Posts Tagged ‘Energy Work’

As many of you know, Melissa tried a gauntlet of both conventional and alternative approaches, treatments, and methodologies to fight cancer and live well over a half-score and three years past her first diagnosis. There were many approaches she did not try, but she was probably familiar with many of them anyways. She was a research guru and she never hesitated to share with anyone who was seeking information. Not sure if you noticed, but I said information, not answers. Having the “answer” is just way too simplistic to most any situation, least of all trying to survive any stage of cancer, especially Stage IV cancer. There is a lot of comfort that can be provided to one individual’s insanity of fighting cancer by looking at the success of another individual’s given treatment modality. But, Melissa would be the first to tell you, and she mentioned it in her blogs, that there is no such thing as a “magic bullet” (reference “And the beat goes on…” posted 16 Jun 12). What works for one person may not work for another, that’s why individual choice is so important. However, I’m also not saying, never look at the statistics or to testimonials of a given modality, just always try to apply your own individual filter to the specific situation and data.

So, why this theoretical BS from someone who has never walked in Stage IV shoes. What do I really know, just being a passenger on Melissa’s journey? Well, I just have to share our experience with one of the last modalities that Melissa tried. If you are more conventionally minded, then please excuse my rant, but when you don’t have too many choices left and you are growing weaker, often the best treatment choice seems to be one that won’t fill your body with toxic chemicals; one such modality is energy work. Now, if you really contemplate our human existence, aren’t we all, made up of various types of energy? According to Einstein, human beings are made up of multi-dimensional energy fields. And, if you understand science, energy can not be created or destroyed, right, only transformed. If you know Melissa’s story, then you know she used many energy healers since she metastasized in 2007. Various types, and one, Kurt Peterson, may have saved her life many years ago. If you’ve been following Melissa’s blog long, then you also learned that energy healers ARE NOT all created equal. One such bad experience and many dollars spent was with one named Karen Korona (if interested you can read of specifics in a previous blog). But, let’s discuss more recent events. So, Melissa had her third appointment set up with Kris Kraft, but to make a long story short, he did not make it in time. When you are really sick, and there aren’t many options, there is a tendency to put your hopes in treatments which may be your miracle. Looking back now, leading up to this unkept appointment, several stand out moments happened, and I’d like to share them so that all your brains can be exercised. In the months prior to Melissa seeing Kris, there were occasional communications by phone and email. During these correspondences, Kris would consistently reassure Melissa, in essence, that she was doing better. For example, he told her of his dreams: basically Melissa was on a porch in a summer dress, rocking in a chair. Heck, even after Melissa was treated the second time by Kris, he kept reassuring her everything was “on track” and she’d be fine (reference “I’ve been slacking,” posted 19 Jul 12). So, as these conversations proceeded both Melissa and I got a huge deja vu feeling of Karen Korona’s antics. And a very ironic and sad part of the situation, Kris was not a Karen Korona fan and actually insisted that Karen and Melissa part ways before he would even consider treating Melissa the first time around. Even though our feeling of unease persisted and grew greater–remember how patients put their hopes on things sometimes they shouldn’t in wait of a miracle–so the appointment with Kris stayed in our calendar. Also, keep in mind, that alternative treatments typically are fairly expensive, just like conventional ones, but the big difference, if you have insurance, typically conventional treatments are covered and paid for by insurance, whereas, alternative ones are not.

Sorry, my attempts to make this long story short are failing, so I’ll try and wrap up. As, Melissa continued to decline (blind, organ failure, enormous pain, growing brain hematoma and tumor, exploding systemic cancer process throughout her body, and hospice called), I contacted Kris, before he departed the East coast, and told him not to come, basically to save him a trip. At the time, trying to keep Melissa comfortable was my only concern, and repayment of funds to treat Melissa was nowhere in my scope of reason. However, Kris decides to come anyways since he has “non-refundable hotel reservations.” He also says that his guider, “Power,” is telling him to come. Well, needless to say, both Power and Kris had it all wrong and Melissa passed before he and Power arrived. And, to top it off, Kris comes to our house later, after Melissa died, to say hello. I mean, he was hired to treat Melissa, not to come by for an hour and have me tell him stories of Melissa’s death. So, after waiting a week or so after Melissa died, I noticed that Kris had not issued a refund for services to Melissa not rendered. Finally, I asked Kris, and Kris responded that his website clearly states that refunds can only be given if he is contacted within 10 days of the original appointment and that I contacted him only 8 days prior to Melissa’s appointment. So, I tried to reason with Kris, but his perspective is the only one he and Power wants to see. Well, he still has not done the honorable thing and reimbursed what Melissa paid him for. So, I just have to say, from my experience, not all energy healers are the same, so be careful out there. And, don’t get me wrong, I think energy healing can do a lot of good. In fact, I believe, Jesus was the greatest energy healer who ever walked on our planet. And, aren’t we mostly energy anyways? When I was resting, mostly sleeping, right by Melissa’s side in our bed while holding her hand, at about 15 minutes after midnight on February 16, Melissa stopped breathing here on Earth. At that exact moment, I felt a huge surge of energy go through my body which must have been that exact instance when Melissa’s energy, spirit, or whatever you want to call it, left her body and was saying her final goodbye to me on this Earth and transformed to heavenly spaces.

Today the highs did not get out of the 30s in the mountain town where we live. Wood stove cranked up downstairs and I’m all bundled up trying to stay cozy. I just had to break down and buy a couple of size 4 pairs of jeans, which believe it or not, really hurt. Most women would be ecstatic but if I had worked for it, that would be one thing. Anorexia is totally another thing.

So I saw my oncologist last week and boy was he pleased! My circulating tumor cells test was 360 a mere 5 months ago. Now it is down to 7. Now granted, anything over 3 is kind of a bad situation, but still … That is so much less cancer floating around in my bloodstream than there was not so very long ago. Obviously we have the cancer on the run, but how can I survive if I find food repulsive? No amount of MMJ would change this, and hasn’t, for almost 4 years now. I had experienced some improvements … Probably doubling what I was eating … Through hypnotherapy, which has been a very healing and interesting process. But it still wasn’t enough to stop my TPN nutrition at night.

So when I saw my onc last week, he finally sat down, crossed his legs, and started discussing a drug called Megace (megestrol acetate). It is not a drug I would just take willy nilly as i do not believe in synthetics when natural is … well … natural. and especially hormones. And this is synthetic progesterone. I swear, I have steered so many people away from synthetic hormones. This cancer this continues to be an exercise in humility. Sometimes ya just gotta do what you gotta do. Anyway, this drug used to be used to treat cancer back in the day after regular hormonal therapy failed. But gals wouldn’t stay on it because it made them gain weight. So now that is how it is used … in lower doses for appetite when there is none.

I have known about this drug for years, but with my cancer raging out of control, the risk of thrombosis from it was just not worth the risk for any dr I have had in the past several years. But now … Now we can talk. He and I are both convinced that the fluid that is again accumulating in my belly is solely from the TPN and not from a cancer process. So he handed me a prescription, told me to fill it, and get off that TPN. So I filled it the next day and started using it. Omg … Aaaaaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! No one told me it was liquid! I mean, who makes liquid meds for adult folks who can swallow pills? Jeez! And it is the most bitter, chemical tasting mess I have had the displeasure of ingesting. I honestly wasn’t sure if I would handle a teaspoon of that mess once a day. I know … Big baby, huh? But remember, almost everything I put in my mouth lately made me gag and puke even if it didn’t taste bad. So I waited what I thought would be a couple of weeks for it to take effect … If it did anything at all.

Holy crap what a difference!!!!! After three or four days on it, I started eating regular-sized meals and I can’t even describe the joy it brings me to be able to put a bite of organic sweet corn in my mouth and enjoy the flavor of the ghee blended with the sweet crisp of the corn. It has been such a long time! So I am pretty much eating 3 meals a day now and working on backing down this TPN. Would rather see a little size come on me first, but I am getting fluid again and really wanna be done with that. So if the TPN truly is the culprit, I need to be able to get completely off it before I drain again. Currently, it is an experiment. We have backed me down to every other night to see what happens. But we are going to Breckenridge in a couple of weeks and I want to be fluid-free for that trip for two reasons … Amazing restaurants there and so my torso won’t look all sausagey, which is a look I have come to despise on me.

So over the next week or so, I promise to try to make the time to update you all, in case you’re curious, about the hypnotherapy thing … It is much different than what I expected … And about an amazing session I had with one of my energy healers, Penny Guinther, and introduce you to her. Se is just as amazing as both Kurt Peterson and Kris Kraft, in my opinion.

All I can say I I have no idea why I am still here, or what God has in store for me moving forward, but whatever He is up to, it sure ain’t boring. From my perspective at this moment, it is very exciting. And it feels hopeful for the first time in a year or more. More to come …

… I have risen from the flames, as my old fave Dan Fogelberg once sang.  And it was FAST!  I mean scarily, supernaturally fast.  When I left that hospital I was down to 99 pounds but the ascites fluid had never returned!  That was definitely a positive sign because as you know by now, ascites comes right back unless cancer is backing off.  I kept that NG tube until the day Kris Kraft worked on me.  That very afternoon, I had been almost 24 hours without the pump turned on, so it was time to lose it and give my poor throat some relief.  Every swallow, after three weeks of this, had become excruciating.  So the nurse pulled it that evening while Kris watched.

I was still on IV nutrition for a couple more months but I was able to eat little bits of soft things myself.  But I had a disappointing thing happen.  While I was hospitalized with that tube in my stomach, every little bit of food I smelled was torture.  Not because it made me nauseous … it made me hungry and I wasn’t allowed to eat.  I hadn’t been hungry in so very long and now that my bowels were resting, I wanted everything I smelled!!!!  I had such big plans for when that tube came out and I could enjoy eating again.  But it didn’t exactly transpire like that.  Once that tube came out, it was as though all that torture had never happened.  Now I was back to my old tricks of not wanting to eat, but I did eat whenever I could squeeze something in because I was on operation weight gain in a big way.  And gain I did!  I kept the IV nutrition going till July and I gained almost all my weight back.  I had gotten up to about 127 and figured that was enough.  And the risk of getting this port infected, with it always being accessed, was very real, so I didn’t want to stay accessed any longer than I needed to be.  But I was still concerned about this lack of appetite.  I had hoped that perhaps my body was just saturated and didn’t “want” anything more and that when I stopped the TPN my appetite would return.  Unfortunately, it did not.

That spring, I concentrated on returning to adequate levels of weight and some degree of strength.  I can’t even describe what happened.  I was on weekly chemo and monthly shots of Faslodex and infusions of Aredia for my bones.  My numbers were dropped quickly, fluid had not come back.  Of course that was my oncologist’s biggest concern with this rapid weight gain.  Fluid does that too … but every time I saw him, he declared me still fluid-free.

While I had been hospitalized, I had to stop using my oil.  God knows I was on enough heavy-duty, mess-with-your-head drugs anyway while I was there, so I just didn’t do it.  When I got home, however, it was time to get back to work, but I had to start all over.  My tolerance had been reduced to that of a little girl’s!  That’s a beautiful thing about cannabis.  If you just leave it alone for a week or so, you can jump start the meds’ effectiveness for you.  So I started with teeny doses again, but built up to full dose much faster this time.

A month out of the hospital

During chemo, one usually gets so run down and it’s cumulative.  Each treatment lowers your white and red counts just a little bit more and makes you feel just a little crappier.  Wow, was that ever not my experience this time!  I felt good.  No, I felt great!  I was energized and felt better than I had felt in years.  That was not the chemo.  That’s not what chemo does.  But that’s what was happening.  There were two possible explanations for this and, while I don’t know which one is accurate, I really don’t care.  It was either the cannabis oil and/or Kris’ energy work.

I never have one set of labs that made me have to push back a treatment.  Not once.  My white counts held steady the whole four months.  That translates to roughly 18 rounds of chemo with no anemia, despite bone mets.  No dropped white counts.  No postponement of treatment.  Loads of energy and stamina … no need for naps at all.  Those of you who have had chemo, did you feel like that?  I honestly believe that cannabis and energy work are two things every single cancer patient needs.

This was one tremendous shift in my learning.  All of the head knowledge I had attained over the past decade was largely for nought for me.  But it was not a waste of my time.  It was all part of the trail of breadcrumbs that I can now see in hindsight. If you had pointed me to Kurt’s website when I was first diagnosed, I would’ve looked at it, sure.  But I would’ve immediately scoffed and moved on like many people do.  I would not have been ready for it.  But God had been working on me in so many ways, slowly, insistently, subtly cracking open my mind tiny bit by tiny bit.

But then there’s that exorbitant price tag.  Sure.  But let me explain two things.  First, have you ever seen an explanation of benefits for a chemo infusion?  Yeah, just one little infusion costs way more than an entire day with Kurt or Kris.  And once is never enough with chemo.  Secondly, thanks to my work with Louis, now I knew how much of  a toll it takes on the healer to focus precious energy that intensely, into another person’s body, for that extreme an amount of time.  And then to get up and do it all over again?  Plus the travel and constantly being away from his own family?  I don’t know.  The man gave me my life back in a miraculous way and, in my opinion, that was worth every dime.

From a rigidly Christian perspective, those Christians who put limits on God … like I used to be … this might have been an evil thing and one that could jeopardize my very soul.  Dark energy … evil.  I mentioned that to Kurt once.  He threw his head back and laughed and said, “How could healing a brain tumor in a 12-year-old ever be evil?”  Ya know, he had me there.  There was no evil in my getting well … none whatsoever.  And thankfully my soul is still in my body.  If I hadn’t taken God out of His box two-and-a-half years ago, I’m not sure I would be able to say that now.

And now I was on weekly chemotherapy.  That evil chemotherapy.  It cannot heal anything.  Its sole mission is to destroy.  But my life was being restored to me in ways I had forgotten about.  My energy and stamina picked up, as well as my strength. The previous summer, I had such muscle weakness, I couldn’t even groom my horse.  But now I was out there grooming, playing with, riding … and I even had two camping weekends over the summer!  What a glorious miracle that was! Statistically speaking, chemotherapy gives tumor shrinkage, but that doesn’t always equate to increased time on the planet.  So the benefits, IMO, are typically not worth the side effects.  But such was not the case for me at all.  Once more, a miracle was happening in my world.  I would’ve been dead by this time, so this chemo definitely was extending life in my case.

My oncologist is a hoot.  Here he had talked me into all this therapy that he knew was not the way I roll … and I was coming back to life before his very eyes.  Months later, he asked me, “Did you think we’d ever see this day?”  I was doing so well and I told him no.  He said, “Yeah, I wasn’t too sure either.  Not sure at all.” Ooooooh I wish he had never told me that.  Now I know he has a serious poker face and we might need to make a tough decision together again one day.  Sure wish I didn’t know that part. But he humors me like a kind grandfather and acts as though he thinks the things I come up with are … well … probably more eccentric than ridiculous.  I guess, once one is four years past one’s expiration date, he can afford to let me run wherever I please.  He asks thoughtful questions about each and every modality I throw at him.  And then he says, “Whatever.”  The last time he said that to me, I told him, “Seriously?  Are you really going to say that to me?  You know I don’t respond like anyone else does.”  He had been walking out of the room and he whipped back around and said, “I know I say whatever.  But I also say I can’t argue with success and success is what is standing right in front of me.”  Guess he shut me up!

So what lesson could I take away from all of this conventional vs alternative experience?  The first time around, I nearly destroyed myself with toxic treatments.  I will never have pectoral muscles again from radiation to both sides of my chest. Secondary cancers are a huge risk as well.  Then I started reading and went to the opposite end of the spectrum and would not entertain anything remotely smacking of conventional cancer treatment.  It was toxic; it was deadly; it didn’t heal.  But here I was feeling better than I had felt for years.    Here’s my big lesson.  Yes, chemotherapy is toxic and natural therapies are not.  I still would not use chemotherapy as my “go to” stance in treating cancer.  My opinion is that chemo is extreme and should be used in extreme cases.  For me, it is a tool and should be used as such.

The way the conventional world typically treats metastatic patients goes like this.  They consider metastatic cancer incurable. So they don’t really try because now it becomes a fine line between quality of life and extending your life.  They don’t give you the extreme, “curative” doses of chemotherapy because it will make you really sick and won’t cure you anyway.  It becomes a balancing act.  They typically will not give you chemo cocktails (mixtures of drugs) now because they’re more difficult.  Now you get single agent chemos, for the most part, which are easier, but may not hurt your cancer as badly … not curing you, but keeping you alive a bit longer.   And when your cancer outsmarts the drug you are using, and it always does once it is metastatic, you move to another drug.  Until you run out of options.

I didn’t want to live that life.  I have learned that I have a pretty decent intuition in what to pursue and what not to pursue in my therapy.  I am slowly learning to trust that and not be afraid of it.  I have learned that when the fight has you on the ropes and your opponent pummeling the crap out of your face, you have two choices.  You can either go down for the count, or you can unleash something extreme to get that opponent off you so you can get back in the fight.  A tool to be used selectively. Unleash it, back off the enemy, then resume your style of fighting.

By summer of 2010, my numbers were on the move again in the wrong direction.  Back to the drawing board … what now? Meanwhile, a friend of mine from across the internet sent me an email asking if I’d heard of the Emerald Heart Foundation and sent me the link.  I was intrigued and called up the founder to see what they had going on.  The Foundation was in its infancy then, so they didn’t have much going on at the time, but we started chatting about what each of us thought had helped us the most as she was a Stage IV survivor herself.  Without hesitancy, I said, “My energy healer.”  She said, “Me too.”  So we shared info and hers happened to be an hour away, so I could get to her easily.  I got her contact info and gave her a call.

I started working with Karen Korona in July 2010 and we worked together through eight months and roughly $24k.  When I first contacted her, I had the image of Kurt and Louis in my head.  I was seeking physical help and she assured me she could teach me to heal myself.  I believed that then and I believe that now, so that sounded great to me.  I expected a session when we had our first phone appointment, but she told me that she works during the night-time, while the patient is sleeping.  One part of me thought, “Suuuuuure she does.  That’s a pretty easy way to make $165 for an hour of sleep time.”  But my new friend said Karen had saved her life and had told me her story about how she even moved across the country to have closer access.  That’s how highly she thought of Karen.  So I figured I’d try it.

I couldn’t feel her work during the night, but I didn’t expect to.  I would wake up the following morning in a good bit of pain and she said it was detox, which was a reasonable explanation.  But that was only after she had asked how I felt.  Kind of seemed to me that, since she was the only one who knew what she did to me, she would know if I was experiencing pain or not.  But that didn’t seem to be the case.  I went to visit her in August for our first “intensive.”  That is where I get a motel room and pretty much spend the day with her for several days.  She did do hands-on energy work and we would do this for the mornings.  We’d break for lunch, then come back and do some Kundalini yoga.  She would give me visualizations to work on, sending energy to my organs in the right colors and with the right sounds.  I learned about chakras and how to clear them and keep them that way.  I was getting into an area that I really hadn’t sought.  I was there for physical healing, but this was quickly turning into something spiritual, which wasn’t exactly what I wanted.  Even so, there was enough truth, and similarity of belief, that I would just sift the wheat from the chaff, so to speak.  I’d take what I needed and leave the rest.  Cuz, no offense to anyone Hindu, but that ain’t me.  I have a hard enough time with one deity, much less hundreds.  I carefully chose my approach to those things like making sure I knew the meaning of any chants and, if they didn’t line up with what I believed, I didn’t chant them.

When we worked together, she could certainly do some energy clearing.  I could go into her house feeling like I was about to explode and, after an hour of her work, I felt like all was right with the world.  That woman was like energetic valium.  But one can’t just move in with her to stay in her energy field.  I was beginning to think she could be just as addictive as valium.  Since then I’ve come to the conclusion that perhaps I was just being brainwashed.  She was holding a couples and healing retreat, on Kauai, in October that year and John and I decided to go as well.  I have to say this was the highlight of my time working with Karen.  The two weeks we spent there were transformational in so many ways.

By the time we got to Hawaii, I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to travel.  My numbers were going up slowly and my body was going slowly down.  I was slowly dropping weight and getting weaker.  By October, I was pretty damn weak, but I managed to get there.  We would get up at 0530 for some morning meditations, then we would drink a cleansing beverage and reunite for a couple of hours of Karen’s Kundalini/pilates hybrid which was kickass!  Then we would have breakfast and have free time from about 11 to 3 each day, but that time almost always involved an assignment and limited communication like grunting … or silence.  Being in a group, in silence, or unable to use words, is a challenging exercise!  It sounds silly, but it really was an effective way to become aware of how much energy we waste, every single day, with just blabbering.  When your communication is constricted, you have to be very selective which words you put to voice because you have to choose the best ones to get your point across.  It emphasized how much of our communication was without thought.  Then we would have a group assignment in the afternoon, followed by meditation, followed by dinner, followed by us sitting on the floor listening to Karen teach.

The whole time there was enlightening and wonderful and strengthening, but again, I couldn’t be near her forever.  Well, I guess I could if I had had unlimited finances, but that was not the case.  As my disease progressed, and she kept telling me I was healing and I just needed to surrender, I told her that we had saved a certain amount of money for if I needed to go to a clinic.  We addressed this with her multiple times.  We were spending the money we had saved with her, but we were quickly coming to the end of it.  I asked her if, at any point, she saw that this was too much for us, she would tell me.  I could always go conventional and bring in more fire power.  She promised.  I believed her.  Despite what my ever-declining body was telling me.

The first quarter of 2011 brought about a cancer explosion in my body.  Everything blew up all at once.  Markers raced upward, belly pain was returning, fluid re-accumulating.  John and I were quickly running out of money as I was getting worse. We asked her if she would consider some pro bono, or half-price work at this point, but she wasn’t willing to do that despite the fact that I was getting sicker.  The fact was I was dying but no one said a word.

By April, I had been hiding out from my oncologist because I knew he’d slap me silly but I was trying to “get out of my head” and do things differently than I had ever done.  Now that it was apparent I was receiving no help from my healer, I asked the rest of the group for prayer and disconnected from Karen.  I finally had an appointment with Dr Headley on April 11.  I only returned home to pack clothes.  It was just that fast.  Hospital-bound and in more trouble than I’d ever been in in my life.

After so many hours on his table, discussing this Reiki thing and energy work in general, I kept going back to my handy-dandy mental scriptures checking in with what the Bible had to say about this sort of thing.  And yes it talks about being careful, discerning spirits, etc.  But I kept diligently asking questions, pondering, and bouncing it around in prayer.  And it finally came to me one morning.  I don’t even remember, now, which translation this Bible was, but it was the scripture about the woman with the issue of blood in the Gospels.  She sought out Jesus in a crowd of thousands.  She had been bleeding for years and years.  The Bible specifically states that she had spent all her money on doctors, but instead of getting better, she got worse.  Read that again.  Seriously?  Have things really changed that much since Biblical times?  In some ways, yes … but some things never change!

Anyway, she elbowed and pushed her way up to Jesus and touched the hem of his garment.  What Jesus experienced, at that point, is the interesting part.  He was being jostled, pushed, crowded in this throng of people.  The moment that woman touched only His clothing, He stopped and asked who touched Him.  His disciples thought He had to be nuts … I mean, who wasn’t touching Him in that large crowd?  But He said, and it depends on the translation, but most translations say, “I felt power leave Me.”  The one I read that morning said, “I felt energy leave Me.” Honest to God.  I read it over and over again.  That was my confirmation.  In my opinion, Jesus was the ultimate energy healer.  He could focus energy and manipulate it and He taught others to do the same.  Not that I’m belittling His Godness (don’t get your hackles up, Christians).  I’m just saying that He set that precedent … and He said we would do greater things than that.  I didn’t explain this to preach to you.  I explained it so you would know my process in stepping into what was appearing on the path before me.  Was this a pile of something I didn’t want to step in or should I just walk on in confidence? It was at this point that I decided to go for it.  So he started practicing Reiki on me.

Reiki is a very balancing energy.  It is not focused.  It is not intense.  The practitioner is just the vessel for the energy to go through.  So, in my mind, I would envision Jesus’ hands on Louis’ shoulders and that was the energy coming into me through Louis.

English: A Reiki symbolFrom here, the energy knows where to go and where it’s needed, so there should be no ego involved in the process.  It’s not about the practitioner.  It’s just about being a willing vessel.  Now scientist friends of mine are laughing right now.  But I don’t really care because I know what I have experienced, even though I can neither explain its mechanism of action nor can I quantify it.  Also, my mind-body connection isn’t the best (something I’m currently working on) so I typically don’t feel energy in my body when I’m being worked on.  But boy, do I know a ton of people who can.  Most, in fact.  They feel a tingling or a heat.  Energy manifests that way.  I don’t feel that so I have to rely heavily on my intuition when choosing an energy worker.

After quite some time of this, Louis offered to teach, or “attune” me to Reiki.  We had a little class:  Louis, his wife, and I.  He attuned me to Level 2, one step shy of Master, before we had to move away from there.  But I have practiced on my family and they have all experienced relief from whatever is ailing them, despite the fact that I can’t feel it.  They feel heat or tingling … and many times it’s in a place different from where my hands are.

So it works with, or without, my knowledge, with or without my ego.  I can let go and let God work however He wants to in the individual.  This was my first foray into the wonderful world of energy … and it was just the beginning.