A few years ago when we still had two of our wonderful little family members (our old cats) we would often wake up to headless mice on our lawn and, unfourtunalty sometimes tiny little bank voles. The cats never ate or destroyed the voles, they worried them to death. I don’t no if you’ve ever seen a bank vole, they are the most delightful little creatures. A long pointed nose, little ears and tiny feet almost like little hands.
When I looked out of our window one morning, there on the lawn was a little vole, dead. I had my coffeee did a few jobs around the house and then I decided I would go out into the garden and pick it up and put it in our dustbin, I wouldn’t wait for my husband to come in from work. Collecting any dead creatures from our garden was usually his job.
When I picked this little fellow up I held him gently in my hands. His little head was hanging on one side. As I started walking towards our dustbin I began talking to it. I told it how sorry I was that our cat had killed it. I cupped my hands gently around it as I kept talking and I was conscious of the fact my hands were getting hot. When I reached the dustbin still talking quietly to this little dead creature, I opened the dustbin and I very gently placed it on the top of a box. I put the lid back on and walked away.
About an hour after my husband came home at tea time he asked me if I’d put anything in the dustbin that day? I told him I had, a lovely little dead vole.
“Well it’s not dead now. When I lifted the lid to put some rubbish in a few minutes ago there was a little vole sitting on top of all the rubbish, looking at me as if to say. “ What am I doing here? “ So I’ve put him back into the garden under some bushes. I can assure you he’s very much alive now Isabella.“
“He can’t be, he was dead!”
” Well he’s not now”.
As you can imagine my husband was convinced I was wrong in my prognosis and I was just as convinced I was right.
I guess we will never no, but that little fellow lived to fight another day and I still smile to myself when I remember what happened that day.
Over the years I have had lots of children come to me for healing, and I have loved every minute I have spent with each and every one of them.
At the moment I have three little ones coming for treatments, two girls and a boy.
Now the reason I’m writing this today is because my little boy has been to see me, he’s just turned nine years old. He absolutely loves his treatments, just last time when I had finished he asked if he could have some more please, after already having a full treatment, the time I would have given a grown man.
Many years ago I decided I wanted to give the children a little thank you gift from me for being so good.
I happen to love butterflies and my healing room is full of them. Every size available and all pretty gentle colours with lots of sparkle. I managed to find a supplier of the very small ones and I bought a box of each colour. So after each treatment each liitle girl gets to choose a butterfly as a gift.
So what could I give the boys?
A family memeber was in Afghanistan many years ago and brought me back a huge piece of Lapis Lazuli, it’s the most beautiful blue imaginable. He was also able to source some small smooth bits of lapis. So I have a beautiful lapis bowl full of small smooth pieces of lapis that feel wonderful to the touch and the colour is perfect, perfect for a boy.
Now the first time I told this little boy he could choose a piece of lapis for himself, he asked me if he could please have one for his brother. He said he would just take the one, but he would like to give it to his brother and would that be alright ? Trust me, he meant every word. This is a very kind caring little man.
I told him because he was being so kind, he could choose two, one for himself and one for his brother.
He comes to see me every six weeks now to keep his energy strong, and he loves it.
Six weeks ago he chose quite a big piece of Lapis for himself, which was unusual, he normally chooses very small pieces. I explained to him he could use this bit as a gratitude (thank you) stone, and he asked me what that meant, so I explained .
I told him that whenever he picked that particular bit of Lapis up from his bedside table, he could stop for a few moments and think of all the things he would like to says thank you for, all the things he was grateful for.
He could say thank you for a wonderful mother and father, he could say thank you for a great brother, so I asked him what he would like to say thank you for today.
And this was his answer.
“I would like to say thank you for the wonderful treatment I have just had”.....
Trust me - it doesn’t get much better than that.
I had tears in my eyes. I thanked him for his very kind thought and he gave me a hug.
That’s why I love what I do.
Thank you Lord for guiding me to what I was meant to be doing so many years ago now.
Blessings to one and all.
It’s just dawned on me that I have just missed an opportunity, the thoughts I recorded yesterday about me not going to Linda’s funeral is all about me being able to say No.
When Linda’s husband rang me last week with the sad news that she had passed over, I immediately told him I would be going to her funeral, that was my first thought and would he please ring me as soon as he knew the arrangements.
I never stopped to think. And....how many times do we all do that I wonder?
Unfourtunatly our son was unable to come so that left me on my own, and that’s when I realised I had made the wrong choice. Fortunately for me, I learnt along time ago that’s it’s alright to say no. I rang Linda’s husband,I apologised and told him why. Of course he understood.
Some of my patients over the years have found it very difficult to say no to so many things, especially to their children. You try and tell your teenage daughter that she can’t go to that party on Saturday night because you don’t know if she’ll be safe, with her telling you that Everyone else is going and your the bad mother.
I have a friend who wanted me to give a very good friend of hers a treatment on a day that I didn’t work. She was insisting that I saw her on that day. I kept saying no. She kept telling me that her friend was a very important person and that was the only day she could come to my home, so I would have to see her then. So I very calmly but firmly explained to her that like everyone else there are days when I work and there are days that I either rest, or I do all my other chores. And, as a wife mother and grandmother with a home and garden to look after, apart for the fact I have MS, I was not going to give in. I need my days off. She was not at all happy with me.
I have often said we all need to say no without feeling guilty, but we can say it gently.
Sorry I've been away.
I've been having a bit of bother with the Weebly App I was using. I was useing it on my ipad. The problem for me is I don't have a moble phone, they don't work where we live. So my ipad is my only real option.
I have been having trouble since day one last week, it wouldn't let me sign out, and that meant that I couldn't sign in correctly. My husband was having to cancel the app each and every day and reload it, and that couldn't go on. So, we contacted Weebly in America and they are trying to correct the problem for us. It also happened when they tested it on their ipads......So I've caused a bit of bother. I'm now using our home main computer. It's upstairs in a room with no view and I don't like being here for to long. Its just the office and I would not like to work in it everyl day. I like to be able to see our garden.
Now where was I.
Linda's funeral is going to be on Wednesday, but I've decided not to go, I'm sure Linda won't mind.
Being very honest I don't want to be at the cremetoriam on my own. I don't know any of her friends, I don't know any of her reletives or neighbours. I've known LInda for thirty five years and in all of that time I've never heard her mention any relatives, other than a sister she fell out with many years ago and that's sad.
You see we weren't real friends although we knew each other really well. She was never part of my life or circle of freinds; she was a patient. A patient I cared about, like all of my parients.
The thought of being at the crematorium all on my own, no I'm not going to do that. LInda has gone now and may she fly high and have fun with her son. God bless them both.
Now the next time I come back, I've got loads of different things for me to record and to share.
By for now.
i would like to write this now before I forget. I still don’t know when Linda’s funeral will be, but I’m sure her husband will ring me when he knows.
I’m so pleased I’ve started to write my blog as it’s going to be my way of remembering things. Things and events I’m going to need to remember for my future writing. I’ve been pretty good so far being able to recal events and memories but as I get older I’m sure to forget things and a lot of those things are really interesting and useful for everyone, so this will be my way of recording for my future books.
About three months ago Linda told me that while she had been away in America on holiday five years ago, she had a problem with her heart and she needed to go into hospital for an operation. While she was under the anaesthetic she said she saw her son and he told her she could stay with him if she would like to or, she could go back and be with her husband (his father). She said she told him she would like a little bit longer with his father, so she came back. That was five years ago.
Since Linda was diagnosed with cancer four years ago she was able to visit America three times for holidays and Australia twice for six weeks each time. She was never in any pain and up until just before last Christmas she was playing badminton at least once a week. The tumours in her liver disappeared, the tumours on her lungs shrank but then they found tumours on her spine, and signs of it in her brain.
Now these are just my thoughts.
I feel as if God has been very kind to Linda. She could have suffered terribly during the last few weeks and months of her life the way the cancer was spreading, but she didn’t and she hasn’t. Walking in her high heeled clogs on Friday, stroke on Saturday night and taken gently in her sleep seven days later, thank you Lord for being kind to her and yes, I’ve got tears in my eyes as I write this. But now I’m not going to forget her story. To be honest I don’t think I would have, I’ll definitely not now.
I know you would not have been alone when you passed over Linda, your precious boy would have been there for you.
So for now, Love and blessings to you both.
it was only a week past Friday when Linda came for her last treatment with me. She was doing so well after suffering from the side affects of some new tablets. They had left her almost unable to speak and with very blurred vision so she could see where to walk on her own. She had been coming to me twice a week for the previous three weeks and she was getting stronger again each day. She walked in by herself that Friday on her high healed clogs that quite frankly I would have broken my neck if I’d tried to walk in them.
It was during that treatment that I told her I had started to write her sons story. She had tears in her eyes when I asked her to please think of a title for his chapter. I told her she could have anything she wanted and whatever she decided it should be, that’s exactly what I would call it.
Her husband has since told me they had a lovely day on the Saturday deciding where they would go on their holidays. Instead of going abroad they were going to go down south for two weeks and then to Scotland for two more.
When he woke on the Sunday morning she was half in and half out of the bed and he couldn’t rouse her. She was taken into hospital and never regained consciousness. She apparently passed away very peacefully in her sleep early last Sunday. She just slept away. Her husband wasn’t with her because the hospital hadn’t thought to ring him, as she hadn’t been expected to die so soon.
I could kick myself.
I saw her on the Friday, she had a major stroke in her sleep during Saturday night Sunday morning, and the following Sunday she passed away. She never got the chance to give me the title for the chapter all about her son, in my new book. If only I had asked her a few weeks before.
Hindsight Is a wonderful thing.
If I’d followed my instincts I would have asked her months ago, but I thought I had time. When oh when will I learn?
Yet another lesson for me.
Blessings to one and all
I have spent the past thirty years of my life as a Spiritual Healer and as you can imagine I’ve been able to learn a huge amount from all the people I have met and helped. It’s been an absolute privilege to have been a small part of their lives and their healing and an amazing and uplifting journey for me. But it’s not always easy and it doesn’t always have a happy ending, although in some ways an ending can come with a smile for the gentle way in which a dear Soul passes. And that’s what has just happened. A patient and friend passed away peacefully on Sunday morning. Oh boy, I’m going to miss her. My love and prayers go out to her husband who has stood beside her over the past four years as we have walked by her side since her diagnosis 4 years ago.
Linda got intouch with me four years ago when she was told she had tumours in her liver and also on her lungs.
Now just a brief history. Her precious only child died some 17 years ago now at the age of twenty five. I am writing his amazing story now, in book four, because he also came to me as a patient, when he was given a week to live. He was able to have another three amazing years. As you can imagine her heart arche was never very far away. So much so she couldn’t see my son last Christmas when he came home with his family to stay and she was due to come for a treatment. She told me she could not face him, it would be too upsetting for her even though many years had passed.
I know she will be with her precious boy now, so no need to worry about her, but for those of us left behind, the tears will not be far away. I couldn’t say she was a friend because we never went out together over all those years, but I probably knew her better than her closest friend. Over the weeks and months she came with her son and over the past four years everyt two and then every week, secrets were shared, hopes and dreams and lots of bits and pieces. We laughed and we cried together. But that’s all in the life of a healer. We listen, we love unconditionally without any reproach and we care. So to all healers all over the world tonight. God bless each and every one of you. You don’t know how loved and respected and needed you all are.
Blessings to one and all.
I did one comment on this page four years ago when my first book was published, but it was a comments page at the time, I didn’t know or understand what a blog page was back then. It could be said I’m a bit of a Dinasour when it comes to anything to do with modern gadgets. So for me to be doing this is something of a miracle.
I do know my son is rather worried in case his mother somehow manages to change my web page without realising what I’m doing. I’ll try and be careful and not undo his great work.
I’ve got to be honest and tell you I’ve already lost my first blog, I deleted it by mistake. I’m sure that won’t be the last time that happens.
Before I start writing I would like to apologise to everyone for any mistakes I may make now and in the future. My grammar is not the best. If it wasn’t for the fantastic support team I have around me (you’ll find all of their names in my first two books) I would not have two amazingly well produced published books.
Book three is being edited as I speak and I’ve made a great start on book four, so please keep a look out for my next published book.
Got to go and prepare the tea, I’ll be back soon.....