Spiritual Climate Newsletter JULY 2007 ~ part 5 ~ A REASON FOR THANKSGIVING, Part V by Wendy Ford



Christine’s Healing Session: November 18, 2003

Published December 15, 2003

By Wendy Ford

Four had gathered for Meditation Night on Tuesday, November 18, 2003. We were making our tea during a break and chatting around the kitchen counter. Dr. Strickler had been idly stirring his brewing cup of Earl Grey while we waited for more water to boil in the microwave. The pleasant friendly sound of the clinking of the spoon against the mug and drone of the microwave combined with chit chat filled the kitchen. Then the microwave beeped and stopped, and there was a sudden profound silence. Dr. Strickler studied his tea swirling in his mug and quietly asked, “Christine, what do you want?” She looked at him for a few moments. “What do I want?” “Yeah. What do you want?” Silence. Dr. Strickler continued, “You see, one of the Ancient Principles is to seek, ask and knock. What do you want, Christine?” They had made eye contact by this time and the atmosphere had started to thicken. Knowing Christine as I do, I could sense the sudden shift in her as the question started forming in her mind. In a voice so quiet it was barely above a whisper, and with an inflection of puzzlement Christine asked, “You mean to be healed?” He raised an eyebrow and remained silent but their eye contact remained unbroken. I saw an entire wordless conversation occur between Dr. Strickler and Christine in that contact. Time seemed to stand still and there was silence except for a barely audible very deep hum that had started to permeate the room. Then in a clear yet quiet voice Christine replied, “I want to be healed.” “Be more specific.” “I want to be physically healed and have a body that can move again.” Dr. Strickler was quiet. Their eye contact was still unbroken even though he had brought his mug to his mouth and was sipping on the sweetened tea within. He put the mug quietly back on the counter, broke the eye contact, walked back into the living room and sat in his chair. The three of us silently followed and took our places on the couches and chairs. The atmosphere by this time had become thick and golden, like a thin honey. The temperature in the room had begun to rise. The deep hum had become almost tangible. Dr. Strickler again made eye contact with Christine. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “Come. Sit by me.”

Christine took a deep breath and crossed the room to sit on the ottoman in front of Dr. Strickler. A huge wave of emotion washed through me as the enormity of what was about to happen hit me. She and I made eye contact and we had both become quite teary eyed. We both know the struggles with pain and functional restrictions she has gone through over the past fifteen years. Christine has been dealing with the effects of a severe musculoskeletal injury sustained when she was restraining an out of control student (the goal being to prevent harm to the student which would have resulted from his self injurious behavior). She suffered a fracture to her second cervical vertebra, severe neck, upper back and shoulder muscle damage, and damage to her 5th, 6th, and 7th cervical vertebrae as well as a severe lumbar strain. What is remarkable is that Christine was so pumped up with the adrenaline produced by the event that she didn’t even know she had been injured until she realized she needed both hands to put her key in her car door and needed to lift her leg into the car. She drove herself to the urgent care center and threw the entire place into a tizzy when the X-Ray showed the fracture. (A fracture of the second vertebra is often instantly fatal.) Even after years of treatments and medications she still struggles with pain and functional limitations. The prospect of a healing was just stunning. For reasons that I cannot go into here, this was the first time in her 13 years with Dr. Strickler that this had become possible. So, this was indeed a “big deal”.

As suddenly as the wave of emotions had overcome Christine and me they were gone. They had just disappeared. It was as if they had been neutralized. Later, when questioned about this, Dr. Strickler said he had isolated our emotions and personalities to prevent interference with the process of his work.

Once settled on the ottoman, Dr. Strickler softly smiled at Christine and with a twinkle in his eye asked, “Are you ready?” “Yes.” “Here we go.” He closed his eyes. He placed his hands above to top of Christine’s head and intoned a series of words that were different than any he had used for Suzie. Nonetheless, those words went straight to the very core of my being. He allowed himself to be filled with a higher self and “he” was “gone” from this world. What worked through his physical vehicle cannot be put into words: The Holy Spirit? God? Whatever “it” was and energy working this night, was quite different from what I experienced and saw when witnessing Suzie’s healings. Consciously, I actually remember very little of what transpired during the rest of the evening. I would speculate that it is probably because Christine and I are so close and have been the closest of friends for almost twenty-nine years. I do know without a doubt the event is forever etched in my subconsiousness and spirit. Whatever happened has changed me, too.

I watched. At one point near the beginning, I think, I felt a warmth start in my heart area and just expand until a ball of this warmth surrounded my entire body. I felt such a profound Love there, a contact with true, unconditional Love that could only come from the Source of All. I felt surrounded by the Love of the invisible beings suddenly in attendance (Angels? Heavenly Hosts?) I do remember Dr. Strickler working with opening, adjusting and closing Christine’s chakra areas; opening adjusting and closing of other body centers that I recognized. He worked with the many components of her various energy layers and levels. He was in constant motion. Again, he was the master spiritual sculptor at work. He worked with but the rarest of physical contact; hands molding invisible forms and turning to spin an invisible something; fingers pulling, drawing and tugging at unseen lines; eyes constantly evaluating and assessing the progress and results; soft breaths being blown into invisible recesses and receptacles. His lips moved with words not meant for the conscious mind and in such soft whispers that the ear only heard the articulation of the tongue as it softly hit his palate in the formation of the “t’s” and “s’s”. Occasionally Dr. Strickler would ask Christine if something was hot or cold, a direction (up, down, left, right, forward, back), dark or light, or if it was easy or hard to breathe, or to tell him when she could “feel” his hand(s) even though he was not physically touching her.

At several points Dr. Strickler had Christine open her eyes and make eye contact with him. I could see a wavy, shimmery line connect between the two then he would move on and her eyes would close again. I watched in awe as the impression of Christine’s weight on the ottoman shrank slightly. It was if her physical weight had been lessened and she was not sinking down as deeply into the cushion. At the same time she grew taller sitting right in front of me. Her shoulders straightened and leveled (one shoulder is usually lower than the other), her lumbar curve became more pronounced (her lower back is usually flattened), the back of her head drew upward tilting her chin down slightly and straightening her cervical spine and upper back and there came over her face the most beatific of expressions. The circles under her eyes disappeared; the lines at the creases of her nose and mouth softened, her face actually became thinner.

Dr. Strickler eventually asked Christine to stand up and slowly walk. She effortlessly stood up from the ottoman and walked toward where he stood on the other side of the room. Step by step I watched as first her limp dissipated, her lumbar curve in the low back normalized, her upper back and neck curves normalized and her posture was perfect. (In anatomy we learn that there should be natural postural curves and that with “perfect” posture one should be able to drop a plum line from the ear lobe and it should fall through the shoulder, hip and just in front of the ankle bone. Rarely does one ever see this as we all have abnormalities accrued over a lifetime of poor habits.) Dr. Strickler continued to make minor adjustments and fine tune while having Christine walk and stand.

When Dr. Strickler was apparently satisfied with the results initially attained, he had Christine sit back on the ottoman, said a prayer of blessing and concluded the session. With that the room instantly became cooler (at some point in the evening the air conditioner in the house had actually cycled on even though it was in the 50’s outside), the atmosphere became less dense, and the light became brighter. He intently looked at each of us in turn for a long moment apparently assessing our reactions and the effects this event had had on us. He gave us his quiet smile and asked, “Everyone OK?” How does one respond? I had just witnessed what few will ever have the honor to witness. I had been in and felt the presence of the Divine. I had heard the words of the Divine. I had seen the workings of the Divine. I had witnessed the physical transformation of a beloved friend. I will never be the same as changes were being made in all who were there. Was I “OK”? Just two little letters: “O” and “K”. Considering what had just happened, all I could do was nod my head and say, “Yeah, I’m OK.”

It’s been a week and a half since that wondrous evening. Christine is different. One objective physical example: As Christine and I were getting Thanksgiving dinner on the table we came face to face in each other’s way. We had to stop to keep from bumping into each other. I was stunned. “Oh my God! I can look you in eye now! I can’t remember being able to do that!” Christine just laughed and said she had been measured at the doctor’s office just this week. She measured five foot six and one half inches tall. Two years ago the doctor measured her at five foot five. She also commented that she can now turn her head better enabling easier merging into busy highway traffic and that the numbness which had become familiar in her arms and hands has diminished. I think she looks ten years younger and she feels she is in less pain. She also commented that each one of the autistic children she works with everyday in her classroom were looking at her strangely during that first week “after”. None ever verbally asked, but she thinks each was silently noting and acknowledging that Miss Christine was somehow different. Although Dr. Strickler has stated it will take much more work with Christine to further the healing that was initiated that night, it is obvious to all who know her that profound changes have already manifested.

May Truth and Light penetrate to your core

to expose the Real You.

Wendy Ford ________________________________

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Spiritual Climate Newsletter JULY 2007 ~ part 6 {Final} ~ SOMETIMES ONE NEED ONLY ASK by Christine Ford



Originally Published December 15, 2003

By Christine Ford

A most interesting interplay exists between a Spiritual Teacher and a Student, an alive, ever-shifting balance of possibilities and expansion, of questions and answers, of growth and change, not only on the part of the Student, but for the Teacher as well. Yes, a Student approaches a Teacher with the ultimate of awe and respect, but even THAT expands and changes along the way, in degrees and nuances that cannot be expressed, but only experienced as the bounds and parameters of the mentoring process take on shapes and forms never imagined. What I am struggling to make clear simply is that the relationship between a Spiritual Teacher and Student is not a static, defined, rigid construct like a land mass, but rather a shifting, churning, eternally moving entity like the ocean in a storm; an infinite process of unfoldment, discovery and growth. This became crystal clear to me on the evening of November 18, 2003.

Thirteen years ago I was injured at school by a student while attempting to keep him from hurting himself. The damage done was quite extensive, and I was labeled permanently disabled. The injury involved damage to my spine, which has created a thirteen-year struggle of visits to doctors of all kinds, several courses of physical therapy, daily medication, and the ever-looming possibility of surgery. The injury changed my life in ways too extensive to go into.

I was left feeling abused and violated by “the system”, for the child who innocently caused this damage to me should NOT have been in my classroom, and I had spent from August until February when the accident occurred documenting and sending his behaviors daily to the administration center. Their answer was that there was no where else for him, that he did not fit into ANY category, and that I had the experience and patience to deal with him. My reply was that with 12 other appropriately placed mentally handicapped students and only one assistant; it was just a matter of time before someone would be injured by his extreme behaviors. My classroom was not equipped to deal with a student so involved, in terms of physical layout (no “secured seclusion”, i.e. time out room) or just plain manpower! We were doing the child NO service other than keeping him from harming himself, at the expense of taking valuable educational time away from the other 12 kids.

My helpless pleas fell on deaf ears, making me feel abandoned and at the mercy of circumstances until finally I was hurt. Was it a self-fulfilling prophecy? I have asked myself that question time and time again; my anger towards “the system” which I so strongly felt should have and could have prevented this grew as I waved my frustration and resentment for thirteen years like a banner, allowing it to fester, poison, and color every aspect of my being. I was blissfully unaware of the power I had inadvertently given it, unconscious of the precious time and energy I had denigrated, until Dr. Strickler offered me the mirror to see the situation for what it really was that evening of November 18, 2003.

How many times have I heard him speak of the patterns upon which we build our lives? How many chances has he given me to uncover the underlying psychology, the poor me, martyr syndrome, the helpless victim of circumstance view that I limit myself with? Yes, I have actually seen it in other areas, but I have allowed this one GIGANTIC all-encompassing pattern to hold me hostage my entire life. And for the past thirteen years I have functioned oblivious to the fact that I was a victim NOT of the circumstance, but rather a victim, indeed a prisoner, of my own beliefs, anger, rage, feelings of helplessness and inadequacy.

On the evening of November 18, 2003, my physical body was most positively healed of injuries sustained back in 2000, and that healing was initiated and directed by Dr. Strickler, of that I have no doubt. There are the accounts of Wendy and Suzy to support that, though I have nearly no memory of the actual experience at all. All I remember is hearing his voice, feeling safe and secure, and being told at different points to open or close my eyes; it was like I wasn’t even there. There are facts that I can share though… the ease with which I move, the immediate comments from people at work who want to know what doctor I went to because they see such change, the levelness of my shoulders, which had been drastically uneven since the injury, the returning of feeling in my arms and hands, and most significantly, upon a trip to the doctor, a report stating that my height is 5’ 6 ½”, an increase of 1½ inches over the 5’ 5” that I had measured previously.

Of the physical healing, there is visible proof, and of course for that I am most grateful. But the healing of Spirit, the understanding of psychology, the forgiving of myself to myself that has been triggered by the realization of what REALLY occurred on so many levels is where the true healing lies for me. The miracle of Revelation is what happened that night, and with it, the freeing of a part of me that I have allowed to be held in bondage for lifetimes. There is constantly growing insight and motion towards health on all levels, mentally, physically, emotionally, and Spiritually, that was started that night.

Once, about 8 years ago, I did ask Dr. Strickler if there was anything he could do to help heal my injury. He told me at that time that it was mine to deal with, Karma was involved, and there was nothing he could do. NOW I can admit that with that answer I felt, IN THE STATE OF MIND I WAS FUNCTIONING IN AT THAT TIME, abandoned, helpless, and rejected, and I never broached the subject with him again, never spoke with him about “physical” healing again, until he healed Suzy that night. Even after that, with all that I have learned and grown into, I had to be prompted to ASK. My stubborn resentment at being “turned down” had trapped me in an area of my mind that didn’t allow me to ASK Dr. Strickler to help me with this particular problem that had so encompassed and imprisoned every area of my life. And simply by asking again, at the right place and in the right time, I was healed and set free.

Quite interestingly enough, the day after I wrote this article to this point, I was literally knocked on my ass by a student at school. I ended up with a severely bruised tailbone, and am now am undergoing a round of physical therapy, and I’m REALLY hurting! As I have been taught, I have questioned the “why” of it all. Did I intentionally do something to bring this injury to myself? Is there a part of me that WANTS to be hurt, injured, so that I can hide behind it and not be an active participant in life? Do I feel that I need for people to feel sorry for me, or do I just feel a need to be punished for something I don’t even know I’ve done? Is there a reason I won’t allow myself to be whole and healthy? Is there a Force out there that doesn’t WANT me to be healthy?

Believe me, all those questions and more I have asked, and though I do not have the answers, there is one thing that I do know as sure as I’m sitting here. This will NOT be a thirteen-year healing process. I will NOT give it control over my life. I think more than anything, it is a challenge, a throwing down of the gauntlet, so to speak. I have very quickly been given a chance to stand up and take action, to handle the situation differently, to show just how sure I am that the past thirteen years of pain and suffering were brought upon me by MYSELF, AND that they WILL NOT be revisited! I am able to overcome and heal; I am worthy of having a strong, healthy body. I suppose we will see how this one unravels as time goes by.

Now back to my opening, about the ever-changing relationship of a student and teacher. Time for a confession. Over the years of mentoring, I have not especially looked upon Dr. Strickler as a “healer”. Oh my God! One of those “you can’t see the forest for the trees” deals! Without a doubt, he is a most talented teacher and mentor, a genius of a man who can amazingly lecture unprepared for hours and always deliver ever expanding interpretations with a new twist. He has the patience of a Saint, the gentleness of a loving father, when it comes to explaining and RE-explaining concepts and constructs that are elementary to him. He watches in silence as we make similar mistakes over and over, never interfering, but helping us learn and gain from those errors when we realize they have been made, and forgiving us each time for being so stupid!

All this and more I saw in Dr. Strickler from the beginning, but what I did not see is that from the moment I sat down across the table from him for that first reading, my “healing” began. He is a Healer in the purest, most complete sense of the word; not only of the physical, but of the Spiritual, emotional, mental, and intellectual areas as well. And the most beautiful part of all is that he does it through love and compassion, and all you have to do is ASK.

What a Revelation! What a gift of healing to receive at this very sacred season. I humbly thank the Lord of Life for opening this realization to me. And as ever, always, my gratitude goes to Dr. Strickler for his strength, wisdom and seeming eternal patience.

May The One bless you with the ability to acknowledge

the areas in which you are sabotaging your destiny,

and the courage to take action to change . . .

Christine Ford



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