I was once paid a visit by a woman named Meera. A soft-spoken Indian housewife from Delhi, wrapped in the folds of her daily routine and buried under years of unspoken emotions. She came to me not with loud cries for help, but with eyes that had forgotten how to dream.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered in her first session, her voice trembling like a leaf. “I serve everyone—my kids, my in-laws, my husband—but I still feel… invisible.”
As an Akashic Reader and Energy Healer, I gently invited Meera into the sacred space of her soul records. What unfolded was a heart-wrenching story of lifetimes of self-sacrifice, silent suffering, and suppressed identity. Her soul had been conditioned for generations to believe that love was earned through servitude, and that self-worth was a luxury she didn’t deserve.
During our session, I saw how the energetic cords of obligation tied her to guilt, duty, and emotional abandonment. Meera’s energy field carried ancestral imprints—especially from the women in her lineage—who had also lived their lives in the shadows of others’ needs.
“You are not broken, Meera,” I told her as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You are simply carrying pain that was never yours to begin with.”
As the healing progressed, we released karmic loops of neglect and self-erasure. We called back her fragmented soul parts that had been lost in lifetimes of people-pleasing. Her energy began to shift. Meera slowly started to feel whole, heard, and seen—not just by others, but by her own heart.
In the weeks that followed, something remarkable began to unfold.
“My husband… he asked if I’m okay yesterday,” Meera told me with disbelief in our third session. “He noticed that I wasn’t speaking much. That’s never happened before.”
As her soul realigned with her truth, Meera stopped seeking validation from others. She began treating herself with gentleness and love—wearing her favorite colors, joining a local women’s group, and even expressing her opinions at the family dinner table.
“My mother-in-law actually asked for my advice on a family matter,” she laughed, “and my children now say ‘thank you’ after meals. I didn’t know that could feel so healing.”
With each session, Meera’s inner light grew brighter. Not because the world outside had changed—but because she had. She stepped into her divine worth with grace and dignity.
“Your sessions didn’t just heal me,” she told me during her final appointment. “They brought me back to me. I had forgotten who I was before the world told me what I should be.”
Healing the soul is not about changing who you are—it’s about remembering who you were before the world dimmed your light. When a woman reclaims her worth, she doesn’t just heal herself—she heals generations.
Meera’s story is not just hers. It belongs to every woman who has ever felt unseen, unheard, and unloved.
And in the sacred space of the Akashic Records, she found the truth that changed everything: She was never meant to serve in silence—she was born to shine.
