It was late afternoon when I heard the knock at the door. My neighbor stood there—eyes wide, voice trembling. Her teenage daughter hadn’t come home from school, and her phone had been turned off. She was panicking. Her daughter and mine are in the same grade, so she hoped maybe we’d seen her.
I turned to my daughter. She shook her head. “She wasn’t at school today,” she said quietly.
That was all the confirmation her mother needed for full-blown worry to set in. I could feel it like a wave—raw, heavy, and urgent. Without a second thought, I told her, “Let me try something.”
You can call it Reiki, ESP, energy work—whatever name suits you. I don’t get caught up in labels. All I know is I work with universal energy. I receive it, channel it, and direct it with intention. That day, I wanted nothing more than to connect with the missing girl and send her light, strength—whatever she needed to be found safe.
As I focused in and began the energy work, something unusual happened.
My hands started to burn.
Not metaphorically—literally. An intense, searing heat surged through my palms. I had never felt anything like it. It was so strong, I had to run to the bathroom and plunge my hands under cold water. I knew, deep in my bones, that this wasn’t random. Something serious was happening. She was out there. She was in distress. And somehow, my body knew it.
Once the burning subsided a little, I returned and began channeling energy again. Immediately, the burning returned—just as fierce. I rinsed my hands again, this time leaving them wet as I continued the session. The water helped cool the heat, but I could still feel the intensity of the energy moving through me.
Then suddenly—like a switch flipping—the burning stopped.
The energy wasn’t flowing anymore. It wasn’t needed. I paused. I breathed. She’s okay now, I thought.
To confirm, I asked my daughter to check social media. Moments later, she turned to me with wide eyes.
“Her brother just found her,” she said. “He got a signal from her phone and picked her up near the roller skating place. She’s safe.”
Tears welled up in my eyes—not from sadness, but from overwhelming relief. The connection I had felt, the burning, the intensity—it had meant something. I had felt her fear and distress, and then I had felt the moment it passed.
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