Wrist Trouble

Cindi and I recently took a psychic skills class given by a woman in our Ritual Planning Group. It sounded like fun and a way to meet more people in the area. Here is a description of the class:

Come have fun and play with energy. Learn some new tools and play with others you may already know (such as grounding and running energy). We'll work with neutrality and manifestation, no effort and laughter. Ever need to separate from the energy of someone (coven/family member, coworker, patient) and just can't seem to do it? Ever have a conversation in your head that just won't stop? You'll leave with tools you can use in your everyday life as well as enhancing your magical skills. Class will start with a free spiritual healing from your teachers, with your permission, and then on to fun time! A short reading will be available for an additional donation.
Panthera is a long time Reclaiming Priestess and Witch and teacher in Cauldron of the Valley. She is also a Graduate of the Berkeley Psychic Institute. Magic, mystery and love are daily parts of her life and she invites you to make it part of your own too!
Kristen also Graduated from the Berkeley Psychic Institute. She manifested exactly what she wanted in a husband and is now living and creating miracles in Ireland with her husband. She'll be here for a short time while on holiday from being a grade school teacher.

The first day of class we both went and had a really good time learning more about grounding, auras and energy. The second night Cindi wasn't feeling well and decided to stay home so I went by myself. We learned more way to "protect" ourselves and manifest what we want in our lives. We were also all given the opportunity to ask a question and receive a reading from one of the teachers and then a healing afterward. I asked about my wrists [will get into back story after]. She told me I was communicating with my heart god[dess] at about 60%. A past life was glowing for her to read [was a brown ring on my pink rose]. She said she saw a horse stepping on my wrist and crushing it. Someone else blamed me for something that had happened to them and this came of that blame. She told me to visit the beach, which I still have yet to do. I started this post in July but am just now finishing it. I'd saved it and forgot about it. I think this has to do with the guilt I continue to carry with me. I believe this life-time is about dealing with and letting go of guilt especially for things I am not to blame for. This is especially true with the current [and past] issues with my mother. I'll now go into the back story of how the wrist trouble came to be.

*Back-Story* on May 1, 2003 I was living in Seattle and had literally just started hanging out with M. We talked for the first time the day before and he had invited me to Cinco de Mayo brunch at a friends house. His roommate decided to leave early and I remembered I had left my coat with my keys and phone in his car so I ran out to catch him before he left. There were stairs leading up to the porch that were covered with leaves, I slipped down those stairs on the leaves and fell back into my hands injuring my right wrist. I was embarrassed and didn't say anything to anyone about it. I don't remember how long afterward it really started to bother me. I was in massage school [my second school] at the time and it got bad enough I had to drop out of school. I had hoped temporarily but I still have yet to return. I never got a real diagnosis and even went to physical therapy that I had to stop when I realized my insurance wouldn't cover it. It's not as bad as it was that summer and fall but it still bothers me from time to time especially when I do a lot of typing or put too much pressure on it. I had some work done on it right before I left school and had a huge emotional release though never figured out what it had stemmed from.

It's been awhile now since we took that class and it's something I haven't given much thought. Maybe it's something else I need to work through during this cave time.