UPDATE: the book is finished and you can find it here: Heal Your Emotions
I’ve been working on writing my next book, which will be one of the best and most important things I’ve ever created. It’s (tentatively) called Basic Intuitive Energy Healing ::: Heal Your Mind ::: A Scientific Approach to Speaking your Brains’ Languages and Turning Pain into Power and it includes over 50 simple yet highly effective healing techniques that you can use on yourself (or if you’re already a skilled energy healer, you can apply them to others for good effect).
I’ve been wanting to write it for about ten years, but the time wasn’t right until now. In hindsight, the reason is obvious – I thought I knew a lot ten years ago, and I did, but I’ve learned so much just in the past year that the book will now be far more complete and useful than it would have been then.
Once upon a time, you found yourself wandering through a deep, dark woods. You didn’t know exactly where you were headed, but hurried along the path just the same, hoping to escape the unpleasant shadows and the too-cool breeze that made you wrap your arms tightly around yourself and shiver.
Out from the darkness came distant, unpleasant voices in faint, scarcely-audible whispers. “You’re not good enough,” they said, “why even try? You’re a fool if you think you’ll ever be happy again!”
“Nobody loves you,” others murmured. “You’re all alone. You’ll always be alone.”
You pretended to ignore the voices as you hurried along, but deep inside, you knew they were right.
“Ouch!” cried a voice from just over your shoulder. “I hurt!” You immediately whirled around to see who spoke, but the second voice was right and you stood all alone in the woods.
Even so, you suddenly remembered the dull ache in your heart that would never completely go away. Sometimes you could forget about it for a while if you busied yourself with distractions, but each time you slowed down and relaxed, you always found it there waiting for you.
From deep within your memory, you recalled happy images of sunny meadows and warm beaches, and more than once it occurred to you that you were walking the wrong direction. Each time you turned around to go back, however, you found those happy memories still behind you.
You eventually accepted the fact that you can never go backward, only forward, and if you wanted to escape these woods, forward was the only direction that might get you there.
You hurried along for a while longer, hoping to find a warm fire before nightfall, when you heard a noisy group of travelers approaching you from behind. As they drew near, you heard their laughter and it ignited a flicker of hope within your breast.
“Hallo!” one of them shouted in cheerful tones as the group approached you. “Enjoying your stroll all alone, I see!”
“I suppose so,” you replied, “though it’s rather cool this evening.”
“Ha ha ha!” the traveler roared as if you had said something dreadfully funny as he caught up and walked alongside you, but when he noticed the way you hunched over slightly and wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, he stopped laughing and instead looked mildly puzzled. “I say, cheer up!” he said brightly. “It’s a beautiful world, isn’t it?”
You longed to stay with this happy troupe in case some of their cheer rubbed off on you, but they kept a fast pace and you couldn’t keep up. Eventually their voices faded in the distance, their laughter absorbed by the surrounding trees.
From then on, however, you began to notice many other people walking the trail with you. Some looked even more unhappy than you, staggering under heavy burdens or crying silently to themselves as they went along.
Some looked busy and intent on something or other, hardly looking up as they walked. Some stopped to play or ran in circles, seemingly in no rush to arrive anywhere at all, while others stopped dead in the path, staring blankly forward or giving up entirely and laying down to fall asleep.
You wanted to hurry faster, but by now you had grown tired and you couldn’t even keep up your former pace. So when a park bench appeared alongside the trail, you gladly plopped down for a rest.
After taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment, you turned to examine the man sitting next to you, who appeared so engrossed in reading a book that he hadn’t even noticed your arrival.
“Oh, hello,” he said after you had stared at him for some time, then turned back to his book.
He seemed nice enough and you felt suddenly in the mood for some friendly conversation, so you interrupted him with a question. “Rather cool here in the woods this evening, don’t you think?”
The man glanced up again, then looked around himself, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time. “Is it?” he asked. “Well, I’m very sorry to hear that.”
That hardly makes sense, you thought to yourself, then asked, “How do you mean?”
The man looked up again and, resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t tolerate being ignored, set the book on his lap, his index finger marking his place. “I said I’m sorry to hear that it’s too cool in your woods,” he repeated.
“Oh, they’re not my woods!” you proclaimed adamantly. “I’m only passing through. I don’t know about you, but I don’t much care for dark, cold woods.”
“Oh, neither do I,” the man agreed fervently. “I do my best to stay away from them.”
What a strange person, you thought as you tried to make sense of what he was saying. “Then what are you doing here?” you asked.
“Me?” he replied. “I’m enjoying this book in the park.”
“What park?!” you shouted, beginning to feel slightly annoyed. Perhaps the man had spent too long in the woods and had lost his mind.
But the man only laughed good naturedly and said, “I could ask you the same question – what woods?”
You stared at the man for a moment before deciding to give it one last chance. You wanted conversation, not madness, and if the man couldn’t handle that, you’d just have to find someone else to talk to. “What are you talking about?!” you blurted out abruptly.
“Oh!” the man replied, looking startled. “I’m sorry…I thought you knew.”
“Knew what?!” you demanded.
“Your woods,” he answered somewhat apologetically, “you’re not in them. They’re in you.”
The truth hit you like a sharp slap to the face, and for a brief moment, you felt like you could not breathe. He was exactly right, of course. It was absolutely true. The woods – the entire world, perhaps! – were primarily a creation of your own mind.
Oh, sure, the real world did actually exist – you’re not a butterfly dreaming of being human or any such abstraction, but your experience of the world, that was another story. That was mostly fiction no matter how real the whole facade appeared.
You looked up at the tall trees towering over you and tried to make them disappear by telling yourself they weren’t real, but nothing happened, though you did feel slightly comforted by your new-found knowledge.
You looked around and perceived somehow that some people walked in warm sunshine, while others slogged through chilly bogs. You glanced at the man and got a vague sense of his quiet city park. You looked back at your woods and wondered how you might escape them. Hurrying along the path, apparently, wouldn’t do much good.
When you looked back at the man, this time you found him staring at you. “Here,” he said, handing you his book. “I’ve already read it twice and you like you could use it more than me.”
You didn’t quite know what to think, but you reached out and accepted his gift anyway. He stood, patted you on the shoulder, said, “You’re going to be okay,” and walked slowly, calmly away.
As he vanished into the woods, so did his park bench, and now you found yourself seated on a fallen log. You glanced at the book again and read it’s title: Heal Your Mind.
“Hm,” you muttered to yourself, then opened the cover and began to read.