HEALING MEMORIES

"FROM HEALING MEMORIES" : JOHNNY ISSEL : The healing I was called to do with Johnny just before he passed is etched in my Heart with the fingers of the Divine forever. When I met him at the entrance to his Kenilworth flat, he looked at me strangely. For a split second he was taken aback, as he did not know I too had, by now, vitiligo. The last time we saw one another was at Muizenberg library ~ two souls deeply within themselves. Then he had no words for me. We mostly spoke with one another in silences. Long pauses between unnecessary words. He could hardly walk but wanted to help me carry the healing bed up the stairs ~ It was soo funny ~ he knew he could’nt, but still insisted, holding the top of the bed ~ Just when I was wondering how I was to get the bed upstairs, the caretaker passed by & automatically helped, orchestrated by Spirit. Johnny's flat, at this time, was very sparsely furnished. He had only one cup or so it seemed ~ offering me a cup of water as if it was the last cup of water on Earth, cradling the cup with both hands, saying he already had his cup of water. The kitchen was vacant, like a blank page. There did'nt seem to be any food or fridge » it was like a space in ether. The bed was clothed in white linen with nothing else in the room ~ everything was sparse ~ It felt like a piece of Heaven ~ so holy, so open, so clean ~small but spacious. And a bit eerie. Very silent, still. He wanted me to make a judgement on the space. I did not, could not : There was no judgement to make. I knew he was fully ready to pass on & over. His eyes pierced mine & my Soul bled for him, knowing he knew it was time to go ~ We were in a vacant pause : Surely he had passed into the realm of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran ~ for a brief minute I recalled a few lines on death from Shakespeare that Steve Tshwete had recited to me when he was bored with parliamentary debate. Johnny had lived FULLY. There was nothing else for him to do, but pass across the Veil. He sat on a fold up canvas chair in a brown check nightgown & slippers. My eyes opened as wide as saucers ~ I was becoming my Highest Self. I asked why he had waited in the cold at the entrance. Johnny replied that he got up at 4am to wait outside for me. He knew full well that our appointment was only at 10am as he had called the day earlier to confirm the time. He said he felt a bit strange in the flat as no-one was home during the day. There was a deathly Silence on that morning. The trees outside loomed huge & waved through the curtainless window. Some pigeons landed on the window sill, tapped on the window, then flew away. We conversed a bit about healing & the differences in energy waves. He told me about his own studies of healing when he was overseas. He asked to experience the difference between Reiki & Seichem, but said he mostly wanted me to do The Reconnection. Johnny could just about manage to climb the healing table. My Heart pored tears for this incredible Soul. When he listened to my explanations he was listening to the strings of my Heart~ It was the most ASTOUNDING Opportunity God Almighty had given me ~ no-one else listened the way he listened » except maybe Madiba, but Madiba listened with humour & joy ~ Johnny listened with his nerves, no, with his quivering pupils, his nostrils, his skin, as if he was about to pounce on any dot of untruth ~ but also with intensely profound respect » Then the healing began. I cupped his head in my hands as if I was holding the Head of Mother Earth. It felt extremely heavy, with a readiness of the Ocean in song. Spirit took me straight into The Reconnection ~ I worked on strings & strands in his brain » His being transformed into a deep & completely whole state of absolute Peace – The room shone with an effervescent angelic green light, a smell of amber & wood forest all around ~ Great Angelic Forces alighted » We merged with ALL- THAT- IS ~ our cells one with all of Humanity = all the loose ends in his brain was being connected now, with Univeral Mind. Total Pure Wholeness, vast open spaces » stories in windows that did not matter. We dissolved with Spirit- Johnny's skin became luminous. It seemed his eyes sunk to the Centre of Earth, below the heavy lids. The Sun now shone brightly. The room become syrupy warm. The hour was both a second and an eternity. It was done. He was ready for his Maker. Beloved Johnny ~ Thank you for remaining one of my Guides to this day. I love U. {I am forever indebted to Michelle Festus who paid for this healing many years ago, which allowed me to put petrol in my battered car & get to Johnny from my house-sit in Glencairn at the time, to where he was in Kenilworth} Aluta Continua.