Are You A Lightning Rod For Sacred Wounds?

I have come to think of all of the challenges life brings as opportunities for growth. We don’t always love our “opportunities,” nor do we always love our teachers. However, if we think of life as what I call a “spiritual gymnasium,” we know that our challenges are the resistance training program we bought a membership for when we came to life here on planet earth. When these challenges involve emotional hurts, betrayals, trauma, and abuse, I call them “sacred wounds.”  And if you feel like you are a lightning rod for these sacred wounds, I want to say congratulations! This means you are in the “high intensity” workout portion of the gym. You are on an accelerated track for growth.

I know I am a lightning rod for sure. I have owned it ever since being struck by lightning more than a year ago in the mountains of Colorado while on a four day vision quest. Being struck by lightning has a way of re-wiring your brain, heart, and perspective on life.

When the moon had nearly peaked in the sky on the third night of my time alone on the mountain with no food or water, I could hear drumming from the encampment below. Clouds had moved in and the temperature had finally dropped that evening. Thunder signaled a growing storm front. I could feel electricity around me in the still air. Suddenly I saw a lightning bolt nearby, surrounded by a clap of thunder. My skin erupted in goose bumps and the hair on my arms stood on end. Something was happening, but I wasn’t sure what. Time seemed to stand still as my eyes scanned the horizon and my hair began to dance on my head. I looked up just as a bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens toward me. I felt like I was thrown at high velocity g-force against a cement wall and all went dark.

My next view was from above. I saw my still body and smoldering camp site below. I looked at the tree that had been struck, realizing that if another strike occurred, the tree would fall and crush the body that laid beneath it. This didn’t seem to matter. I looked around, seeing the community and the fire below.

I knew that the longer I stayed out of my body the more likely I was to make it a permanent separation. I looked above me and saw the glittering firmament beckoning to me. I was pulled gradually higher and higher toward the welcoming brilliant light. As I moved farther away from my still body, the lights began to take on the form of a geometric design that I recognized as the Flower of Life. Each of the lines in this sacred geometrical grid was a bar of light. Each of the bars of light had a different frequency and brilliance. I was shown that each bar of light represented a different human. Those lines that were dim were people who did not want to be living. Those that shone brilliantly represented people who were striving to live their potential and sharing their unique gifts with the rest of the world.

I suddenly understood with stark clarity how important life really is. I felt the responsibility of achieving my purpose in life renew and my desire to re-inhabit my body take over. I began to make my way back to the body lying on the smoldering ground. Without any hesitation, I re-entered and re-started my heart, gritting my teeth through the pain and digging my fingers into the dirt beneath me to ground my energy and anchor myself. I felt my hair; it was standing on end and frizzy. I felt my legs and my arms; they were intact but hot. I knew I was going to be okay.

I also knew that part of my life purpose was teaching the empaths, the intuitives, the healers, the visionaries to their own healing. It was time to call all who have been been chronically or acutely ill, traumatized, hurt, abused, rejected, ridiculed, judged, ostracized, and betrayed to step forward and to know that all of it has been part of a larger plan for them. These are the “sacred wounds.” I knew it was time to teach these beautiful souls how to see God in all of it because our society is in need of sacred wisdom that can only come from those who have healed their sacred wounds. So if you are a lightning rod for sacred wounds, let’s make 2019 your time for integration, healing, and empowerment. You are a lightning rod for Grace. You are a lightning rod for Joy. You are a lightning rod for Beauty. You are a lightning rod for Goodness. Bless you and Happy Holy Days.

Much love,

Dr. Keesha