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I’ve always known there was something different about me. It wasn’t just the way people looked at me, or the feeling I got when I was around others—it was deeper than that. I was born with a gift. It wasn’t a choice, and it wasn’t something I asked for. But it’s what I was given, and I’ve learned to carry it, even when it’s hard.

There are times when the weight of it feels unbearable, times when I wonder if the world would be better off without it. But then I remember why I have it. I’ve been called to do something. To help those who have fallen into the deepest darkness, to pull them from the very edge of Hell itself.

I’ve seen things most people couldn’t imagine—souls lost, trapped, forever drowning in their own suffering. And sometimes, that suffering is something they carried with them from their lives—a wound so deep, it warps everything they are. An injury to the soul, a deep fracture that no one could see. It’s not always a visible pain, but it’s there—hidden, deep inside, sometimes for years. That’s where my gift comes in: the ability to heal those broken parts.

I remember the first soul I saved from Hell. I didn’t know exactly what I was doing then, but I felt the call. It’s not like the world opened up in a grand, dramatic way—it was just a tug at my heart, a pull that led me through the veil between worlds. And when I reached the soul, it wasn’t some dark, twisted shadow. It was a person. A person who had been hurt—so deeply hurt—that their spirit was fragmented, torn into pieces.

Hell had taken everything from them. It wasn’t fire or brimstone that burned them; it was the emotional scars they’d carried from their life. There were layers of pain, old wounds from past betrayals, broken relationships, and regrets that had festered like untreated wounds. The weight of it all had taken its toll, leaving their soul barely holding on, trapped in a cycle of torment.

But I knew something they didn’t: healing isn’t about erasing the past. It’s about learning to live with it, integrating the pain into something new, something whole. I’ve learned that, over time.

I reached into the dark, felt my way through the tangled mess of their essence. My gift doesn’t just see the wounds—it feels them. Each scar, each broken part of their spirit—it's as if I can see and touch the very fiber of their soul. And with that, I knew exactly where to begin.

Healing isn’t like fixing a broken limb. It’s not as simple as wrapping something up and letting it heal in time. Souls are complex—what breaks them is often buried deep, invisible to everyone, even to themselves. The healing I offer isn’t a quick fix. It’s a process, a journey of restoring balance. I begin by calming the chaos within them, easing the unrest that keeps their spirit in turmoil.

I took their soul in my hands, gently, and let my energy flow into them. It’s not a surge of power—it’s more like a subtle warmth, a quiet understanding. As I connected with them, I could feel the source of their pain. It wasn’t just one thing. It was years of small cuts, small betrayals, small losses. It all added up, and over time, those fractures had piled on top of each other, until they became the whole of their existence.

But I didn’t try to erase those parts. Instead, I wove the light into the cracks. I let the warmth of my energy touch each broken piece, comforting it, slowly stitching the parts back together, one thread at a time. There’s a rhythm to it, a pulse. It’s not quick, but it’s steady, and it works from the inside out. As I worked, I felt the soul begin to relax, the tension easing from their essence.

The beauty of this gift is that I don’t just pull them out of Hell. I help them remember who they are, what they’re made of. I help them reconnect with the part of themselves that was lost in the darkness. And that’s what healing is—rediscovery. The healing light doesn’t just fix the brokenness; it reminds the soul of its strength, of its core. The healing isn't about erasing the past, but transforming it into something that can be carried forward.

As I worked through their wounds, the light grew stronger. The cracks in their soul didn’t disappear, but they became part of the whole—no longer scars to hide, but elements of their story. The more I healed, the more I felt their essence becoming whole again, the more I could sense their true self beneath the layers of pain.

It was slow. I don’t think you can ever truly rush something as delicate as healing. But when it was done, I felt their soul shift. It wasn’t just that they were free from Hell—it was that they were free from the self-doubt, the unresolved grief, the constant pain that had shadowed them. They weren’t perfect, and they didn’t need to be. But they were whole. They had been brought back to themselves, and that, to me, is the truest form of healing.

Healing souls isn’t about fixing them like machines. It’s about guiding them back to themselves—showing them their own light, even after they’ve been lost in the darkness for so long. And for me, there’s nothing more powerful than that. To see someone stand again, not broken, but whole, is a reminder of why I do this, even when the burden feels too much to carry.

This gift—it isn’t easy, and it isn’t always pretty. But I’ve learned that healing doesn’t need to be perfect. It just needs to be real. And when I can help someone find that truth, when I see them begin to shine again, I know I’ve done what I was born to do.

~Lisa Brown