Being a Healer is a Frequency

 

Being a Healer is a Frequency

When I was a child, my father never once said, I am a healer. He was a swami, an Ayurvedic doctor, a teacher, a scholar. But mostly, he was a man who lived inside a certain current of presence. People would come to our tiny apartment in Manhattan, sit with him in silence, and somehow leave lighter. He didn’t need to do anything. His being carried a frequency that shifted the atmosphere around him.

I didn’t understand it at the time. To me, it was just life with my father. But as I grew older and began my own path, as a mother, a seeker, a shaman, and a student of Ayurveda, I began to see what he was really teaching. Healing is not a technique. It is not about herbs, or ceremonies, or hands placed in a certain position, although all of these can be beautiful expressions of it. Healing is a frequency.

I felt this truth in my soul during my first sweat lodge. Inside that dark, hot womb of the earth, with songs rising and steam hissing, I could feel my body unclenching decades of grief. No one was “fixing” me. Instead, the frequency of the ceremony, the prayers, the songs, the ancestors in the stones, was strong enough to remind me of my own wholeness. My cells remembered what my mind had forgotten: that I belong to life.

Later, when I began guiding others through shamanic journeys, I realized my role was not to do the healing. It was to become an anchor. To keep my frequency clear and strong enough that those in my care could find their own way back to themselves. Healing, I discovered, happens in the field we create together. It is resonance.

Being a healer requires tending the inner fire constantly. Just as my father taught me to respect Agni (the sacred digestive flame) so too must we respect the fire of spirit. If my own heart is clogged with bitterness, fear, or depletion, I cannot hold that steady field for others. So my work is to pray, to dance, to fast, to sing, to sit with silence, to let nature strip me clean. Only then do I carry a frequency that can invite others into safety and remembrance.

Sometimes, people ask me, How do I become a healer? And my answer is always the same: you already are. Every one of us is broadcasting a frequency in each moment. The question is, what are you transmitting? Is your presence one that softens others, that invites breath, that reminds people they are loved? Or does it agitate, constrict, or deplete?

To be a healer is not to claim a title. It is to live in such alignment with your own soul that your very presence becomes medicine. A conversation, a prayer, a glance of the eyes can shift the trajectory of someone’s day. You don’t have to force it. You don’t have to prove it. You simply have to live inside the current of love, and let your frequency do the work.

My father lived this way. And though he is no longer here in form, his frequency is alive in me. Every time I guide a ceremony, every time I sit in stillness with another, every time I remember that healing is not about doing but about being, I feel him humming through me.

Being a healer is not about power. It is not about identity. It is about frequency. And the frequency, if you listen closely, is love.

~Shanti Freedom Das