Imagery

There have been many studies that indicate meditation and imagery can play an important part in the healing process. We can send our body live messages or we can easily send our body die messages. This account is about an imagery session given to me in a most unusual place.

One Friday evening it was decided my friends and I were to go see Lynyrd Skynyrd. The band was not playing in a concert; rather in a country and western club (a honkytonk dance hall) called Jitterbugs. Not sure exactly why Lynyrd Skynyrd was at a country and western club as they sounded more rock-n-roll to me.

Before entering the club, I was concerned. There would be a lot of people to navigate around and I felt less sure-footed than usual. In addition, there was the coping aspect. Sometimes when I see people walking around I feel envious; now, I was going to watch people dance. How would a herd of dancing people make me feel? In StarTrek vernacular “Scotty, coping shields up!”. As we entered the club, my friends and family (Mike, Carla, Olen, Lewie, Jan and, of course, Audrey) protected me better than Michael Jackson’s bodyguards protect him in a crowd. After a little navigation, I was in a comfortable place where I could stand up next to a bar or sit down in a chair. Mike and Carla stood directly behind the chair all evening to ensure I did not fall down when I sat down and to guard the chair from being taken when I stood up. Lewie secured a bottle of water for me; I did not miss or grieve over not having a beer. I was high on life. What great friends I have. We watched people dance to the sound system and then to the warm up band. Soon I was happy because the huge dance hall was packed with people having fun. Their happiness and good time swept over me. I felt happy and good as well. I felt proud of my courage and coping skills, then I spotted on the other side of the club an expert in courage and coping, a young man in a wheel chair. I felt we were comrades.

A very beautiful young lady stood next to me smoking a cigarette. She was at the peak of her prime. I wished that I could arrange for her to spend a few days in Andrew’s (lung cancer) body as he took and dealt with the side effects of chemotherapy. I am sure she had no idea of the suffering she was casually risking.

Finally, Lynyrd Skynyrd came to the stage and began to play. After a few notes, I began to envision each note entering my body and killing a cancer cell. Next I saw myself on the dance floor, I was alone. I had no paralysis and I was dancing like I had never danced before. The notes continued to enter my body and kill cancer cells. Next, the guy in the wheelchair joins me. He no longer needs his wheelchair. Suddenly in my image, other sick people I know or I have spoke with began to join us on the dance floor. Andrew is there, as is Randy, Gail, Susan, Matt, Gerald, Larry, and the list goes on. We are all dancing. The notes are killing cancer cells and healing our bodies. A blue mist rises above us. It is the sickness and cancer leaving our bodies.

During my image, Carla shouts in my ear (the music is very loud). She points out the band has changed a lyric in the song they just sang. She wants to know if I noticed. The song was not a Lynyrd Skynyrd song, so we speculate they may have changed the wording to circumvent copyright issues. I have no idea. I don’t even know the name of the tune we are talking about. Carla supplies details and says instead of saying “We are cowboys” the band substituted ‘We are priests”.

Remember, I am only a guide, I am not the teacher.

With warm regards, Morris