I called the nurse's station on the 9th floor- orthopedics. Surgical patients are not my usual lot, but I enjoy a change. They weren't sure how long she would be staying so I went over right then because she would really enjoy a treatment and it turned out she really needed one.
We were interrupted.... by an EKG team and then a doctor who read the EKG. All looks good, but the doctor had a bunch of questions about her health history and her earlier anxiety episode. The doctor was a lovely woman who spoke with great kindness and honest intentions. The patient commented on her lovely bedside manner and told her that the nuns at her former school would be proud. The doctor got tears in her eyes. She was touched. We all spoke warmly about the power of women together healing each other. mmmm pure goodness moment.
After the doctor left, I continued with my pain drain. The patient guided me the whole time... told me to ground down through my feel... both feet and relax and allow. My right hand was sending the pain into the middle of the earth and my left hand was on her heart. She cried a little bit.. 'This is harder than I thought it would be'. She was happy to release that emotion. Then we filled up the heart with energy... I turned my right palm upward and asked for divine energy... allowed it.. not forcing.. like a fog/mist in my hand slowly absorbing into my hand and traveling to her heart. She guided me with all the imagery.
It was time to remove the pain from her abdomen. She put my hands where she needed them... and knew when things were going to be released... She told me to work energy out my back as well as my front. She saw angels. I felt them at my back. Breathe it in through your back and exhale it out your front. I recalled how many times, helpers appeared behind me.. animals, angels, mystical historical figures that people base a religion upon.... :) and realized that they were adding their effort through my back.
I had to go, but she said to me... Can you be back? I see you being back about noon. :) HA! I told her I would come after yoga and I did. She commented how she had tried all of these things on her own, but they hadn't been very effective. She once asked her Medicine Woman about why it doesn't work to heal yourself.... and the Medicine Woman said, 'Because we are not God. We need others to heal.'
The second session began with some work on her husband. She felt like they were exchanging anxiety between them and he needed some high heart work as well. I finished with a little shoulder rub for her husband and a thank you for taking care of her while she healed.
And then pure magic happened.... first she said her angels were talking to my angels to discuss the course of action. When this had been determined (gees I should have asked her for the names of my angels), my angels communicated it to me... and I felt like holding on to her ankle and moving up to her knee. I stopped at her knee and she said - WOW a Medicine Man is going to work through you. He is your hands, just move like you feel you need to move. So.. I made a salve (with imaginary ingredients - some honey, flowers, and leaves) and put them on her knee. I removed two screws and saw animals bear, bison, and hawk that were also helping the medicine man 'repair' the knee. He told her that we were lucky. Usually Native American Medicine Men don't work through white people ON white people so we were in a special place. I felt honored.
The Medicine Man ended with the bison laying his chin on her knee and closing his eyes. Then my healing animal the female wolf laid on her shoulder... like a cat. She did a quick reading on me... she said my hips were off and that was because I wasn't going forward full hearted in one direction. I had a wheel at my chest with all my options as different colors on the spokes of the wheel. She said my choice was the orange one. I knew what that meant. :)
PS I wrote an email to the doctor who stopped in the first time and she said that her visit with us made her day! :) YAY for the sisterhood of healers! EE
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