A Journey of Healing and Transformation-How a Crystal Shop and an Angel Healer Changed My Life

When I was 15, I found myself trapped in a relationship, with a girl, that was both toxic and violent. The experience was suffocating, and I began to feel the heavy onset of depression—my first encounter with the dark shadows of mental health struggles. I didn’t know how to escape the situation. Fear paralyzed me; I felt threatened to stay, believing I had to let the relationship run its course until they left me. The alternative seemed unbearable—I worried I’d face harm if I tried to break free on my own.

In the midst of this chaos, I felt utterly lost, but one day, overwhelmed with despair, I decided to take myself on a bus trip to Newtown. With no money in my pocket apart from the bus fare, I hoped the vibrant atmosphere of the suburb would reconnect me with the part of myself that used to smile—something I hadn’t done in so long. Newtown held precious childhood memories for me; it was a place my mum often took me, a haven filled with art shops, quirky bookstores (my favorite spots), and an unmistakable free-spirited vibe. I hoped to soak up its magic, absorb its energy, and find a fleeting moment of peace.

As I wandered through the streets, the charm of Newtown’s bohemian scene surrounded me, but my heart still felt heavy. Meandering along, I struggled to shake the weight pressing down on me. That’s when I stumbled upon a crystal shop tucked away between the bustling storefronts. Drawn by some unseen force, I stepped inside, uncertain of what I was looking for yet curious about the shimmering stones and mystical energy that filled the space.

Then, something unusual happened. The woman behind the counter, dressed in flowing cheesecloth garments, quietly walked over and locked the door behind me. Fear gripped me. I froze, unsure why she had done this, but her demeanor was gentle, her eyes kind. She explained softly that she was an angel healer and that she could sense I wasn’t in a good place. She told me she had to help me—and though I was scared, I felt my instincts urging me to trust her. What did I have to lose at this point?

She guided me upstairs into a dimly lit healing room. The air was thick with incense, and candles flickered against the walls, casting golden light. She asked me to lay down on a massage table, and with my eyes closed, I began to sense her presence moving above me. She chanted sacred words, her voice resonating deeply within the room, as she worked with crystals and called upon the Angels. That’s when I felt something extraordinary—a tingling sensation surged through my body, as if wildfire was coursing through my veins. My hair stood on end, and an intense energy enveloped me.

When she called on Archangel Michael, my eyes, though tightly shut, were suddenly flooded with a brilliant blue light. It was overwhelming, yet somehow comforting. The emotions buried deep within me began to rise. I felt the urge to cry—not just cry, but sob with a force I had never felt before. My body moved spontaneously, waves of grief and pain shaking me to my core. I wailed, releasing everything I had suppressed for months, even years.

Through her gentle and intuitive guidance, she revealed truths I had never confronted. She told me that my parents’ divorce had left me grieving—not just the loss of their union, but the loss of my own innocence. She uncovered a painful reality I hadn’t acknowledged: someone had overstepped my sexual boundaries, leaving me feeling unloved and unready. Her words resonated deeply, exposing wounds I had tried to ignore.

Then she spoke of my relationship. She told me the cords had been cut—that it was over and would end easily. I didn’t need to hold onto who they used to be. Her assurance gave me a sense of release—a clarity I hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

When the session ended, I left the crystal shop shaken and amazed, the intensity of what had unfolded leaving me both bewildered and hopeful. A sense of renewal stirred within me, though the path ahead was still unclear. When the session ended, I felt lighter, as though some invisible weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The healer didn’t just help me process my pain; she gave me permission to let go, to move forward, and to embrace the possibility of healing. That day in Newtown marked a turning point in my journey. It wasn’t just a day of wandering or escaping; it was the beginning of transformation.

Upon returning to school, reality confronted me with unexpected force. My “girlfriend” approached, her face twisted with anger as she told me she hated me. With biting words, she accused me of never smiling anymore, as if my suffering had inconvenienced her. Then, with cold finality, she revealed she had found someone new—a woman outside of school. Just like that, I was free.

The experience reminded me of the power of connection—whether to a place, a person, or the spiritual forces around us. It taught me that even in our darkest moments, healing can find us in the most unexpected ways. And though it was only the first step, it set me on a path toward reclaiming my sense of self and rediscovering the strength I didn’t realize I had.

Newtown will always hold a special place in my heart, not just for its art, books, and free-spirited energy, but for the miracle that unfolded there—a moment that changed my life forever and led me toward wanting to be able to facilitate those moments for others.