A Psychic Told Me to Throw Rocks

A week ago, I booked a reiki session that quickly turned to a psychic reading.

Now, before you roll your eyes or assume I’ve gone completely off the deep end, hear me out.

I’ve always been fascinated by the idea that sometimes people can see things differently than we do. Whether that’s intuition, energy, life experience, or something we can’t explain, I think there is value in listening with an open mind and deciding for yourself what fits and what doesn’t.

During the reading, she spoke about humanity ascending into what she called the “5D realm.” If you’re not familiar with the term (because I was not), it’s often described as a shift toward higher consciousness, greater awareness, and living from a place of love rather than fear.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure what I thought about that part.

But then she said something that stopped me in my tracks.

“You need to release your anger.”

I was a little shocked (how did she know? Lol) but in all honesty she said don’t suppress it or try to explain it away by pretending it isn’t there.

Release it.

She suggested going out into nature and letting it out. Scream into the wind if I needed to. Throw rocks into the water. Find a safe way to physically move the anger out of my body instead of carrying it around like extra luggage.

That part hit home.

Because if I’m being truthful, anger has been a frequent visitor in my life.

Not the explosive kind.

The quiet kind.

The kind that sits in the passenger seat while you’re driving and resurfaces when someone disappoints you.

It grows from years of carrying responsibilities, swallowing words, setting boundaries, and still feeling hurt by people you wish would behave differently.

Most of us aren’t taught how to process anger.

We’re taught to control it, hide it, and stuff it down.

We’re conditioned to be nice, understanding and be the bigger person.

But nobody tells us where all that anger is supposed to go and because of that, it lingers. It shows up as resentment, exhaustion, impatience, and cynicism.

Sometimes it quietly hardens parts of us we never intended to protect.

The psychic may have called it releasing energy but in the past, my therapist called it processing emotions.

Different language. Similar idea.

The older I get, the more I realize that healing isn’t always about gaining something new, sometimes it’s about letting something go.

Maybe that’s what the rock throwing was really about; not the rocks themselves and not even the anger, but the permission.

Permission to acknowledge what hurts and admit that some things are unfair.

Permission to stop carrying emotions long after they’ve served their purpose.

So no, I haven’t stood on a cliff and let out a movie-worthy scream.

Yet.

I have spent some time outdoors lately, I’ve watched the water, thrown a few rocks and thought about the things I’m still carrying.

I’ve wondered how much lighter life might feel if I stopped insisting on dragging every old hurt into my future.

Whether or not we’re ascending into a 5D realm, I can’t say.

But I do know this:

The trees don’t hold grudges.

The ocean doesn’t replay old arguments.

The birds aren’t losing sleep over something someone said three years ago.

Nature has a remarkable way of reminding us that everything is meant to move.

Water moves.

Wind moves.

Seasons move.

I know for a fact we are meant to move too.

Perhaps the lesson wasn’t about psychic predictions at all.

The lesson was simply “What are you still carrying that was never yours to keep?”