(Part 3) “Lake Titicaca, me and the power of Natural Therapies.”

PART 3 ...

I was startled by a knock on the door and my name being called. I got up feeling rather annoyed.

As I opened the door, I saw Bruno in the company of another man. “What is it?” I asked. He told me that he needed my help and went on to explain that one of the tourists, a young Danish man, was not very well. He was losing consciousness and had a temperature. Without hesitation, I agreed to accompany them. I started to pray for guidance, asking God for all the help I could get while quickly dressing and gathering all that I might need.

 

 

Though woken from my sleep only moments ago, I was fully alert as I followed both men up the rocky path with unexpected ease.




It wasn’t long before we entered the room where a few people were gathered. Lying on the bed was a young man in his early to mid twenties with two friends standing by his side. I could sense that he was filled with the fear of dying. I too was filled with fear: a fear of not knowing if my skills would be enough to help him. He whispered to me that he was feeling hot, dizzy, barely hanging on in his body and most of all, afraid of falling asleep.

 

Bruno introduced me briefly to the host family and the island’s first aider who had done all he could. As I glanced at their faces, all eight of them shared with me a look of hope. We all knew that the closest medical help was about four hours away by boat. The silent “expectation” placed upon me together with the need to totally trust in myself and my knowledge felt challenging as well as frightening. And so without knowing how, I entered into a different state of awareness — a state of totally being in the now while surrendering to my highest wisdom. It is in this state that at times the impossible becomes possible.

 

I started by placing some peppermint oil on his chest (over the clothes) while gathering more information from his friends about what else, apart from the high altitude, might have contributed to his present state. As I held Jin Shin Jyutsu (Japanese Ancient Art of Healing) point 17 (Left + Right) I was told he had smoked quite a few cigarettes that evening, including three other ones. He had also played soccer and made his way up to the temple rather quickly. As I followed with JSJ point 22 (L + R) he mentioned feeling a little relaxed but a bit more hot and dizzy. After holding JSJ point 1 (L + R) he started to feel better. After this I moved to his feet to do some Reflexology. His body was starving for oxygen and to keep it functioning, I placed the priority on increasing the blood flow to the brain by working on his big toes. Then I placed my palms over the soles of his feet to allow for the energy being channelled to strengthen his weak body.
 

Minutes later, he shared with us some good news: he felt less hot and dizzy, more relaxed and more present within his physical self. At this point I got up to do Energy Healing above his body and when I returned to his feet, I felt compelled to make a request of him: “If you believe in something then just ask for help.” I asked his friends to give me a hand. I got one of them to hold JSJ point 17 (L + R) and the other one to hold JSJ point 1 (L + R) as I continued channelling the energy through his feet and working his big toes to further increase the oxygen flow to his brain.

 

Maybe ten minutes went by before he announced the need to empty his bladder. By then he was able to get up and with the help of his friends, walk outside to do so. After his return we decided to check his temperature and while awaiting the reading, I went on to do some more Energy Healing above his body. Even though his temperature wasn’t high to begin with, a drop of .2ºC from 37.2ºC to 37ºC was still a positive sign and so was an increase in his blood pressure when rechecked by the first aider.

By now he was feeling much better compared with how he felt just over an hour ago. He appeared to be much more at one with his whole body (physical, mental, emotional, spiritual) and the fear had left him. His condition seemed to have stabilised and I felt comfortable that my help was no longer required. But before leaving, I asked them to come and get me if his condition deteriorated and instructed his friends in how to assist him while awaiting my return. I also recommended a medical checkup once he returned to the mainland and that he should avoid cigarettes of any kind for at least a few days, the longer the better.

Before leaving the room, I silently bid goodnight to everyone present, which I then realised also represented reassurance to them that everything would be fine. Hoping for this to be true, I continued to pray for his full recovery while walking home.

On approaching the front gate the man guiding me back stopped to say something to me. With my half-dozen words of Spanish and with the help of other languages I knew, I was able to understand that his wife had some stomach problems and he was asking me if I could see her the next day. His request felt like a reward to me for a job well done, and I was most gratified. I felt as if that night, I had truly graduated.
 

 

Entering my room as quietly as possible, I was looking forward to much-awaited sleep. However, as my mind was busy coming to terms with what had just happened and my body was still letting go of the mental and emotional tension, sleep was out of reach. And when sleep finally came, it was very light as my subconscious mind remained on standby.

With the rising sun sneaking into our room, I felt like I could give myself permission to take a deep breath. I was hoping to see Bruno before their departure to ask about the young man but it wasn’t until the following week that my mind’s uncertainty was fully cleared with the news of his successful recovery.

 

 

 

 

During my short stay I was privileged to assist quite a few women and men both young and old who came to see me from different parts of the island. I was almost embarrassed as I felt their high respect and total trust towards me. Me, a foreign woman who could not even speak their language and with qualifications endorsed only by the witnesses of the never-to-be-forgotten event. An event with its many lessons for all present and a message to all: not to underestimate the power of Natural Therapies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before I knew it, I was saluting my last sunrise on Amantani with a dance of mixed feelings in my heart and preparing for a goodbye to yet another of my “spiritual homes”.

 

 

 

Deep inside I was hoping that I could somehow leave behind my “absent body” to allow the energy to continue with the healing and I found the way – a wooden rosary. It was a present from a client of mine from her recent trip to the Vatican. I had been rather surprised by her gift and suspected that my Polish background might have led her to think that I followed Catholicism. My decision to take the rosary with me was influenced by an unusual event that took place close to my departure from Sydney. “Just in case”, I thought to myself when adding it to my luggage, and I was glad that I did.

On the boat leaving the island behind, I reached for the wooden beads. With tears in my eyes I called upon Pachamama and Pachatata for support before handing the rosary to the guide with an unusual request: “Please give these beads to someone on the island with a health problem. They must hold them between their palms for about 10 minutes in the morning and at night for seven days, and after that, pass them on to another person in need of healing.”

Will I ever find out if my request is fulfilled?

 

6 March 2006 – Sydney (email from Lima)

“Hi Olga, I received news from Puno they told me that people continued to pray with el Rosario ... Regards Gisella”

      With thanks to Pachamama and Pachatata I hope for no end to this story.
 

PS
Knowing that hands in the prayer position correspond to Jin Shin Jyutsu position for activating a general whole-body healing, I decided to use a rosary as a facilitating tool.