~V; One Woman's Journey into Empowerment

When I was less than a year old I had an out of body experience. I remember floating above my body, asleep on the bed in my grandparents back room. I was wearing a yellow dress, a white fuzzy coat with pink trim and little black dress shoes. There was a painting on the wall above me. As soon as I glanced it I zoomed back into my body. The truly interesting thing about this for me is that when I was floating there, my consciousness wasn't that of an 8-month-old, it was mature and in those fleeting seconds, I was thinking like an adult. It made it a difficult memory to be able to grasp when I was young. My mind had a really hard time coming to grips with it. It wasn't until my middle to late teens that I was able to understand, to some extent, what or rather HOW I was remembering it. I have often wondered if this one event is what has blessed me (or cursed, depending on how you look at it) with my exceptional memory. I wouldn't call it "photographic". I do have...

I've been struggling with the organization of my thoughts when it comes to the journey I'm on. There are so many moments, small and monumental that make us who we are as individuals. My journey into my power has been in many ways, long and arduous even though the biggest growth has been only in the last 5 years. I feel like if I don't at least touch on the things that brought me to where I am today then no one, including myself, will truly understand the journey. There are many gears and cogs, all of which as important to the whole no matter how small they may be. So for anyone reading this, keep that in mind. It may feel like the story ping pongs all over the place, and it does. It has to. Life isn't structured and numbered and organized. It is messy and chaotic, so why wouldn't the story of my journey be the same. It all leads to the same place though. To where I am now, standing in my own power, knowing that I am capable, important and worthy. It is a nice pl...

Last night I had a dream. In it, I was presented with the above rune, Othala, by a very old seer. There were other aspects of the dream as well....the seer saying "Our little Freyja has less than a year." And me driving toward a tornado with determination and no fear. Why am I writing about this? My dreams have always been vivid and have always held the key to my growth, psychologically and spiritually. This dream is of note for a few reasons. 1. Yesterday I had a psychic reading. In the end, I was told, "You should write". So I came home and started this blog, if for nothing more than to hold myself accountable for my own growth. 2. Othala has to do with ancestry and the ancestral stream. A couple of months ago I went to the same medium and had Reiki done. She uses voice and sound to heal and while she was drumming and chanting I went on a journey. I met with a shaman in a clearing that was surrounded by mist. He gestured to the mist and as it lifted all of ...

I was never an outgoing child. My mother still tells me the story of my Grandfather (a man who raised 6 children) who pulled her aside one day while we were visiting to say "There is something wrong with her (me), she's too quiet." My mother laughed and assured him there was NOT anything wrong with me, I just wasn't as rambunctious as my cousins...at least not in a space that wasn't mine. He was doubtful. I can't say I blame him. I was sitting on the floor playing quietly by myself while my cousins (there were 13 of us) ran and screamed and played loudly. Of course, I was the only one of us that was an only child, I think in many ways that molded the way I interacted with other children. So I suppose I was always a bit odd to those from big families. My grandfather came to our house a few weeks later to help fix a hot water heater. I was talkative, loud and very annoying. My mother looked at my grandfather and with a smirk asked if he still thou...