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in my shamanic vision with her choir of angelic helpers fill Maryka with Light. The deep tears in the second chakra closed together and it began to spin…as it spun the muddy color of it began to clear and deepen into the healthy colors of the chakra as it’s meant to look. The final step was her reconnection with the Divine Light we are meant to stay connected to.
    I stepped back from the table and bowed my head. I am always humbled by this Work. I am grateful for the opportunity to be of Service, and I am richly rewarded in these moments when I stand in the presence of grace and divinity and the Holy Spirit. When the Gift first awakened in me, I remember the first channeling I had, a clear crystalline voice that spoke to me: Not me, God, but you through me… That was the prayer I was gifted with long before I understood what it meant.
    Not me, God, but you through me.
    Maryka lay there and came back slowly to full consciousness.
    “Take your time,” I said. “Notice the sensation of the table against your back, the weight in your body on the table…bring your consciousness back into your body and feel yourself filled with Light…”
    The shadow had left her face. Her eyes were different. Her face glowed with the Light.
    “Welcome back,” I said.
    I left the room and came back with a bottle of cold water for her. “Here you go.”
    She emptied it in one long draught. “Thank you.”
    “You’ll want to drink more,” I said. “I’ll give you another bottle downstairs. You should get a few more. Spring or filtered water. Lots of it. Stop at the drugstore and get a big box of Epson salts. Find one with lavender if you can. For the next seven days, every night, pour a full quart of Epson salts into your tub and soak in it as long as you can. While you soak, visualize any sludge in you being drawn out into the water. You’ll be thirsty so keep drinking lots of water.”
    “What was that like?” she said. “Did you see…I felt like…”
    I held my hand up and interrupted her. “Best not to think or talk about it now. Best to just let it go.”
    She stood.
    “You need to take some time to get grounded,” I said. “Do you know how to do that?”
    “I do tai chi…”
    “That’s great. It will work fine for that. Be grounded. Do you have far to drive?”
    “No.”
    “Best thing now is to go home and rest.”
    “Thank you,” she said. “I feel different…”
    I nodded. “You are. It gets better as it goes along.”
    She went ahead of me. I reminded myself not to be distracted by the winking rivets of brass on her hip pockets, swaying gracefully as she walked down the halls and the stairs. She paused at the front door.
    “What do I owe you?” she said.
    I dislike this part.
    “I don’t charge a fee,” I said. “If you want to make a donation or gift, you can leave it in the glass bowl there.”
    I pointed at the conspicuously empty glass fish bowl on the old oak table beside the door.
    “The article said you had a sliding scale…”
    “I was misquoted,” I said. “I don’t charge fees. People make a donation or gift based on what they feel my services are worth to them. I’ve been paid nothing at all, and I’ve been paid thousands.”
    I hoped I hadn’t emphasized that last part too much.
    She nodded, two quick bobs of her head. She wrote a check and dropped it in the bowl.
    “Thanks,” I said.
    “Thank you…” she said.
    She stood there. I knew what this was about. There’s this moment at the end of a treatment, especially the kind I do, where the client feels the need to disconnect—or tries to stay connected. If the practitioner is an ethical one, he’ll have already let go of the session and disconnected from the outcome. It’s a test for a healer to let go of the rush that comes from being a channel for the Light, to let go of the ego and not allow your clients or the community to make you into something more than just a human with a special gift.
    The temptation is always