"I must see you today," the agitated woman said. "My 18-year-old grandson has been shot." Standing at my door was a tiny lady I had laughingly dubbed the "egg lady." A month prior, she had phoned asking, "Are you the healer recommended by Kryon?" I answered, "Yes, I am the person listed in their publication. When Grandmother, as I so respectfully call her, arrived for her first session, she brought a dozen brown eggs from her prize-winning chickens. Clearly I was being honored with those eggs, for they were truly a treasured possession.
Today, however, she had shown up at my door unannounced; I ushered her in, and upon entering the house, she quickly explained, "Doug, my grandson, opened his door to intruders who intended to rob him. They shot him point blank in the skull and left him for dead. He managed to call 911 before collapsing. Now he's at an emergency center in San Francisco and going into surgery. We need help, far more than doctors alone can provide."
Immediately, I was washed with a flood of the energy that I lovingly call Spirit. It literally knocked me off my feet and onto my knees. I needed to sit and go into meditation. I breathed into my sacred space, that which some might call their meditative space, and discovered that I could feel the actual energy of the operating room where Doug's surgery was taking place. Not only could I feel the tension of the room, I could sense the heaviness of the surgeons' and nurses' responsibility. Although his grandmother and I were in San Diego and Doug was in San Francisco, I easily connected with him by means of his grandmother's love and willingness to connect to Spirit.
The feeling of heaviness I felt told me that the surgery was not going well. The heavy sensation came because no one in the operating room believed, or knew, that Doug could live. Instead, the medical staff and the operating room itself was filled with an atmosphere of logic, reason, and memories of previous experiences. The first thing we had to do was somehow change the dark energy in the entire operating room, uplift everyone and change their image to one in which it was possible for Doug to live. I easily held the vision of his power to choose every step of the way.
When I realized Doug was in a coma, I knew he would be lost in darkness and would need the light of this reality to find his way back. It was now time to give grandmother her assignment. This was difficult for me because my instructions did not seem to serve any logical purpose. But knowing full well how the universe works, I trusted Spirit once again. I told her to go home and burn three candles for the next two days and keep the candles burning at all times. She was to tell her son, Doug's father, that he must not give in to his own sadness and fear. Instead, he needed to surround Doug with happy energy so that the young man could find the light of his earthly family and come back to his life.
Two or three days later Grandmother came to me again. This time she said, "I want you to fly to San Francisco with me to see my grandson, who is in a coma." Without hesitation, I agreed to make the trip. A couple of days later we were on our way. The short flight was uneventful until suddenly, about 30 minutes into the trip, I began choking and gagging. Grandmother looked at me as if I was crazy, but she knew I had been working with Doug etherically during the flight and what was happening to me could not be a good indication of her grandson's condition. While energetically working with the young man, I started to feel strangled; I sensed he was in serious trouble. As I continued working (etherically) with him, he began to stabilize and my own sense of strangulation disappeared as quickly as it had begun.
Upon landing at the airport, we quickly rushed to Stanford University Hospital, where Doug had been taken after the shooting. I had always viewed this particular hospital and university with honor, holding it in high esteem; suddenly, I found myself very nervous and off balance. What was I doing there? It was one thing to allow people to call me a healer in my own home, but quite different to be functioning as a healer amongst the physicians and staff of such a prestigious hospital. It was very humbling for me to allow myself to be there. Working with my breathing pattern, I set aside my ego's comment and concentrated on what Spirit and I came to do.
Doug was lying in a hospital bed, attached to many life-supporting machines. We discovered that earlier in the day, doctors had removed a tube from Doug's throat, about the same time I was experiencing my strangling episode on the plane. Apparently, the procedure was very painful, and Doug's wrists had to be tied to the sides of the bed to keep him from thrashing about. Little did I know that his tied wrists would literally save my life later. It was a relief to discover an explanation for the pain I had experienced earlier in the day. Holding my hand and gripping it tightly, I could see that Grandmother also felt relief. She now understood that the choking behavior she witnessed on the plane was part of the healing process taking place with her grandson.
After settling in and getting somewhat comfortable, Grandmother had everyone leave the room. For the first time since our arrival, I was alone with the young man in the deep coma. After the surgery to remove the bullet from his brain, doctors administered medication causing a self-induced coma. The procedure is common and used to prevent swelling after surgery. As I sat realizing all that had been done to save this young man's life, a tremendous rush of love and gratitude came over me.
I began working with Doug by matching his breathing pattern to my own. As our energy blended and our breathing matched more solidly, he and I became one breath. It was important for me to join Doug energetically in the dark space of his peaceful coma. In my willingness to find him, I was able to connect to him through the energy of my Spirit: the energy of breath. Because I was there by choice, I became a light that illuminated his darkness. Matching my breathing, breath after breath, Doug began to relax and shift to a tranquil state. As he watched my light, I began to lead him with my breath. Spirit and I began to lead him out of his coma and back to waking reality. Just then, a doctor walked into the room; he wanted to know who I was and what I was doing. I said, "I'm a friend of the grandmother and the family. They asked me to come here. The doctor non-nonchalantly, said, "Guess so. It can't hurt anything," and he left.
A great deal of our time together was spent breathing in a solid, safe rhythm. Soon I could see everything becoming brighter and brighter. I sensed his willingness to follow the light. Eventually, we were at the edge of darkness, about to take steps into waking consciousness, when he opened his eyes. This was quite traumatic for him, because his conscious mind was still in the moment before the shooting. Consequently, his emotional state was in fear and rage, thinking he was still being attacked. He lunged forward at me, trying to defend off his attacker, seeing me as the person about to shoot him.
Fortunately, Doug was still secured to the rails of the bed, from the throat incident earlier in the day. A terrified eighteen-year-old young man fighting for his life can be quite fierce and threatening, but I was so absorbed in the energy between us that it did not occur to me to be afraid. As he continued to lunge at what he thought was an assailant, I spoke to him in a soft, soothing voice, strengthening and stabilizing as I spoke. I became very solid and strong, assuring that his attacker was not present, that he was safe, and that the only person in the room was me. As I felt him emerging out of the coma, I looked straight into his eyes, connected with him, and brought him directly into the present moment.
I watched all of the dials, gauges and numbers on the numerous machines attached to his body begin to change as Doug focused on coming out of the coma. His breathing began to stabilize, the numbers became steady and fixed and I welcomed him back. I told him his family will be happy to know he is back and anxious to see him. I said, "You have been on a long journey coming out of this coma. Now I would like you to go into normal resting sleep, a place very different than the coma sleep you left." Once again we began breathing softly, and he drifted off into a natural sleep pattern.
As he rested comfortably, I went to find his family. They were very anxious and needed reassurance. "You know, I think it would be good for us to go get some lunch now, " I told them as I entered the room where they were waiting. Thrilled with the news that Doug had come out of his coma, they finally relaxed enough to eat and engage in light conversation. Once again their love and light sparkled. This was exactly what was needed for them, as well as Doug. Healings on many levels were taking place.
When we returned from lunch, Doug was not in his room. He had stabilized to the point that he had been moved to a room for patients requiring less intensive care. We happily rushed to the new room to visit. His grandmother said, "Hi, Doug. I'm here to see you." Doug's eyes opened. He seemed to be focusing clearly. He looked at his grandmother and said, "Hi Grandma!" She welled up with the joy of this magnificent gift. Soon he was talking with everyone, announcing he was feeling pretty good. We assured him it was important for him to stay in the hospital to continue his recovery and get stronger. Then we left for the night.
The next day, when the doctor came to visit Doug said, "I'm feeling so much better. I'd like to get up now." He lifted himself out of bed, stood before the doctor and said, "I really feel good. How soon can I go home?" He was released just a few days later. In less than a week, he had gone from a life-threatening surgery to going home to complete his recovery. Upon his discharged from the hospital, the doctor told his grandmother how little hope he had for Doug ever regaining consciousness. The doctor had no explanation for his miraculous recovery.
Since the shooting, several years ago, Doug is made a complete recovery from his wounds. Enrolled at a local university, he plans on continuing his studies that were so boldly interrupted that one dark day. What I've shared with you here is a sample of the type of work I do with Spirit. I walk with a person who has gone through a trauma, prompting them to move away from the darkness. They know and feel my presence, through breathing. With each breath we build a bridge of trust that brings them closer to choosing to live once again. I encourage them to open the space that has been wounded from the trauma, go through the darkness, and supply them with the courage to go on living. Then they go on their way, living their life in their own magnificent way, each integration unique. Spirit and I show the way, or build the bridge back to this present "now" time and space. Together, Spirit and I achieve much more powerful results than I would working alone. For the magnificence of healing can only be complete with love of Spirit.
Norma Delaney
Norma Delaney holds an MBA in business coupled with psychology. She has worn many hats over the years; bank vice-president, executive director of a real estate company, founder of an international consulting firm for entrepreneurs, and lobbyist for nationwide equitable housing laws. Two around-the-world excursions set Norma on a spiritual journey that led to putting aside her consulting business and pursuing studies with many enlightened masters. She's a Reiki practitioner, craniologist, and licensed massage therapist. She has also studied Lomi-Lomi and Kahuna practices.
Norma combines traditional skills with kinesiology, shape shifting and shaitpat, which allow for a uniquely empowering form of body energy work. Her hands-on healing classes and private sessions are creating emotional shifts of dynamic proportions; people with cancer, drug and alcohol addictions, relationships difficulties and more are experiencing the release of old energies and finding an empowered vision with a new and healthful way of living.
Norma teaches monthly at a Pain Center in a well-known San Diego hospital. With doctors, psychologists and other facilitators, she reviews procedures and directs professionals in restructuring programs that achieve results. Her breathing techniques and personal coaching methods have produced dramatic impact not only in the Pain Center, but also in the personal lives of the people participating in the programs.
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