Rose Healing

Rose Healing Reiki Master ✨ Natural Sound Alchemist ✨ Trauma Advocate

Your life is up and down and out of balance. It’s not up nor down and you have lost the sense of harmony as you’re being...
02/10/2025

Your life is up and down and out of balance. It’s not up nor down and you have lost the sense of harmony as you’re being pulled in so many directions and doing so many different things because you think that you are able to navigate them all at once.

For the moment you need to

S T O P

Once you stop you will realise that there is no rush and you can take your time to reevaluate what way you are going.

Sit with yourself. Feel your emotions and don’t see them as failure. See them as shedding the old parts of you that don’t serve you for your highest good.

Once you know what way you are meant to be going, you’re courage will arrive because you have already set your intention by putting your steps in motion.

You will find your resolve once you are on your path. Not anyone else’s path, not the path of the guy or gal you admire, but your own unique path. The very reason that you are here.

You will arrive at where you need to be with love.

Remember when it feels like things are falling apart you’re actually having a breakthrough.

Stay grounded and stay true to your soul.

💚

People who waste your time often don’t even notice they’re doing it. They won’t remember the hours they drained from you...
02/10/2025

People who waste your time often don’t even notice they’re doing it. They won’t remember the hours they drained from you with indecision, empty talk, or false starts. But you will. Time is the one thing you don’t get back and it leaves a mark.

Think of it like a squirrel and its nuts. A squirrel knows every nut has value, and it stores them carefully because when winter comes, those nuts mean survival. Now imagine someone walking past that squirrel’s stash under a great oak tree, carelessly tossing the nuts aside or cracking them open just for fun. To them, it’s nothing they’ll forget about it by the time they reach the next tree.

But the squirrel doesn’t forget. That was time, effort, and future security scattered.

So when someone wastes your time, remember: they’ll move on like it was nothing, but you’re the one left counting the missing nuts at the base of your oak tree. Guard your time like the squirrel guards its stash. Protect it. Value it. Because unlike the time-wasters, you know just how precious it is.

Moral of this story is to secure your boundaries! They are important!

✨ Ten Day Detox for the 21 Day Cacao Challenge ✨I’m preparing myself for the upcoming 21 Day Cacao Challenge with my bea...
30/09/2025

✨ Ten Day Detox for the 21 Day Cacao Challenge ✨

I’m preparing myself for the upcoming 21 Day Cacao Challenge with my beautiful RoaeTribe. 💫

For the next 10 days, I’m cleansing my body and nourishing it with the right nutrients because I know that by doing this, I’ll be able to connect more deeply with spirit, strengthen my immunity (no coughing or spluttering for me 🙅‍♀️), and replenish what the lack of sunshine and vitamin D can take away.

This preparation means no chocolate for 31 days 😱… but it’s so worth it, because in ten days I’ll be stepping into an amazing, heart-opening journey, cleaner on the inside and ready to receive the absolute best from the experience. 🌿✨

I’m so eager for what this path will bring me mentally, physically, and spiritually. If you follow my personal page, you’ll know I’ve been on a health journey for the last two years now it’s time to fully embrace the tools I’ve gained and feel the divine benefits unfolding. 💚🌞

Here’s to clearing space, raising energy, and opening the heart. 🌀

Why Do We Keep Going Back to What Breaks Us?It’s a question that sits heavy on the heart:Why do people stay in unhealthy...
26/09/2025

Why Do We Keep Going Back to What Breaks Us?

It’s a question that sits heavy on the heart:
Why do people stay in unhealthy relationships?
Why do they return to the very hands that hurt them?

It isn’t always because they “miss” the abuse.
Sometimes it’s because trauma has rewired the nervous system. Pain becomes familiar. Chaos becomes normal. The body begins to confuse destruction with love. The ache feels safer than silence, because silence means facing yourself.

Sometimes it’s loneliness. That deep, dark hole in the soul that whispers: “At least it’s someone. At least it’s something.” The emptiness feels unbearable, so we fill it with whatever or whoever will distract us from listening to it.

And sometimes it’s the lesson we keep refusing to learn. The universe whispers, but when we ignore it, the lesson repeats. And repeats. And repeats. Until we finally wake up.

People say they want healing. They claim they want peace. They swear they are ready for love.
But their actions tell another story.
They keep opening the wrong doors, the same very doors that lead back into cycles of pain.
Meanwhile, the right doors the ones that would bring freedom, expansion, love, and truth they remain closed and locked by fear.

It’s not that the right doors aren’t there.
It’s that stepping through them requires courage. Vulnerability. The willingness to face the shadows within. The willingness to sit with the silence instead of running back to the noise.

Unhealthy attachments aren’t punishments. They are mirrors. Invitations. The universe holds them up to us and says: “Look at this. Do you see the wound you’re still carrying? Do you see where you still believe you’re unworthy of more?”

And until that mirror is faced, people force themselves to live the same story again and again. Not because they love it. But because they’re not ready to let it go.

The cycle ends when you choose differently.
When you stop mistaking survival for love.
When you stop opening doors to what breaks you and finally allow the right ones to swing wide.

Yes, it’s terrifying.
Yes, it requires death the death of old patterns, false identities, and the comfort of familiar pain.

But on the other side of that death is the life your soul has been asking for all along.

So the question is this:
Will you keep sipping the poison, convincing yourself it tastes like love?
Or will you finally close that door lock it, bolt it, and walk away for good?

From the ashes, we rise.From the breaking, we remember.From the fire, we are forged anew.This world was never built to h...
24/09/2025

From the ashes, we rise.
From the breaking, we remember.
From the fire, we are forged anew.

This world was never built to hold your light it was built to test it. To fracture the spirit, to bend the will, to make you forget who you are. But the great truth is this: you cannot be destroyed. You are eternal. You are the flame itself, not the smoke that fades.

The shaman’s path teaches us that death is never an ending it is a rebirth. Each time life burns us down to the bone, it is only stripping away the false skins, the borrowed masks, the lies we carried that were never ours to hold. What remains is you raw, powerful, untamed. The truest essence of self.

Choosing yourself is not selfish. It is sacred.
Because the self is not small the self is the vessel of Spirit, the seed of the cosmos, the very heartbeat of creation. When you choose you, you are choosing life itself.

Do not give up on yourself. Not now. Not ever. You are the most valuable being walking this earth, because you carry within you the map back home. Your healing becomes a torch for others lost in the dark. Your rising becomes the proof that they, too, can rise.

We are the teachers of the new world. We are the ones who return from the fire, carrying medicine in our scars, carrying wisdom in our bones, carrying truth in our breath.

Always choose you !

We run from our bodies like they’re danger zones because for so many of us our skin carries the echoes of what we surviv...
23/09/2025

We run from our bodies like they’re danger zones because for so many of us our skin carries the echoes of what we survived.
It holds the bruises we couldn’t name, the words that stung so deep they lived in our bones, the quiet corners where grief and shame took up residence.

So we zoom out. We dissociate. We plan escape routes. Anything to not feel that ache again.

But then, something small shifts. We stop fighting the body and start listening. We bring water to the dry places. We breathe into the tightness.
And when we begin to tend to ourselves not to “fix” how we look, but to tend to how we feel the body becomes a safe room instead of a battlefield.

Home is no longer a distant idea. Home is the chest that rises and falls. Home is the hands that can cradle, soothe, repair.

Changing our bodies is not surface-deep. It is reclamation. It is learning to trust the vessel that carried you through fire.

It is learning to stand in your own skin and say: “I belong here. I am allowed to heal. I am allowed to feel whole.”

And when that happens, everything inside softens the past pulls back, the pain finds new language, and we remember how to live from inside our bodies, not away from them.

We don’t run forever. We come home. ❤️

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21/09/2025

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So hear me out…Your family has carried the weight of mental health struggles for generations. The patterns are everywher...
19/09/2025

So hear me out…

Your family has carried the weight of mental health struggles for generations. The patterns are everywhere you look. Some silenced their pain with alcohol or drugs. Some lives were lost too soon. And when anyone asked why, the answer was always the same: “It’s just genetics. It’s in the DNA. It’s who we are.”

But here’s the truth that has been hidden:

You are the lightworker. ✨
You’re the one drawn to healing, to shamanism, to walking between realms. You sense what others don’t, and you’re able to bring back wisdom from places they’ve forgotten.

Your family had this gift too. They were not broken. They were not “crazy.” They were sensitive souls who were never told the truth about what they carried. So they feared it, shut it down, or numbed it away.

This isn’t about weakness it’s about timelines. Society decided what was “acceptable” and what wasn’t. So the gift got buried.

But imagine this: if our ancestors had known they were healers, if they had been taught to trust their connection to other realms… just think how much would have been possible.

And now, here we are.
The so-called black sheep. The ones breaking the silence. The ones rewriting the story. The ones healing backwards and forwards, through every branch of the family tree.

You are not cursed. 🌹
You are the answer your ancestors were praying for.

19/09/2025

Love Poem to Myself

I am crying tonight.
Finally.
Letting it spill,
letting it burn,
letting it go.

The pain sits in my body,
low, deep
my sacral screaming for release.
An o***y aching,
a womb I can never use.
The truth slices me open:
I will never be a mum.

And it hurts.
It hurts so much.
Because a part of me believed
that was my mission here,
that was how I would be enough.

I feel like I failed.
Failed as a woman.
Failed myself.
And yet
I know failure isn’t real.
This is just grief,
pouring out of me,
demanding to be seen.

My heart has been aching
since I was a child.
I wanted love
so simple, so unconditional,
but it never came.
So I learned to ache quietly,
to carry it alone.

Tonight, I can’t carry it.
I collapse into it.
I let myself drown in it.
I sink into the swamp
of ashes and tears.

But even here,
I feel a flicker
a whisper that I will rise.
Not because it’s pretty,
not because it’s easy,
but because that’s what I do.

I am the fire.
I am the ashes.
I am the phoenix.

And though my sacral is torn,
though my womb will never bloom,
I will still love myself back to life.

For now
just let me be.
Let me grieve.
Let me bleed.
Let me cry.
This is love, too.

Happy Monday all!!Tell me what is your weekly affirmation?Mine is “create your reality”
15/09/2025

Happy Monday all!!

Tell me what is your weekly affirmation?

Mine is “create your reality”

Some people talk about forgiveness and claim they walk in the light, but real light only comes through divine love. With...
14/09/2025

Some people talk about forgiveness and claim they walk in the light, but real light only comes through divine love. Without love, words are empty, and no one can break through the barriers that love protects. Love always wins.

Think of it like Harry Potter. True protection comes from love, not from pretending. When I set boundaries, it’s not from hate but from keeping myself and others safe. That, too, is an act of love.

If someone chooses to stay in the shadows, they will only project more shadow. The light cannot shine through until they begin the work within themselves. If this message stirs something in you, that is a sign to pause and reflect, not because this is about you but because your soul is asking you to heal.

I have already chosen peace by stepping back and blocking the person this was about. Love is the only frequency that truly matters.

Always, with love.

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