It all started with the lawn mower.
Damn thing wouldn’t start.
You start my mower by pulling a cord – you know, to turn over the motor.
I pulled and I pulled.
It had dirty spark plugs or something.
I pulled harder – and without realising, I tore a tendon in my shoulder. There was no immediate pain. No warning that I’d done any damage, But later, quite a bit later, I discovered that my shoulder was hurting like hell.
I’ve mentioned this before on this blog – that I never go to the doctor, and I believe that if you listen to your body, and you’re sensible, the body will heal itself. It has that power, and you have that power.
So I let it be.
But the hurt got worse. So bad that I couldn’t sleep on my shoulder at night.
I’d roll onto that side of my body and the pain would wake me. And I also discovered I had limited movement in my arm and shoulder. For instance I couldn’t stretch my arm up vertically, without considerable pain. And I couldn’t reach behind me.
However, I figured that it would heal itself soon, and so I continued to let it be.
But the pain got worse, so I went to a physio.
She examined me, and sent me to have scans done.
The scans came back and evidently I had Bursitis. I’d never heard of Bursitis, but I was told that it’s a painful inflammation caused when a tendon tears. Here’s what WebMD.com says about Bursitis:
What Is Bursitis?
Bursitis is the inflammation or irritation of the bursa. The bursa is a sac filled with lubricating fluid, located between tissues such as bone, muscle, tendons, and skin, that decreases rubbing, friction, and irritation.
What Causes Bursitis?
Bursitis is most often caused by repetitive, minor impact on the area, or from a sudden, more serious injury.
The physio said it would take up to six months or longer for the Bursitis to fully subside. She gave me a print out with diagrams of a series of exercises I had to do, using an elastic strap. She said if the pain hadn’t abated in a couple of months, then I’d have to get a Cortisone injection.
I was about to go overseas for two months – America and Germany. I packed the print out, and I packed the elastic strap – and decided not to do a damn thing. I was going to be traveling, I’d be busy – I didn’t have time to do exercises on my shoulder.
The pain persisted.
I couldn’t sleep.
I couldn’t move my arm or shoulder properly.
It was sore.
I found myself in Mount Shasta – one of the most powerful spiritual vortexes on this planet.
At Mount Shasta is a man who is an extraordinary healer. Michael Tamura and his wife Raphaelle have become good friends, ever since I met and interviewed Michael for my PGS film on intuition about two years ago.
At the time, Michael healed me of a persistent hacking cough that had been plaguing me for about eighteen months. It literally disappeared overnight, after Michael worked his magic.
I’d gone to Mount Shasta to show Michael and Raphaelle a cut of the film. The next day we met up again, and as we were finishing up lunch, Michael pulled me aside and asked if I wanted a healing.
To explain: Michael doesn’t do personal one-on-one healings anymore. It’s part of an agreement he’s made with his folk upstairs. So for Michael to offer me a healing was an extraordinarily generous gesture, and one I gladly and gratefully accepted.
We returned to my motel room, we sat opposite each other, and Michael began the healing.
It’s hard to accurately describe what Michael Tamura does during a healing – other than he goes somewhere else – but in his trance-like state he’s exploring my energy field, dipping into my past lives, and looking for those energetic blockages that are causing distress.
(Michael, please forgive me if I am not explaining this correctly!)
In this instance he told me that I was carrying energetic burdens relating to my work and my family – and it was the weight of these burdens that was causing pain in my shoulder. He asked if I wanted these burdens lifted, and I said yes – and Michael dealt with them.
He also gave me information about my film – what I was to do, how I was to handle various issues in the coming months. And later, I felt that this was the reason he wanted to do the healing session – to give me these instructions.
What he told me, what came through him for me, was exactly what I needed to hear – answers to dilemmas I’d been wrestling with concerning the film.
That night I slept soundly for the first time in months. I still had some feeling in my shoulder, but the pain had largely gone.
I continued my travels in the US and then Germany, and came home for Christmas. I never did any of the physio exercises, and the elastic strap I’d bought remained in its wrapping, unopened.
And yet my pain left me. Within a week of Michael’s healing, it was all but gone. And this was an ailment that I was told would require months of physiotherapy – and could even require a Cortisone shot.
It was an amazing spiritual healer in Mount Shasta who fixed me.