It was over the next 24 months that we learned just how bad that medication had been to her eyesight. She went completely blind. Her hearing remained fine (better than fine!). Her fur remained dry, but it remained.
Now. I had some things to figure out. First, what did I do with my hands and how do I do it again? Second, how do I repair her eyesight? Third, what is the root cause of her tummy problems, fur problems, and general ill-health?
My first question was the burning question in my mind. What did I do with my hands and how do I do it again? It seemed to me that, if I could duplicate those feelings and mind-set, I could repair the eyesight and the tummy problems and the fur problems and the general ill-health problems. With hands that could help Molly feel better in three days or less (and that tummy problem never came back, by the way), I should be able to repair ANYTHING.
I still think I can repair anything.
I discovered, (thank you internet!) that what I was doing instinctively with my hands is called by many names. Names like Reiki, Quantum Touch, Qi Gong, Pranic Healing, Light Working, Energy Working, Hands on Healing, and the very auspicious Channeling God. It was something I had never even let myself dream of doing. It makes sense, now that I've been doing it for several years, that it would just automatically come to me during that time with Molly. My little Molly holds a piece of my soul that shapes things in my life. I choose to do things based on what I think Molly would think of them. I'm sure you've read the little plaque in stores that reads something like, “Please help me to be the person my Dog thinks I am.” Well, I take that into consideration. I really *try* to be that person.
I recalled being able to “hear” the thoughts of animals when I was young, but being in a particular religion ruined it for me as I grew up. I felt I had to shut it down so I could be “accepted” and no longer be “ostracized.” That was the worst mistake I ever made. I take solace only in the fact that I was a child and didn't understand the repercussions of giving up my ground. If someone tries to ostracize me now, I *do* stand up for what I believe and feel and hear and see. NO ONE will take it away from me ever again. I figured that the first place I needed to start was to relearn what I had forgotten - how to listen to animals. How to “hear” telepathically. I found a wonderful teacher,
Morgine Jurdan
, who swiftly reawakened my memories. You know how strongly I feel about this ability and keeping it…
So, in keeping with trying to be the person my Molly thinks I am, I signed up for a class in Quantum Touch. It was close, it was the first one offered, and it also seemed to be the most swift at delivering success. I was quite pleased with the class after I'd taken it and decided to use it to help Molly's eyesight. To my horror, it got worse! I figured that either I wasn't doing the Quantum Touch right or I just wasn't powerful enough. So, I learned another.
It happened to be Reiki - Usui Reiki. There are three levels of Reiki and I took all three to become the strongest I could, to help Molly get her sight back. To help her with her fur, to help her just feel better. It worked for her eyesight and the other things I was focused on, but then they'd all gradually fall back to our starting point. I was so glad to discover that at least we weren't going backwards! I combined the two modalities together and got better results, with the rate at which we retreated back to start taking longer. Again, I assumed I wasn't strong enough. So, I learned another.
This time, I learned Pranic Healing. Unlike the other two, Pranic Healing first cleanses the area that you're working on. I liked this idea, but was warned that if I didn't do it correctly, I could find myself taking on part of Molly's dis-ease. Even if I did it wrong, though, I still won, because Molly would feel better! I learned it, I practiced it, I worked on Molly. I never did take on any of the blindness, and the rate that we fell back to start was also extending as I combined the three modalities I had in my “arsenal.”
