Peter Lalor

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May 29, 2005

Precious Jewel, healing follow-up & Star Wars

On Saturday morning, Jennifer called Gerry Bostock's house to tell Ariadne that the PET scan had shown me to be tumour-free, but she was told that Ariadne had returned to Hawaii on Thursday—the day after I had the scan but the day before we received the result. Jennifer booked me a session with Jerry for Tuesday.

On Sunday night I was up until about 10:30 writing and sending an email to friends and family, updating them on the events with Ariadne. Six hours later I was up again, as it was the very early morning before full moon and therefore the time to take the Tibetan Precious Jewel Pill before the sunlight. We've made a shrine next to the meal table that contains everything that has meaning for us on this journey: images, stones, candles… I had put the Precious Jewel Pill, left wrapped against light, on the shrine until I needed it. When I came out of the bedroom in the night and went to the shrine, I couldn't find the pill. I looked all over—and even under—the table unable to find it. It was the wee hours, I had only just woken up, and I was wondering if Dylan had found it and chucked it somewhere. Suddenly, I saw it on the table. Phew.

One of the instructions for taking the pill was to not expose it to light, by taking it in a room without a window. Without a window? The isn't a room in the house without a window. Jennifer and I had talked about it and she had come up with one of the bathrooms, which had thick window shade. So I went in there and closed them, then sat and internally expressed my Intent for taking the pill. As I felt that the session with Ariadne had in fact healed me of the tumour, but has obviously left damage from the tumour cells, surgery, medications, my Intent was as much about repairing damage as in overall physical and energetic healing.

The instructions also say to put the pill in the mouth and leave it there until it becomes soft enough to chew if it not so already, then to rinse the mouth with warm water. As my pill was some sixteen years old, it was hard—and didn't get softer in several minutes. I began putting warm water in my mouth and carefully swallowing the water without swallowing the pill. It did become soft after doing this a few times, and I was able to chew and swallow the pill.

I then went back to bed, but only dozed. In the morning Jennifer told me that she had spent the time I was doing this in praying, and that she also only dozed afterwards. It was then time to start by checking in with everyone we could; David Hollingworth, Irene Newmark, and Dr. Mirakian the radiation oncologist, as I was still scheduled to start radiation on Wednesday.

On Mondays, Dylan and Chloe have family day-care together. As this is the only day of the week that Dylan goes too, Monday is the only day that we have been able to focus on things together during the day. While Jennifer was taking them there, David Hollingworth returned her call and asked "What's up?". Busting, I told him nothing but that we wanted to see him. The soonest available was the next day. When Jennifer returned I told her that he had called and that I hadn't told him anything. I told her that if she needed to she could call him, busting as I was to tell him everything immediately. But it was obviously worth seeing him in person for, so I cooled my jets.

That evening we received a call from Dr. Mirakian. Essentially, we told him that my PET scan had looked so good that Dr. Laherty had felt that as I would be getting MRI scans every two weeks that we might consider wait for two months before doing radiation. Predictably, Dr. Mirakian didn't like the whole sound of it, saying that he'd hate to have me come back in dire shape in two months. He also didn't know Dr. Mirakian from Adam, and so didn't know whether we should trust him. We told him that we'd think it over carefully, and he said he'd skip the present week for starting radiation. She and I both still felt that I no longer need radiation.

On Tuesday morning I had an appointment with Gerry, the Aboriginal healer. On seeing me, he again hugged me and then looked at my facial hair and accurately observed that it needed some help. I've never before grown a beard, and although it was coming in more completely than ever it was still mainly attracted to my neck. Oh well. Jennifer and I told him that I had decided not to get radiation treatment, and, just as he did when we told him that we would he gave no response. I have the sense that he considers everyone's journey to be their own and such decisions are therefore not for him to interfere with or comment on. I got on his table and he performed his usual initial checks of my status by resting hands on various parts of my body, including my head. He was very happy about my brain, and seemed happy about my overall health and so focussed on general healing and energy levels, as I am usually very tired as if my body is very busy.

My eyesight has become progressively worse since my late teens from a profession (relationship?) with computers, and I had grown to need progressively stronger correction. Jerry had mentioned in an earlier session that he had fixed a relative's eyesight. I wear contact lenses, and knowing that he couldn't work on my eyesight while I have lenses on I had brought a contact lens case and cleaning solution so that I could remove them. I told him that, and asked him if he could also work on my eyesight, but that it was secondary to anything else if there wasn't time. He said that there was always time for everything—or something like that. After working on my head for so long that I thought he may have forgotten, he said it was time for the eyes, so I removed my contact lenses. He began working on my eyes, focussing primarily on my right eye. As usual, he primarily used crystals, a laser, and—I would say—energy via his hands. After he was done he asked how it was, then suddenly observed that I couldn't really tell without something to look at. He got me a CD to look at the cover of. I found that I could read it perhaps somewhat more clearly than usual, but I wasn't entirely sure. I also found that vision in both eyes appeared to be the equal.

During the session, he occasionally showed Jennifer particular crystals and stones. He showed her some little electronic thing and as she looked at it smoke began to come from it and he had to unplug it. She seemed to manage to drop more than one crystal too. At the end of my session he told her to hang on a moment, grabbed her arms and flung energy out of her, commenting that something about it needing doing right then. We all laughed. I feel that Gerry has perhaps begun to really trust us, as he keeps lending us various crystals and stones that have healing properties and explaining to Jennifer how they are to be used on me. On this visit he lent us two quite large crystals to be placed on either side of my head daily. (To my frustration, five days have now passed and we have failed to do it even once.)

That was the end of the session, and I found that he had spent a half-hour working just on my eyesight, making the visit my longest yet, at two hours. He does not seem to consider such things as far as the cost goes; you come, you tell him what you need addressed (and he also tells you what he finds), he addresses it. As I was leaving he suggested that I have him work more on my eyesight. I would like that.

Jennifer and I drove into the nearby town of Bangalow for lunch and I replaced my contact lenses. Within an hour we were fed and with David Hollingworth. I began immediately by telling him the story of my session with Ariadne, the instruction to get a PET scan, and the neurosurgeon's reading of it. TWO WAYS LOOKING There was a nerve-racking pause for several seconds, then he confirmed it: The tumour is gone, with two ways of looking at it: 1) Trust the energy of Christ consciousness and go with it, and 2) Take it at face value from the PET scan's evidence. Jennifer interjected the difference between the MRI and PET scans. He said that it was not energetically present the way it was the last time I had seen him (10 May journal), and that he thought "It is gone… really gone." He said on my last visit he had felt that it was diminishing and very probably to completely heal—both of which I felt myself, although I didn't know how.

I then told him of the dendritic cell vaccine trial. I explained that I had been surprisingly happy to see the container of my removed cells, that I would get MRIs biweekly, and that I felt that there was something for Dr. Laherty in it all too. He said it was fine to do but not necessary, and that I could take a leap of faith. He then said that the radiation treatment, which he had previously felt crude but helpful in my case, "Seems to have gone off the radar" and was not necessary. He suggested doing "nothing right now" except the trial if—and only if—I wanted to. He expressed concern at my having so many and frequent MRIs, as they were "interrupting brain waves and cerebral-spinal fluid", et-cetera. I told him that I felt that I could handle it without damage, and that at any rate I felt that he could help with them as needed.

Feeling that we had covered the bulk of the tumour healing, I then told him I'd taken the precious jewel pill. He started looking off into space and saying "Wow… wow! Oh, wow! Amazing!", apparently knowing exactly what it was doing, as I have come to feel that he is utterly capable of. He then said that it was "really going off inside you" and "reaching into every aspect of your being" and was "very powerful". He further said that it "Seems to have a purifying effect, purifying all layers of the aura and all systems of the body and the being", "taking away debris with it", "like a pyrotechnic fountain going off from down in the belly and moving up". It does sound amazing—and amazingly good—to me!

We then told him that I still have seizures. He said that I need the largest injection of vitamin B6 I can get, as in addition to helping with the seizures it would help restore my ability to recall names and nouns and also set up some resilience and resistance to not only my anti-seizure medication but "Break some connection with the past; past treatment and syndrome with seizures and drugs". He explained that he was not saying that B6 would end the seizures but would begin to break up patterns, and that I still have scar tissue…

[Funnily enough, I had another seizure—my second today—as I wrote that and stopped writing this journal entry for a few hours.]

…and short-circuiting of brain waves. He said that vitamin B6 will help start the process, that the remedy would go directly into the crater, softening scar tissue, thereby keeping it from solidifying. He explained that this was why he worried about the MRIs, and that we need to work on this by focussing healing on it next.

In closing, he told me that it would be good to get exercise; long walks, sunlight, fresh air… and to just ENJOY! As we were leaving, he thanked us and expressed his gratitude for what he had learned in this process of helping us in my (not to mention Jennifer's) journey.

That night was full moon. In the evening I went outside to get more fire wood, as it is almost "winter" in Byron shire, and while days throughout the year are usually very warm—at least—nights get cold in winter. It was absolutely beautiful. There was a ring of light around the full moon behind small moving clouds. As usual, there were ducks feeding on our grass, utterly unafraid of me. I stood and just enjoyed for a few minutes.

On Thursday morning my lifelong friend Sanjay and I had a long telephone conversation and ended up talking about the final Star Wars movie, which was recently released and now showing. (Gerry had told me that he had gone to the opening midnight showing and found it full and so happily waited for the next one a couple hours later.) Sanjay and I found that the first showing was just after midday, and along with our partners Helen and Jennifer we went and saw it. While we all found it to be very good, Jennifer and I were emotionally pretty wrecked afterwards. We realised that we're just too fragile right now for something so intense. As we drove home Jennifer told me that Gerry had explained a simple method of releasing unwanted energy: imagine a swirling horizontal vortex in front of your stomach and exhale unwanted energy into it. She and I both did so on the drive home and did feel somewhat better for it, but I at least was a bit of a wreck for the remainder of the day.

I have begun to be able to recall my dreams again, at least to some extent. This is a great pleasure after so many months unable to recall any dreams at all. One night recently I dreamed of finding reason and reason that I am healed. That is all I can recall of the dream, and it will more than do.

Ever since having ten percent of my blood removed for the dendritic cell vaccine I had again had frequent seizures, sometimes a few a day. As I had had another few vials removed on Friday I was continuing to seizure quite frequently, at least daily. Occasionally the seizures are extremely tiring. My seizures briefly cause me to feel fear and doubt. Having had quite a bit of experience with seizures in recent months, I feel that this is due to affected areas being near the emotional centre of the brain. I would not be surprised if the seizures are also due to healing, given both Ariadne and also the cluster medicine spray made by Monica (10 May journal).

Jennifer had spent the week trying to get hold of a local doctor that we felt would be willing to prescribe the Vitamin B injection, but was unable to. We also tried to contact Dr. Mirakian to tell him I would not be doing radiation therapy—a task we loathed—but were unable to get hold of him either.

Posted by Peter at May 29, 2005 11:05 PM

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