david hobbs
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My first healing. Me!This should be read after the Awakening item that I put on.
This is a true event although I do not expect you to believe it.
My healing..........................................
I spent the next week thinking about what had happened and the explanation that I had been given, and had still not reached any conclusions. Things had moved on domestically and I was no longer travelling down to petticoat lane on a Sunday morning. I still had the same bills to pay so I had paid for a pitch at Witham Market were I would demonstrate a new car polish called MER in the hope that it might earn some extra cash. That Sunday morning would be another turning point in my life. Having played rugby for some years and also spending a lot of time sitting in my taxi for hours on end I was having severe problems with my knees. If I drove anywhere for more than ten minutes the pain in my knee joints would become unbearable and I would spend the whole journey wincing and shifting in the seat looking for some relief which of course never came. If I squatted down to retrieve something from the floor I could not stand up again without using some nearby chair or table to pull myself up with. What a joke, me a healer I was the one that needed healing. So why was I in so much pain if I could heal? How could I heal others when I could not even help myself? I was now on the A12 and 30 minutes into my journey and the pain in my joints had reached a climax. I considered stopping on the hard shoulder just to stretch my legs, but realised that this was a rather foolish idea. I began to get angry and that anger fuelled by pain began to overwhelm me. I raged out loud at some invisible something that was supposed to be guiding and advising me,” You want me to be to be a healer the how about bloody well healing me? ‘Yes you’. You’re supposed to be a healing guide I screamed at the top, of my voice. Heal me then. Nothing can prepare you for a miracle because let’s face it miracles only happen in stories and could not possibly happen in real life. The powerful surge of energy that flowed through my body was as tangible as a river running through me. It came into my head first and down through my body to my feet and then it was gone. I was tingling all over and to say that I was shocked would be the understatement of all time. My knees tingled. They tingled, but what had happened to the pain? It had gone. I was too stunned to think, so I just carried on driving my beat up old van down the motorway. A miracle in a Ford Transit. The realisation set me laughing all most out of control as I gripped the steering wheel for grim death. And the laughter helped to release the tension that had built up inside of me firstly due to the pain and then the shock of the healing. I laughed and laughed. I could do nothing else. “It works I shouted. It bloody well works”! I think that my mind switched off at that point. Words were of no help. After all miracles do not happen do they? So my mind had nothing to latch on to, life had not provided me with a template for miracles. Saul on the road to Damascus, and then David on the road to Witham Market in his beat up old Transit Van. It would take some time for it to sink in.
I just had to accept what had happened to me. I had not read it in a book, or seen it in a film or dreamt it. This was real. I am happy to report that I have never had any problems with my knee joints from that day to this.
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