Another night might begin with a cardinal in a tree growing in what becomes a green alpine valley, its floor starred with wildflowers, geese landing on a crystal clear lake, the fragrance of pines.
Wherever The Healing Place turns out to be, it is surrounded by a clear gold light... the healing light. It bathes me. I can feel it penetrating my body to wash bones and organs and blood with its curative properties. I call on it to especially concentrate on any particular area of pain or disease.
I think all the senses must be engaged at The Healing Place. You must see, feel, smell, hear and touch to ensure you have brought your total being there. I think The Healing Place is a way of freeing your subconscious to assist in your own health.
The Healing Place doesn’t replace traditional medicine. I would never advocate not going to a doctor for a serious situation. Rather, it supplements your treatment by giving it an additional boost.
Perhaps it is New Age nonsense. Or maybe it is something you’d like to try if you have a throbbing shoulder or aching knee. It certainly can do no harm and it relieves stress if nothing else. I always fall asleep to the smell of roses or the sounds of birds singing. It’s fun to find out where you are as the scene unfolds. My Healing Place is always nature-oriented, but wherever it is, it must be safe, serene and beautiful. For you that might be a cathedral or it might be a sailboat.
Do I think The Healing Place is the sole reason I seem to be healthier than my friends? No, I’m sure genes play a large part. But do I think it is a contributing factor? Absolutely.
If you let your subconscious free, do you wonder where it would take you?
Vicki Williams is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached through the newspaper at email@example.com.