Who's to Say?

Sept Iles, Quebec 1974

There are so many variations on the theme of paranormal ability that how we describe and understand ourselves is entirely individual. For example, I experience a telepathic rapport with many life forms…from people to the plant, animal, bird, sea creature and trees to name a few. These messages or mirrors are held up for me to observe aspects of creation through. If I remember, and choose to, I can see how those parts of myself are a reflection of my place in the universe at any given moment.

I am a healer. Through that aspect of self I have been drawn to the greenhouse without consciously realizing that it is the calls of distress of a dragonfly, butterfly, or hummingbird that is summoning me. However, when that is the energy, I find myself able to calm the creature in distress by my willingness to help. That willingness often convinces the creature to cooperate in what would otherwise be unusual contact between human and butterfly.

A healing energy manifests as empathy with the life form broadcasting a need. There is a vibratory match or resonance between the healer and healed. When I am meant to heal whether an individual or situation, I can. There isn’t a question of how, the feelings of simply being the answer is equal to the task at hand. It also isn’t necessary that the consciousness of a human involved in a healing realizes that a healing is in progress, although if they do, the added energy can be incredible as long as there is no fear.

Through years of paranormal experiences, one constant aspect of those experiences has been heightened awareness on so many levels that my human voice of knowledge or ego centered self is overwhelmed and goes silent. The voice of knowledge and it’s limiting belief systems recognizes higher awareness with silence. Feats of incredible strength for example are possible in extreme circumstances because otherwise firmly held beliefs about strength are momentarily suspended. Those moments always seem like forever for such is the nature of the power of here and now.

I have seen people in shock from serious physical injury through traumatic emotional situations as also having let go of their voice of knowledge by stepping so far outside the former bounds of possibility. I feel a sense of responsibility to respond as a healer to some of these types of circumstances. My energy automatically joins with that of the injured party and I am connected to the “big” picture consciousness. I know, see, hear and feel whatever the situation requires.

Personal experience has taught me that a sense of responsibility is the requirement for tapping into these otherwise unavailable paranormal abilities.



One occasion stands out in my memory. I was twenty one. It was a bitter cold winter night in Sept Isles, Quebec. It wasn’t easy to wake me from the deep 4:00 am sleep I was in. It took a while to register that the knocking at my door and had been going on for some time, and loudly.

When finally I opened the door it was to a face I barely recognized. He had never been here before. Not only was this a man I hardly knew, there was a ghastly pall on him that was palpable. Without question I led him in to sit at the kitchen table. I asked what was wrong as I started making tea.

He had come to my place, he said, because he knew that like him, English was my first language. He had come because he needed to tell somebody what had happened as he had walked home from the bar that night. He felt out of his mind. He needed somebody to listen.

He had seen the figure in the middle of the next intersection as he walked toward it. The shape didn’t belong there it looked like a human kneeling in prayer in the middle of the intersection. He started to hurry toward the now seemingly female shape not believing for a second what his eyes were seeing.

Light reflecting off the snow threw a spotlight across a young female kneeling with one foot sideways to her body, the other foot sideways the other way. He could see the vapour of her breathe in the freezing air and knew as he knelt down in front of her that she was alive and slowly freezing to death. He wrapped himself around her, she said thank you.

She had been hit by a car what seemed forever ago. He was the first person to come along. She knew her legs were broken, she knew she couldn’t fall over or she’d freeze to death faster. She said these things, and as he held her and listened, he absorbed her incredible calm. He held up her body and she held up his spirit. They told each other things neither had spoken of before. She knew he was an angel, he was learning.

Eventually, someone else came and a phone call was made. The inevitable ambulance came and the attendants assessed the situation. Through it all they held each other as one beating heart that could never be separated. When they had to let go, she was already pulling away from him via the pain medication they’d administered before moving her. As the ambulance pulled away leaving him in the middle of the intersection alone, he went into shock.

The man who told this story in the middle of the night spoke non stop until well after daylight. It took more hours to retell than it had taken to experience. He didn’t want to talk, he only wanted to tell. He left as abruptly as he came. Later I looked for him and went to see him. He wouldn’t talk. He was a different person.

Over the thirty something intervening years the story has returned over and over again to remind me of something I learned that evening. I couldn’t remember what I’d learned on a regular basis though. It was as if the whole experience was outside of time.

I learned that I had attracted that experience to myself. I learned that, in that moment, I was the only person who could listen as he needed someone to listen. I learned that time is suspended during these events. I learned I could heal through an empathic connection. Over many years I repeatedly put myself in situations where I had to pull the rabbit out of my hat for emotionally injured souls.