Zeke!
Who is there?
Zeke!
I don't see anyone, who is there?
Zeke, this is God.
God?
Yes, Zeke this is God. I want you to work with me. You will work with me healing people.
But God, I'm not a healer, I'm a farmer.
Zeke, we will work together, the voice assured him.
Zeke told a friend about the experience and the well-meaning friend told him to go to the metaphysical healing center in the area. Zeke went to the center, told his story, and immediately the people signed him up for some courses. Through the courses, Zeke learned how to take 3 long deep yogic breaths, roll his eyes up in his sockets, neutralize the karma of his patient, visualize heat coming from his hands and then cleanse his hands after being with the person. Then the people teaching him said, the next person who comes to our center, you will take them and do your healing work.
The next person who came in was a woman with an arthritic elbow. Zeke did everything that he was taught. After one minute, the woman dropped to the floor and was dead.
Zeke was overwhelmed and left.
Zeke was back on his tractor and heard is name being called again. He ignored the voice but it became more persistent.
If this is God, I did what you told me to do.
The voice spoke and said, Zeke, you were just supposed to lay your hands on the person, I do the healing.
The point of my story is that if the word, the urge, the voice, the knowing comes, then trust and know that more will come to you as needed. Not that other people are wrong. It might not be the right manner for you. You are unique, your pathway is unique, and the manner of your healing might be unique. If the door is opened, then trust in the source that opened it for you.