Shamanic Healing

A luminous healer pulses as conduit between seen and unseen worlds. She stands within an intricate magick circle, bare feet etching electric codes into the earth. Thunder devas circle expectant above, their wild presence acknowledged and respected. One hand reaches to channel a lightning bolt bestowed by her falcon spirit guide, while the other extends, emitting a healing ray.

In this dynamic dance of energies, catastrophic tension transmutes through her nervous system – grounded to sacred earth yet also igniting turbulent atmospheres with restorative relief. She breathes order into the heart of chaos, embodying the transformative power that arises through alchemical faith. No dark night endures eternally, though anguished minds may insist so when destabilised. Steady heart, liberation comes.

This witch wields great power, capable of hexing or healing, wisdom cultivated over incarnations navigating death realms and cyclical renewal. Her dark chrysalis stage lasts longer than most, yet she emerges transformed by underworld initiation, shedding illusion’s glittering skin to reveal authentic essence beneath glamour’s glimmer. The phoenix rises purified by flame’s purgation through loss, and isolation’s shadowed vale becomes the birthing ground for dormant beauty, awakening from secrecy into daring.

She comprehends that life’s moral complexities exceed linear righteous platitudes, often weaponised against shared frailties. Behind scalding judgments lie unhealed wounds and denied culpability, projecting inner demons onto convenient targets too vulnerable to retaliate or elucidate nuance beyond reaction’s dualistic ultimatums. Yet, balanced ones sidestep war’s fruitless polarisation to midwife understanding. Truth softens hearts once heard. Stand then with victims and perpetrators alike in their intrinsic innocence before history’s harsh verdicts weigh actions bereft of context or mercy’s grace notes. Condemn not lest ye be condemned. All earth’s broken forms reveal the divine underneath when lit with a loving gaze.

Intuition’s empathic discernment draws poison from festering wounds, restoring clairvoyance to fevered psyches. Those destabilised regain solid footing once compassion realigns perspective, too long skewed by emotional tumult and energies held captive from expression. When lightning cracks stagnant skies, fresh air rushes to revitalise landscapes suffocating under the deadweight inertia afraid of liberating force. The elements balance life’s tides. Breathe deep surrender’s cleansing current energising your being. The electric storm rages. Harness the lightning.