Chapter 8: Helping Hands

When I was thirty-eight years old, I was serious, responsible, and well established in the corporate world. I thought my future was secure. However, Spirit had other plans for me.

In 1986 I took a remarkable trip to the Yucatan with my uncle, Drunvalo Melchizedek, who is only five years older than me. We had grown up together. He was more like an older brother than an uncle.

At the conclusion of visiting seven different sacred sites, we were in Tikal, Guatemala. This 2000 year old Mayan city is an enormous site, with hundreds structures still not excavated. Some four-sided pyramid temples have been reclaimed from the jungle. We approached one of the pyramids that the jungle had long ago embraced -- the Temple of the Jaguar. The top of the pyramid was open but the lower two-thirds were crisscrossed with thick jungle vines.

The pyramid was very steep; and while there was a winding stairway hacked out of the earth and bush leading to the top, the steps were very narrow. The weather was calm and sunny as Drunvalo started up first, picking his way over and under vines. Drunvalo climbed slowly about twenty feet above me. We were half way to the top when, out of nowhere, a hard wind started blowing. The wind quickly intensified from below until it blew like a hurricane, howling all around me. I had my back to the pyramid, pinned by vines wrapped around my arms and legs, which now served as safety belts that kept the wild winds from whirling me into the jungle below. All of a sudden, the wind started spinning around me, going faster and faster. I was in a vortex of energy.

I could feel every speck of my body changing. My skin started to tingle and pulsate with pleasure. I could feel energy coming from the base of my spine right up the top of my head. I was delighted and overwhelmed. My mind and heart were full of joy and I screamed "I love this."

As I said that, the strong winds stopped. A gentle breeze came in from the west and softly spun about, caressing me in a warm blush, heady with a sweet trace of the gardenias that graced the jungle below. Then it started raining, gently at first and turning rapidly into hard, pelting drops. In that moment, I felt more alive than I had ever felt in my life. Since I kept climbing through all of this, I was almost at the top of the pyramid. Pausing, I hung off the side of the pyramid, shouting for joy, still in the pelting rain. Suddenly the squall passed and I was left staring at my hands. I could feel energy pouring through them like they had been charged by a very large battery. They were hot.

I showed Drunvalo my hands. "Look what's happened to me, Drunvalo," I said. "This is so beautiful. I'm the air, the jungle, the rain. I'm everything!" Energy was pouring out of my hands. I had never felt so completely connected to the earth as I did at that moment. I belonged everywhere and with everything.

I found out what had really happened to my hands when I got back to California. They could heal. Almost as soon as we returned home, I went to see my hypnotherapist friend and told him the story. He could feel the energy radiating all around my hands. He suggested that I could probably heal with my hands, and asked me if I would consider helping some of his clients. I somehow knew I was supposed to help people by touching them. I did not understand anything more than that.

When people came to me, I touched them, and they changed. Word spread quickly. Soon I began seeing a lot of people. Sometimes when I arrived at my friend's office, I would find people lined up to see me.

I became comfortable with the sensitivity in my hands. As I was passed my hands a few inches above a person, I could sense I problem. Then I would rest my hand in the problem area. After a while I discovered that my right hand was better at receiving energy and my left hand was better at sending energy. I had heard of healing with "a laying on of hands," but it was strange to think I had this power.

A month after I started seeing clients, I had a roadside adventure. I was driving into work along the Silverado Trail in Northern California, near Napa Valley. With all the things going on in my life, driving had become a meditation for me. An inner voice asked me to pull over. I ignored it for a few moments while my conscious mind rolled through all the things I had to do that day. The inner voice immediately came back, stronger this time and demanding my attention, literally yelling at me to pull over.

I swung the wheel over and pulled onto a paved roadside cutout. I remembered thinking that something was not right. My body felt leaden as I reached for the ignition key. That is all I physically remembered as I went into a trance.

The first thing I noticed was that I did not feel heavy anymore. I felt myself becoming lighter and lighter until I was flying through space at an incredible speed, so fast that I could not even tell whether I had a body or not. I bridged space and time as I hurled along without a clue about my destination.

Suddenly, my sensations of depth, sound, and smell returned. I now saw thick clouds of black smoke boiling up from the ground below. Through the smoke, I could see a motel. I could see a grassy area across from the motel, a swimming pool behind it, and an airport in the distance. There were no fire trucks or ambulances. Then the entire scene faded to a hazy black, and I was inside a motel corridor that was full of rolling black smoke. The wallpaper was bubbling and peeling off the walls from the heat. I caught sight of something in the thick smoke on the floor about fifty feet in front of me. I moved closer. It was a man curled up in a ball on the floor, trying desperately to breathe. There was a being beside him pulling frantically on his arm. Most people would call this being an angel. Although it was shaped like a human, you could put your hand through it. The angel who was tugging on the man's shoulder did not appear to have much physical strength and so the man was not budging. My inner voice told me instantly that this was no time to ask questions, and I had to help get that man out of the motel. I knew instinctively it was not his time to die.

As I thought this, my energetics changed. I instantly became more solid, and I could feel how desperate the situation was. It was not just the man's life that was at stake. I knew that if I did not succeed in moving him, I would die trying. The man, about 220 pounds, shirtless, and gasping for air, was beginning to lose consciousness.

Both the angel and I gathered all of our energy and intent. We lowered our heads and hit the man like two football players at our first day of training camp. We put everything we had into it. Stopping to take a breath, I looked at the results of our efforts. We had done more than just move him! We were fifty feet down the long motel corridor, fifty feet closer to the fire exit. Looking back now, I know I was not physically dense enough to move him through muscular effort. I could only have moved him psychically.

Encouraged, I looked over at the angel. She was a young slender blond woman, around nineteen years old. Together, we lowered our heads, focused every ounce of energy we had, and rammed the man one more time. I do not know how we did it, but the next thing I knew we were in the fire escape, pushing, rolling, and dragging the man down the stairs.

Outside, the fire trucks and emergency vehicles arrived. Two firemen ran toward the man we had helped, who was now coughing and retching outside the fire exit. The motel was now a raging inferno. I stood in the grassy area, in a ring of angels. We encircled all the people who had died in the fire so that they would not get lost. I talked with them. Most of them were confused, bewildered, and scared. Some of them did not understand they were dead. All they knew was that they had been taking a shower, sitting in bed, watching television, or reaching for the phone to call room service, when the fire broke out.

I told the people who died that they were going to be all right. Guides and angels would take care of them. I made them understand they were safe and nothing bad was going to happen to them any longer. I knew the angels would stay at the motel until their work was done.

I talked to the angelic beings forming the circle. They were part of a hand-picked team who helped in disasters. The motel fire still raged behind me. More and more fire trucks and ambulances arrived. One of the firemen pulling a hose ran right through us. I continued my debriefing, carefully explaining to the angels how they could be of better service to other victims by preparing more carefully for their missions so they would not be confused. They listened to me carefully and thanked me many times for helping.

The fact that I was also present in the physical world made it possible for me to exist in a state between their world and mine, a vibration from which I could do work that they could not do.

The next thing I remembered was a dairy truck whooshing past me on the highway, rocking my car. As I came out of the trance state, lifting my head off the steering wheel, I caught sight of the glowing digital clock on the dashboard and noticed I had been parked for forty-five minutes. I sat upright. Had I fallen asleep? Was my experience real or had I imagined it? My car did not smell right. It smelled like it had been on fire. I pulled my shirt up under my nose and smelled it. My clothes were saturated in smoke. I drove home, shaken by the possibility that my dream could have been real.

That night the lead item in the news was about the crash of an air force jet on a training mission. It had crashed into a Ramada Inn in Detroit and many lives were lost. As I watched footage from a helicopter circling the burning motel, I felt goosebumps. The back of my neck had a thousand volts running through it. I had not been dreaming. It was not my imagination. It was real.

Three days after the jet crash, a friend mailed me an interesting book by Dion Fortune. In the book, Dion mentioned an organization of angelic beings who assist in times of disaster. They are known collectively as the Hunting Lodge. This group works with humans to stop certain events from happening. They would, for example, keep specific people from meeting if their association would create evil.

I immediately knew I was a part of the Hunting Lodge and had just been involved in a rescue mission that needed someone physically present in the third dimension. The angelic realm often needs a physical person, or their energetic spirit, to work with and though to facilitate their work.

Prior to this, I had focused on building my business and achieving financial success. When I started having these unexplainable experiences, I decided to learn more about spirit and find out what was happening to me. I was guided to work with Amy, an empathic Spiritualist from Sao Paulo, Brazil. She first connected me with my guides and angels by bringing them in and telling me their names, how old they were, and where they came from. I learned I was being assisted by about forty guides, angels, guardian angels, and beings from other dimensions.

As I worked more consciously with my guides, I began to realize they were inner-dimensional. They were able to communicate with me because they resonated with my vibration. They became a part of me. Through my guides, I was able to experience the energetic connections created as a result of their different lifetimes. Through these interactions, I was able to pick up the vibration of a Kahuna in Hawaii, an American Indian Medicine man, a mystic and psychic in England, as well as other guides in India and Peru. The information and wisdom they embodied became a part of me. As I realized this, I started looking at the concept of guides and angels in a different way. I had to answer for myself the age old question: Are we one or are we separate?

When I first started my spiritual journey, I believed guides and angels were separate from me. Then I came to understand that these beings were not only a part of me but also had always been a part of me, and that I truly was one with everything. This realization changed my way of internally communicating with them. Instead of having a linear communication with my guides, our connection became more holographic. I started getting hundreds of answers to my questions. Many answers allowed me more choices. The answers that held the most meaning for me depended on my focus at the time, on what I would allow to be true, and on how deep I could go into the meaning of the information. I began to understand that my life was not about the destination but rather about the creative experiences happening to me as my realities changed.

Over time my interactions with my guides and angels became quiet, and the pictures they showed me stopped. Everything was replaced by a peaceful, confident understanding. I became more open to the flow from God. It became stronger, purer, and more focused.

I continued to study and enrolled in hypnotherapy training in a Bay Area school. I took the required hours to become a clinical hypnotherapist and began seeing clients after work and on weekends. I also took advanced training with Dr. William Baldwin, one of the first past life regressionists who specialized in the release of spirits. Bill introduced me to a new world. He worked directly with entities and earthbound spirits. During a class discussion, he introduced the idea that earthbound entities were spirit fragments, and even though they are not physically present, they continue to learn and experience their lessons. My life changed when I heard this. I recalled a past time when I knew how to release spirits. I began to focus entirely on finding lost souls and spirits, helping them back to Source to evolve. This ancient knowledge was also a part of me.