Heart Magick … Where Healing Begins

By Debra Naillon

Heart Magick Where Healing Begins takes you on a very candid, real-life journey into a world both frightening and fascinating. When the camping stories of your childhood come to life, it is like leaving Platos cave and discovering an entire world that you did not know existed. Through it all, there is one message that will stand out, a message that speaks to your heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jan 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781452565194

Debra Naillon

Debbie Naillon is an Usui Master Reiki Practitioner, Practical Reiki Master Teacher, and a Certi?ed Crystal Healer. She is currently working on obtaining her 1:1 HeartMath® Provider licensing and will be licensed in December 2012. Her real-life experiences within the realm of her personal journey and her work within her business, Ethereal Touch, have helped her to grow and learn the art of healing with compassion on an energetic level. She lives with her husband on their acreage in Winlock, Washington. She enjoys spending time with her children, grandchildren, and extended family.

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Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to my husband, Brad. It’s not easy to allow someone to follow their path. I love and respect him for staying by my side. I wish to thank my family for always being there for me. I would like to thank Jennifer Roundtree for allowing me to freely express myself and helping me to begin the journey that continues still today. Julie Meaker, I couldn’t have done this without you! You are an amazing editor and a beautiful friend. I would like to thank those that guide me and offer me support, both in the physical world and in the spiritual world. I could not help others as I wish to, if you weren’t there helping me.

All of the client names have been changed to protect their privacy.

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I have a story to tell. It’s not exactly the story that I want to tell, no that’s not entirely correct, it’s a story that pushes me beyond my comfort level to tell. It is the story of my journey over the past two years, a journey that has filled me with wonder, fear, confusion, and introspection. Even as I type these words and have already committed myself to telling the full story, I feel my throat chakra tighten and the turquoise Pi stone around my neck feels as though it is choking me. It’s a story that needs to be told as I am sure that others have gone or are going through the same type of journey. No two journeys are ever the same, but to be able to know that someone else is experiencing something close to what you are brings a sigh of relief and a sure knowledge that no, you are not crazy.

This story really began at the time I was born, but I think that I shall start it at a point closer than that and save the rest for another day! The starting point that I will choose is June, 2010. The years prior to this point do have significance in relation to the events that I’m going to be writing about. As further explanations are needed, I shall provide you with the history behind my thoughts and actions. For the moment though the main thing that started my journey was my passion for dance!

I had always wanted to belly dance! A strange place to begin a journey to be sure, but this one started as the music began to play. I had put off signing up for lessons for a very long time as it always seemed that something was in the way. First, I was just too ill and my balance was not very good. Soon I was using the excuse that it just seemed silly for me to want to belly dance. Finally, at the urging of my husband, I signed up. The first lessons were through the local Community College and while I enjoyed them, I never really felt that I fit in. I danced one dance with the class at our local fair that year and then class went on break as they followed the College academic year. It was by complete accident, or divine timing, that I saw a different troupe dancing at the fair later that week.

I stood and watched them dance and knew that I would be a part of that particular troupe. I found them after their set and told them how impressed I was with their dancing. Jen and Collette, the dance instructors, still laugh today as they recall how they chased me down to hand me a business card that had all of the contact information on it for their studio. It took me all of a day to get the nerve to call and I was at the studio for the next beginning dance class.

The dance studio was actually in Jen’s barn at the time. They had converted the barn over to a studio and we would wander out through the yard and orchard to dance in the barn. I loved the atmosphere there and felt that I had found a home or that maybe I had re-found something that I had been a part of a very long time ago. I became friends with everyone there. It came easy for me, which is unusual as I am normally rather reserved in my friendships. Through the years I have always teased that I married my best friend and gave birth to the rest of my friends.

I asked Jen after one class if she could show me how to use a computer program that she used rather often to record our dance music. We made plans to meet after the next Wednesday morning class. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that one decision would change, or maybe just accelerate, what was already playing out for me.

I have no idea how we managed to get on the subject of reincarnation, but we did. It really had nothing to do with the program that Jen was showing me, but suddenly we were on the topic. Reincarnation is something that I have believed in for a very long time. It is also something that I made a point of not discussing with many people as it didn’t seem to be well accepted by most of those that I am around. It was a relief to have someone that felt as I did on the subject and understood what it was that I was saying. I could freely discuss this with her and it felt so good and so right to do so. I was drawn to Jen, however, I didn’t know why. She told me at a later date that she had been drawn to me as well and when people start to weigh in her thoughts, she has learned from the past that there is some connection there that she needs to pay attention to. It was no surprise to her at all that we connected so strongly.

I had struggled with thoughts of reincarnation and paranormal activities since childhood. I struggled with the discrepancies in modern religion. It was hard for me to believe that if there were a heaven and only one religion was correct in their beliefs, most of my family would never reach that heaven as my personal family includes Baptists, Lutherans, and Catholics. My husband’s family was raised Mormon and while he is not currently a practicing Mormon, we still have close ties to those in the church. Even though I had already been baptized in the Community Church of my preteen years, I was baptized again in the Mormon Church in 1980. I was 8 months pregnant with my son at that time and really didn’t know if they would get all of me under the water! I know that the main reason I joined the church was that I needed to be part of the family that I had married into. I loved going to my own church as a child and singing at the top of my lungs and then having the peace that prayer always brought. In the end though, I realized that I couldn’t follow the theology of the church, no matter how much I loved the people in the church.

I had been questioning my Baptist upbringing of a loving God not allowing all of His children to go to heaven if they didn’t follow certain rules. The alternative for not following the rules was an eternity filled with fire in hell. This concept made no sense to me. I had been questioning Western religion for a very long time. I had been doing it quietly as I was not good at conflict and tried to avoid it at all costs. I couldn’t believe it, but in Jen I found someone with whom I could freely discuss my inner thoughts and it felt so good. The relief that I felt at finding someone that said there is no hell was immense! Thank you for that, Jen! Letting go of hellfire and damnation was huge in my movement forward on my journey. I hadn’t realized that holding on to the fear that it might be true kept me from learning more about the things that I really felt to be true.

After that Wednesday, I began staying after on all Wednesdays for Lofty Talk as Jen called it. Julie stayed as well. Collette would be there for a short time before she would head out to work. We normally stayed together for a few hours each Wednesday discussing whatever topic we chose for that day. Jen and/or Julie would pick the topic and I found that I soaked up all that they said; not only did I soak it up but, I added to the conversation in intelligent ways. I knew what they were talking about; it was more like I was remembering rather than learning something new. I had already set up a gratitude list prior to staying after and talking each day. I had read The Secret and all of Eckhart Tolle’s books and I believed in what I had read. I was ready to learn more, to understand more and to move forward with what my life purpose might hold.

I knew that there was a reason that I had spent several years prior to this time dealing with Multiple Sclerosis. It has to do with timing and I have long since realized that there are no real coincidences in this world. I became ill when I was moving in another direction entirely and it would have made my life turn out differently than it did. When I was diagnosed, my entire family had a change in life style. Brad, my husband, became a care taker for more than a few years. I never really thought that MS would be something that I would be grateful for. In hindsight, I am very grateful for this disease and the fact that it has given me the ability to feel compassion and understanding in how my current clients feel when they come to me for healing.

I gained self-confidence as I learned to dance and perform in front of other people. I found that it felt good to be a known as Debbie because I had spent years being known as Brad’s wife, Mrs. Brad, or one of my children’s Mom. That had moved on to Grandma in recent years and it was nice to have my own identity. It was hard for Brad at times as I found the me that had always been there, I had stayed silent and hidden so that I didn’t disrupt the flow of things. I had never had a reason to be me before, but now I found that there was something I believed in enough that I had to start following my own path of truth. There never was any intention of hurting anyone and change is always difficult. This was something that I had to do for me. Through the Wednesday classes I also realized that as I changed, those around me would either change with me or fall away. I feel that they are changing with me as they are a part of my life and part of my journey.

I continued to learn and practice things such as meditation and remote viewing. I had never done either one of them before. I found that meditation was a very powerful thing for me. Meditation took me places I’d never been and I learned things while there. The peace of mind that meditation brought (and still brings) helped me to understand a bit more about this journey that I am on.

I found that I was good at remote viewing. I also discovered that I needed to stop analyzing what I saw as I was always trying to make it into something that made sense to me. Learning not to analyze things was very difficult for me, it still is at times. Just letting things be as they are is an art in and of itself.

I had always been afraid of Tarot cards and Ouija Boards scared me more than I can ever express. I had a very bad experience with one as a child and that memory has never left me. My Dad and I worked well together on the Ouija Board. We would hold our fingers inches above the triangle as it moved across the board, answering yes or no questions. It seemed like fun until the board began writing things back to us and asking us questions! That frightened me as I knew that we had tapped into something that I had no knowledge or background to explain. It was another thing to add to the spooky stories of my childhood, but this one I was an active participant in. I wasn’t very old when this happened, maybe around 12 or so. I have never allowed my children to use a Ouija Board and I never allowed Tarot cards either as I had placed them into the same category.

I told the girls my story and they were intrigued, but not afraid. They explained that these things are tools, and when they are used correctly and for the greater good of all, they have no power in themselves. This made sense to me, but when fear is heavily ingrained in the person that you are, it is a hard thing to overcome. To this day I still have not used a Ouija Board, though I do Tarot card readings for others. I have discovered that I am very good at interpreting the cards, both Tarot and Oracle cards. Working with the cards now brings joy to me and helps give affirmations and advice to others.

The subject of Reiki came up during one