My background as being a part of a spiritual group on and off since the eighties..or was it the seventies..has given me all sorts of..tools, knowledge, call it what you will, but there was a strong emphasis on healing…be it body, mind or spirit. I discovered long distance healing.
The ould wikka stuff talks about getting a witness..and using that for the voodoo dolls you often see the nastier version of humanity stick pins into…makes for awesome television..several notable movies have been made around this theme. But I digress.
Witness..bit of hair, a hunk of toenail, that sort of thing.
Not having either of those makes things a bit trickier, but there are other avenues available, for the …young suburban miss!
Now, I am here to say that long range healing is real, and works well. So much so, that sometimes long range stuff works better than the hands on version. One of my..dear friends does Bowen, and thats awesome in itself, but when she does it long range, its amazing stuff. An uncle of mine used to be in the healing order of St Luke the Physician, and what happened there was..names get passed around, description of what the ailment was, and at certain times, they all prayed for the names on the list. I had a migraine that lasted for week or two, and it was debilitating, hard to live life normally.
I spoke to my Mum about it, who rang up uncle Edward, who put me onto the list. Well, next day, the headache was GONE..with just a trace left..enough for me to wonder what was going on. Mum rang to find out how the headache was progressing, and wasn’t all that surprised when I said that it had disappeared over night. Out came the explanation. Made of lot of sense, especially since I wasn’t exactly enamoured of religion at the time. Still is something I’d rather distance myself from. Power of prayer though..just goes to show you. Well, the..er..next realm put it into context.
When a group of people focus on one thing, their ability as a group is many times the power of each individual separately. Collectively, we can achieve more than we can individually, that sort of thiang. The operative word is focus..you can mutter all the mumbo jumbo with it, but the operative word is still….focus.
So, my headache was fixed..well, the pain was gone, but the reason for the headache was still hanging around, thats what the trace was, letting me know there was still something to be sorted.
Finally, the answer came..the body does spring cleaning, and toxins get loosened, and they need flushing out. To flush these things out, the preferred method is…drink lots of water…and thats never been a strong suit with me. So, lots of herb teas at work, thanx sir Geoffrey, and the headaches and or their remnant, gradually dissipated. Every springtime, I have to…um..increase the water/herb tea intake, OR ELSE!!!!   Aaand headaches..toxicity in the blood.
Another story comes to mind. Dad..uncle Eds’ brother..got really crook with the flu or similar. Mum rang up uncle Ed again,…and Dad the next day betook himself into town, bought a heap of pies and orange juice,..and wouldn’t eat or drink anything else. Pies..organ meats, really good for this sort of thing. Orange juice..vit C and all the attendant stuff with it.
So, I figure, that the prayer does a few thing..stops the pain, and puts the remedy into your head, so you know what to do do about it…
So, long distance healing.
Without a witness, or physical sample, uncle Eds group achieved, long distance.
So, when a someone needs a fix, I use a photo. Id still prefer a witness, but a photo will suffice. The witness goes on a body outline, and gemstones or appropriate medication gets put on to relevant spots on the body map/photo.
Check out the photo of the photo, with a hunk of rose quartz sitting on…a young suburban miss’s tummy. I don’t really want the people in the photo to be all that recognisable, thats why the photo isn’t all that clear, but you can see outlines, and vague shapes eh.

And I have to do a caveat here..the healing order of..etc etc, isn’t about runny noses, trifling ailments..its deaths door stuff, literally.  Mum actually thought I had said that I hadn’t long to live…otherwise we wouldn’t have this story.  Similarly with Dad..she really thought Dad was on the slippery slope. I’m here to say..only the good die young, and Dad was an old reprobate from way back  (just kidding!)