I had no intention of doing this.
The first time, a black man was shot before my eyes. We were in a house, and I was hiding under a chair under a blanket, terrified that I would be seen and also killed. It was my job to say The Lord's Prayer to comfort this man as he died. I do think it helped.
A week or so later, I was praying for a female shooting victim. In this instance, I was sitting in a circle with others and we were singing "Amazing Grace" for her.
The first event especially was traumatizing for me and I asked God for another assignment, one that would still be helpful but not traumatizing, perhaps working with children. In real life, I started working at a school, and in dreamtime, I gave children chocolate Santas.