My name is Heather Anne Talpa and I’m a self-discovered telepathic energy healer and writer living in London, Ontario (Canada).

You might be wondering what a telepathic healer does. I assist in the vibrational healing of others through both physical presence and my conscious use of thought, intention, emotion, and voice. Part of what I do involves intuitively psycho-analyzing my physical environment, using my mind and body as conscious tools to connect with energies that lie beyond visual perception.

My personal discovery that I’m a telepathic healer went like this:

I was born in the early dawn of April 24, 1986. It was the night of a blood moon, known more formally as a total lunar eclipse. That’s when the shadow of the earth is blocking the sun’s light so the light can’t directly reach the moon. It’s when the sun, earth, and moon are in perfect alignment with each other. Total lunar eclipses can be witnessed by nearly all inhabitants of the Earth in the part of the world in which nighttime is occurring… it’s evident at all angles and areas, as long as the moon is in view.

At the age of six, I developed Tourette Syndrome (TS), a neurological disorder that causes repetitive and random outbursts of vocal and motor tics. My personal experience with TS was that I had a voice that lived inside my mind and it was my Master. Whenever it told me to do something, I had to do it. If I didn't, I wouldn't stop thinking about it until I caved in and did whatever the voice was telling me to do. Throughout my life, my inner voice was my own worst enemy.

The irony is that since it was inside of me, I couldn’t escape it.

I started to cope with my sense of powerlessness by turning to food for comfort as young as eight-years-old. Nothing felt more comforting or soothing to me then going to sleep with my emotional appetite fed and my belly full. I started gaining weight and my new coping mechanism turned into a severe binge-eating disorder that I’ve been on a quest to untangle myself from for most of my life. The Master inside my mind had turned its attention to another part of myself I felt powerless over - now it was constantly telling me to eat… and eat… and eat. Even when I was full, it told me to keep eating, until I was so numb I could no longer feel the guilt and shame of my binge.

From the ages of 18-32, I developed a debilitating and chronic skin condition called Hidradenitis Suppurativa (HS). This disease caused painful, weeping, tunneled lesions on the most intimate areas of my body. You can imagine the turmoil one might feel experiencing this as a 28-year-old woman with my whole life ahead of me. HS took over my mind, body, and life. I could barely walk on some days due to the pain I felt, and even dressing myself in the morning took every ounce of energy I could muster. I felt hopeless about my situation. I knew I needed help beyond myself to support me in digging my mind out of the toxic thought trenches I’d become accustomed to.

By my mid-twenties, I yearned for healing and self-growth, and began studying spirituality and energy healing modalities. I realized I’d been a highly sensitive moon child and my body simply couldn’t process the heavy energies of this world. My energy sensitivity had manifested itself in the form of a bully voice in my mind, and tics were a way to release the energy I was picking up from the chaotic world around me. By my late twenties, I healed myself of my tics using body awareness and conscious attention. My mind, however, was still a battleground as I had many addictions and self-defeating beliefs that continued to plague me. I was a prisoner inside my rotting body and was suffocating amid the poisonous fumes of my mind, so one night, two days before my 28th birthday, I sat in my bathtub and pondered my escape.

I was trying to soothe my pain from the HS, and I remember sobbing quietly to myself… what else could I do? I hated my body for what it was putting me through. I thought I was a good person and knew I didn’t deserve the pain I endured. When I was a child, I had a wooden plaque on my bedroom wall that said “When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” That night, I reached the end of my metaphorical rope. I knew change was needed, but I didn't know what to do or where to start. I finally admitted to myself that I couldn't do this on my own. I needed help. I hoped there was something out there that would save me... but I didn't know for sure.

“WHY? Why me?! What did I do to deserve this pain?” I cried out. Somewhere amid the darkness in my mind, I felt an inner stillness. A gentle light shone onto my burdened mind. In that moment, I received one thought:

“Just start loving yourself.”

I was caught off guard and sat in silence, pondering the thought. I was used to having negative thoughts. I suddenly realized the loving thought for exactly what it was: Divine Intervention. It wasn’t my own . I didn’t even know how to do what it was telling me to do, so how could it be mine? All I knew is I felt at peace the moment I thought it.

I didn't know how to love myself, so I started by telling myself “I love myself” whenever I had a negative thought, or was partaking in a behaviour that would conjure up negative emotions like guilt, judgement or shame within me (ie. Binge-eating or smoking cigarettes). I would be mid-binge, and by the grace of that one guiding thought I’d received, now I could just love myself through it! I realized I didn't have to feel guilt or judgement about who I was if I chose to feel love instead.

“I LOVE MYSELF I LOVE MYSELF I LOVE MYSELF” became the thought on repeat in my mind for the next 365 days.

I was so inspired by what I was doing that I began writing about my journey. By the end of the year, I had over 70 blog posts documenting my journey to self-love. I combined the posts together and the result of that is my first novel, which I self-published in 2016.

“The Lighthouse: A Journey Through 365 Days of Self-Love” was born (note: the title has since been changed to “The Lighthouse: A Journey of Conscious Ascension” and the book is currently being updated as a second edition).

I had become a pro at catching negative thoughts inside my mind and turning them into positive thoughts. I would cry tears of thanks for what I knew and for the loving guidance I’d received (and followed!), even though the most intimate regions of my body were still covered in disease. My skin condition was at its worst yet I was the happiest I had ever been.

Somewhere along the way, my level of faith in myself and in life was so high that I could no longer relate to those around me. I was doing things and saying things that didn’t make sense to them. I perceived life from such an expanded perception that I lost touch with their limited version of reality. No one other than myself really understood how the power of inner love had transformed my mind into my very own Garden of Eden.

In September 2015, I was admitted by family to the psychiatric ward at a local hospital and diagnosed as having Psychosis.

One month before being admitted, I was at my desk at work with a co-worker. Suddenly, we noticed a very angry man approaching the front entrance of our building. He was yelling into his cell phone to some unfortunate soul on the other end of the line. He wandered inside the first set of doors and continued shouting into his phone. I could feel the intensity of his emotions running through him and I knew he just needed to feel a touch of love. He stormed back outside in his angry rage.

I stood up from my chair and said to myself, within earshot of my co-worker “He just needs a hug.” It was no big deal to me. I wasn’t scared of him or his anger.

Before my co-worker could stop me, I walked out the front doors and tapped the disgruntled gentleman on his shoulder. I had no fear inside me. I already knew what was going to happen.

He turned around and looked me in the eyes.

“Sir, do you need a hug?” I asked him.

Before the words were even out of my mouth, he was falling into my arms. I could feel his negative energy dissolving into me and into the cultivated inner light around me, and I knew that if only for that moment, his soul felt safe in this world again.

A month later, I was admitted to the hospital for six weeks and was closely monitored while I was put on anti-psychotics for the next two years. The night I was admitted to the hospital and was being screened, my energy sensitivity was so high that I physically saw anxious energies running through all the people around me in the waiting room at the hospital, including the two workers from the Mental Health Unit who had driven me there. I knew they unconsciously felt my inner light because I noticed they’d initially been very fidgety around me but that their nerves started to calm as I talked to them. I recognized that the conscious light of my own being was so strong it was healing them, and they didn’t even know. I didn’t tell anyone that. This was now what I deemed personal “research” about my abilities and who I truly am, and I vowed to keep this information to myself from that point on.

I saw many heavy emotions in the eyes of others as I passed by them in the hallway during my time within those confining white cinder block walls but I stopped allowing myself to feel it since I knew it wasn’t mine to carry.

I was free.

Or so I thought.

Once my new reality set in that I’d been labeled as someone with mental health issues, I was again called into the deepest, darkest depths of my being. The dark night of the soul, it is often referred to. I felt like I had lost a part of myself that I had worked so hard the year prior to get to know. I didn't open a spiritual book for the next three years. For a while, I was very mad and felt that life had turned its back and abandoned me. I couldn’t escape the feeling of frustration and confusion over the fact that even my full year of self-acceptance and self-love were apparently not enough to redeem me from a lifetime of internal suffering.

In 2018, I started opening up to my spiritual path again. It’d been a long three years dealing with my darkness and pain, and I was starting to feel the light inside myself again. I began the process of going through with multiple surgeries to remove the skin that had been damaged by HS. I was *lucky* enough to fall into the hands of a very experienced plastic surgeon who offered to do all my surgeries for free. My journey to self-love had given me a solid foundation upon which I finally felt mentally and emotionally strong enough to endure my long road to recovery.

As I have journeyed through even more of my own darkness and made it once again into the lighthouse of my true self, I’ve caught more and more glimpses into who I am and what my life purpose is. I’ve learned that our human bodies are sensory instruments that have the ability (when trained consciously) to transmute darker feelings, emotions and thoughts, transforming them into the divine energy of unconditional love through awareness and intention.

This is the story of how I discovered that I’m a Telepathic Healer.

I believe there are many others out there. The only pre-requisite required for this form of self-healing and self-discovery is your conscious participation in choosing the thoughts you think, instead of letting thoughts choose you.

Once we re-train our own mind to recognize and release the chaotic energy of the world that surrounds us, the sooner we can escape it. It’s like our minds are software programs trying to fix a glitch. The only way to become aware of the glitch is to run the program and see for ourselves where the glitches are so we can make the program run smooth again. Mindful awareness is needed to spot the glitches, which means being able to catch ourselves red-handed in our most unconscious moments.

The second half of my life is only beginning, but it’s the half I’m most excited for because it’s the part I get to create consciously!

I’d be honoured to be a guide for you so that I can show you how the signs leading you to your life's purpose are all around you. It’s not going to be easy, but it’ll be worth it. The faith this type of healing journey gives you will be the new foundation upon which you can create the life you’ve always envisioned for yourself.

It’s extra hard living in a society obsessed with body image when your body is less than perfect. My only choice since I couldn’t find value in my body was to find my value a different way.

I’m not perfect, but I am real.

Warriors don’t give up… we rise. I’ve been there - to the lowest of the low’s. I’ve grown in ways I never could’ve imagined. The most important thing for me to hold onto was hope and trusting in the power of my own mind to get me through my darkest days.

My life experiences pushed me to the edge of my darkest emotions. It had me teetering on the brink of a very personal decision…

In the story of my life, am I victim… or am I hero?

What I discovered would be my journey back to my true self.

I’m currently writing my second book “Telepathy Between Hearts” which delves deeper into my emotional past and how this journey woke me up to my life purpose. I’m passionate about sharing how my life experiences affected my mental and emotional health and if there's one thing I could tell anyone who feels they’ve lost all hope for their life, it would be to consciously claim the power of your mind and your birthright to fill your mind with loving thoughts, no matter what your body or inner environment currently looks like.

Tremendous hope is to be found when we transcend our outer pain and inner fears about our life, and surrender to the power of a higher purpose.

With Gratitude,

Heather Anne Talpa