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This past July, my 84 year old Mom, Ellie, arrived for a visit.  She lives in Windsor, Ontario and I live in Pittsburgh, PA.  She is a delightful sprite, and drives a brand new mini van.  She is also immensely independent.  My brother Mick (the one who died for 29 minutes during a Retreat in May, 2013, and came back a new man), his wife, Nicole, and three of their six children would arrive the following day from Switzerland.

Ellie was sick, and that was very unusual.  She has had asthma for years, but that’s it.  She has not been in a hospital for 61 years, since the birth of my youngest brother, Jeff.  She asked Leni (my daughter and one of our Intuitive Readers on this site) for a healing.  This was huge!  She is very aware of what we have been studying for years, and kind of dabbles in it, but, well, you know Sally, you go out and experiment because, uh, I just really can’t buy into it.

Leni and I were sitting outside and she said she did not really know how to approach Honey (the name she is called by her grandchildren) because she could feel her terror.  For those of you that know Leni, she is just so damn sweet, and would never hurt anyone.  I told her that she could leave that part to me.  I told Ellie that she was terrified, and she admitted that it was true.  I told her that Leni could in fact do a healing, but there were things she would have to do for herself.  I wrote down the Holoponopono prayer, and the short form of atonement prayer, that we had learned from Nouk Sanchez.  She spent the entire evening, writing it over and over.

She arrived the next day, and there was nothing wrong with her!  Mick, et al had arrived and we spent the entire day stomping all over downtown Pittsburgh.  Ellie kept expressing amazement as to how good she felt.

The following day we all headed out for a kayak trip in Franklin, about 1-1/2 hours north, where my brother Jeff lives.  Ellie stayed at the house, with a cousin, cooking, as she is not fond of water sports.  When we arrived back at the house, I almost shit when I saw her.  She was so damn sick.  And then it became quite clear that she was back in her world of agitation.  Back to the arguing, gossiping, etc., her “normal” way of being in the world.  Actually, almost everyone’s normal way of being in the world.

She left for Canada on Sunday.  On Monday, she went to a clinic as her family doctor was unavailable.  No relief.  Back to the clinic on Wednesday, and again, nothing was helping.  Finally, on Friday, a doctor put her in an ambulance and sent her to the hospital.  Against her wishes.  But, hey, sometimes clearer heads must prevail, whether Ellie liked it or not.  Now her ankles were very swollen, and she was having a hard time breathing.  The following morning, she fell, complete with a huge bruise on the left side of her head and now a CAT scan was ordered.  Bottom line:  Ellie was a mess.

Jeff and I headed to Windsor on Monday morning, a Canadian holiday.  I was so relieved when I saw her as I could see she still had the fight in her.  That strength would become very important in the weeks to follow.  And whew, she was pissed off!

One of the nurses came into her room and told us they had performed a CAT scan, and there seemed to be no bleeding on the brain from the fall, but they were concerned about the asthma and now her heart.  She was wearing a heart monitor and they would keep her under observation for a few days.  One of the things they told her was that when she was released, they would be assigning her a social worker to visit her in her apartment.   So, she made the decision to check herself into a hotel.  And, here is why:  no one has been in her apartment for over 20 years.  She seems to think she has this guilty little secret, and maybe it’s about hoarding.  Since none of us have been allowed in, our minds have run rampant.  At least, that is what she thinks, viewing the world from her perception of it.  I know, sounds confusing, but this does get cleared up.

On our way home, Jeff and I discussed the possibility that I would approach her about getting into the apartment.  He said he could not do it, admitting that he was critical of her.  I said, well, maybe, it’s time to change your mind.

The following week I returned to Windsor, and met her for breakfast.  I asked her that if someone, maybe a social worker, came to her apartment, would she be allowed to live there.  She turned her head away and did not answer.  I said, well, that’s a no.

My daughter, Leni, had asked her guides to give her some information on this classroom.  They told her that if Ellie did not allow me in to help her, it would be catastrophic, ending either in her death of being physically removed.

I told her what the guides had said.  And here’s a funny thing:  she loves and adores Leni as only a Grandmother can, so, she can hear things from her, that she cannot hear from me.

She looked at me and asked if I thought she was crazy.  I laughed, and said, yes, but in a very good way.  And that is true.  But, if someone from the outside comes checking, they are going to bundle you up and take you somewhere you don’t like. Let’s try and avoid that, whatever it takes.

I told her I would be back in 30 days and we would begin.

And that began a 30 day epic battle where I would need every bit of my sanity to walk her through this.

…to be continued

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