The good ones help us reach home

I was on the phone with an editor friend of mine a few days ago. I was having a drink after a hard day’s work, I like to loosen up a bit and a light chat helps me forget my troubles.

We were talking about people who are into the healing business, by healing I don’t mean doctors. We were talking about healing from the inside spiritual healing Reiki, Aura, Yoga, and there are so many, I don’t even know what difference, what does one do different from the other.

She said, some people have traumatic experiences in their lives or a bad child hood or they are unhappy with their present lives and need spiritual healers in their lives.

I said, “I don’t need them, why should I? When I can call upon God for help?”

She didn’t really agree with what I said, but she didn’t want to argue. So we left it at that and never spoke of it again.

It’s been a few days after our little chat, when this morning when I woke up and opened my door to pick the morning news paper. My little cat ran out. I didn’t go after him; I knew that if he knew I was close by, he would run even further thinking he was safe as long as I was with him.

 I just kept the door open, so that he would come in after a while. I finished reading my news paper, took a bath and got ready for work. He still didn’t reach home.

I didn’t want to leave for work, while he was still out  there .So I went looking for him, I didn’t have to look far, he was at a corner of the building enclose into himself and was shivering and sacred . He didn’t move from the place and was probably waiting for me to get him back home.

I realized that sometimes like my little cat, we lose our way and even though God exist. We need someone to help us reach back to where we belong, where it’s safe and warm where we feel love and protected.

I can come to terms with why we have healers and spiritualist or other mediums now. They seem to make sense to me. The good ones help us reach home ….