Hi everyone, welcome to my blog.
My Journey so far….
I was born a fighter, 4 weeks premature after mum took a tumble down the stairs.
My Awakening happened at the age of 2 when I was taken from the garden by local kids and thrown into New Miller Dam. I was rescued by a midwife who swam the entire breadth to get me, I had been. 61/2 mins under the water and was DOA!
We lived next to woods with a stream and a horse field, where I would spend most of my time during the 7 years we lived there. Always felt connected to nature more than people, my mum loved animals too but never got her head round my ‘emotional’ connection to Everything!!
It used to freak my mum out when she would come looking for me and find me sat in the horse field surrounded by horses all sniffing and nudging me or when she would see me sat in the garden talking to my outstretched arms, which were covered in wasps, bees or butterflies.
Ive always ‘known’ what others are feeling beyond the façade they showed to the world, which often got me in trouble. Not many people appreciate their vulnerabilities brought to the light, especially by a 6yr old lol
I also knew when people weren’t telling the whole truth or expanding on it, which got me into trouble again, especially when id catch my mum exaggerating to my uncle (in Greek) and I would correct her. I didn’t speak Greek till I was 17yrs old. Lol
And still today, I don’t suffer fools gladly…
My obsession with Native Americans must have started very young because my earliest memory of NA stuff was when I had the measles age 4 and mum asked if I wanted any sweets from the shop. I said no but can I have a bag of cowboy and Indians please? I still have a clear image of opening the bag and playing with them in bed, killing all the cowboys!
By the age of 6 I was having very scary encounters from the spirit world and at age 10 my mum took me to see psychiatrist, thinking I was loony tunes. Luckily the DR was open minded enough and put it down to ‘an over active imagination’ but of course, to mum and the rest of the family, I was Satan’s child! To be fair, Satan’s child would have loved it… Me…I was petrified! And it wasn’t till my mum died in 1996 that I began my journey of facing my fears and embracing my gifts.
I grew up surrounded by friends, I guess iv’e always been lucky that way seen as I was never miss popular in school, always fighting for the underdog, always on the edge of things, never quite mixing in. A bit like oil n water, mix for a bit then settle in comfortably alongside one another. However, the friends I had there were beautiful people, some im still in contact with today. Though I had/have good friends, ive always felt different, separate in some way and can feel ‘alone’ (not to be confused with lonely) surrounded by my closest friends and family. In fact ive always enjoyed being on my own, in my own head, especially when out in nature.
From the ages of 4-20 I spent my life half in the UK and half in Cyprus being raised by my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles. Id go back and forth, 6mnth here 6mnth there etc. I never fit in there really and the more I tried, the more obvious I wasn’t like them and often asked my mum if I had been adopted!!
My Granddad used to say to me all the time, ‘Maria, you are here for a reason’ like I had an important thing to bring to the world but he never said what apart from that ‘I was Special’. As a child, witnessing the physical/mental abuse of my mum by my dad, being bullied in school, sexually abused, rejected by my family and haunted by Spirit. Being told I was Special and here for a reason just played on all my fears and insecurities. When he first started saying it to me at 4yr old im sure I felt special like a princess, but, as the years went by I thought I was going to be used in some Religious sacrifice or sold into some kiddie porn ring!
My journey 1996 started with a tarot reading which led to me doing a psychic development course, Reiki, Hypnotherapy, Regression, EFT, stand up mediumship, Psycho-pomp, teaching, which was my fav.
My main passion is Shamanism, after going down the ‘conventional’ route, I am finally stepping out of the Shamanic closet and into my Moccasins, into my Souls purpose. 😀
Its been a path filled with love, laughter, heartache, tears and joy. I am so grateful to everyone who has shared my journey, even for a little while, each has shaped the road ahead in some way and paved a brighter way forward.
Maria Wind Talker.