My client from the early 1990's, Joan Diver wrote about a healing treatment I gave her in Pennsylvania when she was having major problems with her back. The book is a spiritual memoir of her many adventurws in healing and becoming a healer. The following is a description of the circumstance involved.
When Spirit Calls: A Healing Odyssey
By Joan Diver
Copyrighted material. All rights reserved.Monkfish Book Publishing Co. 2018
(Excerpt from Chapter 12)
Post-Thanksgiving quiet crept through the house. I was still humming as I straightened the cushions on the living room sofa and dusted the coffee table glass. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why, then, oh why can't I? I approached the Oriental rug by the piano, bent to pick up the edge, gave it a yank, and… Damn! My sacrum felt like it had ripped apart. Not just a pulled muscle, but that terrifying feeling when agitated nerves take over. I screamed and began stomping around the house. Lap after lap, I prayed the movement would loosen the knot in my spine, but my back cinched tighter and tighter. Maybe I should get down on the floor and stretch. No, that would be an admission of defeat. I've already exercised today, and I'm not going to give in. After a few anxious moments, I surrendered my body to the floor. Lying on the rug that had lured me into pain, I reluctantly took deep breaths. My hands drew my right knee to my chest ever so gently then my left. "Don't rush," experience cautioned. I rolled onto my side, bent the top leg tentatively, straightened it slowly and eased onto the other side. The crisis routine of stretching and relaxing might have carried me out of this mess if I had taken the time to repeat it, but panic set in. Colin’s faculty members were coming with their spouses and partners for a holiday party, and the house had to be decked out with holly. I scheduled a remote healing. At the appointed hour, I called Linda then hung up the phone and lay down on the bed. I was waiting for peace to give me rest, but my body stayed contracted and cold. Soon heavy rivets seemed to bore into the bones of my spinal column. Squirming, I imagined Erector Set pieces being screwed together, one by painful one. What is it? Scaffolding? I couldn't escape. Something held me bolted to the bed. Copyrighted material. All rights reserved. 2 Outside, the deafening roar of a tree-chipping machine attacked my peace and unleashed my doubts. Was I a felled tree? Would I get chewed up by the force that was working on me? By an annoyed husband impatient with my collapse? Or by my own confusion? I struggled to hold fast to my faith. Trust kept me present until the drilling in my back subsided and my body was free to move. But as I slowly sat up, I realized my darkest fear had come true. I wasn't better. I was worse. ~~~~~
The doorbell buzzed my massage therapist’s arrival. I limped to the third-story window and tossed out a key. I could hear the front door close and Merry coming up the stairs. She found me confined to the bed in pain and despair. "Is there any hope?" I asked, slipping into another chasm of fear. "You're in God's hands," she assured me. "Just relax." "I can't let Colin down again. His faculty is coming to our house this weekend, and we're supposed to have dinner with the chairman of his board." "What will happen if you don't go?" Merry interrupted. My stomach turned into a knot thinking of Colin's annual depression. Like the Grinch, it always threatened to steal his Christmases, and I didn't want to make it worse this year. "Not going isn't an option," I finally answered. "For months, Colin's been coping in a new city without a functioning wife. First I was gone for six weeks. Then I came home and promptly fell apart. Now six weeks later, it's more of the same. I've had enough and so has he." Merry agreed that I should stay on the bed. The massage table was too high a climb. So I rolled onto my belly, slid a pillow under my hips and rested my head on my arms. The angel of mercy prayed for my healing, then reached for a bottle of sweet oil. The elixir was soon seeping under my skin, coaxing tight muscles to let go. I didn't understand what my body was holding, but I did know I couldn't face the Copyrighted material. All rights reserved. 3 thought that was rearing its thunderous head. Colin had once feared I would abandon his embrace and wander off to the desert to contemplate God. Now I worried that he would no longer be able to put up with a broken-down wife right here at home. Was “stormy weather” in store? Teardrops drizzled down my cheek. ~~~~~
At four o'clock, the massage was over, and I lay on my back, inert. Through a veil of semi-consciousness, I heard Merry wash her hands, walk across the floor and whisper, "Goodbye, Joan. I hope you feel better." All I could do was nod. This time, it was peace that held me riveted to the bed. Before long, a gray mist wafted through my inner vision and white light filtered through the gray. A voice said, "Don't move. And don't take any medication." I focused on the light and the mist. The voice returned. "It doesn't matter if you're in bed for a day, a week, a month, a year. You're fine, and nothing is as important as this." I was swirling in a pool of bliss. Soon my right leg trembled, then my left. My hip twitched. Wind whistled through my ears, and the trembling escalated. The sun set behind the trees. Dark shrouded the room. I heard my neighbor turn into her driveway as she did every night at six. By now, both legs had lifted lightly off the bed and were shaking unabated in tandem. My feet pushed against the sheets, as if trying to go someplace. Where? I heard the rumbling of the 7:18 train. Seven minutes later, the front door unlocked, the screen door slammed and familiar footsteps marched up two flights of stairs. Colin walked in. "What the—?" I could barely speak. "I'm having some kind of experience. My legs won't stop moving." His jaw tensed. I shut my eyes, hoping to hide my fear of failure. Copyrighted material. All rights reserved. 4 His size eleven shoes dropped onto the closet floor. Slippered feet shuffled into the bathroom. The toilet flushed. Water ran. My tired husband emerged. "Do you want dinner?" he asked. "No, thanks," I said. "Not tonight." ~~~~~
Later that night, Colin moved into the guestroom downstairs. "Would you light the candle before you leave?" I asked. He kissed me goodnight and turned off the lamp, leaving me alone in the flickering light. My legs continued to shake. My pelvis occasionally jerked to the side. As the shaking intensified, so did my inner prayer: “Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.” My out-of-control legs bounced up and down. "Help me rise above this pain—on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” Electricity shot up my back. “Lead us not into temptation—Oh Lord, from what am I being delivered?—For thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory—Om Namah Shivaya, this hurts. Amen.” I started again, and the Holy Mother appeared. “Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.—Holy God, this is like having a baby. Remember to breathe. Amen.” My legs shook faster and faster. A sudden shift of the hips, a jolt up the back, a shooting pain down the leg, a cracking vertebra. Is the scaffolding from Linda's healing protecting my spine? Constant pain. “The Lord is my shepherd—so present is he—I shall not want. He leadeth me beside the still waters. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me—even as they shake every atom in my soul. Thou anointest my head with oil. My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.” Hours had passed, and my bladder was threatening to runneth over as unholy waters pressed inside. The call of pain grew loud and shrill. I tried to retreat beyond its Copyrighted material. All rights reserved. 5 reach, but the demanding waters kept rising. I finally surrendered, tapping the floor to my mate below. Colin appeared with middle-of-the-night eyes. "What's the matter?" "I have to go to the bathroom, and I can't get up." With sleep-induced candor, my good husband of twenty-four years glared at my shaking body. "Why in God's name do you keep letting these crazy things happen?" ~~~~~
Emptying my bladder was a big mistake. I didn't realize how far I had escaped on the wings of prayer. Now my body had awakened to excruciating pain, like a patient in the operating room whose anesthesia wears off. I asked the guru, the Lord, whoever was listening, if I could have some Tylenol, please. The voice in charge took pity. "Thank God," I muttered. But the drug "more doctors recommend" could not halt the cosmic surgery. The vibrating and shaking was coming from a place so deep within, yet so beyond me, I could no longer resist the slippery slope into pain. I could only embrace it, trusting that I was being led to a place I could never venture by myself. In my groping mind, I imagined a God box where I could offer the pain. And I reminded myself of my essence. "I am not my body. I am the self, the God part of me that knows pain as an illusion of this earthly existence. I am not my body. My body is a temple. Om. “Our Father who art in Heaven hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done—right here in this bed now. Our Father, I am so grateful and so overwhelmed. Why are you doing this to me? For me? “Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women—Why are you doing this? I am not my body. The Lord is my Shepherd. Hail Mary. Om Namah Shivaya. Our Father. Why?" Day dawned on my mantras to the Lord. Energy ran rampant through my bones as my hips continued to shift. There was no breakfast, surgeon, chiropractor or break. Copyrighted material. All rights reserved. 6 Just God and me and a body that finally stopped shaking after eighteen grace-filled hours. ~~
Why Are Halloween And The Lost Continent Of Atlantis Connected?
Things happens for a reason. Our whole lives are a series of connected events, one foreshadowing another. It is all one giant puzzle that brings together all the necessary elements that are needed for our soul’s evolution and growth. These are really all given in love, the one cohesive force that binds all of us together as one.
The Christian religion has adopted many rituals and days of celebration from the ancient traditions of their own beliefs of how the Great Spirit works in our lives. Many “pagan” or Earth based practices were intentionally brought into the foundation of modern Christianity so that they would be more readily accepted.
The celebration of the Winter Solstice is one example. Winter Solstice is the shortest day of the year. The “light” disappears much quicker that day than any other day of the year. It is a nautical fact that our physical sun stays on the horizon of earth for three days,it does not move from that position. On Christmas morn the physical sun starts to rise again on its path to the heavens.
Jesus the embodiment of the Christ, the light of God, is born on Christmas morn. When the physical sun is “resting” at the horizon the spiritual light is filling every atom of space and penetrates to the very center of our Mother Earth and to the center of us. The Light of the Great Spirit is the LOVE that is given to us as our life force.
I have been a fan of Edgar Cayce for many years. He was known as the “sleeping prophet" and helped thousands of people while he was in a “trance” state. He was able to correctly diagnose medical conditions and also provide information that would be helpful to the person he was reading to remedy the situation.
He was a Baptist minister and didn’t believe in reincarnation but started referring to his clients past lives as a reason for their current illness. He then gave people readings on their past lives.
One day many years ago I was sitting on my living room floor next to a low bookcase. All of a sudden a red paperback book literally jumped out of the shelf and fell on the ground. It was a book of the prophecies of Edgar Cayce. I picked up the book and knew I had to open it to the first page I came upon. I read the following;
“The day most attributed to the sinking of Atlantis was October 31 or November 1st.”
The exact day this happened and the day I was reading this was November 1st !
It all made perfect sense. November 1st is known as All Saints Day in the Catholic Church. November 2nd is known as All Souls day, or the day of the dead, the day to honor our relatives. The celebrations of Halloween was probably started to honor the dead from the sinking of Atlantis. This was later adapted into the Christian religions.
Atlantis had become a highly technologically advanced civilization that has eventually become corrupt and used this to create wars on other societies. There were supposed to be 3 to 4 sinking episodes of the lost continent. The last one has been linked to the great flood.
There is also the possibility that the giants of old, the “Fallen Angels," the Nephilim, were deliberately wiped off the earth in the flood because of their nefarious ways. The legend of the Great flood has been recorded in many religions of our planet. We are all linked together as One in Spirit.
Halloween comes to us in the form of “dressing up” in different costumes, i.e. as different people. This ritual may be a throwback to the time of the sinking of Atlantis when literally thousand of souls died at once. We dress up to avoid the “grim reaper” who brings us to our physical death. We are in costume so that “He” will not recognize us and take us away.
Atlantis is now being linked to Antarctica and the lost city found beneath the ice. Edgar Cayce pointed to Bimini as the top most mountain of Atlantis that never sank. My trip there proved to me that it was indeed Atlantis. The very first night we felt 10,000 souls trying to get into the rooms we were staying in. Very strange energy! (see my article,”Bimini-Atlantis Found?”)
The tapestry of life has been interwoven into stories, legends, religions, and common beliefs of all the people and life on Mother Earth. We really are all the same with different faces and bodies. We are all part of “The Great One Spirit.”
Let us begin to accept and honor our differences and enjoy one another for the gifts and wisdom we each have to share.
© 2017 Merry C. Battles
Burning the midnight oil.
Striving for sleep eternal.
Thinking of those millions of thoughts
That keep us awake.
As we wish for the dream land of rest.
Tonight my mind reflects and creates
New and wondrous things
That start with cool ideas and
End up in heated passions.
Living now means only pondering ,
My bed, my bloodshot eyes,
My hand on my chin, as I write.
If there is only this moment,
Why, oh why do I jump to the horrors (man made)
Of the future or past?
Thoughts envelope our Universe;
That energy never escaping.
The pure essence of mind space
Links one brain to another;
In transparent strings of light.
We make these thoughts live with our breath.
With the power of love and feeling.
These thoughts create new worlds for us,
And tie down possible flight.
Can we listen to hearts and strive for the
Mind of universal thought?
The truth and light can be brought to our world
As we listen and see the true essence of
God as one with man.
copyright 2017 Merry C. Battles
DO OUR BONES HOLD THE MEMORY OF REINCARATION?
©2015Merry C. Battles
Spirit comes to me in my dreams. Every night we go to the center of the Cosmos right within our own self. We go back to our Source to be healed and receive guidance. Eighty per cent of our dreams are compensatory, they help to analyze and solve the problems of the day.
Sometimes they show us the future or the past. Déjà vu may be the reality that we go in our dreamtime to the place, circumstance or words that we will encounter the next day.
I know when dreams are Spiritual, they are screaming symbology. I also know that some distorted dreams are from eating too much Pizza!
I had a dream years ago where someone asked me, “Have you heard from your bones lately? You always call them that.” She handed me the Birds of Paradise flowers and said, “Not many people want these.” Then I was given a name, a name I had never heard of in my waking state.
Many years later before I was on a computer or the Internet, I went to the Library to look up the name I was given in my dream.
I walked in and noticed a low bookcase with used books for sale. The Encyclopedia listed two people with that name. One was a tyrant, I figured that was me!
As I left the library I glanced through the bookshelf for a book I might be interested in. I looked once; I looked twice, and then decided to touch every book that was there. I came to an actual script of the Broadway play “Cactus Flower” with my sisters’ name, Marjorie Battles as Botticelli Springtime! Marjorie was already in Heaven, and I knew she was tapping me on the shoulder to find that book!
David may be the reincarnation of the famous seer Edgar Cayce, when looking at a photo of the two of them side by side you can really see it.
The minerals of Earth hold the memories. The stones gather the atmosphere around them. Bones of the body are the hardest material of the human form. My belief is they reorganize and bring back with them the memory of the past.
Chi, Ki, Prana, and Orgone are all names for the Life Force. This Life Force is in every atom of space. The Chi is stored in the bones.
Energy, or Life Force, never dies. The essence of who you were comes back together to once again attempt to live the “perfect” life.
Our Soul, our imprint never dies. But gathers again to form the latest vehicle for Earths journey. We can bring with us the memory of the distance past. It is said that the Angel of forgetfulness kisses us above our mouth as if to say Shhh so we won’t remember our past deeds. It might be too hard to return to this place of great sorrow and great joy.
It is not easy to accept that we might have been evil before. It is all part of the drama we call Earth.
Every thought, word, and deed is recorded in the ethers of earth. The Akashic Record is called the “Book of Gods Remembrance.”
The etheric body is the Life Force body and is an exact replica of the physical body. This is what is “opened” up during treatments of Acupuncture, Jin Shin Jyutsu®, Shiatsu,, Reiki, and any type of energy work. All these modalities open up the system so that the body can heal itself.
If you want to find an answer to a question, ask your bones for help.
©2015Merry C. Battles
2015 – The Wisdom and Joy of Everlasting Eternity
©2015Merry C. Battles
You're not poor, just broke.
To have a fight you need an opponent.
copyright2014Merry C. Battles
They say we are the only intelligent life in the Universe,
and they call THIS intelligent !
by Merry C. Battles
©2012Merry C. Battles
Running, running, but to where?
Meet one here. Meet more there.
Scurrying to find happiness.
Racing to capture fulfillment.
Leaping to consume.
Searching for what's good tomorrow.
Maybe if I keep running,
I won't have to think about me -
Who I really am,
What I really feel about life,
Where I am going.
This glorious race leads us back to
Just me sitting here.
Loving the world or hating it.
Making peace or creating war.
Just me alone.
But tied to trillions and zillions of other stars.
©2012Merry C. Battles
July 29, 2012
Peace on Earth and God's Good Freedom
August 25, 2012
Pluto – The Great Unmasking Has Begun
By Merry C. Battles©2012
Yes people, Pluto IS a planet. It always has been. It always will be. And powerful planet it is.
Our little galaxy, our little solar system all revolves around our mighty Sun which is one of the billions or trillions of Suns in the Great Spirits world. We ALL revolve around the Great Central Sun.
I am not an astrologer but I know that the planets all have an influence on every one of us. The alignments of Pluto are bringing the truth out. Nothing can be hidden.
From the tiniest worm to the “greatest” human being – ALL will be revealed. Just look at the news.
The choice is ours. Do we accept ourselves with all our warts and beauty? Can we believe that this world has The Great Mystery behind every action? Can this Great Mystery always bring us LOVE?
Do we choose a life of Joy? Do we choose a life of destruction? Both have certainly been part of the menu in each person’s life. No one escapes without the tears – expressed or not.
Trust in the process of the un masking. We will ALL have to pay for our nefarious deeds.
It is the only way.
Choose love and life. We are headed that way anyway. The Great Spirit is a wise and loving Mother, a patient and just Father.
No one escapes this world alive. Alive in Spirit yes, but not with our temporary
Pluto will be with us always.
You can no longer hide!
Merry C. Battles©2012
December 21, 2012 – Is it the end or the beginning?
plus MerryThoughtsⓒ For Halloween
MerryThoughtsⓒ - For Halloween:
There is no monster. The monster is ignorance.
December 21, 2012 – Is it the end or the beginning?
The ancients speak of this time as the Shift of the Ages. All time past, present, and future has the opportunity to speed up or slow down, stop, and then start all over again at a higher level of integration.
When a system reaches chaos and gets sick it needs healing. At first it is disintegration and then it starts to rearrange at a higher level of organization. This can be compared to a body getting sick and then healing with all the pieces in a better organization.
We are all doing that in our lives if we are doing our "homework." The whole Universe is going through a transformation. - A new birth.
With birth there are definitely labor pains and then the new dawn approaches.
The old, outmoded, trying situations are cleaned out and will be detoxed as the new world, the new human/divine being emerges. This is akin to the caterpillar coming out of its cocoon as the beautiful butterfly.
We all have a choice right NOW. Do we believe in the destruction of our Great Mother Earth or can we see a bright future of peace and harmony?
The outcome depends on ALL of us together.
When you feel scared, overwhelmed, or chaotic, go into your room be quiet and center yourself. It will pass. Think about the love you feel and the love and kindness you can give.
Can you see the glorious future that awaits us all when we can chose love and peace?Most of all – Believe in LOVE.
©2012 Merry C. Battles