This is where it all changes. While I am dealing with a total shitshow with my business, I am also experiencing a deep and profound healing in my body and soul. I am connecting with spirit, feeling a connection with the heavens out of the top of my head, and bottoms of my feet like I may have never felt before. I am lucid dreaming at night and my body is vibrating. Even through this intense stress, I can feel my body re-setting itself in a way that I have never felt before. My meditation is deep and profound. My business has just gone down the shitter, I have researched to see that others who have had this experience have had to pay tens of thousands of dollars, completely start again, and still it has taken months to resolve. Yet, I’m good. I feel a trust in the divine that I have never felt before.

A few days into the hack, I look up to the sky and ask ‘ is this because I’m supposed to go back to Canada and sell my farm?’

I got full body goosebumps. ‘So thats a yes then?’

So I pray, and say that I would like confirmation that this is the right move to make. I ask for a quick and easy sale, and for me to get the price I want for my place. next, I email my real estate agent and let her know that I’m coming home, to get ready to list my place.

The treatments that I’m receiving are taking a bit longer that anticipated so I ask Adam how many more sessions he anticipates I will need. He tells me that I should need three or four more, but we can double up on some days if need be. And so the preparation to cut short the travels and healing to come home and sell my property.

But its never quite that easy… The acceleration of treatments led me to get quite sick, with fever, chills, vomiting and diahhrea. Probably a combination of the accelerated sessions and the detoxification from the heavy metal cleanse. This was a minor hiccup that caused me to miss my flight and have to rebook a day later… no biggie in the greater scheme of things, except that I ended up missing my stop so I was stranded at a rest stop in the middle of BF nowhere Costa Rica ‘no more buses today’ and of course my credit card was compromised… thank God my son is a responsible and employed adult, as he purchased the replacement ticket for me.

After a couple of days in the city to deal with some things, I head back to my property to get it ready to sell. The agent meets me there to take some photos as I am turning on the furnace and the water… whats that sound?? awwwww fawwwwk The pipes burst. And that little issue during the kitchen reno that I didn’t resolve when the contractor covered up the crawlspace to the basement? Yeah, gonna have to blow that out too… ffs give me a break already

So, I get to work starting to take pictures of the things that I’m selling and sorting through my belongings… no time wasted. Just over an hour after the real estate agent leaves I get a text message that there is a showing booked at 10 am the following morning. Shift focus – declutter…

The next morning I head in to town to do my shopping while the property is being shown, and before I arrive home I get a text. THEY LOVE IT. They will be bringing in a mortgage appraiser, and want to make an offer. Repairs on overdrive – there is no way they are going to approve a mortgage with broken pipes, no WETT inspection, and a potential asbestos pipe in the house. I bet you’re feeling stress just reading this…

It all happened. I forgot about doing anything except packing up my life. I got the quick sale, easy, and all the money … within 3 1/2 weeks I had to be out of my farm. Not an easy feat, considering I had 4 glamping sites, all the bedding and furnishing, a junky trailer to remove, a travel trailer to take for service, a horse and all of the horse things, and of course all of the camping and sporting gear of a life well lived. Luckily my closest girlfriends came by here and there to help… and I have great neighbours who have a construction company. Even though I got the worlds smallest U-haul (not at all what I ordered) several trips were made to Pickering where I rented an 8 x 10 ft storage unit.

I didn’t even have time to figure out what I was doing after April 7. A couple of friends offered their cabins (no water, but a wood stove) and my sister offered a room in their house. I just wanted to sleep for a month, but it was not to be… there was shit to be done. I decided to continue on the journey that I cut short in February, and head to Europe. My intuition has been screaming at me to head to Southern Europe and North Africa. I keep checking in with source, and getting confirmations. I have no idea what is ahead, but I know that I am listening…