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Miracles do not just happen to you; you make them happen.

After my first Akashic healing session, I swear by this line. I still did not know much about Akashic records until I heard a senior of mine was taking sessions herself.

I thought to try it after a tumultuous ride last year and a slow pace at my work. My relationships had started to deteriorate with almost all my close ones—my tribe, as I call them.

The accumulation of insecurities and fear had turned me into a completely different person—to the point that I began to notice patterns about myself. Journaling and meditation felt no good to me anymore as my soul still lurked in hopelessness.

Then, the day finally arrived. September 2nd, 2021.

My healer greeted me warmly and asked me permission to open my records. Akashic records hold instances of your past, present, and future, and mostly aid in healing past trauma accumulated in your subconscious that is blocking your way to a fulfilled life.

So, there she was, uttering every bit of word which was true to my core. Then, the climax arrived. The biggest moment of truth for me: she said my father’s spirit was with me and that I could speak to him.

I did not know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both. I talked nonstop as if he was listening to me. And in that, I poured my entire heart out as if it was my last conversation with him.

I went back to instances of my childhood which required him to be beside me when he was not—the moments where we did not hug even if we had so much love for each other.

He told me he thought he raised me the best way possible. That concluded the entire conversation and it melted away the complexities of my childhood trauma which I must have carried for years.

I never felt so calm.

This was higher than any form of meditation for me and I truly got to know what healing is. Toward the end of the session, she even taught me self-help, healing techniques that could be used whenever I need to release negative energies.

Healing is lifelong. We learn to outgrow fears, jealousy, insecurities, and self-doubt. But this particular session taught me how life is ephemeral and brief—we don’t have much time to realize and show compassion, kindness, humility, and patience.

The most precious conversation I ever had with my father was only after he was gone. We often realize we could have been much kinder to other people only after we have been harsh with them. We often realize to love ourselves only after our world comes crashing down. The most powerful of emotions are often the most difficult to embody. Making this world a better place to live in starts with reforming the self.

Someday, after we do realize all of this, we can speak of a gratified life—a morning we wish to wake up to every day and a night to end with thankfulness. I could never thank my healer enough for taking me through this one magical hour where I got to know how long I was carrying the deepest scar and how easily I got it released.

Miracles do not just happen to you; you make them happen.