Part 2. The blue light 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.’ I say nothing to her and continue on with the healing. Placing my hands on her heart centre, which is tricky on women with large breasts I concentrate on what’s coming from there. By now I’m all to aware of the people helping from the other side. There is a tiny Japanese woman who stands opposite me and watches intently. A man, dressed casually and looking like he’s stepped from the pages of Oscar Wilde’s, The importance of being Earnest, stands nearby. He’s the more animated of the two and points out where I need to concentrate more of the healing. Claire stirs a little and mutters, ‘Why can I feel someone else’s hands on my head, and you’re still on my chest?’ – ‘It’s okay, just someone giving me a hand.’ Moving my hands to her solar plexus I start to change my pattern of breathing. Placing the tip of my tongue on the roof of my mouth, I breathe quickly in and out a dozen times. This stimulates my pineal gland which raises my consciousness level. With it slightly elevated I can see more of what is going on around me and gain better insights to the causes of Claire’s condition. My room has disappeared and I seem to be in an old-fashioned doctor’s theatre. There are large lamps placed around the room, each one emitting a different colour or shade. Some are brighter than others and a tall woman is directing a red light onto Claire’s lower abdomen. I look at her and ‘hear’ her say, ‘I’m Claire’s aunt, I passed ten years ago from cervical cancer. I’m trying to help her.’ My room reappears and Anne is still sleeping in the corner.
Claire is restless as her soul centre is starting to open slightly, with the aid of the small lady. Claire begins to speak softly in a little girl’s voice, pleading and crying. I silently ask for her to quite down and the lady shakes her head, ‘No, she needs to see this.’ I don’t argue and Claire begins to settle down. When I move to her lower abdomen, she begins to move a little and I say, ‘It’s okay, you’re safe here. It’s only memories and they won’t hurt you.’ – ‘Right but why do I hurt where your hands are now?’ – ‘The whole area is sluggish, the energy is like cold porridge but if it’s okay with you we’ll do some extra work here?’ She nods her head and grimaces. I don’t blame her as I move my hands above the chakra and pull at the energy, moving it, pulling away the old rubbish. I’m aware of my helpers again and Claire’s aunt, who is directing red light at Claire’s lower abdomen. As the light shines brighter I see that Claire has given birth once, about ten years previously and has had three abortions since the birth. I must add here that I believe that every woman is in charge of her body and reproduction, it is her choice. Sometimes there are circumstances that others have no knowledge of, there are always reasons. I cannot judge another person’s decisions and choices in life. I believe that the human soul doesn’t ‘take up residence’ until a short time prior to birth. If the woman miscarries at any stage the soul of the child pulls away and waits until another, or the same mother is ready.
I keep moving my hand through the sludge of Claire’s chakra and as it clears more imagery is revealed. A prolonged state of sexual and physical abuse from four years of age until she ran away at fourteen. Life on the streets seemed far safer for Claire, even if she had to sell herself to survive. She lived rough until her aunt found her and they moved interstate. Unfortunately Claire married a man who treated her deplorably, and after their first child, a girl he insisted she abort the following three pregnancies. For awhile I felt out of my depth. The emotion involved felt overwhelming and resonated deep inside of me. I’ve found with healing that often clients with similar conditions are attracted, especially on the emotional plane. Many ailments begin as unresolved emotional issues and over time settle into the physical body. The emotional and physical effects of Claire’s abuse as a child settled in her womb, and the subsequent abortions left their mark. Fortunately she was free of cancer, which I saw a few times in women with similar backgrounds, unfortunately she couldn’t conceive again. Remember Claire is a construct client here, I’ve made her up from two women who came to see me. Both were similar in their backgrounds although Claire stands out because of her need to conceive another child.
She must have felt my anxiety and said, ‘Are you okay?’ Shifting my feet to get comfortable I replied, ‘Yeah, I’m fine. It’s… well there’s a lot of things happening here and I need to talk to you about them.’ She opened her eyes and glanced at Anne whose head had fallen forward, ‘Don’t worry, when we’ve finished she can go out and get a coffee.’ The healing began to wind down, my helpers had done their bit, Claire’s aunt faded away and I began to make a sweep of my hands through her aura. There are two things I need in my room, water and tissues. I woke Anne who looked a little stunned, and sent her out of the room. I pushed the door closed, sat down and said, ‘This wasn’t a run of the mill healing, as you know a lot of your early life came up.’ She looked away, ‘Don’t be ashamed, it happens to a lot of people.’ We spoke about what I’d seen with the abortions and she began crying. I handed over the tissues and said, ‘Look, I know you want to have another child with your new man,’ she stared at me, ‘you’re aunt told me, yes she’s been here all along. the sad news is, well, I’ve been told it isn’t going to happen.’ – ‘Am I being punished for the abortions?’ – ‘No, it’s just that the last one was difficult and there seems to be an issue with scarring.’ I handed her the tissues and she cried, between sobs she asked about what I saw in her childhood. I said, ‘Have you sought some professional help about your past? Because I can’t give you the support you need to go through it again.’ She shook her head and slid off the bench, ‘No I can’t, my boyfriend doesn’t know. Even Anne doesn’t have a clue. I can’t.’
Herein lies the problem, a healer can only do so much. The client has to take control of their life and make decisions about their future with the information they’re given. I could have lied and told her that all she had to do was try and she’d get pregnant, it’s not my way. I offered her another appointment and she declined. I know that after such a full on healing she would be on the way to having some issues resolved. Her guilt over the abortions and not seeking counselling over the abuse would hold her back but we have free will and that is what she wanted.
Reiki and the Trucker. You don’t have to be stretched out on my bench to receive healing, it can happen anywhere. I think the next story shows this adequately. Lorelle’s daughter-in-law gave birth at 29 weeks and her baby, Imogen died hours later. A few days later we left for the funeral in Lismore, Northern New South Wales and decided to take the inland route. We drove along the Mt Lindsay Highway and turned off onto Summerland Way. This is a hilly, rural area with intermittent traffic. We were both dressed for the funeral and had left early to make sure we arrived on time. We’d been on Summerland for a few minutes and drove down a steep slope, there on the right hand side of the road lay an overturned semi-trailer. (Tractor trailer for those over the pond) I pulled up a hundred metres down from the scene and walked up to semi. The trailer, loaded with sheepskins lay half on the road and the cab was resting on its roof in a deep ditch, with the driver’s side door facing the road. The smell of diesel fuel pouring out of a ruptured fuel tank hung heavy in the air. A couple of cars were parked opposite and two men were trying to prise the rig’s door open. I stopped next to them and asked, ‘Is the driver still inside?’ They both grunted, ‘So is anybody with him?’ They looked at me as if I’d grown another head.
I’ve attended a few accidents as a police officer and know full well the distressed state people are in when trapped in a crashed vehicle. I was aware of how the driver would be feeling, especially with the amount of fuel leaking. Getting done on my hands and knees I crawled through the half-open passenger door and came face to face with the driver, hanging by his left ankle from the steering wheel. A quick glance showed a few cuts on his hands and face. You didn’t have to be Dr Ben Casey to see that his ankle was fractured. Legs don’t usually turn in that direction. Keeping the injured party calm is a top priority and I said, ‘G’day Mate, how’s it going, just the leg giving you strife?’ – ‘Yeah Mate….. ahhh, yeah I think so, maybe my ribs too.’ – ‘Great, let me get under you here and take a bit of weight off that ankle.’ Bracing my feet against the windscreen, I leaned back, held him underneath his back and took the weight. ‘Is that better?’ – ‘Fuck yeah.’ – ‘My name’s Laurie and you are?’ – ‘Ken.’ – ‘Hi Ken.’ I looked around our cramped quarters. Everything that would have been on the dash and seats now littered the roof beneath us. Neither of us mentioned the spreading pool of diesel fuel, ‘So I take it you’ve had better days then?’ – ‘Yep, much better, arggh, shit that hurts.’ – ‘Look Ken, perhaps I can help you with the pain. I do healing, Reiki to be exact. Want me to give it a go?’ – ‘Fill your boots Mate, it bloody hurts.’
Getting comfortable, well as comfortable as you can in an upturned, broken, leaking, semi-trailer I took a firmer grip on Ken, visualised the healing symbols and felt the energy flow from my palms. Almost instantly he began to relax and so did I. A feeling of calm settled in the cabin and I could hear the two men bashing away at the driver’s door. The noise faded again and our world shrunk down to two men in a little metal box, ‘How’s it going Ken?’ – ‘Not too bad at all Mate.’ – ‘Good, it won’t be long now.’ I hope. I knew fire and rescue wouldn’t be coming anytime soon and I wished those two blokes outside would hurry up. Thoughts about people being incinerated in vehicles kept popping up, putting them to one side I concentrated on the healing. Crank! The driver’s door was dragged open and a bearded face filled my vision, ‘You blokes okay?’ – ‘Yeah Mate, we’re fine.’ Changing my grip on Ken, I shifted my feet, ‘Can you get his foot out of the wheel?’ – ‘No worries.’ Ken flinched and I hung onto him as Mr Beard eased his foot out from the steering wheel and lowered it gently. I felt the healing energy crank up and said to Mr Beard, ‘Can you come in and help me get Ken out?’ He took another look inside and replied, ‘You’re joking, right?’
No, I wasn’t joking. Moving my left arm along Ken’s leg I took as much weight as possible, crouched down and tried to shuffle out of the passenger door. Nope, that wouldn’t work. Imagine a Greyhound humping a tennis ball and that was the position I found myself in. Lowering Ken so his head was out on the ground, I moved up to his feet, held them together as he dragged himself into the ditch. Lowering them down onto the ground I managed to crawl over him, hold him under the arms and while he dug his good foot into the ground pulled him backwards. Laying him down for a moment in the shade of the trailer looming over us, I stretched my back. Looking up onto the embankment I saw Mr Beard and his offsider with a blanket, “Bring that down here, we’ll use it to carry him out.’ – ‘No way.’ He threw the blanket to me and I managed to roll Ken on to it, and then dragged him up the bank. That’s when the eager beavers came to help. We took Ken down the road a ways and made him comfortable. A woman stood on the other side of the road amongst a little group of gawkers, and called out that she was a nurse and I should be doing this and that, ‘Well come over and help me then.’ – ‘No, it’s dangerous.’
With Ken comfortable I kept the Reiki going. A quick check revealed a few more scrapes on his ribs, man he was going to have some bruising. With his leg supported and Lorelle by his side I returned to the semi, picked up his wallet, mobile phone, GPS and log book and took them back to him. I started the Reiki again and waited. An ambulance turned up ten minutes later and two paramedics approached us. I said goodbye to Ken, walked up to the first paramedic and said, “Mate, I don’t care whether you believe it or not but I’ve been doing Reiki on the driver. He’s not feeling too much pain right now but I reckon his left ankle is busted badly and he has a couple of broken ribs on the right.’ I walked off, jumped in my Utility and we drove away. Lorelle chatted for a while then said, ‘You know another semi pulled up when you were in the cab? Well, when I said you were in with the driver, he said, better him than me, diesel fuel is way to volatile these days and he drove away.’ So there we have it, Reiki can be used anywhere at anytime. Oh and we were early for the funeral.
Next week: Dogs really are man’s best friend.