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Hi Jim,
I know it has been several weeks since you had written to me and
asked me to detail the positive effects I briefly mentioned to you that I received from both my massage and from the meditation
you led me through. Please accept my apologies as my life has been very full lately as you will see. And yes,
you do have my permission to share my experience with anyone you choose in hopes that it might be helpful to them as well.
I came to you for a massage session back in November, having chosen your name from several that I was considering
scheduling a session with while in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area on business. What attracted me most to you was your
website. In particularly, the extent of information you supplied in it made me feel that you must have an extensive
amount of knowledge in the field of massage therapy. In addition, your sense of humor which was prevalent throughout
your site made me feel much more comfortable with you even before I had ever spoken with you via telephone, let alone met
you in person.
I travel quite extensively for my job to the tune of being on the road or
in the air about 45 weeks of the year. As you know, my work itself is very stressful as I am continually the one to
help "put out fires" of my subordinates and colleagues. It is often on my shoulders that the outcome of
very large accounts for my company can be either salvaged or lost due to errors made by others in our employ. So I
feel that I am ALWAYS stressed and short-tempered and out of sorts.
When I arrived at your
studio for my session, you immediately detected my stress level and asked me to sit down for a few moments before we began
the actual massage so that you could connect with my energy and help soothe it. I have to tell you that I am not one
who can relax easily - and even just sitting still for more than a minute or so is extremely difficult for me as my mind
continues to race about problems usually related to work.
But you began speaking to me
and told me that everything ws going to be fine, that my time in your studio was to be a temporary escape from my stress
body and stress life. Then as I felt you moving your hands over my head even though I knew they were several inches
from my body I could feel them and to be honest, it was a really weird sensation. I knew that I was feeling your hands
even though they weren't actually touching me. The best I can describe it was that your hands and fingers were
moving through me. I didn't quite understand what was happening but I did know that I felt a sense of peace and
calm unlike I had ever experienced before.. After what seemed like 20 or 30 minutes of this relaxing feeling (in actuality
it was probably only about 10 minutes), I felt a sense of lightness as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
You then asked me if I was ready to begin the massage. To be honest, I felt so peaceful that I could've spent the
entire hour and a half just sitting there absorbing and experiencing that wonderful sense of peace that was coming from
your hands which still had not even touched my physical body.
So I lay down on your massage
table and immediately I began to hear a soft humming in my ear. It was a pleasant sound and I knew immediately what
it was. It wasn't coming from your CD player but from inside my own head. It was a sound I had not heard
since I was a small boy standing in my grandmother's sewing room. I was about 5 or 6 at the time and I remember
that my grandmother loved to sew things. She was always making clothes and giving them away to people who could not
afford them. I remember that day in her sewing room in Denver I had asked her why - when she had few possessions of
her own - that she spent so much of her time making things to give away to others. As soon as she told me that, I
heard a strange humming that I had never heard before. Grammom Nadine saw the look on my face and asked me if I heard
them. I asked her what I was hearing. She said it was the angels singing. She said that whenever a person
is in touch with their angels - the angels sing. She said that sometimes, others can even hear them too. She told
me the angels were singing to me because I had just learned the secret to happiness. So I asked her what that secret
was.
Grammom Nadine said that the secret to happiness is to help others who are less fortunate
without expecting anything in return.
I only got to see Grammom Nadine a couple times after
that day because she got very sick and was put in a nursing home and for some reason us kids were not allowed to visit her.
She passed away shortly thereafter.
I hadn't heard that humming sound again - the angels singing - in almost
35 years - until I lay on your massage table after you did that energy work with me. I didn't tell you at the time
but that is why I started crying. Because I heard the angels singing and I remembered Grammom Nadine's lesson
that day all those years ago.
Well I have to tell you the next thing that happened was even
more weird. You told me you were going to take me on a journey to a very special place, a place where healing occurs.
You started playing that music that sounded like it was right out of some sci-fi space movie. It was the one that
started out with just the pulsating beats for a few minutes and then transformed into the twangy, tinkling sounds.
That's when you began talking me into the meditation about going to the center of the galaxy. That was so totally,
totally awesome. I was in such a wonderful place. Then when you got me there, you told me to think of a relationship
in my life which needed healing. You told me you sensed that someone who once was close to me had drifted from me and
there a lot of hostility between us. You said you knew it was a female, someone older. Immediately my mother
came to mind.
Mom and I have never had a close relationship since my dad passed back when
I was about 9. After Dad died, she began drinking heavily and hanging out at the bars and picking up all these strange
men and bringing them home. Her drinking caused her to become very abusive of us 5 kids, to the point of where several
times Social Services had to be called in to intervene. I began to hate - really hate my mom for what she had become.
I know, I know, one is supposed to honor and love their parents. But I simply could not stand by and watch what she
was doing to herself and to us without hating her.
I endured it as long as I could and
left home as soon as I could. I got married long before I was emotionally or financially ready as an excuse to get
out of the house and away from that horrible person who was living there. But I took my problems and my anger and my
hatred with me - into my first marriage and after that ended into my second one as well. Fortunately I had found a
job which consumes so much of my time that I was away from home enough not to let my anger and hatred ruin the second marriage.
My time on the road is perhaps the only thing that has saved this marriage.
I never did
stay in touch with my mother. I really never cared whether Mom re-married, lived or died or what she did with her life.
None of us kids did. That's how much anger was inside of me, Inside all of us but me especially.
Okay, so back to me lying on your massage table listening to that spacey music and you taking me on this "mystical"
journey to the center of the galaxy and telling me that you saw an older woman in my aura with whom I needed to patch things
up. Well of course I knew it was Mom. So then as part of the meditation you had me imagining that my mother
was surrounded by this beautiful glowing light as if she was an angel or something. At first I had a really tough time
with that. That's not how I remembered my mother at all. But I did as you suggested. And you know
what, when i did - I heard the angels singing again. And at your suggestion, in my mind, I reached out and embraced
my mother. I cannot begin to tell you how much emotion moved through me when I did that. I felt like I too was
glowing with bright light as I was embracing Mom. The only word I can think of to describe it is "healing."
I only half heard what you were saying but I knew it was something about telling Mom that I forgive
her and that I love her and that I thank her for being a part of my life. Then you talked me through a couple of other
things about holding onto that feeling of love and storing it so that I could retrieve it whenever I needed it. Then
you brought me out of the meditation and back to your massage table. But to be perfectly honest with you, I really
do not remember much of the massage after that as I was still glowing with the sensations I experienced during that center
of the galaxy journey.
After the session, I thanked you and left your studio. While
fully conscious, I was still in somewhat of a daze if that makes any sense to you. I drove back to St. Paul, knowing
that I was a different person because of that experience.
Fast forward to exactly one week
after my session.
I was in Wichita on another business trip and since I had a couple hours
of downtime in between meetings, I did something I never thought I would do. I dialed my mother's phone number.
Now realize I haven't talked to my mother in probably about 20 years and only hoped that her number had not changed.
I know that she had no idea how to reach me or what my phone number was since I totally rely exclusively on my cell phone
now for telephone communications. I had absolutely no idea whatsoever what i was going to say to her when - and if
- she answered the phone.
The phone rang about 6 or 7 times and just as I was about to hang up, this somewhat
familiar voice answered, "Tommy? Is that you, Tommy?"
Like I said, I KNOW
that my mother had no inkling of what my phone number was. Heck, she didn't even know where I was living as I expressly
forbade my wife, siblings and Aunt Meredith from letting Mom know where I was and what I was doing. I don;t even think
Mom knew that my first marriage had ended many years ago and that I had re-married.
Yet here she was, answering
the phone with, "Tommy? Is that you Tommy". For almost a full moment I was totally speechless.
Then I said the only thing that came to mind which was, "Mom, I love you." I asked her how she knew it was
me. She told me that for the past week, she had been having dreams about me and knew I was going to be calling her.
I sure wish I had a box of Kleenex with me as I would've used the entire box over the next few minutes. While our
conversation consisted of not much more than "how are you?" and "where are you?" that next 15 or 20
minutes on the phone spoke volumes. I ended the conversation by making arrangements to visit her the following week.
I took some much needed personal time off from work and the following week I made the trip to
Longmont. And you know what, I was so very much looking forward to seeing Mom again that the week could not fly by
fast enough. When I drove up to her house - the same one in which I spent those younger years so very long ago - and
knocked on that door, and this little old lady (stooped by age) with the wrinkled face opened the door, no words were necessary.
We hugged and hugged and hugged some more.
I spent 3 days with my dear mother - this little
old bedraggled spiritual being who had brought me into this world 41 years before. Jim, I have to tell you.
Healing took place. A LOT of healing. Healing which was brought about because you took me on that journey to
the center of the galaxy. Never once did we talk about the bad times. Mom and I just talked about good times.
As few of them as there were, there were more than I had allowed myself to remember. That's all that mattered,
was that we were able to remember them. And share them once again. You know what, Jim. During those 3 days
with my mother, I heard the angels singing almost all the time.
Mom passed last month on
April 11th. Her health had not been well in many years. But her spirit was healed - and so was mine. I
was with her during her final hours. As I held her frail body in my arms I told her about my massage session with
you and about my journey to the center of the galaxy. That journey to the center of the galaxy where healing occurs.
Just before Mom passed quietly away in my arms, thankfully painless due to the drugs they had going into her system, she
asked me to thank you for having helped bring her son back to her. So thank you Jim, from me, from Mom, from my 3
brothers (Rick, Marcus and Lee) and my sister Stephanie. Because in these final months of Mom's life here on this
planet, the healing of my relationship with my mother also helped to bring her other 4 children back into her life.
And because of that - because of you - she did not die alone. She made the transition surrounded with the love of
her children - and with the angels singing. I heard them. My brother Marcus heard them. My sister Stephanie
heard them. And I know Mom heard them.
So as you can imagine, these past few months
have been very full for me - or else I would've responded to your request to share my story with you sooner. I
hope that my travels bring me back into the Twin Cities area soon as I so much want to thank you in person. Besides,
my sister Stephanie lives less than 200 miles from you. Now that my brothers and sister know of you and the part that
you played in my mother's - and my - healing, I am sure she wold love to make the trip up there from Iowa to meet you.
Thank you again Jim. Please do share my experience with anyone willing to listen as I hope
it will help them in their journey. Oh, any my wife Stacey says, "thank you" as well. She is sitting
next to me as I type this and she says that thanks to you, she has her husband back.
God
Bless You Jim,
Tom
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