The above prayer, known by Bahá'ís as the "Short Healing Prayer" is a mystical gem containing deep secrets for the healing of ourselves and of our fellow brothers and sisters everywhere.
If you wish to heal yourself or others, you should memorize this beautiful prayer, meditate over its meaning, and recite it ceaselessly. It contains within its short phrases the healing of all the ills of men and women in our society. It is a great gift from God.
The following is my own meditation over the meaning of this powerful healing prayer.
Thy name is my healing, O my God
Our healing is the Greatest Name of God, the Spirit of Bahá (Glory), Bahá'u'lláh (Glory of God), Bahá'u'l-Abhá (Glory of the All-Glorious), the most perfect expression of the Holy Spirit appearing in the world. This Spirit of Revelation, represented in the Person of the Holy Maiden, appeared to and in the Manifestation of God, Bahá'u'lláh, while He sat chained and imprisoned in the notoriously horrible Síyáh-Chál ("the black pit" or dungeon) of Tehran, in 1852. There is no other way to heal than to become attuned to this Spirit of Glory, to draw nearer to this Being Who, cannot be adequately described other than in the words of Bahá'u'lláh:
"Exalted be God, Her creator, for what He caused Me to see in Her. Then blessed be God, Her fashioner, for the manifestation of might that I witnessed in Her beauty, and the modalities of power that I saw in Her splendor. At one time, I perceived Her as the sweet water of life, delicious and flowing through the realities of beings and the dark recesses of contingent things. I grew certain that the entirety of being survived by virtue of Her eternity, and continued to exist because of Her perpetuity. At another time, I perceived Her as a fire that had blazed forth in the divine bush, as though the element of fire had been created from a torch ignited by Her glowing embers. The hearts of both visible and invisible being were consumed by Her heat and flame when they were shaken by a delicate yearning for Her and a wondrous hankering for Her. It is as though the fragrance of the All- Merciful wafted from the apertures in Her garments. Praise be to God, Her creator, originator and fashioner.
"Then I drew near, till She stood before my face and gave utterance as a dove warbles in the realm of eternity, as though speaking in the wondrous music that hath no words, letters or sounds. It is as though all books appeared in commentary on the songs of Her innovation. I recognized all meaning in a single point therein. When I listened with my entire being, I heard the mention of God, the exalted, the most glorious, in Her tunes, and the name of God, the exalted, the most high, in Her melodies" Bahá'u'lláh, The Tablet of the Houri, translated by Juan R.I. Cole.
The "black pit" or dungeon of the human heart must be transformed by the Splendorous Light of the Greatest Name of God, Bahá'u'lláh, the All-Glorious Glory of God, into a holy temple. Nothing else can heal the ills of all of humanity.