The moment Jessica walked into my office, I felt the weight she carried, invisible but palpable. It had been exactly one year since our last session, and though her smile was warm, her eyes held a story I knew would crack my heart open.
We settled in, the familiar ease between us humming beneath the surface. Then she took a breath, and the words tumbled out: “I just had the worst year of my life.”
Her voice was steady, but I leaned in. She told me about the divorce, the move back to Toronto, and the way life had unravelled. And then the moment that changed everything.
Canada Day. Daylight. Leaving the gym.
A man, a stranger. Out of nowhere, a blow to the head. The pavement rushed up to meet her. Darkness…
When she described it, my stomach clenched. This woman, strong, fearless, the kind of person who radiates quiet confidence, now jumped at shadows. She shared how she so easily gets startled – one time, she screamed when her landlady rounded a corner. Her nervous system programmed the body to stay coiled tight, waiting for the next threat. My throat tightened as I sat listening. I’ve sat with so many women who’ve been fractured by violence, but it never gets easier.
Then, softly, she said something that made my heart leap: “This past week… I’ve started feeling a little lighter.”
A crack in the darkness. Hope.
As she spoke, I silently asked for guidance. The answer came clear as a bell: soul retrieval. Not all clients are ready for this kind of deep hypnosis work, returning to the trauma, gathering the shattered pieces of self left behind. But when I explained it, Jessica didn’t hesitate. “Let’s do it,” she said, her voice firm. “I want my life back.”
I guided her into hypnosis, her breathing slowing as she sank deeper and deeper down. First, I took her to a sunlit forest, her new dog Remi trotting beside her, a beacon of love in her darkest year. She smiled in her trance when I brought him into the scene.
Then, with care, I led her back to the sidewalk where her body had hit the ground. “One, two, three.”
A gasp. Her fingers twitched. There she was, both of her: the Jessica on the pavement, dazed and terrified, and the Jessica of now, rushing toward her younger self with open arms.
“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
Tears slid down her cheeks as she held that fractured part of herself. Soul retrieval isn’t just about memory, it’s about reclaiming the power that trauma has stolen. And Jessica? She was ready.
But the body remembers, too. When I checked in, she whispered, “My arms… they’re so heavy. Like they’re pinned.”
I knew what to do. Gently, I worked my hands along her left arm, shoulder to fingertips, pulling out the stuck energy like drawing poison from a wound. “Breathe,” I murmured. “Let it go.” Each pass loosened something deeper. Then her right arm. Then her legs.
And then release.
A bolt of energy shot through the room so powerful that the walls seemed to ripple. The air vibrated. For a heartbeat, everything dissolved into pure motion. Jessica’s breath came in ragged waves, her body shaking off the trauma like a dog shedding water.
When the storm passed, I moved into Reiki, my hands hovering over her as her energy pulsed in waves. No words now, just light, just healing.
When she opened her eyes, she was glowing. “I feel… light,” she laughed, wiping her face. The woman in my office was unrecognizable from the one who’d walked in. Her shoulders were loose, her smile easy. We discussed staying present and rewiring her nervous system in a step-by-step approach.
Before she left, I shared what her body had whispered to me earlier: brain supplements, lymphatic massage tools to help her fully rebuild.
Then, a hug so tight it said everything words couldn’t.
After she left, I sank onto my sofa, spent but buzzing with gratitude. This work it’s sacred. It’s messy. It’s walking with people into their darkest corners and holding the light until they can carry it themselves.
And Jessica? She’s on her way home.
If Jessica’s story resonates with you, if there is something in your own life that has left you feeling shaken, fractured, or longing to feel whole again, know that you do not have to carry that weight alone.
Your spirit is calling you toward healing. When you feel ready, I invite you to book an Integrated Healing Session with me. Together, we will gently explore what needs to be held, and I will compassionately guide you through your own Soul Retrieval process to reclaim the pieces of yourself waiting to come home.
