People have – very kindly – been asking for an update on my frozen shoulder. Umm, yes, it’s getting much better, thank you.
It would be ever so much easier to stop right there.
There’s a great deal more to tell, but many people will find the story impossible to believe. I suppose that’s okay, though. I’ll just do the credibility warning here and anyone who raises their eyes skywards and mutters, “Here she goes again!” can click off.
So… Warning: Don’t read any further if you believe that a frozen shoulder is a medical condition with very definitely medical origins and can have absolutely no connection to psychic attack, astral bodies, telepathy or other weird stuff. I repeat – leave now unless you want to read a seriously strange story with more things than may be dreamt of in your philosophy.
Okay. So now those of you still reading can see what you make of this lot…
I suppose my first inkling that something odd was going on was when I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen for a while. She asked how my painful hip was doing. I’d forgotten about the pain in my hip a few months back. I’d had a course of acupuncture and the hip improved, but the pain moved to my knee and foot…then the shoulder. My friend looked at me oddly. “The same pain?” she asked. “And it’s moving around and lodging in different parts of your body?”
Now she came to mention it, it did sound very weird. I hadn’t made the link before, but, yes – I’d been in pain in one way or another for well over a year, and yes – the pain was the same in each case.
When I had my first Reiki healing, as I mentioned in my last post on the subject, the healer saw a face looking out at her from my shoulder. We were both somewhat alarmed by that – particularly as she described the face and from her description I was able to provide her with a photo of the person she had seen.
On subsequent healing sessions, he appeared again. As she got to know me better, the healer revealed that the face didn’t just look at her; he glared. He exuded total fury that she had disturbed him. He pushed her away and made it clear to her that he felt she was encroaching on ‘his’ territory.
I told her a little about this young man – his first name and his background. She is a very psychic lady and quickly tuned into him.
He has little interest in his physical life at the moment. His main interest is with travel on the astral planes. He spends much of his time communing with others there. He has a huge astral body. It looks grey and the energy is rather sticky. His physical body is quite weak and seems to be shrinking away.
Interesting. I’d been told very similar things about him in two other readings. One from a psychic who claimed to see a ‘dark, snaking energy’ coming from my friend and ‘using’ me in some way. The other – very different in tone – was a channelled message explaining that I shouldn’t worry about his current social isolation, as he was very active on other levels and in contact with many beings but didn’t have much interest in the physical at this point in his life.
Meanwhile, my shoulder was showing distinct signs of recovery except on certain occasions when, for no reason I could discern, the pain suddenly became unbearable.
Now another thing the channel had told me was that my young friend and I had chosen, in this lifetime, to explore telepathic communication. I was encouraged to attempt to reach him in this way as this was a very important part of our life purpose.
I’d done so, on and off, for several months. Sometimes there were startling synchronicities and the contact felt very real. At other times I was fairly certain it was all in my imagination. (Yes, they’d warned me specifically that this would happen and I was to plough on regardless, but, y’know…)
Anyhow, this seemed like a very good time to redouble my efforts to work on the telepathy. I had many questions.
To begin with, his responses were grumpy and sullen. Yes, he told me, he was linking to me when he visited the astral planes (‘plazas’ he called them). He insisted that it was a mutually beneficial situation. He reasoned that I’d always wanted to keep contact with him, while he needed a safe anchor in the physical world while he went travelling. He also said some rather unpleasant things about my healer and suggested I get rid of her.
You may be wondering why I believed all this. Well, let’s just say we have a lot of history. Our shared interest in all things numinous was one of the reasons our friendship was so strong. This included an occasion when, in his mid teens, he decided to tell me about a new type of ‘travelling’ he’d discovered.
“You just sit still and act as if you’re going to sleep, but keep your eyes open and within about ten minutes you find yourself seeing another place. And don’t ask me to describe it,” he’d added, as my mouth opened, “because there are no words that can explain what it’s like.”
That was nearly ten years ago. That’s why I wasn’t altogether surprised by this latest turn of events.
Well the telepathic sessions continued over the next few weeks. The subject matter and form of communication may have been somewhat unorthodox, but the conversation we had went very much like countless arguments we’d had before.
“Why can’t you link to your own body when you go travelling?”
“Yours has more light.”
“Tough – it bloody hurts. Either use your own silver cord, or whatever it’s called, or stay in your physical body. What you’re doing to me is definitely not okay.”
“You’re the one who’s always going on about us staying in contact.”
“That’s human contact. Not this stuff!”
I learned a great deal from him about his astral travels. He’d apparently become obsessed with travelling to the furthest reaches – including places where it was frightening and unpleasant.
A new tone entered his comments. It was a lonely place, he said – full of fellow human travellers and spirits, full of emotions but with no real contact or feelings. That, I reminded him, was what the Earth experience was for. That was why he’d incarnated.
Maybe – just maybe – our telepathic wranglings had reminded him of how much he’d enjoyed human conversation and relationship. He was nervous initially, doubtful – referring to his physical body at one point as an ’empty cadaver’, but as we talked and I reminded him of the fun he’d had and things he’d done before he turned recluse, his mood softened and his confidence seemed to grow. Finally, he agreed to stop the travelling and to let go of my shoulder.
I could barely conceal my excitement as I went for the next healing.
“Well?” I asked, when the healer had finished. “Did he try to stop you again?”
She looked slightly surprised, as if it had only just dawned on her. “He wasn’t there at all,” she said. “I didn’t see him.”
Unsurprisingly – to me, at any rate – my shoulder is a great deal better. There is some stiffness remaining but the gnawing, wrenching pain has gone from my entire body, and my well-travelled friend and I are still talking… 🙂
Looking at Life 