Discovering Self-Healing

One twilight, early in my Andean training, I was descending a long stone staircase at Machu Pichu. For a moment, my attention was distracted off to my left and I mis stepped and twisted my ankle. That evening when I undressed for bed, my ankle had swollen so much that I had difficulty removing my boot. Without the boot my ankle throbbed  and throbbed. Lying in bed I was in doubt I would be able to get my boot back on in the morning. Morning was a hike through the cloud forest around Machu Pichu to a hidden temple deep in orchid abundant jungle. I was traveling light so I either wore my boots or walked bare feet.

So lying in bad pain in bed I had to admit I was in real trouble. My teacher at that time, Juan Nunez, would be of no help. Andean training was sink or swim. I was forty eight and had never offered myself a healing. Offering healings was a life time service to others. Now I imagined finding some point inside myself from which a self-healing would emerge. But no such point emerged. Frustrated, I found myself in mounting pain with an enlarging left ankle.

 At that time in my life, the healings I offered were  high vibrations of colors, mostly purple, sometimes green, yellow or white. These colors would flow from a point below my navel and I could modulate the intensity of the flow. Now, as I lie  in pain, an intense bright clear light filled my body sourced from no particular point within me. I was bathed in this intensity, then submerged inside it and finally asleep inside a self-healing.

In the morning my left ankle was pain free.