Facets of a Diamond - Blog

The first time I knowingly met a psychic she was talking about herbs, and it was as if I already knew what she was saying. Then she asked me to hold a patient’s arm while she healed her. I felt a tingling all through my body—and that night found my hernia was gone! I was hooked and spent the next few years working intensely with her and her husband. In all the psychic diagnoses she made, usually by telephone about a stranger, she was only wrong once: she diagnosed an aphasic woman’s temperature as being due to an infected left upper second molar when, as the dentist discovered, it was the first! Through her I became aware of and then developed my own psychic abilities. But there was something more.

She had twelve children (in fact I helped deliver the last in Leboyer fashion). From her most of all, I realized more and more the maternal aspect, the most vital aspect, of healing. When I am sitting quietly and looking back at the line of my life, like the wake behind a ship, I give thanks to her. She helped me, as she was guided, to help me become who I am.