Today I treated my family doctor and half the clinic!!!!!
I went with my husband for a scheduled appointment. We were sitting in the examination room waiting. We heard someone shuffling along. We thought it was a patient, since our doctor doesn’t walk—she flies! Then the door opened, and our very own Aibolit limped in, her face completely gray! She greeted us, hobbled over to the chair, collapsed into it, and was practically in tears: “I can’t put weight on my right leg. It’s been four days. I’ve been swallowing painkillers by the handful—already tried injections, compresses, everything. It eases up for two and a half to three hours, then starts hurting again. The X-rays show no fracture, crack, and so on.”
My husband gave me such an eloquent look that I asked whether she would mind if I tried to help. Energetically. She agreed. When I asked how severe the pain was, she answered that on a scale of 1 to 10, it was 150. I immediately opened the KAY channel and set the registers. After about two minutes, we looked up and saw that the doctor’s lips and cheeks had already turned pink. She had opened her tablet, found my husband’s test results, and was basically ready to conduct the appointment. They were talking, and then she said that her leg felt cold, as if it had been placed in ice—very uncomfortable. I set new KAY registers, summoned Ra-fields in parallel, asked her to remove the shoe from her right foot, and began “laying on hands.” This was a first for me: not only my palms, but both wrists and arms almost up to the elbows were burning! After a short while, she suddenly leaned toward me, grabbed my hands, and said it was impossible—could she stand up? Naturally, I immediately pulled my hands away. She jumped up, first carefully putting weight on the painful leg, then taking another step more confidently. Then she hopped a couple of times on both legs, then on the right one—the one that had hurt—and suddenly started trotting around the examination room! She has been treating me for only nine years, but she has been seeing my husband for more than fifteen, and even he had never heard her laugh; we had only ever seen her smile. But now she was laughing happily, running around the examination room, and repeating that it was impossible. Finally, she stopped and sat down again, finished the appointment, and kept glancing at me in amazement, as if I were a penguin at the checkout counter instead of the cashier. Then she flew out to the reception desk to get my husband’s file for his next appointment, while we stayed behind to wait.
A nurse came in complaining about her big toe, then a second one said, “Please treat my arm,” then our doctor returned with a woman from reception whose head was splitting, and, the cherry on top, the radiologist with his nurse: his neck hurt so badly that he turned his whole body whenever he needed to look somewhere, while her lower back had such shooting pains that her legs sometimes gave way. So, in the end, we had to stay in that little infirmary. After I had treated everyone, we agreed that as soon as anyone felt the pain returning, they would let me know. Only the radiologist called to ask for another session, about six hours after the first one, but he noted that the pain was already down to three out of ten. Everyone else called with thanks, blessings, and general delight—beyond words! We also agreed to have a follow-up session tomorrow to consolidate the results, but without meeting in person. I’ll treat each of them, collect their feedback, and we’ll see how it goes.
I feel that my only problem may be my husband: he is so proud of what I can do that he is practically bursting! I explained a thousand times that I am merely a vessel that is filled and through which healing energy flows; that it isn’t me, that I don’t do anything myself, but only pass on what I have been given. He didn’t understand until I said that I was a postman: if there is a letter, I deliver it; if there is no letter, there is nothing—and no one—to deliver. That seemed to make sense to him.
Thank you, OM Shanti! I really, really enjoyed helping. I feel as if someone gave me a million, as the cat Matroskin says—“free of charge, that is, for free” )))