After treating a patient, most of the time a healer never knows what becomes of them. But sometimes serendipity plays its part.
It’s a bit sad really, sometimes I can spend weeks and months helping someone and during that time I often become fond of them. Then when I feel the healing energy has done it’s part in helping the patient become well and balanced again, we part company never to see or speak to each other again. So I often don’t know how my ex-patients are getting on. Sometimes I do wonder how a particular patients is doing and that’s a bit sad, but that’s my job and my life.
Now just a little while ago my husband was working about thirty miles from our home, when the man of the house asked him if his wife was still working as a healer?
”Yes” said my husband.
“Well I would like to tell you, that your wife changed our granddaughters life. We were very worried about her for quite a long time before she was directed to see her. Please tell your wife that’s she’s now a very happy young lady, who loves her job and her life. And as her grandparents we would like to pass on our thanks.”
My husband promised him he would tell me, and of course he did.
And strangely enough, their granddaughter had popped into my head on more than one occasion over the previous three years with me wondering how she was doing.
Sometimes, just sometimes we do find out and it’s lovely.
It has to be helping a person to pass over from this world to the next with no fear.
And thankfully I have been able to do this on more than one occasion.
I’ve just spent the past three weeks (in my allotted writing time) writing the story of a very special patient of mine. From the first time he came to see me, to his life before his first visit (he was a good friend of our sons since they were both little boys). To the very last journey he ever took with me at his side, on an entirely different level of awareness.
That last joinery of his was almost as amazing for me, as it was for him.
I had no idea what I was doing at the time, and I most defiantly had no idea what was going to happen.
But I can look back now with a smile and say ‘Thank You ‘ to the powers that be for helping me to help a very deserving 25 year old young man.
His amazing story will be published in my fourth book, and it’s a long story, but here is just a taster.
He was just two years old when he had his first kidney removed due to cancer.
He was eighteen years old when he had his second kidney removed.
He was 21 years old when he first asked for my help because of an inoperable tumour in his stomach.
He was given a week to live the day my son took the phone call asking if he could come and see me for a treatment, and it was over four years later before he went home, four good years.
I would also like to tell you that I left him in Heaven with the biggest smile on his face and that’s how his family and friends were to see him as he lay in his open coffin. Just as if he was sleeping in the middle of a lovely dream.
The undertakers told his parents that never in all the years they had been in business had they ever seen such a happy corpse. They didn’t need to try and make him look good for his parents or his friends to be able to see him. He looked great all by himself. His face looked so happy with its huge smile.
What a reassuring way for his mum and dad to be able to remember there precious boy.
And what an amazing unusual site to behold for all his friends and extended family on the day of his funeral.
A happy smiling corpse!
And what a privilege and joy for me to have been a part of his very last journey.
Every time I blog I forget to promote myself and the person who is trying his very best to keep me right...least said!
So I’m adding this extra bit on to try and correct myself.
This silver surfer will learn one day, I promise.
And, I would like to put this PS onto this short blog.
Would Karen for Alnwick please get in touch and give me your correct contact details. I’ve tried to mail you back, but your info to me was wrong. Check your emails!!! And I will get back to you.
I’ve spent the past few days going through a huge pile of magazines. From up market home designs, to new kitchens and bathrooms. How to redesign your home on a budget and so much more.
We are hoping to move house in the next few months, so my family and friends have kindly supplied me with all their cast off mags for me to demolish. And demolish them I have.
I’ve spent hours scouring through them looking for ideas. Every page of interest has been torn out and kept, and the rest of the mag has gone into the recycling bin.
We have found a house we would love to buy, our offer has been accepted, all we need to do now is sell our home.
Our home has been on the market for a very long time. We have dropped the price way down low, but it’s still not sold. Why? Because we live way out in the country side.
It’s a magical place to be, but no one seems to want to buy a beautifully modernised large home, full of character and charm. With a beautiful three quarter acre garden to enjoy on a summers day and log burners to snuggle beside (but not to close or you’ll roast) on cold frosty nights.
Most young couples now seem to prefer modern living on new estates. The thought of my neighbours being able to peer into the rooms in my home fills me with horror, but that’s what people seem to want theses days and are used to.
Me, I like my privacy.
The house we have offered on is a lovely bungalow on a quiet housing estate, and not one window from anyone else looking into this house or garden. So my privacy will be intact and that for me is very important. But it needs modernising, so that’s why I’m scouring the magazines for ideas.
Years ago I loved ‘things’.
I had a huge collection of old cups and sauces, also a large collection of old plates. I had a very large antique dresser that I displayed the cups and sauces on and oh, I’ve forgotten about my collection of china jugs.
It used to take me hours to dust them all. The plates were all hung on the walls of our home as if they were large pictures. And again, they all had to be cleaned.
Not now, they have all gone.
Why, because I got sick of cleaning them and I didn’t like the fact my home was so full of ‘stuff’. There are far more important things in life for me to do now.
My tastes have changed so much.
I don’t like clutter any more!
I don’t want ‘things’ anymore.
And I must be honest I don’t miss any of them.
I like the freedom that being rid of ‘things’ brings me. So our new home will be ‘things’ free and lovely and light and airy, to allow the energy to flow freely through our house.
But...and it's a huge but, my healing room has always been full of ‘things’. Things people have bought me as little gifts to say thank you to me over the years, and I wouldn’t be without them for the world. So to all my friends and patients...fear not..all of my treasures are going with me and will be in my new healing room, I promise.
Thats all for now folks.