Inspirational Blog Posts

It all started Saturday afternoon with a phone call from a friend.  She had someone with her who wanted a spiritual reading and wanted to know if I would talk to her.  The friend got on the phone and said, “I want a healing,” she replied.  It was about all I could get her to say.  So mentally, I shrugged my shoulders, set up an appointment for early Monday morning, and figured I’d play it by ear.

When I arrived to do the reading, I was greeted by a very frightened lady clinging (psychically if not physically) to our mutual friend’s hand.  “I want a healing,” she said again, determined.  I explained that an aura reading would be a good way to start, and we began.  I still get chills when I think about the level of fundamental change this lady created during her reading.

This woman was terrified of getting a reading.  Petrified,  not of what I might see, but of what I would tell her about what I could see.  Shame and self-judgement were on al rampage in all aspects of her aura.  All through the reading, however, it was clear that she had made a true commitment to heal herself.  She was afraid of pain and judgement (both her own and from others).  She was certain that God had long ago abandoned her.  She was almost positive that if she started to deal with the pain, she would go insane.  Above all, she was afraid that the lie was true; that she really wasn’t worth the effort to heal.

When I reached the fifth layer of her aura, her longing for a connection with the God of her heart was a tangible thing.  It was almost as tangible as the fear that she would never be able to experience (let alone have) a connection between herself and the Cosmic Consciousness. This was a connection she had always wished for but couldn’t remember ever having.  I began to realize that having a reading, for her, was an act of great courage, a statement of self-trust and symbol to herself of her own internal commitment.  When she cleared a symbol that had blocked her access to her seventh chakra, I got to watch something truly beautiful.  She instantly started to wash self-forgiveness mixed with Joy and amusement through her entire body.  I was watching a fountain of gold energy in action.

At the end of the reading, I walked her through a short meditation.  How to ground, center, pull her energy back to a more manageable area and how to put out a communication line to God.  I said, “Just say Hello.”  She started to cry.  “You got an answer back, didn’t you?” Frantic nodding.  “Well, say hello again, and this time, let yourself receive.”  One quick nod and then a smile of peace.

What was my lesson here?  I finally realized something I’d been hearing for years.  It is a huge healing to be in the presence of someone truly committed to healing themselves; someone dedicated to moving forward on their path.  For me, this reading was a graphic demonstration of how healing myself can be a healing to others and a healing to the community.  It forced me to validate a way in which I give to the Church (and to those around me) that I usually don’t perceive as giving.  It was a nice lesson for 8:30 on a Monday morning.

Over and over, she’d told me, “I want a healing.”  Well, she got one; and so, did I.