Space clearing is a topic that repels or intrigues others. I have found that energetic cleaning is equally as important as physical cleaning.
I have taken many Feng Shui, Energy Healing and Space Clearing courses from many different teachers and the technique that resonates with me the most is using sound to clear your space or your own energy field.
The chant of "Om" has a profound effect when it is your own energy, clearing your own surroundings. I have found that it can be just the right vibration to connect to your sacred space.
There is nothing quite like your own Om in your own home! There's no place like h-Ohm!
When I chant "Om", the sound really does seem to come from far beyond the hear-and-now. It sounds other-worldly and is not my voice. It is a much deeper, wiser sound. I have unusually amazing breath control while making the long, "Ooooohhhhhhhhh", followed by the lingering ending, "mmmmmmmm." I chant with intention and I am very open to whatever wants to come through me. I am usually in awe of the sounds and how they make my whole body vibrate and seem to affect my surroundings.
Sound Healing...
The sound Om, when chanted, vibrates at the frequency of 432 Hz, which is the same vibrational frequency found throughout everything in nature. I believe that if anything or anyone is out of balance then the Om chant can bring you back to that universal code of 432 Hz.
While studying sound healing with Jonathan Goldman in Loveland, Colorado, I discovered many frequencies that heal and uplift. My favorite is 528 Hz, which according to Dr. Leonard Horowitz, is the "love frequency". It is central to the “musical mathematical matrix of creation.” He believes that more than any sound previously discovered, the love frequency resonates at the heart of everything.
I often use my tibetan singing bowl and tuning forks to shift the energy of my environment. It feels good to play with vibration and see what resonates with my mood. I find it relaxes me and allows my body to align with a higher source while letting go of what doesn't serve me.
Healing The Past...
It was oddly therapeutic when I returned to visit my hometown a few years ago and found that my childhood home had been torn down. My literal dreams and nightmares of purchasing it as an adult and having the courage to look at it again in order to "remodel" it have now stopped. I think I had fantasized about healing it quite literally.
My little grey childhood home was a dark place to grow up due to the generations of pain and family karma it housed. From the outside looking in, we looked pretty average. But, I had always been hesitant and embarrassed to have friends over. As a child, I thought that was because we didn’t have much money and most of my school friends were wealthy. As an adult, I see that it was because of what had happened in that house. The wealth I had admired was more about envying a loving, safe family home.
The little house as it looked in 2011 vs. The monster apartment building that is there now.
I was often embarrassed that my childhood room was tiny. It was just large enough to house a twin-sized bunkbed, a small dresser and a radiator. I was thrilled to have a second story window that looked out at a huge oak tree that offered my side of the house refreshing shade from our hot summer Chicago suburb nights. I was never allowed to close my door, and even though it had a skeleton key type hole, there was no key that I had ever found. I never had any privacy as kid. Sometimes I would play in my little closet behind the vinyl folding door just to have a deeper place to hide. That is, until I got older and realized that the ceiling of that closet had a trap door to an attic. My imagination ran away with the thought of what might be up there, probably because I never got to see it.
My family and I only lived in that home for 16 of my most formative years. Little did I know that it would take the rest of my life to come to terms with all that happened in that home.
After years of therapy and working through my feelings about that childhood home, I realized I could not only heal my inner child, but I could also forgive the house. I did some energetic distant space clearing while looking at these photos and creating the sound "Om" or listening to music designed for space clearing such as Jonathan Goldman's Holy Harmony CD. I sent my intentions for clarity, closure and forgiveness. I often got goosebumps or spine tingles as I felt a shift in my energy and perhaps the physical energy of that house even changed.
I have lived in many different types and sizes of housing since my childhood, but I had never really found my "home" until I went deep inside and reclaimed my inner child. I learned that my heart ❤️ is my home - and there is no place like home!
Ironically, now as I approach my 57th year, I crave my own teeny-tiny little house. Someday I will have one with a sign or welcome mat that says "There's no place like h-Ohm"!
Tami is grateful for all of her Highly Sensitive Person traits because they have made her who she is today: an optimistic, nurturing soul, full of great compassion. Being a mother has been her hardest and most rewarding job since her unique and sensitive children have been her greatest inspiration and teachers. She is currently writing a series of children’s books for HSP families, The Sunshine Books.
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