Forget to remember. Dismember to remember.
When I was a child, I loved God and Jesus; they were my best friends. As I grew older and learned some of the dogma surrounding God and Jesus, I became really freaked out. I experienced a kind of cognitive dissonance as a young girl. "Wait, that guy I talk to every night needs me to believe all these things in order to be close to him? It seems I've missed something very important here." Throughout my late teens and early twenties, I lacked a relationship with something greater than myself.
I started to yearn and miss prayer, but as a disgruntled daughter of God, I refused to open any lines of communication because I was unsure who to pray to anymore. A dear friend suggested that I meditate to reconnect with that feeling.
I began by staring at the wall for 15 minutes each day, simply sitting and gazing. After about a week, my mind and emotions began to clear. I could hear and connect once more.
During this period, the urge to practice yoga kept creeping into my wall-staring sessions. "That's strange, considering I don't really workout." The feeling eventually became so intense and compelling that I impulsively signed up for yoga teacher training, despite having little experience in the practice.
Two weeks into the yoga teacher training, I experienced it. I felt what it was like to truly inhabit my body. I could tangibly feel the ground beneath my feet. At 24 years old, I finally felt grounded on this earth.
This marked the beginning of my journey into learning energy healing arts.
Suddenly, I could see colors, sense stagnant energy, and read auras like an open book. Connecting my spirit and body granted me access to my spiritual senses. As I delved into this realm, I recalled seeing and feeling these things as a child, though back then, they seemed frightening, and no one else appeared aware of them. Like many of us, I suppressed those experiences.
One day, while doing house chores, I felt a strong urge to pause and check my root chakra. Ignoring it due to busyness, I continued with the laundry. The prompting persisted. Eventually, I dropped the laundry basket, stood in the hallway, and said, "My Root Chakra is healthy." My knees grew weak, nearly causing me to fall backward. "It's not healthy. What do I need?" I inquired. Immediately, I visualized dark greens and water in my mind's eye. I realized I was dehydrated that day and in need of nourishment.
I then took an hour to attentively listen to the needs of my root chakra to tend its happiness and health. Upon completion, I stood in the hallway and reaffirmed, "My Root Chakra is healthy." This time, my body felt strong and fortified. I proceeded to talk with with and listen to the rest of my chakra system.
Feeling uplifted by the process, I called my dear sister, Samantha Hout, and asked her to come over because something very intriguing and unusual was unfolding.
This is how Suri Energy Guide was born. One friend shared with another, who informed an acquaintance, and soon people were visiting my modest apartment four days a week to explore their energy systems. The lessons and insights I gathered during this period laid a beautiful foundation for what would evolve into my life's work and passion as a Modern Mystic and Maitec teacher.
