Since my sister’s death late on June 6 of this year, I’ve been particularly vigilant for messages from her or her influence on events. For several months now, I’ve been trying to arrange various commitments around a pending surgery on my arthritic ankle.
I had already told the orthopedic surgeon that the dates between August 15 and September 15 weren’t viable for me because of a Mercury retrograde. My sister, Mary, had told me when she was alive that I shouldn’t mention a Mercury retrograde to a medical doctor. She was an R.N. So I thought, Okay, I won’t say anything. But when he asked me why those dates were off for me, I blurted the truth. Mercury retrograde.
“What’s that?” he asked. So I explained it to him and gave him examples.I never hd the chance to tell Mary that he didn’t roll his eyes and laugh.
Between that visit and my most recent, Susan, a friend in Sarasota, a retired veterinarian, told us about a psychic healer – Ken Lloyd – who spoke at her spiritual center. She suggested he might be a good guest for our podcast. So we invited him.
I watched some of his videos of working on people at the center and emailed him and asked if he worked on arthritic ankles. He said the only areas he couldn’t heal yet were eyesight and hearing. So I scheduled a healing session with him via Zoom. I didn’t really know what to expect but at the end of the hour, I felt like I had visited a different universe.
He first looked for energetic blockages that might be preventing healing on the ankle. He found some and when he did, he spoke in what Susan called a language of Light. It sounds somewhat like tongues, yet different. During the last half hour, he worked only on my ankle. For the next several days, I felt enormous relief. It was as if I’d gotten a cortisone injection. I scheduled a follow-up session for the next week. More relief. But the swelling didn’t diminish, so at times there was pain just from that. But not from the arthritis.
After this second session, I had an appointment with the orthopedic doc. His nurse came in first and asked how the ankle pain was. I figured that if Mary had been alive, she would have discouraged me to breathe a word about a psychic healer. Instead, when the nurse asked, I replied, “I had a session with a psychic healer who really diminished the pain.” Her eyes widened.
“Wow, that’s fantastic!” She made a note in my chart. I sensed Mary nodding her approval.
Then Dr. Rochman came in. “I hear you got some relief from a psychic healer. Good for you!”
I was shocked. I had expected him to smile or laugh. Instead, he asked if Ken worked physically on my ankle. I told him no, it was all zoom.”But it works,” I said. “Like getting a cortisone shot.”
“Even if you had the surgery, Trish, it only gets rid of the pain. Your ankle will still be swollen. So if this guy can heal the pain, work with him. The mind/body connection is powerful and real.”
Once again, I sensed Mary approving. This attitude was completely different from what she would have felt when she was alive. She knew how much I had dreaded this surgery and had offered to come to Florida to help out when I was in the recovery stage.”You did the same for me after my knee replacement.” After her death, I joked that Mary would be peering over the surgeon shoulder when he operated on my ankle. Instead, I feel she’s responsible for surgery being eliminated as an option.
If the only thing surgery relieves is pain, why not work with Ken to relieve the pain? So now I’ve had a third session and the pain is minimal. Ken Lloyd will be a guest on our podcast on Monday, August 21. That episode will be posted the following Sunday, August 27.
My sense is that Mary led me to him.
So stay tuned. Ken is the real deal.
This is awesome. I’m so glad you have a doctor who understands and supports you.
Wow. That great.
Excellent. Can’t wait to hear him. Maybe he can help with my hip bursitis.
He’s terrific!
I’ve had reason to believe some not so visible friends want me to stick around for a while longer. Among other things, I’ve found white feathers in places where feathers shouldn’t be – the center of a bed, on a candlestick in the center of my dining room table………..
In early July I noticed I was shorter of breath than usual, and my feet were swollen. I didn’t think anything of it and would not have gone to a doctor, because the big medical facility I was in always made it such an ordeal to see one. But driving up Broadway I noticed a new facility had opened that advertised personalized primary care for seniors. On an impulse I walked in and checked it out. And I left changing my primary care, with an appointment to see one of their doctors in a few days.
The new doctor had all the time in the world for me! Among other things, she suggested I do a routine sonogram test at a local hospital. After the test the technician said “wait just a minute”. Then he came back with 4 doctors. I thought “oh oh, this can’t be good!”. It turned out I had a large and dangerous aneurism, and instead of going home I was wheeled into the ER where I underwent a bunch of other tests. A little over a week later I underwent open heart surgery. I’m now home and recovering. And indeed, I feel like I’ve been given a second chance, because that aneurism could, and surely would, have killed me.
I feel like I’ve been given a lot of Grace in this. Had I not changed doctors, had it not spontaneously occurred to me to check out the new primary care, I would not have known. I feel grateful.
Wow, Lauren. I’m glad you’re recovering!!
Very Interesting! looking forward to that podcast.
That’s amazing, Trish! I’m so happy it went that way for you. I recently had the VERY Opposite reaction from my Dr. It was ugly.
I need Ken in my life. Truly. I need him. How do I find him?
I’ll email you, Nat.