Not actually sure how to spell woo-woo… In plain language, Maria and I went to see the new healer today. She was quite awesome. We went to her house, she’d just, 13 hours prior, gotten in from a week in Hawaii, but she seemed fresh and happy to see us. Maria was very stressed when we got there–jerky, mouth pursed, stiff legs; but Julia did something (can’t recall what) and Maria just relaxed, then really took a liking to her.
Julia’s been around the world, taking classes on many types of healing; has a PhD in craniosacral whatever, is currently taking a series of courses in shamanism. She does similar things as the chiropractor, but she talks more (which I like), and she’s a bit more spastic (which I also like). Her hands move very fast at times, and at other times they were still for several minutes. She did the “tummy sandwich” that Barb (physical therapist) does (one hand on the pubic bone, the other hand below on her lower back, like the hands are bread and the body is the meat). One time she was spastically scratching Maria’s head with her fingertips, and almost had Maria laughing. It was very cute! She showed me what to do when Maria has a fever, something else to do to calm her. I actually felt the pulses that she was talking about. She thinks if I am still and clear my mind that I might be able to communicate telepathically with Maria. Sounds interesting, yet I have a problem trying to still my mind…
She felt something around Maria’s left hip, so she told me we need to work on range of motion for her legs/hip joints (I told her about the other mom whose daughter had the hip joint surgery because of her lack of standing, walking). She also said the left side of her brain was much more dense and hot than the right side. Good? bad? Just is. She doesn’t think there are any parts of Maria’s brain that are missing (thank you very much). She also poo poo-ed the demonic nonsense (the faith healer thinks the seizures are demonic–remember the dark ages??). Julia works with an angel reader, and when she told her she had to go meet a 3-yr old with hydrocephalus, the woman said she saw a lot of white lights, which means Maria is surrounded by angels. I told her about Maria “reading the messages in the air from aliens or spirits”, and she said she thinks Maria can see the angels. She noticed when Maria looking around when we got to her house; her interpretation is that Maria was looking at the angels in the room.
I know by now that probably my dad, certainly my step-mom, and possibly many others reading this are rolling their eyes so hard they have a headache, but look at it this way–this hurts no-one; it makes me feel better; it makes Maria feel better; it’s good, positive, and loving energy; so what’s the harm? Remember back when Maria was born and the neurosurgeon saw a mass on her MRI, didn’t think it was cancer, probably not a tumor, never seen it before. I put Maria’s name on the Distant Healing Network website so Reiki masters around the country or possibly the world sent her healing energy, and, as I predicted, in December 2004, the mass had disappeared. I think there’s something to some of the woo-woo.
I told Julia we don’t allow negativity around us–got rid of her original GI doc who insisted that we put a G-tube in Maria’s belly, even tho’ she was eating fine, and wasn’t aspirating. Getting rid of her original neurologist (I hope), who tells me every time we see her that she’s convinced Maria had a stroke in the womb and feels she has missing and/or deformed brain tissue. Haven’t been back to the neuro-otologist, who when Maria was 6 months old, practically demanded that she get a cochlear implant within a couple of months–this before we’d even sat down, as I recall, and we’ve been told since that would be a mistake. Don’t plan to go back to the faith healer who blames Maria’s demonic spirits on sins of her past generations. So, let that be a warning to you–no negative energy around us!!
Maria had a couple short episodes when we were there. Ate well when we got home and actually drank 8 oz of milk between 3:30pm and 6:30pm or so–I think Andy mentioned she hasn’t been eating so well, and neither milk nor juice can hardly pass her lips. She went to bed early, fell asleep probably 2 seconds after her head hit the pillow. I’m hoping we can go to school tomorrow. It’s been a week since she’s been, she’s going to have to get used to it all over again.