Last month, I did not feel well. A recurring complaint (will not bore you with details) was bothering me and I spoke about it with my sisterwho lives in Suriname on Skype. She has beenurging me for some months now to perform a water healing ceremony andsince I am a lazy Taurean woman I just could not get myself to gatheringthe materials needed and on top of that to take some time out formyself.
My sister moved to the former Dutch colony on the northern coast of South America some years ago to study Winti, the indigenousspiritual belief system she came in contact with through her Surinamesefriends in Amsterdam. When I visited her in her newly adopted country Ialso met her spiritual teacher: Aun'Marie - Tan'Marie for Dutch readers -a formidable woman who directed ceremonies, taught and kept an eye onthe pervading energies all in one go.
So when my sister and I were talking with each other through Skype and I complained about my circumstances, she said it would be necessaryfor me to get into this ceremonial bathing stuff now. Shegave me the extensive recipe for a herbal bath (we tailored it toWestern-European flora) and the just as extensive list of do's anddont's before, during and after the healing.
In haste I wrote down her instructions and then catapulted myself from my house -once a Taurean woman get's going, there is no stopping to her - and randown the High Street into Benedict Street to go to an old-fashionedshop to buy some old-fashioned household materials I had to add in smallamounts to the bathing water. Those particular items were not soldanymore as they could be hazardous to the health of people and pets, so Iran the High Street up again to the health food store and boughteverything in politically correct form: organic, non-chemical,recyclable packaging plus the herbs, dried and fresh. With arms full ofmaterials, greenery and a second-hand baby bath I went home.
I locked myself in my bathroom and wrote with chalk on the sides of the small tub the concerns I had about my body. While adding the herbs,spices and the Ecover cleaning materials Italked to the ailment itself and how I really, really, really thought itwas time for it to go away. Actually, I used much stronger words butthey would shatter my image as a well-brought up person if I would writethem down here. (By the way, I do not care much about my image, let itbe shattered! But I do believe in kindness towards my readers. Thosewords would not fit that model.) I kept a cloth ready for standing onwhile I poured the herbal concoction over my body, all the time talkingto the ailment, the herbs and the water.
When that part of the healing ceremony was over I wrapped myself in towels, stepped out of the bathroom, never to look back at what was leftthere. My husband Sig had to remove the cloth, not allow it to touchhis body in any way, and throw it away and also disperse the water. Ihad to go to bed for an hour and be calm and meditate. Which I did. Infact I hadn't felt that at ease in a long time.
When my quiet hour was gone I brushed my body because the dried up herbs were still there. Ashower was not due before the next morning.
The result of this ceremonial bathing was that I felt whole and healthy and full of flowing energy. Through the blessing of theInternet, water and plants, prayer and intent, fabric whitener and someessential oils, my energy had shifted and I felt different, better. Andwhen my system felt positivity returning through this holistic ceremony,the healing journey had begun.
Love,
Karin Schluter
karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk
www.sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk/psychic
You are welcome to contact me for holistic healing treatments.
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