The Roots of Anxiety

How energetic patterns can complicate the liver

The other day, I worked with a woman in the amazing community that we’ve become attached to in Costa Rica. I’ll call her Luz. She said she had terrible anxiety and, after scanning her body, I realized she wasn’t kidding: Her liver was about as tense as I’ve ever felt.

I first started working with her by placing one hand over her liver and the other under her back at the level of her ureters and ‘sitting behind myself,’ or ‘getting out of the way.’ This helps the body to drain an area. I held this type of attention + allowance for at least twenty minutes, feeling subtle micro movements that told me that her body was responding.

While I knew that I could just stay holding this light assistance, I wanted to see if we could encourage healing to move more quickly. So I began asking her body questions, using a yes/no pendulum method to get intuitive answers. (You can start to learn these methods and more in my online practice class.)

Following my method for getting information from the field, I thought Luz might have had some kind of physical trauma at 12 years old. She told me that was when she had taken the highly toxic pharmaceutical, Acutane. So, in addition to generally holding space for her liver, I also introduced the idea that her liver might want to finish processing the acne drug. It seemed to, as processing immediately jumped into a higher gear.

After the sensations under my hands calmed down and fell into a lull, I began another round of questions. This time, I asked her what had happened at 2 years old. She told me that was when she’d had spinal surgery. As she started to tell me about the experience, I felt her body pick up its healing pace and a taste filled my mouth that informed me that her liver was finally metabolizing the anesthesia used during that surgery.

After two such big transmutation, I expected Luz’s body to move on to healing another area, pulling my attention with it. But that didn’t happen here. Instead, her liver had still more processing to do. With my imaginary pendulum trick, I realized that something yet deeper into Luz’s history was wanting to be metabolized, something from a past life.

Pulling diligently back into my attention + allowing attitude, I waited for information to arise. Eventually, I got flashes of a male cowboy on a horse. I thought he was in the Australian Outback and that his horse was rearing back in terror from a snake on the ground that had just bitten the cowboy in the ankle. Just before I told Luz about this, she said, “Oh my goodness, I just felt a hot flash in my ankle that traveled all the way up my leg.”

Just add a poisonous snake to this image—it’s pretty close to what flashed in my mind’s eye as I worked on Luz’s liver.

After that, Luz’s liver was calmer, as was she.

Love,

Stella