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Seeing suffering, violence, fear, and despair of many kinds, I found I was able to understand and reach out to these young people, and at the same time I myself needed to explore and develop the spiritual strength to continue to help them. I pursued an education in the physiological benefits of healing techniques of Eastern, Western, and Native American spiritual teachings. Later, the potential of massage as an important component of healing became clear to me. As owner of Cocreative Enterprises, I now gather all of this experience and training to offer healing therapies to others. I have over 25 years counseling experience, 17 years energetic healing experience and 8 years experience as a massage therapist. I currently practice massage therapy and holistic healing arts in the Seattle-Bellevue area. For more information, reach me at 206-781-4218 or cocreatehealth@aol.com. |
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My birth name is Anne Marie McNamara. Some of my clients have asked me to share my story about how I came to do what I do. They felt it would be useful to others' personal healing paths. My background is conservative with regards to paranormal phenomenon. My father had had a bad experience with a Ouija board. He and his family had gone to Sunday mass. On the return from church he and some of his siblings immediately decided to play with the Ouija board. As the Ouija moved along the board it began to spell out curse words. At that moment my father decided the board was the work of the devil and refused to have one anywhere near him. We were forbidden to have one in our home. My maternal grandmother, whose father had read tealeaves, moved into our house when I was twelve years old. My grandfather, her husband, had died and she sold her house and moved in with us. Well, she had a Ouija board and that was our secret we kept from my father. She kept it in her room under her bed. On occasion she would pull it out and we would use it. I am not sure if my mother knew about it. If she did, she never mentioned it. Neither my mother nor my grandmother agreed with my father about the evils of Ouija boards. How I knew that I am not sure. I just did. Personally, I thought of Ouija boards as interesting but I was not sure how it worked. The only other type of paranormal behavior I remember is trying to do automatic writing. Automatic writing is where someone from another dimension writes through you. My sister and I both tried to do it. We were not very patient, being five and six years old. We soon stopped. It was boring. It was on November 11, 1985 that my life changed, and began to take me in a new direction. At that time I was a single mother with a budding teenager. My job was being a Juvenile Probation Counselor and I had been working with felons the last two years. My friend Barb and I were treating ourselves to a latte and a chocolate chip cookie at the B&O Café. It was a holiday and we were "vacationing" for a couple hours. My "normal" world came to an abrupt end at eleven o'clock that morning. (Okay, if you were not paying attention that was 11/11 at 11.) I had just finished talking about my son and Barb was talking about one of her sons. As I listened I felt a vibrational current enter the top of my head and go through my body. This current traveled down both arms to my fingertips. I was holding a cup, the contents being about one-third full of a lukewarm latte. The cup shattered into tiny pieces. My favorite corduroy pants were drenched in light brown liquid. When I looked at my hands expecting to see blood I was shocked to see there were no cuts on my hands. As I looked down at the mess, I remembered the Memorex commercial about how the sound was so good in the quality of the cassette tape it would break a wine glass in tiny pieces when the opera singer hit the high note. Barb and I sat there stunned! What just happened? One of the owners of the coffee shop ran over and apologized profusely. He insisted on making me another latte. Of course, I accepted, after all, I am from Seattle. I laughed when I saw my replacement latte brought to me in a styrofoam cup. The owner was not taking any chances! As Barb and I tried to sort out what had happened, the discussion turned to the idea that this was a paranormal message. How to decipher it? As it happened, a young man seated at the next table joined in our discussion. The universe being friendly provided us with some answers. He told us he had recently been studying paranormal behavior at John F. Kennedy University in San Francisco, California. Naturally I had never heard of the school but Barb had. She said it had an excellent program. The young man was pleased to hear Barb had heard of his school. He proceeded to say that he was sure the glass breaking was some kind of paranormal sign and encouraged me to find a reputable psychic in the area. Now we were stuck. Barb and I thought about who might know a psychic in the area. Barb decided our South African friend, Penny might. She did not, but told us another friend, Betsy, did. Betsy was very helpful and directed me to Rev. Joan Smith. She was a minister and a psychic. She gave me a psychic reading. Rev. Joan said it was not a random act or just a coincidence. She felt it was a message to me. What was the significance of that date and time for me? I remembered that November 11th was originally Armistice Day after World War I. My grandmother had talked to me about President Wilson's goal of world peace and all nations communicating. After World War II the name of the day was changed to Veterans' Day to honor the men and woman who have fought for our freedom, an act of love for United States citizens. I thought it was confirmation that I am here or hear to foster peace and love. She also told me I was psychic. Now I wasn't sure if I believed her, and I was surprised and skeptical. Rev. Smith told me she was going to be teaching a class called "Know Your Psychic Power". She gave me a flyer and told me it would be a small group taught in her home. More pondering. Did I really want to do this? Well, no, but did I think I should do it. YES. So I moved forward again and attended the class. I was quite skeptical, humbled, anxious and fearful but I also trusted the divine plan. I made a commitment to my spiritual path and have gone forward, sometimes kicking and screaming but forward. To change and change and change again through tragedies and joys, change, change, change. The process of life unfolded like a spool of long ribbon dropped in a hurry, with a force of its own. This process was now mine. Luckily and with gratitude, I have met other spools racing along, too. It helps with the loneliness of change. The second class Rev. Smith offered was a class called "The Healing Touch". She would teach us how to direct and run the healing energy of love. It is now 2003 and between that time and this much has happened. I have taken many courses covering a wide range of holistic healing therapies. However, until this writing my story has been hidden. I worried about what "normal" people including my family would think. Simply I was not ready nor was it time to be so open with others. The time is now. I am sharing my story to encourage others to share their stories and their lives. We are being called to live our joyful loving selves. Last summer, two Mayan astrologers from Mexico came to Seattle to lecture about the Mayan calendar. I was inspired to go to their lecture at the East West Bookstore. . The lecture was very interesting and informative. We met and traded information. They told me my Mayan name is Two Storm. My joy and life's work should be to help people through their storms of life. When they told me this I smiled – for that has been my life's work. One of the things I believe is I try to follow my own voice and path with the sacred help of God and God's helpers. It has not been easy but it could have been a lot worse if I did not listen to my inner guidance. Part of my work is to help people understand how much they already know. Part of my work is to help people sort out some of their confusion about their life. It is always a cocreative process of the individual, me and the sacred oneness of God. |
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