My recent session with a body-mind-spirit healer, Raylen, brought me back from the edge of despair. Swirling downward in the spiral of the pandemic, with both personal and universal relationships out of control, I needed a calm, integrative time-out. I needed a sense of Hope, what I named the mother mourning dove that nested and gave birth to the small beings of light I named “Faith” and “Grace.” But in the natural order of life, they had flown away and so had my anchors to them. I was lost in the black cloud of despair.
As I lay on my purple yoga mat in my home office and Raylen transmitted her image, words and energy through Zoom from her home, there was a sense of redemption. The first thing she said to me after we did some breathing was, “I sense your father to the left of you.” My dear father, who died when I was seven. Just to know he was with me, wrapped me in a soft field of safety. Then she told me, “He is proud of you.” I cried with this acknowledgement, this sacred blessing, of which she was the conduit.
Throughout the session, my body, mind and spirit were quenched by her energy work. I thank the spirits who I believe have not abandoned our universe, for this reprieve from the fear, anger and sadness, I and so many others, are experiencing each day now.
Raylen’s work is a rose opening in a parched desert, a feather-touch reminding me of the spirits and angels that surround me. I look forward to nourishing myself again with her message of healing, which parts the heavy pain into silken strands that lead us to the truth, that bind us all – love.