Do the Miracle Healing Stories Exist? (And a practice)

Anchor into your own centredness

By training I’m an Osteopath.

Many times I thought of quitting while I was studying because it was hard. Learning anatomy was like learning Japanese and ancient greek combined. I found the studies boring, and I didn’t want to click peoples backs, nor did I want to massage anyone, nor did I want to mobilize, traction or articulate anyones joints. 

Until.

Somewhere in my second year studying I discovered hidden in the corner of osteopathy, a nuanced, magic box, way of treating.  

One of my professors gave me a treatment using the magic box techniques and I knew it was what I wanted to learn.  In a short half hour treatment I realised the stories I’d read about miraculous healing had some truth.

I learnt to put my hands on quietly and feel things fix themselves of their own accord.  

Following the bodies own healing path made complete sense to me. It was something I could feel, navigate and connect to.

Just the lightest touch and a bit of time, ten minutes or so, and I knew what was needed.  

Treating any other way I felt like a fraud. I got results. Not with everyone. I came to learn the way I treated worked for some and not for others. I did enough good work that sometimes I was booked for weeks in advance. 

In my early years treating people I started knowing things I couldn’t know.  For example I could put my hands on a pregnant woman and tell if she was having a girl or a boy. After a few months this ‘gift’ or ‘knowing’ vanished and never returned. I had a few knowings that came and went. The departure of the gifts kept me humble. There’s an edge to knowing things that others don’t know that sticks easily to the ego. I enjoyed the knowings while they lasted because they were extraordinary and proof, to me, of a kind of magic.

Still, and through it all … I have had this capacity: 

My hands and senses pick up twists and pulls, rivers, blockages, emptiness, heaviness, frozen states, and changing frequencies that require me to have an active mind constantly seeking and discovering even though on the outside my hands are quite still. 

I’ve come to see magical, miraculous healing is both simple and extraordinary.

When you educate one of your senses and really train - train hard - possibilities you’d have said were miraculous healing feats once upon a time, become normal. 

I’ve always loved movement. I’ve made a video for you with a short exercise teaching you healing states of perception. When I do a treatment I always reach my mind to the horizon and anchor into my own being. The body likes spacious presence. Try the exercise to cultivate a state of spacious presence and anchoring into your own firmness. It’s these kinds of simple states of balancing ourselves that make room for small miracles.

With love,

Lucy