How do we heal others? Can you heal someone else? Although I provide healing services, I better identify with the title of guide. I don't heal, but show the way for how to heal.
Healing by Leading
This is a visualization that came to me. I have often seen myself in my visualizations dressed as a warrior, with a sword, but not wearing armor. Wearing a long dress and long cloak without a hood. I think we all have these various archetypes that tell us about who we are and our mission, not only here, but from our pre-mortal existence as well.
As all wise healers will tell you, they don't actually do the healing. The body can heal itself, given the proper conditions. The job of a healer is to help restore those conditions to the body so it can do the work.
Think of this the next time you make a choice regarding something that needs healing. Are you creating a condition for the body to do what it is naturally designed to do? Or are you suppressing or altering some normal function or response from the body?
Spiritually, Christ is the true healer. He is the one with the power, not us. His power working through us is what brings true healing.
In the case of the healer, and in the case of Christ, they show the way to healing by leading. The best we can always do for anyone else is to improve and grow ourselves. We lead the way, and then others can see what is possible. This is how to heal others - by showing the way.
I share this visualization in story form. It was a powerful lesson for me. So many of my clients have issues around boundaries and responsibility. It's very difficult for them to see what is theirs and what isn't.
Finding healthy boundaries is something I've done a lot of work around myself. I think it's one of those life lessons that all healers need to learn. We're here to heal by showing the way, not by "fixing" someone else or taking their hurts or dis-ease upon ourselves.
I invite you to consider how you can help others to heal by leading the way for them.
The Warrior Shows the Way
She saw herself, standing in a large open space, wearing her warrior outfit. Her sword was drawn.
Suddenly, a hole opened in the ground beneath her and she fell, her arms stretched overhead. It was dark, but not oppressively so.
As she fell, her clothes slipped off of her overhead. She landed, uninjured, on her back.
The floor was dark and smooth, smoke gray. As she looked around, she saw that she was in a cylindrical room. There was no ceiling, and also no obvious way out. The walls were just as black and just as smooth as the floor. Too high to try to scale.
She wasn’t bothered by the fact that she was naked. It was just the way it was. There were many other people there, too. They started to come to her, looking for her help.
She put up her hand, as if to say, stop. I’m not here to help you. I’m here for myself.
(Later, she chided herself for this, feeling it was selfish and mean. But then she understood.)
Determined, she began looking for a door. There has to be a way out, she thought.
Flush with the wall, she found a door, opened it, and was greeted by a flight of stairs. They went down, seemingly in the opposite direction she needed to go. No bother. She started to descend, and the stairs all folded and turned into a slide. She slid, down, then up, into the air, and landed on a smallish round platform. This platform was floating in the air, and not connected to anything. It seemed like a dead end.
Instinctively, she knew there had to be a way.
Oh! The idea came so quickly and made so much sense, she put it immediately into action. “I can move this.”
She thought, and she did.
The little platform started to rise, up, the direction she intended to go. As she traveled, she moved faster and faster. As she did so, the space surrounding her became more and more bright and light.
Suddenly, she was wearing white clothing that was almost glowing it was so bright. Faster and faster she went, and then she was flying through the air and landed.....somewhere. In space.
She had found her way out, her way back, her way forward.
She heard, more sensed, something behind her. As she turned, she saw the others coming, too. Many ones dressed in white, shooting up from their own floating spaces and landing beside her.
Once they see, they know the way.
She led, and they followed.
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