Going to Vancouver without devices rendered a sense of naked vulnerability. No car. No computer. No IPod Touch. No cell phone. My camera never came out of my bag.
Before my Vancouver trip to learn some self-healing techniques, a friend amazingly signed up to care for Duc le Chat – which included feline pill-pushing duty. Then, to make life even easier, my walk buddy drove me to the Ferry.
Karen, an island lass herself, met me at the end of the trip – in Tsawwassen. We arrived at her city home where her partner had kindly prepared a delicious chicken stir-fry dinner laced with bok choy.
At 7:15 a.m. the next morning Karen and I headed into the city’s hub to learn self-healing techniques from Adam aka Dreamhealer whose natural gifts include holistic energy work. The drive was easy and we came to the Massey Tunnel in record time.
“Molly hates going through this tunnel,” Karen said as we dropped elevation into the glare of yellow lights blinking wildly as we sped by. I pictured her faithful dog, almost as big as me, sitting in this seat, alert and stiff, also waiting for this living grave’s opposite end to appear.
“That’s ’cause Molly’s smart. She knows humans are batty enough to dig a ruddy hole under a river, drive through it and expect to be safe.”
“They’re going to be working on this tunnel. They have to make the channel deeper so bigger cargo ships can come up the mouth of this river,” Karen said.
“Yah? That really excites me.” My love of nature had turned leniency into sarcasm.
Imagine if humankind understood that the greatest challenge is the journey within. Imagine how our planet could once again thrive if there were no attempts to contort nature into something convenient or financially rewarding.
We wove in and out of lanes freely with lots of green lights. Whether on freeways or quiet streets lined with older homes, healthy living was on my mind. We exchanged awe-full curiosity over city lifestyles. Jammed beside or piled atop one another while facing other pillared piles of people, do residents come to accept the normalcy of frantically driving twice a day to get to work, roaring through a tunnel that has been burrowed out from under a major river? I suspect they carry deep, resonating stress camouflaged by the trickster called routine.
“It seems a dichotomy that Adam is teaching these incredible healing techniques at a venue in the middle of a city. It seems a mismatch.” Was I stating the obvious?
We cruised into the parking lot after only one directional adjustment. We were firmly ensconced in the world of “Hurry Up And Wait”. We arrived at the hotel complex in time to register and find some semblance of breakfast. Line-ups shock islanders: I knew healthy food would be off my radar for a day, but having to wait 20 minutes to order a decaf and muffin seemed preposterous. My gourd of Yerba Mate, consumed during the drive, would hopefully gird my body into tolerating the bits of chemically laced morsels available at various outlets. There were no bowls of fruit, raw veggies or other healthy snacks in our conference room so I was thankful for tanks of water with dishes of fresh lemon slices.
The morning session began with a greeting from Adam’s father. Adam’s mother, who had been in a wheelchair with MS during Adam’s adolescence, strode across the conference room, climbed the steps onto the stage and walked to the microphone as easily as an olympic athlete climbing the stage to accept a gold medal. She is just one of the many people who show proof that Adam’s simple techniques work.
There were approximately 650 people present, some in wheelchairs, lots with canes. A silent number are currently dealing with cancer and other life-threatening diseases. Then, there were those simply wanting to be healers while maintaining good health themselves.
We watched a video of Ronnie Hawkins who survived pancreatic cancer using Adam’s techniques. We observed the ever-present skepticism of people, including medical practitioners. When the tumours on Ronnie’s pancreas disappeared, the doctors repeatedly re-tested. They could not believe that energy work could heal tumours and cause cancer to disappear in a matter of months. That was more than a decade ago and “The Hawk” is still cancer free.
Adam came on stage, casual and comfortable in his blue jeans and jean shirt, and quietly began explaining the science behind his methodologies. He told us how Edgar Mitchell, the astronaut, became clear of his cancer after adopting Adam’s techniques. Dr. Mitchell became Adam’s scientific mentor. I suspect his insights and influence encouraged Adam to study medicine. Adam plans to open his own Naturopathic clinic, likely in Vancouver, in the coming months.
Adam explained why and how bodies respond so willingly to our INTENT. He showed footage of special cells whose sole job is to kill cancer cells. Our focus and attention facilitate the energy these cells need to succeed.
It really is not complicated.
Adam obviated our need to know what a healthy version of our ailment looks like so we can visualize that picture of health. Through meditation, we are able to pull in universal energy, expand our field or aura, and visualize bringing healing energy into our bodies – both generally and specifically. Or, into the body of another – or a group.
Adam’s teachings parallel principles taught in Therapeutic Touch. His explanations validated the strength and power of those Golden Energy Blankets I have sent out to various readers. Recipients can wrap themselves in those imaginary blankets, visualize their bodies as healthy, and their ability to heal themselves will be significant.
Energy healing may sound like woo-woo to skeptics and dissenters. It’s impossible to change a closed mind, but results may influence nay-sayers to crack open the door. If not, there’s plenty of people who will take their money in exchange for pills – a form of chemical impact on an ailment that often negatively influences other healthy parts of our bodies.
It’s important that we partner with the medical profession. While taking meds, we can empower healthy cells to heal ailing ones and “absorb” unwanted ones.
I have heard many cancer survivors say that we aren’t to focus on the disease. We design health by focussing on HEALTH. As Adam emphasized, we need to know what “healthy” looks like so “a healthy ____” is our visualization. Our bodies want to be well. Our minds project our INTENT and set the course for those cells to ensure an optimum degree of health.
Adam led us through two group healings. The lights were lowered and, other than an occasionally cough, 650 people produced zero sound. In seconds, I felt the group energy take hold. Minutes passed like seconds. My session was noticeably deeper than usual. I had a meditation experience unlike any I’ve known to date.
People experienced different results: pulsing sensations, tingling, vibrations, electrical impulses, heat, tears, fatigue, etc. I came out of the meditation filled with indescribable joy.
After our second group session, Karen and I returned to “Hurry Up and Wait”. We rushed to her vehicle and headed back to her place. On the way, Karen checked her IPhone for the Ferry’s load level and made sure there would be room for us.
I watched her pressing various keys. I thought how the same people who say Energy Healing is a load of bunk would also pooh-pooh the fact we would be using a tiny phone to determine, from anywhere in the world, whether or not we could get on a specific ferry
We arrived at her house, picked up our suitcases, said goodbye to Karen’s partner and drove to the Ferry without the usual panic to get in the line-up.
I’ve been exhausted. It’s not unusual for islanders to feel wretchedly tired after spending a day in an even smaller city, but this feels like my body is telling me there’s some form of healing going on. I’m going to listen and be quiet for a while.
Through email, Karen and I quickly shared news of a mutual increase in vivid dreams. On Sunday night, half-awake, I caught the end of a series of sensations. Like boxes being moved inside my body, they were being slid, then rolled and tipped over with a ka-lump onto their sides.
I don’t have the interpretation yet. With any luck, it was the healthy cells stripping off my excess poundage and crating it for those giant cargo ships about to float over an even deeper Massey Tunnel.