An Excerpt From My Upcoming Book...

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Our heart's lesson is to love ourselves first

For over a year, I've been writing a book on how you can heal your own energy and create the life of your dreams, and I am finally rounding the corner and can see completion fast approaching. I'm so excited. This excerpt from balancing our heart energy jumped out at me this week. I wanted to share this intimate retelling of one of my darkest times of my soul.

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When our heart energy is balanced, we are flowing with love and compassion. We are quick to forgive. We accept others and ourselves. People feel loved and accepted unconditionally around you. People feel at peace around you, as there is more compassion than judgement coming from you. You find yourself loving others and most importantly, loving yourself. A balanced heart space feels absolutely blissful. Love simply pours out of you.

But we have to learn some important lessons to achieve this heart balance.

The first lesson of the heart is that we must first love ourselves before we can love others.

For almost a year after my mom died, I had pink eye. I would shy away from pictures because I never wore make-up. I was constantly explaining the state of my condition because people would take one look at my eye and cringe in pain. The hours of my days were filled with me bouncing between the acupuncturist office and the western doctor to get more eye drops. In Chinese medicine, pink eye is diagnosed as "liver fire" where the liver is too hot from anger, resentment and emotion. In addition to a very pink eye, my liver did physically hurt during that year even though I continued to see doctors weekly.

Nothing healed me.

You see, at this time of extreme loss and grief over my mom's death, I wasn’t very nice to myself. I would put myself down for my grief, internally ridiculing myself that I should be handling life better. I shouldn’t be so tired, so sad, so exhausted, so so so … name it. I put myself down for everything, including how I was grieving. I wanted the gripping pain to stop and it bewildered me how I could hurt so much when I couldn’t see my pain.

I believed my lack was to blame.

Until I tried Aura-Soma. This particular bottle helped heal self-criticism and lack of self-love. Every day, I rubbed this oil on my arms and my heart and told myself every morning,

“I am worthy of giving and receiving love. I am enough.”

Throughout the next 9 months, I cried and wept and healed. Life presented me with challenges to help me discern just how well I was doing on my self-love path- a test I would often fail. But after 9 months, the same amount of time it takes to gestate a new life (hardly a coincidence).I rubbed the last bit of oil on my body and the very next day, my pink eye disappeared. I would not have believed it myself, either, if it had not happened to me, but it is remarkably true.

The shift I witnessed in myself when my bottle was complete was palpable. My eye was not the only thing that had cleared in me.

A situation would arise where my “old self” might have put me down and I would catch my internal voice and say, “Nope! You don’t talk to yourself that way anymore.” Or I would be slow to catch the negative self-talk and I would say something cruel to myself and feel a twinge in my liver, reminding me that once again, “Nope! You don’t talk to yourself that way anymore."

We just celebrated my mom’s 11th Angel Birthday at the writing of this book and to this day, my pink eye has not returned.

I simply don't speak to myself that way anymore.

And neither should you.

Our thoughts create emotions, emotions create energy, energy manifests physically.

What are your thoughts and emotions creating in your body? How can you redirect the voice in your head to bring about a healthy, happy and powerful body fueled by love, light and passion for your day?

It all begins with a simple thought. Make sure the thought that greets you each day is overflowing with love, appreciation and bliss and you will wake up to a life that is made up of all those very things.

Much love,

Erin

 
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Erin Garay