A Session in Miracles: The Power of Love
A healing session introducing miracles, synchronicity, and the beautiful return of hope. The moment I opened the space for this session, I knew something was different. Stronger. More intentional. My guides were crystal clear about where to connect and how to anchor the field, and I followed their lead without hesitation. That’s how the magic always begins.
It had been a few months since I’d seen my client, and the second she walked in, my whole body lit up. Her energy hit me like a wave — potent, heavy, and ready. I could feel that something meaningful was about to unfold.
She’d been walking through some incredibly tough experiences, and her body told the story without her having to say a word. The emotional weight. The physical tension. The quiet exhaustion. As soon as we sat down, I felt pulled directly to the sacral and the heart — the places where creativity, love, and hurt often intertwine.
The room grew thick with energy. Alive. Pulsing. Her system was doing everything it could to protect her, and it showed. In my mind’s eye, I saw it like the towering ice wall from Game of Thrones — rigid, cold, built to keep things out… but also trapping everything inside that wanted to move.
Together, we approached that wall with tenderness. We cracked it open, piece by piece, until the first fractures of light began to shimmer through. With each breath and each gentle release, the frozen places softened. Stagnant energy finally had permission to leave.
My guides drew me back to the sacral and the heart again, and that’s when the message came:
Have her say “I believe in miracles.”
Three times.
The shift was immediate. The first repetition created a tremor. The second loosened the grip. But the third… the third sent a wave through the room so powerful it took my breath away. Something old fell away. Something true opened. I watched her energy pivot — not subtly, but boldly — into a new pathway filled with possibility instead of fear.
When she left, she was glowing. Lighter. Softer. A bit stunned, in the best way. Hope had returned — and with it, the awareness that miracles really do happen, sometimes right in front of us. Later, as I reset the room, a lyric floated into my mind like a whispered blessing:
“I believe in love.”
And I found myself humming it, letting it fill the space with softness. Love has a way of sneaking in through the cracks — filling the quiet places, lifting us into a higher vibration without effort.
Not long after, my client returned with a synchronicity that mirrored everything she experienced on the table. We explored it together, shifting it from fear into understanding. From confusion into confirmation. I shared the lyric with her. She smiled. We both knew the truth of it.
As we enter the holiday season, I want to share that truth with you, too:
I believe in miracles.
I’ve seen them.
I hold space for them.
I watch them unfold every day.
Let yourself open to the possibility that your life can shift — gently, beautifully, and unexpectedly. Miracles don’t arrive on demand. They blossom when we soften enough to receive them.
So let yourself dream.
Let your heart thaw.
Let love in.
You never know what magic is waiting just on the other side of one cracked-open moment.
