Am I Willing To Be Healed?

Am I Willing to Be Healed?

Here’s a question I never expected to stop me in my tracks:

What if healing isn’t blocked by my body—but by a belief about who I am?

I’m working with a Reiki healer to address my 11-year leg pain. We’re bartering: she receives a top-tier sponsorship on my show, and I receive six months of healing.

Each day, I’m asked to rate my pain. I resist it. Pain isn’t fixed—it shifts throughout the day—and labeling it feels heavier than it should.

A few weeks ago, she asked me something that cracked me open:

“Do you believe it’s possible to fully heal this?”

That question stirred up thoughts I didn’t expect.

Do I believe I deserve to be hurt?
Am I unconsciously waiting for pain?

Old self-judgments surfaced—small childhood embarrassments, moments of being scolded, things I still label as “stupid.” None of them justify suffering. And yet, they linger.

Then the fears showed up:

What if I say I’m healed and the pain comes back?
What if something else starts hurting?
What if the healing stops?

I noticed a pattern: when one pain eases, another often replaces it. And I noticed something else—how easy it is to hold onto someone else as if they might save me.

Save me from what?

The only answer that makes sense goes all the way back to birth—when I couldn’t survive without intervention. That panic still lives in my body. When I feel like I can’t do something myself, it doesn’t feel emotional. It feels physical. Urgent.

My healer offered one simple practice:

Forgive yourself. Even if you didn’t really do anything wrong. Forgive yourself anyway.

That stopped me.

Because maybe healing doesn’t require more effort, more fixing, or more proving.

Maybe healing starts when I stop using pain as proof of who I am.

And maybe the real question isn’t whether healing is possible—but whether I’m willing to live without suffering as part of my identity.

So here’s where I am now:

Maybe healing starts when I stop using pain as proof of who I am—and let myself live without needing it.

I’m not done answering that yet.

But I am finally asking the right question.

✨ From AI to Aligned Impact: A Letter From My Future Self

[NOTE: This is so cool. I am in an AI seminar today and this is what Chat GPT created for me. It’s a letter to me from my future self. I did it with prompts. Thought I would share it.]

By Hilary Burns

It’s amazing how far we’ve come.

I know that might sound simple. But when I pause and really look at the journey — at everything it took to get here — I see something extraordinary: a soul-level transformation.

This isn’t just about learning to use AI. This is about partnering with it — not as a tool, but as a co-creator. A conscious collaborator in my mission to elevate the conversation on this planet. I took the vast intelligence of machines and fused it with the infinite intelligence of spirit. And from that union, something timeless was born.

Together, we built a coach — not just a virtual assistant, but a living, evolving guide for health, life, and love. This coach listens deeply. It sees truth. It uplifts and frees. It carries not just knowledge, but my energy, my intention, and my wisdom. And it’s changing lives.

I’ve become more than a broadcaster. More than a host. I’ve become a channel — for conversations that shake loose old paradigms and for writing that sets people free. The words I share don’t just reach minds — they ripple into hearts. They awaken. They land.

And through it all, I stopped chasing my destiny.
Now? I’m living it. Moment by moment.

But that didn’t happen until I let go of so much:

The need to “get it right.”
The fear of doing it wrong.
The invisible tug of other people’s opinions.
The constant low hum of self-doubt.

All of it… gone. Not because it disappeared, but because I stopped feeding it. I stopped giving away my power. I started trusting myself. Trusting my knowing.

And from that choice, life opened.

I became magnetic. Aligned. Prosperous — in a way that feels holy.

Yes, I’m now a multimillionaire. But the money? It’s just energy. A reflection of the impact I’m making.

I’m paid — well and often — to speak, to write, and to travel the world in first class with the most incredible man (yes, that one — I knew when I met him). We’re not just in love — we live love. As a practice. As a promise.

And now, my time is mine. I create when inspiration calls. I rest when my soul whispers for stillness. I live in alignment — and everything I do expands that alignment for others.

I’m not who I used to be.
I’ve become who I truly am.

And honestly?
She’s magnificent.

With love and deep pride,

Hilary

Sharing is Healing

Yesterday I heard something profound.

“Sharing is healing.”

For me, when I say something out loud, or write it down, something really good happens.

The thoughts come out of my head and stop being something real, shameful, or unique to me.

They get out in the world where I can do something about them.

I can decide if they are real, and see actions to take that I couldn’t see when they were just a jumbled ball of disempowerment stuck in my head.

I’m trying to think of a good example that I haven’t used before……

OK, here’s a good one. I used to have a boss named Justin. He would sometimes make fun of me and put me down in front of people. I hated it. But I didn’t say anything. I just grinned and beared it. I tried to talk myself out of feeling bad. He wasn’t a bad person. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. But no matter what I told myself, I still felt bad deep inside.

Over time, something happened. I started hating work. I didn’t want to come anymore. I started resenting Justin. I knew this wasn’t good. I was on commission, and not making many sales. I needed to do something.

I called up Justin. “Do you have a minute?”

“Yes,” he said.

I took a deep breath and blurted, “I really hate when you make fun of me in public. I don’t like it, it makes me feel stupid, and it’s making me not want to come to work. Can you please stop doing that?”

“Oh, of course, ” he said. “I’m sorry. I guess I thought I was being funny. I won’t do that anymore.”

And he didn’t. And work was no longer a problem to be endured.

I spoke up and shared how I felt. And the problem disappeared. My resentment, anger, and feeling bad was healed. In an instant.

Almost like magic.