Root Chakra Healing Frequency Novels & Stories

Coming up for air, he gave himself another shake and gently pulled her down. “Only eight days left,” he murmured with clenched jaw pressing his forehead against hers, the beat of desire resonating in his ears. There was an unbearable pain in his private part, her scent enveloping him in a haze, and he even trembled under the effort of restoring some semblance of control.

As she took her position over me, I instantly felt the powerful heat that signalled she had started her healing. Her powers came to her faster now. She had some anger that channelled through her body, and I could feel it as she healed me. She was so tuned into what I had been experiencing, I was sympathetic to what she was feeling. But I would not let her stop. I could not let her stop. There was too much riding on making this work.

I can almost see the gears turning in her head. “Let’s meet back here in two weeks.” I take a sip from a bottle of water. “What a professional way to schedule sex.” I choke on the water. It stings my nose and throat as I struggle to breathe past the blocked hole. I slam a hand on my chest and I’m about to do it again when I hear Ra say, “Heal.” Warmth covers my body, expelling the blocked water from my throat and reducing the usual aftermath you’d get from choking on something. In less than five seconds I’m back to being myself.

I focused my intent, honing it into a razor, and shoved the energy down. Blinding heat forced its way out of my chest, tearing through my fused boots. It bypassed the basement levels and plunged straight into the deep tectonic plates beneath the valley. A low thrum bypassed the ears entirely, vibrating straight through the bones. The raw earth beneath the estate began to boil. Ordinary limestone and granite shrieked, twisting on a molecular level. The kinetic violence of the tungsten rods forcefully fused with the Moonstone frequency bleeding from my roots. The rock darkened. It drank gold static into its pores, shifting and reinventing its density.

The Moon Goddess frequency that sat under everything the Nightmoon line carried and was the foundation of all of it. I pulled it upward,through me. The forest exhaled. A full exhale,every tree. The gold light that has been threading through the canopy since the awakening blazed once, fully, in every branch of every tree from the outer edge to the deep ancient center where the oldest ones stood. I stood at the edge with my hand against the bark and felt the change move through the root system beneath my feet. Traveling outward from the point of contact in every direction. Through the entire forest. Every root received the acknowledgment frequency

She holds this knowledge with the professional satisfaction of someone who understood the problem precisely enough to solve it correctly on the first application. Lev's second session is the one that stays with her. His integration moves from twenty-three to forty-one percent, an eighteen-point gain, but that is not what stays with her. What stays is the moment at the twenty-minute mark when his second signature, responding to the adapted protocol's specific targeting of the Cedarfall compound variant's blockage pattern, makes a sound. Not an audible sound. A resonance sound. A frequency shift that Tara feels through her aura as a vibration, brief and specific, that she has felt once before:

"It won't hold the frequency!" "Solis! The scalpel!" I commanded. I reached into my weathered Fringe kit and pulled out a bundle of "Silver Root" from Earth: the herbs still glowing with the warmth of the Ancestral Grove. Solis ignited her "Amethyst Scalpel": the violet blade shimmering with a high-frequency hum that cut through the grey fog. With surgical precision, she carved a series of "Resonance Channels" into the quartz bark of the Heart Root, while I laid the Silver Root into the incisions.

I hadn’t realized they were actually loony. Mrs. Wright inhaled. “I sense that you need to hold some selenite.” She reached inside a velvet pouch and handed me a milky clear stone. “Hold it over your heart chakra. It needs to open.” “My heart what?” “Close your eyes and feel the white light pulsing through you.” Mrs. Wright inhaled deeply. “Can’t you feel your chakras opening up?” “Erm, sure.” “Excellent. I can see them opening up right now. What a bright, purple light you have inside you! Oh, and it’s taken the form of a…squirrel? I believe that’s what I’m seeing.”

She says with determination. I pull off some of the sensors on his chest so I have room for my hand to lay flat. The sensors start going crazy. The nurse rushes over and turns off the machines they are attached to. I place my one hand on the middle of his chest and the other on his forehead, then close my eyes. I take several deep cleansing breaths to focus. I start with his heart and lungs, then his brain, and his bones and organs. I flow my energy through him, sealing tears and breaks, pulling out the weakness, absorbing it into my own body. I finally heal bones leaving my positive healing energy behind. I feel the warmth on my hands as the energy builds.

Going back and forth, sucking and nibbling each one. "Very responsive. Clamps it is. If you like teeth, you'll like the clamps. Sit up straight, on your knees, arms behind your back, hand on each forearm. Yep just like that open up your heart chakra." He winks at me as I debase myself into a very vulnerable position. "Eyes on me, Princess. I'm going to do some very naughty, dirty, degrading things to you that I know will keep your pussy dripping all night long." My entire body blushes.