TheBanyanTree: Listening to the Stone - kinda long

[Roger Pye]

I was meeting with a friend the other day when she asked, out of the 
blue, whether I would teach her earth healing. In a sense I was taken 
aback because I knew she had just become attuned to level two reiki, her 
husband is a reiki master, and I had thought the two of them to be very 
keen on working with people. But no, she said quietly, she knew it 
wasn't time for her to treat people just yet, instead she felt the Earth 
calling, had been hearing the call for a long time and been seeking the 
right person to learn from.

I didn't know what to say, just sat there for a few moments looking at 
her lovely garden where every plant grows so beautifully. Finally I said 
"I'm nothing special, Mary. Why me?"

She smiled then looked solemn. "There's something about you that is very 
special, that's why. Perhaps it's something you don't know about yet."

Maybe, I thought, maybe not. "Anyway, I don't teach anyone anything - I 
just build a nest of information, a learning environment people take 
information from and teach themselves. I'd be happy to do that for you, 
I have 15 people around the world doing it already, if that would suit."

It seemed it would and we went on to talk of other things. Mary and her 
husband Tony are partners in their own factory making sportsdrink 
bottles and I had gone to their aid almost three years ago when their 
production line was disturbed by spirit energies. It was still an 
ongoing issue because some of the energies had proved to be members of a 
child-spirit gang who were still there in the factory but now with the 
knowledge of M and T and with their own spirit-teacher to care for them.

Soon it was almost time to go. As I got my things together a sheet of 
paper fell from my satchel and Mary picked it up. Smoothing it out she 
said "What's this? It looks interesting."

"It's a testimonial from one of my distant energy recipients. I asked 
for it because I'm applying to join a professional association and I 
need a few of them. You can read it if you like."

She sat there silently, her eyes moving down the page, from time to time 
peering at me over the top of it like she was seeing me in a different 
light. Almost reverently she handed the paper back. I said nothing, just 
put it in my bag. Very serious now she said "You don't like 
gratification, do you?"

I shook my head. "When I read the letter I felt embarrassed. Humble, if 
you like, because anyone could do what I do. I'm just an instrument, a 
member of a healing team which bears my name, a conduit from a persona I 
call the Great Spirit, that's all."

"No," she answered. "No, you're more than that, much more, and that's 
why I chose you for my teacher."

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A part of the letter:
The therapy prescribed by the doctors worked to kill the cancer, however 
it also destroyed Duane's larnyx. So for the next year we fought 
valiantly to keep his larnyx. In August 2004, we nearly lost him to a 
bout of aspiration pneumonia. His larnyx was no longer functioning and 
we made the decision for him to have a laryngectomy. We had a two month 
wait before the surgery; time to allow his lungs to heal and for him to 
get strong. Roger was with us every step of the way. He continued to 
send his healing energy to both of us. He taught us techniques of 
meditation and relaxation so that we might make it through a terrifying 
time. We knew from the doctors that the surgery and recovery would be 
much harder because Duane had received radiation therapy. We also truly 
believed in the healing energy that Roger sent on a regular basis. There 
were times when I swear that I could see the angels wrapping their arms 
around him. When the time came for the surgery on November 9, we were 
both more calm than we ever imagined we could be. The surgery that was 
scheduled to take 6 hours, instead took 3 1/2. The hospital stay that 
was planned at 10 days, instead was 4. We spent the time in the hospital 
learning to take care of Duane in his new life as a neckbreather with no 
way of communicating vocally. I learned to do the things that were 
medically necessary, but that I never in a million years dreamed that I 
could do. Upon returning home, we went to the doctor twice a week. They 
were absolutely astounded at Duane's rate of healing. A radiated head 
just does not heal. But with all of the healing energy that Roger sent 
to him, he was eating Thanksgiving dinner, speaking with his 
electrolarnyx and doing more than he had been capable of doing in a long 
time. Now just 18 months later, he has learned esophageal speech and 
speaks without mechanical aid, as well as most people who have vocal cords.

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My shaping and changing began to occur in 1995, long before I knew the 
internet existed. It was then I lost my memory for 24 hours and 
Something helped me to get home and bring it back. Some of the memories 
I didn't recognise and it is these which have led me to this point on my 
journey. TBT is a part of my journey too, the stories and the incredible 
experiences the Tree and the Spoon Cafe before it have heard make mine 
seem trivial, ordinary. I think that this is a good thing otherwise I 
would probably be impossible to live with.

I know how Crystal Heart feels because we are very close and have been 
for some years. I am proud to be his friend, and humble too.

roger






> Listening to the Stone

>  There was a sadness 
> in his eyes, and at the same time there was something else, 
> something I couldn't place.  He rubbed some of the red dust 
> from all around me between his fingers and smiled.  He 
> reached out and marked my face with the dust, and said, "You 
> have blood, or you wouldn't know these things."  With that he 
> stood up, and walked off.  I don't know if I will see him again 
> or not, but I hope he comes by as I sit and shape the stone and 
> wood, and listen.  
> 
> As I sit here, I can't help but wonder, was he really there, or 
> was he something from another place, another time.  All I 
> know is that I was shaped and changed as much as the stone.  
> 
> Russ Doden
> Crystal Heart
> April 2006  
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