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awareness back to the present. Her moaning bothered me greatly. I wondered if the return of her pain was related to my fretting.
I didn't open my eyes or otherwise move. Instead, I put myself back into a meditative healing consciousness and psychically reconnected with the patient. It was difficult to disassociate from her cries of pain, and go within myself to the peaceful mental state of healing. But I tuned her out, and felt my facial muscles relax. I saw the familiar light in my mind's eye. It felt good. The young woman stopped moaning.
I wasn't sure if her silence was related to my changed mental state or not. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe she had fallen asleep. I decided to experiment. I stayed perfectly still, and began to think about how late it was getting. I noticed how hungry I felt. Thirsty, too. And tired. Gee, it's really stuffy in here, I thought. Some hot tea would taste good right now. What else would I like to eat?
My dialogue with myself was interrupted by the young woman's moaning. Was I imagining this? Could her pain really respond to my mental state? I immediately readjusted my mental state, back to where I was unaware of any bodily sensations or concerns about time. The groans stopped. I was convinced. And amazed.
Sometime later, the girl began moaning again, and I realized that I was very hungry and had been thinking again about dinner. I opened my eyes, and noticed it was getting dark. It was time for me to go home and resume my role as a mom. I stood up, and made eye contact with the girl's father, who had begun to attempt to comfort his daughter with verbal assurances that he was with her.
I was able very quickly to train the young woman's father to do healing on his daughter. He was so motivated to help her that he was willing to suspend his normal belief system, which recognized neither the efficacy of spiritual healing, nor the possibility that he might be able to do it. His willingness to try something under duress, that he ordinarily would never have considered, reminded me of my introduction to spiritual healing many years earlier in the Philippines.
The girl's father held the palms of his hands close to the bedclothes

 
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