TheBanyanTree: Call for Help

[Roger Pye]

Dateline:
Thursday, 6th day of the 7th month, 2006 CE, Gregorian Calendar

Timeline:
0900 Australian Eastern Standard Time

Locality:
South of Narrandera, a rural town in New South Wales, Australia

Situation:
The cab of an interstate B-Double truck travelling at the maximum legal 
speed (100 kmh).  Destination Brisbane Queensland. Payload a 'C' Class 
shipping contaner. The driver punches a 10-digit number on his mobile 
phone.  250 kms away in Canberra a man looks away from his computer, on 
impulse picks up his cordless phone and walks a few steps to his lounge 
chair by the wood heater. 30 secs after he has sat down the phone rings. 
He picks it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is that Roger Pye?"

"Yes it it."

"Hi, my name's M. . . ., I'm a truck driver, my friend G . . . suggested 
I get in touch with you, I wonder if you could help me."

"For sure.  Would you like to tell me about it?"

"It's like this, at home I feel locked in, you know, stuck, don't know 
where I'm going or which way to turn . . ."

"Where are you now?"

"About half an hour south of Narrandera heading for Brisbane, I may be 
home the weekend or middle of next week. . ."

"OK, tell me all about it."

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Dateline:
Thursday, 6th day of the 7th month, 2006 CE, Gregorian Calendar

Timeline:
1040 Australian Eastern Standard Time

Locality:
Canberra, National Capital of Australia, a city 250kms from Narrandera, NSW

Woodcat, the coordinator of an international healing group sends an 
email to its members:

"Call for Help - M . . . , a truck driver from Melbourne VIC Australia 
currently en route to Brisbane Queensland 1500 kms away (900 miles) has 
problems in that .. ....................................    Your input 
is urgently requested."

During the next 24 hours eight healers in the USA and six others in Oz 
will read the email and act upon it. Settling back in his lounge chair 
the coordinator prepares to add his own 'input'; after shutting his eyes 
he visualises a dimlit room with a treatment table in the middle of it, 
populates the room with shadowy figures. In one 'corner' of the room he 
parks a miniature road freighter. With two arm gestures he generates a 
protective bubble of energy over, around and beneath the room.  All is 
ready.

"Great Spirit, I seek your assistance with this treatment, let your 
healing energy flow through me in the right measure to help Maurie 
overcome his problems."

On the open road just north of Narrandera a truck driver feels a 
tingling and smiles for the first time in days, knowing that out there 
'someone' is helping him.

roger