The Healer Wound: A Past-Life Story of Being Cast Out — And Finding Courage to Return
- Bianca O'Connell
- Nov 22
- 5 min read
There are some QHHT sessions that unfold like a gentle breeze, revealing insights slowly and softly.
And then there are the ones that strike a deep, ancient chord, echoing wounds that have followed a soul across lifetimes.
This was one of those sessions.
It began quietly.
A stone floor.
An old cottage.
The earthy smell of a life lived close to nature.
She couldn’t quite tell who she was at first, a child? A woman?
Her consciousness flickered, as if searching for the right shape.
And then it landed.
She was a healer.
Not the modern-day, clinical kind.
But the kind woven into the fabric of village life, the one called upon when children burned with fever, when labour grew long, when pain stretched into the night with no explanation.
Her knowledge was intuitive. Ancient.
It lived in her hands, her bones, the quiet way she gathered herbs.
Most people valued her.
But not everyone understood her.
And as history has shown us over and over again —misunderstanding often turns into fear,and fear almost always looks for someone to blame.
The Day Everything Changed
She recalled, one day became the turning point.
She had done everything she could for a sick villager who did not recover. She felt no guilt, she knew the body has its own laws, its own limits.
But the grieving family didn’t want limits.
They wanted answers.
And the frightened whispers of a small community can turn into fear and accusations.
In the session, her voice broke. Tears slid down her cheeks.
“I don’t want to leave… but I realise I have to go fast.”
She packed what little she could into a small bag.
Some neighbours cried.
Others watched silently.
A few turned away.
And she walked.
This is where the healer wound took root, the deep pain of being cast out for helping.
A wound so old it followed her beyond death… and into this lifetime.
A Death Filled With Kindness
When we moved to the final day of that lifetime, the scene softened.
She lay in a simple wooden bed.
She was old. Frail. Ready to release the weight of a long, solitary life.
But she wasn’t alone.
A young woman sat beside her, stroking her cheek, caring for her with tenderness.
In the session, recognition washed over her.
This caregiver — this gentle presence from her deathbed — is someone who plays an important role in her life now.
Their connection hasn’t always been easy in this life; in many ways, she has supported this person through challenges that were never meant for someone so young. The session revealed the clarity she had been missing, the root of certain dynamics and why she felt responsible long before she should have been.
Understanding that they are balancing old soul agreements, and that their bond has echoed across lifetimes, offered her the clarity, emotional release, and closure she had long needed.
The Library Between Lifetimes
After her passing, her awareness floated into a vast, bright space.
She described it as a “big white library,” a place where souls gather, learn, and prepare.
A place of choice and clarity, where you can look at the journey ahead without fear, without the noise of the physical world.
But when it was time to choose her next incarnation, she hesitated.
And then came one of the most powerful lines of the entire session:
“I felt reluctant to return… afraid it might happen again.”
Afraid of rejection.
Afraid of being misunderstood.
Afraid that the world would cast her out for helping, just as it had before.
This moment captures the essence of the healer wound:
the fear that being visible, intuitive, gifted, or spiritually attuned will make you unsafe.
But she didn’t turn away.
She chose to return.
Not because she had to, but because there was someone she wanted to help. Someone her soul was deeply connected to. Someone who had once cared for her, and now needed support in this lifetime.
This is soul-level reciprocity — the kind that’s woven into our soul contracts long before we incarnate. These agreements aren’t always expressed through gentle or easy relationships. In fact, they often appear in the form of our most challenging connections, the ones that stretch us, confront us, and ask us to grow. But both souls chose the dynamic, not as punishment, but as a way to help each other evolve in ways they couldn’t have on their own.
The Higher Self Speaks
When her Higher Self stepped forward, everything fell into place.
The heaviness she often feels in her chest?
A lifetime of holding back her true voice.
The fatigue?
Carrying other people’s emotional burdens.
The lower back pain?
Bearing the weight of responsibility far too early in life.
And the knee pain that had lingered for so long ?
A reflection of carrying burdens from childhood, taking on roles far too heavy for someone so young.
A wound held in the body until it was finally acknowledged and let go.
During the session, that energetic imprint was released.
And the next day, she reached out in disbelief, for the first time in ages, her knee pain was simply… gone.
Every symptom had meaning.
Every cycle had a purpose.
A message from the body, speaking what the heart had learned to silence.
And the Higher Self’s reassurance was clear:
She no longer needs to hold fear in her body.
She no longer needs to carry weight that isn’t hers.
She is safe to step forward now, lighter than before.
Healing doesn’t erase history, but it softens the way it lives within us.
Why This Story Matters
You don’t have to remember a past life as a healer to resonate with this story.
A surprising number of sensitive, intuitive, empathic people carry the healer wound:
fear of being misunderstood
fear of being judged
fear of being “too much” or “not enough”
fear of stepping into their gifts
fear of being rejected for who they truly are
It shows up in the body.
It shows up in relationships.
It shows up as self-doubt, hesitation, or an inability to be seen.
But here is the truth:
The world is different now.
Healing is understood differently.
Intuition is valued.
Connection is growing.
And the old fears no longer hold the same power.
This session was a profound reminder that we can return to the places where we once felt unsafe, and rewrite the story.
We can choose differently.
We can heal what our soul once feared.
And we can finally step forward without carrying the weight of the past on our backs.
Final Reflection
This story is not unique, it is one example of a wound shared across many lifetimes and many souls. But what made this session extraordinary was the courage it revealed:
The courage to look at an old wound.
The courage to understand it.
The courage to let it go.
And the courage to return, not because she wasn’t afraid,
but because she was ready to grow beyond the fear.
If this story resonates with you, if something inside you whispers I’ve felt this too.
Like a mirror or an echo from another time, that is the call.
The call to return.
To reclaim.
To rise.
And you don’t have to do it alone.
Your next step awaits:
A profound, heart-opening practice created to help you release the past and stand fully in your light.
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