G’day friend!
It’s great to welcome you to my blog!
I’m sitting in my lounge room early in the morning on the Central Coast of NSW in Australia. The dogs, or fur family, (that’s 2 rottweiler’s and a lab) are playing together, or should I say systematically destroying the house! It’s a cold and wet spring day, and I’m really excited because this is my first ever blog and I have so much I want to share with you.
You see, this whole human thing is proving to be a real trip for me and now I have the opportunity to share my experience with the rest of the world.
I’ll begin at the beginning. Don’t stress, I’ll try to keep it brief!
As a kid, I always felt really different, though I didn’t know why, and I was treated as such. My peers were far from kind. I reckon they knew just how different I was 30 years before I had any idea. People don’t like “different”, they seem to find it threatening. So at school I was largely teased and ostracized which, as a 6 year old, is a little hard to understand.
Anyway, I fuddled my way through. I was intellectually gifted but quickly learnt to dumb myself down so I wasn’t noticed in class; I loved the stage and the stage loved me (what a way NOT to stand out, get on stage and scream “look at me”!!!) I also had a pretty good singing voice which made me pretty popular in school musicals and plays. At least nobody picked on me for that – go figure!
So I got through those years feeling pretty much like an ugly duckling and not knowing why. Little did I know that there was a beautiful swan so desperately trying to emerge.
The next 20 years were interesting, and disappointing. I dropped out of Uni after 2 years of computer science (what a boring subject that was), I bummed around at home for a couple of years and then I was accepted into the Queensland Conservatorium of Music as a vocalist which shocked the hell outa me! The next 10 months were pure bliss. I had to pinch myself each day as I walked up to the Conservatorium building. I felt I had found my place in life and like I was finally amongst people who understood me.
This was really short lived because after that first year, the Conservatorium decided I was not “acceptable” to be a part of their clan (sheez, here we go again!). I was devastated. Thankfully, at the same time, I fell in love with my future husband. This kept me sane. An Australian Soldier, I spent the next 12 years following him from one posting to the next around Australia. I worked hard with private singing teachers attempting to keep my dream alive of becoming an Opera Singer. As much as I was very gifted, technically I was never brilliant. I struggled to just allow my true voice to blossom by trying too hard to be perfect (this seems to be an unfortunate trait of mine!). So the general public loved to hear me sing, but the “experts” just saw all the flaws.
So, after years of hard work and determination, coupled with a rejection after rejection, I started my own Opera group. I figured that if nobody else would give me the opportunity to prove myself then I would take the bull by the horns and show them myself! I knew some fabulous singers and we got together and rehearsed lots. I put up the money and co-ordinated everything.
Singers came and went. Nobody had my patience or stamina (or incredibly stubborn streak!). They had lives and when results were not forthcoming, they just fell away. I persisted for 5 years, but I was a singer, not a promoter, or agent, or marketing expert. And you know, it doesn’t matter how good your product / act, if you ain’t got the marketing, you ain’t got nothin’!
At the tender age of 36, and after spending much of our had earned cash on this opera thing (this was becoming a little unpopular with my ever loving life partner) something really strange started happening to me (yeah, even stranger than the rest of my life!). I started having spontaneous cathartic reactions where my body, particularly my arms, would just start moving uncontrollably all by themselves! This was pretty scary to start with, particularly since I was brought up Catholic……………I thought I was possessed or something. I mean, being woken up at 2am by suddenly uncontrollably sitting bolt upright in bed with my arms flailing around all on their own, just imagine! Pretty scary stuff! Thankfully, I had become associated with some pretty amazing spiritual healers and they supported me and encouraged me through this bizarre period and stopped me from admitting myself to the luny ward at the local hospital. As time went on, the spontaneous gyrations started to take some form and actually became quite beautiful. I still didn’t understand them, but there was definitely a purpose to their existence and I learned to control when and where they happened. I was able to go out in public again! Pfew!
More people who would be instrumental in my development suddenly started appearing in my life and gradually it all came together. It turns out I am a sound and energy healer. You see, I speak the Language of Light which is also referred to as the Language of the Heart, or the Language of the Angels. I have been speaking this language in my sleep for years, so my husband used to tell me frequently in the mornings ……………….. “Honey, you’ve been speaking that weird language again!”
This just happens to be an incredibly powerful healing language as it speaks directly to our higher consciousness or our cellular memory (are you seriously weirded out yet? If not, you’re doing better than me! Thankfully I am accustomed to being treated like a freak, at least now I know there is a good reason for it!).
Believe it or not, I am really just like you. A girl (almost 40 and I still think of myself as a ’girl’, yep, definitely deluded – not to mention I am having little conversations with myself on my first ever blog that I want to share with the world, the luny ward’s looking better all the time!) who has been trying to find where she fits almost all her life, and survive the many challenges life brings.
Anyway, this language, combined with my vocal gift, actually has the power to heal people physically, emotionally, spiritually and mentally! How cool is that? It’s really quite special and I feel very blessed to have this amazing gift. And you see, this is why I’ve posted this blog (I do get to the point eventually ……. my husband tells me that I can be quite long winded …… maybe he’s right!) I desperately want to share this gift with the world. I am still amazed at the incredible stories people tell me about what they experience when they hear me sing with the intention to heal. Pain disappears, anxiety and stress fades away, some go on incredible journeys to other worlds, others feel their hearts open or even explode (that’s in a spiritual sense, not literally thank God!), many say they feel like they go home and the majority say that they feel changed for forever. A vast number of listeners are moved to tears (I think that’s a good thing???) and everybody has a deep sense of inner peace following the healing.
There’s plenty of stuff on the web about sound healing and light language if you want to know more. Just google it, or you can visit my website at www.soundhealingguaranteed.com. I’ve also listed some good sites on the right hand side if you want to find out more.
And I’d love to hear from you too! If you have any experience with healing and sound, or you want to ask some questions, go ahead. I’m going to keep sharing my journey with you because this is just the beginning and I get the distinct impression it’s gonna get lots more interesting from here on in!
So, have a great day and come back soon to find out what’s happening in my weird world!
Cheers,
Marguerita 
