“Can you help me w/ my auto-immune disorder? I am deteriorating fast. My whole body is shutting down especially on the right side. If I wasn’t getting hemo-globulin injections monthly I would not be able to use my right arm and hand.”

My first question to her was, “Were you abused as a child? Physically? Sexually??” She replied, “Both”

It started when I was nine years old as I was being abused by a stepfather. I was repeatedly abused between age nine and fourteen, most of it sexual.

For someone who has not studied this for 20 years it might seem like a leap to connect auto-immune disorders and sexual abuse. As I met this lady there were many signals that stimulated my question to her about abuse. I could have waited to hear her story, but the bigger question is how much time does this lady have? If her body is shutting down what has it been trying to tell her for a long time? She was ready to connect the dots this day and asked how can I heal this?

I said first thing you need to do is talk about it to your family. Needless to say she had held it inside all of these years telling no one. She said it sounded really strange to tell me that during this time she remembered sleeping with a kitchen knife under her pillow. I agreed and said these were the things she needed to share with family now, to clear out all the secrets. In addition to opening up to her family she needed to write about it in a journal. We worked out a routine for her including doing the breathing work every day to help her connect more deeply to her subconscious and emotions. As we get her connecting more deeply and finding more safety in her body I expect her immune system to come into balance…

Let me know if you find these questions and answers interesting and I will continue…

Love, David

This email came in recently from someone doing the exercises and the work in HEALING, she agreed to have it posted on the blog.

“I saw your post regarding the book and wanting to know where people were coming into blocks and how they could get help moving past them. I really had issues with the sexual abuse section. Although I have not ever been physically abused I realized that I have some serious pain in this area that has shaped my entire life. I know it is something that runs through my lineage and am ready to clear it for all of them but aside from getting really disoriented and angry when I read the section in your book I get nervous when it comes to letting go of it. I think it is the fear that lives in my 3rd chakra that I am ready to release. My will holds on for dear life and keeps me in a tight ball because it has lied to me all these years that if I let go it will all unravel. Now, as much as I know that’s not true is as hard as it is to let go.

I wrote out the 3 most significant life events that have shaped who I am today. Maybe this can help someone else in a similar situation (or even myself)….Ready to let go and move on!!! This was all really hard to get out — and I thank you for letting me share the old ’story’.

The first memory that comes to mind is also my first déjà vu. I have déjà vu in my life in times I have deemed as make it or break it events in which I see different outcomes but don’t have a choice of which one I take. My best friend and I were about 7 yrs old taking my dog for a walk down the street from my parent’s house. We went a few houses further than we normally do toward the main street. A brown Cadillac comes to a slow roll alongside us. The driver rolls down his window to start talking to us . . . I don’t know what he says as I stiffen up with a vision of this scene having happened at another time with a different ending – me talking a walk alone, same outfit, same cloudy day, same car but am being taken away in this car. My friend and I go about our business, neither talking about the creepy man who obviously had ill intentions while looking at two innocent young girls.

A similar scene flashes in my mind of being about 11 years old riding my bike happily up and down the neighborhood hill — something I hadn’t done in a while as I thought I was getting too old for it, so proud of myself for being able to steer my bike with no hands. At the bottom of the hill I stop and prepare for the trek back up as a car slowly rolls by.  A nice looking younger gentleman in a suit and a tie in his early 30’s calls me over and asks me directions. Honestly, I am so excited that someone older would assume that I actually know directions. I was concentrating on giving him the right directions and didn’t notice what was going on…. there he is looking at me with a big grin not saying a word or acknowledging what I telling him. I look down and realize although he is in a blazer and tie, he isn’t wearing any pants. I don’t think I have to go further with that description. I hop back on my bike in fear and race back to my house, heart racing out of my skin, on the verge of tears. A rush of relief comes past me as I see my father pulling the lawnmower out of the garage and my mom watering the plants. My saviors, the ones who would never let anything bad happen to me. Just as I pull up to stop in front of my house, the car slowly drives by, the pedophile glaring at me and then racing off at the sight of my parents.

I parked my bike in the garage and quickly ran into the house. I was safe at last. Or was I? That vision haunts me to this day. Were my bike shorts inappropriate, did they call attention to my figure? Did my new womanly curves draw too much attention? I have never told my parents that story and have vowed to myself now that I might need to just to clear the air. I keep it to myself as a center of shame. As if I called that to myself. I was in pure joy, having the most fun I had in the longest time and my childhood was interrupted. I am not sure I looked at any man in the same way after that incident. The scariest part of all to me is that man was driving the same car as the man when I was 7. I shared this story with my peers years later and my friend Jackie who lived near me had a similar experience…. same story, same car. To this day I think it was all the same man. What karma am I working out from the past? Is it better that I evaded the actual physical sexual abuse or is this just as hurtful? I am not able to wrap my head around it.

One last story that happened when I was 12 is the stepping-stone for the rest of my formative years. Every year my family went camping at the beach for a week in the summertime. This was the year of my first real bikini. I had yet to start high school, might have been going into 8th grade that upcoming year even. I was innocently standing at the shoreline when I noticed a guy across the beach. He looked older, maybe 15? Too old for me, but he was surfing so I watched. A while later he came up to talk to me. I then realized that he wasn’t 15 but likely at least 19.  We talked, he quickly asked my age and I told him – twelve – he shuddered and said oh my gosh I thought you were at least 18 from across the beach, that made me nervous as I knew at that time why he wanted to talk to me. I got very nervous and he went on his way. This may seem like an innocent interaction but it was at that point that I realized the power my overt femininity had in this life. From that young age I have garnered unwanted sexual attention from men that I didn’t ask for. It has shaped my personality, my stubborn nature, my need to protect myself from what men ‘want’ me for. Oddly enough I want them to want me for who I am as a person, my inside, my heart, my brain. But if I think they miss out on the fact that I am also a woman, beautiful, sensual and sexual — I am angry. I have walked this wobbly line for all of my adult life. How do I allow my true self to shine through – not be fogged over by the ‘beauty’ of what I look like and not hidden in the box of my intellect?

These 3 stories mark the dust bunny of my sexual abuse story. They formed in my adolescence and have naturally collected more and more dust until I am who others see me as today. I am ready to clear all of this energy, dust, and karma and live the life I intend. The only question is how do I hold space for myself to clear this on my own, without reliving the experience as I try to let go of it? What is the lesson I needed to learn from all of this?”

I have been a little slow on the reporting here…thought I’d give myself a couple of days to rest up. That’s not necessarily been the case, however I did take a break from the blog! I’m back with a quick recap…then I have to get Ruby off to school. First of all I must say I had a pretty awesome time on Sunday. There were several surreal moments of “slip streaming” throughout the day, meaning…it seemed like I had experienced certain moments before, or that I will be experiencing some of them again. Some felt like I had experienced them in my dream states of sleep, nevertheless those moments were mixed in with constant gratitude, joy, excitement and a growing sense of community. That was the best part! People came together in a loving, supportive, ego-less way, and it felt great to be a part of that. Did I say I had a lot of FUN! Well if I didn’t, I say it now, “I had a lot of fun!”

Communicating in front of a large group of people is always an adventure. It strikes me incredibly funny, nothing to be too serious about. Most of the fun comes from my clairaudience, because I am hearing way too much stuff to make logical sense of it - others’ thoughts (positive and negative), feelings, projections, stories, etc…this is where the surreal-ness comes in, but it is also what makes it the adventure. I have lived with it long enough now to be able to ride it and enjoy it. And I need to say, it is sprinkled with so much magic, love and divine humor and play that it fascinates me. Not that it is comfortable, forget comfort. I pulse, vibrate and feel into each chakra and energy center in indescribable ways. Did I say, “I felt very alive?!”

I guess the point here is I am learning to let it flow. To not need to try and control it, or make it less but to let it express through me. To let the Universal Energy Flow through me, to let it express itself as joy, delight, humor and love. Have I told you that I believe the Universe has a tremendous sense of humor and play - well I do believe this. So, I play along with it, and to keep it all in perspective I am clear this moment in time is not about David Elliott. It is about the Power of Love and the force of this energy throughout the Universe…and as participants in this grand adventure, if we the people decide to get along we can have a whole lot of fun! More to come…love, David

If the last two days are any indication of what is going to happen today it should be a lot of fun. I have been vibrating at a very high level, the mere mention of energy and I feel all my chakra’s spinning and my body lit up like a Christmas Tree. I have felt this before but never so far in front of a big event. I will of course be working with my usual intention of having as much fun as possible, sharing, guiding, teaching and most of all spreading the LOVE. Life is good and days like today are definitely “just a bowl of cherries!” Love, David

Hey everyone,

I will be doing the first radio interview for HEALING this Thursday night, if you are around you can listen in. The info is below. Love, David

Thursday, January 28                                                                                                                                                      7pm - 8:15pm PST
David on Positively Psychic, Hosted by Mark Nelson

http://www.para-x.com/live.html

Tune in to Para X radio (http://www.para-x.com) to listen to David speak with Mark Nelson, host of Positively Psychic. Join in the live chat (http://www.para-x.com/live.html) to ask any questions about Healing or inquire more about David’s experiences as a healer. This interview will be archived and available to listen to in the Para X library after the show airs.

I am looking, listening and thinking about ways to create study, and question and answer sessions for HEALING. If you are working with the book, audio or PDF - and you are specifically engaged with the exercises and bumping into your stuff - then you have my attention. I want to know where you are getting stuck, I want to know what you are hitting against. Let me know and I will figure out the best way to help you find the answer to your questions. Love, David

Well, I got another good lesson in giving from Ruby as she came home from school, she said, “Daddy I am going to give the people in Haiti $20. Those quarter’s are not enough! They need more money.” I said, “That’s good. It’s your money and you can do what you want with it.” I smiled thinking about her request to keep her cash recently because she thought she would need it. I think this is an amazing way for her to spend her money.

I am having much gratitude for the rain we are having in Los Angeles. It may cause flooding and some destruction, this is the way with Mother Nature. I went to sleep extra early last night as I prepared to relax, recharge and soak up the moisture in my dreams. I feel very full of life force this morning, of course I have been wide awake since 4am. I hopped out of bed this morning to think, pray and write while the city sleeps. Lately I have been hearing my daughter, Ruby, laughing in her sleep and it tickles me to know she is having such joyful dreams. Life is good. It is an amazing time to be grateful for life.

…and I pray and send blessing to the people in Haiti. May they find food, shelter and health care. In my own way, I pray to mother earth, I ask her to be gentle to these people and that the after shocks be absorbed through the love pouring into this island country. I delicately send images of healing and restoration in the direction of Haiti watering the seeds of prayer and intention so these people can feel the love from their brothers and sisters afar. Even though they may be an island they are not so isolated to be any different from us. From my TV screen I see the same faces that were suffering not long ago in New Orleans, China, Darfur and countless other places. We learn about our humanity when we open our hearts to others in need. I send money and do what I can with my thoughts and prayers, but there is a feeling of it not being enough.

I am grateful for the rain.

Some of you have heard me speak about my daughter, Ruby. We have very interesting conversations about choices, life, and money in particular. She loves having her stash of cash, and she loves being able to say I want that! I’ll pay for it. More than most she gets a lot being the only child of two households and she has a better sense of money and responsibility with it than many adults I know. For instance, we were talking about her savings account on Monday and she volunteered that most of her friends do not believe she has $1500 in the bank. I said, “Well, you’re lucky, maybe you shouldn’t talk about it to them.” She said, “Why not? I tell them I can’t spend it until I am eighteen. They don’t believe me” I told her it doesn’t matter what others think, it matters what you think. She agreed and said I am going to use some of it for my college and I am going to buy a car with the rest. I smiled.

We went on to discuss making another deposit. You see she has a sweet deal, I match every dollar she saves, so she gets an immediate 100% interest rate. She likes that, who wouldn’t? Since Christmas and her birthday her cash has grown and I’ve suggested putting some in the bank. She said, “Dad, I have a feeling I am going to need a little more coming up. I don’t want to put it in the bank just yet.” I said, “OK, it’s your money.” I mean these are good choices for an eight year-old. Cut to Thursday night just before bedtime, she went to her change jar and got out $4-5, two handfuls of change. She put it in a zip lock bag and said, “This is for the people in Haiti. We are having a penny drive tomorrow at school.” My heart warmed. I asked, “But those are not pennies?” She said, “I know. They need more than pennies. I am going to send quarters.”

This causes me to think about the degree of compassion I have for the people in Haiti. What can I do? I don’t watch a lot of TV, so I haven’t followed the story too closely, but I have seen enough. If my daughter can give her change I can give mine. I have this container that I store all my loose change until it fills up, and it’s full. On a deeper level I think about the choices I make in my life to lead and help others. It’s not always about the big gestures that are outward for others to see. It’s about the small choices inside. Where is my compassion for these people? I definitely have some, however I am not consumed by what’s happening there, probably because it is not so close to home. I look deeper into my compassion and the action I can take. There is more for me to do. I write here not to make you take action, rather I write her to explore my humanitarian side. What more can I do? Have I prayed for these people? Have I opened a place in my heart for them? Adults, children, sick, poor, injured, homeless and suffering? I am asking myself right now, what more can I do?

I light a candle and I pray…