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Marisa Russo
5 November 2024
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Barbara’s swollen skin was tight, uncomfortable and stressed. She suffered from oedema. Oedema is fluid retention where the fluid remains in the body tissues, including the skin, instead of being flushed out.
Her story of what happened at the New Zealand Forensic Healing 7-Day workshop is fascinating. You can see how childhood conditioning plays out metaphysically in adulthood situation and experiences. For Barbara, the recurring pattern was “pressure”.
I am grateful to Barbara for sharing this story and for her incredible courage to keep moving forward. So, here is her story:
I am Barbara 74-year-old woman that Marisa asked to share my transformation story following a series of forensic healing sessions.
My journey begins with my background situation throughout the years. My childhood was one of child slavery. I was told as an adult, the local community had a meeting to discuss reporting my father to the court.
This didn’t happen as it was thought only to make issues more difficult.
The community was small, and from a very early age, I was pressured and dominated by my father. The fear of his angry, irrational behaviour made speaking up and challenging his dominant mannerisms impossible. As a result, I was so shy anytime anyone talked to me, I’d cry.
I am one of eight children, the eldest daughter and second in the pecking order. The family lived on a market garden producing a variety of seasonal vegetables. The finances were always very tight. My mothering role became established for caring for what seemed like a continual flow of babies from a very early age.
I have photos at the age of five changing and bathing my brother and sister at five years old. The farm chores were endless, from straight after school and up until dark in the paddocks and full days on weekends.
Planting seeds, weeding between plants, spraying toxic chemicals, and harvesting the crop in the rain, hail or shine. There were always time restraints and pressure to get veggies packed and ready for the delivery trucks to be picked up and taken to market.
We ate seasonal foods while we worked ingesting the residue spray. Preparing and cooking the evening meals, cleaning, baking and making school lunches, and bathing younger siblings are just a few expected and demanded jobs.
This to me, was normal and accepted, plus there was no choice. However, the occasional day trips to the beach still were pressurised getting everything organised for a day away from chores.
At age ten, I became an outstanding swimmer, and my grandfather engaged an excellent coach to prepare me for big things to come. I trained daily before school in our irrigation dam at the back of the farm. My father’s nickname was “fats” as I developed muscles through all the extra exercise. But I certainly wasn’t fat at all looking at the photos.
The pressure placed on me to perform caused me to have a breakdown: rheumatic fever, Bell’s palsy, various immune deficient issues and a body covered in eczema. There was no nutritional advice or supplement understanding, so that was the end of my swimming career.
As my life progressed through education, I discovered I had dyslexia, so “dumb” was added to my nickname. I failed my school certificate exam, sat the following year again, and passed well. However, on sharing this with my family, I was told not to be a big show off as others still had exams to sit. I was totally deflated.
My early signs of leadership and maturity were recognised. I was given leadership roles over my peers. Pressure to speak publicly was a horrific challenge and pressure to me. I left home at 18 to train as a school dental nurse. I loved these two years of freedom, mixing with girls my age, having fun, and experiencing life as students do.
This I never shared with the family. After graduation, sadly, I was posted three miles away from my family, leaving no excuse but to move back home.
At this point, mum and dad were in bankruptcy. So my wages assisted in keeping the family functioning. I met my late husband at 21 and immediately felt a deep connection. However, my father and mother disapproved as he wasn’t in a high-flying profession, and according to them, their dreams for me were shattered; consequently, they tried every trick in the book to stop our marriage to no avail.
I worked in an old dental clinic building with a tongue and grove floor for ten years. We manually squeezed the amalgam, not worrying about any droplets that ran over the floor into the grooves.
The clinic was always warm or too hot through the sun and sterilising procedures during the day. We inhaled the fumes, unaware that mercury’s dangers weren’t disclosed then. We all eventually had our mercury levels read as many nurses became unwell.
This began my passion for natural therapies. I met with a great naturopath devoted to reducing my alarmingly high mercury levels. What I didn’t put down my throat isn’t worth mentioning. I fasted, juiced, colonics, bowel irrigations, changed to a vegetation diet, meditated, and became aware of my spirituality and intuition. The therapies also included massage, osteopathy, neurolink brain gym, exercising regularly and many more different health modalities. His efforts were amazingly successful. My levels reduced in eight weeks.
Starting a family became a difficult time due to underlying mercury residue. I had five pregnancies, and only two babies survived. These hormonal fluctuations began the fluid build-up in my body. My husband and I chose to continue on a very natural diet and health regime for the family.
My eldest daughter surprisingly developed severe asthma. My family and sibling disapproved of natural therapies as they were heavily involved in the medical system. The judgment, discussions, criticism and pressure were very intense.
We then moved away from family associations and functions as often as possible. My daughters were 16 months apart, and the second daughter became very ill. It was assumed that some of the mercury residue had crossed the placenta. The pressure of two sick babies became burdensome, with no family support.
As a result, my body accumulated fluid in my legs, abdomen and arms. My stress levels, of course, were high. To alleviate this, I did some self-development courses and applied all the above modalities as a regular practice.
The girls recovered; my fluid retention reduced but never dissipated completely. I studied natural medicine graduating with a diploma and learning to massage to help relax the children when needed. My practice became very busy, and I loved the healing aspect of incorporating the knowledge I’d accumulated. I’d found my passion.
The girls became very involved in many interests, of which my husband and I became significantly associated with providing voluntary leadership roles. My husband worked long hours, enabling me to be a “stay-at-home mum”. Life was wonderful.
We moved to another area to give the girls better schooling opportunities when they were teenagers. Not good timing for them emotionally. Everything was new and social economics different. So the usual teenage growing children issues developed, which was foreign to us all. My husband suddenly collapsed one evening and was rushed to intensive care for ten days. His diagnosis was unknown.
These episodes frequently occurred, resulting in me having to administer CPR eighteen times over five years. He struggled to work; however, he took an extra teaching job to accommodate his high medical bills and the children’s territory education.
My body and the fluid build-up increased dramatically. I had an emotional and physical breakdown two weeks before my husband passed away. The deep grief and different type of pressure affected my body fluids’ size and build-up considerably. The girls then left home to discover the world, and I sold the family home.
I put my stamp on the new home as it was an older building. The internal water pipes kept bursting and needed complete house replacement. I was later to discover the under house foundations had so much deep stagnated water around them over time that they had become rotten. Why was I having so many water issues, I often wondered. The accumulating ongoing stress, my weight, fluid and size increased again.
While walking my usual 10-k walk, I slipped on a metal plate as I gave way to a dog puffing up the hill. Thus I created a severe fracture in my right leg. After two weeks in the hospital, I returned home with a pin inserted to replace my now non-existing fibular bone.
Word got around that I was home resting my leg. I had many kind, thoughtful visitors bringing food, many interesting chats, and acupuncture sessions. My couch became the “confessional “I realised I had to learn to receive. I dropped ten kilos and met a lovely man who became my new partner, doing nothing but receiving. People were astounded at the new changes.
For four wonderful years, life became full of love, adventure, fun, and holidays. Then cancer entered my partner. The prognosis was initially very short, but we managed a couple more years with the help of healthy life changes and good caregiving.
Four months before he passed away, breast cancer came to visit me, and I chose to have a mastectomy and didn’t require any further medical intervention. Unfortunately, I had an out-of-body experience after surgery, placing me in ICU for eight hours. My body, leg and abdomen swelling were formidable, so much so it was thought I had some rare form of cancer. Fortunately, it not the case.
I had all my amalgam fillings removed and felt so well, but the bloating pressure in my entire body remained. I enrolled at aqua aerobic classes four times a week boosted my morale, but it made no difference to tissues. I viewed myself as a peaceful, relaxed, positive, organised person full of fun and humour, but this everlasting oedema was starting to get to me. Then hey presto, I was introduced to Forensic Healing.
My intentions were addressed in the Forensic Healing pathways, chipping away at issues and feeling uplifted after each visit. Still, no physical change occurred on this newfound journey. It was suggested that I should study Forensic Healing. I procrastinated a couple of times, feeling that I’d done enough study and tired of putting pressure on myself to find answers to my issues. But, finally, I had accepted perhaps this was how it was to be for me.
Covid lockdowns and restrictions allowed me to study and attend Forensic Healing Workshop zoom sessions for learning and practising with clients. I loved it as my intuition enhanced all I was learning.
Marisa finally came to New Zealand to teach at the seven-day live, which was her last. I was prepared to put 100% effort into openness, acceptance and ownership. What an awesome opportunity as I had been advised not to fly as the pressure on my heart was too much with the bloating and swelling.
I intended to release the pressure in my body, which was at maximum peak and to be without my walking stick by day three. But, before my first session, I realised dad had put a curse on me from at least three lifetimes ago.
My body was so blown up I felt as though I was ready to “pop. “My first session on day two started with a very intense role play. Marisa acted as my father, wanting me to express, verbalise and speak to him about my feelings etc.
Whoa, did the anger rise. I felt a very strong urge to hit and punch her. I had the pathway and age identified (a curse), and the energy was released physically.
At the end of the session, I felt very emotional, weak, unable to walk without assistance, vulnerable, dizzy and sick. I rested for two hours and dealt with whatever emotions arose, vomiting, crying, sleeping etc. I partook in another session throughout the day in the end I felt fatigued and exhausted.
That night I had a wonderful twelve-hour deep sleep—the next morning was day three. I put on my shirt and felt as though it was too big for me across the shoulders, and I felt very light and free with no pressure throughout my body.
No walking stick was needed (I had been using it for at least three years on occasion). What an incredible, amazing feeling. The other participants noticed immediately that my face had reduced considerably from the full-blown imagery of the previous day. I had no appetite, only a natural thirst for water.
I have to give her credit as she owned her manifestations, telling me she was a grown woman and could see the path she needed to follow but would do in her time. I wasn’t hearing or recognising the pressure as I’d never had parent support I was overdoing my motherly love and disempowering her.
During my time on the course, she had a serious incident that came close to ending with an amputation. It was a challenging few days for me to sit back and listen to all she was going through. Yet, intuitively I knew that it wouldn’t happen even though that was the prediction from her medical team.
Thank you to all who contributed their healing energy to bring this great result to fruition. The results of my transformation continued for a further seven days.
Exhausted, and tired, plus my appetite was significantly reduced. Then suddenly, the energy shift lifted me to great heights. I was feeling so light, extremely happy, energised, excited, light and no pressure in any part of my body, ready to conquer the world with my energy flowing freely.
This feeling is an amazing new experience for me, one I’d been blinded with all these years to understand. I am I FREE, I am BLESSED and very happy to be a clear conduit without applying pressure to follow my new purpose and pathway with ease, grace and balance.
When I read back this story, the repetitive manifestations patterns are apparent. So I continue to address what I reflect on, accept the situation, do the maths, apply Forensic Healing and let it go. Thank you so much to Marisa for the development of this wonderful modality…………………
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