Well, here I sit contemplating just how spiritual I really am. I have had some interesting things happen over the last couple of weeks that have brought me to the edge. It's all fine in theory when you are learning about metaphysical things, but when you actually start to experience them, it can be quite humbling. It is so strange, foreign and overwhelming. It makes you question everything. Do I have enough courage to walk this path? 

A few weeks ago I bought Dr. Eric Pearl's book, "The Reconnection". I started to read it and then decided to go to one of his practitioners Holly Hawkins. The first time I went I experienced something I have never experienced before, my body moving by itself.

I went to her place for the session. She was pleasant. I felt at ease. She had me fill out some paperwork. She didn't ask me why I was there. Apparently it can be better if they don't know so that their ego does not get involved and start trying to help, which can hinder the healing experience. (At the time I had just been stung by a Stingray the week before and I also had suffered from Costochondritis & Pleurisy in my left lung for 8 months.)

During the session my body felt like Gumby. That is as close as I can explain it. I found it interesting that it felt as if my whole left side of my body was being opened up while the right side was firmly grounded in physical reality. It was as if it was being pushed and pulled. Moved and shifted. My head turned to the right side by itself, I felt as if it was to move it out of the way so that THEY could get in there better or something. Then it moved back. I felt presences other than hers, but not human. I did not feel scared. 

When it was over, my body felt awesome! I instinctively knew that my costochondritis was immensely better. I was able to take a deep breath for the first time in months. Sadly my stingray sting was still as painful as ever. 

When it was over I thanked her. We spoke for a little bit, I found her very interesting and nice. She told me often it takes 3 sessions to really click in. As I drove away. I remember saying to myself, “Well, THAT was weird!”, referring to the experience itself. 

Once during the week I experienced my body moving again without my conscious desire to do so. My left pinky was tapping away. I just watched it with interest. When I wanted it to stop I could stop it. When I let go, it started tapping away again until it was done whatever it was doing. I was slightly concerned that if I pursued this further I could completely loose control. 

I continued to read The Reconnection. I found that what I was experiencing are called registers. They are an involuntary physical or physiological response to the frequencies. So it seemed that the frequencies had come home with me and that’s why things were happening. 

All of these things could be explained easily individually, but collectively, they add up to some major weirdness. My trash disposal stopped working. My dryer broke. When I held my hand up to one of my client’s computers it started crackling in the speaker. When I pulled it away it stopped.  At one of my clients their power strip shut down while I was working on one of the pieces of equipment. This kind of frightened me to be honest with you. After all I am known to be the MacAngel not the MacDestroyer. Since that thought I have not had anything else happen with electronics. Cross my fingers that manifestation doesn’t come back. Normally I have the ability to bring peace into any situation, not chaos. This is new for me and I am not too sure I like it. 

So my stingray sting gets infected, I end up in the hospital with cellulitis. I am having no fun at that moment in time. However, I am pleasantly pleased by the fact that the costochondritis has not returned. Normally it reacts badly when I am hurt or under stress, which it had done on the day I got stung by the stingray. The pain of the costochondritis was worse than the sting itself. It just complicates everything. So I keep myself calm and stress free as much as possible most of the time. 

My second session with Holly comes up the morning after I have been in the hospital all night. They let me go in the morning saying I am healing normally now. 

This experience with Holly was way beyond anything I was ready to experience. My registers were extremely active. My hands moved. My stomach gurgled. The sensations I was feeling were really strong. I opened my eyes several times during the session. When it was over and she asked me why, all I could say was, “I don’t know, I felt shocked by something. Not physically shocked but surprised. I can’t even describe all I felt this time. It was like an acid trip. I can tell you it was bizarre.” I asked her if this was normal. (Quite frankly I was afraid I was losing my freaking mind.) She said different people experience different things. (I was wondering if she thought I was nuts too.) I shared with her my stories from the week before and she shared an elevator experience with me. So I calmed down a bit knowing that it wasn’t just me.

I had read in Dr. Pearl’s book, that people experience things, but again, reading something and having something really happen to you are two completely different things. Thank God I didn’t start talking like some of Dr. Pearl’s patients have. That would really freak me out. 

The moment I stepped off the table the stingray sting felt better. I could walk with no limp whatsoever. Of course, it had not healed over completely, but it did feel night and day better from how it had felt 6 hours before. 

So I walked out of there in shock. I still am to some degree. What is this? Do I want to pursue it? Is it psychosomatic? Is it real? What does this mean? And where will it take me? Are we really ready for miracles? What will people think? What do I think? 

When Holly comes back in July I am going to see her again for my third session. I am a bit trepidatious but I have decided to have the whole experience. At the very least I am learning things about myself and the way I look at the world. Finding I am not as open minded as I thought I was. Trying not to judge the experience or myself but simply let it happen and see where it takes me.