A woman in her forties who has spent her career putting her hands on other people — bodyworker to a clientele who could afford whatever they wanted, and chose her. Since adolescence, she had carried a private monthly suffering that pulled her out of her own life for days at a time and required medication she didn’t want to be taking. She had tried every reasonable thing. Nothing had moved it.
The session went underground. A grotto, a small fire, her younger self at the age her body had first started storing inner conflict — her parents’ divorce, moving to a new city and school, unable to fit in. She sat with that younger self for a long time, and what came up was not pain but tenderness. The grown woman, finally, meeting the girl with the compassion she had not received when she originally needed it.
Then a mirror, and behind the mirror she found a kind of control panel — her own, built by some part of her she had not yet met. Dials, settings. She made adjustments, turned down the volume, and came back up.
Since the session, she reports that her monthly passage never returned in the excruciating form she suffered with for decades. She has not needed painkillers, nor has she had to put her life on hold for days. Whatever her body had been storing, it stopped releasing in that particular way.
No further sessions were required.
