Reconciled by the Light: the after-death letters from a teen suicide.

My first experience with spontaneous healing came when I was perhaps ten or twelve years old. My sister Sabina was prone to get nosebleeds, and when this happened, my father would apply pressure to her nostril to get the bleeding to stop. One evening, Sabina’s nose started to bleed profusely, and my parents rushed to her bedroom to help. From my place in the living room, I began to become concerned as they had been in her room longer than usual and I could hear my father’s voice periodically. Finally, I heard my father desperately cry out, “I can’t get it to stop bleeding!”

Without thinking I jumped up and ran to the dining room, where a large portrait of Jesus hung on the wall, as it does in most Roman Catholic homes. Falling to my knees, I prayed with all my heart for my sister and my father -- “Dear God, please stop my sister’s nose from bleeding right now.”

I had never prayed with such earnestness in my life, and it would be many years before I would pray like that again. The moment I finished my prayer, I heard my father from the other room say in a loud, surprised voice -- “The bleeding’s stopped!”

Because I wasn’t aware of the principles of mediumship, it never occurred to me that I might have a gift for healing, although from very early childhood whenever I saw someone who was injured or diseased I would experience a peculiar twinge of slight pain in the lower part of my body.

An experience that got me thinking about my healing potential took place when I was in my mid-twenties. I was doing missionary work in Rhode Island, visiting total strangers door-to-door. As I was leaving the doorstep of an elderly woman, she made a short but startling prophecy – “When you are dead, people will come to the place where you are buried, and be healed there.”

When I was in my forties, another woman at the yoga studio I attended told me that she thought I would be doing some type of healing. I thought it odd that she would say that, because I didn’t think of myself as the healing type. Nevertheless, her remark had the effect of opening my mind further to the possibility.

A few months after that, I was attending a talk by a mystic woman who asked the audience to participate in a healing exercise. I held the hand of the young lady next to me and projected healing intentions towards her for a couple of minutes.

As I let go of her hand she asked, “Are you a Reiki Master?”

“What’s Reiki?” I asked.

“Well, you just performed it on me!” she replied. She told me I needed to talk to the lady who was speaking.

After studying with this healer I was certified as a Reiki Master and have since had many wonderful and “miraculous” experiences with healing, some of them spontaneous.

I truly believe that the human race has a potential for natural healing that has yet to be fully realized, and that everyone can develop the ability with a little effort. I envision a day when people will rarely visit secular doctors anymore, as most healing will take place inside the family home. Parents have the power to perform the laying on of hands technique on their children to cure simple ailments, if they will only learn how to develop it. It is my hope that more and more people will strive to develop their inherent ability for healing; this will help usher in a new age for humanity.