_Life Experience- A True Story

Imagine this: It´s Saturday morning at 10:00, you’re dressed, and have the urge to do a few errands. You head out and first you stop by the grocery store and after buying the necessities you decide it would be nice to have a cup of coffee. So you head down to the local shop, order the house blend, pick up the complimentary paper, and sit down at an empty round table (one among many). You open the plastic lid to let your coffee cool and begin to unfold the periodical when an individual sits down across from you. You look up, confused for a few seconds, and wonder why the this person didn’t sit the other available tables, when you realize that this individual is you, but not just any you, you from 10 years ago; and then you begin to talk.

At first you know it’s you, but then you start to lose confidence in this assumption….something seems to be different, something’s not quite the same, but then again something’s exactly the same. So you keep listening to this younger self, struggling to make sense of the apparent differences and similarities, trying hard to understand this younger perspective, this younger personality; your personality. And by this time the coffee is all but gone and in your caffeinated state of mind, you realize exactly what has happened between this younger you and you that you currently are. So you begin to explain to your younger self: ¨Look, our essence is the same, our character is the same, I just have more life experience than you.´´ Your younger self looks back at you, silent in a moment that requires silence, and then says, ´´I’m not so sure about that.´´

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As some of you know, over the past year and a half, I have been taking meditation courses in the city. But not only have I been taking these courses, but also courses that have to do with in Eastern philosophy and their respective healing systems. While I imagine that some of you have already begun to role your eyes (as I have confirmed your suspicion of drinking spiked orange juice), I will say this and no further justification: There comes a point when first hand experiences can no longer be dismissed as fantasy, when the profundity of consecutive, and seemingly impossible things becomes possible and undeniable, and you have no choice but to adjust your worldview. And it is with this justification that I tell you that hands on healing is real, for whatever reason that may be. And with the paradoxical distance of over 5,000 miles from home, but only a click away, I’m going to edge my toe a little deeper into my psyche, and yours, to share an experience that happened almost two months ago.

In the second email that I wrote I talked about being picked up and accepted into a family due to a successful hitch hiking experience. What I didn’t tell you is that before all the festivities of the evening we drove to the house of Juan Carlos´ ex wife and mother in law. Even though they were divorced, they maintained a good relationship for the sake of their children and grandchildren. I learned very quickly the Juan Carlos´ marriage ended when his wife fell into a deep depression several years ago and has yet to be able to pull herself out. She was bed ridden with a little boy from a new relationship when I met her.

In the waves of discussions about politics, history, religion, and culture, that we had at their house, it came up that I had been studying healing arts. Juan Carlos´ mother in law begged me to help her daughter. I explained to her that I cannot cure people, but that sometimes I can pass a re-vitalizing energy that has a healing effect. She ran off to her daughter’s room and came back saying that her daughter was willing to give anything a try. So I went into her bedroom and sat down on the bed.

For the next 20 minutes we just talked. She explained that she had severe depression and had not slept in 5 days. She continued to tell me that she had had brain surgery for a tumor that needed to be removed (which turned out to be benign) and then took my hand and ran it along the ridge line of her scar tissue. I told her what I was capable of doing, and she looked in my eyes and asked me if I believed in god. I did.

I used to start my ´´healings*´´ with a meditation. So after she put her head at the end of the bed, in front of the chair I was sitting in, I said a few internal prayers and felt my hands start to vibrate with the familiar ´´electricity´´ I feel before I start a healing. I moved my hands to her head and instantly felt the energy being passed. We stayed in this position for about 40 minutes, and then I removed my hands and said several more silent prayers. A few minutes later she sat up and looked at me. She said ´´I felt your hands tingling,´´ and then started to cry. She told me she then fell asleep, ´´the first time I’ve slept in 5 days.´´ We discussed a few more things and I told her I felt she might enjoy working with older people in a nursing home setting, and she began to cry even harder. She said that just a few days ago, her pastor had come by trying to get her involved in a local nursing home, and while she really wanted to, she just couldn’t summon the energy to do it.

We continued to talk for few more minutes, hugged, and then I left her room to join the family and Cj in the living room. And while I know that I didn’t ´´cure´´ this woman, I felt like a domino falling in the right direction.

All is well,

Off to Bolivia tomorrow,

love to you all,

Simon

*I am no longer doing ´´healings´´ (I have not done one for over a month now) for numerous and complex reasons….that I may or may not figure out.