Why You Shouldn’t Meddle In Someone Else’s Karmic Lessons

Originally posted on Nov 3, 2019 on medium.com/@shamandao

All stories are based on actual events. All spiritual and physical names, genders and locations have been changed to protect the identity of each one of my clients.

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She’s been suffering so long, a woman I knew for many years and deeply loved with all my heart. Karen was a woman with a past filled with traumatic moments in her life, which she never confronted or was able to emotionally process. She kept it all inside and it was eating her up.

I sat with her one day and looked into her glazed over eyes. I sensed that she wasn’t herself, that something else was inside of her.

The eyes can tell so much of a person.

I wanted to place my hands on her, I wanted to touch her to release what was attached to her, but it wasn’t up to me. Karen had her own karmic lessons to learn in this life and she was the one who needed to learn them.

I’ve already learned by experience what happens when I decide to meddle in someone else’s karma, it returns a hundred fold to me. The darkness, the heaviness, their karmic lessons boomerang back to me a hundred times worse. I am now the target because I decided to play God. I am not God, but a spark of God. I am also a person who has honed her extra sensory abilities to help those in need, without meddling in their own karmic debt they need to pay back.

Karen and I relationship was different than others and seeing her in so much pain made me react instead of respond. I decided to go ahead and place my hands on her. I made an emotional, irrational decision based upon the feelings inside of me, instead of listening to my gut.

There would be repercussions.

“Can I place my hands on your head?” I asked Karen as she wept.

“Yes, please, I don’t want to live like this anymore,” she responded.

She sat on the edge of the bed, as I kneeled behind her. I placed my hands on her head and whispered to the heavens I was ready to be the conduit for Mother Mary’s healing light to channel through me.

I felt my soul leave my body as the Light came in from the top of my head and out of my hands. I started to speak in Spanish, her language. It felt like electricity funneling through me, a feeling I am quite used to now.

Karen started to wail, her tears no match for the years of trauma she’s endured; from rape to beatings to never knowing who she was or if she was ever loved, or if she could be loved. Self-love a concept she’s never heard of.

As the healing Light funneled through me, family members of Karen sat outside the room and cried along with her, her cries echoing for miles on end as the attachments and darkness released from her.

I stopped speaking Spanish when the electricity in my body began to subside and then released from me. My soul returned back into my physical body. Still kneeled behind Karen, I bent down to hug her from behind. I hugged her as tight as I could as we rocked back and forth and cried.

I walked behind Karen as she emerged from the room back into the living room with her family. She sat down and smiled, as her family members made comments like, “Wow, you look younger!” and “Mom, are you back?”

I sat down in the back and looked at Karen’s crystal clear eyes as she smiled. They weren’t glazed over or cloudy any longer, she was back, all of her.

Karen and her family thanked me for my services and hugged me one by one before I left. The moment I got in my car, I let out a huge breath and then the tears started to flow.

I knew the repercussions of what I just did was going to be harsh. I closed my eyes and asked what the damage would be as my forehead laid on the steering wheel.

The releasement of Karen’s darkness would await me and my future family to attach. This darkness did not go to the Light because I was never supposed to interfere, it was up to Karen to awaken to her own powers to release them herself. I cannot play God, but at this moment, I chose to and I knew my fate.

I asked for forgiveness, I asked to be forgiven, even though I knew what I did.

“We will reconvene tomorrow,” was what I heard back.

I drove myself home and curled into my bed in fetus position. I asked my spirit guides and angels and the heavens above to coddle me in the Light and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I sat down in meditation to await the answer.

“It’s been dissolved, the darkness does not await you,” I heard, then they were gone.

They, being my own spiritual Counsel, non-human entities from a higher dimension who have guided and are guiding me along my spiritual path and ascension.

We all come into this world with lessons we need to learn, karmic debt that needs to be paid back. It’s up to each one of us to learn it, no one else can make you want to learn it or try to learn it. It’s when each one of us starts to remember why we were put on this Earth for, it’s when each one of us starts to remember who we truly are. Each one of us has the ability to not only love ourselves, but each other.

We are love in the physical body, all each one of us has to do is to remember that’s who we’ve always been.

Blessed be.