Today’s Bloganuary prompt is “write about the last time you left your comfort zone”, but that has to do with COVID stuff, and I’m already overly stressed about that, so instead I want to write about one of the biggest times I left that zone and how it changed my life.
I’ve written about this on my blog, but for those new to me, I’ll start fresh!
For about two decades I worked on-and-off at a metaphysical shop. There were, of course, psychics and card readers, and I would get a reading every now and again. Numerous times I was told that I was a healer, and frankly, I thought they’d all lost their minds. I was anything but a nurse or a doctor; I could lend a great ear to those who needed to talk, but that wasn’t healing in my mind.
A little over a decade ago, an acquaintance got a card reading, we started talking about it, and he mentioned she had told him he was meant to be a teacher. Which he is was, and is. I blurted out the thing about being a healer, and he instantly said, “Oh, you are!” This, from someone I knew somewhat, but not really in depth.
Fine, universe, I get the message.
Amazingly, the very next day one of the readers came in limping. She’d wrenched her knee somehow and was in a lot of pain. When she went back to the reading room to set up for the day, I literally, and I mean literally, walked back and forth behind the counter, arguing with myself.
Let me preface what comes next by mentioning that not long after starting at the shop – about 9 years or so earlier – I’d been initiated (is that the word?) in First Degree Reiki. Hadn’t done a thing with or about it since, but hand placements popped into my head when my friend was talking about her knee.
So. I’m walking back and forth, arguing under my breath, “Go, ask her if you can help her knee!”, “NO, I’ve never done this, why would she say yes??”, “GO. ASK!”, “But what if nothing happens?”, “Just ask, already.”, for probably 10 or more minutes (I always say it was 1/2 an hour, but it wasn’t. I don’t think). I finally said, “Screw it” and went and asked if I could – putting my hands in a sort of Reiki-like position as I’m talking – try and see if I could help.
Instantly she said yes. Not a pause, not a hesitation, just “YES!” I will forever be grateful to her for that.
She sat down, I kneeled in front of her, placed on hand behind her knee and the other on the front, and…waited. Within a minute she began telling me that my hands immediately became hot (I couldn’t feel it), she was seeing purple in, as she put it, swooshes, like when someone is skiing and swooshing left and right, a key, and some other things.
Say what? I was floored, forgive the pun. About 5 (?) minutes after I started, another customer came in, so we had to stop. My friend stood up and told me that the pain was almost gone and it felt like there was a big brace around her knee, stabilizing it. And that the images she saw and the key meant that this was the path I was supposed to be walking.
I’m honestly not sure how I got through the rest of the day, I was flying so high!
The next day someone else mentioned a problem, I asked if I could help, got feedback, did the same the day after that…and we were off. Even people who said they didn’t have any intuition or psychic abilities mentioned colors or feelings, and almost everyone mentioned a feeling of calmness and release. The ones who did, especially the ones I worked with, gave vivid feedback including “it felt like angel wings inside”, or “like little dwarves hammering lightly on that spot, and then the light jumped over my head and into my heart”. And colors. Always colors. Lots of purples, but once is was ‘green apples’.
Then one woman mentioned connecting with her guru who lived in India during the session (say what?), and a few years later I was told by people in other countries that “we’d had a nice chat about what was going on” as I was sending light, sitting with my hands on my teddy bear, in New Mexico. No phone, no Skype, nada. So how….?
The fact that we are all connected really hit home when I was told this.
And that, my dears, is how I left my comfort zone and changed my life.
PS: I wrote about this a couple years ago, too.
©Pip Miller – January 2022
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