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relationship—a deep and abiding love—for the powerful spirit who descended to earth as Mother Mary, Mother of the Christ. She is the greatest of all the compassionate healing spirits, the Queen of the Angels, and one of the greatest gifts in my life was her appearance to me in a vision. Since that time I’m honored to call on her. She brings the White Light of the Creator into the darkest corners of the universe and heals all who come in contact with her. Her special calling is to heal children and we’re all somebody’s child, right?
    All of us Children of Men.
    In answer to my prayer, She came.
    A sudden brilliance as great doors were flung open and a Light beyond description poured out from behind a woman’s figure, arms spread wide, and that Light surrounded and illuminated Maryka. In that brilliance, like a camera flash going off, I saw in Maryka’s energy field a faint shape that shrunk into a black ball and disappeared deep into her pelvis.
    Second chakra. The gate for sexual energy.
    That told me about Maryka and her father.
    The Light entered me at the same time; it was like water washing filthy sweat away, cooling and cleaning, and the information I needed was there, just like that. In some cases, I must journey repeatedly to gather all the information for a diagnosis. Then I need to check it out energetically in person. In other cases, like now, all the information comes in a sudden flash.
    As Anton Chekhov said in The Lady With The Pet Dog , “And suddenly it all became clear.”
    That’s one of my favorite lines from literature, and it surely applied to the world I Worked in.
    “I felt something,” Maryka said. “Like someone touched my head…I feel light headed…”
    “A little clearer?”
    “Yes,” she said. “Did you do that?”
    “No,” I said. “Someone good and clean and powerful did. We have more work to do, Maryka…are you ready? Do you have time today? Do you have anything else to do today? After the treatment you might feel a little…”
    “Treatment?”
    “Yes,” I said. “We have work to do. If you want to.”
    “You make it sound like I have a choice.”
    “Of course you do,” I said. “You always have a choice. You’re in control.”
    I dug out my teacher face and put it on.
    “You always have a choice,” I said. “My job, if you decide to go ahead, is to help you with your healing in partnership with the healing and compassionate spirits. It’s not me, it’s the Spirit of Creator God moving through me that works with you. That requires your permission and your cooperation. Even if you were in a coma or dying, I couldn’t work on you without your conscious and explicit permission, or the permission of your immediate family members, and then only if you were beyond the point of being able to say yes…or no.”
    “Only with permission?” she said.
    I knew what kind of boundary work she’d had to do. The aftermath of her father’s crime on her had a lifelong impact: physical, emotional, mental, spiritual. She’d been betrayed by the one she was supposed to trust above all others and that left scars that were long and deep.
    “Yes,” I said gently. “Only with permission.”
    She considered that. “What do I have to do?”
    I nodded at the massage table. “You’d lie down on that table. Fully clothed. I’d have you relax. And then we’d do the work together. I won’t touch you. It’s not necessary, but if it became necessary, I’d ask your permission first. I’ll ask you some questions, and ask you to tell me the first thing that pops into your head. I’d ask you to trust in the strength of the Spirit that brought you here today looking for help.”
    She took her time thinking that through. That’s a good sign. A healthy skepticism is always good in anyone who works with Spirit. Adversaries walk among us, and the gullible and easily swayed are the first to fall to the seduction of the Dark Forces.
    “I can do this…” she said softly.
    “Of