Eternal Possibility, Part II: MATRIX ENERGETICS

My friend Jess and me at the end of the
 Matrix Level III seminar in San Diego
 in August 2010.

In December 2010 I took a 5 day certification course to become a practitioner of Matrix Energetics. Dr. Barlett, a chiropractor and a doctor of naturopathic medicine in Seattle, WA, experienced what he now calls Matrix Energetics in response to finding a cure for his young son's many debilitating ailments. After failing to find a cure through traditional and alternative medical routes, the energy of Matrix Energetics (ME) began to flow through him and resulted in his son's healing.

I first became aware of ME in 2008 when I picked up Dr. Bartlett's first book, Matrix Energetics, in a bookstore. I could not stop reading it. I finished it within days and went to my first ME seminar in July 2008. In August 2010, I attended a ME seminar in Boston and knew that I wanted to share ME with others. My weekend consisted mostly of giggling and feeling so relaxed that I did not care what happened next.

Every ME session I experience, either as a practitioner or a participant, brings me back into a state of calm and ease. ME can be used to shift physical ailments, relationship issues, and even mechanical trouble. Friends I have worked on have experienced major shifts in their lives that seemed unattainable prior to our session together. My friend, KH, called to cancel our dinner plans because she was experiencing a very intense gastrointestinal bug. I did a quick session with her over the phone. She told me that she felt very relaxed and "in a swoon" by the end of the session. She called back that night to say that she was able to sleep for 2 hours after our call and was so grateful because she was unable to do this prior to our session.

I am now completing my practitioner certification hours (60) and seeking individuals who want to experience Matrix for themselves. Time and space do not affect Matrix energy, which allows me the latitude to effectively provide sessions in person, via telephone, or via computer (Skype). What is required of you, the participant? Well, simply, to notice what might be different or what has changed during the session or during the days following the session and then tell me about those changes. That's all.

If what I have written interests you, you can learn more about ME at http://www.matrixenergetics.com/ under the "learn more" column on the left hand side of the page. You can also contact me at episzczek@gmail.com, or via Facebook - search Esther Bixler Piszczek, to inquire further or set up a session. May you live as if all things are possible.

New Technology!

Although I do not yet own a cell phone, I have been exploring the wonder of new technology and enjoying it. Last week I spent three hours putting together my first YouTube video slide show. The YouTube video I created represents more than my introduction to movie making technology, but a rediscovery of passions mislaid for too long.

In November my husband and I spent four days exploring Wisconsin. The trip was triggered by a much anticipated job interview my husband received. My husband did not get a job offer from this experience, yet the other gifts we received from this trip were many and memorable. We visited with his college friends, whom he had not seen in almost ten years, dreamed of living on Lake Superior, and enjoyed the expansiveness of the North Woods. It was a wonderful trip and one we had dreamt of making since we started dating in 2001. This trip also gave me the opportunity to dust off my camera and re-experience the joy of photography, which I have loved since I was young. Now, it has given me the opportunity to share that trip through YouTube, with you. I hope you enjoy the show!

Happy I Love You Day!

val-en-tine (val'en-tin')- n. 1.A sentiment or greeting of affection

sent to a sweetheart, friend, or family member. 2. A person

singled out as one's favorite on Valentine's Day.

Happy Valentine's Day! In the past, I haven't given this day much thought. I always saw it as a commercial holiday devised to sell candy hearts, cheesy cards, expensive dinners, overpriced roses, and a boat-load of chocolate. It can still be viewed this way, but this year this day means so much more to me. Surprisingly enough, Hollywood triggered this change in attitude for me, for which I am grateful.

A gorgeous, hand-crafted Valentine's Day
 card from my talented Aunt Barbara.

A few weeks ago, my husband and I watched the celebrity filled movie of last year, Valentine's Day. I didn't know what to expect from it and I was pleasantly surprised. The movie followed a host of characters in different stages of love relationships, friend and romantic, and celebrated the many ways people express their love for one another. It made me see the beauty of an entire day to just say "I love you", "I think  you are special", and "You mean so much more to me than mere words can say." That is, it revealed to me the true meaning of this day.

In past years, I have received Valentine's Day cards from relatives who, I now realize, have always celebrated this day for its deep, true meaning. I did not send cards myself and I did not truly grasp that my relatives' Valentine's greetings were filled with special love for me. This year, I enjoyed cutting out hearts and sending Valentine's Day cards to loved ones. As my heart expanded, I felt loved and rejoiced. May your day be filled with special messages of love, as well. xo

Just Plain Fun!

Happy Friday!! A friend sent me this YouTube video this week and I love it so much I have to share it here. See what you think. It made me both joyful and sad. Joyful because it is so much fun and sad because everyday life could be this fun and, yet, it isn't. And so, I am intending, right now, to seek out ways to have more fun, walking up the stairs, riding the train, going grocery shopping and just living. I will let you know what I discover in the process. And you??

In Releasing and Allowing I Found Perfection!

This past weekend I did a number of things for the first time. I visited Lansing, Michigan, flew on Southwest, visited three new airports and one new terminal - Chicago's Midway Airport, Detroit Metropolitan (not the one in the city), and Baltimore's International Airport (if I've been there before, I no longer remember it), and Terminal E in Boston's Logan International Airport. I learned how to play Cribbage and a new form of Solitaire, compliments of our gracious hosts in MI, and I recognized, once again, the beautiful way life flows when I let go, allow, and just be.

A view of the wing from the back
 of the plane.

It happened as I was boarding the flight to Chicago's Midway Airport on Saturday morning in Boston. Flying Southwest for the first time, I had never experienced the freedom and anxiety involved in choosing my own seat on an airplane. After years of having my seat assigned on every flight I ever took, the experience of choosing my own seat was truly novel. Yes, I have often checked-in on line and chosen my seat from a seating chart, however, that process is much different than standing on the plane, seeing many available seats and having to choose from what looks like at least fifty reasonable options.

In the moment or two it took for me to walk past the first few rows of seats, where I knew I did not want to sit, I felt anxious about the choice looming before me. As I looked around, I felt more than saw where I wanted to sit. It was a window seat on the left side of the plane in front of the exit row, on the front side of the wing. Realizing that this particular seat was close to the engine, which may be loud during the flight, my husband asked me if I wanted to choose another seat. I looked at the other options, felt settled in my choice, and sat down.

At the time I chose my seat, the plane was parked at the gate in Boston under overcast skies of an arriving storm and I had no way of assessing whether my seat was favorable or not. About thirty or forty minutes into the flight as my morning chill from riding public transportation to the airport began to ease, I realized the divine perfection of my choice. I was seated exactly where the sun shone off of the curved, highly reflective forward position of the wing such that it warmed my face and body during the entire flight to Chicago's Midway airport. The seat I chose, with no more than a "feeling" that it was where I needed to be, was the only seat positioned such that the sun's angle in the sky at that particular time of day would warm my chilly body. I knew in that moment that I did not and could not have determined with my mind that that particular seat was perfect for me. In releasing the initial anxiety I felt at making a potential "wrong" seat choice and allowing my body to choose for me, I landed myself exactly where I needed to be: warm and grateful. It was a wonderful flight.

Snow!

Over this past week, I have been concentrating on allowing myself to rest as I recover from back to back bugs that created a wonderful opportunity for me to care for my body. In slowing down, I noticed that the continuing accumulation of snow has resculpted my environment in miraculous ways and required me to navigate my surroundings differently. Snow, slush, and ice covered sidewalks have required me to think about each step to avoid slipping, falling, or soaking up to my ankles. In the past, I have sometimes viewed this as an annoyance, but this year I feel differently.

Yes, snow clogs the street drains, buries much needed parking space, and creates seemingly endless opportunity to shovel one's way to fitness outside. It also flocks the trees, sparkles in the sunshine, creates hours of sledding fun, and provides an opportunity to create snow people, snow balls, and snow angels. As I carefully chose my steps on Wednesday, I wondered whether the weather in warmer climates gives people who live there the gift of changing their landscape so dramatically that they actually relate to it differently, pay attention, and experience it as the miraculous thing of beauty it is. Maybe, maybe not. Right now, I am thankful that Mother Nature has cloaked Boston in Winter's beauty and given me the gift of being present to appreciate it in all its wonder.