Blue eyed angel

What’s happening to me?

~~Aurora’s POV~~

I am standing in front of the mirror, doing my daily bruise check. Yet another insecurity left over from the Devil. He would roughly grab at my arms and legs leaving bruises on them. Then a couple days later would see them and would say that I had cheated on him by having rough s*x with someone. I got in the habit of checking myself over everyday. Looking for any new bruises that may popped up from either him or just bumping into things, in order to prepare for the torment that the day would bring.

It has been over a year since I left the Devil and yet I still look everyday. I guess it’s routine for me, except today, today something different happened. I was looking in the mirror when I start to think about my date with Zeke. I was thinking of the way his lips felt on mine and just for a very brief second I thought I saw my blue eyes turn to steel grey. It happened so fast that I couldn’t be sure if I was imagining it.

It wasn’t just that, I felt something different inside me. It is hard to explain, like a completely different energy residing in me, an energy that almost seems opposite to me yet it seems to complete me. Something that was buried so deep and now is trying to stretch and come to the surface. I feel it stirring in me, making me come more alive. It seems to happen most when I am thinking of or in the presence of Zeke. Whatever it is, it craves to be near him with such a primal need, it scares me.

I take a deep breath and start to get ready for my day. I have quite a few clients today, which will be a nice distraction from everything going on. I started my business shortly after I had left. During my preparation to leave the Devil I had discover Reiki Healing. It saved my life and changed who I was forever. The more I helped people to heal the more it healed me.

Most of my clients come because they are looking for spiritual healing, some come because of an ailment they hope to get rid of.

Today’s first client was hoping to aid the cure of her cancer. I was her last hope, traditional medicine has done everything it could for her and now she is given only a few short months to live.

I start the session working through my hand positions and focusing on being a conduit for the energy. Today’s session seems different, the energy feels more palpable and as if it is being generated straight from me and not from the universe around me. Startled, I look up and happened to catch my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My eyes are steel grey and glowing, and I can actually see the energy coming from my hands, as a bright white light.

I can feel the cancer in my client, feel it eating away at her, killing her. Then I feel healing energy flowing from me and my ability to direct it, I feel it wash over the cancer. I feel it killing the cancer and then moving on to the next spot that is needed. I do this until I no longer feel any cancer left in my clients body, then I draw the energy back into me.

Once the session is complete I collapse onto the ground, my energy is completely depleted. This has never happened to me before, Reiki never takes from the practitioner. I didn’t know what was happening to me and what was with my eyes changing color again, am I going crazy?

My client on the other hand felt amazing, she said she has not felt this good since before she was diagnosed. Her face was conflicted, she was excited but also showed her worry for me. She said I looked terribly pale. I told her I would be ok and just needed to rest for a bit. I instructed her to visit with her doctor and call me tomorrow so I can see how she is doing. She helped me get to my couch, gave me a huge hug with tears in her eyes, then practically skipped out of my office. It made me smile even through my exhaustion.

My mind was racing, something inside me was definitely changing and I had no idea why. My dreams were filled with an image of a beautiful black wolf who seemed to be trying to comfort me and tell me everything was ok. She seemed so familiar to me and then I remembered why.

When I was young I had been adopted. No one knew who my parents were or what happened to them. I was found on the stairs of a church who then took me to an orphanage. I stayed in the system for a couple years before being fostered into a home that would later adopt me.

There were so many times I felt alone and scared, then I would picture this beautiful black wolf following me, watching over me and protecting me. She became a part of me so much that when I was eighteen I had a picture of her tattooed on to my arm. I had given her blue eyes but now as time has passed her eyes almost look grey. Of course it was all in my head, my way of getting through what ever was stressing me at the time. At least that’s what I thought, but why is she back now and why does she seem to gain strength from Zeke?