The Story Of A 5,000 Year Old Distant Healing
By Whitneay T. Vanwells
The Seer In India over 5,000 years ago, a Seer sat at the entrance of his dark cave waiting for the dawn. The Seer was well known as a fine healer by those in the small villages, in the green valley below. He chose to live in the austerity of the cold cave, to keep his thoughts away from the world of comfort and pleasure. As the morning sun began to bless the front of his cave, the Seer sitting lotus fashion, smiled gently. With his mind and heart, he openly welcomed the dawn.He had a simple life. He had a blessed life. His only work that day was to survive, meditate, and to send healing.
The day before, a messenger had arrived with a request for a help. A young girl of 12, who lived with her family in the village below, was wasting away. Her father had sent the message to the Seer, to request a healing for his daughter. The girl was bedridden, could not eat, and they could find no cause for her illness.
The Seer made himself warm ghee sprinkled with herbs, and washed it down with the cold clean water, that he had collected from the nearby stream the evening before. He was grateful for all that he had. He was rich in heart, and he was rich in Spirit.
To get to this high point in his life, he had endured 'the Agnis' - the many inner fires of spiritual purification. Once, he almost died, as the 'Dark Side' tried to destroy him. In his survival of this trial, he gained great inner strength, as he Surrendered to the blessings of knowing God. He endured this trial in the freezing depths of the bleak winter. From that time on, he became known by the villagers, as 'The Breathe From God'.
As he stilled his mind, he filled himself with the life force from the pristine mountain air; energy from the Earth; and with the prana from the large valley below his cave. The morning sun touched his palms with light golden life, and he received the gift into every cell of his being ...
It was time to begin. 'The Sending', would last most of the day.
As he sat in meditation, white light entered his consciousness from above; and a high pitched sound resonated in his ears. He knew this Light and Sound, as others know their home. These divine blessings vibrated deep into his being, and small tears fell from his closed eyes. He felt the love. He knew that he was loved unconditionally, something that he had yearned for so deeply as a small child.
As he sat cross legged at the entrance to the cave, a soft breeze sifted upwards from the valley below. Inwardly, he saw and felt colored lights flowing from and through his body; yellow, blue, pink, green, and white. He saw vast rainbows, and small ribbons of colored light. His body was warmed by them.
He gently sang his Word of love, the divine mantra that was given to him by his Masters in the Heavenly realms. As he sang, the energy increased and warmed him.. As the energy moved into him, he started to form a picture of the girl over a hundred miles away in a distant village. He could 'see' her consciousness, body, and the dark areas, that lacked the Light. She was encased inside a dark 'wall', and the Light could not get in.
He sent her love and acceptance. Nothing about her was wrong, nothing about her was rejected. He was the Mother that nurtures her children. He was the Father that protects his family. He was Spirit, blessing the ground that she walked on; surrounding her; supporting her; accepting her; and loving her.
The Seer was a living vessel for energy from Spirit. He listened, to the Masters that assisted him from the inner realms, as They spoke through his inner channels. They spoke to him of the girl. A trauma had fallen upon her, and she was not able to speak of it to her parents, for fear of disrespect. Her parents had violated her space with a marriage contract to a man that she loathed. She would be married in 3 years to him, and she said silently to herself, 'I would rather die, then marry him".
Her body had answered her, and now she was wasting away.
The healer knew that he could not tell the parents to cancel the contract, even though it would stop the wasting condition of their daughter. He knew that the parents would loose their high position in the community, by breaking their agreement. And, so he listened, and responded to his inner Masters, as they said simply, "Send love to all concerned".
"Yes, as you request", He whispered under his breathe.
The energy that left the Seer was warm, pure, and free. The Love that passed through him, to the girl and her family, was unconditional. He saw them as a happy family, going about their lives in a harmonious way. He saw them laughing, and eating breakfast, and enjoying their lives. He saw them caring for one another. He saw them saying prayers together, and helping those in need. He saw them working, and taking time to talk and to listen to each other, as their day progressed. He saw everything about them,... as being right.
He placed them in the palms of his healing hands, and warmed them with love.
The last thing that he did during the healing, was to Bless them all in the name of God. He then released them to Spirit, knowing that all was in its proper place.
"What God Wills", he said out loud to himself.
Many days later, a messenger from the village arrived. He brought grains, oils, ghee, and a warm sheep skin to the Seer. The girl in the village was well. The young girl's fiancé had fallen in love with someone else, and broke their marriage contract. She was released.
The Seer thanked the messenger, and Spirit, for the goods that he received. He gave thanks for being the vessel that was chosen to help the family. He felt grateful and blessed.....
He had a simple life. He had a blessed life. His only work that day was to survive, meditate, and to send healing.
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