Part Three in a Series
by Dana Taylor—Part Two in a Series
I’ve been asked how I send distance healing to others. Below is a teaching meditation to help people learn how to tap into the quantum fields and send healing energy. In my experience, it is an act of co-creation with Spirit. Those of us who devote time and energy to distance healing all develop our own ways of connecting and transmitting. Often a healing session will take on a life of its own, sending images, information, and instruction. They can be quite the Supernal Adventure! I hope you find this helpful.
Bright Blessings– Dana
by Dana Taylor –Part One In A Series
Like the rest of the world, my life has been dramatically affected by the pandemic. In March my activities in Honolulu came to a sudden halt. By June I’d left the life I’d established to be with my elder daughter and grandchildren on the mainland. Then, the younger daughter announced another child on the way and I moved to California to help where I’m most needed.
In the midst of all the personal change, one thing has remained constant–I pray for people and send them healing energy. My circle of spiritual sisters pray for each other’s families and other people placed in our paths. A Zoom prayer group emerged from my Hawaii Unity church connection. We faithfully meet every Wednesday afternoon from our various states and time zones to join in the quantum field and send healing energy.
Each morning, I sit in my bedroom prayer chair, turn on high hertz frequency music and begin a meditation to gain access to the multidimensional planes. With my list of names before me, I concentrate on a particular person. Usually a picture appears in my mind’s eye. I see some version of the person. Sometimes the picture mirrors what might be happening in present time. However, the image may be unexpected. Recently I received a much younger picture of a friend of mine, as if that is her true self. Often the image may be an area inside the body. Vital organs, blood vessels, minute substances, muscles, bones–imbalances and problems are revealed. A whole mini-movie might play out of what the body needs to repair and return to wellness. Riding the ribbons of healing energy is a trip on an information highway.
Lately, I’ve begun recording voice memos of the impressions I’m receiving. The stream of consciousness information is illusive and sometimes slips away when I try to write down thoughts after the prayer session. Often I send off the recording in a text message and the recipient can use their discernment as to validity of the information.
Illness is layered. Covid and cancer are prime examples of diseases that present themselves in vastly different symptoms in people. Why do some people get so much sicker than others? The media focuses on “underlying conditions” with Covid-19, such as age, obesity, diabetes, autoimmune disorders and more. Yes, those factors certainly put some people at greater risk. But, for an energy healer the layer beneath the “underlying condition” sometimes emerges. Interestingly, some of the severe Covid patients I’ve been asked to pray for have seemed tired of life. The sameness, the responsibilities, the burdens and disappointments have played a part in their susceptibility to the disease. So before sending prayers centered on the physical, Spirit focuses on soul healing. I believe for many their experience with Covid-19 will have an It’s A Wonderful Life effect. Just as Jimmy Stewart has an awakening to what his life meant to others in the movie, Covid-19 will give survivors a new outlook. Life is precious. Priorities will be examined, relationships will be nurtured or changed. Epiphanies and hard truths will be revealed. Hopefully, a new appreciation for life will blossom from the hubris of illness.
Many sessions do focus on sending physical healing energy to someone who really needs the infusion. One of my favorite people to pray for has been Andy, the brother of a friend of mine, Cynthia. I’ve never met Andy, but when Cynthia posted a plea on Facebook to pray for Andy, who was in severe blood level oxygen trouble, I felt called to send him energy. Some people are easier to connect with than others. For some reason I connected well with Andy. The healing zone is a timeless, non-local field. I know I’m reaching it when jolting energy and heat fill my body. Images and impressions flicker across my mind. I serve as a conduit for healing energy. Andy seemed like a boisterous, generally upbeat man. But now he was struggling for breath. The session took on a life of its own as the energy rose in intensity. Dazzling golden light and divine electricity flowed to Andy. Updates from Andy’s wife revealed dramatic improvement for him. Rather than succumbing to the virus, his body was able to fight it off. It’s probably a slower process than he would like, but Andy is getting better.
I’m more aware than ever of the unity of the great cosmic web we have together on this earthly realm. Prayerful intention has a radiating effect at the micro and macro levels. In this age of media cacophony and endless entertainment distraction, carving out quiet time to connect to Spirit is more important than ever. We all have access to the quantum field to connect to divine forces and project power and strength where it is needed. It’s a discipline and a skill, a path to true empowerment and peace. It’s past time for many to return to love.
Of course, this is an era when many are passing out of the earth plane. It’s not just humans, but also entire species, and precious pets. Another part of this series will deal with sending energy to the departed and their loved ones.
But, for now, I encourage you to get in touch with your inner healer and send positive energy to the people you know, ones you do not, and the entire world.
My work as a Reiki therapist often involves chronically ill clients who have “tried everything” in their search for wellness. There are certain recurring themes I see in these people. Often I must choose my words carefully in expressing my impressions to them. I know that their world view and my world view are very different.
HOUSE CALL is a parable to teach and reveal certain principles of healing in story form. The tale centers around a young mother, Angela Mattea, who struggles with chronic disease. Her greatest desire is to see her ten-year-old son, David, grow to manhood. Her downward spiral seems inevitable until a day when a very special therapist is sent from “the agency.”
HOUSE CALL: A STORY OF HOPE FOR THE CHRONICALLY ILL is now up at on my YouTube channel. It runs about 45 minutes. I invite you to listen and feel free to share it with someone who may need to hear it.
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.
by Dana Taylor
“Miracle”–an effect or extraordinary event in the physical world that surpasses all known human or natural powers and is ascribed to a supernatural cause; such an effect or event manifesting or considered as a work of God.
“For those who believe, no explanation is necessary. For those who do not believe, no explanation is possible.” from The Song of Bernadette by Franz Werfel
Since 2005 I’ve been puzzling the mystery of miraculous healings, when one of my closest friends, Paula, overcame an “incurable” disease, Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD), via two Reiki treatments. It took us many months to accept her healing had truly taken place. Eventually the word “miracle” was bandied about. (Read either of my Supernal Series books to get the full story.) Was it truly a miracle? Something beyond human ability to replicate? What if we had stumbled upon a valid, alternative approach to health and wellness? What if we were simply ignorant of the principles behind what we deemed a “miracle”? Perhaps we were like 17th century humans who have considered electricity, air travel, and antibiotics “miracles.” I’ve been studying “miracles” ever since.
So, of course, I couldn’t resist a book entitled Miracles from Heaven: A Little Girl, Her Journey to Heaven, and Her Amazing Story of Healing in the bargain books on a recent visit to Barnes and Noble. Written by Texas resident, Christy Wilson Beam, Miracles from Heaven, relates the difficult and inspiring story of Christy Beam’s daughter, Annabel. As the subtitle reveals, Annabel had been a chronically ill little girl for most of her life when she took a head first thirty-foot fall into the center of a hollowed-out cottonwood tree. While her parents, sisters, neighbors and emergency crews worked on rescuing her, she was transported to another dimension and sat on the lap of Jesus.
Christy Beam and her editors do a deft job of weaving the day of the fall and trauma with the back story of Anna’s debilitating illness. Christy and Kevin Beam live in the “silver buckle of the Bible Belt” in Burleson, Texas. Kevin is a veterinarian, Christy a stay-at-home mom with three daughters, Abbie, Annabel, and Adelynn. They were the perfect Baptist poster family until Annabel was struck with a disorder that prevented her from digesting food. Their journey through emergencies, surgeries, specialists, and vigilant monitoring is revealed, but not belabored. The resilience of little Annabel is inspiring, as is the unity of the Christian family that strives for joy and gratitude in all circumstances.
I don’t think it’s a spoiler to tell you Annabel not only survived the fall, but that she emerged completely healed of her illness. The book is written well enough with engaging personalities that knowing the happy ending is coming doesn’t take away from the reading experience.
This healing is reminiscent of Anita Moorjani’s book, Dying to Be Me. (See The Gift of Cancer.) Both books relate near-death experiences followed by complete healings of chronic conditions. These things happen. They fall far outside modern medical models. Double blind studies are impossible. They can’t be replicated by drugs, surgeries, or protocols.
Yet, there are lessons to be learned. Simply being opened to the possibility of improvement may be a first step. The Beam family maintained a deep, abiding Christian faith that got them through the toughest of times. After seven years of dealing with RSD, my friend, Paula, had been told by her doctors that her options were finished. She should go home, get her affairs in order, and prepare to deteriorate and die. When I suggested a visit to Oklahoma and a few Reiki treatments, she could have rejected the idea in resignation and despair. Instead, she reached out to a branch of hope. She didn’t expect a healing, but perhaps some relief from pain. Instead, she received the “miracle.”
One thing receivers of miracles seem to have in common–they reach out to others with compassion and generosity of spirit. Annabel is noted for her kindness and hopes to work with chronically ill children. Anita Moorjani travels the world speaking on spirituality and self-acceptance. Paula is always helping others less fortunate than herself.
Miracles have a ripple effect. At this point, I can only say, be open to “miracles” and when they happen, don’t ignore them. Miracles are a second chance at getting life right. Live with joy, gratitude and compassionate action. Maybe we can all become miracle workers.
Don’t miss the Supernal Series Books!