I made this 17-minute meditation two years ago, on a visit to the seaside, between Covid lockdowns. I posted the video on YouTube, at that time, but here are the words that go with it. It is a meditation for healing and creating.
Calm and Focused
Sit in a comfortable position on a chair, with your back straight, or on the floor, with your legs crossed. Make sure that your spine is straight, but keep your body free of tension as much as possible. Place your hands on your knees or thighs, and turn your palms upwards. If you would like to, you can touch your thumb and index finger to make a circle. Relax. Relax. Close your eyes, if they’re not already closed. Settle your whole system. Breathing in. Breathing out. Breathing in. Breathing out. Try to become conscious of your breath in a calm and focused way. Breathe at your own pace; whatever feels comfortable and natural for your body, that is perfectly fine.
This is a 22-minute meditation for helping to heal injury and pain. Both video and transcript of meditation are included.
Obviously, when it comes to injuries, people need to do whatever is physically appropriate for them. However, what we’re doing in this meditation is looking at the mental, emotional, and spiritual domains as they are extremely powerful. Further, more often than not, the physical is simply living out and demonstrating what is in those other domains.
The first thing we must do in a meditation is to help our body to relax and our mind to settle. In order to do this, it’s very important to put aside some time and to make sure that you will be alone and not disturbed. Healing meditations bring up a lot of mental refuse within our system. If you are worried about people coming into the room or other people’s needs which you need to attend to, then you won’t allow things to come up as you will not have the space to deal with them. If they don’t come up, they can’t heal.
Not many people ask for personal information about your body so outrightly. Your chiropractor does. Gary called Maliyan by the name she had always used before moving to Nanima and changing to the Aboriginal one. She wasn’t Aboriginal, but she was Australian. As she considered the indigenous people part of her country’s fibre, she felt they were also part of her. She was pretty sure they didn’t feel like that about her, but what we think about ourselves is really the deciding factor.
“Long drive from Oxley,” said Gary. “You didn’t do the five-hour trip this morning?”
Oxley was the English (and commonly used) name of Nanima. It was far enough away from the city to be inaccessible to day-trippers. It meant that the bulk of the people in the sticks were committed to country life.
“No, I came yesterday,” said Maliyan. “Going back after here. I have a question for you.”
Here is the beginning of my children’s book, The Dividing Line, for the young and their young-at-heart old folk.
I have not written for young people before and so we begin two journeys. One is a journey into The Dividing Line and the other is a journey into writing children’s fiction. I hope we all survive both ventures. The Dividing Line is an imaginary tale. I say it is imaginary but, perhaps, other-worldly is more accurate. People call other-worldly places “imaginary” because they think the place is only in someone’s mind. So is life. In our mind. However, so as to not blur the line of sanity and different ways of seeing, I will concede to imaginary—for the time being, that is.
Happy new year, 2022. May you make the most of this year. Here is the beginning of a new story to start the year!
This is not a white story, or a black one.It’s a Spirit story. Nanima
Chapter 1: Nanima
Nanima lay in a pretty-as-a-picture valley at the joining point of two living, breathing rivers. The small country town had an English name, but Nanima was its ancient-as-the-rivers Aboriginal one.
When discovering it, English explorer, Oxley, said of Nanima, “It is beautifully picturesque.”
Of course, he didn’t really discover it. Even before the local people knew it, the valley and rivers knew themselves. The idea of discovery and consequent possession is used by those with neither the intelligence nor sensitivity to see the value in lives other than their own. Anyway, the Aboriginal people had a different sense of ownership. There is no need to possess anything when there is access to everything. It is only when someone says that your mother belongs to them that there is a problem. For more than fifty thousand years, there wasn’t a problem. For the last two hundred, there was.
Somewhere along the way, there develops within the soul a yearning that can no longer be ignored; a craving for the great Love affair. We feel it drawing ever closer. It is the greatest of them all. It cannot fail. It is all-consuming. It is incomparable. It is the love affair with our own true nature and the source from which it comes. The desire is in all of us but, more often than not, it is ignored for other interests. We wrestle with each interest, trying to make it work, growing with each adventure until the light has grown bright enough for us to reach for it.
Charismatics and Pentecostals generally place their hands on the person’s shoulders. If we add to that the Eastern knowledge of chakras, it becomes a small step for the healer to place the hands directly on the body’s various energy centres, as in Reiki. It goes without saying that the healer must have the capacity to heal or, more precisely, the capacity to let the healing channel flow through them. Otherwise, to the client, it can feel like an invasion of personal boundaries or like nothing.
Before being a full-time author, I had a private practice as a spiritual healer and counsellor, for about ten years, in which I practised, among other things, hands-on healing. Healing is partly a selfish career, as the path must always be. I wanted to learn how to be completely healthy and happy myself. Of course, I also wanted to share what I hopefully found with a world which seemed deeply in need of it. Healer and author, John Hargreaves, who was a spiritual teacher of mine, at that stage, was particularly supportive of me starting a practice as a healer. He said,
I first learned hands-on-healing when I was twenty and belonged to a Catholic Charismatic Community. It was one of my favourite things to do. I never doubted its authenticity because, to me, it seemed obviously real and beneficial.
I remember attending a community conference in a different state. At that stage, I didn’t have any money and was gifted the conference and flight tickets which I was thrilled about. The conference was a large, enthusiastic gathering with many hundreds of young adults fired up with spiritual energy.