Snakes can heal us

I used to be so afraid of snakes.  Aren't most people?  Since I've done a lot of healing work I promised myself to face my fears and challenge myself to heal that part of me.  Of course one of those fears was snakes.  I had an opportunity to face this while I was in S. Africa because at this healing center they have a reptile center.  What a perfect place to start working on my healing with snakes.

Corniel is the owner of the center and I mentioned to him I'd like to get over my fear of snakes and I asked him if he would help me with that.  And of course he was thrilled and said he would help me.
As I walked into his center and a room filled with snakes, I began to be uneasy and anxious.  I could feel all of the tension in my body and my nervousness. 

What did I just sign up for?  Who intentionally goes after their fears like this head on?  Oh, yeah ME!

I'm standing there with both my arms face up and straight out as per his direction.  I though he was going to bring me one snake to hole.  NOPE, he brings me a few small one and places them on top of my arms.  I'm just watching them as they move and settle and slither on top of one another.  I held them for about 5 minutes before he took them away and brought me another one. 

This next snake was so beautiful and what I would consider a normal size.  It had purple and blue and black tones.  I held this snake in my arms and just looked at it and got to a place of how beautiful it was.  I started to think about my fears of snakes and where that came from. Most of us can relate that our parents told us to stay away from snakes.  They will bit us and they are poisonous.  There isn't enough information and education for our parents to be able to help us distinguish between those ones with venom and not.  They weren't taught that either.  I'm sure there are some people out there that maybe got that education from their parents, but its not a usual occurrence.  There is also the biblical fear that is put into our mind as well.  The snake represents in the Christian community as the devil and the deceiver.

I've also learned about snakes in another way prior to coming to S. Africa that snakes represent healing and transformation.  As I'm holding the snake I wanted to think about those aspects.  How a snake can help us heal and let go.  When a snake sheds it skin it leaves it behind.  I doubt that if you went into a snakes home you'd find bags of snake skin.  It doesn't say, oh, let me hold onto this and put it in the closet. No, it sheds the skin and keeps moving. 

Another teaching with snakes is how they are belly to belly with the earth.  Moving effortlessly and also grounding.  Connected to the earth so deeply. 

That is what I wanted to focus on with this snake as I'm holding it my arms.  I became a little more relaxed.

And on to the next snake.  This one is the Papa of all snakes.  I was really afraid now.  A python?  Won't this eat me?  The only reason I felt ok with it was because it was a snake in the reptile center.  It was used to being held.  I want to make this clear, I would not pick up a snake and to this that I found in the jungle or the side of a road.  That being said....there was magic in this experience.


As he put the snake around my neck I could feel all of his weight.  I would make certain adjustments and tried to move him a little.  In my mind I thought "man you are really heavy, I wish you could adjust yourself"

After I said this, the snake move, adjusted himself, and balanced his weight so I could hold him.  I am NOT kidding.  How did the snake know?  I didn't say it out loud.

Then I was feeling tense.  I wanted to relax but I didn't know how.  After I thought about this once again in my mind, the snake shifted.  It became to move around putting more weight on me in certain areas.  Then I began to relax and realized I'm getting a massage from a snake.  I had this idea that they would slither and they don't.  They move gracefully and with pressure and its not gross or weird.  I couldn't believe I was standing there getting a great massage from a huge snake. 

Then I put my hands out because he started to move again and I felt like he needed some support on his head.  He then rested his head on my hand.  I internally had another conversation with myself.  I suddenly could feel the power of this snake.  How grounded it was, how secure, how comfortable in his own skin.  Also feeling that he could change at any moment.  I felt us connected and I realized he was feeling all of my energy. When I was nervous, when I was scared, and when I started to relax. 

I told the snake that I wasn't ready to look at him in the face.  I couldn't look directly into his eyes and he just stayed there and didn't move.  A few minutes later I felt my shoulders drop a little more and I became more comfortable.  I then had the thought "I'm ready to see you"  And you know what he did?  He picked up his head and looked at me.  Writing this brings tears to my eyes that I could be connected with this scary creature.  And that he had patience with me.  Was this thing healing me?  Was he waiting for me to relax and heal and connect with him. 

I was so peaceful and relaxed.  Right then and there I because the SNAKE woman.  I asked if I could take him out an walk around with him and he said yes.  So the snake and I were off, to explore together out in the sun.

When I was walking around the property I saw one of the women and her child staring at me.  Staring in a way that I new she too was afraid of snakes.  So I thought, here is an opportunity to help her feel the magic of this reptile and allow the snake to heal her too.  She was hesitant at first.  So I asked her to just touch its tail...and feel the skin.  It took a while and we both had patience.  Then she was able to hold the bottom half of the snake and so did her child. 

That was my first time Second time in S. Africa and I returned a third.  I couldn't wait to see the snake again.  It was like visiting family and seeing a long lost friend.  I asked Corniel if I could take the snake out.  Of course he let me.  He also asked if I wanted to give it a bath.  Sure why not?  I took the snake over the pond and let it swim around.  It is also where it like to take a poop.  Seeing a snakes poop was a highlight also.  I was surprised to see that it looks just like human poop and floated to the top of the pond.  This snake eats well I thought.

Then I took it out and let it move around in the grass as I rinsed it and washed it with a sponge.

 Then I had this crazy idea that I would let the snake do another healing on my.  That is when I layed in the grass and allowed him move around on me if he wanted.  He knew exactly what my fear was.  Of course he comes directly up the middle of me....onto my stomach and straight for my head.  He must have know I had this fear and that he could swallow me.  I tried to relax.  I moved my head to the side as he moved over me.  Massaging my body with his movements.  This felt amazing.  ANd then he continued on moving next to my shoulders until he move off of me entirely.  What an experience.

God Put Me In business

If you've been following me on this blog or social media for a while, you've likely noticed that my topics mostly revolve around healing. However, what I haven't discussed is my journey into the world of entrepreneurship and how I believe God guided me towards owning my own business. To fully understand this chapter of my life, we need to go back a few years to where it all began.

In 2008, I thought I had everything figured out. I had a great job, a substantial income, the opportunity to travel, and the means to buy whatever I desired. Yet, despite all this, I wasn't truly happy. When I eventually left that job, I found myself in a state of depression. I felt like I had lost my identity, security, the illusion of happiness, and, most importantly, my confidence. I spent the next few years searching for the path to happiness.

Then, one day, it happened—I became genuinely happy, and I documented my journey in a book titled "I'm Happy. How Did I Get Here?" This book encapsulated a significant moment in my life, but what followed was a new phase, where God led me into the unexpected world of owning a colonic business—yes, you read that right, a colonic business, often humorously referred to as the "SH+T biz."

Following the publication of my book, I was on a spiritual high, and I felt content. My spirit was elated to have shared this book with the world, but my body told a different story. I was fatigued, weak, and in physical pain, all while silently suffering. In my confusion and frustration, I turned to God:

"God, I don't understand. I know you can heal me, so why am I in so much pain? I followed your guidance and published this book. I even went through the emotional turmoil of opening myself up to the world to share my gifts and teachings. Why is this happening?"

The response I heard was unexpected: "You need to understand your body at a deeper level."

Although it wasn't the answer I wanted, I couldn't ignore it forever. As I detailed in a previous blog post, I discovered how colon hydrotherapy had saved me and taught me that my body needed communication, soothing, and loving attention—much like a child.

Now, let's fast forward to the next chapter. After several attempts to work for someone else in the colonic business, it became clear that the message from God was becoming more persistent: "Open your own place."

My initial response was, "I don't have the money." However, the true obstacle turned out to be my ego, which whispered that I had been successful in the corporate world, published a book, and now I would be dealing with...well, "stuff" from people. My ego made me believe that this would be a step backward.

I realized that I needed to heal this aspect of myself because this endeavor was about offering a different form of help to people. Gradually, I overcame my ego's resistance and opened up to the possibility of becoming a therapist and owning a clinic. I humbled myself and asked my father for assistance in getting started. I'm no trust fund baby, but my father once mentioned that he'd help me because he knew how much colon hydrotherapy had helped me. However, fear crept in. I would be tapping into my dad's 401k, his retirement. What if I failed?

God's response was clear: "Open it. This is a blessing for your father too. Don't deny him this opportunity."

On June 27th, 2016, I opened my first office with just one device in a single room. For the first three months, I didn't share what I was doing with many people. I had to overcome feelings of embarrassment, my changing title, and the shift in my career identity.

As I worked with clients, I witnessed God's influence in my ability to introduce them to colon hydrotherapy, helping them explore their bodies at a deeper level. I was providing an additional avenue for healing. My dream had always been to establish a healing center, but I never envisioned this particular service. Who wants a colonic, after all?

After a few months, it became evident that this was going to be a significant part of my journey. I knew I was meant to have not just one room with one device but multiple devices and clinics. Two years into my journey, I was exceptionally busy in my expanded clinic. I decided to discuss the idea of expansion with God, explaining that I needed more space for my clients.

A few weeks later, one of my clients mentioned that she was relocating her office and suggested I take over the space, which included four rooms and an office. My initial thought was, "How can I afford two more devices?"

Then, I received information from LIBBE, the manufacturer of my equipment, about a sale on two additional devices. Despite my doubts about securing a commercial lease, I reminded myself that this was all God's plan. I had two choices: listen to the fear and the opinions of the world, such as "It's too soon" or "Don't go too fast," or trust in God's guidance.

I moved into that clinic and purchased two more devices, gaining my own space in the process. Now, I have my own clinic, not just a single room.

I remember thinking to myself, "I think I'll have another clinic in three months." Things were going smoothly in the new clinic, and I even took a ten-day trip, during which my employee managed things impressively. Within just two months of opening, my business had already doubled. God had truly blessed me.

Two and a half months later, I received a phone call from a woman offering to sell me her clinic, which was located twenty minutes away and equipped with two devices. This opportunity came just as I had been contemplating expansion.

I prayed about it, saying, "God, if this is your will and I'm meant to do this, I trust that you will make it work. But how will I afford more devices?"

Later that day, I received a packet in the mail from LIBBE, informing me that they had two more devices on sale. It was a clear sign. I had two options: listen to the world's opinions and fears – "It's too soon," "You've just opened," "Don't rush" – or follow God's lead.

I chose to listen to God. While it wasn't always comfortable and easy, I learned to recognize when God was guiding me. This journey wasn't just about expanding my business; it was about following a divine plan, no matter how unconventional it might seem.

Carolyn Berry.  Proud owner of Clean Colonic.  with TWO locations!
www.cleancolonic.com
www.carolynheals.com

They Wanted to Cut me open. I said NO. I'll find another way.

In early 2015, I found myself facing excruciating back pain. It had reached a point where I couldn't even bend over due to the intense discomfort in my lower back. Simple tasks like tying my shoes or sitting down became challenging without additional support. I had to rely on my elbow and arm strength to turn over in bed, and even bending down to wash my face or brush my teeth became arduous. It was a miserable period, and it felt like my life was taking a wrong turn. I was frustrated because I had spent the past few years healing my emotional wounds, feeling stronger, and equipping myself with tools to handle life's challenges.

As much progress as I had made in my emotional healing journey, I had to confront the reality that I still lived in a world where devastating events occurred, some of which I witnessed, and others that directly affected me. However, I had been empowered with these healing tools to navigate these hardships and emotions.

But now, my physical body demanded attention. I was perplexed by what was happening to me. I tried various methods to alleviate the pain, but it had reached a point where I could no longer take walks, practice yoga, or even lie flat on a massage or chiropractic table. Whenever I attempted to lie down, I couldn't get back up. I had hit a wall and was in a desperate place, dealing with unbearable pain and physical suffering.

I remember having a conversation with God, filled with frustration and desperation: "I know you want me to heal and help people, but is it going to be from a wheelchair because I cannot walk? I'm willing to continue leading my classes, even if it's my purpose, but not like this."

My anger grew as nothing seemed to work, and to make matters worse, my menstrual cycle became painful. Every day became a challenge, and month after month, my abdomen expanded with no relief in sight.

Out of fear, I decided to undergo a wellness check with my gynecologist, suspecting something might be wrong in that area. Though I knew I would leave the appointment frustrated, given my previous negative experiences with the medical community, I had to address why I had been suffering from this pain and cramping monthly for 20 years. I had tried using birth control once to alleviate the issue, but it led to another problem – blood clots in my legs and lungs, rendering it an unsuitable solution.

My initial appointment with the gynecologist covered my history and the excruciating pain I was enduring. My pain had evolved from being solely in my lower back to a deep-seated discomfort inside me. I was constantly swollen and uncomfortable. The doctor insisted on an ultrasound to investigate if anything could be found.

When I returned for the results, I received a diagnosis of adenomyosis, a condition in which the uterus retains menstrual fluid. Some of this fluid doesn't exit the body, leading to inflammation as it is reabsorbed into the uterine wall. Her explanation made sense because I felt like I had a 20lb baby inside me, and I constantly looked and felt pregnant. Her recommended solution was a hysterectomy, which left me frustrated, disappointed, angry, and irritated.

"So, the only solution is to cut me open?" I exclaimed in disbelief.

This was an incredibly difficult decision to accept, and I had to work through a whirlwind of emotions. Although I hadn't been planning to have children anytime soon, did I want that choice taken away from me? Did I want to remove a part of myself?

I knew I needed to find an alternative solution. That's when I heard a voice telling me to get a colonic. A friend had been suggesting colonics for months, and every time he mentioned it, I became increasingly frustrated. I couldn't wait to tell him about my real medical issue. However, I had to put my ego aside and consider that he might be right – perhaps I needed to try this unconventional approach.

Colonics? Who would willingly opt for such a procedure? Who would want to experience it? Certainly not me. But I had reached a point of desperation with no other options in sight. I couldn't comprehend how it would help since I wasn't constipated; I had regular bowel movements every day.

After my first colonic session, I realized that it wasn't as daunting as I had imagined. What had I been so afraid of? Maybe it was because I had heard my massage teacher mention it in 1997, and I had been resistant. Nonetheless, I was grateful I had tried it. The insertion tube was non-invasive, about the size of a straw, addressing one of my initial concerns.

I decided to commit to nine sessions after the therapist explained that we have five feet of large intestine, and it wouldn't be fully cleansed in just a few sessions. She also emphasized that everything starts in the colon.

After six sessions, my pain persisted, and I felt frustrated, tears streaming down my face, and disappointment setting in. I felt like I had wasted my time and money yet again. Over the years, I had spent thousands trying various healing modalities and consulting with specialists in an attempt to fix my issues.

I shared my frustration with the therapist, and she encouraged me to persevere: "Keep going, everything starts in the colon."

I returned for my seventh colonic session the next day and experienced a significant release. Unusual grey-looking stones emerged, and it didn't feel like anything recent, but the relief was palpable.

Later that day, as I stretched on the floor, I realized that I could get up easily. It hit me – I no longer needed support to get up, and I could bend over effortlessly.

Had colon hydrotherapy healed me? Could this colonic treatment truly have worked? It seemed impossible. I had no issues with mobility, and my back pain had subsided. A month later, I experienced no discomfort during my menstrual cycle, my constant abdominal swelling disappeared, and I no longer felt internally bloated. It was a revelation – I didn't need a hysterectomy after all!

Moved by my experience, I felt compelled to share it with the world. I began marketing and branding for the company where I received my colonics. I believed that everyone should try colon hydrotherapy, whether or not they had issues. I hadn't realized how much waste could get stuck, blocked, or impacted within the colon and its pockets. It was essential for people to give themselves a fresh start in their colon.

Do you take supplements? Are you absorbing them? How can you be sure?

After working with this company for seven months and witnessing clients' transformations as they became healthier and happier, I felt a need to delve deeper into this field.

My future plans included opening a healing center, and I knew that colon hydrotherapy had to be part of it. So, I attended the LIBBE school, the device manufacturing company, in San Antonio. I wanted to learn directly from the source and gather information firsthand.

During my studies, I realized my passion ran deeper. I saw how I could incorporate colon hydrotherapy into my personal healing practice. I had already been assisting people in emotional and spiritual healing. My teachings revolved around helping individuals reconnect with their bodies, release emotions, and equip themselves with tools to respond to life's challenges without internalizing them.

This newfound passion led me to secure an office where I could conduct classes, provide

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Oh, and the reason I chose my business name Clean Colonic, Is because I will make sure it will be a CLEAN experience.  Straight to the point.  No Mess, NO fuss.  Just Clean Colonic!!!!!

Birthing My Book

I thought it was important to share this story now, before my book actually launches. You might wonder why I am saying "birthed"? It's because I actually have to birth this book from an energetic standpoint.

In September 2014, I wrote my book in just one week, approximately 46,000 words. On the first day, I managed to write 3,000 words, and then it escalated to 6,000 words. After a few days, I had already reached 13,000 words. On the 10th day, I was astonished to find that I had written a total of 46,000 words. It made me wonder where all this writing ability had been when I was forced to write in school. I recalled how much I used to dislike writing, especially when I had to put together a 500-word essay. It was surprising how the words were flowing out of me effortlessly. I was excited to share my stories and adventures and empowered to convey how I had been recognizing how God was speaking to me. I was beginning to understand what "intuitive" gifts were. I also knew that I was not the only one who experienced this. I wanted to help people uncover this ability for themselves and show them that they could truly be happy as well.

The book began to take shape in the summer of 2014, right before I was about to teach a class. Suddenly, I began to breathe deeply and prepare for class when I felt an overwhelming sense of joy inside of me. It was pouring out of me for no apparent reason. I realized that I was genuinely happy. Had I finally reached that point?

For years, I had relied on external factors to make me happy. Different things, such as drinking, retail therapy, various relationships, food, and more, had been necessary to induce happiness. I needed someone or something else to make me happy.

So, this was an extraordinary moment when I genuinely felt happy. I sat there, savoring the moment, and had a silent laugh followed by a smile, and then I burst into laughter. "I am happy!" I exclaimed. I then began to reflect on all the hard work I had invested in the healing process. The pain, the time, and the energy I had dedicated to achieving happiness. And now, I had finally made it.

During my reflective moments, I started to write the book. Spirit flowed through me with this joyous energy, and I knew other people had to read this so I could help them find their own happiness.

Unfortunately, after a few weeks, I paused with the book. I was plagued by fear and doubt, overwhelmed by thoughts such as: "Who will read my book? I'm not a writer. I'm not that funny. No one cares about my stories. Who am I to teach? I need to wait."

My contract job was ending, so I decided to take a break and booked a trip to Peru. I believed that going there would provide me with more clarity. And indeed, I did gain clarity, although I could have achieved the same insight at home. I needed to escape and thought I required external help to overcome my reluctance to write.

During my trip to Peru, I talked about my book, and people showed genuine interest in what I had to say. These were strangers, and I didn't have the time to build a relationship and share bits and pieces. They seemed captivated by my stories. Perhaps I needed a bit of confidence and inspiration from people.

After Peru, just 13 days later, I embarked on a trip to South Africa, which had been planned in advance. I was there for 17 days and once again shared my book and stories with the group. People were intrigued.

Upon returning to the United States, I spent a few weeks in Arizona and then headed home to California for Christmas. I was constantly on the move.

Two weeks later, I found myself in Sedona for a week, and this is when my pain intensified. When I arrived at the hotel in Sedona, I could barely walk. I had to request an emergency healing session with my mentor just to help me get to the toilet. Standing up or pulling myself up had become an arduous task. It was then that I decided to start meditating and ask my body what all this pain was about. I had tried everything I could think of to heal my back, but it wasn't getting better. I realized, "I need to get my book out. All of this creation is sitting inside of me." I pondered this thought for a while and realized it was true. I had been so excited when I wrote it and when I talked about it with friends and even people I had just met. But I was too scared to get it edited and do the rest of the work required to share it with the world. It seemed like such a monumental task.

I returned home after Sedona and recognized that the pain wasn't subsiding. I needed to see a doctor to find out what was really going on. I ended up getting an ultrasound on my uterus, which empowered me because I finally knew where to target my efforts. My uterus was swollen and pressing on my lower back and bladder. It was also reabsorbing tissue from my menstrual cycle instead of expelling it. That's when I knew I needed to birth this book. It felt like a 20lb weight sitting inside of me, and the pain was becoming unbearable.

Cycle after cycle, I still faced issues, and I continued to deny the fact that I needed to work on my book or get it out there. I was still gripped by panic and fear. But I knew I had to do something because my body was suffering, and I couldn't endure the pain any longer.

I calculated the days I had been dealing with this issue. I wrote the book in September, and the end of June marked 9 MONTHS!

You see, I do need to birth this book. I shared this story with a friend of mine, and she threw me a BOOK SHOWER! What? I know, it sounds crazy and fun, right?

I'm excited, yet still nervous, experiencing major labor pains even in the week leading up to the event. At the beginning of the week, I could barely walk, and my body doesn't seem to be relenting because if it did, I might procrastinate for a few more months before getting my book out.

"It's in the process," I would tell myself. I'm thrilled that it's now in the hands of a professional editor, and I'm arranging for photos for the cover. My test readers are enjoying the book. So, here it is, everything is in motion. I can't stop now.

Love to you all,
Carolyn
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Removing unwanted energy

Cutting Cords

When discussing "cutting cords," there is a fear that comes up for most people, along with a common question: "If I cut off someone I love, does that mean they are gone forever?" The answer depends on how you cut the cord and the intentions you set when doing so. But let’s take a step back and talk about what cutting cords is all about.

Have you ever, out of nowhere, had a friend or loved one "pop" into your head? Or suddenly, they just called you when you were thinking of them? Most of us have had this happen at some point in our lives. This is when the energy between people gets connected, and this energy is transferred as soon as it’s a thought.

To explain, visualize this connection "cord" going into your body like a tube and connecting to the other person's body. This is how you feel their energy or have a feeling they were thinking about you or about to call. This can happen at any distance and anywhere around the world.

An example would be a cell phone call; visualize how energy flows even though we don't see it. If you make a call to someone and it's ringing, you are waiting to connect on the other line. You know you are connected when they say hello, but you can’t see the actual connection. You know your voice is traveling to the other end, and you can make a three-way call and bring someone else in on the line. When you are done with the phone call, you hang up or click end, and the phone line is disconnected. You are no longer connected with that person on the other end.

So think about these energy cords in a similar way. When you are done working with someone, speaking to them, or interacting in any way, it is time to disconnect from them and clear the energy. If you don't, then they are still connected. Imagine if you didn't hit end on the cell phone and you started another conversation with someone else in the room. The person on the phone can hear everything; they are now part of the communication. So you need to clear and cut the connection off so that you can start fresh with another one with no interruptions and no one else’s opinions or influence of energy.

We should all own 100% of our energy at all times. We can have a connection with people without having this ongoing energetic connection that cords into us because if we do, then we are leaking energy and giving it away. It doesn't matter if you are in a loving relationship, have children, friends, co-workers, etc. Each person needs to have all of their energy around them. It is important so that they can experience life and journey with their information and not others' influence. With these cords attached to us, other people's information, thought patterns, ideas, and energies are exchanged. There is a time for that when we are connected and engaged in activities and conversations, and there is a time to disconnect once we are not with them. If there is still a connection, you will be leaking your energy, and when that happens, your body will respond. This can leave your body open to fatigue, stress, and many other factors that can cause injury or disease.

Chances are you have corded into someone, or they have corded into you if you have experienced any of these common situations, and there are many more that could be there. You may even feel that you have an emotion that you are not familiar with or cannot explain. You just don't "feel" yourself. That could be a connection with someone else.

Another example is walking into a room and meeting someone, and you had a feeling that they are in a "bad" mood? Or they shifted your mood. You felt really good when you got there, and then all of a sudden your mood changes, and this "Debbie Downer" somehow robbed you of a good time? That is how we feel and connect with other people. It gives us information and can be beneficial to keep us safe. It also is an awareness, and then we need to disconnect so we are back to our own energy.

Have you started your day with high energy and went shopping for a few hours, and then you are so tired or feeling emotions that you didn't start the day having? Chances are you may have had someone connect to you because your energy was stronger than theirs, and they needed to feed off of you. We call these "energy vampires.” This may sound a little scary, but this can happen without your permission. This can happen if you do not have boundaries or protection set up around your energetic body.

There is an appropriate time when you can be connected and "corded" into someone, and there is a time to not be. If you are no longer in a relationship or not speaking to someone, yet they pop into your head once in a while, you may still be connected to them and need to remove the connection.

Even if you are in a relationship, dealing with co-workers, children, etc., after you have been around them, you need to remove the cords so that they have 100% of their energy, and you have yours. This is not cutting them off.