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If you saw my last post, you already know I mentioned how drained I was. My energy hit such a low that I had to pause the channel and close shop for a while just to recalibrate my metaphysical abilities after everything I went through throughout 2025.

Over the last few weeks, I finally turned the healing inward. I’ve been giving myself the same high-vibrational sessions I always do for clients… the ones I always thought I was “too busy” or “didn’t need yet.” I finally let myself indulge, rest, and receive what I had earned and long overdue. I’d neglected myself for way too long.
I was like a florist who sells every flower and never keeps even one for herself. That was me… giving everything away and leaving nothing for my own wellbeing.

Before I talk about the healing I’ve been doing recently, I need to go back in time.

When I was a tiny toddler, before school age, I lived with my grandmother. She always had this orange cat who stayed with me every afternoon. She played with me, watched me, and basically acted like an aunt while my grandma cooked, cleaned, or handled her day.
Back then, especially in old Asian households, cats were “workers”. They existed to catch mice, so that poor thing didn’t even have a name. I named her Mimi.

One day, Mimi disappeared. She never came back. My grandma had no explanation. And no one around me showed sadness. To them, she was just a cat doing a job, so tiny me had no space to grieve. I felt the sadness deep down, but I didn’t know how to express it.

Time moved on. Life got busy. School, college, working in the fastest-paced corner of the music industry in LA… and that childhood memory faded into the background.

Years later, after I left Hollywood and became a professional psychic medium, I moved from LA to New York in 2020. When I set up my altar in my new home, out of nowhere, this long-forgotten “aunt” suddenly appeared in spirit. I didn’t feel emotional at the time, just surprised she hadn’t reincarnated yet. She remembered me. She wanted to reconnect.
She told me she wanted to stay and reconnect with me, and in return she’d help with my cat mediumship sessions. That was it! No big soul contract talk at the time, just a simple exchange. And I said sure. Why wouldn’t I? She was my childhood cat.

Over the years, whenever I had cat sessions, Mimi would either do half the work or disappear midway, leaving me to finish. I just assumed she was being lazy and unprofessional, but as adorable as she was, I let her come and go as she pleased.

Fast forward to these last few weeks while I finally stopped being stingy with my own healing. When I mentioned needing a parent archetype for my inner child, Mimi immediately stepped forward and told me something I never expected: there was an unresolved wound, a soul fragment left behind from the day she disappeared… one I had no idea existed.

After talking with her, I decided to bring my childhood self together with Mimi in a healing session.

The moment I brought Mimi’s spirit to meet little-me, I burst into tears… not soft tears, but a full-body release that lasted over an hour, until my eyes felt like they might pop. And I knew instantly:
these weren’t the tears of my adult self.
They were the tears my child-self never got to shed.

The wound I never acknowledged.
The confusion I never voiced.
The love and longing that had nowhere to go.
The grief that got buried under “grow up and keep moving.”

As everything poured out, I felt a warm surge of energy move through layers of sadness I’ve carried my whole life without understanding. Suddenly the lost puzzle piece clicked into place. It rippled backward and forward in time, and for the first time in decades, I felt whole.

And here’s the part that shocked me the most:
all these years of that strange sorrow, the low-level worry, the unexplainable “something’s missing” feeling, the emotional weight I couldn’t name even though I’m fully functional and fine as an adult, all of that finally made sense.
The moment my inner child reunited with Mimi, it was like dropping a heavy backpack I didn’t even know I’d been carrying. The emptiness, the background sadness, the lingering “I don’t know what’s wrong” feeling… it dissolved instantly.
It was the first time in my life that my emotional body felt quiet and whole.

My adult mind didn’t understand why I was crying that hard, but my soul did.

And that’s when I realized at that moment:
Mimi didn’t return in 2020 to be a “psychic assistant.”
She returned as a protector and healer… here to mend two versions of me living in two different timelines.

When my inner child asked where Mimi had been all this time, I told her the truth in spirit terms:
the day she disappeared in your physical world, she came straight to me in 2020… to eat, play, and reconnect.
And now, I was finally bringing her back to the child who lost her.

A full circle.
A real-life example of collateral beauty… the kind life reveals when you actually allow magic to work.

If you have childhood wounds you’re aware of, or even ones you aren’t, trust that the universe will bring what you need at the right time. Healing arrives when the soul is ready.

And a little fun note to end on:
Mimi has officially rebranded herself as Miriam, fully international after traveling Europe with me. The new name was so foreign to her, she doesn’t speak English, after all, yet she insisted on it. Now she makes it very clear she will not tolerate being called Mimi by other “western” spirit cats.

I’m Kari Light. Sending love and healing on your journey.
Until next time <3.

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