Green Energy & Validation
When I first began sensing trapped emotions in others, I freaked out. Searching frantically for answers, I went straight to a therapist, multiple energy workers, and a cranial sacral practitioner. Trust me (and my bank account) that the list goes on. I felt like I was losing my mind.
Just two years ago, I hadn’t even believed in intuitives at all. I had focused on more practical things like saving for retirement and paying down the mortgage early. I was perpetually skeptical about the authenticity of these intuitives, so I didn’t share what other intuitives had said about what I was experiencing. But, strangely enough, every expert I sought out would offer the same insight as the others had. They all said that I had a gift for healing.
I first discovered this healing ability when my mom was sick. While holding her hands, I sent three secret wishes in my mind. Completely random things: finding an assistant for the office so she could slow down, stop numbing, and get healthier.
Every wish came true.
My mom had no idea that I had sent her energy, let alone what type of energy. Three weeks later, they hired an assistant without putting any ads out, and the other items on my list were also answered. I wrote it off as ironic and weird. A total fluke.
A few months later, I found myself holding hands with someone else, a seventy-year old with long hair, warm energy, and big hugs. He is a man who is absolutely lovely in every possible sense and the world is just better with him in it. As I held his hands in mine, it was apparent that although his mind was still strong, his body was breaking down. His hands trembled. As the shaking continued, I sent the energy of healing and love as a mantra. Two simple words. Over and over again. The longer we continued, the more it felt like neither of us could release our hands. All I could think about was how much the world needs more men with this energy. So I pleaded with whoever would listen to send healing and love.
After we released each other’s hands, he opened his eyes and looked into mine. He said he had seen himself at his one-hundred-year birthday and it was a big celebration. Again, I didn’t tell him what I sent or that I was even sending energy. And yet again, I thought that was ironic and weird. A total fluke.
Propelled by doubt and deep insecurity, I felt like I needed to seek out spiritual experts to validate my experience. Did this really just happen? I wasn’t so sure. I walked into every expert’s office with a hefty dose of skepticism. Actually, I treated them with the same sense of skepticism that I approached my energy work with. They may have potentially lost their minds too, but I would pay them exorbitantly to bear witness to all the crazy.
Over time, I learned that I was totally wrong. I wasn’t crazy at all. I had a gift. Four independent intuitives had messages about my gift that were incredibly synchronous. I had a healing ability, I was indeed not going crazy, and it would be beautiful if I could come out of the fear-of-judgment shell that kept me restrained. If I could just get out of my own damn way. Before even thinking of starting a business, I practiced with close to fifty people. Through this experience, I realized that everyone has gifts of equal importance. The most beautiful messages I received have come from the most unexpected places. Truly everyone that I spend time with has gifts. It's just a matter of taking the time to see, hear, and recognize them.
So, a year into this process, I went to an intuitive for four hours. Four hours. It was Work, but as I sent her energy, she, like the others, told me that I had a green energy. That same night, I got home and a photographer sent me a picture of me sending energy to a loved one for my website. I was still in the “is this real?” phase.
As the insecure person that I sometimes am, I sent the picture straight to two well-regarded intuitives, “Yes, Katie,” they said, “that’s your energy and the photographer caught it.” Here lies Katie Baker, needs validation might just be on my gravestone. And who knows, it may be a page, a chapter, or it might just be a book, but life is too short to not share our gifts with the world. I sent energy to a man who was still not a US Citizen after twenty-five years of living in the states. Twenty-five years of contributing to his community and the economy, while his mom continues to work tirelessly as a restaurant dishwasher. He told me “You have a gift, and if you choose not to use it, it’s a selfish act.” I believe, body and soul, that this holds true for us all.
How are we seeking validation from others of what we intuitively know to be true? What are our gifts that we can share with the world? The magic truly lies in recognizing our gifts and sharing them with the world. Otherwise, it might just be a selfish act.
Song: Mercy by Duffy to help release the gifts. Mercy, please.
© Katie Baker 2024
