Queen's Joy
ALICIA MARKOWITZ PEREZ - ESTEBAN Hi, I'm Alicia
Thriver Author Creator of I'm On My Side, My Healing Art, and the RISE Program My heart is from Venezuela, my blood from Spain and my home is in The United States. I started my career as a Professor Piano Performer in the Conservatory of Music in Venezuela. I got my Degree in Science in Music Therapy CUM LAUDE at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh. I taught music for decades in three countries. I had the honor to worke with children with disabilities and disorders. After teaching for decades, I found my creative spirit. I became a Reiki Master, a coach, an inspirational teacher, painter, writer, a creator. Now my first book is on its way. I'm in constant learning mode. I'm a creator of what I call My Healing Art. I create Magic Wands. You can use your Magic Wand to clean or purify energy, around a room, in a house, aura and so on. You can also use them for moving energy to clear the air and shift the vibration, uplift your spirit, and carry your intentions, wishes and desires into the Universe. I also create channeled Watercolors that you can see in my blog. My mission is to help others transform their lives, to help them reprogram their limiting believes, to teach them really love themselves with an Exclusive VIP Retreat. We’re unlimited beings. Stay tune with this powerful experience that will change your life for the BEST!
I'M ON MY SIDE
All the extreme polarities were concentrated in my upbringing. Great education, music, art, literature, science, high intelligence, excellent taste, travel, wealth, maids, chuffer, love, all the things that glow in a book cover. Fear of someone dying, a collection of feelings of “it’s my fault,” dark red cheeks, black & blue spots in some parts of my body, bloody grooves, locks falling, invisible cracks, opened wounds in my heart, in my mind, suffocating love, I’m a bad daughter.
FROM THE DARKNESS... Darkness wasn’t dark. It was a pressing feeling crawling from my toes to the center of my chest. A boulder that I tried to move with my lungs. An endless pit in my stomach. The sound of death on the walls and the small pieces of glass falling on the floor. Tears that showered my insides while my outside me drenched the world with my laugh, passion, and energy.
The move of an eyelash, an extra sound in your voice, the corner of your mouth a millimeter higher was the cause for an explosion of an atomic bomb. 14