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Goddess Hygeia, Spiritual Baths, Healing


I thought this week would be a good week to learn about Goddess Hygiea, the Goddess of Health, Cleanliness, and Hygiene. I’ve been taking my spiritual baths almost daily at this point. Just like exercise, they are one of those things that I put off and then when I finally do it – I am like – why did I wait so long to do that!? I know it’s hard to make a commitment to yourself. To schedule time during the day to just sit and do nothing, believe me, that is one of my greatest challenges. But I promise you, it is worth it in the end, to rise refreshed from the bath.

Hygieia came to me in meditation, like most of my guides do. I have been thinking a lot lately about how to keep off the Quarantine Fifteen and waking up without these massive bags under my eyes. I am working on recreating my morning/evening routine. Having the support of my guides always makes me feel safe, secure, and as if I am doing exactly what I am supposed to. So, I made a little shrine to the lovely Hygeia in my bathroom. Every time I wash my face, brush my teeth, blow out of my hair, exfoliate, shower, etc. I will have her looking over me. Kind of like another Mother. 
I truly love taking baths. Particularly, while listening to Mantras or Meditation Goddess Music. I'm updating my Craft playlist daily. I am quickly becoming a big fan of Mei-Lan Maurits. She is a powerful Lightworker, and the sound of her voice (which reminds me SO MUCH of Titanic) is sooo soothing. It helps me to remember that we are all here as part of a bigger plan.



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