The
old saying, ‘Patient, heal thyself’, applies
to Urantia as a whole as much as it does to us individually.
In this, the Urantia Correcting Time, there will never
be a limit to the number of Celestial Healers, Teachers
and Advisors made available in keeping with Michael’s
mandate, Machiventa’s plan.
For the local and ‘imported’ Midwayers to do their
utmost, we as humans must also get involved in healing our
world in all known dimensions.
Meet Kiantha and Dashielle.
An Akashic Construct Participant reports: Of late, I feel
that at the door to my Akashic Construct room I need to say
an additional prayer, for this is a holy place, and I want
to acknowledge that God goes with me here (as always everywhere),
yet this doorway symbolizes a purpose, an intent that is
part of God’s will, to help, to ease suffering, to
rejoice that I am here doing this now.
This is to be an energy session for someone suffering from
severe smoke inhalation and minor burns. So I pray and say, ‘Thank
You’ for the presence of Michael, for accompanying
me here, and for God within the very walls of this building.
May I honor this ‘doorway into another realm’,
this purpose, and I give thanks.
I enter and check my brainwaves on the meter. They are registering
8 Hertz and that is good! I press button number 1. The elevator
rises, and I see what it looks like, its design. I am really
still getting to know the actual details of the room, even
though I have been here many times. My subject exits into
the room, and she seems at ease, not at all ill. She says ‘I
feel great up here. It is down in that hospital room I am
unable to speak.’
I say to her, ‘If we help you up here, you will be
able to feel it in that room down there in the hospital.’ She
seems to think that this is fine, and she gets onto the table
for our session. I was thinking of how exactly to heal her,
when, two assistants in the form of Kiantha and Dashielle,
the Midwayers I have heard the names of in my thoughts, come
in, and are going to do the main healing of her lungs.
First they whoosh with their hands and cleanse the lungs
of smoke, then they heal the tissue (probably special laser
beams in their heads?). They tell me to attend to the burns.
I think about this and come up with a special ‘air
salve’ that does not require me to actually touch her
skin to apply it, so I visualize air salve being applied
all over the subject to heal her burns instantly.
She gets up from the table and thanks us, and I tell her
she is welcome. I think of a stone to give her, then realize
she might need something more than that, but first she chooses
marble, for its cooling properties—a piece that fits
in the palm of her hand, and which is gently carved concave
on one side. I also give her more of the air salve, and most
importantly, some ocean air inhaler for her lungs to feel
better.
She once again says her ‘thank you’ and gets
onto the elevator and leaves. Kiantha and Dashielle are still
in the room. Kiantha uses her thoughts to communicate with
me. She is smiling a big smile (does she have dimples?) and
I can see her (I have not really seen my helpers before).
She has long wavy golden blonde hair. She is tall and muscular,
and she has a special happiness about her right now. She
is so glad to see me, and I her. As well, she is so glad
I am now setting my alarm in the morning to get into the
habit of getting up early so I can do healings or spend time
with Father.
She earlier tried to get my attention on that matter, and
yet I had a hard time with 5 AM awakening. She has a cute
smile. I now try to visualize the more reticent Dashielle,
but this time I cannot see him, although I know he is present.
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