One of my patients suffered from deep anxiety. She was a nervous wreck in confrontational situations and was easily intimidated. She felt an inexplicable sense of fear and had reached a state of desperation. She had sought the help of therapists and had even undergone hypnosis, but she continued to struggle, and her condition was getting worse. The constant fear was wearing her down mentally, emotionally, and psychologically.
She contacted me and asked for a private healing session. On the day of the session, I prepared myself through prayer and deep meditation. I entered a trance state, feeling myself slowly drifting away.
What happened next still fascinates me to this day.
I entered a dreamlike state and found myself in a medieval house. I observed a large man sitting at a table while a younger woman fussed over some food in the kitchen. The atmosphere was extremely tense and heavy. I did not like being there. I had a terrible feeling about the place, but I knew I had to see it through.
My communicator commented:
“This is her. She was in an abusive relationship.”
I saw bruises on her face and around her eye. Her hands were shaking, and she was visibly nervous. I could hear a child crying in another room. The brute of a man remained at the table, muttering under his breath and raising his voice at her.
In her attempt to speed things up, she dropped something and broke it. That set him off even more. He got up and began screaming at her. I watched as she backed away from the towering monster of a man. He struck her and punched her hard in the stomach.
“She was pregnant…”
The child’s screams grew louder, and the scuffle intensified. I heard her pleading, “No! No!” as she begged the monster to stop, but he continued to hit her.
She reached for a knife, but before she could do anything, he wrested it from her hand and stabbed her with it. She collapsed to the floor, where she lay dying in a pool of blood.
“She was brutally murdered. She lived in fear and died in fear, and she took that fear with her.”
I slowly emerged from my trance state and described what I had seen. The patient began to cry. She then asked me what the woman looked like, and I told her that she was a brunette, describing her appearance in detail.
She shook her head in acknowledgement and said that she had glimpsed the woman in a dream. She further acknowledged that everything I had shared made perfect sense because she had felt it for a long time.
It was a deep and difficult session, but it also shed light on a dark past and brought meaning and truth to the surface.
The truth shall always set us free.
