Why I Do What I Do
As a young adult, I suffered greatly from paranoia, feelings of self-doubt, a terror that I was secretly certifiably crazy, and a hard critical mind that beat me up constantly. This made it difficult for me to love anyone – not myself and not anyone else either. I was unhappy. With no ability to find joy, life was difficult and my mind was definitely not helping.
After suffering under these conditions for years, I took a retreat that changed my life. At one point, the leader said, “The mind is a wonderful tool, but a terrible master.” I started to contemplate that.
It was a novel idea to think there could be a different way of being. I began to understand that my mind was running the show and I was miserable as a result. I remember the moment I noticed, “I am not my mind. I have a mind and it is not me.” That was the start of a journey of tremendous healing. Dyad Meditation and FSCP Sessions were the basic elements I used for my healing. It was very successful for me. I am happy now. I no longer suffer from paranoia, I don’t think or worry that I am crazy, and my mind has become my friend, not my enemy. I fell in love, married, and had a family. I have loved deeply and it has been fulfilling and satisfying, if short lived.
My healing was a brilliant success. The methods are truly effective. I know they work. However we do not heal by technique alone. Any method is only as good as the person using it, so I’ve dedicated the last 30 years of my life to helping others by becoming as effective at using these amazing methods as I can.
Training and Experience
In 1991, I was at a crossroads in my life. My husband had just died of lymphoma at 37 and I was left a widow with an 18 month old son to raise on my own. It wasn’t ever my plan to be a single parent, but when has life ever gone according to plan. There was a small life insurance policy that was not enough to set me on the road to financial freedom, but was enough to take me and my infant son to Australia for training in my chosen life’s work. So that’s what I did. From 1987 – 1994, I participated in and took as much training as I could get my hands on. My trainer from Australia, regularly made trips to Canada and the US and I took part on a regular basis. I immersed myself. After-all, it was only my life’s mission.
Trainer
One of the best ways to become good at something is to teach it to others. In this way one learns in greater detail what a thing is and what it isn’t. I began training others informally in 1997 and more formally in 2001. I teamed up with my former trainer in Australia. We became life partners and we trained people together for 10 years.
In 2004, I became the main trainer for a company out West called WarriorSage specializing in retreats and weekend courses for personal and spiritual development. WarriorSage was founded by a former student and his company grew so quickly, there wasn’t time to train people from within fast enough to serve all his new clients. With WarriorSage, I trained hundreds and helped thousands on their journey.
I Have 2 Beautiful Birds
Rosie, in the foreground of the picture, is my Red Bellied Poicephalus parrot. She turned 19 years old on February 10, 2019. Her species originates in Eritrea, Africa. I’m allergic to most cats and dogs but wanted to share my home with a being of another species. So I began to research birds. I found out that many birds live long lives, they bond for life, and African birds are good talkers. Because birds are so long-lived, choosing to share my home with one was not a light decision. I researched for 2 years before deciding what breed to get. Rosie was my bird before she was even an egg. The breeder and I knew she was coming and we waited patiently until I could bring her home with me at about 8 weeks old. Rosie is acrobatic, smart, and entertaining. She talks well and sounds just like me when she laughs. I think I made a great choice.
Bobo, my African Grey parrot, just joined our little flock in October 2018. Bobo turns 50 years old on August 18, 2019. Bobo is hilarious, but his story broke my heart. His previous owner’s health declined. She sank into dementia and couldn’t care for him anymore. He lived well with Nora for 40 years, but then Bobo lived in difficult conditions in a nursing home for 8 years. Although she was right there, Nora was retreating farther away from Bobo into dementia. Nora died recently. It happens often that birds outlive their primary caregivers, leaving the bird in a bad situation in their senior years. It is very sad. I’m happy Bobo has come to live with us. He’s adjusting well to his new surroundings and I fulfill the role Nora did in his life previously. He even calls me Nora now. I guess I have to teach him my name is Colleen. Bobo will live another 20 years or more. I sincerely hope for his sake that he dies before I do. Well, it’s my intention to live a long life anyway