by Betty Shine
While this was taking place I heard whispering in the corner of the room. I could not see anyone, but the whispering continued for several minutes. During this time I felt as though I was levitating, although my feet were planted firmly on the floor. When I had finished healing I left to answer the telephone, and when I returned the room was filled with a haze of blue energy.
Peggy was awake now.
‘I’ve been to the most beautiful place!’ she told me. ‘The colours were out of this world.’
I laughed, and told her that she had indeed been out of this world. I then gave her the whole story. She was thrilled, and delighted that she would not have to go through the trauma of an operation. But before she left I advised her to visit her gynaecologist for a check-up.
I had a telephone call from her the following week. She was shrieking with laughter.
‘Betty,’ she said, ‘you should have seen his face when he told me there was no trace of any fibroids. I told him about the healing and he just shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘I’ve never believed in healing, but with this evidence I may just change my mind.’ But he added, ‘Don’t quote me on it.’
I wondered how many years it would take for the medical profession to accept that there were many healing alternatives where drugs and surgery could be avoided. One of the simplest is a healthy diet and the identification of vitamin and mineral deficiencies.
A young lady in her twenties visited me for healing. Jane was suffering from asthma, eczema and numerous fleeting aches and pains.
She had been having treatment from her GP for two years, until she had insisted that he refer her to the local hospital for a complete check. They had given her the usual drugs and ointment, but nothing had worked. She was in despair. Then a friend told her about healing. She made an appointment to come and see me.
While I was healing her, I noticed a white energy building up at the end of the couch. As always when this happened I felt excited, and my whole body was tingling. Then Jane sat up.
‘My God!’ she exclaimed. ‘I feel as though I’ve been plugged into an electric socket.’
I persuaded her to lie down again, and explained what was happening. It can sometimes be a little frightening if one is not used to healing energies. Unlike Peggy, Jane was being stimulated so much that she never stopped asking questions and I had to ask her to be quiet for a while. During the silence I heard a voice say, very distinctly, ‘The cat has to go.’ I asked Jane whether she had a cat, and if so, how old it was. She told me that Poppy was just over two and the love of her life. Then she frowned, and said, ‘How did you know that I have a cat?’ I passed on the message, and informed her that she was apparently allergic to cats. Jane burst into tears.
‘I can’t possibly get rid of her, I love her too much,’ she said. When she eventually stopped crying we both sat quietly, working out the timing. It was obvious that her allergies had begun when she had acquired Poppy. It became clear to us both that her pet was the problem. Before she left, Jane asked me to continue with the healing, hoping that it would cure her allergies, and avoid a painful parting from her pet. Two months passed and, although she was a bit better, we both realized that the message I received had been correct.
I decided to meditate and to ask for a solution to the problem. It is a practice I have always used for my own problems, and I am constantly surprised by the unusual methods that are used to solve them. This was to be no exception. An acquaintance of Jane’s had been heartbroken when her own cat died of old age, and having learned through the grapevine of Jane’s predicament, begged her to let her have Poppy. Jane eventually let her beloved pet go, knowing that she would be well looked after. Three weeks later, with further healing, the asthma, eczema and the aches and pains had vanished.
A word of warning though, to anyone suffering from the same complaints. Please do not blame your animal. Every case is different, and there are hundreds of reasons why people suffer with these disturbing ailments. Stress is the main factor, and, of course, we can have an allergic reaction to humans too. So please, love and care for your animals. They too have the potential to heal.
I have given a detailed description in Mind Waves about how I was taught to give psychic surgery on the energy counterpart, but the whole story would be a book in itself. During the training period, I became aware of a particularly powerful personality working with me. I think he must have been attracted by my enthusiasm, because when he was around the atmosphere was electric. He pushed me to the limits, and it was this man who was mainly responsible for the eventual fine-tuning of my mediumship. Sometimes the diagnosis he gave me was complicated, and I could feel his irritation when I questioned it. Otherwise, we had a perfect partnership. Once, when I asked his name, he told me that names are of no consequence. It is the quality of the personality that is important. We did think alike. He also told me that continually thinking in terms of ‘self puts the mind into a vacuum which makes it impossible for us to link up with the Universal Mind and the source of all knowledge. In other words, egotists will find themselves perpetually static, unable to think of new ideas or find alternative paths.
I had occasion to doubt a diagnosis many times, and once argued my case quite forcibly. My patient was a man in his fifties, suffering from a persistent backache which prevented him from following his occupation as a builder. A medical specialist had diagnosed a slipped disc and I could see from the energy patterns that this was correct. The diagnosis given by my spirit doctor was a complete energy blockage in the groin. I could not see this, and so I questioned his opinion. This sparked off a few mental fireworks, which I felt were unjustified at the time. I would have eased the energy from the top of the head, to alleviate pressure on the spine and enable the disc to slip back into position. However, as the operation progressed I could see clearly that my teacher was right and that I had been presumptuous, as most students are. He removed a dark tight ball from deep inside the groin area, and informed me that it was a longstanding energy blockage. Immediately I could see energy rushing around the body like a miniature waterfall. My tutor then said, ‘That’s it,’ and left. He had not touched the back at all.
My patient was over the moon when he found the pain had gone. He strutted around the room, bent backwards and forwards, and laughed with delight as he became aware that his slipped disc had been cured.
Because the man had been quite sceptical about healing, and had only agreed to visit me to keep his wife happy, I did not tell him the true story. I did tell his wife later though, and she passed the information on to her husband.
‘I don’t give a damn who did it,’ he said. ‘I think healing is bloody marvellous.’
You might well ask, after reading the chapters so far, whether I am really living on this planet. And believe me, I asked myself the same question, over and over again during this period. Although I had always been a very spiritual person, my feet were very firmly on the ground, and yet my day-to-day life had been turned upside down. My previously very private home had been turned into a healing sanctuary, and the telephone never stopped ringing.
For as long as I can remember I had always been a seeker of knowledge, and perhaps this is the key to the mystery. Always looking outward instead of inward, I was projecting my mind energy into space, where it could absorb information from the Universal Mind. At the time I knew nothing of mind energy, but I was obviously doing the right thing, because my psychic powers had been developing all the time.
I had also been captivated by the information one could extract from the hand, and I practised palmistry and, later, medical hand analysis. Again, the focus on the hand became almost meditational and my mind, during these sessions, was free and expansive.
When I was in my early twenties – more than forty years ago – I studied vitamin and mineral therapy. Information was scarce then, but I was able to obtain the White Papers, listing all the latest discoveries, from the famous Mayo Clinic in New York. They were way ahead of their time, and so
was I. When I saw the transformation they brought to my own young family, and how they cured the dermatitis that my husband had suffered from since the war, I spent the rest of my life recommending remedies to anyone who would listen. I suppose there were those who might have considered me to be a crank but, to be honest, I never thought about it. I was too busy learning.
I had been similarly absorbed by my singing career, and had spent most of my time listening to and studying opera.
Opera, hand analysis, and vitamin and mineral therapy. In retrospect, I realize that I have always chosen to follow subjects that are open to ridicule. Was this chance, or was it planned from another dimension? After all, I had seen and heard spirits from a very young age. Why then, had I not been remotely interested in spiritualism – especially as my paternal grandmother had been a medium and spiritualist? I do not know! Neither do I know why the subject of the paranormal never crossed my mind. As far as I was concerned, the hand analysis was scientific.
I now believe that it was all part of a great plan. As the medium remarked when I first visited him, ‘You have been reading hands for so long – did you not realize that you were healing people whilst holding their hands?’ At the time, as you might have read in Mind to Mind, I thought he was crazy to suggest such a thing.
Over the years, vitamin and mineral therapy has saved my life more than once, and it has also helped hundreds of others who took my advice.
The singing! Well, it taught me discipline. And my wonderful singing teacher taught me how to listen, which is the most important part of mediumship, for listening in this profession becomes as much of an art form as it does with singing. A favourite phrase of mine is ‘listening to the audible silence’. Once you have found the key to another dimension, it is amazing to hear just how much ‘hubble and bubble’ is going on. It is rather like listening to the muted whispers of an audience before the conductor appears on the rostrum. There were so many conductors in my life at this stage but, when they raised the baton, peace reigned and there was a pure clarity in the voices of the communicators.
One such person told me something very important.
The planet in which you live is only a small cog in a gigantic wheel. But it is an important cog because the dimensions are indivisible, and negative influences have a devastating effect on the whole. Remember, the visible is only a minute part of the invisible.
Even though you may not be aware of the reason for our visits, not one single word or one particle of energy is ever wasted. It has all been measured.
Mind-blowing words indeed. I have never forgotten them.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was healing a young boy one day, when a spirit communicator indicated that he wanted to work through me. No name was given, but the power of his personality engulfed me, and I felt as though I was in a dreamlike state, as if I was floating. He then told me to repeat what he said, and although I did not actually hear him speaking again, the words that came from my mouth were certainly not mine.
‘I want you to close your eyes and listen to my voice,’ I told the boy. ‘You will feel your body becoming heavier and heavier, and as it does so your problem will disappear. You will feel happy and peaceful. Relax.
‘You are now in a complete state of relaxation. Your body will feel light and you will be relieved of the pressure this affliction has caused. Remember, you have no problems.
‘You are getting lighter and lighter, lighter and lighter. You may now open your eyes.’
When the child opened his eyes I was amazed at the difference in him. His eyes were actually sparkling, as though they had been lit from behind – very different indeed to the young boy who had entered my healing room with such trepidation. When he sat up his eyes travelled around the room and I could see that he was having difficulty in trying to relocate himself.
‘I have been to heaven!’ he told me. He was very excited, and described his journey into another dimension. ‘It was so bright and full of wonderful colours and I saw a lot of people. But they didn’t wear the same clothes as we do, they wore long white dresses.’ He laughed. ‘Even the men wore dresses.’ He was still talking animatedly to his mother as they left.
As it happened, my next patient was also a young boy who came in with his mother. I was given the same instructions and as I followed them he fell asleep. When he awoke, he told us of the very special place that he had visited, and of the wonderful colours, birds and animals.
I had so many appointments that there was no time to wonder about this new talent, but my healing room seemed to be electrically charged for the rest of the day.
Later, when I had a chance to think about this new episode, I marvelled at what had happened to me whilst I was actually giving hypnotherapy. For that is what it was. My mind had also partially left my body, and not only could I see my spirit teacher but I could also clearly see the energy counterpart of the patient – which confirmed that one does not see with the eyes but with the mind. The mind is made up of the same elements as the other dimension, and when it expands it becomes our ‘third eye’.
It was quite extraordinary how this new encounter changed my life yet again. Whenever I practised hypnotherapy the atmosphere became so charged that I received a shock whenever I touched anything metal. It was also obvious to my patients that something remarkable was happening, as the following stories indicate.
An elderly gentleman had been visiting me for three weeks. He had chronic arthritis, and although I had been able to alleviate his physical pain, his mental agony over the way he had treated his late wife was still intense – so much so that he confided to me that he did not want to live. On his fourth visit I became aware of the awesome presence of my spirit teacher. As always, the atmosphere in the room was electric. My patient seemed to have gone into a deep sleep without my having uttered a word, and almost against my own will I went through the hypnotic routine. It seemed rather odd at the time, as the man was obviously already relaxed. Then my teacher said, ‘All will be well.’ He was certainly a man of few words, and I wondered whether his power over others had prevented him from becoming a good conversationalist. He certainly had not been a politician, of that I am sure!
I brought my patient out of his trance and gave him a few minutes to pull himself together. His first words were, ‘I saw her, I saw my wife!’ Although he was smiling, the tears were pouring down his face and soaking into his shirt. He sat up and, still looking dazed, told me that he had been in a room that had had a bright orange glow, and whilst he was gazing around, a door opened and his wife walked in.
‘She told me that I must stop worrying,’ he said, ‘and that there had been faults on both sides.’ He held my hand as he slowly dried his tears. ‘She told me that she still loved me, you know.’ Twisting his handkerchief in his hands, he said, ‘I don’t know how she can, I’m such a miserable old bugger.’ I told him that I had not met one perfect person in my life and was never likely to, and this seemed to cheer him up. He asked me how it was that he could see his wife, even though she was dead. I told him of the phenomenon of mind energy, and explained how the presence that had entered the room had done so with a specific aim in mind – to expand his mind energy to such an extent that he could see into the other dimension. Like so many other healings, the meeting with his wife had obviously been arranged before his visit to me.
Although his arthritis had gone, my patient visited me every week for the next five weeks, hoping that he would relive the experience. But it was not to be. I taught him the rudiments of telepathy, and assured him that he could talk to his wife at any time and that she would be able to hear him.
Six months later, I received a card from India. He was there studying Buddhism. A seed had been sown, and he was obviously reaping the harvest.
My next story is about a young man named Martin.
When Martin first visited me he was suffering with acne, pains in his arms and legs, frequent headaches and a host of other minor ailments.
I gave
him healing on three separate occasions, but it became obvious to both of us that the healing simply was not working. Because of the success I was having with healing in general, I was surprised and disappointed; and so, of course, was Martin.
However, I persuaded him to return for a fourth visit. As he walked into the room he looked around and said, ‘Have you been burning incense or something?’
‘No! Why do you ask?’
‘Well, the room is full of blue smoke,’ he told me.
‘Can you smell anything?’ I enquired.
‘Well no, I can’t.’ He frowned, and said, ‘What is it?’
I explained that it was healing energy, and that very often it was so dense that people could not see me, and thought I had vanished.
‘There is so much power in the room I think something great is going to happen,’ I told him. Before I had finished the sentence I could feel the power of my hypnotherapy teacher moving in, and so could Martin.
‘Betty, I think there is a spirit here, I can feel it.’ As he spoke, his eyes were alight with wonder. ‘I’ve never seen a spirit,’ he said.
I slowly talked him into a hypnotic state and, as I did so, I could feel my own mind energy lifting and the now familiar floating feeling. I looked at Martin’s body and saw a map of the meridian lines and chakras. But the most amazing sight was the mind energy – it was so compressed that it became obvious to me why the hands on healing had not worked. I remember thinking that it would take a miracle to disperse the congestion. And the miracle was about to happen. I watched silently as fingers of mind energy started to leave my patient’s head, slowly at first and then with a rush. The fingers of energy turned into a cloud, and gradually formed the normal shape of a halo around his head. Looking again at the meridian lines and vortices, I was delighted to see the activity that was taking place in the energy counterpart. It was all systems go!
