Healing in pubs and restaurants is usually fun. It surprises those healed, who feel better even in noisy surroundings.
Yesterday, as we watched colourful lights of Margate twinkle across the sea towards us in the Lighthouse Bar at the end of the harbour, my friend winced. "Ow," she exclaimed, rubbing her stomach. "My colitis has flared up again. Can you heal the pain?"
Noise in the Lighthouse Bar was a happy hubbub of friendly discussion. I assessed her pain. It was a score of 50 out of 100 (100 is the worst it could be). She said it stabbed sharply, and made her feel very tired. I placed my hands on the worst pain, and brought through low frequency healing energy in a high amplitude. "I can feel heat and fluttering," my friend said. After a few minutes the stabbing reduced to an ache and a score of 30, with less tiredness.
A married couple arrived. The large, loud-mouthed husband shouted negative WW2 opinions. His aggressive body language was horrid to watch as I healed. Occasionally, his wife tried to offer an opinion softly and gently. But before she could finish a sentence he'd yell abusive comments like, "Your ideas are ridiculous!" or "You're so stupid to think that!"
She was obviously an abused wife. Others in the Lighthouse stared at the man, who was oblivious to everything except his opinion.
During the commotion, I continued healing. After another few minutes the score reduced to 15, a slight ache. But my friend felt worse. The abusive husband had brought memories of a previous relationship.
"My ex-partner yelled and hit me," my friend said. "He threw me up stairs... I have difficulty talking about it... that man's shouting brought up my feelings... and... um... your healing... it feels like pins and needles... it's flowing up my back... it's healing my shoulders... um... it's releasing my emotions..."
The husband jabbed his finger hard at his wife's face and shouted, "Listen to me!". She just looked at him meekly as he verbally slapped her down and shouted another opinion of WW2.
Enough was enough. I called across to him, put my fingers to my lips, and hissed long and loudly, "Shhhh..."
He glared at me. I glared back, sending him energy of love. He lowered his eyes and his voice. Soon his wife was able to speak gently to him, without so much interruption.
Soon after, my friend was astonished. Her pain reduced to zero. Her emotions disappeared. And her energy increased. "I'm a bio-scientist," she said. "Those results are amazing!"
"For me, it's like having a cup of tea," I said. "Normal."
As the husband and wife left, I called out, "Goodbye". The man glared, but the wife waved and smiled. It's probably not often someone quiets him.
It felt great the husband had been so negative. I'd been able to help not just my friend's colitis pain, but also her provoked emotions. And I'd put a spoke in the wheel for the wife for her future. Three healings at once. That Lighthouse is a beacon of healing Light. Another great day at the office.
Yesterday, as we watched colourful lights of Margate twinkle across the sea towards us in the Lighthouse Bar at the end of the harbour, my friend winced. "Ow," she exclaimed, rubbing her stomach. "My colitis has flared up again. Can you heal the pain?"
Noise in the Lighthouse Bar was a happy hubbub of friendly discussion. I assessed her pain. It was a score of 50 out of 100 (100 is the worst it could be). She said it stabbed sharply, and made her feel very tired. I placed my hands on the worst pain, and brought through low frequency healing energy in a high amplitude. "I can feel heat and fluttering," my friend said. After a few minutes the stabbing reduced to an ache and a score of 30, with less tiredness.
A married couple arrived. The large, loud-mouthed husband shouted negative WW2 opinions. His aggressive body language was horrid to watch as I healed. Occasionally, his wife tried to offer an opinion softly and gently. But before she could finish a sentence he'd yell abusive comments like, "Your ideas are ridiculous!" or "You're so stupid to think that!"
She was obviously an abused wife. Others in the Lighthouse stared at the man, who was oblivious to everything except his opinion.
During the commotion, I continued healing. After another few minutes the score reduced to 15, a slight ache. But my friend felt worse. The abusive husband had brought memories of a previous relationship.
"My ex-partner yelled and hit me," my friend said. "He threw me up stairs... I have difficulty talking about it... that man's shouting brought up my feelings... and... um... your healing... it feels like pins and needles... it's flowing up my back... it's healing my shoulders... um... it's releasing my emotions..."
The husband jabbed his finger hard at his wife's face and shouted, "Listen to me!". She just looked at him meekly as he verbally slapped her down and shouted another opinion of WW2.
Enough was enough. I called across to him, put my fingers to my lips, and hissed long and loudly, "Shhhh..."
He glared at me. I glared back, sending him energy of love. He lowered his eyes and his voice. Soon his wife was able to speak gently to him, without so much interruption.
Soon after, my friend was astonished. Her pain reduced to zero. Her emotions disappeared. And her energy increased. "I'm a bio-scientist," she said. "Those results are amazing!"
"For me, it's like having a cup of tea," I said. "Normal."
As the husband and wife left, I called out, "Goodbye". The man glared, but the wife waved and smiled. It's probably not often someone quiets him.
It felt great the husband had been so negative. I'd been able to help not just my friend's colitis pain, but also her provoked emotions. And I'd put a spoke in the wheel for the wife for her future. Three healings at once. That Lighthouse is a beacon of healing Light. Another great day at the office.
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