LOVE HEALS
NATURE AFFORDS A UNIVERSAL MEANS OF
HEALING AND PRESERVING MEN.
Anton Mesmer
Laurel Duran shared parts of her own healing journey in her novel about a physical therapist paralyzed by a motor vehicle accident.  From The
Blue Cord by Laurel Duran, 1995.
Florinda looked down tenderly upon her husband’s head and stroked his hair. “My husband had a stroke and it paralyzed the right side of his body. That’s why we’re here, because they didn’t know where else to put us while we wait for a heart transplant. It caused great difficulties for his heart.” “Lo siento, Carlos.” Mora’s heart opened, wanting desperately to give something, to help, to feed him, then, compassion from the well of her own heart. I could have helped him before. If only I could touch him I KNOW I could help. I KNOW IT! Mora heard the call from inside. In doubt she questioned herself. Then it seemed her spirit stepped outside her body and stood before her imploring: Come on, Mora! You can help … just ask … it’s the power of love that heals, not muscle strength … Go on, ASK! She sat in silence for a long minute, then spoke in Spanish. “Before my car crash, I was a massage therapist. For seven years I helped people recover from injuries. Now, although my body’s strength is gone, I still have the love of God moving through my hands. I know now that it’s love that heals.” Mora rested her tearful eyes on the puffy hands in her lap, then raised them to Carlos expectantly. “My heart thrives on extending care to others. These are connected to my heart and I would like to help yours. It would give me great honor and happiness if you would allow me to massage you.” The healing had already begun. “Gracias, Mora,” Carlos answered. Florinda came to Mora and leaned over. “Thank you. God bless you. May I hug you please?” “Thank you, yes,” Mora answered, grateful that exposing a piece of herself had been met with tenderness. “Would you like me to begin now? Or I could come back another time if you want.” “Now is good.” Carlos blinked. Mora perambulated her [wheel] chair as close to Carlos’s right side as she could. “Florinda, could you lock my wheels?” “Of course.” Florinda said, as she leaned down to engage the brakes. “Do you need anything else?” “Yes.” Mora managed to use some of one arm to help some of the other into position. “Now, could you please put my arms onto his chair arm, then place Carlos’s right hand in his lap?” “Certainly.” Florinda followed the instructions and watched. “I’m like a wire. Just making contact we’re sending loving energy into your body.” Mora looked at Carlos’s tired eyes. “Your mind and your body know what to do with it. Also, it helps for us to picture life moving through your right arm, the right side of your face, and everywhere.” Mixing all she had in one hand with all she had in the other, Mora worked on her first “client” since the crash. Now her eyes saw things as they never had before. Everything was outlined with thin layers of vibrant color and surrounded by a layer of white light. Mora felt as if she were floating just above the floor. She saw subtle rays of golden light streaming out her fingertips and penetrating directly into Carlos. Her hands felt very warm on his flesh; she watched them move with more grace and clarity than they had shown since the crash. For nearly half an hour Mora felt some strange and wonderful new energy using her as an instrument. “Carlos, do you want me to do this again, maybe tomorrow?” “Si, por favor,” He said, still wrestling with his tongue but with more life in his eyes than before. “I feel better. Gracias por su ayuda.” “Con mucho gusto. Hasta mañana.” Rejuvenated and grateful, Mora perambulated back to her room. |
The Great Physician
Love Heals
“Even as there is only one nature, one life, one health,
there is, only one disease, one remedy, one healing.”
Mesmer
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