Many years ago, I was thrown by a horse. I suffered 2 broken ribs which healed, but I was left with a very painful shoulder. My GP told me that I would have to put up with it. A friend suggested that I visit a Spiritualist church for healing. My Friend was not a spiritualist herself, but had received healing in the past which worked for her. I like to keep an open mind so I attended a service the following Sunday for the healing which came at the end of the service. I did not tell anyone what was wrong.
The Spiritualist, a lovely Lady put her hands on my shoulder as she knew where the problem was. She prayed and then basically swept her hands gently across my shoulder as if sweeping something away. I will not lie. I really was not convinced by what she did, but hey ho, I had lost nothing.
Within a couple of days, the pain had lessened. Before the end of the week, all that was left was a niggle. I was absolutely stunned. I returned the following week. This time I saw a Male Spiritualist. He held his hands over my shoulder for a few minutes. When he had finished, the first thing that he said to me was "Are you a healer"? I was really puzzled by what he said and asked why?
He told me that he was getting as much healing back, as he was sending. I was even more puzzled by now and laughed.
To cut a long story short.
The shoulder pain had gone completely before the end of the following week. You could argue that it was a placebo effect, I am not so sure.
I laughed at being a healer and forgot about it.
Years later, I went into nursing and finally found my niche in life. This post has reminded me about being asked if I were a healer. Maybe, just maybe, this is what I was meant to do but in a different way ? I have no idea but his words now come back to me.
Lastly. Whilst attending the Spiritualist Church service prior to the healing, I received messages. This was not what I expected as I was there purely for the healing, but this one sticks out in my mind. A Spiritualist, an elderly gentleman approached me and said "I want to give you a pencil, you are an artist".
No, I am not an artist, but Art is the thing that I really excelled at throughout my school life, and my dream was to go to Art college when I left school. Sadly, the one person who also understood my dreams, and supported them, died when I was just 14 yrs old, my Darling Dad, so it never happened.
Just keep an open mind is all I would say to anyone sceptical.
You never know.