My son, Adam, administering a Rock Treatment at the Heal-a-Thon in 2010. He was five years old.
Most recently, my husband, daughter and I were having lunch and the subject of my son, Adam came into conversation. Adam had been coming in to my bedroom late at night having difficulty sleeping and we were discussing reasons why this was happening. My daughter began to tease my husband, telling him he was too rough on Adam, and I agreed, asking Tim to let up on our son. And to this he replied, “Yeah. Adam comes in our room with a sore throat. I tell him to get a drink. You give him two crystals, do some reiki, take him through a guided meditation and clear him with the Angels.”
Oh, how I wish I could’ve captured the look on the woman’s face sitting in the booth across from us!
My daughter and I began laughing hysterically to which my husband added his snickering and snorts. It wasn’t quite as funny though when later that evening, seven-year old Adam appeared at the side of my bed at 11pm, complaining of a tummy ache. Tim rolled over away from us, burying his head in the pillows laughing and wondering which “woo-woo” cure Mommy would come up with this time.
I am reminded of stories from my father of how his mother would cure him when he was ill. There was castor oil, hot onion and mustard seed packs, and bundling up to sweat out toxins and break fevers. And the best thing was…it worked! Once again, technology is great as is the scientific advancement of medications that can cure us, but what is the best remedy for our bodies?
When my grandfather was a small boy, he and his brother were playing outside while his mother did the laundry. This was a long time ago, and doing the wash was not a simple task. There was a large, roaring fire inside a fire pit with an enormous pot of boiling water and lye soap inside where the clothing was placed and stirred. Little boys being who they are, my grandfather and his brother raced around outside and did not heed the warning of their mother to stay away from the fire pit. My grandfather stumbled over some rocks and fell into the fire. He was about three or four years old and as my great-grandmother pulled him from the flames she could see the blisters beginning to swell on a large portion of his body.
There was no phone to call 9-1-1. The nearest neighbor was miles away and it was not even certain that the town doctor was in town that day, if they could hitch a wagon and drive there in time. My great-grandmother summoned all her knowledge and strength and did what her instinct told her to do, she laid hands on her son. Now to some, this would seem far-fetched and ridiculous. To my great-grandmother, this is how she was taught to heal from her mother, and her mother’s mother, and so on. This was what the wise ones practiced in their tribes. It was much more than a gift or an ability. It was faith. It was belief.
She held her son in her lap and began to pull the heat from his body. As she pulled the heat, she could see the blisters growing smaller. Her son’s cries became quieter. When she felt it was time, she stopped the healing treatment and made a poultice of herbs for his body. Great Grandmother was wonderful at concocting remedies; salves, tonics, and all the rest. She had a keen sense of what assisted the body to be in balance.
My grandfather healed completely. He did have some fear of fires, and did not chase around them any more, but most remarkably was left without even the slightest scar. How could this be? Was it a miracle? Was it God working through my Great Grandmother? Did Great Spirit and her ancestors assist her in healing her son? Was her faith and belief so strong, that it erased any sign of dis-ease and dis-stress from his body?
I will let you draw your own conclusions to those questions. It is my belief that it was a combination of ALL those things. And maybe, just maybe, it was also because my great grandmother didn’t grow up having someone tell her that it would NOT work.
This story has been passed down through my family for generations. My great grandmother was Native American and my great-grandfather was white. They were both shunned for marrying outside their race, and it was most difficult for Great Grandmother as she was not accepted in the white community, nor were her healing ways. News of what happened to her son traveled through their neighborhood and not long after, people from town began showing up at the back door of her home, not wanting to be seen visiting. She would invite them into the root cellar and whip up one of her delightful creations or lay hands upon them, which became referred to as “talking the fire out of them.” Funny how when the doctor’s tactics in treatment did not work, those in need sought her out even after they had rejected her for being different.
Before Adam was two years old, we were outside one evening and he pointed to the sky during a full moon, and said, “My Moon” over and over with a huge grin spread across his chubby little cheeks. We hadn’t taught him that word, just as we hadn’t explained to him about energy and how all things carry their own vibration. During this time frame, my oldest daughter, Ashley, was about eleven years old when she took her entire rock collection and spread it across our dining room table. She has always loved rocks and crystals and found that she could communicate with them. Her affinity with their energy allowed her to choose rocks that were most suited for certain healing as well as emotional and spiritual support. Adam toddled over to crawl up in a chair close to the table and I watched him pick up several different rocks. He would put each one next to his ear and then make a whirring kind of noise. Sometimes the sound was high-pitched, sometimes low. The noises ranged from quiet to loud and slow to fast, some even appeared to have a rhythm. Ashley was beaming as she explained to me that he was hearing the vibration of each rock and mimicking the sound. She began to ask him which rocks were the strongest, and which were best for this and that. At one point she asked him who the “teacher rock” was and he took a minute, surveying the many crystals and rocks laid out, and picked it up and began to make a very loud, deep toning sound.
Great Grandma would be so proud….
My children are my greatest teachers. They remind me to be “open” to new things, whether that means rock treatments, an awesome new hairdo or the latest Spiderman Xbox game.
What basic teachings and techniques do we close ourselves off to? We live in a fast paced, drive thru, take a pill for it society where we want things NOW. The funny part of all that is we have everything available to us NOW, we just can’t always see it or remember to connect with it. Remembering what worked before in the past is not to go backwards. It is to harness that power and energy and bring it forth into our new vibration, making it more useful and stronger than ever before.
What are you willing to do that is outside your comfort zone right now? Explore! Treat the experience like an adventure. After all, life is an adventure, isn’t it?
Gotta run now. I’ve got a rock treatment waiting…
Love & Laughter,
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