Case 2: This woman is in her late 60s to early 70s with a hunch-backed walking position and using 2 canes and is speaking of getting a walker as she is deteriorating rapidly; both her knees and legs are very swollen especially the right ankle which larger than my hand grip. She complains of being unable to put her heel on the ground and of having chronic tendonitis and a large long-term non-malignant tumour or cyst in her calf for which doctors can do little but provide pain killers and physical supports. When I came in she was slightly nervous and told me she didn’t know what to expect to which I replied, Well good, because neither do I.

I tell her to sit wherever she is comfortable in and kneel by her feet. I took her right foot in my hand and she says,Yes, that’s the worst one. I took hold of her ankle and tried to sense her leg but felt nothing. It seemed dead, like a haunch of meat to throw on the fire-spit. I wonder to myself, What the hell can I do, and so quieted the mind. Then as I’m holding/supporting her leg and stilling my thoughts my hand automatically moved up to just under her knee on the inside of the calf where I feel a massive 5 inch rock embedded just under the knee, to which she says, that’s the Bakers cyst and starts to tell me about the hopelessness of doctors.

Baker's Cyst Knee Problem - If you have some swelling located in the back of your knee; you may have a Baker's Cyst. This is named after a physician who described it first, not because bakers have these cysts. The cyst usually occurs due to some other problem in your knee such as arthritis or even a tear of your meniscus. The swelling from this problem causes fluid to build up in your knee. This fluid pushes out the weakest point of your joint capsule surrounding your knee. This is usually to the back portion of your knee capsule, and a cyst forms. The cyst has a valve made out of your joint capsule tissue. This valve can sometimes become clogged and the fluid becomes trapped in the cyst. Thus, even when the injury has resolved, you still have the swelling in the back of your knee. This is associated with pain usually described as dull and aching. The pain is worse with prolonged walking or standing. It is sometimes improved with rest, elevation and taking pain medication.

Anyway, I can't feel anything here either; it's dead all the way to the knee. I can't even feel a pulse but the leg is quite warm. I sense the difficulty further up the body and an impulse comes over me to reach behind her with my left hand to where it feels like it originates and place my hand directly over a lump the size of three fingers together low on the buttocks.

She immediately smiles and says, "When I was a young girl I fell and broke my spine and had to have several vertebrae fused together and you've just put your hand right on it. If I'd have known then that I'd be in chronic pain for the next 50 years I may not have had it done. It has been a nightmare and I have been unable to put my heels on the ground since." I had sensed this reluctance to go forward (legs?) yet when I asked her if she'd been thinking about the future and what it hold she said "yeah, I've been thinking about getting the carpets cleaned and the lawn needs... which is odd and not exactly what I had had in mind.

As she is speaking to me I could somehow 'see' the structure of this wound. It seemed as if I was look through her which is the only way I can describe it, and it just suddenly softened like a lump of butter under a heat source. It felt like it shrank or lessened back in toward the spine. It all happened so quickly I didn't have time to consider or doubt anything as I had the cyst under the right hand which also softened and melted away. She looked at me with wonder in her eyes then at the leg and it too visibly shrank right in front of our eyes by several inches. The swelling just went right down. She laughed and said "can I move it?"  

Well what was I going to say to her, NO! After all it was her leg and she started to bend and twist it about delightedly. I can't remember when I could last bend and move this leg, she said and claimed she no longer felt any pain whatsoever.

She then proceeded into the kitchen, made us tea and biscuits and carried the tray back out to us and served all without a cane or crutch in sight. She has been hopping all over the village skipping in delight. She was delighted and I went back to see her several days later and did a slight polish up on it for her to improve her gait as one leg was shorter to the other and apparently needed some time to stretch out naturally again. Now I need to back track a bit as several days earlier I had been meditating and this man George appeared. He was not someone I knew and he wasn't as clean and clear as Harry so I took a good look at him (in my mind-vision) and he said "say, Hi M..y (I didn't get whether it was Maudy or Mary)

At this time I hadn't even known her name or who she was, or him for that matter.

I had never seen him and knew nothing of him although I had seen her twice before just briefly in the local shop but didn't know Julie worked for her or who she was. So I'm now doing this second healing and this guy is buzzing around and bugging me "Say Hi, say Hi Mary") and she starts talking about someone. I was actually still trying to quiet the mind and she is rambling on and I suddenly get she's talking about her husband and this 'George' is him! I was stunned she still hadn't named him but I knew.

So I don't now know what to do but tell her, so I say to her that I can feel his presence with her and describe him to her after a few moments she looks around the room in mild puzzlement, so I said Not there... here and placed my hand near her. She immediately feels the rightness and with appreciative tears of joy she thanks me from the bottom of her heart. It is the very core of her not wanting to go on. She then points out a picture of him on a shelf with others behind me and says that's him and who is the picture of but the George I had seen but whom I had never met so I had to tell her the full story about meditating the other day and George appearing etc.

Later I remember Julie actually telling me that a client named George had died a little over a year ago. For some reason I hadn't connected them or him with her and had thought he lived in the village which was a mile or so in the opposite direction. A few days later George told me he'd be tickled pink if she helped us set up a not for profit healing ministry. He says April and shows me some daffodils all in a row. My little soldiers all in a row, braving the elements of life. Tell her I'm sorry for being so stiff and demanding. I haven't had an opportunity to tell her this but when I told Julie she informed me that he had been a headmeastre at a local school and known for his strictness. Often students would all line up on the parade ground in early April in just light gym gear ? braving the elements, so go figure.

Next: Tales of Healing III