I’ve been participating in a few FB discussions about the use of the word “healer,” and I must say, I could just barf when someone introduces themselves to me as a healer. That being said, I am acquainted with some folks that I do think of as healers, but they don’t call themselves that. When someone tells me they’re a healer, depending on what kind of smart-alecky mood I’m in, I either ignore it, or I might say “So was Jesus, and he didn’t make any announcements about it, he just did the work.”
If you think of yourself as some big healer, it’s almost a certainty that you’re not one. When people get caught up in their own hype, it starts to be all about them, and it ceases to have anything to do with the client. While the “healer” is focusing on their magical abilities, the client is lying there on the table, to borrow a few words from Nina McIntosh, wondering why the room feels stuffy, why they didn’t get a bolster for their knees, and why you can’t remember their name.
I’ve never healed anyone. I might facilitate healing for someone by calling into their consciousness that they need to drink more water, stretch, change a postural habit, get more massage or whatever. I can’t imagine being so full of myself that I would tell anyone I’m a healer.
If we chance to meet, do me a favor and don’t tell me you’re a healer. It will cause me to choke and you might have to heal me right there on the spot.