Crossing the Threshold
So I find myself at the airport again, on my way back from another adventure or truth seeking expedition. One that is not without just cause. One that made me cross the threshold of comfort and predictability.Every time I put myself on a plane, into the unknown, I am filled with thoughts. Just thoughts. But as soon as I take off, all those thoughts diminish as I remind myself to stay present. Flow. See where it all leads me and figure out why things just are the way they are ...
Before I begin ramblings on where I am coming back from perhaps it makes sense to say what my objectives were for this journey.
Recently, I heard some bad news someone very close to me being sick. When you hear the words come out of the person's mouth with whom you love so dearly time stops completely and at the same time, takes you back in time completely. A complete paradox I know, but that's exactly what happened in the three seconds or so of silence.
As the three seconds came to a close, so did my mouth after being wide open in gaping shock. Though I saw it coming from deep within, I was stumped for words. Not something that happens often. How can one even begin to feel the reality of something one can never ever think will happen to them or to someone they care about so deeply? The reality of life is - that it just DOES.
I landed in Manila and drove 5 hours to a Province to see a Psychic Healer and Surgeon out in the country. Where illiteracy is prevalent. I know what most people would be thinking right now. Oh here she goes again with her crazy, wacky out- of- control ideas. Sure, this may be true - a tad bit out of the box, but I was determined to see for myself. I was determined to give it a go, make myself the guinea pig. Make this something to pull out of my pocket if necessary one day. 'Course, it also has a lot to do with a recent project I am working on.
As we cross, from one threshold to another, there are many things that play out in my mind. From one sentence one's life entirely changes. From one action one's life entirely changes. So I go, I seek, just as a back up, just to fill a part of me that has to satisfy the very essence of my curious mind.
As it turns out, there is one particular health problem that western medicine has not been able to help me with, well one where I refuse to put more stuff into my system to help. So I thought: If this Psychic Surgeon can diagnose me and help me with this, well then, perhaps there is some truth in it and perhaps then she can help the ones I love further down the line if necessary.
I was already pre warned that I would have to be operated on an alter type table, but I was nowhere ready for what I witnessed. As we approached the house finally, which was hard to find, as there was nothing to separate it from anything else, I was admittedly hesitant.
Do I really want to have some woman performing surgery on me on an alter, for all to see with her bare hands? How on earth does she stick her hands into my body, jiggle things around or pull stuff out without hurting me and put it all back together again? Yes these questions were racing through my mind, but I knew the only way through this was to STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, have faith and just surrender.
There is no denying that I have seen and been through some pretty intense, strange, bizarre, out of this world things, but I was no where nearly ready for this.
Then I met her. Esther. A lady of no more than 42. Sweet looking. We chatted very generally outside the mini church/ house. I never mentioned or said a single thing about my aliment. Nor did any one of the friends who were with me. Then we were summoned in. One by one we went up onto the stage of the alter (which by the way had no sheets no hidden things underneath, and one by one holy water was sprinkled on us and we were turned around. But when it was my turn, without any notice, Esther (or what was now NOT Esther but someone else entirely invoked by a spirit not of this world) turned me around and cracked the daylights out of my neck. The sound was so loud it shocked us all.
We then all sat down and interestingly I was the first one called up. I did not want to be the first. I wanted to watch one of my other friends first so I knew what to expect.
Jose stood over me. Was told to hold a bible opened on top of me. Matthew and Liana were right there, a few inches away watching the surgery.
She/He the chosen one whatever one calls it diagnosed me immediately. It was apparent to me that this was not the same Esther I had spoken with. This was a totally different personality. Everything that she said was true. The problem/diagnosis was true. We were completely baffled. I was in too much shock to move.
Knees bent she pulled up my top, pulled down my pants (no time to be shy) as my three friends stared at every action.
Esther opened up my lower stomach with her bare hands.
She pulled out several massive blood clots.
Everything she pulled out I saw as she showed me before throwing it into a bucket for all of us to see.
Then more, stringy bloody bits that looked like lining. She carefully talked about what she was doing. She was moving my ovary up she said. It was too low.
At this precise moment I felt nauseous. I could literally feel my insides being moved.
I was not in pain, but I was uncomfortable and could feel things literally moved. I was feeling tender, burning and a lot of heat, pinching and prodding. I wanted it to be over.
She then closed that area and went towards my SMALL INTESTINE. Telling me to stop eating chocolate (For those that know me well, this is my major vice) and she began pulling out blood and white bits of muscle and flesh from within me. Again, burning, rubbing and I began to feel a little queasy. Still no pain, just a sense of discomfort.
And then, I had a whole entire spinal treatment. I was punched in the back prodded and cracked. As I lay there in total disbelief on my stomach on a wooden alter, she explained to my friends what she was trying to do. For years I have suffered from Kyphosis and Scoliosis. Over the years, my practice of yoga has slowly rectified these issues, but in one swoop, this woman really did something. I had no pain afterwards and upon checking my spine later with my friends there was a remarkable difference. Later Matthew told me that as she was performing this part he was very worried about me and wondering if I was in pain. To be honest I was just so baffled by it all I had no time to process nor react to all the punching and prodding. No bruising. No scars.
I was told to sit down. Coconut oil was placed on a leaf onto my stomach with a piece of A4 paper on top of it, where most of the work was done, the blood cleaned. No scars. Nothing.
So all of this was happening to me, and now it was my turn to have my face three inches in front of the other 3 friends of mine who had yet to do their surgeries.
Every diagnosis she made before opening them up was accurate. Even the vocabulary she used was accurate for the problems (remember this is a little lady living in a rural province in Philippines) Every one of us was shocked in disbelief. I could not believe my eyes. Each one I witnessed, made my logical mind ache. I am a logical woman enchanted by the mysticism that this world holds.
The ride back was filled with chat, discussions, what we felt. I was definitely very bloated in the stomach and tender and so was Liana who had a similar issue to me. I also had the most work done, and the most time spent in that area.
So what do I make of it? Well its simple really. I just don't know. Is that problem rectified? I guess I will only know by paying a visit to my western medical doctor and not mention this experience to him. But my eyes have opened up, and it has made me realize something. That this magnetic psychic surgery is not really that far and beyond. When you think about it, its not that inconceivable. All the evidence has shown that this is very real, using perhaps forces and energies unknown to us but that are very much there for us.
The next day, my stomach was still tender, and bloated but I felt ok. Another trip and further investigation on my part is needed in order for me to fully comprehend what happened to me.
I keep playing this over and over in my head, trying to make logical sense, and realize it’s futile. Instead I hit the books again reading dozens of scientific studies that just cannot prove that this is not possible. In fact many medical doctors of the western world and well respected for that matter, have said clearly they can find nothing to suggest fraud.
So, if this is possible, as is everything in life is. Self-healing and self-belief is a powerful tool.
All is not lost
I guess it just boils down to whether or not we are willing to accept and cross the threshold into the unknown…
| |
|
|
|
