Last night (well, most of the day yesterday) I was angry. At what, I do not know. Just plain angry. That’s a feeling I don’t experience much. Pissy? Yes, I’ll have some of that, thankyouverymuch. But anger? No, not really.
The other day I did some healing work for Duty. I was the energetic proxy for him since I know he’s not about this kind of thing but it’s needed. (Yes, I checked with his higher self before I did it.)
It’s called “Emotion Code” healing and it was hella powerful. That evening, I felt like someone had run my ass over with a truck. I was exhausted on every possible level. Thing is, I can hold A LOT of big energy. Work like this doesn’t usually take me down. But this did. And I was just the proxy! Holy hell.
Anyway, I think the anger was Duty’s because I knew it wasn’t mine. When you’re feeling something that isn’t yours, you don’t know how to process it because it doesn’t even belong to you. You know what finally worked? 9:30 at night I was vacuuming and clearing off the counter of a zillion papers and detrius. I could not take that any longer.
After that, there was a palpable WHOOOOSH! of energy and the anger disappeared.
I can feel it creeping back in today so I’ve decided that returning to the gym is a good way to dissipate that ickiness.
Also too: I need to get back into a routine. Especially because things are really ramping up between new biz/old biz, Angella’s lead coach stuff, BIG assignment from profiling work and I’ve picked up something else to do – volunteering on a Crisis Text Line. The training alone is 43 hours! I told my Guide team that I was done with new adventures for a while. I think that’s enough on my plate (in addition to gearing up for the “Be who you are, dammit!” tour coming soon(ish?)).