Energy Healing – My Friend Bob

healing energyI first met Bob when he came to a healing energy workshop in Austin that I was producing for my mentor, Eleanor Moore. He was sitting at the back of the main sanctuary of the Unity Church in Austin after the day long workshop had ended. As I walked by him he waved his arm and motioned me over. I went over  and he said somewhat hesitantly that he needed energy healing and wanted to work with me on a regular basis. That’s how our long friendship began.

Bob had grown up in a highly dysfunctional family in Hawaii. When he was ten, his mother, who was an alcoholic, told him that he was so ugly so woman would ever want him. Bob fled the islands and his family when he was sixteen and joined the Merchant Marine.

When we met, he was fifty years old and a third mate in the Merchant Marine. In all his years at sea, he hadn’t made much progress in his career. He told me that he lived in Houston and that his wife had left him during his last sea voyage. Sadly, he had returned home to a house  emptied of all furniture. She had cleaned out their bank accounts and moved back to Michigan where she was from. She had left him a note on the kitchen counter. “I’m tired of being married to you,” she wrote. “You’re too ugly to put up with.”

Echoes from his childhood burned in his brain. The childhood wounding by his mother  roared back to life. He was alone, destitute except for the check from his recent voyage, and sinking into a deep pool of shame and despair.

Bob started coming up to Austin from Houston on a weekly basis for energy healing sessions. He would get a motel room and we’d do a healing energy session Monday through Fridays, until he went out to sea again. Usually, when we finished each healing energy session, he’d feel like he was on fire. That was due to the red healing energy I channelled into him. The red healing energy was burning away the darkness and pain inside him. Usually an hour after each healing energy session Bob would start shaking all over as the healing energy moved deeper into his system. He learned over time that when that happened he had better be safely back in his hotel room. When the shaking started he’d collapse on his bed and fall asleep for a couple hours.

Over time, his life began to change. First, he was promoted to Second Mate. The next voyage he was promoted to First Mate. Then he was made Captain. Soon he was recognized as the best Captain in his company and given all the best voyages. His income soared. Bob was feeling much better about himself.

It was at this point that his union asked him to go to Congress to lobby Congressmen and Senators for them. Bob was very hesitant to commit to do this. He was a painfully shy man. I told him he was ready and it would be a great opportunity for him. Bob took a deep breath and went. He had a great time, enjoying his meetings with Senators and Congressmen.

When he got back I suggested he come to my monthly healing energy workshops for my clients. In those healing energy workshops he would get worked on and learn to work on others. Bob was sceptical but I convinced him to give it a try. What happened was amazing.

All the women there took to him immediately. They all wanted to work on him and when they felt the healing energy coming out of him, they all wanted him to work on them. When he was away at sea for a few months and couldn’t attend the workshops those women missed him mightily.

The vicious imprinting that his alcoholic mother had put into his subconscious mind had lost its power and authority over him. Bob had come into his own.

When Bob retired he moved to a little town on the California Nevada border. We kept in touch occasionally in those years. The last time I saw Bob was in the late 1990’s when I went up to visit him. I hadn’t heard from him in some time so recently I tried to contact him. His phone was disconnected. Fearing the worst, I searched the internet for him. My fears were confirmed. Bob had passed away in December 2007. I lost a good friend and the world lost a good man. Rest in Peace Bob. I will not forget you.