A healing that will have you thinking. I have an enthralling story to tell of healing. Not because the person recovered but because of what I saw while channelling an absent healing. Yes, absent. You don’t have to be in the same room as your client or even the same house, let alone the same country. Although my client was in another city, it didn’t diminish the power or wonder of healing.
My night shift at the air base finished and I drove out to the guard box, Bruce kept the boom gate down and peered in through my window, ‘Laurie, my brother Darryl went into the cancer ward in Brisbane yesterday, he’s got biliary cancer and won’t be coming out again. Can you do your voodoo stuff for him?’ – ‘No worries Bruce, I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Driving home I thought how funny it was, most of the blokes I worked with didn’t believe in what I did. After I gave Bruce three Melbourne Cup winners in a row, he sort of had a grudging respect for my talents. Actually I gathered quite a following, especially amongst some of the service police. There always seemed to be a strain, backache, headache and such that vanished after a few minutes of hands on healing. I arrived home, slipped out of my uniform and set up my room. For absent healings I would light a candle, burn a little incense and sit facing a blank wall. Then I would concentrate on the person in question.
Within a few minutes I found myself hovering along a rather dismal, dreary corridor in the Royal Brisbane Hospital. I’d been to this ward 10 years previously on a visit. At the start of the corridor and on the right there were some treatment rooms, then a curtained off section. I could see other beds further along the wall. What made me stop were a huge pair of feet, about a size 12 and they were propped up on the foot of the bed. The soles reminded me of the bottom of a camel’s foot, all porous and thick. They were knobbly, and the toes were fat with hard, yellowed toenails. I couldn’t go any further so I stayed where I could look through a gap in the curtain. I only ever saw Darryl from the knees down and his skin looked yellow. There seems to be some conjecture amongst healers in regards to giving healing to someone who hasn’t asked for it. I don’t have the answers and believe that if it isn’t taken on board it’s for one of a few reasons. 1. The person doesn’t want it. 2. The soul has its own plans and healing isn’t one of them. 3. It may be part of the person’s karma that they don’t receive the healing. So where does all this channelled healing go? I’m not sure, probably back to the source.
I usually gave half an hour to an absent healing, if I had more than one on my books I would share it around. I’m going to state here that I’m not a follower of religion. This doesn’t make me a bad person, I still believe that there is something more powerful than us ‘running the show,’ and I’ll leave it at that. What I’m about to describe, I think is amazing but it tends to provide more questions than answers. From where I hovered I could see a nurse at the bed next to Darryl’s, she wore a white gown and seemed to be prepping her patient. I quite clearly saw a man wearing a white gown, sitting next to Darryl’s bed. He had long, thick, black hair that reached his shoulders and was clean shaven. I have never seen such a handsome man, before or since. He looked in my direction and smiled, then turned his attention back to Darryl. He never spoke a word, he closed his eyes and bowed his head. I asked for the healing to come through and it entered Darryl’s feet. The man sat still and for some reason I thought he may have been a strange visitor. Strange indeed as the nurse stepped back and moved through him, and then walked away. I took another look and saw what appeared to be the same man sitting next to other beds, or standing at the head. I felt the healing slow down and found myself back in my room.
I think the term, Gobsmacked might be an understatement here. Putting the candle out I made my way to bed. The image of the long haired man stayed with me and for once in a long time I slept peacefully. The following morning I stopped off and spoke with Bruce on the back gate. I told him about the huge feet and he laughed, ‘That’s funny Laurie, Darryl hasn’t wore a pair of shoes in his life. He’s a dairy farmer and winter and summer he goes bare foot.’ I didn’t tell him about the man and promised to keep up the absent healing. Every morning I sat in my room and every morning the man sat by Darryl’s bed. I could never get any closer than the foot of the bed and those big feet. The man would smile, I’d start the healing and still wonder. I couldn’t communicate with him, although the sense of peace and love that came from him uplifted me. After a week I stopped the healings, I tried to go back but nothing happened. I figured that what needed to be done was done, besides, the yellow tint on his skin had vanished.
I didn’t see Bruce for a fortnight and when I did bump into him he took me aside in the office, “Sorry Laurie, I should have told you earlier, Darryl went home last week. The doctors were amazed, they hadn’t seen anything like it before. My brother’s well enough to spend the last of his time with his family.’ This heartened me no end and I felt a little chuffed that he may have that extra time. Darryl lived three months longer than the doctors gave him. Virtually pain free and able to talk with his family almost to the last. Did my channelled healings extend his life? Or was it the dark haired man who made the difference? I don’t really know. What I do know is that someone who went into a cancer ward to die, walked out under his own steam ten days later to spend valuable time with his loved ones.
I want to remind you that only if I travelled did I take payment for a healing, which paid for fuel. Absent healing, healing at my home were all free and this brings up the old chestnut, ‘If it’s free it can’t be any good.’ Clients would say, ‘You don’t charge for doing a healing, yet you charge for a reading. Doesn’t it all come from the same place?’ I always replied with, ‘A healing is a gift from spirit, which heals me and you. A reading may come via spirit or deceased loved ones but I’m the one who has to put up with all the bullshit from clients who want more for nothing. I put five hard years of reading, studying and practicing to get where I am. So you’re paying for my time, which is just as valuable as yours.’
Reiki Healing. A Reiki master joined the spiritualist church and all those who were interested attended a weekend of learning and were attuned to Reiki level One. This gave us all we needed to embark on a career as bona fide Reiki practitioners. (The blue link at the beginning of this paragraph will take you to Wikipedia to give you an overview.) I thought everyday spiritual healing was good. Well I have to say Reiki blew my socks off. For the first two weeks after my attunement, the palms of my hands stayed hot and sweaty, to the extent that the first two layers of skin peeled off. To counter the unbelievable amount of energy that coursed through me, I had to perform a daily self healing to keep it under control. It came with two warnings, 1. It will change your life. 2. You have to keep using the healing energy. It changed me, I felt like the energiser bunny. My senses were heightened, every healing turned into something special and I found I possessed a greater range of ‘seeing,’ in the sense of working with the human body. One or two people who were attuned at the same time stopped working with the energy. They found themselves feeling tired, rundown, heavy in the chest. Let me say here that how I work with Reiki may not be the same way as others do. I know of people who do it strictly by the book, others sit there like robots not even interacting with their client. I’ve had no complaints from either side, so I continue to do it my way.
Life changing? Part 1. In a way yes, it brought me into contact with many people and allowed me into their lives for a short while. It also took me into a realm of wonder where I saw things that are normally hidden from our view. I’ve never been one to accept that life is only what we are aware of with our five senses. The best way to explain this is to take you through a healing. People always asked when they turned up, ‘Do I get to leave my clothes on?’ – ‘Sure you do, I’ll be the one not wearing them.’ They’d look at me and I’d give them a wink, ‘Oh, you’re joking right?’ – ‘Of course I’m joking, I like to lighten the mood a little.’ I’d still get a few funny looks but it took the tension out of the air. Look, I’m not a caftan wearing type who wanders around casting blessings. Staring deeply into people and connecting with them in the hope of wringing funds out of them, or drawing them into their little club. (I’ve met a few like that though) I’m just me, who happens to have a talent and a need to look beyond the veil. Half an hour prior to a healing I would make sure my massage table had clean linen, pillows and a blanket. The room temperature can change quickly during the healing and the client usually descends into a deep sleep. So they need to be warm. I always light a candle, light a stick of incense, I like the smell, and play some soft music. These aren’t necessary, it’s more of a ritual for me and to lighten the feel of the room. As a level 1 practitioner I would stand in the room and ask for the healing energy to begin. Now at Master level I draw the symbols in the air above the table. Let’s create a client, we’ll call her Claire, she’s 35 and feeling sluggish, worn out and depressed. She brings a friend, Anne. A large percentage of my clientele fitted the age and gender profile and many brought a friend. I encouraged women to bring someone, it gave me a sense of security.
Ann, feeling nervous sits in a chair in the corner of the room. Claire climbs onto the table and lays down. I put the blanket on her up to the waist and she makes herself comfortable, ‘Now close your eyes Claire and relax.’ – ‘Yeah right, why do I need to close them?’ – ‘It will help you relax and I can assure you of a colourful spectacle.’ My hands have warmed up with the healing energy and I go through my own style of prayer for protection and healing. I hold my right hand a foot above Claire and move it over her body, at first along the line of the chakras. If any one of them isn’t giving off a good feeling I note them for further attention. If there are problems with the limbs I’ll feel a pull towards the one in question. Satisfied I stand at the table behind Claire’s head. We’ve discussed my touching her body and she’s agreed, if not I would hold my hands above her. Starting at the crown I place my hands on the top of her head and close my eyes. I do this to better see what is happening and to focus on what I’m being told. I give each chakra about five minutes, then if there are any problems I have time to work on them. The crown is the connection to the soul and I’ve found it to be an uplifting experience, especially when you see the pure white light that shines from it. That and the information that sometimes comes, to pass onto the client, quite often when they are in a time of doubt about life and their place in it. I’ve found that many people have a limited connection to the soul, why? I can only imagine that it has to do with where they are in their life. What they want and how immersed they are in the physical plane. Then I move to the third eye centre on the forehead. One hand on the front, the other on the back of the head. This is when the colours really begin to emerge and depending which one it is I can ascertain where the problem lies. Claire is half asleep and says, ‘Hmm, look at the colours, all those blues and reds.’ I hear a little snore, open my eyes and see that Anne has dozed off in the corner. She’s getting a healing too, along with me. I return to the task at hand and place my hands gently on each side of Claire’s throat. The blue comes back stronger, mixed in with red and streaked with black. I’m shown incidents from Claire’s childhood and think, ‘That’s why she’s feeling so out of sorts.’
Next week: Part 2 and Reiki and the Trucker.