In sacred space, I stand so still, A gentle whisper, soul to fill, A prayer arises, pure and sweet, To guard us from what we might meet. From root to crown, the chakras rise, A vibrant dance beneath closed eyes, Each point awakens, light unfolds, A radiant energy it holds. In heart's embrace and throat's pure sound, To third eye's sight, where truths are found, Up to the crown where spirit sings, A white light wraps, on angel wings. With humble thanks, I call anew, A line of souls in gentle queue, To pass their messages of grace, And touch the hearts in this shared space. In this sacred role, I find my gift, A bridge where love can heal and lift, With gratitude, my spirit soars, A medium proud on these mystical shores.