the power of the gallbladder

This story begins many years ago at the start of my practice. It was late 2018 when a middle age woman walked into the healing space I was renting an office out of. My work has evolved in many ways over the last decade alongside of me. At this time, I was a novice practitioner who was learning how to be provider, a business owner, a new mom and was pretending I had any time to get to know myself at all. This was the era of being overly spiritual - the space was in conjunction with a yoga studio, mala beads hung from every door knob and you could barely breathe through the fog of palo santo. Let me tell you, I LOVED it. I felt exactly in the right place and I would even go on to create a new business with the owner years down the line. It was the beginning of many starts and very few endings.

My office was tiny. It was the smallest room in the entire building. I had one chair and the massage table was pushed up against the wall to allow space for more than one person, not including me. It was the type of room that got too hot, too quickly and that’s just how it was. Unknowingly at the time, this small office that emanated excessive warmth would become a safe haven for hundreds of humans. Most of my clients (still to this day) come from referrals from current and previous clients. So, seeing a new name pop on my schedule was always a treat filled with curiousity.

I sat in the single chair and looked at the woman before me. Upon first glance, she looked like a healthy adult woman with light in her eyes and a confidence that comes from many decades of growth. This external picture didn’t match her intake that I was reading as I eyed her. I quickly came to realize that this was my most comprehensive client to date. Her symptoms didn’t match logical Western Medicine diagnosis and after 5 years, her only option left was exploratory surgery with unknown intentions. Simply a “I’m not sure, let’s see” approach. She didn’t have any other choices until she had coffee with one of her friends that said “Go see Mason first, trust me.”

I sat there thinking, maybe they shouldn’t of trusted me so much.

Her symptoms were odd, sporadic and didn’t match any thought process in my training. She had zero pain but would lose control of her bowels unexpectedly with no warning. She was in shape, an avid bicyclist, a retired nurse and all 4 of her adult children were healthy and thriving. She had finally got to the point of her life that was meant to be enjoyed slowly and savor her hard work. Yet for the last 5 years, she had a debilitating condition with no cause. She had done all of the things and yet in numerous public and important experiences, her body would fail her. Medicine continued to fail her and I sat there thinking I might as well.

At this time, I was working towards finishing advanced topics in the single modality I possessed, Bodytalk. I would go on to be (overly) certified in many different arenas, centered around root cause healing but this was the start of my career. I didn’t have much to pull on but most importantly - I didn’t have the 10 years of real, in practice experience with clients.

She looked at me and said:

“So, can you heal me?”

I looked at her in the eye and replied:

“I have no idea.”