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Apart from very occasionally visiting a psychic or spiritualist to have my fortune told, I knew nothing about spiritual paths or higher energy vibrations and I certainly had no idea of what The Universe held in store for me.  This is just the skeleton of my story of a fascinating, but long and at first, heart-wrenching and traumatic journey.

Twenty six years ago I moved from the Northeast to live in Wales with my husband and  twelve year old son. I was leading an average kind of life with my family in Wales but by the Summer of the second year strange things started to happen,. At the time they made no sense to me, But I KNEW that they were an unquestionable truth. People were brought into my life, I KNEW they were there for me in some way, “BUT WHY?”

In the autumn of the second year something very strange happened that would become the focal point for my survival., My husband,  son and myself went for a walk to a local beach. My husband walked on his own and my son and I dallied at a slower pace along the waters edge, collecting small shells.  We had walked for some time engrossed in our task to find the biggest and best shells when out of the blue my son started to run up the beach.  I shouted after him to come back but he kept on running. At about 300 yards or so he came to a dead stop, bent down and picked something up. It was as if he KNEW just what his quarry was, there was no hesitation. It was almost like watching a dog retrieving it’s favourite ball. In one sweeping action he turned and started to run back to me.  He stopped in front of me. I was asking him, “Why did you run up the beach?” I asked but he didn’t answer me. Instead he held out his hand to reveal his precise find. I started to say that the shell that sat on his hand was much bigger then any of the other’s that we had found, “ But how did you find it? ” As I said the words I raised my hand that clasped one handle of the bag of shells. Instead of putting the shell into the bag, he uncurled my fingers and put the shell on the palm of my hand, as he said. “No this shell hasn’t to go in the bag with the others, because this shell is a lonely shell”.  At this point I started to laugh, but the laugh soon fell away as he continued “and when you have to go away, I will be very lonely too”. I was emotionally staggered and shocked. The impact that my son  should ever think such a thing far surpassed a mother’s comprehension.  There are no words to describe what I felt in that moment. I somehow managed to stammer out, “But I will never leave you”. He did not respond. He turned and ran up the beach to his father. I stood for a while with my head reeling.  The call to hurry up broke my thoughts. I put the shell in to the top pocket of my jacket and walked up the beach to my husband and son. I would not see or wear that jacket for approximately another year.

Then the most bizarre thing happened. At the end of another normal day, I went to bed and fell asleep.  That would be the last time that I would sleep in my bed under the same roof as my husband and son.  My life would never be normal again.

Next morning I awoke and I knew I had to leave. Why?  Because, I had to ‘BE’ something and ‘DO’ something.I had no choice.  An unseen, but powerful force was pulling me.

My husband had left for work.  I sat up in bed.  I was overwhelmed with stunned confusion as I moved between KNOWING that I had to leave and KNOWING that I didn’t WANT to leave.  Having no desire to leave the security of home and family, you cannot start to comprehend how bizarre this dilemma was.  When my husband came home from work at 4 p.m. I was convinced that I was going crazy.  He looked at the traumatised mess that stood in front of him, that he no longer recognised as his wife and asked  “what is wrong”?  I told him that I had to leave and BE something and DO something and I couldn’t do it here.  I begged him to help me find somewhere for my son and I to live, until I was better.  I thought we would sit down together and talk it through and it would be ‘all right’.  He didn’t even want to discuss it.  I was told ‘either stay here and love me or leave this house by 10:00 tomorrow morning’.  I had to go.

The next morning at 10.a.m., distraught and thinking I was going crazy, I got into a taxi, with two bags of clothes.  I only had £30.00 in my purse and nowhere to live.  I closed the taxi door as it pulled away.
MY JOURNEY TO YOU, AND THE BREATH OF LIFE, HAD BEGUN.

I lived in Liverpool for four months before coming back to the Northeast. My brother came to meet me at the train station, where passengers spilled out of the doors, me included.  I saw him scanning the crowd for his sister who was immaculately turned out in every way.  As the crowd started to disperse I lost sight of him so I put my bags down and waited.  He walked past me twice. Then, the third time, when I was the only one left on the platform, he turned as I called his name.  I will never forget the look on his face.  He didn’t recognize me.  When he started to recognize that I was his sister, he threw his arms around me and sobbed for the anorexic, dishevelled, lifeless scrap that was now standing before him.  The sister that he was so proud of.  It was in that moment that I realized how lost and ill I had become.

The trauma of being separated from my son ended in my attempted suicide. But this brought the KNOWING that whatever this powerful force was, my son KNEW and understood everything. Within a few days of this the weather turned cold and damp. Another summer over, I thought as I reached in to a black bin-liner of clothes to find the jacket, as yet unworn since my husband dropped  the bag off at my mother’s earlier in the summer. (Considering that he gave all of my possessions to a charity shop, the question has to be asked, why did the few things in the bag survive to be returned to me?) I found the jacket all crumpled, I took it by the hem and gave it a hard shake, hoping to uncrease it.
Something fell to the floor, I looked down to see laying at my feet, THE SHELL.
In some sort of dream state I relived the day on the beach when my son put the shell into my hand and said, “WHEN YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME”. With this came the KNOWING that when I had put everything in place that I had to do, I would be reunited with my son.
It was at this point I said to the invisible force, ‘You lead and I will follow’.  I was led to study Aromatherapy, then Indian Head Massage.  On the course, I met a Reiki Master who was in awe of my energy levels and suggested that I should be attuned.  My attunement to Reiki was the catalyst to the Seven Healing Energies that I channel directly from the Universe now.
They are Light, Sound, Colour, Laser, Bio-Trace Magnetics, Blue Life Water, and Rewind.  I also have a spirit, Dr Alexander.  He is responsible for the remarkable muscular and bone realignments that clients experience in my treatment room.  The energies are all facets of THE BREATH OF LIFE.

When I work with the energies I have no self; I become an empty mirror like vessel, that holds your TRUE reflection, The energies interact with your energy field to facilitate healing and bring balance to Thoughts, Emotions, Physical Pain and Life’s Traumas. There are no Limitations.  
You quickly start to see your life, past and future with clarity “The Light Bulb Moment.” Because you start to see with clarity, think with clarity, You simply let go of emotional trauma, You change the way you act and interact with others. They, then have to change the way they react to you.    
This is CAUSE AND EFFECT, THE NATURAL WAY OF THE UNIVERSE.
My life experience has taught me that who I am and what I do are one and the same.  THE BREATH OF LIFE is why I had to leave.  It changed my life to bring me to you, to work for you.  It is not just a therapy,
it is a LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE! I work one to one,  also “MAKING LIGHT WORK OF LIFE.” meditation courses, and  seminars.

I am now at the start of a new life chapter. It is time to travel the world and make THE BREATH OF LIFE accessible to a larger audience.

To make an appointment to see BETH KELLYphone 01670 789 922. Visit bethkelly.co.uk.