People come in and out of our lives unexpectedly. We never know what a “chance” meeting might bring: Most often, encounters bring a casual “hello” and “goodbye.“ Sometimes, however, a moment between strangers is a powerful thing.
Recently I traveled to Salt Spring Island, with my friend Glamma. We were visiting our mutual friend, Patience, for a few days. SSI is one of the Gulf Islands. It is beautiful and remote: a three-hour ferry ride delivered us to her shores.
Since relocating six-months ago there have been lots of new and good things in my life. There has also been the process of starting over in a new province. This can be stressful. A getaway, and some time to NOT think about the future was a great idea.
One afternoon, Patience took us to meet her “adopted” parents. They are the loveliest couple. Married 63 years, Yvette is 80, Jack is 86 and you would never know it to look at them. I liked them both immediately.
Yvette was a “hooker” (of rugs, people!) like my late Grandmother. We laughed over the fact that when I was five I was asked, in Sunday school, “What does your grandmother do?”
I proudly proclaimed, “She’s a really good hooker.” There were gasps and silence. I didn’t explain further. Even my late “Grammy,” a very proper lady (who didn’t live in the same town as us or attend our church), laughed hard at that one.
Jack, a former health care worker, does the most incredible stained glass work. He showed us around his home and shop. Before we arrived, Patience said, “Jack is a healer. He has something. He works with chemo patients.” Well, Jack definitely has something. He was one of those people you meet and feel like you’ve known them ten lifetimes. I felt very at ease in his presence. His art blew me away. I was very quiet (hard to believe) as I looked around. There was lots of conversation going on, but I was not part of it. I was drawn to a tiny stained glass angel hanging in his shop. There were several of them, but I was drawn to one.
“Sure you can,” he replied.
As I opened my bag to get my wallet, Jack slipped the tiny angel inside. “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing. This one is free. I think you need her.”
In that moment I felt like he could see directly into my soul: Every doubt and fear I had. I felt a lump in my throat and almost cried. I was so moved by his kindness and honesty.
After a while we were about to leave and Jack said, “You need to come back tomorrow for a healing.”
Without questioning him or his practice, I said, “Yes, I do.” I asked how much he charged.
“Nothing. I’m still alive. I have all I need.”
I returned the following day for my session. We sat and talked a little about life in general, about my move west, and about my overall uncertainty.
“I have no idea what comes next.” I said to him (regarding my health and financial future, where I’ll live, etc.).
“None of us knows what comes next.” He said.
This 86-year-old soul who has seen more life than most will ever see, has no idea what comes next either. It was the most obvious statement… common knowledge, really. Yet in that moment it was profound in that it is exactly what I needed to hear. Most of us have more questions than answers.
After our chat I sat on a handmade wooden stool, constructed without nails or metal. Jack “read” my energy by moving his hands around me, a few inches from me. Without knowing the specifics of my illness he told me that I had pain in my left upper arm and shoulder (where I suffered a separated shoulder in the accident.) He also pointed out other areas of my body where I had significant pain. All were correct. Then he held his hand a few inches from my upper chest and said,
“There’s something going on here. I’m not sure what it is. This is where we carry sadness. You have had lots of sadness. But I’m not sure that’s what I’m feeling.” After some more “reading” he said, “You’re suffering menstrual cramps.” Which was correct… though I did not share that I was on my cycle. He massaged my Achilles tendons, “This will get rid of those cramps. Everything is connected in the body.” The cramps left within a few minutes. “Share this with your lady friends. It will help them.” “You’re very hard on yourself. You have to love yourself more. You have a kind heart.” He kept telling me things about me as he continued along his “reading.”
Next he began a process sort of like Reiki (but not exactly Reiki), where he moved his hands over areas of my body and “pulled” the “energy” away from me. “I’m removing all the toxins from your body.” This went on for about 15 minutes. Believe what you want, but I could feel my body energy shifting. I could feel his energy. Next he applied healing energy and love, in a similar manner. There was next to no touch, yet there was a strong sense of connectedness.
When we were finished, he got me to rest on a couch and covered me with two heated blankets: One that his mother had made. He left me alone. After a while I got up and was ready to go. Jack and I spoke again, about many things that “belong” to me and are not for sharing at this point. I will share that we discussed the immediate connection I felt towards him when we met. He said he felt it too.
“Who knows, perhaps we knew each other in a previous life,” he said.
“Maybe. I know I felt like I recognized you when we met,” I replied.
That night my throat started to get sore and I developed a small cough. The next night my temperature spiked and I felt very unwell. Upon my return to the mainland the following evening I found out I had a bad upper respiratory infection (the very same area where Jack detected something). I also had a throat infection, infected ears, and sinuses. NONE of which was evident 24 hours earlier. When the man removes toxins – he REMOVES toxins.
After two weeks in bed I’m feeling human again. I’ve thought about Jack a lot… the things we talked about. There remains a lot of uncertainty in my immediate future; there is also significant stress, which I’m not giving over to. Instead I’m doing my best to remember Jack’s advice:
“Love yourself more. Get at least 6 hugs a day. Don’t be afraid to initiate the hugs. Nobody knows what’s next. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re on the right path.”
I wish I lived closer to Jack. I miss him. It’s odd to miss someone we barely know. I’m sure I’ll see him again some day… but if I don’t, I know he was one of those souls that came into my life for a reason… at the very moment I needed him.
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