While the world seems to be spinning and rewinding on itself for its newest evolution, what we experienced last week in the Pacific Northwest was nothing short of a new layer of learning. I continue to trust this work we do together opening our hearts to more than we ever thought possible – quite literally!
At the JDH Circle in Longview, WA Peggy shared that after our two private sessions in the Pacific Northwest she got a new heart! All her life her heart beats were… let’s just say all over the place, which has implications not just on her physical, but her emotional and mental state as well. This is measurable science and now instead of an erratic pattern on an EKG monitor, and as it has shown her all her life, the M wave heart monitor is showing a steady beat holding its resonance not just for her usual, challenged few seconds, but a steadily beating heart with an even, healthy pattern. She went on to share the emotional correlation and that she feels “hope for the first time in well, ever.” This also soon after led to a surprising and joyful offer of a happy, new job doing what she is really, really good at and working with one she loved mentoring long ago. Peggy can’t join us in Hawaii as she is already scheduled for a business trip to talk about expansion.
More, when Peggy joined us for dinner with my PNW hosts and another friend after our JDH Portland event, my hands reached across the table shortly after I noticed that her fingers were curled up on her right hand. I asked her what was up and how long had they been like that and she said as long as she could remember. I felt the tap to ask, “Would you like to see what we can do about that?” She said that when they tried to fix the injury when she was a baby the tendons ended up being too short and so it was physically impossible to lengthen them. We smiled at each other knowingly. Nothing is impossible in God’s eyes, (or Source – please use the word that works for your belief system), and I asked, “Well, then let’s just try an experiment. Maybe we’ll both learn something.”
We were the last customers in the restaurant and the waitpersons were eating their dinner while I worked for about 50 minutes on her hand, and wouldn’t you know it – three of her fingers regained full extension, (and could now flex backwards further than her left hand). And oh, we got all but the last digit on the pointer finger to straighten out! Anita captured the Quantum Level Care on video, too, so hopefully we can share that with you soon. I’d love to get that last digit done, but we needed to get out the restaurant – it was closing — but boy, did we learn how cool it is to work together! While my hands danced I asked Peggy to work with me, let her hands dance, too, as she was led. A new layer in employing the modalities already at work in each body, without ego, just curiosity, to see what might happen if we intend for the best and highest good – again, beyond our imagining!
I guess I got a hint of that in Costa Rica when I asked Abdy’s wife, Emily to assist the Dancing Hands in a knee replacement that we danced all the way back in Jan. 2016, when Emily saw a shaman come through the veil with herbs to help and applied some to the process, but I learned even more recently that very day before. I haven’t had a chiropractic adjustment or massage since the gift bloomed and I thought it might be nice to have one, since I was having private sessions in Synergy, a lovely chiropractic office in Longview, WA. There were two people waiting in front of me to see the doctor, when suddenly she comes out looking very serious and said to me, “I am having a situation and I think you are the one to help me with it.” I couldn’t imagine how I could assist!
Doctor Stacy then introduced me to a very worried grandmother who said that her grandson had Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and when triggered would freeze up – literally put his head down, cross his arms, become non-responsive and as stiff as a board. Something had happened when the doctor was about to give him an adjustment and he was now stiff and immovable. They asked if I could help. I said, “I can try,” and asked the grandmother if she knew what my hands did and if so, would she allow me to dance. She said she knew enough from the doctor just then, and she was beside herself that he could be like this for hours and hours, and yes, please.
I entered the room with Dr. Stacy. She introduced me to X (keeping his name off this for family privacy), who was locked up on the edge of a child’s height chiropractic table. This room was outfitted as children’s space with hula-hoops, magnetic boards, blocks and art supplies. He was snappily dressed and locked in and shut. I sat cross-legged on the floor near him, letting him know that if he didn’t want me near he could say the word and that I would go and Dr. Stacy said if he didn’t like anything now or during their appointment he could simply leave. He didn’t budge. I explained how my hands danced to music that most people don’t hear and that sometimes when they dance people feel better. Sometimes people laugh. Sometimes people cry from relief. Sometimes people look at me like I’m kooky, but for the most part people are okay with my dancing hands. I shared they liked to drum and snap and sometimes funny cartoon noises come out of me that even make me laugh, so I hoped that was okay with him.
I asked Dr. Stacy if she’d like to examine his head and neck, as usual, and with his permission I’d keep dancing low, since the hands liked the carpet near his cool shoes where they could drum and drum on my legs, too. I told him I like drumming and hoped that he’d find the rhythm nice since it always makes me feel better. His eyes were unblinking toward the floor, but I could feel he was okay with them because he didn’t avert them. Dr. Stacy was complete so she left the room and I heard in my head, “Tell him your story, Jane.”
I told him it wasn’t easy being me when I was his age. I was so shy that I’d cry if I were called on in class. I blushed and stuttered through my childhood because I was kinda scared and not comfortable in my body or around people unless it was my family. “But what really helped me,” I shared, “was when I played dress up and began pretending I was the brave queen or some other character who wasn’t shy. I think it’s a good idea sometimes to put on superhero and supershero capes and tights, so we can take a break from our life and try something bigger. I asked if he ever played dress up. I said, “I know at 8 (years old) you may not play like that as much but I see you as a prince with a magic wand to make your world really cool. I’d like to get you a cape. I wonder… what color it might be…” my hands had been dancing 20 min. and for the first time I saw his eyes flicker. I saw the color in my head clearly, but I asked… “Would you like a red cape?” He shook his head ever so slightly. “Would you like a purple cape?” He shook his head again. “I think that you might very much like a blue cape. Yes?” He nodded. “Oh, but there are so many different kinds of blue! Which blue? Would it be blue like that blue magnet?” and my dancing hands pointed to a stack of blues.
He turned his head, let his arms drop and said, “No, but maybe this one!” and he held out another blue magnet as if nothing had happened that set him into his freeze. We continued lightly chatting. He began to build shapes on the wall with the magnetic pieces and my hands kept dancing. “That’s an awesome blue – maybe my favorite color, too. I will do my best to find you a cape that color. You don’t have to wear it, but maybe at night it can lay across your pillow and you can fly in your dreams.” I said softly.
X built many things for me while I danced and chatted with him. At some point Anita had come into the room and sat down to observe and she was wiping tears from her eyes when I looked up. Dr. Stacy, too, had come and stood in the door, eyes welling with tears.
My hands drew to my first eye (third eye is what some of you may call it, but 😉 and all of a sudden X has looked over at me and he bursts out laughing! “Are you laughing at me?” I said giggling with X. “I am so glad you are laughing. I like the sound of your laughter.”
I looked to the open door to see his grandmother standing there shaking her head. She was also crying, but X and I were laughing, so we didn’t pay much attention to anything but the awesome structures his brain was building. I saw who this amazing boy really is and my goodness, he is brilliant. I saw his DNA connect old and new connections and could see how he truly will be teaching many how to unlock the scrambled wires of those recovering from Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.
We went out into the lobby a few minutes later and I heard from Grandmother that he’d never engaged like this before. I was simply glad I was able to witness his evolution dancing with these ever humbled hands and with Source.
