The Stories Dream Catchers Weave: Chapter 21 Healing 

The Stories Dream Catchers Weave: Chapter 21 Healing

"Allen." It was a very gentle voice that seemed to originate all around me, but not in my ears.  "Allen." 

"Yes, I hear you.  Who is calling my name?" 

"I am Eagle Dreamer.  I have been whispering in your ear for more than three summers.  You have listened well.  Truly your heart is open.  You have earned a new name if you wish to receive it."  He said warmly. 

"Really?  What do you mean--new name?" I wondered. 

"If you so wish we are giving you the name, 'Wabishkie Ginu*'.  In Ojibwe it means 'White Eagle Soaring'.  You have listened to the Great Spirit with the purity and clarity of the snow that mantles Mother Earth during the cold time.  Like an eagle, you have brought messages from Great Spirit.  And you have begun to learn how to soar.  Would you honor your red heritage by accepting this name?" 

"Eagle Dreamer, I would be pleased and honored to receive the name Wabishkie Ginu." 

"We have one more request of you.  More teaching and more healing.  Know that the Dream Spiral, that which you call the Dream Catcher, is a powerful symbol of healing and wisdom. Most humans have forgotten who they are.  They have forgotten the Original Instructions to love, honor, and respect all beings in the Web of Life.   We wish to open the hearts of all people so they will once again Dance the Spiral and Sing the Songs." 

"But I don't know how to heal people.  I'd certainly like to know how, but..."  I was alone again but in my memory I remembered a beautiful, blonde woman whose blue eyes had looked into mine as she smiled winsomely. 

"Yes, you DO know," Orea had said.   "All that you need is in you.  You need only listen to your heart and believe that you CAN heal."   

'But I don't know how!" I had pleaded.   

"You'll know," she assured me.  "If you need something to help you, you may use this quartz crystal.  I have infused it with healing power.  But you don't need it to heal.  You already have everything you need," and she disappeared into her world. 

Several days after I had had this conversation with Orea I went to my former home to discuss details of separation and divorce with my wife.  She had had a terrible week at work and a worse week at home.  After locking herself out of the house and climbing through a window in the garage, she had fallen and injured her leg. It was very swollen, bruised, and obviously painful.  Her doctor thought she had cracked her thigh bone.  "Perhaps I can help," I said.  I began to massage away the stress in her shoulders and then suggested that I could do a full massage.  She agreed and I set up a healing space as I had seen Orea do.  "But don't touch my leg!" she demanded.  When the massage was complete, except for the bad leg, I said that now I was going to do some healing on that leg. "Don't touch my leg!" she reminded.  I promised I wouldn't.  I called in the assistance of healers from only the clear light and sent away all others.  Using a crystal I had been given I focused love energy through it to the wounded leg, all the time moving my hand above the wounded leg to move energy and remove trauma.   

After a while she asked, "What are you doing?" .  

"I'm healing your leg," I replied. 

"But why is the room filled with gold light?" she worried.  

"It's okay, it's just healing energy," I assured her.   

A part of me wanted me to look around to see the golden light, but I maintained my focus and continued.  Soon I was able to lightly touch the wounded area, then lightly massage it.  The swelling subsided, the bruise almost completely disappeared, and she was able to walk without pain.  She cried, amazed at what I had done.  My wife had never heard about gold light.  She had been more a skeptic than me.  And I had no clue how I had done it.  I did nothing from what I had learned.  Not until a year later did I discover that the figure 8 movement of my hand over the wound was an ancient sign of healing. That was the first healing, others would follow.  

The next person I healed had traveled all over the world to experience the healing masters of India and Hawaii. She had doubled over with a severe abdominal pain and refused my offers to help.  She wanted to work on it herself.  I sat nearby for more than twenty minutes before I felt I knew what I was to do.   It didn't work.  I returned to my meditation for five more minutes as she remained doubled over in pain.  Finally it seemed clear what I was to do.  I don't know how it was different from the first attempt.  Standing astride her I reached around with both hands together and brought them to a point that pushed up into her abdomen.  After two quick yelps, she sat up in relief and said with amazement, "Allen, God is in your hands.  How did you know how to do that?"  

I told her, "I didn't know.  I just did what I was told to do.  I listened with my heart." 

Everyone has the capacity to facilitate healing in another.  In some cultures what I did is not only commonplace--far more amazing healing feats are part of the ordinary life of the people.  In Mutant Message Marlo Morgan tells of an occasion in which an aboriginal man, called Great Stone Hunter fell off the edge of an embankment when the ground gave way.  He fell twenty feet onto a rocky ledge, breaking his leg between the knee and the ankle, and lay in a pool of blood from a very severe compound fracture.  The bone protruded about two inches.  She writes, 

I was told the movement of the hands up and down, over the area of involvement, without touching, was a way of reconnecting the former pattern of the healthy leg. It would eliminate any swelling during the healing phase.  He was jogging the memory of the bone into acknowledging the true nature of its healthy state.  This removed the shock created when it snapped in half, ripping away from the position developed over thirty years.  They 'talked' to the bone. 

Blood clots from the menses of the women in the tribe were collected and placed in the top end of Female Healer's tube.  Now she opened the bottom of the tube as squeezed an odorless, black tar-like material onto the wound cementing the jagged edges.  No sutures, bandages, bindings, splints, or crutches were used. 

The next morning this 145-pound man stood up and walked all day with no sign of a limp.  Within five days the black poultice fell off leaving only a hint of a scar where the bone had pierced. 

As I finished writing the story of my first healing work, I remembered that the story Dr. Morgan related was a great inspiration to me. Most of my books were in twenty boxes on the back porch.  Her book, was in the first box I checked and looking for this story opened the book to the exact pages even though I had never before opened this copy.  I did my first healings in 1990.  Her book was released in 1991.  I first heard about it in 1992, and did not read it until 1993.   When I read it again I was amazed that the healing techniques were so similar.  How could I have known?  It seems clearer and clearer to me that when the heart is open to Source, One with the Creator, love flows like a river and the power and wisdom of spirit directs that natural energy into creativity, creation, and healing.  Later I discovered that this is called manidoog' in Ojibwe tradition--directly from spirit--listening to sissagwaad, the soft of spirit.   

Diana called me one day when I was in Denver and asked if I would heal her horse.  She suggested maybe a sage ceremony and drum.  Sissagwad told me it was to be a rattle.  Having seen my share of western movies and TV westerns, it seemed crazy to use a rattle for a horse.  Rattlesnakes always frightened the horse which would rear up and flail at the danger.  I was going to be doing the healing at a place near the hoof.  But sissagwaad insisted, the rattle.  It worked.  The horse "whispered" to me that 'it had tickled.'  "What?" I asked.  "It tickled," the horse repeated.  When the bandage was taken off too soon, it still tickled so I scratched it."  Diana kept the wrap on longer and the problem was solved.

The Dream-Catchers are another medium for healing and many are the children AND adults who have told of the healing the Dream-Catchers have brought them

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