Tired and Don’t Know WHY? Maybe Your Soul Knows the Reason.

Recently, a client came to me feeling STUCK.

“I need direction”
she writes as her intention for this Beyond Quantum Healing (BQH) session.

She was tired.
Her soul was tired.
Her body was tired too—her arms, neck, and shoulders felt weak.

“I’m too young to feel like this,” she explained as we chatted.
Depression was setting in, and she was avoiding being seen, she admitted.

And despite being tired, she can’t seem to stop and relax. She feels compelled to keep going and going…

She’s worked hard her whole life.
She deserves to rest SO:
Why can’t she enjoy this time?

Where is this exhaustion coming from?

We asked her Soul for a perspective that would explain and guide her. 🧭

After playing a few imagination games, she was transported to another reality…

Trouble Beneath the Waves

🧜‍♀️She enters the life of a Mermaid.

“Oh, I’m wearing something, like seaweed? And I’m covered in scales.”

Her name in that life is Lolo.

She is shown a gathering of her people—chaotic and loud.
No one will listen.
Even though she has something to say.

“I don’t matter to anybody. What I’m saying doesn’t matter...
(pause)
I’ll find somewhere I matter.”

Her home was being destroyed.
Her people were being scattered.

🌀So she swims.🌀And swims.🌀And swims🌀

“How do you know where to go?” I ask.
“The light. I can feel the light. I’m holding my head up like this…” (She points upward.)
“I’m so tired.”

“What are you swimming toward?” I wondered aloud.
“I’ll know the place when I find it. It’s where people listen.
Where I know I matter.”

But her life ended early—trapped

She was stuck out of water, unable to breathe.
As she crossed over, she described seeing trees. 🌳

🧒 A Child in Hiding

Next, she became a young boy named Josiah.

“I’m scared. I’m hiding. My sister is protecting me...
People are coming to put us in cages.”

He was in the fetal position, his voice hushed.

“Do they find you?”
“No, we wait until they leave. Then we come out and find other children who’d been hiding too.”

No parents.
Just kids, taking care of each other.
He had to keep his head down to survive.

Not for long, however.

“I’m seeing trees.” 🌳

(I’m starting to sense a theme!)

In the next scene Josiah is near the trees with his mentor a slightly older boy, working with wood. He’s an astute student, learning from his friend how to craft a useful tool. Feeling pride in his work makes his posture straight and tall, and his chest is held out once again, feeling grounded.

He’s no longer small.

His connection to his teacher and the practice of his craft build his faith in himself. Once again he is home in his own body.

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💡 The Healing Light

We explored these past lives from the light—where the most profound healing can occur.

Looking back on Lolo the Mermaid’s life:

“Why did you choose that body, that life?”
“To learn about separation and detachment… This is it. It didn’t matter.” She smiled now as she said this.

Such a shift! Earlier, “It doesn’t matter” had meant despair.
Now, it held wisdom. 🌟

We collected the stuck energy, released judgment, and brought healing into her arms, neck, and shoulders.

As for Josiah’s Life:

Ax in a wooden stump surrounded by chopped logs, illustration in a graphic style and painted in color

“I was fulfilled. I learned to play. I practiced. I felt accomplished.”

Now, in her current life, she can use his confidence to finally hold her head high.
No more hiding.
Her soul affirms:

You don’t have to shrink to survive anymore.

And again—she saw trees. 🌲🌲🌲

🌳 What Spirit Guides Are With Me?

Can you guess what showed up? That’s right: a Tree appeared.
Not just a tree, but a collective consciousness, composed of Souls she recognizes and which share the same roots.

I asked if the Tree had a name. “It’s Espirit- it’s Ess. And the person I recognize as part of the tree, her nae is Shelly. S, like me, Stacey” She acknowledged a certain resonance, a community of which she’s a part.

*Nominal Proclivity: The tendency for the resonance of our names to express our Soul’s greater desires.

💬 Final Reflections

What a lot to discover in just two hours! 🕊

Her physical fatigue?
Her resistance to being seen?
All traced to soul stories—lives where she wasn’t heard, wasn’t safe, or had to keep swimming alone.
And yet… that’s not what was important.

Her soul brought her back to the trees, to connection, to truth.
To the place where she matters. 🌿