Yesterday I had hypnotherapy for the first time and it was marvellous. My heart spoke, my womb spoke, my throat spoke and my mind spoke. When all were invited to be incorporated, my feet were buzzing, energy moved up my legs, throughout my body and my hands tingled. Magic hands. These words came to me. My whole body was happy. Tears had streamed from my heart, from my womb and from my throat, tears of sadness and tears of joy.
After brain surgery I had a dream, which felt actually more like I had awoken in the night. I felt a dark presence and was too afraid to move from the bed to get up and go to the toilet. I was in my room upstairs at my parents’ house with mum and dad asleep downstairs. It must have been after midnight. Then a voice told me that yes there were dark forces, but the light is winning and I am a part of this. You are a healer. I woke in the morning with such a deep sense of peace and I knew that I only had to place my hands on my dad’s sore foot and it would heal. But I was afraid to find out that this was not true so I didn’t do it.
I continued to not do it for two years. I took a course in pranic healing but found the process too long-winded. I couldn’t be bothered to go get a load of salt from Bunnings. Then a month ago I had a sore foot and decided to see if I could heal it. I also had kept pulling the Ixchel Goddess card. You are a healer, you’re being healed. I thought, why not? I wrapped my hands around my foot as I sat in bed and envisioned golden light there, saying the words, I heal my right foot. That was it. Foot stopped hurting. There have been other parts I healed in the time since. On Saturday I felt a cold sore coming on and healed it.
On Mother’s Day mum and I were running across William street when she tripped on some bumps in the road and went flying like superman, coming down hard on her knees. Once I’d helped her up to hobble to a seat. I said, “Mum I’ll heal you.” Her right knee was particularly sore and stiff. On the train I lay my hand on it again and envisioned the golden light there. The next day she was amazed that this knee didn’t hurt, whereas the other one needed an icepack and rest.
Then last Friday hanging with my parents, my dad mentioned he was going to get a cortisol shot for his hip. “Do you want me to heal it?” I said. “But it’s right in the joint,” he said, thinking I was going to massage it. I went around behind him to place my hand on his hip and envisioned it for five minutes or not even. Afterwards he didn’t feel pain anymore, nor the next day. How fun. Wouldn’t this be awesome?!
I continue to do it to myself. What I’ve noticed is that if there’s a reason behind it; like my wrist hurting from writing too much or a cold sore coming on because I haven’t eaten as much fruit and veg as I need to, it isn’t effective. Obviously the issue needs to be addressed for the healing.
At one time I tried to say it in the passive, as in “My right wrist is healed now” because I thought it arrogant to say, “I heal my right wrist.” Who are you Miss?! But the I, I learnt from Bashar, is the all-seeing I of consciousness. I is all-intelligence, the oneness of the universe, universality, Divine being, in the air, the grass, the kangaroos, you and me.
I am a healer. I am healing. I am is healing.
Magic hands. A lot of the hypnotherapy session was spent on writing and healing. Sharing what is in my heart. Connecting. If I don’t have connection in real life, my body will create the situation. My hands heal through writing. I heal too.
Ixchel, I discovered recently, is the Mayan Moon goddess, controlling rain flow and all aspects of water (“Lady Rainbow”), and helping with fertility and childbirth. My kinda lady.
You’re a lightning rod that can conduct the power. Simply connect with it through unyielding clarity of your thought processes.
Doreen Virtue, PH.D., Goddess Guidance Oracle Cards
Commanding power. Be a conduit of the power that already resides within you. Grace and wisdom. Connect to the even bigger Source and allow it to amplify your natural power. Be a steady connector of the Infinite, from the Infinite and to the Infinite. It’s all Spirit: around you, through you, and to whomever you’re healing.
Adapted from Doreen Virtue, P.H.D.
Connecting to the Infinite. Unaware, I got a new moon and lightning bolt tattooed to my wrists to celebrate the best year of my life, fifteen months after the surgery, being here now. Writing is medicine. Magic hands. Hope so.
Wonderlust 