About Galina Vladi

Introduction

Galina Vladi is a healer and a clairvoyant. She was born in the Southern part of Siberia, near Lake Baikal. From an early age she was exposed to the spiritual aspects of healing and a white witchcraft, and was surrounded by the mysterious stories and legends of shamans. It is no doubt to her that all members of her extended family had contributed in many different ways to the process of her growth and development. Thanks to her family and her consistent inner work, she has become a strong and determined individual.

Grandmother Vasilisa

My grandmother from my father's side had opened for me a path to wisdom. She was illiterate, and though she didn't read a word in her entire life, she was blessed with a deep wisdom which comes only from Mother Earth itself. She could see the essence or the core of anything or anybody; or how we say in Russia, she could see through. She was a walking dictionary of sayings and proverbs. I still remember and repeat some words of my grandma's wisdom once in a while.

Her first name Vasilisa had come from the old Russia. It came from the spiritual land which inhabited many stories, legends, and folk tales...

Once upon a time there lived a strong-minded and beautiful queen Vasilisa Prekrasnaya (Vasilisa the Beautiful). She was known for her strength and her beauty...

I read the story about Vasilisa Prekrasnaya many-many times, seeing my grandma as a strong and beautiful person of the old Russian fairy tale.

My grandma shared with me her strength as well. She knew how to stay strong and how to manage life. Her physical strength and the strength of her spirit were sometimes intimidating even for a man. Her strength, just as her wisdom, was coming from a deeply sacred connection with the energy of the Mother Earth. She gave birth to nine children, always walking away to an open field or locking herself in a house right before a labor. The ceremony of birth was as sacred to her as her connection with the Mother Earth. She never asked for help, managing to go through an experience that was terrifying for most women on her own and coming back to her family carrying a newborn baby in a lap of her long skirt. Seven of her children died shortly after birth. The reason for their death was discovered by a medical science much later, in the early 1950s, but at that time there was no explanation why babies were dying. Losing one baby after another, my grandma learned how to make peace with death. 'God gives, God takes,' she would repeat through many other burial ceremonies. 'For those who passed away it is time to lay still, and for those who are alive it's their time to live,' she would say after coming back home from a funeral, serving a table for the relatives and guests. She lived a long and simple life, but her life and her presence deeply influenced the lives of many other people including myself.

Grandpa Timofei

Grandma Vasilisa's husband, grandpa Timofei, was the kindest man in the entire world. He was soft and gentle, and always with a smile on his pleasant face. Grandpa didn't talk much and he didn't have to, because his eyes were talking to us just by shining the light of love, compassion, and understanding.

I remember my grandpa sitting at the dinner table with his glasses on and reading. It didn't matter if it would be an early morning or a late afternoon, he would be always there reading a book. He would disappear in the others, probably better worlds, for hours and sometimes for days, not been interested in what was happening around, and not remembering if he ate at all.

My grandpa would never survive without his wife Vasilisa. He lived high in the blue sky, and she waited patiently for him while firmly grounded to the Mother Earth. My grandfather proposed to Vasilisa when he just turned 16. They stayed together for sixty challenging years, and only his death finally separated them and brought an end to their incredible union.

Grandma Vera

My other grandma Vera had the lightest spirit in the world. She had never learned how to take life seriously. From some people's point of view it was her weakness, but for my grandma this 'weakness' became her strength.

My grandma had a good sense of humour. She laughed and joked about anything. Even in those cases when there was no food in a house and no money in a pocket, she would laugh, sing and dance, attracting a good luck. Neighbors would knock on her door asking for a card reading or for advice, bringing her some bread, eggs, and potatoes so she would survive that day; not worrying at all about the next one.

I still learn from my grandma even she has been long gone. I learn how to be playful as a child, and how to take life easy. Grandma Vera's light spirit helps me to go through life experiences with a light heart and a good laughter. My grandma knew a secret of life. Her name, Vera, means Faith in Russian.

Grandfather Nicolai

I didn't have a chance to know my grandfather Nicolai, grandma Vera's husband, very well. He and my grandma got divorced soon after my mom was born. Grandfather Nicolai was so much opposite from my grandma. He was very practical and disciplinary, focused and organized in every aspect of his life. He was the only one in our extended family who, regardless of the communistic philosophy of an equal poverty for everyone, had learned how to make money and was successful in his every business. There is a lot for me to learn from my grandpa Nicolai!

My Father

My father had brightened my childhood world with his love and his gentle care. I missed him so much when by some circumstances, which I couldn't understand at that time, he was pushed away from my life. I learned to accept those rare meetings with him, when I would enjoy his presence just for a few hours, or in a rare occasions for a day or two. I was patiently waiting for a very special moment, when in the early morning I would be awakened by his soft and gentle voice calling for me, 'Galshonok, good morning, my beautiful baby. The sun is up.' Some short Siberian summers which I spent with my father, had turned into holidays of my early life and stayed with me later as an unforgettable memories.

My father died when I was far away, separated with him by my mother's will. He was 49 year-old, and I just turned 15. My mom agreed that I would live with my father, but instead, we moved far away, to a small town by the Mongolian border. I never saw my father again. His last letter was from a hospital. Deeply affected by my mom's decision, he gave up his battle. He died after a complication of a simple flu. He made his choice, so nobody could separate us anymore. He received a freedom to be with me at any time and at any place at least in his spirit . His love is always with me. At a much later time I changed my last name to Vladi - a short version of my father's first name, Vladimir.

My Mom

My mom. What did she teach me and how did she influence my personality and my life? She loved me, and I loved her too. But because we were mirroring each other we couldn't avoid almost constant confrontation. Nevertheless, there was always something under spoken between us.

My mom never had a chance to learn how to express her love. She was hesitant neither to hug or to kiss us, and the only way she had found to express her love was through cooking and serving food for the family. She wasn't a very happy person. She made a lot of mistakes in her life, trying to find love and happiness, and to create a better life. She and I went a long way before we were able to reach for each other and start a healing communication.

Thanks to my mom I had learned how to forgive, and how to give another person a chance to heal. I learned that I had come into her life to become her teacher, so I could help her to understand that happiness and peace can not be found anywhere in this world but in our own heart.

My Sister

My sister gave me a chance to experience how to love and admire somebody like her with all my girlish passion and loyalty. She was so beautiful. My sister was beautiful as a flower - as a star. I was her bodyguard despite the fact that I was four and a half years younger then her. And because I chose to protect her from the crowd of the local boys, I had to learn how to be clever and strong in a matter to succeed in my voluntary mission.

My Children

My children, Seva and Olga. Beautiful, bright, aware... They are my pride, my love, my joy... In the time of my spiritual growth, they accepted all changes in their lives with no complains. They believed in my vision. They supported my decision to follow my spiritual path, even though it wasn't easy for them not to have me around. They missed me and I missed them terribly. However, we had to learn how to live apart and not to lose our close connection. Separated by distance, we were connected in spirit. At that difficult time, my 16-year old daughter told me: "If I want to talk to my best friend, I call you, mama."

Galina Vladi

In her healing work Galina Vladi combines the knowledge and techniques she received from Qi-Gong Masters, Russian healers, Native American and Siberian shamans and through her own trance channeling. She is trained in acupuncture, herbal medicine, massage therapy, Qi-Gong, hypnotherapy and counseling.

Galina resides in Anchorage, Alaska where she maintains a private practice and teaches classes.