The Healing Diaries–The Lady at The Safeway

In the past year I’ve noticed a definite rise in the multidimensional aspects of my life and the lives of my inner circle of four Supernal Friends. My main gift is energy healing and knowledge as a medical medium. My ability to tune into more specific information that is often verified seems to be accelerating. My friends’ gifts of healing, clairaudience, animal communication, and spirit communication, among others, have also become more acute. My healing work usually involves word-of-mouth recommendations. Often I work on intuition inspired “assignments” from Spirit, especially in terms of sending energy to Gaia and earth-related situations. Helen Bozman, the Reiki therapist featured prominently in my book, Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation & Me, has re-opened a healing office in Moore, Oklahoma.
The four of us Skype from three time zones semi-regularly sharing our experiences. This year has seen a rise in the “did that just happen?” moments. I don’t feel free to share their tales, but I thought it might be helpful to share some of my own experiences. I’m sure we aren’t the only ones experiencing vivid dreams, visions, time bending, spontaneous channeling, remarkable healing and more.
I’m starting a series I’m calling From the Healing Diaries, which are the journals I keep as events unfold. I present them to encourage others to explore their multi-dimensional senses and know there are many of us having extraordinary experiences.

The Lady At the Safeway

Last Monday afternoon I had a strong urge to go shopping at our local center in Hawai Kai on Oahu in the early evening. Most unusual for me to drive out at night for a leisurely stroll through Longs and Safeway, but the idea came to me so strongly, I decided to go with it. So, about 7 pm, under a beautiful tropical sky, I fired up my humble Corolla and headed down the ridge to shop. As I got out of my car, I thought about the fact that I never see homeless people at that center. The homeless have become ubiquitous in Honolulu. They make me sad and I often carry a few bills in my pockets if I know am likely to have an encounter. But, it’s not as likely in the Hawaii Kai suburb. So, I was puzzled to see a woman sitting on a flowerbed just outside the Safeway. She had leaned back onto the grass and lay coughing. She wore a blue flowered sundress. She clutched an empty yellow Longs shopping bag in her hands.
I glanced down at her briefly as I headed for the electronic door. Was she homeless? A glance at her trimmed hair made me doubt it. She just didn’t quite have that look. Though she was coughing, I didn’t think she needed immediate assistance. One thing about Hawaii, people will simply stretch out on an inviting patch of grass if the mood strikes them. So, I kept on walking, but all through my shopping trip, I wondered about her. Was she homeless? Did she need help? As I checked out, I palmed a $10 that I would give to her if she appeared to be hanging around for money. However, just as I was exiting the store, I passed her walking into the store. In fact, she was almost marching in. She had the yellow bag slung over one shoulder and her flip flops thwacked against the linoleum with determination. Now standing, I could see her hair had been styled. Not homeless. So what was her story? I’d never know.
Fast forward to predawn. I’m in my bed sound asleep, dreaming. But was I dreaming or out in the astral plain? I recall being in a nursing home. I was in a woman’s room giving her a healing treatment. She lay on a bed. White blankets and sheets covered her body. I worked through the bedding, giving her an energy treatment. My hands hovered over her leg and thigh. I had the impression of a blood clot and worked to open it up and clear it out. I also spoke to the woman about some unforgiveness issues with her relatives. We discussed those feelings and how they related to her ability to heal. I felt healing energy charging through my system, flowing through my palms.
The “dream” dissolved as I rose to consciousness. I lay in my own blankets and sheets awake, still buzzing with the awareness of healing energy. This was new. I can achieve the same state during meditation and healing sessions, but I’ve never awakened with the energy flowing like that before. Then, my mind went to the Woman at the Safeway. Suddenly, I knew her story. She was an alcoholic. She’d been on a booze run to the store. I felt her desperation for the drink, the self-loathing and grim despair. She hated that she didn’t have the will power to stop. At an etheric level she seemed bound by white bands, like an unraveling mummy. Those were the bonds of her addiction. In my mind’s eye, I sent energy to loosen the bonds even more and allow her to break free of the addiction. They didn’t fall to her feet, but I sent her healing energy and hoped to raise her frequency to aid her ability to get out of her current addiction zone. I sent her healing energy until the power diminished. The high buzz quieted and my body lowered to energetic levels necessary to function in normal life. I got up and started my day.
Will I see the woman again? Would I even recognize her? Probably not. I don’t have a clear image of her face. Did my early morning prayer work have any impact? As much as I am encouraged when I can verify outcomes or impressions from my healing sessions, I have to move forward in faith. When a strong impression comes through or an urge to stop everything and pray for a situation, I’ve learned to heed the call. Our conscious minds understand only a fraction of what we’re doing across multidimensional realities.
Ultimately, I wish the Woman at the Safeway well and I hope I played a part in helping her get to a better place.
Bright Blessings,
Dana

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