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girl had multiple injuries resulting from a car accident, including a broken pelvis and back. Her doctor refused to prescribe more pain medication, even though she had been crying out with pain for hours. Her parents were frantic; the girl continuously pleaded with them and the nurses to help her.
I began administering nonstop treatment to the girl. She was apparently unaware of my presence in the hospital room, but her expressions of pain responded to my state of mind nonetheless, and she never cried out as long as I did my healing treatment with her. Finally she seemed to drift off to sleep, so I encouraged her parents to take a break. They had been up all night, so I encouraged them to try to take a nap as well.
I believed I needed to hold my hands near to the girl's body for the anesthetic effect to occur. My back was very uncomfortable, however, because I had been bending over the patient at an awkward angle for many hours. I gradually began to straighten my back and let my arms relax and fall to my sides. As I inched away from the patient, and slowly backed up in order to flex my muscles, I discovered that the effectiveness of my interaction was not at all diminished. To my amazement, I found that I didn't need to use my hands, or even stand near the patient, for her comfort to be maintained. I could back away as far as the wall, and lean against it and still maintain the healing state of consciousness.
I think of this state as being one in which my brain waves are in some way synchronized with those of the patient. The healing interaction in which the patient and I participate feels like some sort of merged consciousness. That day I slowly began to relax my legs, bend my knees, and slide my back down the wall. I soon discovered that I could sit on the cool hospital floor, and support my back against the wall at least twelve feet from the patient's bed, and still not interrupt the healing connection. I entered a state of reverie, lost all track of time, and mentally "floated" away.
My mind began to wander from the healing state after awhile. I began to worry about the time, what I would cook for my daughter's dinner, and if I had enough gas in the car to go grocery shopping on the way home without refueling. Just then, the injured girl on the other side of the hospital room began to moan! Her plaintive groans startled me, and brought my

 
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