If you change the way you look at things, the
things you look at changes!
A 45-year-old lady came to my clinic expressing a desire to undergo a session of PLR. She had read all of Dr. Brian Weiss books. She had taken this appointment a good 5 months in advance since she stayed in a different country and wanted to schedule it while she was here … and no… I hadn’t known her before this.
History: Routine childhood, eldest of 2 kids, was very close to her brother.
Married for last 20 years and has a college going son who has learning disabilities,
15 years ago, her brother passed away in a road traffic accident and her life hasn’t been the same since then.
Suffers from Arnold Chiari syndrome and has undergone brain surgery once. Tends to trip on her own feet and her left side of the body is weak, especially her left hand. A nagging pain in her left little finger has made her life miserable.
Is a professional artist and a sculptor par excellence. Showed me a few of her works… and I was intrigued.
Was struggling through an abusive marriage and was so depressed that she got addicted to alcohol. Was surviving on antidepressants and many a times overdosed herself wishing that she could just die.
Mentioned that she had once experienced an out of body experience. Desired takeaway from the session: she wrote “hope”!
In trance she saw herself as a 20-year-old tribal woman, lying on the ground, hands and feet bound by thick ropes. This is sometime in 1605. She sees a lot of tribal men making a lot of noise and dancing around her and she realises that she is here to be sacrificed to their God. She is petrified, helpless and in shock. One of the tribals come towards her with a small dagger, first he chops off her left little finger and then her entire left hand. As she starts drifting to unconsciousness due to the intense pain, he slits her throat and puts her out of her misery. Slowly she drifts up and looks down at her body. She realises that there is no point in blaming them for her death because they were doing it to save their community from drought by pleasing their deity with this readily available sacrifice.
She sees a bright white light in the distance and notices someone coming towards her. As this person nears her, she gave a gasp of surprise. It was her brother!
He assures her that he has always been there with her, not just in this lifetime but in others too. He says that they have a lot of work to do here and that is why he has chosen to be born as her son now. He asked her to believe in herself, be strong and never give up hope.
I wrote down a verbatim of their long ongoing conversation as narrated by her and I must confess that it is my prized possession. It not only healed her pain and gave her hope, but also changed my own perception towards a lot of things in life.
As she emerged from trance and got onto her feet, she squealed with joy and kept repeating “my hand, my hand”. It took me a while to calm her down and she told me that her left hand was no longer painful or stiff as before. The spasticity had vanished. She could now again go back to creating sculptures and art as before.
She underwent 3 wonderfully phenomenal PLR sessions before she left back. And as she got into her cab that day, I was waving bye to her… but she didn’t notice me. She was just looking at her left hand with wonder… as if it had suddenly sprouted there. These are the moments which bring a warm, fuzzy feeling in our hearts. That look of wonder on her face will forever be etched in my mind.
Fast forward. Today, she is a cheerful and confident woman, no longer addicted to either alcohol or antidepressants, getting ready to start her own NGO to help economically poor kids get education. Bubbling with enthusiasm, she called and told me all her plans for her future … as I wiped a tear from my eye!
A friend once mentioned “there are more tears in the eyes than water in the oceans.” Isn’t this the reason why we are here… to wipe a tear and bring a smile
on another’s face