When I met him, he was an older man who had retired from a demanding career. I asked if he needed help on the project. His blunt answer stunned me, “It’s not rocket science.”
I replied, “No, it never was. Problem is, in the middle of it, I always wish I was done and I start dreading the cleanup.” He harrumphed in reply.
I decided that he was not a charming man.
A year later, this man is now suffering from some form of heart failure. I found this much out because I think he was upset enough about it to talk about it to a stranger. He needed to get worry off of his chest. He seemed to be concerned with the end of his life possibly coming quickly.
As a former medical doctor, he felt no need to actually explain what was wrong with his heart. I could not get details of what was wrong. It was not congestive heart failure. He was willing to tell me that his father had died of a heart attack so severe that the heart exploded open. His problem was genetic. There was also a suggestion of his father being a very angry man. The more I wondered what was wrong with his heart, the more I wished that there was something I could do to help. I began to ponder.
Could I offer to do reiki? Did I want to explain reiki? Could a shamanic healing help? Would I ever be able to explain shamanic healing to such a man?
The not so charming, sort of blunt and tactless man was a retired surgeon. He appeared to me to be the least receptive man I had yet encountered, and worse, if he decided to make fun of me, the others working on this project would know. My confidence failed me to act.
I drove along a quiet road, worrying about the man. Suddenly, I got a mental picture of a large, fist sized grey object rotating in space. It was his heart. It was grey and shriveled like a large walnut with deep crevices. As I marveled at that picture, it changed. Suddenly, three inch wooden spikes were sticking into the fist sized shriveled grey mass like cloves in a holiday ham.
What on earth could happen to a heart to become so shriveled? What did the image mean?
My mind was reeling as I saw the heart turning. Then I saw two squirrels run and begin to work on the heart. All I could see was their backs and they worked furiously. I had a sense that they were chewing up the myriad wooden spikes covering his heart. A car pulled in front of me and I could see no more. Squirrels were working on his heart in the spiritual realm.
What does this work in the spiritual realm mean in the physical world? Would it help the man now? I have no answers.
I asked other healing friends what the images meant. I got a mix of answers such as don’t think so much about the pictures or stories. I asked one respected woman if I should offer to help with healing. She commented that it was probably his time to go. Then I became confused. Why do I need to see spiritual pictures of the problem if I am not supposed to do anything with the information?
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