Energy Healing, a Personal Story

It all started in New Zealand. Matthew and I spent nearly a month there this winter, and when we landed, groggy from 18 hours of flying, one of the first things that greeted us in the airport in Auckland was a rack of brochures extolling the virtues of all the exciting things to do in New Zealand. Kiwis are known for their active, open and friendly natures, and touristy activities reflect that: Whitewater Rafting! Cycling Treks! Skydiving!

"Matthew," I said as I suddenly knew the Next Big Thing on My Path, "I need to go skydiving."

I am deathly, unreasonably afraid of heights. I know it has a little to do with unresolved issues about having to throw my Inca infant off a cliff lifetimes ago, as well as probably several other past-life adventures, but truly, I'm okay with my little disability. So what if I get nervous on ladders? Do I really need to hang out on rooftops and cliff edges? I'm reasonably sure I can life a full life with those white knuckles, and hang gliding is pretty low on the list of Must-Do's this lifetime.

Matthew knows all this. After all, it was him gaily yelling, "We're going to die!" with a mischievious smile while I inched our rental car slowly up the side of Pike's Peak a couple of years ago, hugging the wall and trying not to think about hurtling to our certain deaths over the edge.

He looked at me. "Skydiving?" he asked. "Go for it!"

So I did it. It was awesome and frightening. Exhilarating. And when it was over, the clear next thing to do was to learn to ride a motorcycle. After all, hadn't I already braved certain death, free-falling from 15,000 feet above the Earth? Riding a motorcycle would be a piece of cake.

Took a class. Got the license. Bought the bike. Rode it around.

The end? Not quite. Here's where the story starts.

Ten days ago, I took a ride. When the sun comes out in this part of the country (Pacific Northwest), there's an obligation to take advantage of it. Eight months of nonstop rain will do that to you. So when it's sunny, everyone heads outdoors. I rode around, checked out a nearby lake, and on the way home made I plans for the afternoon: I had already had a run in the forest that morning, but getting on the bicycle would feel good.

A block from my house, I had an accident.

Only a little one, really. It involved me, and it involved the motorcycle falling on me. More specifically, falling on my foot with all its 350 pounds and bending that foot in a way that feet aren't designed to bend.

I knew right away I broke something.

Sure enough, later it was confirmed: stress fracture from compression. It hurt like hell. I mean, OW. Once the initial shock wore off, the pain set in. And ow. Triple, quadruple ow.

Fortunately, I'm not alone. I have friends. And I'm an energy healer. Healer, heal thyself.

My friend Linda, an amazing healer, worked on my foot. I felt it right away, and the pain subsided. Then I got Polaris involved. I was moving to a new home a few days later and needed mobility. There was no time for sitting around while things healed - I had packing to do!

That was ten days ago. I sat and let things heal for exactly one day. After two days I decided I could drive. After three days I was packing and moving. After four days I was riding my bicycle.

Today, I can put full weight on that foot and walk normally. In another week I'll be running again. You'd never know that ten days ago I broke a bone.

So what have I done that you can't do?

Nothing.

We ALL have the power to heal ourselves. It takes full belief in the possibility, though. It requires that you not hold any other beliefs that conflict. If I had needed real rest on some level, for instance, this healing would have been more difficult because it would have conflicted with the need for rest.

Healing yourself also requires a good connection to Self. The ability to listen to what it is that's being asked for, to what it is that is being presented to you in the situation, and not freak out from fear or pain. I found out that I needed to put energy toward asking for help, so I found a number of ways to do just that. Interestingly, it turned out that I didn't really need most of the help I asked for, but the asking changed the energy flow around that issue.  I was listening to my Self.

There's also Linda. She really is an amazing healer, and she helps many many people. I am grateful she is my friend.

And Polaris. Polaris tells everyone that they are available only for the asking, so if you need help Polaris will be there for you.

And, not uncoincidentally, just this week I officially unveiled — ta da! — two new and powerful services in energy healing.  Check it out!  Polaris and I have been working on this for a while, fine-tuning exactly what they wanted to give to the world in terms of healing, and building on my years as a Reiki Master. So you can have these amazing, life-shifting healing sessions, and (this is so awesome) you can get attuned yourself to the healing frequency Polaris uses, which is different from anything else out there. I'm so thrilled Polaris is bringing this to the world!  And everyone who gets attuned can spread it even further, bringing much-needed healing on every level to every part of the world. That's my dream, anyway, and it's Polaris' plan. And I am grateful to be a part of it.

I think we all have amazing healing stories. What's yours?