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Remember the old jokes about spending years on a psychiatrist's couch, digging to logically uncover a deep-seeded trauma? You are empowering trauma by talking about it, trying to understand it or forcing yourself to deal with it. Why not simply eliminate it? 

Karen, 53, taught philosophy at a local university and fortunately, it was summer break.  Her history was loaded with medical doctors and various treatments, none of which cured the diagnosis of an auto-immune disorder.  Karen then turned to accupunture and herbal treatments.  She was pale, weak with severe headache when she arrived. 

Our session began with frequencies.  Subtle energy, like many natural forces, are vibrational.  Vibration is measured in frequencies.  Like 21 unique radio stations,    Dr. Richard Bartlett (brilliant creator of Matrix Energetics) recognized 21 major unique frequencies, each frequency referring to an energetic pattern.  When dialing through the channels of Karen's energy patterns, her body shifted at frequency 5, a frequency most attuned to intercellular communication (ie auto-immune function), emotional trauma and motherly love.  Watch how this turns out.

The next technique was to time travel, beginning at her current age and working backwards until we noticed a shift.  Whoa!  At age 27 Karen's body went totally limp and I noticed a huge energy block in the lower abdominal area.  A message came from Spirit for me to tell her there was nothing to forgive - that her karmic friend was with her now.

When I gave Karen the message, flood gates of tears opened.  Sobbing in heart-felt joy, Karen shared a secret she'd hidden for years; she'd had an abortion at age 27. Along with regret was the hope her living son, whom she'd given birth to years later, might be the soul she'd aborted.  The message confirmed her hopes.  A glow came over Karen.  Her eyes brightened, color returned to her cheeks and her pain disappeared.  Years of therapy had not given her the relief she felt after just one PowerHealings session.

Careful what you ask for.  God has a sense of humor.

To say that my granddaughter is head-strong is like saying the Grand Canyon is a hole in the ground.  You just can't grasp the immensity until you've experienced it.

By the time this child was eight years old, despite valiant efforts of her mother, Bailey had four baby teeth full of cavities.  Her dentist declared those teeth had to come out, but Miss B had her own agenda - which didn't include letting the dentist back into her mouth.                    

That first dentist must have been a wimp.  He gave up trying to get into this child's mouth after only two visits.  At least the next dentist gave her four screaming appointments.  And the third dentist used sedation, in fact, the maximum allowed by law, he claimed, in order to get her to a dreamlike state.  Of course, that dreamlike state turned into a nightmare when she awoke and bit him.

At wits end, my daughter gave me permission to energetically "play" with Bailey.  Footnote:  I have a rule that says I will never energetically work on someone without permission. I just don't believe I have the right, so I don't ever do it (well, except maybe the young clerk at Best Buy - but that's another story, hehe).

So with her mom's permission, Bailey and I played "energy games". I was confident a shift had taken place in the child. We only had to wait and see.  What had I done? Specifically I requested God to release Bailey's stress.  My INTENT was that this stubborn, headstrong child would finally allow a dentist to pull those teeth.

Be careful what you ask for.  Maybe it's because God has a sense of humor...or a better plan.  And the client's WILL always takes precedent over the healer's intent.   

Well, Bailey never did go to the dentist.  She didn't have to.  Because on the third day after our session all four rotten baby teeth simply fell out.

"Beam me up, Scotty"  I'm Time Traveling to heal.

I can't thank Dr. Richard Bartlett enough for teaching me how to time travel.  No, it doesn't require a supercharged DeLorean outfitted with a Flux Capacitor.  In fact, it doesn't require much more than imagination. You can learn the time travel technique in Dr. Bartlett's book, "Matrix Energetics" or by attending his seminar.  Either way, it'll change your life. Or someone else's.

Jim is a tall, healthy 32 year old whose passion was bodybuilding. He got a bit too passionate, though, ripping 50 fast 400 lb bench presses. That wasn't all he ripped.  For 10 days he'd been nursing a sharp, stabbing pain from his neck to his wrist. And now he was having severe headaches, too. If Jim had insurance, certainly he'd have seen a doctor, been put into therapy and on medication. But he came to me.

I absolutely do not practice medicine.  I don't even heal people. As I explained to Jim while he stood before me grimacing in pain and hugging his arm, I can't FIX anything. But since injury and the resulting pain are energetic stressors, if we relieve the stress, a change can occur. 

How do you change injury?  Simple.  Change the information that created it.

How do you change the information?  Well, one method is to time travel.  Take the body's energetic biofield back to a time before the injury, removing the information of the injury from the cells.  When that happens, the injury no longer exists. The cells, muscles, ligaments return to their healthy state. Sometimes instantaneously. As the good doctor says, that's fast.

With Jim standing facing me, I dropped into a state where time is a feeling. I imagined Jim totally healed, healthy and without injury. Then I began counting (traveling) backwards...1 day, 2 days, 3 days. At day 10 his body shifted and he lost his balance. That physical shift was the result of replacing the information of an injured state with a healthy state.  It happened the moment my consciousness returned to before the time of injury - 10 days prior.

The result?  Jim felt light-headed and strange. "You barely touched me" he exclaimed, "what just happened?!" 

The next day Jim reported the pain and headaches had completely disappeared and he was back at the gym.

How do you heal a Siberian Lynx?! 

ah, from a distance...a long distance. 

Written by Carole Baskin, Founder and CEO of Big Cat Rescue

Every day as I do my rounds, I check in on Anastasia the Siberian Lynx.  It is like witnessing a miracle every day.  She's a 19 year old refugee from the exotic pet trade.  The is 114 in cat years.

A couple years ago she lost all use of her back legs.  Her spine looked twisted at the hips and she could only drag herself around by her front legs, laboriously inching her way around.  She stopped grooming this area and her legs as if she could no longer feel them.  We decided to watch her for a few days and if she didn't improve, we would put her out of her misery.  At her age surgery would have killed her and we thout it was just old age laying claim to her frail body.  When cats near the end, they know it and they stop eating.  When that happens we help them ease that transition, rather than let them starve themselves to death.

Anastasia didn't quit eating. She had no intention of giving up and now we were in a real quandary.  Days were turning into weeks and she wasn't getting any better.  The vet had tried everything except surgery.  We had to do something, but there weren't any good options.  Then I told Pegi about Anastasia.

She asked if I would let her do her energy work on Anastasia using my body as surrogate. Even crippled, Anastasia could (and would) bite and her teeth were designed for taking down hoof stock, so a person couldn't touch her.  

When Pegi touched the the place on my back that mirrored the place of injury on Anastasia's back, I was so caught off guard by the sensation that I twisted and would have fallen to my knees had I not been caught.

The sense that followed was of a current running through my spine, where before it had felt as if I had no spine at all.  I felt great and wondered what change I would see in Anastasia when I got home.  Her improvement was immediate and within days she was walking around on all four legs again.  Over time, she continued to improve and today she is still very much alive and kickng...literally.

For the cats,

Carole Baskin, CEO of Big Cat Rescue 

an Educational Sanctuary home to more than 100 big cats                                12802 Easy Street Tampa, FL  33625                             http://www.BigCatRescue.org

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Back pain and the Pillsbury Dough Boy

Marie suffered every day from hip pain that radiated down both her legs.  She's had treatments with an osteopathic doctor who eventually sent her to specialists.  They argued whether her pain was stress or injury related and when they were no help, she turned to chiropractic care.  Now in her mid 50s and finding only temporary relief following chiropractic treatments, she has become depressed as well. 

Imagination is the language of Consciousness. Einstein understood that when he said "Imagination is more important than knowledge" so in sessions I intuitively call upon the consciousness of Spirit to guide me with a symbol, called an archetype, that I might understand how best to apply subtle energy and intent.  In Marie's case, I saw two electrical wires arcing sparks across her stomach.    

Then, in my mind's eye, I saw a lifesize, puffy Pillsbury Dough Boy.  

"What do I do with this?!" I mused quietly to myself.  So I did what the Dough Boy himself would do; I poked Marie gently in the stomach. "Whoa!" she said as she tingled from what she described as a charge of electricity.  Then I pointed my Dough Boy finger to her spine.  We both heard three distinctive pops and suddenly her back pain was gone. 

Denise, 52, was menopausal - tired, drawn and jittery.  Sleeping was difficult.  The week following her session the symptoms totally disappeared, she was full of energy and guess what - her periods resumed!  Now that her life force was refreshed and energized, she can again begin to experience the change of life - but when it comes this time it will come more naturally, more comfortably...and much later.

It's a phone.  It's a miracle.  No, it's a miracle it's still a phone. 

When I graduated high school my parents proudly gifted me a barely used car, a little burgundy Corvair with black vinyl bucket seats and four-on-the-floor.  It was hot. Mom wrapped her arms around me with the biggest hug and said, "You know, Pegi, when I graduated high school my parents gave me a compact, too.  But it contained face powder."  My, how times had changed.

And times are still changing.  Why, my granddaughter was only nine when she received her very own cell phone. A cell phone! She'd been asking and "sort of" behaving for two years in order to get it and now it meant as much to her as those graduation compacts did to my Mom and me.

So she was devastated when her friend's mother unknowingly drove off with the phone sitting atop the trunk of her car.  For hours we walked, ran, drove and scanned every inch of the neighborhood streets hoping to find it.  If it hadn't fallen off by the time the car reached US19, it would surely be a goner. Our strip of 19 is eight lanes of chaos and one of the busiest highways in the whole US.  To make matters worse, the phone was nearly dead, with only one bar left on its battery.  If it hasn't been crushed by any of 34,890 cars it will surely be a nameless, numberless piece of rubbish by morning.

Don't you hate to put a child to bed crying?  I couldn't accept that.  Miss B and I have so little time together and it wasn't acceptable that this weekend be impressed with such a negative event.  This had to change. So I dropped into my state where healing, change, and sometimes miracles occur. I held that state until I felt a shift - an ever so slight shift - and I suddenly knew all would be okay.  How? I don't need to know how.  Let go of HOW and just KNOW - otherwise said, "Let go and let God." 

"Don't cry, Sweetheart," I told Miss B as I tucked her into the folds of my big feather comforter.  "Go to sleep and imagine your phone is with you.  Know that when you open your eyes in the morning, you will see it sitting right here on the night stand."

She believed me.  The child believed it was true.  Was what even more profound is that I believed it, too.

At 1:30 am my phone rang. "You must be Nana", an unfamiliar voice said. "I've never been to this part of the state before" the man explained, "but I've had this job to survey a five mile stretch of US19 and since I was coming up from South Florida I thought I'd swing to this side of the state and do it tonight on my way back to the Panhandle.  Seems somebody lost a cell phone.  The grass is deep and the center strip here is only a few feet wide so I wouldn't have spotted it if my roller hadn't hit it. Didn't know which name to call, but Nana seemed friendly enough, so do you want to come and get the phone?"

Think happy.  Heal your stuff.

Did you ever have a time when it seemed everything you touched turned to pooh? The computer freezes, the refrigerator doesn't. Light bulbs pop when you flip the switch. You hit every red light on your way to work. Your nose runs and your feet smell - everything is mixed up!

Welcome to energetic chaos!  And it's not exclusive to people.  

My lawn mower had it.  That's why it was given to me.  Three families owned it previously and each gave it away, convinced it was possessed.  Saturday morning the mower arrived and my friend's farewell message was, "Good luck. You'll never get it started".

Great.  This is my first mower so let's begin with intimidation.  Hmmm. 

Now you'll learn how I think.  Well, a bit how I think.  I think everything is energy. Energy patterns carry packets of information.  How we receive and transmit information to and from those patterns determines how smoothly our life flows.  Knowing the people who owned that lawn mower before me, I figured the poor thing didn't stand much of a chance.

So the first thing to do was clear the energy around the mower.  No, I didn't burn sage or dance around it. My fence is way too short for that.  I simply dropped into my quiet space, just standing there, feeling gratitude and love for that machine.  Now if someone's watching over your shoulder about now, it's okay to guffaw "This woman is nuts!" Later you can try this technique when no one's looking.  Because it works.

It doesn't always work the first time, so I let the mower sit all by itself in the middle of my yard that entire Saturday afternoon while every couple hours I'd visit it with more gratitude and love.  Seriously, though, the patterns of LOVE and GRATITUDE are the strongest and most powerful of all. It's the basis of the teachings of Jesus, who moved mountains and Moses, who parted the Red Sea.  I was just trying to start a lawn mower.

By late afternoon I had to get serious or it would be too dark to mow.  So I stepped close to the machine, into its energetic pattern, and felt for information to make it start. My intuition told me to take that filter-looking thing off the side and pour gas on it, so I did.  I hadn't a clue why.  WHY doesn't matter.  

Next was to set up a pattern of information for the behavior I wanted.  So I PRETENDED to pull the cord, then I imagined hearing the engine putt-putt-roar and last I pushed that dead mower across the yard and back - pretending it was fired up and cutting grass.

Now, if you're good with small engines, you may read this and reason how the things I was doing could logically have helped start that mower.  But I'm still clueless how engines run.  I just know that this particular day in my overgrown yard, a little red mower reved up on the third pull and has been cutting my grass faithfully for the last two years...me following behind with love and gratitude.

Who needs a crystal ball.  

There's nothing spooky about receiving intuitive messages.  It's not magic.  Nor is it evil.  It's simply the art of reading information from a biofield, the natural information-based energy patterns that encompasses a body or soul.  I suspect anyone can learn to read them.

In fact, I believe children are born with the ability to see things that "aren't there" but because spirits don't interact with us (hopefully), a child's interest in them will soon give way to more intriguing things, like purple dinosaurs named Barney and their friends. Eventually the visions fade from the child's thoughts and therefore, their reality.  

Until the age of four, my twin daughters saw the energetic patterns of the people who once lived, and died, in the big old house we called home.  "Mommy," a twin said to me as we lay in bed early one morning.  "Aunt Hazel is here."  "Oh, yeah" I replied, eyes still shut.  "Where is she?"  "She's at the bottom of the bed" was my little one's answer.  This got my interest enough to raise my head and peer toward the foot rail where I saw no one.  Flopping my head back down I mused "So what's Aunt Hazel wearing?" to which the three year old glibly replied, "Oh, nothing.  It's just her head. Can I have cereal?"

I often felt the presence of spirits in that house.  Like Lillian, the reclusive, spinster daughter of the town's mayor who built this home 50 years earlier, and occasionally a mischievious elderly gentleman we fondly referred to as the "Old Fart". 

I often felt watched.  But feeling watched turned out to be a good thing, for it spurred me to begin my 30-year journey learning how to watch back.

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