“Everyone has an energy field or aura that surrounds and interpenetrates the physical body. This energy field is intimately associated with a person’s health and well-being.”
Hands of Light by Barbara Brennan
Below is an excerpt about energy healing from one of our last chapters. __________________________________________________________________________
Accumulated heartache will take up residence inside our bodies and eventually find a comfortable place to settle. Mine curls up below the sternum, but yours might ignite a skin rash, thrum migraines into your temples, or stab you in the back. Still, the source is the same. Suppressed loss. Grief. Despair.
We set these feelings aside, like a rainy day project, waiting until we have the time and strength to sit with them. But heartache isn’t patient. And my own was howling to be heard.
“What are you poking at?” My perceptive friend Sarah is studying energy healing. She noticed my involuntary rib-pressing gesture as we chatted at a dinner party.
“Oh that. I’ve seen doctors. Nobody can tell me.” My cryptic response wasn’t a deterrent.
“Right there?” She points to my pain and registers understanding.
“That’s your third chakra, Lynda. It’s your voice. Your will. Your power.”
“What power?” I said, only half-kidding.
“You’ve got something to say and you need to be heard. That’s the pain. Your body’s presenting physical symptoms because your voice has been silenced.” She says matter-of-factly, like who wouldn’t know this?
The seat of my soul was starved for attention. And the answers I needed were falling right into my path. I wrote down the number Sarah gave me. Kimberly. A medical intuitive masseuse. “She’ll see it. She’ll know.”
A week later I walked into Kimberly’s office, a comforting space that looked like it had been lifted straight from the cardboard pages of Goodnight Moon. When she emerged, I half expected her to offer me milk and cookies with a nap mat.
“Oooooo sweetie,” she said, holding up her hands as if shielding her eyes from bright sunlight. “I’m seeing orange and yellow,” she circled her palm over my chest and belly, “and it’s coming from right here. Hot.” She stood back to assess, looking me up and down. “Inflammation. We’ve got to calm that down. It’s not red yet, thank goodness. But it’s irritated.”
I took in Kimberly’s fiery hair and warm authority as she fitted clean flannel sheets over a massage table. I just know she’s an angel.
“We all have an energy field surrounding our bodies,” she stated. “And when there’s unresolved emotion, it picks up a negative charge. And that orange? That’s emotional debris clinging to you. We need to clear the channels before it turns red.”
“What happens when it turns red?”
“It’s mad as hell.” She paused, patting the massage table, inviting me to lie down.
“I see a lot of sadness here,” my intuitive continued. “You’ve been carrying this for a long, long time, haven’t you?” She scans the ceiling, like she’s listening for clues. “I’m getting something about a child. A boy? And I’m sensing disappointments. A relationship in conflict.”
Kimberly was looking directly into my bruised orange soul.