Tuning Forks 2015
I have been to a few different healers over the years to find the answers I knew would help me heal. I am not one to trust in modern medicine and the vast array of prescriptions that doctors so eagerly dish out. I believe discovering the root of the problem is the appropriate way to find healing.
Because there are so many layers of memories locked away, I know I must be willing to try different methods to unlock the many doors as gently as possible.
When I met Sherry I had already learned the importance of frequency, thanks to the many different types of music I had discovered during my library visits. When she began to explain about tuning forks and how she works with them it didn’t take much persuading for me to book an appointment.
Sherry uses the forks on body meridians, much the same as an acupuncturist. By activating the forks and placing them on the various points, the specific frequency penetrates the body, clearing blockages which in turn encourage the body to heal those areas, now that the energy can flow unobstructed.
The first session was amazing and the beginning of my body healing on a much deeper level. She often gets messages while she works and writes them down, or on occasion says aloud things that come to her. During the sessions I was told things confirming some of my suspicions, things I had never mentioned to her.
During one particular occasion she insisted it was time to legally change my name to Gabriel and reclaim my identity. I hadn’t felt a great need to do this because of the difficulty I had using the name, but it was a bit kind of having a double identity which can cause confusion at times. People knew me a Gabriel, but legally my name was Katherine and I was often asked about the obvious discrepancy, an explanation I preferred to avoid.
So I acted on her advice, understanding its importance as a message from Spirit, something I should not ignore. I fell it’s important to also mention that while we were discussing this idea, I had a sudden flash, seeing myself at an airport handing over my passport. I understood I was on foreign ground and I was excited to think this meant I would be travelling. This helped to spur me on and start the process. Upon receiving my new birth certificate, at long last identifying my lost name, I also applied for a passport. It was a very special moment seeing my name on this legal document, a clearly defining moment of personal truth.
When I legally changed my name to Katherine all those years ago I inquired about the old birth certificate, wondering if I could have a copy. I was informed at that time it would be destroyed…and just like that a piece of history is erased, fiction becoming fact. Could this be possible? How can a legal document connected to someone’s birth be destroyed?
The most difficult part of the change was obtaining a new passport, but once this was done I officially became Gabriel. After more than fifty years I finally reclaimed the birth name my father bestowed on me. This has indeed changed the way I see myself, reminding me of who I am, my heritage and my history.
She also encourage me to write my story, explaining it was very important. Still, despite her encouragement I could not get past many previously troubling issues. She suggested I try to write in smaller segments, treating them like short stories, perhaps even viewing from the third person, thus distancing myself from these traumatic events.
I agreed with her suggestions and although I did actually try to start the book, I couldn’t make much headway, stumbling on the emotions connected to the memories, plus the confusion due to the lack of key information and evidence. At this point I still did not have knowledge of my parents identity, which when learned would give me understanding as to the importance of my story. Like all significant change, your walk down a new path can take some adjustment to gain the strength to proceed, much like a seedling growing into a tall, sturdy tree. It absolutely must have the necessary time to grow and develop. It seemed to me changing my legal name watered the seed to grow and become its strong, independent self.
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