After coming back from a celebratory winter stay in St John, NB, I found, having turned down the electric heat before I left, that my apartment was a chilly 46° F (8° C). The nights had been cold both in Montreal and St John – around 0° F (minus 18° C) and perhaps these two factors, along with other forces, created what I found to be a veritable magic landscape of frost on the front windows. Knowing that this world would disappear as the apartment warmed up – it took two days to do so – I snapped a few photos with my phone and forgot about them. When later I came to look at the photos, I was astonished at how certain figures at the top were clearly illuminated so that they stood out from the other shapes – figures that were unmistakably angels. Later it turned out that these images were harbingers of what was to come.
Susan had been suffering from psoriatic arthritis and a fractured spinal cord. She had been in increasing pain for six years. And the heavy medication was causing her bones to deteriorate. I watched her come up the exterior stairs with great difficulty, one step at a time and holding onto the railing with both hands. She was 66 but looked older.
Although there had been other difficulties before this in her life, these two problems seem to have been somehow “set off” by an incident at work. Her boss was a man who wanted things done a certain way – and only that way. His way. Inadvertently, Susan did something not his way. He screamed at her, possessed by an uncontrollable rage. It was as if something dark entered into her.
Susan had found my web site by surfing the web and through my connection with one of my teachers, Dolores Cannon. She hoped that Dolores’ methods might help uncover the cause of her current situation and that once uncovered some solution could be found. She really needed to know if the whole rest of her life was going to continue to be the torture it had been for six long years now. She had to know.
The session began in the usual way with relaxation and a visit to a “safe place” provided by her own subconscious mind. In this case, it was a beach with sand and large expanses of water, flowers, trees and a great calm. We lingered there for a time making sure that there was a solid and firm foundation in the body for what was to come.
Of course neither of us knew what was to come… . In Dolores Cannon’s method, it is usual to visit one past life and then to ask the higher consciousness to provide helpful information about that life and any other questions of concern. And sometimes that is exactly what takes place. But not always. Not always.
In this case, upon entry into what was supposed to be a past life there was difficulty. Only a few scanty details came through. A sense of confusion. “Yes, I am wearing shoes,” was the only detail to emerge. To the question of whether she was a man or a woman in that life, she replied that perhaps she was a man.
I am very patient with difficult beginnings like this so we took our time. In response to a question about how her body felt she replied that it was getting numb – there was a numbness in the hands, in the legs… and also in the arms. A clear sign that something was taking place energetically.
Then the emotion hit. Not very many tears but a writhing, arching, twisting of the head and upper body. As if she was being held down, tortured and she needed somehow to escape from whatever that was. There were no words, no images; only this manifestation in the body. I spoke of the need to release whatever was creating this and suggested that she needed to go into it and through it in order to leave it behind.
I presumed this was some incident in a past life until Susan said that she felt possessed. “I feel encased, enveloped by something.”
“Yes, it’s like a misplaced energy,” I heard myself say. “It needs to lift off and simply move somewhere else in the universe where it can be more useful. It is not part of you. It does not belong here.”
I asked for help. Help from higher forces. And there began to be a sense of presences in the room. Not that I had summoned them but that they were already there. Forever there. Very quickly there was a feeling that something had lifted off. Something that had been there was no longer there.
Gradually the writhing calmed. “I feel lighter,” Susan remarked, having not said anything for some time.
We returned to the beach and allowed the impressions of beauty and warmth to flow through her body, irrigating every cell and restoring a sense of wholeness.
As we spoke together after the session ended, Susan said that she really had felt an intervention from above and a departure right afterwards. I suggested that her homework needed to be a return to the beach as her personal daily exercise for about ten minutes accompanied by a remembering of the quality and the feeling of that intervention.
Now time will tell what this release has achieved.