TheBanyanTree: Talks with Hambrel (4)

[Roger Pye]

Part 4

It seems like I'm not boring too many people so I'll keep going. To the 
guy who's forming a posse to hunt me down and force me to finish the 
story - sorry, but there's no ending until mine if you see what I mean, 
and I'm going to be around for a fair time yet, so I'm told. I guess 
these tales will just sort of 'tail' off (groan) when I run out of time 
to write. Till then, however . .

(Without going deeply into it, Reiki is a hands-on healing method which 
utilises the energy of the Universe to alleviate dis-ease and 
dis-comfort in humans - and animals and plants and the very soil itself. 
There are some who say the provider or the patient or both have to 
believe in God or Allah or Whoever for it to work. It isn't true but it 
surely does help in some cases. Reiki should not be used in place of 
regular medical diagnosis and treatment, however; when symptoms persist, 
always seek medical advice.

For the record, I'm a Reiki Healer in the 2nd Degree and next weekend I 
shall be attuned to the 3rd (Master) Degree which means I shall know a 
whole lot more and be able to teach other people how to do it. Being a 
dowser as well has brought about a situation in which I often combine 
dowsing techniques with Reiki, particularly in stress-related ailments 
which have caused blockages in the major chakras. If you don't know what 
a chakra is, does or helps, don't worry, you will before long . . )

Talks with Hambrel (4)

(Well not quite though he was around.) A few weeks ago I was walking the 
ridge at the Dalgety TSR Project collecting quartz pebbles when I 
'heard' a polite cough and looked around out of habit. There was no one 
visible - of course, I should have known that!

<Is that you Tessa?>
<Yes. How are you, Dodger?>

Ah, I thought, in for some fun, this is not how I'm usually addressed. 
'Tessa' is the SpokesDeva that James calls 'No 30' and thinks of as male 
for some obscure reason.

<I've lost my speaking voice. I don't have a lot of time to chat this 
afternoon, I have to get back home tomorrow afternoon and there's a lot 
to do at Rockwell Main before then.>

<It's Rockwell I wanted to talk to you about. Specifically, Mary,> Tessa 
said.

Mary? I thought. There's no Mary at Rockwell, it's Jay who owns the farm.

<Mary?> I queried.

<Enid's mother.>

I was suddenly wide, wide awake. 'Enid' was the name I had given to a 
spirit I had released from the old homestead on a previous visit.

<Enid has a mother?> One is given to inane questions in situations like 
these whilst playing for time to think.

<Tied to the same suite of rooms for much the same length of time 
waiting for Jay to come back.>

<Hold it, you're not making sense,> I said. <What does Jay have to do 
with it?>

<She was Michael, Enid's lover.>

Shee-it, why hadn't I thought of that! I sat down on a handy boulder. 
<Boyfriend, hardly lover. Give me a minute while I sort this out.>

As far as the local council was concerned, 'Rockwell' was 500 acres of 
the worst weeds and rabbit infestations in the 6,000 sq kilometer shire 
but aesthetically it was fantastic with stupendous almost 360 degree 
views. A stream of owners had tried every known chemical to get rid of 
the weeds and rabbits but without success.

The farm had last changed hands in February 2002. The new owner, Jay, in 
her mid-fifties, had been raised on a sheep farm in the Hunter Valley of 
NSW but spent all the intervening time in Sydney during which she had 
longed for her own place in the country. A marriage breakdown had given 
her the opportunity to find it; browsing through a real estate magazine, 
a picture of Rockwell Homestead 'leaped' up at her and on her first 
inspection when she walked in the front door there was that indefinable 
sense of homecoming. There had been no need for a second inspection.

She moved in with every intention of righting the environmental wrongs 
that had occurred there. 15 months later she was not much further on. 
That was where I and Earthcare Environmental Solutions came in. Jay told 
me about the 'presence' in the old part of the homestead on my first 
visit. A few weeks after she had arrived, she had sensed a visitor to 
her bedroom (in the new part of the house). From the footfall she 
guessed the spirit was a woman and she had the distinct feeling the 
visitor had stopped next to the bed, looked down at her for a few 
minutes and then gone off satisfied with what she had seen.

Now it so happened I knew, or thought I knew, a little more of 
Rockwell's history than Jay did. James' wife Barbara is clairaudient 
(which means she 'hears' past and future events much the same as a 
clairvoyant 'sees' them and a clairsentient 'feels' them. I am 
clairsentient). On a visit to a part of Rockwell given over to another 
Landcare project, she had heard and seen (in her words) 'a massacre by 
the creek'. I had tracked the bodies to the 'graveyard' section of the 
project where nothing would grow and dowsed the year to have been about 
1875. Over the next few months I conducted two healing sessions there, 
releasing several spirits the first occasion and neutralising an adverse 
energy vortex the second. (Today, the wizened and twisted trees planted 
in the area three years ago are all reshooting from the base tall and 
straight.)

Some days after I had released Enid I had visited the property again to 
tell Jay I had received a message (via the Deva Aaronda who is 'mine' - 
ie, permanently assigned to me) to conduct a full-body Reiki treatment 
in the bedroom the spirit had occupied. At once Jay said she missed Enid 
and wished she had not gone away. That was not a problem, I said, I had 
a feeling she was coming back though I wasn't sure why. Come to that, I 
had no idea who the Reiki treatment was for either. I suppose if I had 
really deeply thought about it all I would have put two and two together 
and come up with the right answer but I did not.

I set the scene much as I would have at home except there was a very low 
double bed instead of a massage table at a more comfortable height. The 
bed ran alongside the outside wall which had a window in it - the only 
window in the room. There was just enough space for me to stand between 
wall and bed - why I chose that position instead of the other side of 
the bed where there were no restrictions I didn't know - then. My 
portable radio was on a wallshelf with Terry Oldfield's 'Resonance' 
playing softly. Standing with my back to the wall, hands raised above 
the bed, eyes shut as usual, I visualised the symbols, silently communed 
with the Great Spirit and called in protective and healing energy for 
the place and room.

Five minutes later, I met Enid.

to be continued . .


Woodcat