Here’s a strange little tale.      Years ago I banged my leg against the pointed corner of my dish-washer.  The wound made a hole in the shin of my left leg.  I looked at it, evaluated the wound, gave it a bit of a wash and forgot about it.

Some days later the wound started to throb and turn red and streaky.  I began to get concerned.  It was midwinter in Vermont and I was without a car so, steeped as I was then in herbalism and  alternate healing methods, I macerated some cabbage leaves,  made a poultice and slapped it on the wound, tightly wrapping the whole with a gauze bandage.

Every few hours I changed the poultice with fresh cabbage and clean gauze.  In three days the wound was clean and healing fast.  A day or two later the hole in my leg had healed.  Chalk one up for “Alternate Healing”.

Years passed.  One afternoon I paid a visit to the office of a friend who is a “Light-Worker”.  A beautiful woman who is brilliant at her vocation,  which is to remove negative energies from the body.  I was there for a “Session”…

Supine on her padded table with a cushion under my knees and with a  herb and seed filled cloth envelope across my eyes, with soft music playing  and the darkened room scented with an intoxicating incense, I was as close to Nirvana as I expect to get short of several more lifetimes of hard fought struggle towards awareness.  I was deliciously relaxed…suspended in the warm liquidity of the carefree moment.

The Light Worker, unseen but sensed, was standing near me, removing with her thoughts, prayers and expertise, the negative energies that, I didn’t doubt, I was harboring in my body. I had visited this woman before. I was used to the feeling of renewal and purity which ensued from a session on her table. This time something was different.

Standing by my left leg I felt her body agitate. Something was going on down there.
When the hour-long session was over I sat up and said…”What was that all about…that jerking..what’s up?”

“You had an elemental living in a hole in your leg” she answered ” and the little bugger didn’t want to leave…I had to trick it…to get it out” .. I was blown away.  Teetering part way between disbelief and amazement, I said “Where was it, exactly?”

“Right THERE” she said, plunging a finger onto my shin in the precise place that had been hurt and healed-over several years before. “Watch…I’ll even draw it”. She got a piece of paper and a pencil and drew a picture of this weird-looking little thing looking out of a hole. “Creeped Out” was the word that came to mind when I saw that drawing.

However,the more I read and listen and learn and investigate, the more I have become accepting and, in fact, comfortable with THE STRANGE. The well-known adage “There are more things in heaven and earth than this world dreams of…” becomes a mantra.