Author: Lisa Trimarchi

Heal the Body . . . Heal the Mind . . . Heal the World!

Healing begins in the mind. An individual releases illness by first surrendering to the present moment and then experiencing relief. The healer acts as a conduit to allow that energy to flow to others. The patient permits that healing, and the energy is cleansed. Love and warmth are the healing agents that heal others as well as the healer.

I have discovered that the body reveals the source of its pain. We emit frequencies that change, depending on where our sickness lies.

Reiki is one particular healing medium that works in concert with the healer’s and the patient’s energy. Everyone can heal. We all have light within ourselves to help one another mentally as well as physically. We only have to become aware.

I am a healer. When the body becomes unbalanced, I work with the individual to bring the body and the mind into equilibrium. Compassion is the greatest tool in my medicine bag; for when people feel loved and accepted, they can then accept the healing, blocks are released, and loving energy is allowed to enter. To practice as a healer is to share empathy and compassion.

Have you heard that the cook should not prepare the meal in anger? The same goes for energy work. I cannot remain angry when practicing healing because soon my own illness of mind begins to fade. When compassion is shared with others, it expands and illuminates areas within us where darkness resides.

Whoever you experience God to be, universally, God is expressed as light. Light is love and love is light. I’ve experienced the light as yellow in hue, and in the past when I’ve sensed healing of the heart and of the body, I’ve felt the temperature grow a few degrees warmer. I really believe that someday when doctors have a better understanding of how energy and frequencies are experienced in the body, they will no longer need lasers and knives to perform surgery. The surgeon will use instruments that correct imbalances in the energy field by using sound and light at different frequencies and wavelengths.

When I place my hands on or above the body, I sense darkness where there is illness and hear a change in the sound of the energy flow. Not all are sensitive as I am to this, but one can learn how to increase his or her sensitivity because with the desire to heal comes the ability. It is a matter of one’s intention.

As the individual goes, so goes the world. There is an individual mind and an individual body, so there is a group mind and body. Potentially we can heal the world with first experiencing healing within ourselves. Hope is the salve that heals, and if I become awakened to the misery of others, I could help to alleviate that misery by offering assistance borne from empathy and compassion.

Have you ever traveled to an area and felt ill and couldn’t tell why? It happened to me a few years ago when I visited Nuremburg, Germany. I felt heaviness in my chest (the region of the heartchakra ) the whole time I was there and couldn’t quite eliminate the sadness I experienced. This was the place where thousands of Jews were sent on the long journey to their slow deaths. A place maintains a memory, for darkness never really leaves an area until it is illuminated. I believe that I sensed the sorrow of the people who were driven to their deaths.

We can illuminate the world in mind and in body by empathizing with others and showing them compassion. Until we stop despising others, we will continue to experience darkness within ourselves. This will cause disease of the mind and the body, and by extension cause disease to the collective mind and body. Cities, countries, and the world represent the collective. Love is the universal salve that heals the collective.

Stevie Wonder has so eloquently stated that our world is truly in need of love today. Mata Amritanandamayi (Ammachi), a holy woman from India who embraces people around the world in order to take on their karma and heal the mind, body, and spirit has stated that with compassion and empathy, you can heal the world.

Healing starts within; and once our hearts are opened, we can develop empathy, and in turn help others to heal. As the late Michael Jackson said so well in his song “Heal the World,”

Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me

Lisa Trimarchi

lisaantoinettetr@yahoo.com

E Kala Mai I Au (Forgive Me if I Have Harmed You in Any Way)

Christmas is a time of year when I remember all the things I’ve done wrong and all that has been done wrong to me. Certainly I’ve gotten angry, but often I’ve fallen into sadness over missed connections and missed opportunities. I’ve thought about friends but haven’t called them. The ones with whom I’ve had a falling out, I’ve been tempted on several occasions to pick up the phone, and like a child say, “I love you. I don’t even remember what happened yesterday.” I often think of my father in that way. What would change if we had reached out to our loved ones before they’d passed and said, “All is forgiven; please forgive me.” As it happens, I reached out to my dad, and he reached out to me before he died.

Over ten years ago, before my father died, we let each other know we loved each other and that we forgave each other for everything that separated us during my childhood. While growing up, I often experienced my father’s anger, and he would often see mine. We were of the perfect storm; add the fact that I would rebel at his attempt to control me, and the weather report would show a potential hurricane in sunny Cerritos, California, where I grew up. We were two air signs, he Aquarius and I Libra, doing verbal battle and kicking up clouds in every direction.

I realize now that my father struggled with his own demons, and I often ended up in his crosshairs. I struggled to understand what it was that made him so angry with me. I thought I needed to be silent and invisible, but what he was struggling with had little to do with me. I was simply a mirror reflecting his soul, and he saw in me his own image.

My mother would often tell me how so much alike we were. Maybe he’d seen it, too, and wasn’t so much angry with me but with himself. I never figured that out, but what I did discover was that in spite of all the noise, beneath the storm was a calm center of deep love. I will always cherish the conversations we had before his death that made me see my dad through loving eyes. When I said to him, “I’m sorry, please forgive me for how I’ve hurt you,” he replied, “Please forgive me, for how I’ve hurt you.”

There is a traditional practice in Hawaii called Ho’oponopono which means to put things right. Families would have a conference together and set their relationships right through prayer, discussion, confession, repentance, mutual restitution, and forgiveness. This ancient practice of Ho’oponopono has preceded Christianity in the Hawaiian culture and continues to be practical today. As families and communities both look for a means of resolving their problems, they consider the practice one of the soundest methods to restore and maintain good relationships inside and out of the family that any society has ever devised.

I discovered Ho’oponopono when I attended a meditation group conducted by Daryl Frazier (Hunaguy.com), a healer and motivational speaker who uses Hawaiian methods of healing in his practice. He teaches that we are all connected to everyone we know by aka chords and that these chords must be cut to restore inner and outer harmony. In the process of cutting these chords, we say, “Please forgive me if I have harmed you. I forgive you for any harm you have done to me.” I found the meditation to be very powerful and thought of my dad and others whose chords I needed to cut so I could get on to the work of forgiveness. Once past hurts are resolved in this way, greater peace and harmony can be achieved. Once this has been accomplished, we can now honestly say, “Aloha Ka Kou,” which means I greet all of us with my breath.

Hua Hui Ho (until we meet again) in that sunny plain on the other side of the horizon, Dad and all who’ve passed, “Aloha Ka Kou.”

Reunion

Colours seen by candelight
Will not look the same by day.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When I was 17, a senior in high school and ready to graduate, I was very eager to set sail and go.  As for many, high school was a very traumatic time for me. I had challenges to face at home and challenges to face at school. I had to avoid bullies that would follow me home, and I had many disagreements with my parents. I guess as with all teenagers I began to embrace my own vision of the world and shun the one my parents tried to give me.

I took refuge in being friendly, making friends, and sharing warmth with others; but because I was trapped in my head with intense feelings of loneliness, I was unaware of the many lives I’d touched. I had a few good friends, but I didn’t realize just how much they thought of me until many years later while attending my 30-year high school reunion. After all the warm hugs, friendly smiles and recognition of me by people I hardly remembered, I realized that while I was reaching out to others in high school, they were deeply affected and may have reached out to me as well. I was constantly asked, “Where have you been in so many years?” Also, a dear friend I left behind so long ago embraced me and said, “Please don’t leave me again.”

Along with the others I left behind, I left myself behind. I thought I left behind a person who was not popular, who was not liked, and maybe had a handful of friends. Boy was I wrong! I felt like the guy in It’s a Wonderful Life , who was given the chance to see what life would have been without him, only to discover that the many people affected by him would have perished in one way or another. It felt very good to be reminded that I’ve had a wonderful life and that those I’ve encountered have been deeply touched by me. I discovered also that I have been deeply touched by them.

I lived across the street from a very cute boy and his very cute surfer friends. Sometimes we would speak. I was very close to his mother, and to my surprise, they remembered me! Those very same surfer dudes liked me. I wish I hadn’t been so shy. I would have been the only black surfer girl on the street. I don’t know if my parents could have coped with me being exposed to the turbulent waves of Southern California, however. This Lisa that I left behind I soon began to realize has been hanging ten in an alternate reality.

I remember belonging to the Asian Club, the Iranian Club, the International Club, and the choir. I was like a butterfly floating and touching everything and everyone. I couldn’t stop smiling. And now I can’t forget the good things that happened to me even in the midst of some bad things. So that 17-year-old girl is accompanying me now, along with her memories and her personality.

The following Monday after the reunion, I plummeted. I’ve gotten older, a little heavier, and a little more self-conscious, it seems. I need to work out, go on a diet, get a better career, and on and on. Now, it is the Monday after that, and I have embraced the person that I have become, and reunited with the “me” I left behind. I am embracing what I’ve become and realize that I have a whole lifetime to accomplish the things I have yet to achieve.

I realize that I saw myself and others through the night lit dimly by candlelight; and now by the light of a day lit with sunshine, I see things more clearly. So, I am embracing the people I left behind and hope we find opportunities to celebrate together much sooner than the next high school reunion.