07/04/2025
Part 2: The First Yes
I didn’t mean to become intuitive. I just wanted to eat garlic bread again.
After leaving engineering, I entered a strange kind of in-between.
I’d stepped away from the world that made sense to my family, but I hadn’t yet landed in anything solid.
I was listening, but didn’t know to what.
I wasn’t trying to be a healer. I wasn’t trying to be anything.
But something was beginning.
At the time, I had food allergies—wheat, dairy, garlic, eggs, the list was long—pretty much everything that had been part of my diet. I was vegan and on an elimination diet, so I pretty much subsisted on rice and broccoli.
A friend mentioned a practitioner who worked in her building named Kory.
He worked with acupuncture, NAET, muscle testing, and something called “Healing from the Body Level Up.”
I had no idea what any of that meant, but something in me said: Yes. This.
So I went.
And it worked.
My symptoms began to shift. One by one, I got back the foods that I loved. I realized at some point that I wasn’t afraid of food anymore, afraid of eating and feeling terrible.
But it wasn’t just physical. We worked on emotional stuff too. And spiritual stuff.
Whatever I brought in—and I always, every week, I brought a list, scrawled on a tiny sticky note—for each item he would muscle test what modality to use and we would clear it.
Past life grudges. Karmic vows and contracts. Curses and seductions. Fibers and tangles.
We’d use colors, drawing, affirmations, incantations.
We’d ask my divine angels and guides to clear things.
It was wild.
And again, it worked.
Triggers and traumas that had always been part of my life began to soften and fade.
One day in a session, Kory said gently, as if it were the most normal thing in the world:
“You know you can talk to your guides yourself, right?”
I stared at him.
He explained. Everyone has guides.
They don’t interfere. They don’t override free will. But they’re always listening.
If you ask for help, they’ll offer it.
My science-y mind reared up its ugly head - it was not having it.
“Just try it,” he said. “Talk to them like they’re in the room.
You don’t have to believe. Just… act as if.”
Well, I never miss an opportunity to try something that seems impossible.
So that night, I did...
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I didn’t mean to become intuitive. I just wanted to eat garlic bread again. But gifts come in strange packages sometimes.