Time for Healing

Pulmonary atresia would be the topic I obsessed over for two weeks. The tireless nights of my furious research seemed to suggest that our daughter just happened to be one of the “unlucky” 554 babies a year. I did not accept this. Yet, I had to accept this.  

But healing from this was a different story. 

I fought with myself, desperately trying to climb out of the hole I seemed to be keeping myself in. Then one day, my mom suggested seeing a reiki healer. One session was all it took.

My best friend made the hour drive with me.  The woman who greeted us at the door brought us into her studio. She asked me what brought me to her and how she might be able to help.  Being a bit of a skeptic, I told her I had some recent family deaths (which was not a total lie) and that one of them caused me some trauma. She asked me to lay down and the session began.

Unexpectedly, she first called out my deceased grandfather. She continued to call out numerous things that I have never told anyone. Finally, the moment I was hoping for; she called out my sweet little girl. She told me there was a small female present and said she was my daughter. This woman suddenly began touching her chest and neck and said “she’s telling me there was something wrong with her heart...you chose to terminate for this.” I felt myself start to cry, but she continued. “Your daughter wants me to tell you that she understands. There was a lot of turmoil surrounding her existence, but she knows and understands she was never meant to be here physically with you. She was meant to be a guide for you in this lifetime.” My entire body shook so badly. I couldn’t stand. I was in tears. And then I felt light.  And free.  

Now, I had permission. I could heal.

~Haleigh Rogers