THE RECONNECTION & CHEMOTHERAPY aborted missions

Late June / early July 2012. The hospital had ALL the results and had me marked down to start chemotherapy in early July. The alternative oncologists I had visited strongly urged me to do chemotherapy.  My family and certain friends were screaming at me to do chemotherapy.  But then came The Reconnection.

Well, my Span in doors had done The Reconnection course the previous year in Madrid and had come home with healing hands.  So now, Eric Pearl and crew were in Barcelona in July 2012.  We went to the hotel where the seminar was taking place to see if David could repeat the course for free, as Eric Pearl had not been present in the Madrid seminar. They put both of our names down.  Why argue? So we both went on the Sunday, day 2.  Hundreds of participants, masses of massage tables, and I took every opportunity I could to be the patient.  Just imagine for a minute a whole day of being on the receiving end of 3 or 4 pairs of healing hands?

I have received so many healing sessions over the last decade that I've lost count of the number and lost track of the names.  I've had rubbish massages in posh spas, regular to phenomenal reiki sessions, heavenly healing energy massages that have transported me to la-la land, I've done craneo-sacral, ataraxia, sound therapy, regressions and Sacred Sat Nam Rasayan, but the Reconnection was altogether another dimension.  I left the hotel at the end of the second day's seminar (not having attended the first) with wonderfully wobbly legs, cells that were zinging and a fabulous feeling in my heart.

Slept like a baby.  Monday morning's yoga class was simply spectacular as a result, and then I floated off to the hospital where the plot for chemotherapy thickened.  I nodded at whatever the oncologist was saying but inside I was saying "I can't do this, it's wrong, it's an act of aggression against my body, not an act of healing".

Because that night I had booked an individual healing session with one of The Reconnection teaching team.

A session lasts about half an hour.  The effects no doubt last a lifetime.  All I know is that for two weeks afterwards I felt happier than I had ever felt in my life, I felt grounded, centred, hormonally balanced*, fearless, (for the meditators among us: connected to the source).  It felt as if I had reprogrammed every cell in my body.  Now, this is how you feel sometimes after a yoga or meditation session, but in my case it wears off after a couple of hours, or possibly an afternoon.  This was two solid weeks of BLISS, with no ups and downs.  There was no flippin' way I was going to do chemotherapy.  I telephoned the reception of the day hospital and boldly cancelled my first chemotherpay session that should have been on the Thursday of the same week.

* My menstrual cycle had been on the rampage in recent months. It suddenly stopped rampaging.  The crazy hormonal ups and downs just ceased. For all women who have had mad menstrual cycles, imagine this: 2 weeks without a single  fluctuation on an emotional or physical level. And for the first time ever I had the whole 28 days between periods, the perfect menstrual cycle. Nirvana for women, I tell you.