What did Friday the 13th bring for you? For me it brought a patient. Marcus (his pseudonym), was speaking with friends on the ship over supper, when he suddenly seemed startled. Supper’s not that bad, I thought. Marcus turned to a friend, Bert. ‘Can you heal my knee? Pain suddenly started.’
Hmm.... feels like advanced healing is needed. ‘May I have a go?’ I asked.
I placed my hand on the precise knee-pain spot. ‘Gosh, I can feel heat,’ Marcus exclaimed. ‘All over. I’m really hot all over. Ow! The pain just moved to my elbow.’
I repeated the process and placed my hand on the precise elbow-pain spot. ‘Wow, that heat is boiling,’ Marcus said. ‘It’s like hot water flooding me everywhere. Ow! The pain just moved to my neck.’
Oh no, my least favourite healing need – a pain that moves anywhere in the body, fast. This type of pain is tough to heal because it seems to ‘consciously’ and deliberately escape from the healing.
‘This might take longer than normal,’ I said. ‘Would you mind coming to my cabin?’
Marcus sat looking out of the cabin window at Barbados docks, where giant cranes picked huge containers from a ship, and swung them ashore.
I need a giant crane to lift this energy out, I thought. This pain feels like a long-term problem. ‘It’s not a problem,’ I reassured. ‘How long have you had it?’
‘About 40 years. It’s a long-term problem. No therapy helps because the pain just escapes out of the way to a different part of my body.’
As expected. Oh dear. Friday the 13th and I find a semi-intelligent energy. Marcus is its host body.
‘Nothing’s living in you.’ I reassured again. No point in scaring Marcus further. ‘May I ask, were you sexually abused as a child?’
‘Yes,’ he said matter-of-factly, and cried. ‘40 years ago my parents died in a car crash and foster parents sexually abused me.’ He cried more. It’s terrible that last year a study showed children suffer more abuse in foster homes than they do at home. ‘I had the pain ever since.’
As expected. Every case I’ve had of such moving pains started with sexual abuse as a child. As if semi-intelligent energies are attracted by that type of negative energy. ‘The good news is,’ I said, ‘that if we get rid of it, you’ll have an instant cure on many levels. Because that pain-energy may have held you back in life.’
‘It did!’ Marcus exclaimed. ‘I was bedridden for years, because the moving pain debilitated me. It affected my thinking, my relationships. When I think or do goodness, pain starts again, badly. No doctor or therapist can help.’
Yep, a tough case on Friday 13th. That’s how it is. I’ll try Saturation Therapy.
After 50 minutes of intensive work, Marcus smiled tentatively, unsure how he felt. ‘I feel great,’ he said at last. ‘Peaceful and calm... No pain anywhere. Phew! I’ve not been pain free in 40 years.’
‘Return to your cabin and rest,’ I advised. ‘After 40 years, let energies consolidate and integrate fully.’
‘I will,’ he said, ‘except Bert wants me to drink with him. He goes home tomorrow. It’s our last night on the ship.’
Oh no, here we go. Intensive Saturation Therapy should cure him. But he won’t rest, to let the energies integrate. Bad luck on him, maybe.
‘You coming for a drink too,’ he said as he left cheerfully.
‘No thank you,’ I replied. ‘It’s Friday 13th.’ Unlucky for him, if he doesn’t let the healing work deeply enough.
Hmm.... feels like advanced healing is needed. ‘May I have a go?’ I asked.
I placed my hand on the precise knee-pain spot. ‘Gosh, I can feel heat,’ Marcus exclaimed. ‘All over. I’m really hot all over. Ow! The pain just moved to my elbow.’
I repeated the process and placed my hand on the precise elbow-pain spot. ‘Wow, that heat is boiling,’ Marcus said. ‘It’s like hot water flooding me everywhere. Ow! The pain just moved to my neck.’
Oh no, my least favourite healing need – a pain that moves anywhere in the body, fast. This type of pain is tough to heal because it seems to ‘consciously’ and deliberately escape from the healing.
‘This might take longer than normal,’ I said. ‘Would you mind coming to my cabin?’
Marcus sat looking out of the cabin window at Barbados docks, where giant cranes picked huge containers from a ship, and swung them ashore.
I need a giant crane to lift this energy out, I thought. This pain feels like a long-term problem. ‘It’s not a problem,’ I reassured. ‘How long have you had it?’
‘About 40 years. It’s a long-term problem. No therapy helps because the pain just escapes out of the way to a different part of my body.’
As expected. Oh dear. Friday the 13th and I find a semi-intelligent energy. Marcus is its host body.
‘Nothing’s living in you.’ I reassured again. No point in scaring Marcus further. ‘May I ask, were you sexually abused as a child?’
‘Yes,’ he said matter-of-factly, and cried. ‘40 years ago my parents died in a car crash and foster parents sexually abused me.’ He cried more. It’s terrible that last year a study showed children suffer more abuse in foster homes than they do at home. ‘I had the pain ever since.’
As expected. Every case I’ve had of such moving pains started with sexual abuse as a child. As if semi-intelligent energies are attracted by that type of negative energy. ‘The good news is,’ I said, ‘that if we get rid of it, you’ll have an instant cure on many levels. Because that pain-energy may have held you back in life.’
‘It did!’ Marcus exclaimed. ‘I was bedridden for years, because the moving pain debilitated me. It affected my thinking, my relationships. When I think or do goodness, pain starts again, badly. No doctor or therapist can help.’
Yep, a tough case on Friday 13th. That’s how it is. I’ll try Saturation Therapy.
After 50 minutes of intensive work, Marcus smiled tentatively, unsure how he felt. ‘I feel great,’ he said at last. ‘Peaceful and calm... No pain anywhere. Phew! I’ve not been pain free in 40 years.’
‘Return to your cabin and rest,’ I advised. ‘After 40 years, let energies consolidate and integrate fully.’
‘I will,’ he said, ‘except Bert wants me to drink with him. He goes home tomorrow. It’s our last night on the ship.’
Oh no, here we go. Intensive Saturation Therapy should cure him. But he won’t rest, to let the energies integrate. Bad luck on him, maybe.
‘You coming for a drink too,’ he said as he left cheerfully.
‘No thank you,’ I replied. ‘It’s Friday 13th.’ Unlucky for him, if he doesn’t let the healing work deeply enough.
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