The Path to Understanding
I never wanted to become a healer—I always wanted to be an artist, a painter. I grew up in a family of lawyers and psychiatrists, disconnected from spirituality or religion, trapped in a world of mind and body, laws, and regulations. Life was comfortable, but the only deeper understanding I had came from my grandmother. She taught me that life is more than what we can see with our eyes. She showed me the beauty of the unseen world—the language of the trees, nature, and the human heart.
As I grew up, emotional heaviness from my family dynamics weighed on me. Like many, I thought studying psychology would be the answer, but it didn’t help much.
When Psychotherapy Went Horribly Wrong
One day, I witnessed something that shook me to my core—a cold-blooded shooting during a psychotherapy session with a clinical psychologist. A man in marriage counseling shot his wife before turning the gun on himself. I was merely a bystander, but I survived, and it made me question the effectiveness of psychotherapy. Despite all the research and monkeys sacrificed for neuroscience, we still can't fully understand how the human mind functions.
A police officer later told me it was my "lucky day." But that experience made me realize there had to be something more—something deeper than just analyzing life from the outside in. In & Out tastes better—it’s as simple as that.
The Art of Healing
The cop was right, it was my lucky day. I walked away from psychology and the career path of a mainstream psychotherapist and turned to studying art. It brought me balance and, in a way, grabbed me by the neck and said, 'You should have been here a long time ago.' Through art, I discovered a different kind of insight—not about dissecting or categorizing, but about feeling, expressing, and truly understanding life. Once we close our eyes, the greatest gift we have is imagination—a dimension all its own. Art became my way of healing, my way of connecting to something deeper.
The Balance Between Science and Art
It took me years to realize that science looks outward for answers, while art guides us inward. Without balance, we fall into disharmony. Instead of building walls, we should build bridges—recognizing that not everything is science, and not everything is art.
When we balance external exploration with internal reflection, we gain a deeper understanding of the world—one that blends logic with emotion. Only then can we truly grasp what it means to be human on this physical platform, interconnected with other realms of existence.
Becoming a Healer for Myself and Others
Becoming a healer wasn’t a straight path. It began with healing myself. Before we can heal others, it’s essential to first heal our own wounds—physically, mentally, and emotionally. There were many times I thought about giving up on meditation, energy work, and the countless hours spent researching how the body, mind, and soul interact. But I’m grateful I didn’t. I chose to keep moving forward, even when it was difficult. It cost me relationships, financial stability, and isolation from the outside world. There were moments when I felt completely alone in my journey, but I knew deep down that I had to keep walking through my own hells.
Authentic Healing Beats Differently
Authentic healing requires facing the root of our suffering, not just masking it. It’s a journey—one that doesn’t have a clear end but constantly evolves and deepens. But if I only knew that there is a beautiful, more effective shortcut, it would’ve made my journey much shorter. The real healing journey is only about 12 inches long—the space between your head and your heart. But getting there can sometimes take a lifetime, and other times, just one healing session. The healing journey is not a job—it’s a feeling, calmly vibrating in your heart. That feeling constantly reminds you that you are light, love, peace, freedom, and dreams.
