This story describes a period of three years when, as a nurse practitioner, I
transitioned from traditional to holistic medicine. It was a time in my life that was
extraordinary, often lonely, and occasionally somewhat scary. From this
distance, I am able to look back and acknowledge what was taking place and explain it
to myself, and perhaps to you. In that way it has been a burden lifted. I hope you will
keep an open mind as you read these words, because I swear to you that all of these
experiences are absolutely true .
The Master has no mind of her own.
She works with the mind of the people.
She is good to people who are good.
She is also good to people who aren’t good.
This is true goodness.
The Master’s mind is like space.
People don’t understand her.
They look to her and wait.
She treats them like her only children.
‘It is only through my experience as a healer that I have come to believe in a world that is invisible to most humans. This world has the ability to assist the human race. Within it is mastery beyond our wildest dreams’. Kristin Hegge Helgeson
I opened my holistic healing practice in the late 1990’s. I thought I was well prepared
for the experience. Academically, I had become nationally certified in holistic nursing,
had a national certification as a nurse practitioner in women’s health, and was trained in
a wide array of holistic healing modalities. I recently had returned from India, where I
learned ancient healing techniques not commonly known in the West. I kept up a
rigorous, daily practice of yoga and meditation. This seemed a fine blend of East meets
West, and I felt satisfied that I was well equipped to sustain the rigors of standard
nursing care in the holistic arena.
Yet, soon after opening my private practice, paranormal experiences started
happening in my office space, and to me personally, which were not part of my learning
history. I had no context for these experiences, and was caught completely off guard.
In hindsight, I know these occurrences were destined to happen and I now appreciate
the wisdom and reason for the element of surprise. Had I known before I started the
business that I would be working with a dimension of Invisible Healers, now known to
me as Guides, Masters, Angels, Guardians, Attendants, Helpers and all around
Luminescent Beings of Light, I may have felt more prepared when they appeared. I
didn’t even know they existed, not to mention the level of responsibility I assumed when
I discovered this gift awaited me. Thankfully, over time, I have been blessed with
learning how to work side by side with these incredible Spiritual Entities who bring such
joy, compassion and great gifts to our world of human existence.
I have been in nursing one way or another since the age of 18. First as a nursing
assistant, after that a registered nurse, and eventually as a nurse practitioner. Like
many others in the medical profession, my career was continually evolving. I’ve always
loved nursing, and for a long time had dreamed about opening my own private nursing
practice. Then, during my last years in traditional nursing, I really began to feel limited
in what I could medically offer my patients. I was noticing increased discomfort about
prescribing medications that I had little control over and that could have potential long
term side effects for them. I had experienced deep healing from my own yoga practices
and wanted more time to teach patients complimentary methods of care for healing
their bodies. I had gradually become more interested and involved in educating them
about their health and the nature of disease, and less interested in delivering the
medical model as expressed in traditional medicine. This inner conflict began to cause
me a great deal of stress in my role as a nurse practitioner, and even though I was
working with lovely colleagues who were so very understanding of my needs, it was
evident I had to make a change. My approach to resolving this dilemma was to
consider opening a holistic nursing practice. It soon became clear this was the path I
was to follow. Momentum for change began in earnest on my 48th birthday and that’s
where this story begins.
I had a deep meditation practice at that time, so this day began like all other
days, with meditation. During the meditation I had a ‘vision’. Visions were not common
for me then, but it was, and remains to this day, a powerful and memorable experience.
In this ‘vision’, my deceased paternal grandmother appeared in my mind and spoke to
me. She said, ‘You need the rock from the house. Call your Dad’. For over 30 years I
had not given one thought to the ‘rock’ which sat in the sunny foyer of my grandmother’s
house. It was a huge crystal, actually, and had apparently been brought home in the
1950’s, from a cave in Kentucky. No one ever called it a crystal back then. It was
simply Grandma’s rock. My cousins and I chiseled off pieces of that rock for years to
carry in our pockets. I have wonderful memories of sitting next to this crystal as a kid,
watching the colorful light rays reflecting off the walls as the sun shone on the clear