Look In To The Light!

With all things in life, and especially when it comes to your health, it is important to trust your instincts.

How do you know when it is your instincts ( your higher self ) or when it is your ego? It’s simple. When you make a decision out of fear, or feel compelled to do something out of fear, that is your ego, stamping its feet, demanding your attention.

There are exceptions. When you are in danger or when an action is time sensitive, your soul or even your guardian angels might be short, curt, demanding, and to the point. They might speak louder, or they might present your clues directly and obviously so that there is no misunderstanding on the action you need to take.

When you are attracted to someone or you feel an urging to do something, that is your soul whispering in your ear, usually softly, gently, and lovingly.

Such was the case when I met Anita Kalnay. Anita has this wonderful energy about her that I was immediately drawn to. She has this inner glow, a “lightness” to her. I could sense, if not actually physically see, her energetic aura.

Anita Kalnay

I knew right away that Anita would have an impact on my life. I just did not know how at the time.

When I received my cancer diagnosis, even though I had not seen Anita for several months, she was one of the first people I thought of. I remembered that Anita did some form of energetic healing and massage. I felt that she could help me.

But, my ego stepped in saying that that was a silly idea; that Anita could not help me. I almost let the opportunity for healing slip away. But, thankfully, my soul is most persistent!

After my surgery, I received a newsletter from Anita. Coincidence? I personally don’t believe in coincidences. Anita had written a wonderful article about Earth jumping from the third dimension to the fifth dimension. In the article, she commented on how some people were struggling with the transition, having one foot in the third dimension and one foot in the fifth dimension. Anita felt that this struggle was manifesting as disease for many people.

Her words spoke to me, and many of them appeared to literally jump off the page with a vibrant light. It was a very clear message of direction which I heeded; this time. I picked up the telephone and called Anita to make an appointment.

I did not have any expectations when I arrived for my appointment with Anita. I had never received treatment from Anita before. She has a wonderful studio on her property. We sat and chatted for a while. I brought Anita up to date on my health, my surgery, and the changes in my home life.

Once she felt she had heard enough, Anita asked me to get undressed and lay face down on the table. I froze. No one had seen me naked since my surgery! I was very self-conscious. Anita sensed the change in me and asked me what was the matter. I told her honestly about how I was having difficulty letting someone see my body post surgery. Anita said that we could do the treatment clothed. However, if I would be willing to trust her, the treatment would be far more effective if I undressed. I looked at Anita, considering the efforts my soul had gone through to get me to her. How could I not trust her?

I got undressed. It took some time for Anita to help me get comfortable on the table as I was still healing. Actually, it is one year later and my breast is still healing. Once Anita had me as comfortable as was possible, she turned to her workbench. For those of you that do not know Anita, as well as being a healer, she is a very talented aroma therapist and perfumist.

Anita told me that she was utilizing her intuitive abilities to create a custom massage oil for me using her essential oils. How cool is that! She puttered away at her bench, talking the whole time. I started to relax. Suddenly, Anita shoved a bottle up to my nose. “What do you think of this?” she asked.

Startled, I cautiously took a sniff. The scent was surprisingly pleasant. There was a familiarity to it that I could not quite place, its identification swimming just out of reach.

“It smells nice,” I said, “there is something about it that is very familiar and I can’t quite place what it is.”

Anita giggled. She thought my answer was hilarious.

As Anita began to use the custom massage oil on me, she told me that the studio was filling with healers, guides, angels, my ancestors, and my sister Hanne. They were all quite eager to assist in my healing. I could sense that what she said was true, and I found myself relaxing even more, trusting in the moment.

I wish that I had recorded the session with Anita. She spoke to me the entire time. I don’t remember most of what she said to me. I only remember that it was valuable information. I suppose that I just have to trust that the information has been stored in my head and my heart. As the massage progressed, I could feel multiple pairs of hands working on my body. How is that possible when only Anita and I were in the studio?

At one point, my sinuses completely clogged up. I could hardly breathe. Just as my nose began to drip, Anita shoved a wad of Kleenex at my nose. “I think you might need this,” she said.

How did she know? Regardless of the how, I was grateful because copious amounts of mucous began to come out of my nose.

Out of the blue, Anita asked me if I would like to see my sister Hanne. As you know, my sister Hanne had passed away suddenly the year before.

“I would love to see Hanne,” I said.

While continuing with her nonstop head to toe massage, Anita said, “Do you have visions of Hanne? Do you see her in your dreams?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“I want you to close your eyes and to get a really good picture of Hanne in your mind,” Anita instructed.

Ever since Hanne had passed away, I only see her as a young girl, maybe eight or nine years old. I always see her in a mountain setting, walking or playing, laughing as she runs through the mountain meadow full of wild flowers. Which, by the way, I find very strange, as Hanne was very fond of the ocean and I would have expected to see her at the beach.

Perhaps it is Hanne’s way of letting me know, that when I see her in this unexpected setting, it is a real connection and not my imagination or wishful thinking.

Anita interrupted my thoughts. “Can you see your sister?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay. Now, I want you to see Hanne as she really is.”

No sooner were Anita’s words spoken then Hanne, smiling at me with so much love, exploded into a kaleidoscope of colour. All of the colours of the ocean that she loved so much! Greens, blues, teals, aquas, and whites.

I laughed! “No wonder you loved bright colours when you were alive!”

The best word I can find to describe what I saw is a kaleidoscope; constantly changing, living, breathing, pulsing, and vibrating. Hanne is so beautiful! She is breathtaking to see. And the love that enveloped me brought me to tears. I am crying now as I write this. Not out of sadness, but out of the love and the gratitude I have for the privilege of experiencing such a precious gift. Even today, every time I share this story, I cry.

Thank you Anita for assisting me in my healing and for enabling me to see the true essence of my sister Hanne. It is a gift that I treasure and carry with me always.

By the way, since my treatment with Anita, I no longer see my sister Hanne as a child. I only see her as the beautiful pulsating sea of colour that I witnessed on the day of my treatment.

I cannot praise Anita enough for the treatment I received. She is a gifted healer and I highly recommend her to those that are seeking healing on any level. You can reach Anita to make an appointment at 250.650.1204 or through her website, Genie In A Bottle.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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About the author


I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2014. I invite you to join me on my cancer journey as I share my experiences and the messages I received along the way about life and living.

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