One of the most memorable healing journeys I had involved an energy healing, although I didn’t know that’s what would happen, or even what energy healing was, when I entered the treatment room.
I call a friend to ask about a remedy for my aching back after a minor car accident, and she suggests I go see another friend named Marilyn Wise. I know Marilyn, though I don’t know what she actually does in her office.
When I enter, she guides me into a candle-lit treatment room where beautiful music is playing. Marilyn says she’ll leave, and she asks me to remove my top and pants, and to lie on my back under the sheets on the treatment table.
When she returns, she gives me a rose quartz crystal to hold, speaking aloud a rich prayer in a gentle, inviting tone, asking unseen entities to be near.
Before long, I see in my mind’s eye myself as a sad, wounded child, and my parents unable to give me what I need, honoring my heart and soul in ways they longed to be honored.
Next, I see my parents as sad, wounded children with parents who are unable to give them what they need, to match the yearning of their hearts.
When I witness the whole lineage on both sides to the beginning of time not receiving what they deeply longed for, I feel a depth of forgiveness, compassion, and love for my ancestors to my core. Then what feels like generations of negative energy stored in my body begins streaming out from my fingertips in an intense and lengthy way I’ll never forget. Wild and wonderful!
After that event, I begin a new relationship with my parents, which continues to this day. Funny enough, I’m the daughter who now lives closest to Mom and Dad, and I visit when I can.