When I was 8 days old; (May 7, 1955) I was in a severe car accident. I was thrown through the windshield of the car and across the highway. My mother and sister were killed in the accident. From the accident; I had massive head trauma (my pituitary gland was injured), there was clotted blood on the brain (so the doctors ran hollow needles through my skull to drain the clotted blood), and my right eye came out of the socket (in the accident, and the doctors had to put my right eye back in. When I was 13 days old; the doctors told my father and his sister (my aunt) that I had 0% chance of survival, and if by some miracle I survived that I would never walk or talk (I guess the Great Creator had other plans for me). My father and my Aunt literally threw me away; so I was raised by guardians (Christian" Fundamentalists. Every time I slipped up and demonstrated my psychic gifts and told them who was calling before they could answer the phone, told them when someone was lying, or told them that friends of theirs were separating or getting a divorce (as if I had been sitting there in the room; when they would get me out of the house before the adults would talk). My guardians labeled it Satanic, and did their best to beat Satan out of me. I still carry many knots and scars on my body from being burned with cigarettes, and being beaten with anything they could get their hands on (including broom handles, ashtrays, and once an iron poker!). From the abuse I received, in my youth, I carried a chip on my shoulder the size of a jumbo jet, and in my unenlightened state I did many things that I would regret later in life. Over time, that chip on my shoulder transformed into a mountain or guilt and shame for the things I had done early in life. In 1973; I had the extreme good fortune to encounter a Qigong (chee gong) master Lao Tsang (Chinese culture lists the family surname first). Originally Tsang taught me Taoist meditation, then a few weeks later; he saw the grumpy old bear side of my nature just about take a classmate apart. Tsang dragged me off to his home where we had a 90 minute chat (about my anger and hostility) where he did all of the talking. At the end of our little chat; he decided to teach me Qigong instead of doing nothing and watch me destroy myself. Tsang had to break his oath (not to teach Qigong to Americans) to his sifu (seefoo). Learning Qigong was very difficult. Tsang spoke English as a second language, and my western trained mind could not or would not accept the notion of ch'i (Qi) an energy that can be accumulated in the body, then directed by the mind to do things. Meditation and Qigong introduced me to energy work. I credit energy work with saving my life twice!
Qigong had a dramatic change on my life; but did not relieve me of the guilt and shame for things I had done earlier in life. Over the years I have learned several other energy work modalities In 1998 I was so messed up mentally, emotionally, and my Unihipili was diverting so much mana to keep those faulty programs running that I nearly died. Then I was introduced to HUNA, then HUNA made a HUGE impact on my life.  © Copyright 2003 |
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