Glenda “laid hands” on me; I lost track of who I was and why!
I had stubbed my two helping three guys move a heavy piano from one section of the room to another, when a leg got too close to the big toe, and I yelped like an injured animal, but held onto my section, maneuvering the mahogany-framed instrument to the center of this place of worship.
There I was, smack dab in the middle of the center for a Course on Miracles in Bucks County, PA. With the piano aligned properly, the men dispersed, receiving thanks from the Course on Miracles minister, a jovial woman wearing a flaming pink blouse and a smile to tame the devil. She noticed I had chosen not to walk, but sit on a chair, remove my sandal and reach out to the pain beginning to throb that I believed only I could “feel.”
She came to me, asked if I was all right, then took control of my foot when I lied and said it was nothing. And then it happened.
I lost the ability to think straight, to talk coherently, to “do” anything except “receive” the healing power of Reiki. Heard about it, read about it , even made best friends with a Reflexology student who promised one day to do something about it with me, but until this moment, I was still a virgin.
Already had been elevated to a higher realm as two lovely women had “channelled,” calling forth energy from the Earth and the Spirit Worlds. They were not “working” for the nearly 100 people who squeezed into this long room lit by candles, subdued lights and the hearts of many. But for the Gulf region where Mother Earth Herself was recently wounded and, in her distress, has been unable to keep oil from spilling out, thus endangering who knows how many fish and other sea-life, not to mention the wildlife creatures dependent on fresh, clean water, which man, you and I included, helped pollute with our insatiable desire for more energy resources.
Tracie Nichols, email@example.com, and Rock Listening Circle leader, spoke of healing to the standing room-only group in New Brittain, PA, some 25 miles outside Philadelphia last night. She joined Christi Calvano, a Spirit Messenger (firstname.lastname@example.org, in offering love and compassion from the “Light Workers” joined to raise their individual consciousness — as well as their voice — to help aid the Gulf of Mexico. Tracie described how a “node” of power has opened nearby, and that all can send healing through the connection from here to there. I visualized a long yellow pill, like a cold pill shaped in a “Yellow-Submarine” style with all us “enlightened” white energy parts making up a “cure,” as it’s deposited through a giant circular mirror– a “mouth” in the center of this Course in Miracles facility, and washed down with love into the belly of the Earth.
Mind wondering, I finally bring it back to Glenda who has wrapped both of her soft hands around the top of my right foot. I feel a calm I have not felt since . . . well, I’ll be. Couldn’t find words for it. Me, a trained and practiced “mouthpiece” lost the ability to speak anything but gibberish as warmth starts at the toe and works its way to my heart and head.
These beautiful interfaith ministers mean business, and I got a feeling they won’t stop the healing until they allow all of us in a Conspiracy of Love. Thank you Glenda, Tracie, Christi, as well as She who Speaks for Animals, as well as Diana Valerio, (I first mistook her for “kitchen help“) the newly ordained minister performing her first wedding ceremony today.