Thirty years ago, my sister was ill. Desperately ill. After being failed by both G.P and the local hospital she was, at last, being cared for at University College Hospital in London, on the Adolescent Oncology Unit which is part of the Teenage Cancer Trust. Mum was travelling up and down on the train during Jackie’s chemo sessions, and then bringing her home and nursing her between chemo sessions. My Dad and brother were running the family farm, where I also worked whilst raising my own family and studying for a degree. It was a busy time, full of comings and goings, phone calls, tests, news of test results, trying to keep life as normal as possible in an abnormal situation. I remember it as a blurry rollercoaster of a time.
I also remember feeling a bit helpless. Aside from popping in to see my sister and either chatting rubbish or watching her sleep because she was so exhausted, there wasn’t much I could do apart from try and hang in there for her.
At the time, I was living about 25 miles away, next door to a unique lady who happened to be a psychic medium and healer. We were, and still are, friends. We drank a lot of tea and coffee and ate a lot of cake between us, as we put the world to rights on many matters. We had a lot in common, including writing and studying for degrees.
And when she heard of my sister’s illness she invited me to join a healing and meditation circle she ran from a little outbuilding in her back garden. ‘You can be a channel for healing for your sister,’ she said.
So I went.
I didn’t know what to expect. I had no preconceptions about what healing was, let alone being a channel for it. But I was suitably curious and, with news of a poor prognosis for Jackie fresh in my mind - four months of life left if she was lucky - I was willing to do anything I could that might help.
Off I trotted next door one Monday evening. My friend introduced me to the healing circle group. I took a seat and joined in the meditation. That was nice - calming and focusing, and blissfully relaxing. And then my friend asked me to move my chair into the centre of the circle. ‘Just sit there,’ she said. ‘And think of your sister.’
So I did. I remember feeling relaxed and sleepy from the meditation. I felt safe and comfortable. I was vaguely aware of my friend talking to the healing circle members. Of her moving to stand behind me...
And then...
...an enormous surge of energy whooshed into the base of my spine and rocketed up my back and out through the top of my head! Blimey, but it was like being hit by lightning - powerful, startling, hot and edgy, tingly, bordering on discomfort. It made me sit bolt upright in my chair, and grip the seat with both hands, so convinced was I that I was going to take off through the roof of the building to create a passable impersonation of a fiery comet zipping across the night sky. It was, quite frankly, exhilarating!
Well! That was it. I wanted to know more about healing, about working with universal energies. You can’t experience something like that, and shrug your shoulders and walk away, can you? Talk about a baptism of fire.
I continued attending circle meetings, learning about meditation, spirit guides, channelling healing energies, and so much more. I am convinced that the dose of healing energy that was channelled through me to my sister extended her life a further year. No argument will sway me otherwise.
The first footstep of a long, long journey had been taken...
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