The Healers

[badger]

My late wife suffered from both peitit-mal and grand-mal epileptic seizures. Grand-mal seizures are now called something like 'tonic-clonic'. She would have several petit-mal seizures each day and might have a grand-mal seizure every other night.

I 1973 (ish) I took her to meet Harry Edwards, a well known healer in Leatherhead, England. MY wife told him straight that she didn't believe in any of it and was only there at my request. He replied that it didn't matter if she was there because she had tripped up on the threshold and fallen in, so long as she hadn't bumped herself too badly....She laughed out loud.

He said,'That's fine.....It was nice to meet you', or words to that effect, and my wife was amazed because she hadn't said anything else and we'd been in his presence about a minute. I took my wife home to Guildford, she was most disgruntled about a wasted afternoon.

She didn't have another seizure....not one and not until about 1976 when they suddenly started again. I made to contact Harry Edwards again, only to discovder that he had just died.

I can't remember the dates exactly, but my wife didn't have any kind of seizure for about three years after seeing Mr Edwards.

 

[wil]

Did you watch him work? What did he do?

His magic lived as long as he did.

I have a story (doh) I will wait a bit before go into it.

 

[Cino]

Interesting story, @badger! The skeptic in me wants to know whether she also made changes in her diet or sleep pattern or medication around that time? In any case, good for her and you that you had those seizure-free years!

I have to say, your late wife's seizure frequency seems really stressful, and I can imagine that a multi-year respite from seizures must have been wonderful! I know someone with epilepsy, but their seizures are usually weeks or even months apart, with medication. My sympathies.

 

[badger]

Did you watch him work? What did he do?

His magic lived as long as he did.

I have a story (doh) I will wait a bit before go into it.

Already written in post 1:- He said,'That's fine.....It was nice to meet you', or words to that effect, and my wife was amazed because she hadn't said anything else and we'd been in his presence about a minute. I took my wife home to Guildford,......

That's what he did, and said.

 

[badger]

Interesting story, @badger! The skeptic in me wants to know whether she also made changes in her diet or sleep pattern or medication around that time? In any case, good for her and you that you had those seizure-free years!

I have to say, your late wife's seizure frequency seems really stressful, and I can imagine that a multi-year respite from seizures must have been wonderful! I know someone with epilepsy, but their seizures are usually weeks or even months apart, with medication. My sympathies.

No variation is medication as far as I can remember.
Medication usually seeks to quieten, to calm, together with neurology medication, and so I remember various names of medications through the years from 72-91. Epilim (destroyed our third child in the womb...see 'epilim babies' or 'sodium valporate' babies....... people rant about the science whilst forgetting the calamities, mostly. Epinutin (maybe another sodium valporate) , Ospalot, Zarontin, etc etc...... She died in 91' in status.

Harry Edwards was a well known healer, and never claimed to be a faith healer. You might 'google' his name together with 'healer' and 'leatherhead'

 

[Cino]

Valproate and pregnancy do not go together, I have heard that, too.

I am very sorry to learn how she died, @badger. I can't begin to imagine how that must have been for you.

Thanks for the story about Harry Edwards! Sounds like a fascinating character.

 

[wil]

Already written in post 1:- He said,'That's fine.....It was nice to meet you', or words to that effect, and my wife was amazed because she hadn't said anything else and we'd been in his presence about a minute. I took my wife home to Guildford,......

That's what he did, and said.

Oh, wow. I expected there was more to it. I have heard of folks like that but only met the reiki-ish folks.

 

[rocala]

An extremely interesting story Badger, thank you. I too am sorry to read of your terrible loss.

Some years ago I was with a group doing voluntary work, mainly gardening and landscaping for an environmental project. Somehow I aggravated an old back injury and was in agony. Experience told me that a few days of rest was all that I could do. When my housemates returned from the next day's work they brought another volunteer with them. She had been trained in shiatsu.

I told her the pain was lower back and going into the right leg. She moved her hands around those parts. I sat there being polite but wishing people would leave me alone with my painkillers.

Then things got interesting. As a teenager, I badly injured my right ankle. As the years went by arthritis had set in and it was at times very painful. I had not mentioned this to anyone. After touching my back and upper leg she went straight to the ankle. She held it for a little while and then advised me to rest.

The next day I was fine and resumed doing physical work. I get the odd twinge in my ankle but nothing like before.

 

[badger]

An extremely interesting story Badger, thank you. I too am sorry to read of your terrible loss.

Some years ago I was with a group doing voluntary work, mainly gardening and landscaping for an environmental project. Somehow I aggravated an old back injury and was in agony. Experience told me that a few days of rest was all that I could do. When my housemates returned from the next day's work they brought another volunteer with them. She had been trained in shiatsu.

I told her the pain was lower back and going into the right leg. She moved her hands around those parts. I sat there being polite but wishing people would leave me alone with my painkillers.

Then things got interesting. As a teenager, I badly injured my right ankle. As the years went by arthritis had set in and it was at times very painful. I had not mentioned this to anyone. After touching my back and upper leg she went straight to the ankle. She held it for a little while and then advised me to rest.

The next day I was fine and resumed doing physical work. I get the odd twinge in my ankle but nothing like before.

Some folks can be so amazing!
I retired 12 years ago and from 2010-2014 had a little carpet-cleaning job for my mate's property company. In 2013 I developed the most dreadful sciatica which could just stop thought, movement... it was hellish. One day I went to a house to clean carpets and the sciatica hit hard, and the customer could see that I was in trouble. She told me that if I would listen to her, trust her and do what she said that it would go away. I was sold.

She got me on the floor in her lounge (!) and told me to carry out various stretches, I then had to lean on the arm of a sofa stretching each leg in turn, and then........ I realised the pain had gone. She explained that she teaches yoga. She got her lounge carpet cleaned for free!

 

[Craz]

A friend of mine who was a heavy smoker happened to be at someone's home who was showing a video of a Russian healer. The friend did not understand Russian, but nevertheless never smoked again. That was 30+ years ago.

 

[badger]

in the summer of 2018 I was ill, my right side hurt, temperature, feeling lousy and with no energy. in August I went to my doctor who sent me for an x-ray. When he saw that my right lung was full of fluid and a blood test result he entered me in to an 'emergency lung cancer investigation'. Through September and early October I was rushed through about 9 different tests, the lancing of my right lung (through my back) to drain the fluids was absolutely the most pleasant experience (not!) and samples were sent away for biopsy tests.

It didn't look good for me, my worry was all about how my wife would get on alone; I had always used a ladder to get in to the floored roof area, and so I built a stairway on the rear wall of the little office...things like that. Things to do before you croak. Make sure the little ATV is perfect. Lots of things like that.

The date when my test results would be with the specialist, 11am on Wednesday 10th October. I was driving through Tankerton on the Monday before and there was a new sign up which showed the way to the little Christian Spiritualist Chapel which was tucked behind the houses with only a tiny access pathway to it. I had been there after the deaths of my Grandad, Granny, Wife and Mother and I stopped and read the notice board. The next healing meeting was in 5 minutes at 1330Hrs.... well, what with the new sign which reminded of the little place, and the time, I parked and went inside. A nice lady showed me to a seat, the meeting started with everyone chatting about their weekend and then there was a prayer, and then seats were put out wih stools beside them, and I was ushered in to one of those seats. Everybody else (about three people) in seats was being attended to by ladies on stools, being talked to and then touched here and there with hands. A lady told me that my healer was nearly there.

The Healer:- Well, then 'my' healer came in....late. She was young, wore heavy Goth make-up, Long Jet-black hair, wearing black top and mini-skirt with long black boots. She had lots of silver jewellery and studs etc. I heard her apologise to the leading lady, she had been clubbing late on Sunday night... slept in to the late morning, etc.

She came to sit beside me, asked questions, and then lifted her hands up by my head. She never touched me once, but the heat. That heat. She then slowly lowered her hands down to my waist paying special attention to my right side, front and back. The heat. I will never forget the heat. About 20 minutes, I should think she took, and then that was it and she was chatting with her friends. She wanted to leave the wedding shop and get another job, so she was telling them.

On Wednesday 10th at 1100hrs my wife and self sat before the specialist, he checked my identity and we waited while he shuffled papers and touched keyboard, he then made a phonecall and then told me that he needed to me to go for an x-ray right then, so we both went to the x-ray where my wife discovered that the radiographer had previously been a veterinary nurse, so they were chatting furiously.....the x-ray was over and we returned to the specialist. We sat and waited. He then told me that they couldn't find anything, clear biopsy, clear scans, clear everything. He showed me the on-spot x-ray....... nothing to see, he said.

We drove home and my almost teetotal Missus stopped and brought a bottle of Jack Daniels on the way. We sat at home for the rest of the day in almost total silence. Drinking Jack Daniels.......

The Next Monday I went back to the chapel, I saw the healer again and told her what I've told you. She gave me healing again, but it wasn't the same. There was no heat....... nothing like before.

Later on I discovered her name. She moved to the South Coast a couple of years ago but keeps in touch with her friends at the Chapel.

What do I think? Those thoughts are for me, and my beloved wife.

We should never make claim to miracles. Miracles have value only for those who have personally experienced them
Is that about right? @Tone Bristow-Stagg ??

 

[badger]

A friend of mine who was a heavy smoker happened to be at someone's home who was showing a video of a Russian healer. The friend did not understand Russian, but nevertheless never smoked again. That was 30+ years ago.

Isn't that something?
Very occasionally it is my great privilege to experience these things, but then there are those dark moments of horror when the scales are balanced.

 

[rocala]

Hi Badger, reading your post has jogged my memory. My grandfather was suffering from a worsening back problem and a local spiritualist offered help.
I don't recall too much, I was very young at the time, but my grandfather mentioned the event several times over the years and he always stressed the incredible heat that the healer's hands generated.

 

[Craz]

Isn't that something?
Very occasionally it is my great privilege to experience these things, but then there are those dark moments of horror when the scales are balanced.

I'm not sure I understand what you mean by balanced above.
Do you mean here that 'these things' don't always have a positive effect?

 

[badger]

Hi Badger, reading your post has jogged my memory. My grandfather was suffering from a worsening back problem and a local spiritualist offered help.
I don't recall too much, I was very young at the time, but my grandfather mentioned the event several times over the years and he always stressed the incredible heat that the healer's hands generated.

Snap!
That heat! And yet, the next time that the same healer placed her hands near to me, just as before, there was nothing...just coolness.
So there are two similar experiences.

 

[badger]

I'm not sure I understand what you mean by balanced above.
Do you mean here that 'these things' don't always have a positive effect?

Hi Craz...... I meant that life is all about highs and lows, yin and yan, happy and sad.
And what I meant in that post is that the scales seem to balance out for wonderful survival and yet also disastrous events.

What do you think?

 

[badger]

Moving onwards............
How about a minny-miracle?

Well, that's what I thought when I was young.
My Dad was in the Burma retreat. Dreadful. So many of his mates and comrades fallen with malaria, typhoid, dysentery, weight loss, enemy action.
When he got in to India his normal 15 stone was down to 8 stone.
He had dreamed of eating an egg, a boiled egg with bread fingers to stick in to it and then suck. He got his egg in the sanatorium but once he was able he went out walking the streets and there on a street corner was an old man...selling eggs. Every time the old man selected an egg from his basket he held it to the light, and flexing his other hand in front of his eye he looked through his hand at the egg and nodded before placing it in straw to give to the customer.
Every egg, held towards sun, scrutinized through the other hand......approval......sale.

Years later my Dad told this story to friends and laughed out loud, because he thought that the old egg seller had been making a big act to impress gullible squaddies like himself, making it look as if he was really checking the eggs.

I wondered about that for years, until I was about 12 yrs old. My eyes had been damaged by measles when a baby and I couldn't see without spectacles, and in those days if kids didn't like you they would bust your glasses. I wondered about that old man and messed about, looking through one hand.... and one day I found it. This was sixty years ago and I have used that old man's technique all my life.

About ten years ago the local opticians started to place a lens sized screen of tiny holes for patients to look through, this done during routine eye inspections. more recently some scholar wrote a thesis about pin-hole vision.... so it's science now, but it was science when old far-Eastern folks looked through their hands to see.

Here it is:- If you would kindly find a pin and push it through a piece of paper or card, now look through it to see if your vision is considerable enhanced, allowing you to read small print which you could not see with naked eye.

How did you get on? I haven't got any specs for about six weeks until my eyes have settled from recent operations, but I can see perfectly by ising the specs shown below.

 

[Craz]

Hi Craz...... I meant that life is all about highs and lows, yin and yan, happy and sad.
And what I meant in that post is that the scales seem to balance out for wonderful survival and yet also disastrous events.

What do you think?

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GA Badger
I agree with you globally in that we(i.e the planet and humanity) still exist; in spite of all the highs and lows etc.
However there is a mass of individuals who have it bad all their lives and then die.

This reminds me of a joke I heard when I was a teen.(You may know it).
So, Fred Bloggs was born to abusive parents who threw him out of the home(he was 15).
He survived by sleeping on the the streets and found food by looking through dustbins(trash can for Americans :>) ). Also, he was regularly beaten up by yobs.
One day he found a small amount of money and decided to go into a pub, but before he reached the bar he was kicked out because of his dirty appearance. Then, outside the pub, he was sitting on the curb, totally without any hope, when suddenly a car went by and ran over both his legs.
He cried in pain and despair and shouted to God, "Why me?"
Then a voice boomed out of the sky, which said "Some people just piss me off".

 

[Craz]

Moving onwards............
How about a minny-miracle?

Well, that's what I thought when I was young.
My Dad was in the Burma retreat. Dreadful. So many of his mates and comrades fallen with malaria, typhoid, dysentery, weight loss, enemy action.
When he got in to India his normal 15 stone was down to 8 stone.
He had dreamed of eating an egg, a boiled egg with bread fingers to stick in to it and then suck. He got his egg in the sanatorium but once he was able he went out walking the streets and there on a street corner was an old man...selling eggs. Every time the old man selected an egg from his basket he held it to the light, and flexing his other hand in front of his eye he looked through his hand at the egg and nodded before placing it in straw to give to the customer.
Every egg, held towards sun, scrutinized through the other hand......approval......sale.

Years later my Dad told this story to friends and laughed out loud, because he thought that the old egg seller had been making a big act to impress gullible squaddies like himself, making it look as if he was really checking the eggs.

I wondered about that for years, until I was about 12 yrs old. My eyes had been damaged by measles when a baby and I couldn't see without spectacles, and in those days if kids didn't like you they would bust your glasses. I wondered about that old man and messed about, looking through one hand.... and one day I found it. This was sixty years ago and I have used that old man's technique all my life.

About ten years ago the local opticians started to place a lens sized screen of tiny holes for patients to look through, this done during routine eye inspections. more recently some scholar wrote a thesis about pin-hole vision.... so it's science now, but it was science when old far-Eastern folks looked through their hands to see.

Here it is:- If you would kindly find a pin and push it through a piece of paper or card, now look through it to see if your vision is considerable enhanced, allowing you to read small print which you could not see with naked eye.

How did you get on? I haven't got any specs for about six weeks until my eyes have settled from recent operations, but I can see perfectly by ising the specs shown below.

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GA Badger

I have a pair of those glasses. I had someone teach me the Bates method, but couldn't keep up with the amount of practice required.

The Bates method, as I just found out by googling, is considered harmful by many professionals. I really have no opinion, other than that I had a few good days of reading using those glasses. I sometimes wonder if I had carried on with the exercises, maybe I wouldn't have had to wear glasses.

I am really impressed by the fact that you haven't worn specs for 6 weeks.

 

[badger]

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GA Badger
I agree with you globally in that we(i.e the planet and humanity) still exist; in spite of all the highs and lows etc.
However there is a mass of individuals who have it bad all their lives and then die.

This reminds me of a joke I heard when I was a teen.(You may know it).
So, Fred Bloggs was born to abusive parents who threw him out of the home(he was 15).
He survived by sleeping on the the streets and found food by looking through dustbins(trash can for Americans :>) ). Also, he was regularly beaten up by yobs.
One day he found a small amount of money and decided to go into a pub, but before he reached the bar he was kicked out because of his dirty appearance. Then, outside the pub, he was sitting on the curb, totally without any hope, when suddenly a car went by and ran over both his legs.
He cried in pain and despair and shouted to God, "Why me?"
Then a voice boomed out of the sky, which said "Some people just piss me off".

Oh that's dreadful!
But he lived....had a chance.

I'll tell you a really bad story.
This kid became distorted and disabled as he developed in his mother. When he was born he couldn't support his life for long and he died. True story, not just the one I am intimately acquainted with but it's a true story every day.

And I give thanks for every moment that I have, especially for my wife who has made my life worth living.
This very day my eyesight has picked up so that both eyes can see brilliantly for the first time in my 74yr life. (true). Am I angry about those years with the colour and definition? No. I was grateful for what I got.....mostly.

What about you?