Peter Lalor

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May 11, 2005

Sessions: Hollingworth and Ariadne

Shortly before I was diagnosed as having a brain tumour and was still operating—such as I was able to operate—under the diagnosis of herpetic encephalitis, I had some lymphatic fluid removed (from my back) and sent to my mum, who was working with a local doctor who could make—or have made—a homeopathic treatment that was intended to help in my healing. By the time the homeopathic spray arrived I had received the revised diagnosis of a brain tumour. Notwithstanding this, I was advised to use the spray anyway but did not feel drawn to it at all. At the time, Jennifer felt similarly but sought David Hollingworth’s opinion of it, which was that it would “be like setting off a bomb�. During my mum’s recent family constellation retreat, Monica, the woman running it, commented that it had been a very good thing that I had not used that spray. Far too strong. She made a cluster medicine spray intended to rebuild neural pathways and control neural activity, along with generally healing the brain and reducing seizures. Another effect was said to be assisting radiation in doing its job well. This recently arrived and I felt immediately drawn to it. We decided to run it by Hollingworth on a recent visit to him. He felt that Monica had put a lot of positive intention and prayer into it and that it was good. He suggested doing it once a day, while my mum’s suggestion was to try for hourly, or even every fifteen minutes. I compromise by doing what I feel to, which is to take it whenever I think of it.

I told David of various recent strong events. He found them all extremely interesting, but with the purpose of our sessions being to focus on health, some of them were merely a distraction. Jennifer’s notes on his comments on my experience after my mother’s family constellation retreat are as follows: Simply let her do her thing; some may be relevant but a lot may not be. The experiences are powerful, so I have to be careful and cautious with taking it on. Remember that her path is her path. The power of her experiences can take a toll on me and do have some effect so take care.

Well, given that I soon found myself with a vision of being in a vintage combat aircraft with pain in my chest, perhaps he knoweth of that of which he speaks.

He was very excited about the Tibetan pill that I received from Joseph a week ago, commenting that it was good, really powerful medicine from a place of wisdom that is deep and to my advantage, and that the pills contain their creator’s joyous presence and so will contain whatever he is doing now, even though they were made more than fifteen years ago—“pretty amazing�. He wanted to me to ask Jacob if he can save another for me in case I need it in future, but I find myself highly unwilling to do that. Joseph knew to give it to me and did so. Right now, I can only trust that if it is right for me to have another he will do so, as frightening as this may be for me. And anyway, I haven’t even taken it yet due to all the side effects of having my blood removed!

David felt that the dendritic cell vaccine trial was still worth doing—good thing, given the ten percent of blood it cost me! He wants me to start radiation two weeks after starting the dendritic cell vaccine, as we will then know what strength radiation would be needed, and for how long. He was hoping that between the dendritic cell vaccine and the Tibetan pill that I may be able to get off the problematic anti-seizure medication, although he was unsure when. He felt that an “electronic block� around the tumour caused by the tumour itself and by the surgery was what was creating the seizures and that the block had not yet shifted. He feels that once this block is un-jammed—which he is sure can happen—that I would no longer need anti-seizure medication.

He finished by commenting that fresh air is important to me—good thing we live in Byron—and that I have sensitivity around the brain and so I need less radiation intensity in general. “Peter is not the average Aussie bloke.� Too right, mate.

Not long ago after one of my sessions with the Aboriginal healer, Gerry, he told us that a very good shamanistic healer—“one of the best in the world�, I think he said—would be arriving soon and did I want a session? Yes. Yesterday morning was the appointment, perhaps her first since arriving Down Under and getting over jetlag a bit. Jennifer and I dropped Chloe and Dylan off first thing in the morning at a place where they have day-care once a week and, naturally late already after trying to get the kids sorted out, we quickly raced down to Gerry’s house where we met the healer, Ariadne Green. She was alone in the house, Gerry and his wife being out. She and I started off being goofy with each other right at the front door, very pleasantly. She said that she wanted Jennifer to sit outside around a fireplace while she started with me and that she would bring Jennifer in later. She kept alluding to things that she had learned about me while talking to her American Indian spirit guide about me before I arrived. She and I went into Jerry’s room in which I have all my sessions with him. It’s full of all manner of crystals and tools, and we joked about its maleness and its Jerry-ness, with her patting a little handbag and saying that she had everything she needed in it. I lay down and then began to fret that I wouldn’t be able to remember things adequately without Jennifer present and taking notes, as she does so well. Ariadne was clear that I was to be alone and that she’d repeat anything necessary to Jennifer later.

Ariadne began, referring to God in female form. I liked that. Throughout the session she did quite a bit of singing in another language—Hawaiian?—and having me repeat things after her. She said that one of the entities with whom she works —who I think is/was perhaps a Lakota Indian—shared a past life with me and that he and I were good friends. She said that she and I had also shared a life together, as priests. She also told me that she had been jealous of me because of my closeness to God. She later asked for my forgiveness of her for this and I forgave her easily and sincerely. She explained that those present were Jesus Christ, Mary Magdalene, the Lakota Indian and another whose name I don’t recall. She had me close my eyes and tell her what I saw. I struggled to remain focussed and present. I saw two colours and with great difficulty named them (names + my tumour = difficult). She was pleased by that, saying that I had not one, but two animal guides present to help me. She then asked me to tell her what I was seeing. After struggling briefly I began to see something involving my father (I think; I can’t even recall what it was, only that it was something that had previously been brought to my attention) that made me begin to cry. She said that that was something else and explained to me what happened: When I was six I saw my father kill my mother but did not understand that it was a past life event and so I did not trust my father for two years. She said that this was the root cause of the tumour and that had I also suppressed my very strong ability to See. She then had me state my purpose in life. Immediately, I said, “To assist others� (again, I am not certain that this is exactly what I said but it is close). She was immensely pleased by this purpose. She asked Jesus to remove the tumour, and then pronounced me completely healed.

She then had Jennifer come into the room, and explained to her what had transpired and that Jesus had cured me by removing some very fine tumour strands. We told her that I was scheduled to start radiation in the next couple of weeks and she told us to get a PET scan first to prove to ourselves that the tumour was gone. We explained that I was already to get an MRI prior to starting the dendritic cell vaccine trial. She went silent for a minute and seemed to be communicating with someone unseen. She then reiterated that a PET scan was necessary. She also stated that radiation treatment was unnecessary but that I will live either way, as I have important things to do.

She then said that she needed to do a session on Jennifer right then. We protested that we had to go and pick up our son Dylan very soon, as his coughing had awoken all the other children the week before. She said that she could do a quick version and started. I was present throughout. I cannot recall many details, but I recall that she reiterated to Jennifer that my life had an important mission and that she was to support me in it. On our ride home Jennifer told me that her time outside at the fireplace had been very powerful and that her entire family had appeared to her and that she had shed many tears. I had cried a lot throughout my session, which is always a great pleasure in itself as my ability to cry has been suppressed by medication for so long now. When we got home I was energetic all afternoon and quite wired that evening. Dylan was extremely wired at length that evening and both Jennifer and I felt that it was due to our earlier sessions. She and I stayed up talking quite late, so its something of a miracle that I managed to write and post yesterday’s journal entry. We both feel that Jennifer can now show her full power to me, something she admitted not doing previously in case she frightened me. I have come to learn of Jennifer’s power and abilities and I am not afraid of my beloved partner.

The age—six—that Ariadne had stated as the time of the root cause of my tumour is half the age of the events that Irene Newmark’s told me of earlier. I have no memory of seeing the past-life event now or of my memory of it as a child. If I recall correctly, Roger was my father in that event also. I think that perhaps I had the same mum too.

We will have to look into the possibility of my getting a PET scan. On the one hand I feel that an MRI adequately shows my remaining tumour. On the other hand, in for a penny in for a pound; she clearly specifically asked that question and received the response that PET was necessary. If I am to trust the session at all I should trust that too.

This morning I was fretting at one point about what I would do next if I were in fact healed. I then remembered that Ariadne had explained that Jesus had healed me; therefore, pray to him daily. I did so immediately, asking what to do if I were healed. The answer was immediate: Write the book. I had to laugh it was so obvious, as did Jennifer when I told her. Of course I am to write the book. This book.

Posted by Peter at May 11, 2005 12:40 AM

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