One of the first sermons I heard my Pastor preach was about the Holy Spirit. Specifically, he said something to the effect of, “How can we believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Ghost, and not believe in the Supernatural!” Now this may have been a passing comment by him. But it stuck with me. I thought, YES!!
I mentioned in a previous post that I studied tarot cards while living in Australia. What I didn’t mention was how after one very strange, supernatural night I went home to Derek and said. “I’m done. I don’t I want to open that door anymore.”
To be honest, the details are a little blurry, it was 9 years ago. I’ll do my best.
I was taking a course on how to study tarot cards.
It seemed like a fun way to pass time with a new friend. The course was at woman’s house. It was intimate, only about 6 other women. There were often laughs and we were quizzed on what each card meant. Once we knew the cards we were going to learn how to read them, and how they related to one another.
Tamborine Mountain, where we lived at the time, was inhabited by Aborigines for thousands of years. With its rainforests and exotic animal species, this mountain is covered in a deep red soil. We were told that it is a a sacred mountain and many Aboriginals would travel to the mountain to give birth there. The locals said that this was why the dirt was bright red.
The mountain was also known as an Energetic Vortex.
At this point in my life, I was a certified Reiki Healer, and was very in tune with energy. Energy from people, earth and animals.
My friend and I were at tarot card night and it was shared that one of the women there had seen a ghost of a friend. Her friend had tragically passed away from a brain aneurysm that week. She said, “On the night she passed, she came to me in my kitchen. I was washing dishes. I turned and looked at her. She told me that she was scared, scared for her family and wanted them to know that they were loved. Could I tell them that for her?” The woman went on to say that she spoke with her friend and helped her “go to the light”.
What? What does that even mean?
We all said a prayer after she shared, though I’m not sure who we were praying to at the time. Maybe I should say we set an intention?
Anyway, the leader practiced Reiki on her, to help her release the energy from the experience.
A few weeks later, a little girl went missing in Brisbane.
Her parents had lost her and the police couldn’t find her.
That night, while we gathered, another woman said she had a “vision” of the girl. She was afraid, and gasping for air.
The leader thought it would be a great idea to try to locate her after reading the cards. She thought it would be a good idea to comfort her and to “send her to the light”. Again with that phrase.
And so we all sat in a circle, palms up, hands on our legs, and tried to connect with the little girl through meditation.
After a short while of trying to quiet my mind. I saw her. I saw a little girl, I saw her face. She was almost in a silhouette, and there was blue light around her profile. Eventually, I could see an entire figure.
Blue light. I knew that was a good thing, the blue light is known for peace and tranquility. But the gasping vision the woman had from the night before, and the blue backlit little girl I saw, didn’t seem to match.
Solving that riddle didn’t matter at the moment, I did not feel at peace.
I opened my eyes quickly.
I just wanted to go home. I didn’t like that energy. I didn’t enjoy the experience.
The other women sat there with their eyes closed for a while longer. I regained composer, affirmed that no one saw me freak out, and took a deep breath.
I closed my eyes again.
She was still there. The girl. The girl was there.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
I opened my eyes, and sat. I tried not to blink, and waited for the others to do the same.
Once they succeeded in sending her “to the light”. The leader had us all do Reiki on one another to clear the energy we were all harboring. I remember thinking that I needed that. I felt awful.
I was afraid to close my eyes again, but when I did, she wasn’t there.
She was gone.
When I got home, I told Derek I was never going back. I was done. I remember having this thought of, “Heather, you start opening those doors, and you just don’t know what you are letting out or in. You just don’t know if you can close those doors again. It’s not something you can control.” I did not want that unknown in my life.
I must have sounded crazy to Derek, but he was supportive and agreed that if I didn’t feel comfortable, I shouldn’t go back.
The next morning, papers came out that a little girl in Brisbane had drowned in the river, and her body had been found. There was a picture. There she was. That same little girl I saw when I closed my eyes in that living room with those other women.
That was the last night I did Reiki.
That was the last night I touched my Tarot Cards in a seeking manner. I don’t want to know. I don’t need to know.
Most of the details are hazy, but her face is still so clear.
Galatians 5:22-23 says, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control,”.
What I felt did not feel gentle or light, it was a different kind of energy. One that I couldn’t say at the time if it was good or bad. Some might argue that it is helpful to have visions that can help others. But to me, what I felt, was dark and heavy and I wanted no part in it.
Now, instead of seeking, like I did with those cards, and in that experience. I trust. I trust that my Heavenly Father has my best interest at heart.
I can’t dismiss my supernatural experiences. They were real.
I can look back and say now that I firmly believe that thought I had, the one that told me to stop, that was God. He was warning me, protecting me. I’m not sure what he was protecting me from, but I’m okay with never knowing.