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07 March 2009 @ 10:41 pm
What I think about on the loo  

The power behind my healing gift seems to be growing in magnitude, and I feel like a particle of ice caught in the slip stream of a giant avalanche. It’s almost inconceivable that my life has been the fertile garden needed to propagate such a beautiful bloom. Today I listened to an excited lady tell me she can now, without pain, lift her arms above her head for the first time in twelve years. Her fingers, straight and relaxed, are no longer closed with pain, and she can bend and flex her legs. The good news kept coming. She was able to txt without her glasses, and she believes the cyst on her ovary has gone. From these hands?

The miracles flow as frequently as the tears that often appear on the healing table. It’s not faith that causes my mind to ponder, but wonder, and maybe fatigue and I-need-a-hug.

Two doctors come for healing, and now a third will be hearing from the excited lady. A psychiatrist has my business card. These things I’ve dreamed about. I will change the world. I want to speak to nurses, doctors, and medical students, and show them this incredible something. I can feel it coming in the air tonight (thank you Phil Collins).

I’m too regular, too blokey, and too bloody bald for such dreams. I’m not tall enough! And to be entirely honest, I sometimes feel like a wanker for writing this dribble. No, I haven’t been drinking. I had two beers while I cooked fish and made salad for dinner, and since then I’ve cleaned the kitchen and organised the kids for bed.

And yes, I thought about this on the toilet. Every time I heal, something amazing happens: the movie I see, new healing guides, the grotesque black, and the colour-chart of emotions. Sometimes when I heal women, I grow breasts and experience birth and period pain. “Girls, forgive me for every time I’ve not been patient.” I’m always surprised and humbled by these experiences.  

With all the healing my writing has slowed, and I’ve still not completed reviewing the edit of The Disciple. This frustrates me a little, but this is what I’ve created. As much as I believe in the healing, I know I have a best seller.

I miss commenting on friend’s posts, but I’m trying to focus on posting something here. I’m offline for a week. Stay healthy and happy, Simon.   


 
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(Anonymous) on March 10th, 2009 02:29 am (UTC)
A visit with You...
On this day you post your thoughts, I visited you with my mum...What A Day. While I cried and cried, and experienced healing on both an emotional and anatomical level (my stomache is no longer bloated because of my cervix not retreating after birth), my mother got nothing...Isn't that sad. So many years of denying her own tears at a father who died nearly 30 years ago and still torments her spiritually today. I wanted to ask, for your energy to help me sooo much, yet not help my mum, Do you sometimes get dismayed at how much "black Stuff" people have on them? I imagine my mother having steel doors with barrel bolts trying to keep your energy out, yet wanting you to prove yourself at the same time..... As elated as I still am after our visit (I have made changes at home to shift energies that are already rewarding me with happier hubby and children), it saddens me that my mother so wanted PROOF, yet denied your energy's healing the chance to prove..... After Mum telling me that she didn't feel any different after her visit, I'm convinced that perhaps her role was not for healing, I think her role was to facilitate my healing.. I Said to mum on the long drive home that I am ever so Grateful that she came with me and that as her daughter I am sorry she doesn't feel CHANGE but as for her being my mother I Thanked her for always having my best interest at heart. I thank you too Simon, will be seeing you in Gatton soon...Nic
prophet1: one black wing[info]prophet1 on March 15th, 2009 08:30 pm (UTC)
Re: A visit with You...
Hi Nic. I'm happy for you and sad for your mum, but I too believe that your mum's role was to facilitate your healing. With experience I've noticed that the spirit we want so desperately to hear from often doesn't come through. I wish I had an answer. I also get the same result if the person is testing me. The reading stalls and the healing is affected. So many people want proof and this need does interfer with the energy. Thanks for commenting. See you soon, Simon.