Walking on Fire

(Originally posted on Myspace 7/23/08)

DISCLAIMER: Don't try this at home.

So Monday night, I walked on fire. Yes, I said fire. The prevailing questions seem to be: Really? When? Where? How? Why? Let me break it down for those of you who are asking.

REALLY? Yes. I really did. Three times. I realize this is shocking to those of you who know what a chicken I can be, but it really happened.

WHEN? Monday. Round about 10 p.m. The actually preparation started around 7 p.m.

WHERE? West Jordan, UT. I attended a firewalk hosted by my friend Lynell and directed by Trent from Quantum Step, Inc. If you have questions about that, go to www.firewalkutah.com.

HOW? Wow I just have to say that a week ago I disagreed, but it IS possible. The coals were about 1200* fahrenheit at their hottest and didn't get much cooler than 900. Yes, there are supposed to be that many zeros on those numbers! We've all been told all our lives it's impossible to touch fire without being burned, but I'm here to tell you that's an illusion. I walked on it, all my weight, three times--BAREFOOT-- and there is not one mark on me. It didn't hurt. In fact, it kinda felt like walking on packing peanuts or old marshmallows.

WHY? Because I needed to. I heard about the firewalk, and something in me said, "You HAVE to do that!!!!" and then I said, "Um, what?!" (Yes, I talk to myself. Don't deny you do it too.) I just knew it was something I needed to do.
I walked three times.
The first time was the most difficult. I spent the entire seminar trying to find what I was walking across fire for. As we walked out to the fire, I imagined all the people I love and all the people who love me on the other side: my Heavenly Father, Jesus, my parents, my siblings, my siblings-in-law, my nieces and nephews, my friends, my future children, my ancestors. And as I was imagining, all the people started to step to either side, and I saw me walking towards myself on the opposite side of the fire. I stopped and waited. And that was when I knew: I needed to walk on fire for myself. I needed to know I could. I needed to connect with myself on a higher level. I am capable of so much, but in the past I always denied or put myself down. I kept that visual in my head and in my heart. I was fully in the moment. 100% in myself. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest and out of my back, like it was swollen with expectations. I lifted my foot, and strode across the coals. There was no pain, no heat; there was only connection, joy, love, peace, and enthusiasm about life.
It's possible that some people will see this as insanity, but it was one of the purest, sanest, most perfect, empowering moments in my life. There was such clarity.

So, if you should ever have the opportunity to go to a firewalk (even just to watch), please at least consider; it's always your choice once you're there what to learn from it and whether or not to walk. It's your experience.
Know the possibilities, and always expect the best!

Namasté.