This is a true story--part 2

This is a true story—part 2

I lie down on the ground. Everyone gathers around me. Kris instructs them to put their hands on me and just connect with me as a being, as a part of themselves. He lets them know that my energy is low and that they can help me to reconnect to Self.

They’ve done this for me before, and I’ve been there for others in the group, so it doesn’t seem all that extraordinary.

However, if you will, take just a moment to ponder how amazing this is. We are at a birthday party. It’s not my birthday. It has nothing to do with me. Yet, when my spiritual family sees me suffering, sees me low, they took the time to gather around me and help me heal. That is absolutely extraordinary.

It reminds me of a story I once heard of a time long ago, when humanity was new on the earth. Back then, the story goes, there was no need of language, all beings knew they were connected, that they were one with each other. When they saw one of their own, in reality themselves, suffering, they dropped what they were doing and went to heal that being.

That is a story of an age long past, a golden age…but to see even a glimpse of that reality here on this earth, in this time. Again, that is extraordinary.

So, I am lying there on the ground of K2’s living room. Kris tells me to open to the love that is present there. I am having a hard time doing that. Part of me feels closed off. I notice that my body is twitching. I’m watching it happen, and I say to myself, “hmmm…that’s kind of weird.” (wouldn’t you think it strange?). I want to be in control. I don’t want the others to notice that I’m twitching, but there’s really nothing I can do. It just is what it is. I start to feel like I’m not the one in control here. I’m not the one in the driver’s seat.

The twitching starts to get more severe. I start to feel as if I’m entering some kind of trance. It reminded me of those healing ceremonies you see on t.v. from time to time. The being on the ground starts writhing on the ground, in a trance, as the healers work on him. I used to read stories about this kind of event, and even wished, at one point, to be involved. But never did I wish that I would be the one needing to be healed. Never did I wish that I would be the one in the position of weakness. When I read such stories, always I imagined that I would be the healer, the strong one, not the one in need of healing, the weak one.

Furthermore, I’m a pretty level headed guy. I see myself as a bit skeptical. I can’t say I’m the sharpest knife in the box, but I’m not the world’s biggest fool either. All I can tell you is my experience, what I felt as I lay there on that ground. And I’m telling you I saw my body start to twitch and I felt as if I were entering a trance. A strange place to be, let me tell you.

I start praying to God. I start asking for a healing. But my prayers are so fervent, so deep, so real. It’s beyond what I expected. It’s like I’m really sick. I’m really in danger. And I can feel it. And I’m calling out to God like a desperate man, looking for healing.

And I notice that around me, the energy has shifted. Kris and Kalyn start asking for Copal Smoke and Holy Water. There is something more going on here then simply looking for some kind of energetic boost. There is a real honest to God healing happening here.

I can hear them talking amongst themselves. They are saying that there is something in my side. They can see it. Some kind of entity. They take off my shirt.

Usually I’d be embarrassed in some way to be there shirtless in front of all these people, but I actually felt ill. You know that feeling that all bets were off. I felt like I was just a being in the face of the vast infinite universe, just a small speck, praying to be well again. So what did I care. I was just a body. A being. Somebody who would eventually die. And I was hoping that death would not come to me tonight.

The sprinkle holy water on me. For some reason it burns a bit. It hurts. I start coughing. All these dark memories from my life come before my awareness. I want to cry out, but I want to control my emotions, but I want to cry out. I just want to be healed. I just want to be well. I can feel Kris press in to my side. I start shaking. I start shaking.

“God, have mercy on me. God, have mercy on me. For whatever I have done wrong, for whomever I have hurt, have mercy on me. May all beings be healed. May all beings be free. God, have mercy on me.”

And it goes on. And it goes deeper. And I see the deepest, darkest, recesses of my Soul.

“God, have mercy on me.”