When Life Cried Out: One Woman's Spiritual Quest to Be Fully Alive by Fievet Ph D Paddy

Author:Fievet Ph D, Paddy [Fievet Ph D, Paddy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cloverhurst Publications
Published: 2014-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

“No, Paddy,” Maria explained in her calmest voice from over the Mediterranean Sea and Atlantic Ocean. “You are not angry at your mother. What I said is that you’re channeling feminine anger.”

“What do you mean channeling feminine anger?” I cried out in exasperation. “I am not trying to do that! My back has frozen in pain. That’s the problem!” The phone was ticking, so with considerable effort and a prayer, I deposited more coins, hoping to stay connected to the only human lifeline I had at the time.

“Feminine anger. You are evidently so empathic that you’ve picked up feminine anger in your body. It’s far greater than just your own anger. It came from beyond you, but landed inside of you.”

“Oh God, Maria. How beyond? Where did this come from?”

Over the years of my healing, Maria and I had had many discussions about how I hold energies of other people (including family, friends, and even people passing on the street) inside my body. Although this is challenging at times, many consider it to be a psychic gift. At the moment, it felt like more of a severe pain in my back. The problem this time was that I could not distinguish my own energy from what I felt from others. Being able to know what it was I felt became the only way I knew to release it. However, at this point, chaotic anger presented itself as back pain. It had gotten stuck. I waited for Maria to use her own psychic healing powers to help me determine the source of this feminine anger.

“Oh, Paddy. You’re channeling cosmic feminine anger through your body. I can’t believe this. Hold on…I can help.” With that, Maria lead me step by step through her healing process, first by feeling the anger while she did her spiritual energetic work, then by going to a neutral place while it cleared.

“When are you coming back to Atlanta?” Maria asked with rather an insistent tone to her voice. “Soon I hope. Change your plans if not. We have more to do on this issue.” With that, Maria and I parted, just as I ran out of coins for the telephone. Yet again, the right help had come at the right time. It was just enough. By the next morning, I was moving well enough to go to St. John’s Cathedral in the city of Valletta, Malta.

Although it was a push for me riding in a rental car that evidently did not have shocks as we navigated the bumpy roads of Malta, I compensated by pressing my left hand on the arm rest in the back left seat and my right hand on pillows I had piled on my right. Underneath me were the rest of the pillows from the rental unit. This way, as the car bumped along, I could literally press onto my arms and hands, allowing my body to swing freely without jostling. The trip took forever.

The cathedral seemed exquisite in all ways. Built as a conventional Catholic Church for the Knights of St.

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