The Wilkes Barre Healing

The Healing at Serving Spirit One in Wilkes Barre

Back in late October, I attended Suzanne Giesemann's

Serving Spirit One workshop on mediumship.

I had a healing experience while I was there.

I got up there early and met with a group of people;

we had all met through Suzanne.

We had eaten so much together

the first few days we were there

I passed on lunch the first day of the workshop.

I went back outside to be in nature.

I knew there was a small creek
and some woods out back

with a trail and walking bridge over it.

I walked onto the bridge
and noticed a new friend Lisa Klee

and an old friend Patty Loftus Jones

standing in the middle of it talking.

When I got to them, I knew why.

The stream with its miniature waterfalls

was nature’s music at its finest

a perfect place to stop and chat

and soak up nature’s song.

I stopped to talk to them.

Patty left, at that point; I told Lisa
I think I still have some blocks to deal with.

I had already heard

she had some spiritual gifts and was a healer.

Patty had our group in for a meditation

Lisa led a day or two before

at a nearby metaphysical store.

So when she asked if she could put
her hands on my shoulders,  

I said yes.

She told me I did have a block.

"It is in your right leg."

I explained to her that my right leg

became painful on the long drive up,

13 hours over two days.

Not buying my explanation of it

she said that’s old energy

that no longer serves you

and it’s come up now for healing.

You’ve got to give it back

to the Universe.

She went on to explain a healing technique.

Picture it as a shape and color,

then expand your energetic self

into the stream below us.

Let it flow away with the water in the stream.

Release that energy back to the Universe.

 I tried it and didn't feel it was working.

I told her I think it would be better
if I went down there

and sat on the rocks in the stream.   

She and Patty left the bridge,

and I stood there for a while longer

trying to expand my energy into the stream.

Then I decided I really did need

to be down by the stream to do this
healing release technique she recommended.

As I turned to walk off the bridge,

I noticed she was standing at the end of it

doing something with her cell phone.

I took a few steps and was overcome

with this powerful feeling,

this emotional reaction,

a knowing that this block was my guilt

over not knowing how sick my wife was

before she died.

How I felt responsible
for not getting her proper medical attention

in time to save her life.

How it was my fault, she died!

As I got to the end of the bridge,

I stopped with tears in my eyes

and told her this.

My whole body felt heavy
with this realization

of what the block was.

It was an intense old feeling

that I just now had allowed to surface.

It brought me back to the many hours

 I had spent with a Hospice counselor

trying to work through my grief.

This very thing had come up,

and she told me

"Don't go there; you did all you could."

But right then on that bridge,

I realized the folly of that advice.

I had already gone there!

I had already blamed myself for her death

and her "don't go there" was too late.

I already had,

and now these many years later

I had to face it again.

So I made my way down to the creek

 to where the mini waterfalls were.

I picked a large boulder right in the middle

and sat down.

Settling in and stretching my legs out in front of me

with the water rushing by all around me.

Closing my eyes and focusing

on what she had told me to do.

She had cautioned me
not come up with a negative picture

of the energy that needed to be released.

Lisa said it's all just energy.

So my active mind immediately

came up with a black ball and chain.

Remembering her instruction,

I decided it needed to be a liquid,

neutral, with no emotional charge to it,

just energy finding a way out.

I pictured this thick red liquid

running down the back of my sore leg

and dripping off my right heel

and gently dropping into the flowing stream.

I deliberately had my heal

hanging off the edge of the rock I rested on.

All of its energy released

back to the Universe just like she told me.

I sat there for quite some time envisioning this.

Sitting there with the water rushing away

from the direction I was facing.

After a while, I opened my eyes

marveling at the cool fall day

and all the leaves falling all around me.

Then my vision of this energy

that was being released

became the leaves raining down into the stream.

After a while, a long, strong gust of wind

blew down the stream bed.

Leaves just showered onto the water

and I just knew the healing was over

as I watched the leaves being carried away

by the quickly flowing waters.

I got up and immediately noticed

the back of my right leg felt very cool.

It was a cool fall day,

but my right hip and thigh felt much cooler
than the left

from sitting on that cold rock for so long

and was completely pain-free.

 Now that got my attention.

This was a healing!

I decided to walk upstream.

There was no trail,

so I just picked my way over the rocky streambed,

thinking of Jane, the wife I lost.

Then I came upon a large tunnel

with a peaked roof

made to carry the stream under a local road.

I stopped and gazed

at the scene.

Right at the peak of the tunnel

was a white cross!

It brought Jane to mind again

and the healing I just experienced.

I was taking pictures,

and there were rainbows
in the one with the cross.

I thanked Jane

for being with me yet again this day

and sending me a sign.

When I relayed this account to Patty,

she said: "maybe that's why
you are here this weekend?"

At that point, it sure felt that way to me.

I think this thing we call grief is like an onion.

We keep peeling away at the layers of it.

Often thinking we are done

with parts of it

or all of it.

Only to realize years later we aren't.

We try all these different ways to move beyond it.

To hold the loving memories

and shed the emotional baggage of them

only to find it’s a work in progress.

Even this healing seemed to have an avenue of release

that morphed into something different

the longer I stayed with it

only to reveal a sign from Spirit

at the end of it

as if to say "pay attention

to what just happened."

So I share this in the hopes

this helps others.

I know the Christmas season

often leads us to remember

those we've loved

and who are no longer with us.

All My Love Always, Keith