“Forgiveness doesn’t make one person better, or the other guy smaller. Forgiving is just letting go. It’s turning back toward being what we really are.” – From “The Gardens of Ailana” handbook for healers & mystics
The afterlife is not what you’ve been led to believe.
Neither is life.
Find the deeper Truth and heal.
– “The Gardens of Ailana” handbook for healers & mystics
My love/guide told me today that if I hadn’t had all those years of suffering and crippling doubt I couldn’t have written the books that I do, and could’t have reached the people I reach. I write books of hope for the hopeless; stories of deep meaning for the lost and out of touch. I couldn’t have come to them in compassion and empathy if I hadn’t myself felt disconnected, and like God and all meaning had turned from me.
We may call upon angelic presences to help us offer healing to someone in great pain or need. But often then we block their help by getting too willful. When we say we want such and such a result; we want their cancer removed, want their marriage issues resolved, we are coming from ego. We cannot know what the root problem is, or what results might constitute true and deepest healing.
Just wish them the best from a clear space within your soul, then get out of the way.
You do need to focus, to project with clear intent; but you cannot kill out their karma and wrestle what you want for them out of the inevitable.
– Another point: We call upon angels to help us when we are determined to help other humans or animals. But how often do we ask angels if there is any way we can help them?
While developing my new novels about hurting people growing into healers, I’m also interested in key moments that really meant something as you developed your sensitivities through Therapeutic Touch, or some other Laying on of Hands type interface. Was there a time when you were riddled with self-doubt, but then it all changed? Perhaps one key interaction when you could no longer deny that you were having an effect; your client was definitely responding and you could no longer tell yourself if was just your imagination, or your client’s own wish fulfillment? Did your growing sensitivities start to affect your outside life as well? Did your life start filling and thrilling with amazing, and helpful synchronicity and “coincidences”? Did people start telling you that you had been showing up in their dreams? Did you believe them?
While partnered up to assess a client, did you see a color some time where your partner on the other side felt a temperature shift? How did you discuss that; how did you rectify the two? Do you feel it anywhere else than in your hands?
As I write these scenes I will have a number of people exploring and growing from such experiences. I’d like to explore how these things hit different people in different ways; particularly how it changes them inside, and how their lives change as they do. These healing and revealing processes don’t have to have come from formal training. Perhaps some traumatic or special event brought them on. Maybe they just started up spontaneously.
Anyone care to share? You can always private message me, you know.
I’m also thinking about including someone who keeps praising Jesus, but not in any crazy fundie “Our guy is the only guy and the rest of you suck” kinda way. I want her to show what his real teachings really offered as she works alongside those of other faiths or none at all. She won’t be central, but I may put her in.
Lots of ideas popping in this tale of healers being themselves healed; care to contribute any of your own? As Mickey Rooney might say, “Hey, kids; my dad’s got a barn! Let’s write a novel!”
The new book I’m now writing is basically a story based on my own experiences, but maybe some of you can offer your own. You know how as you develop yourselves as healers, you seem to dissolve, to be less aware of your physical form? Particularly, I suppose, if you travel long distances out-of-body to help. As you become more aware of the part you play in the vastness, you feel less stuck in your body. Death is just as comfortable as life, and some of those walls fall away. So this story is about a healer who identifies less and less with her little self; and so after her body dies, she just steps out of it. Keeps right on healing. People find her garden is haunted, but not in a scary way, and ever more people come to her for help. – I would be happy to hear your own stories of feeling less dense, more ethereal in your highest moments, if these are not too personal to share.
Thank you in advance.