TURN YOUR SHIT INTO MAGIC: Secrets Of Life

By Kamilla R Benforte

Our energy is a form of a battery that requires charging and taking care of it. While our physical body is clearly visible to us, nobody tends to care about the invisible field and yet it is the most important element of our being. We keep spending money on beauty products and plastic surgeries while our inner energy falls onto the back burner or g

• Language: English
• Publisher: Virtuous Circle Coaching LLC
• Release date: Sep 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9780578745626

Kamilla R Benforte

Kamilla Benforte is an executive emotional intelligence coach, an author, artist, owner of Virtuous Circle Coaching, and energy healer. Born in Poland and having lived in many places across Europe, North America, Asia, and Australia, Kamilla's life has been influenced by many cultures from around the world.

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TURN YOUR SHIT INTO MAGIC

TURN YOUR SHIT INTO MAGIC

TURN YOUR SHIT INTO MAGIC

Secrets Of Life

Kamilla R. Benforte

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Virtuous Circle Coaching LLC

Contents

Dedication

1

THE ENERGY WITHIN

1 Intro

2 The Multidimensional Wellness

3 My Story

4 La - Not So - Dolce Vita

5 Checkmate

6 Ups & Downs

7 Learning Process

8 Enlightenment

2

THE SECRET

9 The Healing Process

10 The Healing Energy

11 The Power of Belief

12 Spirituality

13 Clear Your Mind

14 Empathy

15 Love Is Important

16 Your Relationships

17 Career

18 Emotional Intelligence

19 Fitness

20 You Are What You Eat

21 Summary

Contact Information

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For those who had the biggest impact on my life. People who made me the person I am today. People who I love beyond the words can express. To my grandfather, my mother, my husband and our two daughters Natalia and Alessandra.

A special memory goes to my grandmother

Irena Rozycka,

who passed away only a few days ago

on June 25th, 2020

Copyright © 2020 by Kamilla R. Benforte

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

First Printing, 2020

1

THE ENERGY WITHIN

There are many books out there that claim to guide you to

The Magical Formula of Happiness.

Perhaps this is just another one, but I will make a promise.

Maybe not today, nor tomorrow, but someday you will find

your own formula and the purpose of this book is to speed

up this process by showing you exactly where to look for cues.

In the first part of this book, I will share with you

the elements that have made me realize what life really

is about, and what has guided me to the source of my

own magic formula. Those elements are all private

and individual and once you get to know yours,

you will be in the possession of the secret.

1

Intro

WARNING!

If you don't want your life to change for the better,

this book may not be for you.

The inspiration to write this book came to me in a single moment, with just one thought that crossed my mind unexpectedly. Evidence of an accidental eureka, or perhaps was this more of a Kessler eureka? Kessler believed that accidental discoveries were not accidental at all. That people have moments of insight and intuition that they're prepared for by their experience to recognize them for what they are. Out of the blue, I understood that it was evidently a moment to which my life was preparing me for. One single event transformed my thought into a vehicle of epiphany and I realized how much I have to say.

Certainly, many of you readers know what I mean because only from the time perspective we are finally able to explain all the things that have happened to us, connect the dots and say:

OK, I get it... All that shit in the past had to happen to me to prepare me for today

A sudden discovery hit me like a bag of bricks while I was comforting my friend of the loss of his beloved dog. This dog showed up in his life at one of the most difficult moments, and they have both saved each other from certain tragedy. When the time to say goodbye came, my friend Greg, who is usually a pretty chilled guy, suddenly lost his cool and became a vessel of deep emotions. That morning, I received a phone call from him asking for availability at the veterinary hospital I worked at to relieve his best companion of pain and misery. Like many people in this situation, he also was confused, irrational, helpless, and basically melting from the tears of sadness. The fear of his decision knowing it was final and there is no going back dominated his emotional state. He wanted to hear from someone else that it was the right thing to do. But honestly, how can one answer that question for anybody? It was something that he needed to come to terms with on his own.

A few hours later he showed up with his little white dog -- Nikki, who just could not stop coughing. Her end-stage heart disease was preventing her from taking a long, deep breath that she was desperately fighting for. The time was obviously right. My head was empty as I was desperately trying to find the right words to say to my friend while holding his hand. My condolences, Sorry for your loss, Be strong. It all just seemed so superficial and I don't think it makes anyone feel any better. Perhaps this is exactly the situation where nothing really matters and only somebody's presence is all the other person's needs. However, being a nurturer by nature I have this strong instinct to protect others from visible and invisible negative forces. Grief is one of them.

It takes time for us to come to terms with a new situation and accept it, and time was exactly what my friend needed to be able to heal.

Earlier that year I went through the same grief of losing a dog-companion who showed up in my life inconveniently, but it turned out to be the most perfect time. He was a pure white American Bulldog named Blue. In a web of circumstances, he was pretty much dumped on me. My daughter and I lived with three cats already, I was working 60-70 hours a week, and had no time, nor space for a dog. Blue had a serious non-healing skin infection caused by ongoing allergies and horrible chronic eye ulcer, which is a very painful condition on its own. Even though he was a white dog named Blue, his appearance had nothing to do with the name, his skin was raw and irritated adding a red glow to that poor animal. He was miserable and his discomfort was painful to look at. Blues owner tried to provide for him as much as he could, but it wasn't enough. Since he was a patient of a doctor I worked with that day, it was me who had to see both of them for a recheck appointment. His owner broke down in tears in front of me asking for help. The selection of his choices has reached its limit. Oral medications didn't seem to help anymore, and Blue hated the application of topical ointments and drops in his eyes. The question if he considered finding Blue a new home, came out of my mouth perhaps with a touch of arrogance but to me, it was the most sensible thing at this stage. There was another technician working in our hospital, who often expressed her willingness of taking that dog home if he only was available... But it didn't work out. Our boss was furious about this situation and even though I knew that being notoriously upset was a part of her nature, I did not blame her this time. I felt compelled to take him home with me and care for him. My plan was to reunite him with the owner after he was healed up. The idea of helping someone actually made my day. Blues owner has struck me as an arrogant, selfish guy and even though I did not feel any compassion or affection for him, his sadness affected me to my very core. Seeing a man cry so hard is not something we encounter often, and even though he wasn't my favorite person, I felt sad for him. The love he had for Blue was obvious, and his heart was bleeding. At the end of my work shift, I packed the dog up and took him home. As we arrived, my daughter's enthusiasm helped me see that I made the right decision. Blue seemed actually pretty comfortable at my house too. My cats, of course, did NOT approve of this idea. They were hissing, spitting, growling, and one of them decided to permanently move under my bed and there was no way convincing him otherwise. But somehow, we managed. The hardest transition of course was on Blue. Just like for an older person, major life changes are not easy on an older boy like he was. Suddenly his world crashed and changed to the unknown. In the morning, he was at the comfort of his own home and by the end of the day, was surrounded by people he didn't know, in an unfamiliar place, and in a company of angry cats. Living in a house with a garden was also different from an apartment type of situation. I was renting my place and wasn't allowed to have animals, but thankfully I didn't have to explain that to the dog. The management of my apartment complex didn't even know about my cats.

Blue was one of those shy guys and didn't feel like eliminating in front of anyone while being on the leash. After 24 hours of holding his bladder and bowels, I was freaking out. I called his owner, and he confirmed my worries. Blue has been going potty only in the back yard, off the leash, and with no witnesses in sight. Trying to recreate that privacy we were taking him to secluded places where he could be let off the leash. We used to go out so many times during the day, that the dog started to hate it and as soon as he was off the leash, he was running off back to our apartment. Mission failed, and another 24 hours holding bladder has passed.

Oh well, I thought to myself;

He can't hold it forever.

And he didn't. As soon as there was an occasion of staying home alone, he did let go of his bladder and left the smelliest, most concentrated urine stain on the carpet one can imagine. It was awful!

The potty struggle took us a few more days but eventually, Blue went to pee in front of me. In case of that happening and to celebrate this crowning occasion, I made sure to have a bag of yummy treats on me at all times. Out of enthusiasm and happiness, I gave him the whole bag. Days were passing by and we developed our daily routine. Blue was going to work with me every day. Applying eye medications three times a day was a tough challenge and my co-workers used to help me with that. This way I wasn’t the only person he was associating with this unpleasant action. Soon he realized that it wasn't as painful as the applications he had at home with his owner and stopped fighting us. The only explanation for it was that his owner probably didn't know how to apply the medications correctly and most likely was touching his already painful eyeball with the tip of the ointment tube. Since that did not occur anymore, the dog started to trust us. Blues skin was cultured, results came back, and we were able to begin the right treatment for him. He was feeling better on a daily basis, started playing, and was genuinely a happy dog. I do have to mention that when Blue first started coming to our clinic, we had to muzzle him. But when he got to know us better, he started to like us and was playing with everyone during lunchtime and after hours. The healing process was going smoothly, and I thought that in a week or two he will be done with the antibiotics and possibly maybe even go back to his owner. But one-day, horrible news ruined chances to reunite them and give Blue the possibility of going back home. His owner committed suicide. I choked on my own breath because somehow, I knew that this was going to happen. I figured that if a man gives up the last thing he loves, that often means that -- the man is done. Just a few days before I even shared my concerns with my boss, but she said that she knows that individual, and he has been always playing his act of a victim, using it for his own gain. The fact that I was right made my heart stop for a moment and I felt physically sick. The thought of taking a dog off a man who loved him dearly shook up my world. The concept of having Blue on my hands was another scary moment leaving me out of options. Medical care and maintenance were out of my financial reach at that moment and bringing him to work with me on a daily basis has become an issue. Keeping him unsupervised at home for 12 hours a day with my cats was another unresolved matter, and the choice between the bad or the worse solution wasn’t looking good. One of my cats was still living under my bed and the possibility of someone at my apartment complex figuring out that I had an 80 lbs. dog was a recipe for disaster. A panic attack was the closes description of what I was going through. After coming home from work I could not stop crying. My mom was visiting at that time, and together with my daughter just gave me a hug and said it will be OK. That hug meant so much to me, enough to think that invisible forces perhaps hurl situations at us for a reason. Instead of looking for a new home for Blue, I have promised him that I will take care of him for the rest of his life and I will start to look for a new home that will be big enough for all of us. I don't know if and what animals understand but I've witnessed a true transformation in that dog. He has become the most loving, caring animal I have ever seen. Was kind, polite, appreciative, and brave. Our family was being protected, in his own doggy way. Like he knew that he was the only man in our house and protecting me and my two daughters was his purpose. Different living arrangements were a must because I didn't want to risk unpleasant situations and losing the roof over our heads. The process of looking for bigger places to rent failed, because the area where I wanted to stay was too expensive for me. Sleepless nights have become more frequent and I knew I would need some help. There was too much on my plate at that moment, and I couldn't do this on my own. Problem was, that I am one of those people who really don't like to ask for aid. Luckily, I was working for two wonderful people. My heart and gut agreed with my mind to ask my employees if they could help me to buy a home. I thought I will die when I said those words. Drops of sweat were running off my forehead and my hands were shaking. I had to fight the feeling of anxiety not just for me, but for my daughters and Blue. My boss and his wife listened to me silently and to my surprise agreed to help us. They've bent a few rules and really went ahead of themselves in order to make the experience of buying a house as easy for me as it could be. My gratefulness to them will be eternal and that experience made me believe that some people are meant to be in our lives. Even if just for a short time. A few months later we moved into our new beautiful condo in one of the best areas I could live. After we carried in all our furniture and belongings my younger daughter sat exhausted on the bed and asked me

Is this real life?

My heart skipped a beat and I sat next to her. Yesssss... It was real life. And maybe if it wasn't for the dog, I would have never found the courage for such an investment. Life was good. Whoever came to visit us said that my house had such a nice vibe, and they could feel the happiness and good energy within our walls.

Sadly, it didn't last very long. About 6 months later Blue got very sick. I have tried everything to keep him alive. He was my soldier, and in my understanding, I have become a better and stronger person after spending a year with him. Blue was diagnosed with chemodectoma. A heart-based tumor typical for the breed. That type of cancer is not malignant but can grow to pretty large sizes. Over the next few months despite the medications and frequent abdominocentesises, Blue grew weaker and skinnier. The interest in the food he always had has been gone, and even though his eyes looked content he wasn't welcoming me back home with the same enthusiasm he once did. We both were losing sleep. Some nights he was too uncomfortable to lay down and was resting his body on the wall in a sitting position with his head hanging off his shoulders and eyes closed. It's how he used to sleep. Hopelessness never felt so real, and soon wiped off a smile of my face. Sadness was affecting my day to day activities. During the night, I would often wake up and sit next to him until my alarm clock was getting off. He would always notice me and as I hugged him, he would twist his neck around my neck and shoulder in a way that would feel like a genuine, caring hug. I loved him, and he loved me back. Nobody wanted him to die but watching him suffer was hands down worse than letting him go. Seeing him like this was excruciating and my heart was breaking in a million pieces. Our little family was faced with the hard decision of making the ultimate choice. After a talk with his veterinarian and my daughters, we decided to give Blue freedom from his pain. The last 24 were unbearable. The consciousness of the lasts. Last supper, last dose of medications, last breakfast, last walk, last... We did everything we could to keep up the good spirit. We decided not to cry in front of Blue. Animals can sense our emotional state, and we didn't want him to worry about us. During the last night, he didn't find any rest at all. As if he knew that his time with us came to an end, and he was leaving us without his protection. The last night Blue spend walking between our rooms lying next to us for a little while then moved on to the next person, and I wished to know what was going through his mind. I had so many questions for him that night... When my turn finally came for Blue to lay next to me, he crawled into bed with me, looked at me, sight, and laid down in a position to be able to hug my body with his neck. That gesture answered all my questions. Words not always need to be spoken for us to understand the communication of love. This is exactly what Blue tried to tell me, he was saying, that in the end, it is all about love, and he felt like it was his last chance to show it how much he loved us. It almost looked like he wanted to make sure we remember that. Humans experience similar feelings as their time is near. The most important thing for humans during that time is to make sure, that our people know how much we loved them. I think that instead of being scared for himself he was more concerned about us. We all made sure we were home with him that day. We made Belgian waffles for breakfast, especially for Blue. He was always on a special hypoallergenic diet and didn't know many yummy things that life had to offer, at least not since he lived with us. But today wasn't about rules, it was all about love and happy experiences. Many people came to visit us that morning bringing even their dogs with. In case if dogs ever do worry, I wanted to distract him and shake off negative thoughts. We took him to the park