Spirituality: Amazing Grace II

Stepping into the home of my first official healer, I also step across the invisible threshold set up in my childhood, designed to protect me from illusion, traveling medicine wagons and promises of false cures.

“What an odd place to be,” I think.

The woman I am seeing trained with Barbara Brennan, which means she has done a substantial amount of self-work, as well as completing a full battery of academic science credits in anatomy, physiology and psychology.  She also possesses the gift of second sight—the means by which she does her healing work; thus, she can “see” energetically.  (Think Superman’s x-ray vision plus a clear view of all of the new-age aura phenomena.)

At some point during our interview,  I realize that I have actually met her once at Doctor Helen’s, where she turned away from me as though I were a street-walker with a heroin problem who had just crawled out of the gutter intent on crashing  Doctor Helen’s place for a plate of free food.  I wondered what she was seeing.  Her face readily confessed that, whatever she was seeing, it was not pretty.  The reaction seemed peculiar to me as I lead a pretty laced-up existence.

And, with my ego in full form at that moment, I thought, “Healer or not, she certainly is no candidate for poker in Vegas.”

So, here we were, seated across from one another in her remodeled and meticulously kept office, having a brief interview about why I am interested in a session.  Doctor Helen sent me.  What do I hope to get out of the session?  Better.

“Pragmatic.  I must keep an open mind.  I must remain pragmatic,” I am almost humming the mantra of the hour as I make myself comfortable on the healing table.

We begin and my third-eye flies open.  This is amazing.

Watching as she works her way through my energetic centers, she starts with the base chakra.  No serious stuff here.  Second chakra is a little wobbly.  Third chakra needs attention.  The filter is completely missing.  She realigns this energetic center, replacing the filter and giving me some tips about ensuring the filter’s proper placement and continued presence in my life.  Moving up, my heart seems to be suffering from some road burn.  I witness bits of gravel leaving.  Throat is cranky, looking something like the tin-man’s throat chakra needing some oil.

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My third-eye is amazing, the crown-jewel of my system.  This would be my gift.  I feel profound gratitude for my new ability to actually see what is going on spiritually.  I will no longer have to rely upon merely sensing things, nor will I have to deal with people telling me I am excessively sensitive or, worse, that I possess an over-active imagination.  Second sight provides something of a visual confirmation for that which is unseen.  This is Reality.  My healthy skepticism will provide a balancing counterpoint to my gift.

At the top of my head, my crown seems to be over-stuffed, metaphorically, with antiquated space junk, which is logical in light of the mantra on pragmatism I have been using to integrate all of the new modalities and information coming in.  Where is the NASA clean-up crew?

We are finished.  The session is over.  I am left on the table with a timer ticking so that I do not rise too quickly.  It happened all too fast.  While I gel on the healing table, I hear water running in the sink upstairs.

And, although I am glimmering with Light, there is a fresh sorrow in my heart at not being able to stay in this state of Grace just a little bit longer.

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