Unlocking the Power Within — PART I: Energy Healing and Transformation
- Nancy Anderson
- Oct 11, 2023
- 7 min read
Updated: Aug 1
I wish to share a deeply personal story with you—one that shaped who I am and led me to the energy transmissions I now offer.
After two surgeries to conceive and finally give birth to my youngest son, who arrived via emergency C-section—I was left dealing with a cascade of health issues—mostly digestive. I felt depleted. The child I had waited so long for was finally here, but at nearly 40, I didn’t have the energy to fully show up for him, which was deeply unsettling.
One doctor told me I was “swallowing air.” I remember thinking, "How does someone suddenly develop that habit after 40 years?" That’s when I turned inward — praying wholeheartedly, not just for relief, but for deeper answers.
I was led to various holistic treatments. I changed my diet, got more exercise, drank more water — and while all of it helped, it still wasn’t quite enough.
One night in 2001, while my husband worked and I scrapbooked in his office, we listened to a late-night talk radio broadcast. The guest — a former chiropractor from L.A. — shared how his life had opened in unexpected ways, leading him to discover healing abilities beyond his formal training. When others asked if he could teach what had come through him, he eventually did.
I was strongly guided that evening to attend, even though it felt a little “out there” for me at the time — especially given my religious upbringing. But whenever I prayed, “Thank you for guiding me to feel better,” I would clearly hear: “Get to the workshop!”
Nearly a year later — just three months shy of my 44th birthday — and after months of insistence from Spirit — I convinced my husband to accompany me on a road trip to Portland, Oregon. I would attend the workshop and he could go hiking with his best friend from high school.
While he wasn't the best candidate for emotional/spiritual hand-holding, he did believe that "God" was more of an energy — versus the Santa Claus figure on the throne I'd been indoctrinated with. A man-made image of the Divine, rather than the other way around. Therefore, he didn't make this difficult for me. At least at first.
Besides, it was his birthday month — he deserved some time off, and we both needed time away together. Our three-year-old son, full of energy and chatter, would spend the long weekend with his much older brother. Though they didn’t often spend long stretches together, their bond was strong. It felt like a win-win for all of us — though I had no idea what was about to unfold.
During the workshop, I felt something shift — gently, unmistakably, and only in positive ways. It was as if lifetimes of energetic baggage were released in just one weekend.
Three days after returning home, I was strongly guided to do energy healing on myself during meditation before bed — part of a stress-reduction routine I'd started several months earlier. I no longer prayed only to ask — only to give thanks. I meditated to listen. Deeply.
Quieting my mind and breathing deeply felt like climbing onto a beloved bicycle — one I hadn’t ridden in at least 43 years or lifetimes, but that my soul never forgot.
Although nothing showed up in school screenings, I was diagnosed with scoliosis at 25 — a condition that worsened after childbirth. My left shoulder dropped noticeably lower than my right, and a dowager’s hump began to form. Still, I never imagined anything could shift such a deep structural pattern — especially with the “S” curve in my spine and neck.
After the workshop, however, I couldn’t sit upright to meditate. Something had clearly changed, but I couldn’t mentally grasp it — so I simply followed the guidance I’d been given, as best I could. I activated my hands as instructed, but had to rest my forearms far down on my thighs — a surprisingly awkward position.
The instructor had said the energy flowed most powerfully through the eyes, but I always closed mine during meditation. So I thought, "Well… I’ll just stare at that one spot on the shower curtain."
I’ll date myself by saying it felt a bit like being an Ed Sullivan-era contortionist. But I stayed in trust, rooted in the moment — and that’s when things began to unfold — swiftly, and undeniably.
Sitting cross-legged on the bathroom floor, wedged between the sink and the bathtub, a mighty voice — one that felt like my soul itself speaking through me — suddenly declared, clear and commanding: "I WANT TO SIT UP STRAIGHT!" The words bypassed my mind entirely. I understood, in some deep way, that this came from a connection with something vast — The Infinite — God/dess, Source, Love, Creator, etc. (you choose your word.) I didn’t try to figure it out. I simply stayed present. It all happened so quickly, and the room felt full of love.
Then I felt it — unmistakable pressure, like fingertips on each shoulder. I could feel one being on my left and one on my right. They began to push on my shoulders, making my body rock precisely and rhythmically, like a metronome. The motion was so exact, I couldn’t reproduce it today if I tried. A powerful force stirred and rose from the base of my spine, winding upward in an “S” shape, and circled the crown of my head. It only lasted a minute, but it was filled with light. There was no fear — only love, and a deep sense that something sacred had just occurred.
My husband was in bed. I needed to talk about what had just happened — but when I shared it, his eyes glazed over. He seemed disinterested and just wanted to sleep. I sighed, rolled over, and did the same. The next morning, however, I was stunned when I looked in the mirror. My whole countenance — my face, energy, everything — seemed lighter and brighter. Internally, I said to the reflection, “Wow, you look great.” Yet I still had no idea what had occurred.
After showering and fixing my hair, I pulled the extension mirror away from the wall to check the back — and that’s when I saw it. My shoulders were level. The hump was gone. My bones hadn’t moved — the “S” curve in my spine was still there as I would find from x-rays later — but the muscles were holding me differently. I no longer suffered the debilitating migraines that had plagued me for years.
Later, when I turned inward to understand what had occurred, I kept hearing one word again and again: "kundalini." Some online sources I researched called it evil, even demonic — but what I experienced was anything but. There was no force, no control — just relief, a deeper sense of peace, and quiet joy. I remember thinking, “If it’s evil, why is it the symbol of healing — the caduceus — hanging in so many doctors' offices?”
What happened that night wasn’t a concept. It was a divine love event — and there is far too little of that in the world. It began a lifelong partnership with energy — sacred, mysterious, and ever-guiding. Yet it was only the beginning.
Many other notable experiences unfolded after that time — some luminous, some challenging — but all were initiations into deeper growth. Each one moved me further away from a programmed world of fear and closer to soul-aligned living. I began to see that healing wasn’t about fixing anything — it was about surrendering to the possibility of transformation through union: with the soul, with The Infinite, and with others. It wasn’t about figuring it all out with the mind — but allowing the heart to lead.
Even with clients, the changes were often undeniable. As far as I was shown, the energy always moved toward love and greater health—physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual. Or a combination of them chosen for the specific person by their specific team. I am not the "healer," The Infinite, and the unseen hands that work through it are. You pay me for my time and energy to hold sacred space for the transmission to flow through — not for the healing itself, which The Infinite freely offers.
I may share more powerful stories over time — when the moment is right. Yet, for now, I want to open a conversation about something essential: the energetic layer of our lives. Whether or not we recognize it, energy shapes everything. As more of us awaken to that truth, this language — once fringe — will become foundational.
What matters most right now is this: the world cannot heal until we do.
Many are still carrying unseen energetic burdens —
but the beautiful truth is that it doesn’t take everyone.
Just enough people doing their inner work can create a wave of transformation.
Will you be one of them?
Only you can answer that,
Yet, energy moves when we dare to listen to it.
And, even more... when we trust it to change us. Let the light move you.
Keep listening — your energy remembers the way home.
When we remember ourselves as Divine Creators,
healing becomes not only possible but inevitable
My website is Transformative Union — a space devoted to soul-aligned healing. This is my path, but it can be anyone’s. It is for those willing to truly be the change they wish to see.
You're not alone if you’ve already done deep inner work but sense there’s more. I often help illuminate hidden layers of energetic blockage — not by force, but by presence. The more clearly something is seen, the more it can move.
Thank you for visiting my energetic home.
May it reflect something true in you. 🕊️🙏🌿
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Links to some of my healing tools are below if you are interested.
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