My first experience with energy work came about 5 years ago. At the time, a good friend had begun her journey to spiritual awareness and she explained that her Energy Healer would clear my blockages and I would feel happier, lighter, less negative and overwhelmed. In listening to her I became intrigued by all the feelings she was having, all the wisdom she was gaining and all these cool people she was meeting. So, when she asked if I wanted to see her Energy Healer, Judy, I jumped at the chance. But, as usual I didn’t ask many questions, which seems to be my style and allows me to be open in my own way to the process and fully see what happens next.
In my imaginings of what I was to encounter I pictured Judy in a long caftan with a white head scarf, dread locks, playing soft melodic tones in the background and her office smelling slightly of patchouli oil. I thought her space would be dark and musty, that I would be sitting cross legged on the floor and somehow, she would be chanting oohhmmm over and over.
I could not have been more wrong.
Judy’s “office” is in fact a light, airy space with lots of windows, painted a soothing baby blue with minimalist furniture, crystals lined along the windowsills, two chairs, some yoga blankets and what looked like a massage table, for the purpose of what I was to shortly find out. Judy is a perfectly normal looking woman, dressed in everyday normal clothes. A sweet-faced woman she looks younger than she probably is with a lilting sing songy voice that immediately makes you feel welcome. She greets me with the biggest hug, as if she has known me for lifetimes. And in an eerie, incomprehensible way, she does.
I enter the room after taking off my shoes and Judy asks me to sit. I say okay and take my seat. I am incredibly uncomfortable. I don’t know where to look. I don’t know where to put my hands. Do I cross my legs? Is my phone off? Where is my water? My mouth is getting really dry and I can feel myself starting to sweat. I hope I put on enough deodorant. What am I doing? Why am I here?
And then Judy started to talk. Ahh, the sound of her voice is like cotton balls, soft and warm covering me with a sense of security and I think, whatever happens in this process it will be alright. I sink into her Adirondack chair and let her guide me through the process. First, she explains that upon hearing my name she meditated and connected with my energy in order to get a read on what was going on with me. I listened carefully trying not to let my cynical, skeptical brain take over. She explains about energy cords and our irrefutable connection to every person that we contact. She explained that we can hold on to the energies from other people and when these energies are too overwhelming or negative they can become a part of us and ultimately need to be released. And by releasing this negative energy we become closer to our higher selves and our spiritual guides. What. Is. She. Talking. About? This is a bunch of hoohaa, malarky, silly voodoo. How can we all be interconnected? And how by thinking about my name never having met me before can she know me, I mean really know me. But I will trust the situation. I will trust that my friend has not wasted my time. I will trust in the power of Judy.
She explains a bunch of other things about past lives, higher selves, master programs. Nothing that made any sense. And then she asked me lay down on the table. A table, she explained, that was similar to a massage table but that she would only be lightly touching me to release my negative energies. Okay, really? What is she made of, magic? How on earth could her “light touches” release all my negative energies? I think to myself this is going to be hard. And weird. And disturbing. But I will continue to trust in the power that is Judy.
She begins her work. I hear her taking a deep deep breath, the kind of breath you would imagine a seasoned yogi to take, a breath so deep you can almost hear her lungs expand. She smells faintly of mint tea. A sweet pungent smell. But wait, I am supposed to be concentrating on relaxing, not on what Judy just drank. I take my own deep breath, not as deep as Judy’s as I don’t think I could ever achieve that level of depth. And. I. Try. To. Relax. This is hard. My mind is spinning. Where are my kids? Are they having a good day? What clients am I seeing tonight? What will I make for dinner? Did I pick up the dogs’ medicine? The strain of thoughts keeps coming as I try to stop the flood tide and concentrate on what I am doing. What am I doing exactly?
And. Then. It. Happens. Judy is at my head. And all I feel is a searing pain in my forehead, directly over my right eye, a little off center. A. Searing. Pain. Almost blinding, except that my eyes are closed. Do I open my eyes, I think? Is she balancing a tire iron on my head? Do I tell her to stop? What am I supposed to do?
And then it stops. Just as quickly as it started, it was now over. I open my eyes. Judy tells me to breathe deeply, to continue to relax and to rise from the table when I am ready. I was ready immediately. I was also a little scared. What WAS that?
Judy asked me how I felt and I explained about the searing pain and asked if she had balanced a vile on my head. And she explained in her calm and loving way that she released my energies at that moment in time and felt all my negativity built up in my head. She also explained a whole bunch of other stuff. None of which I can remember now.
And I felt released. I felt lighter and freer and better able to see. I also felt drained and confused and curious. How had she done that? And where would I go from here?
It was just the first step on my journey to better well-being and an expansion of my internal and external knowledge of the world around me. It was neither hard, nor weird (well maybe a little weird) or disturbing (well the jury is still out on that one) but I did it and it was fascinating. If I wasn’t a Judy believer then, I am surely a Judy believer now. And I want more.
Stacie Goldstein, LCSW, is a social worker, psychotherapist, wife and mom of two teenage children. She has been in private practice in Northern NJ for the past 15 years working primarily with teens and adults around issues including anxiety and depression, life transitions, and parenting concerns. Stacie has worked in a variety of settings including schools, hospitals, mental health agencies and group practice. She has also taught Social Work at the Masters level for the University of Southern California as an Adjunct Professor. Stacie’s professional point of view incorporates a variety of techniques and styles including meditation and mindfulness to help her clients carve a path to living less stressful and more content lives.