Adonai - The Power of Mind

The power of mind
The power of thought
a personal experience

The broken leg

I just had gotten the initiation to Reiki level one. It came to me - I didn't asked for it. Simple and easy stumbled this event into my life, because now I was ready for this kind of conscious energy work. With deep gratefulness I accepted this to happen to me.

One night I was sitting with a friend in my little garden, dreamily gazing over the quite Atlantic ocean, when all of the sudden it babbled out of my mouth: "You know, I am a lightworker, it's that simple,... and I am willing to take the responsibility to stand up for the Light."

Ingrid stared at me and said: "Wow! That was powerful - it sounded like an irrevocable vow...!?"
In the meanwhile my head became red and hot, I realized what I just said, and I knew I couldn't repeat it, but I also knew that she was right.

After Ingrid had left, I did something on top of it, what I neither told her or anybody else for very long time:

Now THAT was powerful too - (and until today I haven't changed this vow!... partly, because I watch more carefully for little hints, and partly because I don't screw it that often as I used to...:-)

Two months or more I was in a cloud of incredible energy. I touched a table in a restaurant, and the energy would just flow. I hugged the neighbor's son, and my whole body started outward radiating. A hand was resting on a bottle of water and started automatically to send transforming energy. My hands were under constant "electricity". I read a lot, I studied everything what I could find about lightwork, I searched the net for even more information and allowed long phases a day to be still and open. Not one negative thought was able to enter my realm, and if so, it has gotten transformed immediately. My feet were no longer just walking they were levitating over the ground, sending with every step a blessing to Mother Earth; and a marginal note: the "damaged knee" was the perfect reminder for me to do so. I had created paradise for me and my surrounding, and best of all, I was aware about it!

This paradise lasted until that day where my ego told me: that's cool, really cool, but now it's time again to face real life, go back to Germany, work as artist, make some bucks and take life serious again!
Hmm, and I did. With excitement and much joy I flew back and took a contract as showpainter. So many practical things were to do, to arrange and to organize. I was back in a whirlwind of activity, kept myself busy and concentrated on all the wonderful superficialities, while still assuming, that all this action is in alignment with my spirituality. I thought, ultimately even a lightworker needs to pay rent and such sort of things.
People loved my presence and my work, they stood in line to get a picture. Selling one, and another, and more and more, and I ran into a flush of avarice, my little ego was singing and dancing.
So good, that I had to run to pick up more material.
And then, BOOM!
I was running fast, too fast, my left foot got stuck in a manhole cover while the rest of the body moved on, snap!, I sank down, it became total darkness around me and for some seconds I lost consciousness.

A very kind woman came to help, she spoke to me with the most amazing angelic voice, and my consciousness came back to earth. She told me later, I was sitting there, in a really weird position, almost ten minutes before I tried to get up again.
And oh yes, I wanted to get up, as I remembered why I was here anyway. I hobbled to my work place, leaned against the ezel trying to balance and carry my weight on the right leg, but I had to give up.
So I hobbled back on one leg, a very long way to my car, and thinking all the time: tomorrow is the real important day for selling, so I rest well tonight and tomorrow I will bring in even more. Everything is fine, everything is OK.

Bogus, nothing was OK. I gave Reiki to my leg, but it became way too worse. I decided to call a taxi, drove in a hospital and asked for a real strong bandage - that will do it!

Well, the doctor in that hospital was not in the mood for jokes, he simply ignored my wishes and commanded an x-ray.
"Fine, you can do that. But all you will find is what I am telling your here: nothing but a swelling which needs support through bandage!"
Oh boy, he came back with a real big grin in his face, the outside corners of his lips seem to reach his ears, when he said: "You're right, there is not one fracture of the leg - - - there are TWO...!"
We both were laughing so hard that a nurse had to remind us about the time: after midnight it should be really quite in a hospital...

It was an easy double-fracture (at least I insist in the word "easy"...:-), and all he had to do, was to put it into a plaster cast.

They gave me a bed and my private wheelchair for this night, and I had time to think about everything. Fact was: I couldn't move! My LEFT leg was broken! What was Spirit telling me here?
The answer came spontaneous, because it was again the obvious: don't move further! Stop right here! Sit down and re-think what you are doing!
And I did. I felt great. I knew, that I was hiding away from my spiritual path, that I have tried to escape from the overwhelming realm of Light back into the dense but well-known reality of the past. I saw it all right away, I was shaken by laughters about myself, and ... I had absolutely no pain.

The next morning I got to hear this complete unacceptable horror message:
"In your age (I was just 38) a fracture like this is not an easy healing process. You have to lay down for eight weeks in this caster plast, which is not made for walking around! Please stay in your bed and avoid walking! Then we will change this into a special caster plast for walking, which you will need for another eight weeks. After that, when the examination will show no complications, we will remove the caster plast and send you in a rehabilitation center for four weeks.
And here is the weekly supply of the injection needles and shots to protect yourself against thrombosis."

8 weeks in bed? another 8 weeks with a walking caster plast? another 4 weeks for rehabilitation? I have to put myself injections into my stomach? Are you people crazy?

One day later I was sitting in an airplane back home to my island.
Another two days later I was sitting in an airplane to South Spain. My Reiki Master gave a full week, several hours a day, Reiki on the fracture. I felt just wonderful.
Seven days later I flew back to Germany and tried working again, walking on my "bed"-plaster-cast..hehe. I gave up, but not because of pain, this time it was because I just couldn't make myself doing this job anylonger. In the meanwhile the leg became daily Reiki.
Two weeks later I flew back to the island... you could think, I didn't know what I wanted... and you're right...:-)

On the end of the forth week, I hammered and peeled off the caster plast. The ankle was blue and swollen, but I knew it would be OK.

The next day, I walked (carefully though) on two completely normal looking legs into a Spanish hospital and made an x-ray on my own expenses, to be able to proof this incredible healing process. The assistant doc said to me: "That looks like a really old fracture... when was that happened?"
I answered as best as I knew: "Four weeks and 3 days ago!"
He just gave me a dirty look.

I found it impossible to explain to him, that this was just a lovingly stroke with God's hammer...