy. I suffered a repeated bipolar episode when I was subjected to another stressful environment and emerging out of it felt like a victory although it felt like I had to reinvent myself all over again under watchful though uncaring eyes.
At my initial bipolar episode, I had little to no support whether socially or professionally and later on, it became obvious that being ill meant you did not survive as nobody around cared so I gritted my teeth and with the help of meditation, relaxation techniques and my energy healing techniques that I had acquired, I carved out a life that would not collapse at the advent of another bipolar episode. I also made sure I continued my medication even when I felt absolutely fine and even through all my sessions of meditation and energy healings. I wanted to ensure I kept the bipolar episodes at bay because, ultimately, if I let go, it would be the end of any normal social or professional life.
After my second bipolar episode - also stress-induced - I realised that not only do most people not care about people with varying mental disabilities, but they also are somehow either afraid of them or consider them to be childlike and thus incapable of restraint. Therefore, their response when meeting someone bipolar, for example, is to either reject them, be wary and refuse to engage with them normally or try to monitor and micro-manage them, whether in a social or professional context. Despite the various sessions organised by institutions to increase awareness about such medical conditions, the tendency to avoid, belittle, smother or exclude continues both in social and professional environments. This makes it harder for people with non-visible disabilities like us bipolars to thrive within these environments as we are already carrying on a battle within ourselves between the need to perform within our social and professional environments and the effects the ostracism of others has upon us.
Nobody sees or knows of this daily battle because it is cloaked within us as we continue to hide from those who still do not know about our condition, hoping that this would lead to a better social and professional outcome. The most awful thing that can happen for someone like us who has such a condition and does not want others to know for fear of reprisal or ostracism, is when the information is leaked despite our best efforts. This happened to me as my condition was leaked to other colleagues, making my interaction with some of them stilted or just leading to ostracism and/or simple rejection. Some started observing me, trying to pick up on every little oddity that I may express so as to speak about this with others. Partnerships caved in, relationships became tense where they once were normal. Others tried to orient me towards what they thought I should do about my condition and some kept trying to monitor me believing that I should be reduced to the level of a child and could not manage my own condition despite the fact I was working with health professionals on a regular basis and was successfully managing my condition.
I kept this within me for a number of years, still keeping my condition under wraps as much as possible, considering the situation I was in. Lately, however, I decided that I should not need to cover up my condition. The fact that institutions and especially managers within those institutions may not be ready to harbour within them an individual with a condition they do not understand should not stop us from owning what we are. Most of us are resilient and have carved a good life for ourselves despite being bipolar or having another non-visible mental condition. There is also linked to the bipolar condition a great potential for tremendous creativity and productivity, especially for those of us who are unipolar as we don’t sink into depression after the phase where we are experiencing a high. I have also talked to other bipolar individuals and we seem to share one interesting fact which is that during our “high phase”, we have no limitations as everything seems possible so we can solve a lot of problems creatively and while others think out of the box to solve/create/innovate, we just think and see no box thereby applying our mind in infinite ways. This might account for my earlier ability to achieve good grades in school and University without the need for assiduity in my studies and could also account for my good results in chess competitions in the past, before I decided to stop competition in order to concentrate on my family life.
When I look at my own experience and that of others whom I have talked to, I believe society has still got a lot to do to catch up on how individuals with hidden disabilities, more specifically mental conditions, should be treated. This would need the schooling system to generate more awareness and empathy for such conditions and for professional institutions as well as faith based entities to promulgate more favourable conditions for people like us, whether bipolar, autistic, or suffering from another mental condition. Raising awareness is definitely a good step in the right direction but beyond the awareness of the condition, institutions need to be aware, themselves, of the negative biases their employees harbour against people with mental conditions and make sure that there are adequate measures to pick this up and put an end to it. It is not enough to explain how such individuals should be treated, including with fairness and openness/inclusion, there should be a measure of how a particular individual may be subject to unfairness and lack of inclusion. Managers should receive appropriate training if it is found that they have individuals with certain mental conditions within their team. In a world where people who are bipolar like us struggle to perform, where we feel that it is more a jungle than a safe space to grow in, we need the institutions we work for to recognise our contribution and keep us safe from those who increasingly attempt to cut us off merely because they do not know how to interact with us or are afraid of us. The future can only be inclusive because it is by our diversity that we make the greatest progress, not by our uniformity.
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Isis help to Osiris and prayer to be empowered in heaven 6 December 2025
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Hail to thee Isis, lady of the rainstorm, lover of fire, lady of the temple, slaughterer of the fiends at night, disposer of light, mistress of flames, hacker in pieces in blood, (she who) is within the cavern of her Lord, hiding her creations, carrying away hearts, devouring water, lying down watching to make lamentation for her brother Osiris.
Hail Thoth making to triumph Osiris over his enemies. Horus is, Osiris is and Isis is. Osiris his heart rejoiceth. Horus his heart dilateth with joy. The two regions are at peace through it. Osiris, he hath destroyed his enemies, he hath destroyed evil. He will come forth from fire every.
Hail to thee Osiris, hail to thee Isis, hail to thee Horus. May my heart be to me in the House of hearts. May be to me my heart, may it rest in me. May be to me my mouth (that) I may speak with it, my two legs to walk. Be opened to me the doors of Heaven. May make strong Anubis my legs to rise up for myself. I know my heart. I have gained power over my heart. I have gained power over my two hands and arms. I have gained power over my feet. Not shall be imprisoned my soul (with) my body (at) the gates of Amenta, at my entrance in peace and coming forth in peace.
Anet hra’k Aset nebt ãatet mer setau nebt het ã uheset sebãu em mãśeru sert nehepu urś śememet xebt her snef ãmt xen tepeh neb-s ãment qemamu-s Ɵetet hãt qeq mu-s st’er res-s her ãrit kabit her sen-s Ãusãr.
ã Tehuti semaãxeru Ãusãr er xefta-f. Heru pu Ãusãr pu Aset pu ãu Ãusãr ãb-f net-em ãu Heru ab-f ãu ãu ãterti hetep-tu her-s. Ãusãr ter-f xefta-f ter-f tut ãu-f per-f em xet nebt.
Anet hra’k Ãusãr, anet hra’k Aset, anet hra’k Heru ãb-a nã em pa ãbu ãu-nã ãb-ã hetep-f ãm-ã ãu-nã re-ã t’etu-ã am-f ret-ã er śemt un-nã aã en pet serut en Anpu masti-ã Ɵesu er-ã rex-ã em ãb-ã sexem-ã em hãti-ã sexem-ã em ããui-a sexem-ã em ret-ã ãn xenã-tu bã-ã er xat-ã her sebau nu Ãmentet em ãq-ã em hetep pert em hetep.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to the circle in the spiritualist centre of the town I live in. This was the first time I went to such a meeting and I was surprised when I got messages for one of the people in the group. I had experienced seeing ghosts as a child but I had never received disincarnate messages that were so precise and unrelated to something I could actually see. The lady for whom the messages were intended said that 95% of what she received through me was accurate and she expected that some of the messages were going to be useful in dealing with a certain relationship in the fall.
Like when I was a child and had finally realised that what I saw was a ghost and not a living person, this time too I was hesitant to re-establish a bond with the spirit world that transcended the mere sphere of dreaming. Indeed, I had had - since a young age - dreams of myself being a priestess in ancient Egypt and while I did not remit what it was as a child, I found out during my adolescence the meaning of the symbols I saw in my dreams. Some of the dreams in my adulthood and later years included myself speaking words that I later found out to be from ancient Egypt.
The experience I had lately was compounded by the words of a medium who spoke about my ability for healing and emphasized that I was to establish a greater bond with the spirit world. In order to re-assess the scope of what was happening and also to create some distance or space for me to be able to decide how to move forward, I decided to pause my visits to the circle. Indeed, this circle was meant for individuals who wanted to develop their inner gifts and while I had gone there to increase my ability to heal, I ended up with something that was quite different from what I expected.
The medium, whom I had been in contact with during the regular Thursday meetings of the centre, had mentioned that I was using in my healing information that I was getting from the spirit world and was blending this with the healing that I had been trained to do (Pranic healing and Reiki) as well as with the natural abilities I had. I knew of these natural abilities as they had helped heal my father earlier – before I even knew that I had the ability to heal. It therefore seemed that even though I was not consciously aware of it, I was already getting messages from the spirit world and using it in my healing, which meant that I could also use these messages to communicate important matters to the living around me.
I will be off work this week as I took time off to be with my sons who are visiting me from Geneva but I intend to attend the Wednesday circle meeting to see how things evolve. If I start getting more and more messages like the first time I attended the circle, then I guess I will leave it to develop into an actual mediumship ability, the spirit world willing. I will write more about this as things evolve one way or the other.
Ma’at - Spiritual Music of Ancient Egypt | Meditation, Prayer, Relaxation, Healing Ambient Sound
For the longest time ever, I have felt I have no kinship with Earth and it felt like a foreign land. Even in my childhood, I would look up at the stars and know in my heart that my true home was out there and I was the proverbial “million miles from home”. As a young child I did not have many friends and tended to always sit on my own when there were breaks at the school I was going to. It was called the Good Shepherd Convent and was, as you could guess, a school for female students only. My parents were of opposing religions and from countries that did not see eye to eye with each other. He was a Tamilian black Indian Hindu and she was a white Tunisian Muslim. They couldn’t have been further apart and their life together was a story in itself but I might talk about that later.
As a teenager, I still had that yearning feeling to go back home but I was able to mask it better and was sociable enough to make friends although I could count them on one hand. The friends I made, I was very loyal to and shared a deep connection with. Later on, as a young woman in a University in Nabeul this was still the case. At University, I tended to embrace what others called lost causes and one of them consisted of a direct clash with a special group of Muslim brotherhood called “Ekhwan Al Jihad” or the brothers of the Jihad (holy war). These people, whose shortened name was “Khwanjia” for all of us Tunisians resisting their backward rules and oppression, had gained a disproportionate level of power and Bourguiba, the President at that time, did not seem able to easily get rid of the hold they had – something that Ben Ali had been able to do after he orchestrated a coup against Bourguiba several years later.
Meanwhile, one of the higher level recruits of this brotherhood who lived on the same campus, had gotten besotted with me and decided I was to become his wife. He was very surprised at my resistance and later on, he joined those who would stop us from going to the University in our western attire and threw the large and heavy lid of a dustbin at me in one of his hate-fuelled acts against me. We were all wearing just jeans and normal sweatshirts or shirts that were buttoned to the top but they could not bear the sight of us, refusing to cover our heads and wear long dresses or skirts instead of what they perceived as “figure-hugging, male-enticing jeans from hell”.
There were other happenings where this madman tried to hurt me but I evaded most of the time his hateful attacks. I then changed University to go to ENSI in Tunis, a University for IT engineers but decided to leave after two years because the level of power and hate-fuelled acts of the Khwanjia had gotten too much to bear. With my very Hindu name of Geetha which related to the Bhagavat Gita, one of the holiest books in Hinduism, I stood a lot to lose if the Khwanjia were to seek me out and do God knows what to me. My path had always been one of peaceful resistance but that did not stop them from beating us, attempting to tear our hair out of our heads or throwing stones and other large objects at us.
I finally left for Geneva rather than Paris because I felt I could not handle Paris after being in such a small place as Tunis. Geneva was a lovely quiet town which I enjoyed living in a lot even though the immigration rules were quite tough in order to get there. Throughout the time in Tunis as a young woman, it had always been about resistance and avoiding getting into trouble with the Khwanjia so I had not thought much about my ultimate goals but as the quiet of Geneva seeped into me, my previous levels of extraneity took over and I started to feel homesick again, wanting to be out there in the stars.
Life took over while I still stayed firmly entrenched in my dreams of going to sleep and waking up in a planet I could call home again. I went through two marriages and had children from my second marriage whom I loved more than myself to the point of concentrating all my energy on them and almost feeling at home on Earth. Things had gone awry with my first husband because the values we lived by were at odds and he had issues he had never disclosed to me before our marriage. Things went awry with my second marriage as well leaving me in a situation where I was taking care of my children almost single-handedly and our expenses as well as the tax situation were making our financial situation stretched and our relationship as tense as it could ever be.
A break came in the form of a posting I was given in Dubai in 2007, where I was told there were no taxes on income and it seemed like a good idea to go there and at least ease the financial burden on us. Initially, my ex-husband was supposed to come and see if this could change things and he did come to visit in September 2007 but he did not want to lose his position as a Partner in the law firm he was working at so he decided not to join us, after which I decided to file for divorce in the fall of 2008.
In Dubai, I gained more financial freedom initially and was able to start reading again, not having to clean up everything and have to always cook like I was doing during my time with my second husband. I had a cook and a maid taking care of everything that needed to be taken care of. It was lovely to be able to keep my mind occupied with more than just my work and the children’s needs and I started even envisaging to write again. Suddenly things got out of hand in 2010 and I then created a blog to report most of what was happening, share literary produce such as poems and short stories I wrote or share my artwork. What happened from that fated date of August 12, 2010 (note that my birthday is August 12) is mostly laid out in my blog so I will not reiterate what I already wrote. This break in my life, though deeply disturbing and painful, brought out the spiritual side of me again and all that I had been thinking about during my teenage years and as a young woman began to take shape again.
After 2010 I became involved in several charitable endeavours and worked towards trying to make the Earth a better place, one person at a time, changing the sides of myself I felt did not sit well with the person I wanted to be. So many things happened, the culmination of which pushed me to the path of healing which I embraced wholeheartedly starting first with the study of Pranic healing after having experienced healing people with just the healing touch – later on, I became a Reiki Master and worked with Bach flowers remedies. The more I healed people, the more I felt myself being drawn into what I perceived as myself roaming the Earth in sleep, healing others in my dreams. At one point in Dubai, while I was doing a distance healing I felt inclined to create an energy pattern that was all around me. This became a daily work and I was given to know that I was building a Merkabah using Indian mudras.
Several months later, the Merkabah was apparently ready and I experienced in my dreams what I later understood were astral travels. I did not remember much of those travels which I relegated to the dream world so as to keep my drive to work and take care of my children during the daytime. As the years passed by, I started having the conviction that I had to build more points of energy in the Merkabah so that it could work for much longer distances. This was achieved in January 2017 and I experienced a great deal of light entering my body after which my astral travels became clearer. After a few days, around end January, however, I realised that the Merkabah had been ruined and I could not get back to weaving it.
The points of energetic alignment using mudras were no longer leading anywhere as if my mind could not make them properly anymore. My Merkabah had truly been broken beyond repair and I could do nothing about it as my correct weaving of mudras had been damaged. The years 2017 to 2019 dragged on until the passing of my mother in summer of 2019. Somehow, her demise triggered something that made my pattern of mudras able to align correctly to create the Merkabah again. I am still weaving slowly but surely and I know the Merkabah should be fully ready at least by 2026, perhaps for my birthday in that year to be a day of fulfilled hope again. I had fallen but I may just be able to go home and bask in blue again.
Protection from enemies and prosperity 21 April 2025
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Those of you who have read all my blogs will know that I consider myself a white witch and that I have been healing people since 2014 quite successfully. They would also know that I first dreamt of the ancient Egyptian rites before I found out through google what they actually were and was able to use some of those wordings in prayers and spells. Since I actually bought the Egyptian Book of the Dead, I have re-arranged the rites to include a first prayer which I used upon myself yesterday – quite successfully I think.
Today I have derived a new prayer where I subject myself to the protection of Isis and Ra so as to be safeguarded against my ill-wishers and request of Isis to join her strength to that of Ra (by sitting next to him) and grant me prosperity that flows before them. After publishing this prayer, I shall also recite it a large number of times and see the outcome. I will of course also continue to read the book and seek more knowledge as well as more ways to use the rites for a positive outcome within the living. Here is the second prayer and I am also including some nice Egyptian music I was listening to.
The Book of the Dead can serve the Living 20 April 2025
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I first encountered the Egyptian rites within dreams when I was living in Dubai and words that actually represented these rites came into my dreams and then lingered during daytime. I started noting down all that was coming to my mind and then used them quite often in my blogging after I googled some of the words and realised that these were ancient Egyptian words, some of which were derived from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.
At the same time I was experimenting with these rites, I was also learning how to heal myself and others using the energy present in the Universe (I first started out with pranic healing in 2017 and then recently became a Reiki Master in 2024). I found out that some of the rites actually increased energy levels to incredible heights and some of the levels were not fully sustainable by our human bodies, most likely because they were meant to be directed towards our higher consciousness.
This past week, I decided to actually purchase the Book of the Dead in order to experiment with it until I could derive spells (those of you who have read all my blogs will know that I consider myself a white witch) that could harness levels of energy for healing that would be sustainable by the human body yet be linked with our higher consciousness. It seemed to me that fully comprehending the rites and re-forming them to make them apply to the living by adding some words or removing others would be a good basis for healing spells. I am at the beginning of this journey of discovery and will obviously only use myself as test subject.
After some initial trials, I realised that one good possibility to harness spiked energy levels would be to put myself as test subject under the protection of the Gods of Egypt (sit among the Gods) while at the same time working towards making my oversoul connect with my Earthen consciousness. I am still at the beginning of the book and it holds many secrets which I yearn to discover quickly but I know I will have to be patient as I must take care of my daily tasks such as my job and all the other things I do. My first trial at my ambitious task is reproduced in the below recording. As and when I combine different portions of rites from various parts of the book, I will publish the resulting recording.
When you are into healing (whether the planet, people, yourself or other sentient beings), there comes a time in your life when the concept of having a great time out with friends bears not much of a sense to you anymore. It is not that you don’t like your friends anymore or don’t want to be with them, it is just that the concept of “hanging out” as perceived by your friends bears no kinship with the meaning of having a good time as you envision it.
This is not something that I have always been experiencing as there was a time when I would not mind “hanging out” with friends (both male and female) and being silly and having fun. I still don’t mind having fun but the awkwardness that has crept into this having fun where people find it necessary to plaster their facebook, Instagram, tiktok or other more physical walls with stills or videos of them screaming, gesticulating or performing other wild actions and voice streams just does not appeal to me anymore – if it ever had really appealed to me. I also tire of some whose narcissistic display goes beyond conveying just a photo of them feeling happy but includes several videos of face and increasingly naked body shots of themselves with different kinds of music. Result is unfollow, unfollow, unfollow…
Beyond that slight growing distaste of the splashing of these sometimes crude moments (I have seen some displaying the main character throw up repeatedly to the chorus of her friends laughing) for others to see as if they would not be satisfactory in and of themselves but would only take on meaning if others were to look at them and enjoy them, endorsing this enjoyment by a like applied to this display, I realised that I was growing tired of this whole type of exterior itself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind people sharing nice moments when they are happy or landscapes of where they have been and I too take photos that I post on Instagram or facebook but they don’t go beyond conveying this positive message. The almost fake screaming and going wild to compete with other streams where people seem wild has just become too much of drama to bear, especially when I compared it to the seemingly endless suffering of other human beings in distress whether because of war, hunger, both or other reasons.
I started slowly realising that I not only don’t enjoy these crude or sad messages anymore but I simply feel the need to withdraw from these manifestations of an overwhelming desire to appear to have fun – for the sake of the camera – and forget the fun itself. Unfollow.. unfollow… The resulting stream on facebook and Instagram is mainly of my extended family, some good friends and some meaningful videos put together by organisations that want to convey a message.
Nowadays, I mostly enjoy actual artsy moments with people singing, dancing or drawing/painting and most of all, I enjoy watching children having fun on and off camera. The view of nature (whether landscapes, birds or animals) also appeals to me far more than the forced enjoyment of human beings. I find that in my life as well, I interact more and more with children and nature and my only interactions with older human beings are for my daily work, the times when I go to the gym and of course when I walk outside or heal people.
My healing of people would have become all-encompassing if I did not have a daily job. I feel compelled to do it and am so much happier when I can dedicate my time to healing others, myself and Mother Earth. It is sometimes so strong that when I merely think of healing somebody else and have not yet started the healing, that person would send me a message saying they feel so much better. I wonder whether it is the placebo effect or the fact that with the strong intention being outside of time, the effect was already manifesting itself before I had begun (a quantum level of healing).
Plunging into this healing world and my inner thoughts, meditation and awareness has made me distance myself more and more from the outer world. It is as if that world were disappearing into a great void, a black hole yet at the same time it burns as bright as an enormous flame. I sometimes wonder whether I would open my eyes and see that there was nothing around anymore, just emptiness and a new world rebuilding, much better than it was. Then I open my eyes and see more killing, more pain, more fear and again gear myself towards healing, inward, outward, all-encompassing. I heal and I keep my faith in human beings because before some wound or a cumulative array of wounds forced them into a warped sense of adulthood that lost the inner child, they were children too.
This weekend I attended my reiki level one course. Those who know me are aware that I do pranic healing after having taken successfully the 5 levels of pranic healing courses at the Grand Master Choa Kok Sui centre in Dubai. I have been doing pranic healing since 2017 after having initially started doing energy healing in 2013. I wasn’t sure what to expect with reiki but had heard a lot of good things about it. The course surpassed anything I could expect and was given by a young enthusiastic and knowledgeable lady, Justine Nolan, who was very communicative and empathetic. She did the first level attunement in four stages and this worked really well rather than having just one attunement for level one. Already after the first attunement, I was able to connect to reiki and feel it flow through my body.
The process with reiki was very different from what I had experienced with pranic healing. In pranic healing for example, every practice starts with prayers to a number of entities that included God, our angelic guides, our Masters, including those ascended, our teachers, etc. With reiki healing, all that was required was to go through a process called dry brush before the gassho meditative pose, enabling us to request reiki to flow through us. One other salient feature that I found interesting is that the practitioner in reiki is a recipient through which reiki flows for the benefit of the patient and does not alter the outcome of where reiki flows and how it does so while in pranic healing the practitioner can flow prana to one region instead of the other. Given this difference in control, the practitioner in reiki healing cannot harm the patient inadvertently while in pranic healing, if the practitioner charges too much a certain chakra or too little, the outcome of the session changes considerably. I also liked the fact that unlike with pranic healing where we use a device to get rid of the diseased energy (bowl of water with salt or burning with thought), reiki does not contain the notion of contamination and therefore there is no “diseased energy” to get rid of. There is only the sharing of reiki and no fear related reactions are attached to this sharing of energy.
There are other differences in dealing with the chakras, but I will keep them for later, after I have attended reiki level 2 in July and finally the master level course some months after that. In the meantime, if any of you want to share reiki, feel free to drop me an email and I will see if it is possible to accommodate your request.
For those of you who have read my blog titled Spiritual progression and Aura report, you would know about the evolution of my aura during the journey of healing I am going through. I had not mentioned in that blog, though, the way I came to the journey of healing. It is something that does not seem probable when you know the life journey I had been upon which was mainly taking care of my family and working in the financial services industry to cater for my family’s needs. Such a life seemed really far away from anything esoteric in nature and definitely away from myself bein g capable to heal others.
Going back in time around 2013, I would like to explain how this journey of healing was brought about on me. Suffice to say that my father was living in an old people’s home in India, had experienced several heart failures and was left with triple vessel block in the arteries around the heart. He had lost usage of his feet so was carried to the toilet and had to also be carried and given a shower. He was unable to eat on his own so was spoon-fed. The director of the home called my sister and myself and asked us to take him home so he could die in peace. The prognostic on his life was at most three weeks. As I was the closest to India, living in Dubai, I volunteered for this undertaking and had him brought to Dubai. During the first week he was with me, I was constantly with him and kept his hands in my hands. I slowly noticed a betterment until he was able to have a shower on his own the first week, able to eat and go to toilet on his own the second week and able to walk about the house by the third week. In less than two months, he was able to walk around the house, around the garden and go up and down the stairs as well as cook himself some foods. It was like a miracle and my father not only survived that year but lives till now in 2023 and is able to walk about and eat on his own.
After that unplanned healing, I went about learning about healing, mainly pranic healing (prana or energy within the Universe – in the sun, on trees, in the Earth, etc) with the GMCKS centre in Dubai. To date, I have healed around 40 people in Dubai and 10 people in the UK and it has been a journey of self-discovery and evolution. From the initial stages of pure pranic healing according to the GMCKS rites to the current stage of healing which is a mix of pranic healing, crystal healing, herb healing, bach remedies healing and what I have coined as frequency healing, I have always been able to discover much of the person I was healing as well as of myself. An important factor of my healing is that it is based on truthfulness and respect and gives forth healing not just to the person I heal but also to me. Time and time again, I have initiated the healing, requesting the help of a number of spiritual allies and ended up with a completely healed person (most of the time) as well as with myself extremely energized. For those that had more difficult ailments though, it took several sessions in order to heal them completely.
When I speak of frequency healing, the idea is to synchronize with the person to heal, to try to guess the frequencies that the person would respond to best and to then choose amongst existing songs or instrumental pieces the ones that would contain the maximum frequencies desired. These would merge with the person’s frequencies and, by resonance, heal them with the blend into new beneficial frequencies, leaving a harmonious body at the end of the blending. Once the best pieces found, the energizing of chakras is followed by playing those pieces while invoking either the God or Goddess avatar to request them to distribute the frequencies evenly within the body of the person. The choice of the God and Goddess avatars would be either from within my field of belief or the person’s field of belief if the frequencies chosen corresponded to that person’s culture. The effect of going through these frequencies as a vector applied to inhaling those frequencies and requesting the help of the God/Goddess avatars, increased manifold the level of my own energy while healing remnants of problems within the person’s body. When the God/Goddess avatars were not from my belief system, it broadened my horizons and left me with a desire to discover not only that person’s belief system but also their culture and language.
From the journey of healing that started in 2013-2014 to today, there has been much progress made and what makes me hopeful is that I know there will be much more progress to make. I am now on the journey of understanding properly the usage of herbs and crystals as well as working more with essential oils and spells, in order to reach a holistic level of healing that will be all encompassing. I know that every move forward will open a new door so that the healing reaches its highest level on Earth and I may dedicate the remainder of my lifetime to learning new ways of healing, such as full Egyptian magic, to incorporate within what I already have and make these ways of healing available to a larger part of the population. So mote it be.
Ancient Egyptian Healing prayer:
Music flooded head
13 November 2020
In the beginning
the rhythm set to basic
primordial human
Melodies renewed
Frontal lobe early signal
of evolution
Healing sounds soothed soul
Leading out of deep caverns
where darkness fought light
It mends in two keys
reconciling opposites
the rift now repaired
Prime numbers plotted
a pathway to fixing scores
for blindness to treat
First light restored sight
Reviving sounds tickled ear
Music flooded head
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