Healing can occur on many levels, physical, mental, emotional and spiritual. As this series works on the basis of, ‘I write when I remember it’ then it may come across as being a little ad hoc. While attending the spiritualist church, I involved myself in healing. During services in the spiritualist movement, healing consists of hands on healing, normally by placing the hands on the person’s shoulders. There is a tingling, warm feeling in the hands and this flows into the receiver. Some feel it as a warmth, an electric sensation or nothing at all. Over a couple of years I became attuned to Reiki Master but that is another story. My first official client as a healer was, a stallion. This came about via a client from a psychic reading. she’d brought along a photo of her boyfriend and I had ‘read’ a few problems that ailed him. The photo was of him sat on one of his horses and I picked up a few things about the horse too. I’ll call our man Tex. He wasn’t the nicest human being I’d met but his cutting horse was having problems moving from the hips. Tex took me out to the yard and I met Bobby, 16 hands of Quarter Horse-cross muscle. Bobby stood still while I took a look at his aura, everything seemed fine except for an area near his groin. After feeling around his hip, stifle and flank I felt guided to go further. To boldly go where no man has gone before, I placed my hand in between his groin and testicles. I know, we’d only just met and hadn’t even shared a drink. Poor old Bobby was sore. He let out a little snort as my hand touched the lump of muscle, high in the groin. I kept my hand there and asked for the healing energy. The warmth flowed and slowly increased in temperature. I received impressions of Bobby having overextended himself, when turning swiftly to stop a cow going past. That and a busy season standing at stud. Tex didn’t seem overly fazed when I asked if he’d sought attention from a vet, ‘Can’t afford it, do what you can.’ – ‘Well I can’t promise anything here Mate. It feels like a corked muscle, he needs some rest at least.’ I felt sorry for Bobby and spent another half an hour with my hand on the muscle. I could feel him relax and in turn the muscle started to loosen. I made two more visits to give Bobby a healing and told Tex that it was the best I could do. He rang me a week later at some indecent hour of the morning and hollered into the phone, ‘You did it, Bobby’s moving like a young un. I can do anything with him.’ Tex didn’t treat his horses or his woman well at all and both of them left his life within a year. Dare I say, for greener pastures,
A cat became my next client. I attended a woman’s home for a reading and her cat came and sat by my feet. After the reading the cat, Tiddles, jumped up on my lap. Judy said, ‘I’ve had her for a little while and she’s been off lately. Can you tell what’s wrong?’ My hands had warmed up while Tiddles sat by my feet and were positively burning by the time I held her. It may come as no surprise to cat owners, that cats think differently to everyone else. With Bobby I received a sense of trust and a need for food. Tiddles filled my mind with abstract shapes and a feeling of ‘go away,’ quickly followed by imagery of a car wrecking yard, from a cat’s perspective. I told Judy what I was seeing, ‘Oh, how clever, that’s where I found her. She lived in the spare parts shed. Now why is she sick?’ Closing my eyes I let the cat show me the problem, and it was easily fixed. Judy had changed the brand of tinned food. Tiddles gave me an image of two different cans, simple as that, she didn’t like the new brand. Dog owners can rest assured that their favourite pooch is quite psychically aware, loyal and often concerned about members of his/her family. In future posts I’ll discuss a few instances where the family dog has warned their owner through me.
‘I can’t get pregnant, we’ve been trying for nine years, spent tens of thousands of dollars and still nothing.’ Eve sat across the table from me, looking as forlorn as she sounded. I was her last resort, and they didn’t want to adopt. ‘Can you tell me if I’ll ever have a baby?’ She’d done the rounds of psychics and been given different versions from, never going to happen, to I can help you but it’s going to cost you. Eve wasn’t gullible. She’d been recommended by one of the ladies from the chemist shop. I laid out the cards and began my usual routine of looking and tuning in to the symbolism of the cards. I was shown a man and felt that he was one of her specialists, I described him and she nodded her head, I said, ‘This man will be able to help you with the in-vitro procedure.’ – ‘Are you sure?’ – I nodded this time, I didn’t speak as I was being shown a reason why she couldn’t get pregnant.
The black, landau style coach rattled and swayed along the rutted, dirt road. Ancient oaks hanging heavy with wisteria and old man’s beard flashed past. I saw Eve hanging on for dear life, her belly swollen, visible as it pushed against several petticoats and a white dress. Blood oozed onto her white stockings and her broken waters stained the leather seat. I could only see the rear of the man with her, as he stared helplessly at the frightening spectacle before him. Eve screamed and fell to the floor, her face became whiter than her dress. Scrabbling weakly at her petticoats she drew them up to reveal a tiny pair of blue legs sticking out from her. Before the coach reached the small township she passed in great pain and regret at losing her third child. ‘Do you believe in past lives, Eve?’ She stared at me for a moment before answering, ‘Sort of, I guess. What’s it to do with me not getting pregnant?’ I told her what I’d seen and went on to impart more information, ‘Look, I don’t pull this stuff out of my bum to entertain people. I’m shown it for a reason and in this case you’re reason for not getting pregnant could be as simple as being afraid.’ She gave me the look. ‘Bear with me for a moment and give me your hands, I can channel a healing for you and it won’t just be on a physical level. There’s a spiritual aspect here that can be put right.’ She held out her hands and I took them in mine. The healing began swiftly, a rush of tingles through my hands and into hers, then the heat came. I closed my eyes for a moment and watched the blue colour travel up her arms and down into her torso, stopping at her ovaries and womb. I opened my eyes and she sat staring at me, as if I’d grown another head. I smiled reassuringly and asked her to close her eyes and feel.
It stopped and she opened her eyes, this time with a smile on her face, “I actually felt that Laurie, I could feel it right down there.’ – ‘That’s good, now you’ll be pregnant by July this year (it was mid May at this stage) and I’m told that you’ll have another child next year.’ She stood up and held her handbag close to her chest, ‘Thanks, it’s been nothing if not interesting.’ I received a call from Eve in the October, yes she was pregnant. She returned the following year after giving birth and becoming pregnant again. I channelled another healing along with a warning, ‘This child will be fine but whatever you do don’t go for number three. You’ve got what you wanted.’ She gave me a condescending look and left feeling happy with life. I never heard from her again and I don’t know if she went for number three. What I do know is a woman who had tried for nine years to fall pregnant, did so after having a spiritual healing. Was it a placebo effect? If it was she still gained the two children she’d been longing for.
Psychic Surgery. I wanted to learn everything I could about the art of healing and didn’t let anything stand in my way. Doubt is the silent killer of success. If I read an account of someone doing something in the arena of psychic awareness, then I’d give it a go. When I read a few books on psychic surgery I thought, Well this could be interesting, if they can do it why can’t I? My first real
victim client, was actually Lorelle. This was long before we became an item. She complained of terrible pain and had been diagnosed with Endometriosis. By this stage I began noticing people in spirit around my healing bench. One or two were regulars and there would always be a relation to the client there as well. This is how the procedure went, after helping Lorelle onto the bench I covered her up to the chest with a light blanket. Placing one hand on her forehead and taking hold of her right hand I would silently ask for protection and healing. within a few moments the heat would come and she entered into a light, half sleep. After a couple of minutes I removed my hands and asked her to raise her arms. She couldn’t, then her legs, nothing there neither. Good. I informed her that she was safe and that nothing would harm her. She might see strange coloured lights, people and even departed relatives. She nodded and I began. Moving my hand through her aura above her lower abdomen, I made a cutting movement. Then I put my hand in and began to pull at the clotted energy there. She started to groan a little and I asked that she be helped to calm down. More pulling until it didn’t feel like working in a sticky, heavy sponge then I asked for healing light. When I saw the light fade I made a sewing sensation through the area with my hand, applied more light and let her lay for a while. Throughout the whole procedure I was shown the actual womb and fibre like tendrils of Endometriosis.
Let’s move forward a few years, Lorelle and I are together and she starts complaining about erratic periods and some pain. She decides to check it out with the Doctor first, who sends her for a scan. After the scan the specialist working there calls us into his examination room and puts her scans up on the wall and says, ‘Now when did you have your last Caesarean section?’ – ‘I’ve never had one, all my children were born normally.’ – ‘Well, according to the scan here you’ve had internal stitching near the neck of your womb, look, it’s plain as day.’ We both looked and there it was a perfect line of stitch marks showing up blue. Happy to say her discomfort was menopause and nothing sinister. Hmm, well that depends….
Healing hand prints. So, I hear you ask, is this energy real? My son has a medical condition that affects his spine. It manifested when he was about 12. On the Friday he was booked in for a full body x-ray at the Children’s Hospital. On the Thursday night he called out and asked if I could help get rid of the pain in his lower back. Kneeling by the bed I placed both my hands on each side of his spine in the lower lumbar region. The hear generated became intense and he had to ask me to stop. The pain subsided and he went to sleep. We arrived at the hospital at 7 am and waited. An orderly turned up with a gurney and wheeled him up to x-ray. He returned about an hour later and we waited to see the specialist. I saw them go into the examination area and after a little while there came a, ‘Who ruined this x-ray, look at it? Aren’t they supposed to be professionals up there?’ The nurse called my son in and I followed. There was his x-ray hanging against the wall, a full skeleton with two, life-sized, golden handprints over the lower lumbar area. Flares of light speared off from the fingers, beautiful indeed.
Next week: A healing that will have you thinking.