In Treasured Guesties

Written by: Joy Seunarine; Essential Connections Massage

I know like I know.

In my twenties or even later, I would not have defined myself as intuitive. I am still in awe of other intuitives who senses things in a different or seemingly easier way than I do. Catch that…I now describe myself as an intuitive.  The journey to embracing this definition is interesting as all journeys are.

The first clear, striking memory is taking a class circa 1997. I had taken CranioSacral courses previously but couldn’t get what other people were seeing beyond seeing. Then I took Visceral Manipulation and It just rang my bell. I fell in love with the anatomical detail. I fell in love with how much  impact addressing  the fascia around organs could have on musculoskeletal problems.  I became hungry for this knowledge and took whatever classes I was able to do in an almost feverish pitch.

In 1997 or so, I met a teacher of Visceral Manipulation that had her own spin on working with the body.  She alluded to working with cancer but for political reasons chose not to go into detail. I knew as she spoke that it is possible to heal the body no matter what the condition. I also had this deep awareness of the rightness of this path for me. Despite having young children and limited funds, I made it work. I took intense training for seven years gobbling down this information like Scarlett O’Hara on her honeymoon.

That is when I knew that I had a knowing beyond knowing. This is when I knew that it was an intuitive knowing that led me on this path. That is when I knew I have always had a deep knowing of the invincible truth of our eternal self. All my training has led me to the teachers I needed to source this truth.  I asked God, last summer, “you told me when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. When is the teacher coming?” God answered, “My child you have had many teachers, each for a different stage of your growth.” So now I trust the process.

My belief is that we are whole. My belief is that our bodies and our spirits are incredibly resilient. I believe that a diagnosis is one of many possibilities to explain certain symptoms.  I believe  in  remissions from incurable cancers. I believe completely in healing of the spirit. I will never give up the hope that things can change. Words seem to fail me in explaining what or exactly where this belief resides.  But this, THIS, is what I believe.

This last line of this poem sums up my belief:


There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,

a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.

There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy;

and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength…

There is a hollow space too vast for words

through which we pass with each loss,

out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.

There is a cry deeper than all sound whose serrated edges

cut the heart as we break open to the place inside

which is unbreakable and whole, while learning to sing.

Rashani Rea



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