Cancer and the Druid Priest - New Mexico, 1990
by Doc Howard 

I played a lot of steel darts for a number of years while traveling around the Western States.  I must admit I got to be pretty good, I sure played a lot.  I was in a bar in Rio Rancho, New Mexico throwing darts one evening, surrounded by a mixed group of people. Most of them I would categorize as being slightly on the rough side.  Now, I try not to judge people, however it appeared to me that most of these folks were not what I would call aware. 

I had not been there very long when I heard Spirit talking to me.  I want to explain what I mean by that.  When Spirit talks to me, it is a strong voice in my head that tells me to do a certain thing.  It is more than the "little voice," and sometimes we have a difference of opinion, this was one of the times.  I was being told I could and should help this woman, who I had just seen enter the booth to the side of me.  I was NOT in the mood and ignored the prompting for a little while.  THEY would not leave me alone.  I figured that it was easier to deal with it then spend the night arguing with Spirit.

I approached the women and her husband, who were obviously having a bad day.  It is a little difficult to walk up to a stranger, introduce yourself, tell what you do, and say that Spirit told you to come over and help them.  Well, I took a deep breath and did just that.  She asked me if I knew what was wrong with her.  I do not usually label a dis-ease, but I did on this occasion.  "You have cancer in your stomach," I told her.  This really started her crying, and she told me that she had just come from the Doctors this morning where they had told her she had cancer in her stomach.   "I can help you if you want me to," I said to her, which she agreed to.  

I kneeled down to the side of her, put my hands on her stomach, and asked for a healing for her.  I worked for a few minutes then I got up to leave.  They both thanked me, and her husband asked if I accept gifts. I replied that I do and he said he had one for me.  He then told me a little story. " Before I give it to you, I have to tell you that it is broken.  When I was fourteen years old my Grandfather died.  Before he died, he told me he was a Druid Priest.  He also told me he had a gift to give me and that I would meet a man when I was older, whom I would give the gift to.  He then told me the gift is broken, and that this man would be able to heal it."

I held out my hands and he placed his gift in them.  Now, this gift was not something you could physically see, it was on a different dimension.  However, I could see and feel it. It was a stone tablet that was a couple inches thick, a foot and half wide, and two feet high.  The tablet had writing on it that I did not recognize.  I noticed it also had a crack in it as he placed it in my hands that ran from the top right corner to the bottom left corner.  The first thing I thought of was what am I going to do with this thing?  No sooner had I thought this, than the answer came.  I was told by Spirit to hold it in my hands and ask for a healing for it, as if it were a person.  I did just that, and immediately I saw the crack disappear. 

All of a sudden, I was not in the bar anymore.  My whole reality changed in an instant.  I found myself in a field in front of a domed rock.  A door hinged open and I entered inside.  In the middle of this room stood a shaft or pole.  I walked over to the shaft and sat the tablet on it.  The tablet had a groove on the backside that fit right on this pole.

As I did this, a Druid Priest appeared beside me saying he was finally free.  He continued to tell me he had been bound for many years by this magic and I had set him free.  He was bound to no man now, other than me, and that was by choice.  I told him he was not under my power or anyone else's

I then returned back to the bar in New Mexico.  When I was aware of my surroundings, was I surprised to see what was going on in the bar.  All around there were people who were healing other people.  There were girls giving back rubs and other people doing energy work.  The conversations were about spiritual matters and the energy was wonderful in the room.  It was quite an experience; I sure had "judged" this group wrong.  I catch a glimpse of this priest from time to time, I wish him well in his freedom. 

David's Healing - Aug. 1996
by Carol Howard 

There are so many people that come and go in our lives, it's hard to remember the details of the work we do, and it would be too much if we tried.  Once in a while we have an opportunity to really touch some one's life and the details remain as if it were yesterday.

One of these times was at the Air Show in Oshkosh, WI. in 1996. For the past few years we had helped out Ralph who demonstrated a variety of items at the show.  This particular show will bring in close to half a million people. We were there for 10 days and the days were long and usually hot.  At the end of each day things would finally quiet down and we would hang around the booth to relax and catch up on the day's events. It was on the third day, after a busy afternoon, when the subject came up about the healing work we do.  Ralph's friend Mike was interested in a demonstration and asked Doc to read his energy field.  Mike had some lower back pain that he wanted help with.  Off to the side of the booth where we were at was a grassy area, and this is where they were headed.

It is not unusual for a crowd to gather when people notice something "different" is going on, and this time was no exception.  When Doc was done, Mike was surprised with the results and was expressing his delight.  A young man who introduced himself as David that had been watching Mike's healing, now stepped up to Doc.  In a faltering voice that was hard to understand, he asked what Doc had been doing.  Doc explained that he worked with Energy Healing and was able to read the body, see the blockages, and correct the patterns, so that the body will heal itself.  David asked Doc if he would work on him. 

The way Doc reads the body is to scan the energy field or the etheric field with his hands.  Usually, he starts at the head and works his way down, doing a full scan first before returning to any particular area that requires work.  He had only gotten as far as David's temple and stopped.  I saw him read the pattern, then again, and then a third time.  Whatever he was seeing or feeling obviously had caught his attention.  He spent quite a few minutes on his head and I could tell that he was in deep concentration.  He would say a few words quietly to David and continue to work. 

His girlfriend, who stood watching the whole process nearby, accompanied David.  I could tell she was moved emotionally herself, as were we all.  Doc continued through the whole body and ended by balancing his chakras.  By this time David was in a very emotional state and I could tell that he had a profound experience.  He and his girlfriend both gave Doc a hug and left.  When Doc came back to where I was sitting, he could barely talk himself.  He told me he didn't know what had injured David, but that he could feel his pain and emotion over it.  He said he "saw" that his temple had taken a sharp hit and had "messed" up the circuitry.

The next afternoon David came by to see Doc and they went for a long walk.  David explained to Doc that he had gotten seriously hurt when a golf ball had hit him in the head, resulting in a coma that had lasted for days.  When he awoke, he had lost most of his motor skills, memory, speech, and some of his bodily functions.  He had been a semi-professional golfer, and he was heartbroken that he may never get to play golf as he did before.  He went on to say that yesterday he could barely talk, not even enough to tell Doc his story. After the healing there had been so much improvement that he had to come back and let him know.  There was something special that had happened between Doc and David, and more was yet to come.

The next evening a new and improved David visited us.  Doc and I were pleased at the continuing recovery.  David was with his father, who had come especially to see Doc.  "Thank you for giving me back my son", he said over and over.  "I don't know how you did it, but I am so grateful."   Doc explained that God is the healer, and he is the instrument, and was glad he was there to help.    David spoke of how he felt and his speech was noticeably clearer than the day before.  He said he was getting memory back and felt that Doc was an Angel.  I remember the look on his face and the appreciation in his voice when he talked of the gift Doc had given him, the gift of a better, healthier future. We saw David a year later and he was totally healed.  He thanked us again for our work and said he was playing golf as good or better then before.

The body knows what the perfect pattern is for optimum health.  Sometimes that pattern gets a little "snagged" and needs to be reminded how it really is.  When this is done, healing occurs, and so it was with David.  P.S. in 1997 we returned to Oshkosh and David looked us up and informed us he was going to massage school and working with healing.

 

DENTAL HEALING - 1992
By: Carol Howard 

The first year after we left California, Doc and I returned for many visits with my family and friends.  My family was still "warming up" to Doc, and some of the things he did pushed them out of their comfort zone.  My brother Andrew was living at home at the time and he loved Doc right from the start.  Doc has always seen the potential in Andrew, and Andrew appreciated this. 

We had been at the house for only a few minutes during one of these visits when Andrew asked Doc if he could please help his friend Sharon, who lived across the street.  It seemed that this young girl (about 22) had all her wisdom teeth pulled out at once and was suffering a lot of pain.  Doc told him he would work with her, and he had barely gotten that out when Andrew ran back and brought her to the house. Both sides of her face were really swollen and it hurt just to look at her.  I think that Dental Surgery is on of the worst things we have to deal with, it was no wonder she had all her wisdom teeth pulled at once.  Because Doc requires that the person receiving the healing ask for it, he wanted to know from Sharon if she wanted a healing.  She could hardly talk which was understandable, but she did manage to nod her head. 

Doc has so much compassion with people who are in pain like that.  He placed his hands on the side of her head and began to draw the pain out.  As he is doing this, the body is restoring itself, and the swelling usually goes down pretty quickly.  He worked on Sharon for a few minutes sending energy back into the area, then told her to sit quietly for a few minutes.  It was obvious right away that she felt better because her eyes cleared up. She went to stand up and was very dizzy.  Doc asked her to sit back down and told her that this happens to a lot of people.  "You will feel dizzy for a few minutes because of the extra energy I just gave you.  It is like over-charging the battery, and you have to let it dissipate." 

It wasn't very long before she was ready to leave, and the swelling had gone down quite a bit.  Sharon told us she hardly felt any pain at all and was very grateful for the assistance Doc had given to her recovery.  We did tell her to take it easy on her mouth for a few days, and to follow her Doctor's recommendations.  We never saw Sharon again, although Andrew told us she never had any more problems with her teeth after that.  I have always wondered, why do they call them "Wisdom Teeth," anyway?

Healed Her Back....
By: Carol Howard

We used to travel all over the country working at trade shows demonstrating a product we sold.  Many days we would demonstrate at our booth all day long.  This was hard work if the show was busy, but most of the time it was worth it.  The great side benefits of doing these show was the wonderful people we had an opportunity to meet all over the Country and the adventures we went on.  Most of the time I would do the demonstrating and Doc would take care of all the back-up work.  I encouraged him to do this because it left him free to do the real work we do, which is our healing work.  Inevitably, Spirit would lead someone to us or us to them at almost every show. 

At one show, when it was towards the end of the day, Doc was sitting in the back of the booth, which was next to an open aisle and a side wall.  We had put an extra chair on the outside of the booth in this aisle, and as I looked, a women in serious pain was making her way to this chair. A man had just walked up to see a demonstration of our product, and this was his wife who was with him. She asked Doc if it was OK to sit there, and he told her it was obvious that she needed to sit down.  I proceeded to talk to her husband for the next 20 minutes while I sold him our product.

Meanwhile, Doc was talking to the women and she told him that she had not wanted to come today, but it had been so long since she and her husband had gone anywhere together.  They had been in a serious car accident and she had damaged her lower back very badly.  It hurt her so much to walk that she just wanted to go home and lay down, and that was where they were headed when they stopped by our booth. 

I watched out of the side of my eye as I saw Doc talk to her.  I knew that he would approach her with the idea of alternate healing methods, I could see it coming.  Normally he wouldn't say anything, but she was certainly ready to try anything to feel better.  I decided to make sure that I kept the husband occupied so that Doc at least had a chance to talk to her for a little while.  Doc asked the women if she ever considered any alternative methods and she said she would try anything to feel better since regular therapy didn't seem to help much.  He then told her that he worked with Energy Healing or Bioenergetics.  He explained what that was to her, and she agreed that she would like to try it, right now, and right there. 

I watched as Doc worked on her back for a few minutes.  He did ask her to stand for a couple of those minutes and then she sat back down in the chair.  I finished up with her husband who was a nice man, and who had periodically kept an eye on what was happening with his wife.  I guess he must have not thought to much about it, he didn't say anything to either one of us.

When he was ready to go, she got up to walk away with him.  She said good-by, thanks and walked away, while Doc and I stood there watching them.  She was holding on to his arm when she suddenly stopped.  We watched as all of a sudden she started to jump up and down.  She was gripping hard to her husbands arm, and from 20 yards away she was yelling at him that she doesn't hurt anymore.  "I can't believe this," she was yelling, "I don't hurt!"  Her husband was stunned by this time and was standing in the aisle with a perplexed look on his face.  His wife turned back towards Doc and literally ran to him and hugged him.

"What do I owe you," she said?  "You don't owe me anything, just be well and take care of yourself," was Doc's reply.  She thanked him again and went back to join her husband who still didn't know what was going on.  I'm sure she caught him up on it later.

There is a great joy in being able to help someone and have the healing be instantaneous.  It would be great if they were all that way, but everyone if different, and it is important that we keep detached from the outcome.  The healing is unconditional, and it is important to us to work from a place of love and that God's will be done, not our own.
 

Healing  the Motorhome
by Carol Howard

This story is a true testimony to the power of positive thinking and that there is NOTHING that is impossible.  Doc and I were on our way to Los Angeles, traveling West on Hwy. 10 somewhere between 100 miles from where we had been, and another 100 or so to the first sign of civilization.  This means we were out in the middle of nowhere, in the desert, and we decided to pull off the side of the road for a quick, necessary break. 

The motorhome had no sooner come to a stop when we were engulfed by smoke.  If you have ever experienced being in a motorhome or car and it starts to smoke, well, you know how we felt.  Doc literally flew out the door as I grabbed the fire extinguisher.  My heart was pounding so loud I almost didn't hear the anguished cry that came from Doc as he said, "Oh no, we lost our transmission."  I called out, "are we on fire?"  I was very pleased to hear that we were not, and he didn't know why.  The transmission fluid had poured out all over the hot exhaust pipe, resulting in the smoke we had experienced.  I went outside and Doc was in a horrible state of mind.  He pointed to the 50 yards by 3-foot patch of fluid on the ground that ended under our motorhome.  My heart sank and my stomach turned.  I turned to Doc as I stepped back into the motorhome and said, "I don't accept this.  This is absolutely not happening and I will not accept this as real!" 

We had an appointment to make in Los Angeles, and it was very important that we be there.  A breakdown was not on our schedule, and I was upset, as was Doc. After he had made certain that we were not going to catch on fire, he returned inside the motorhome.  "I don't accept this either," he said.  I replied that "we create our own reality and we can change this." 

Doc and I then went into gratitude.  We thanked Spirit (God) and our guides for fixing the problem and we didn't care how they did it.  We explained that if there was a reason for us to be stopped for some reason, that was OK, but a breakdown was not.  We decided to give it an hour or so, and have some lunch.  We would check things over after that and make our decisions then.  We knew this would give the engine time to cool down and us also.  When that hour had gone by, Doc started to check all the fluids.  Brake fluid, fine, oil, fine, steering fluid, fine, transmission fluid, was also completely full.  WHAT!!  Doc couldn't believe what he was seeing; the transmission fluid was not missing a drop.  Now, I know I saw it on the ground behind us, now he was telling me something different. 

A smile came over both our faces at the same time, a miracle had occurred.  We had prayed for divine intervention and had received it.  This was not a small miracle, this one was a BIG one and we were very grateful and expressed it. Doc turned on the motorhome and put it through the gears, all worked.  With a big smile he headed on down the highway. 

We came upon a rest stop up the road and decided to stop and give it another look, just to be sure all was OK.  Again, we needed to let it cool down.  Doc went on a little walk around the area and came upon a young man with the hood of his car up.  Doc and I try to help anyone we can and mechanics is something Doc is very good at. 

He asked what was wrong and it was not good.  To make matters worst, this man was on his way to a new job in Oregon, and if he didn't get there he and his family would be in big financial trouble, he was really worried. 

I had assisted Doc in vehicle repairs before, so I know how he can improvise with what he has.  We carry with us in the motorhome a HUGE assortment of stuff to fix just about anything, but not a new thermostat for this man's car.  The piece was cast iron and not fixable, usually.  Doc made a gasket from some gasket material, mixed up some epoxy, and bolted the whole thing in place.  It settled for about an hour and it worked fine. 

The man was very thankful and we were happy for him, and he was on his way. Doc and I realized that Spirit was answering this man's prayers when we broke down. We probably would not have stopped at this rest stop if we had not had the transmission problem, or had been there to help out.  We have expressed to Spirit to please find a way to get us where we are required, without the stress we went through with our motorhome.

 

 THAT STABBING PAIN - 1992
By: Carol Howard 

This is my own personal testimonial of the first time I had an opportunity to experience Doc's seeing abilities in conjunction with past life issues.  I wouldn't call it Hypnosis that we did, but rather a light visualization that opened up a memory I still carried at the cellular level. This story really started back in 1983, when I began to experience a small pain in the lower left side of my stomach.  It was not constant, but there often enough to cause me discomfort.  I ignored it for awhile, thinking it would just go away, but the pain became worse and more frequent to the point where my system would simply shut down.  It really got to be a problem when I went to Hawaii for two weeks.  I found myself spending a lot of time in the Doctor's office while I was there, and was miserable most of the time.  I returned from my trip determined I would find out what was happening to my body. To make a long (many years) story short, I had numerous tests to try to discover the source of the pain, and most of those tests were not what I would call pleasant.  The Doctors could find no reason at all, including food allergies, why I should be having this problem.  I learned to "live with it" as most people do when they can't find a way to solve a health issue, but I wasn't happy about it.  I was in just this state of mind when I met Doc in Albuquerque. 

We were at his friend's house when I told Doc about my stomach problem and that I would love to have any assistance he could give me with it.  He first started with an energy scan to see where the blockage was and determined the source of the injury.  He then told me he would like to do a little visualization with me and he would guide me if I got stuck.  He told me to go to a green forest and walk through this forest as if I knew where I was going.  He described the area vividly and requested that I tell him what I looked like.  I described to him that I was an Indian maiden about 25 years old and I felt I was in South America somewhere.

With Doc's guidance, I saw that I was part of a small group of Natives that lived in the woods.  We were a peaceful people and I was a very trusting person.  That is why I did not suspect that I would be betrayed and stabbed by someone I knew, and die a slow painful death with a wound in the lower, left side of my stomach.  My Father in that life turned out to be Doc.  He was a medicine man then, and he could not help me with my injury.  I survived for about a week in horrible pain, constantly begging him to end my misery.  When my Father could stand it no more, he ended my life for me by hitting me in the head with a large rock. 

Doc took me to the higher levels of my oversoul and we released that memory, clearing it out of my cellular level.  I forgave the person who betrayed me, who I know in this life, and I let the whole thing go.  Doc then did some energy work on me again, and I have not had a problem with that part of my body since.  Up until that time I had believed in reincarnation, although it was not a reality for me, until after this experience.  I have had other issues that Doc has helped me with, and I am always amazed at the implications concerning the topic of Karma and how it effects who we are now.  Doc is an amazing individual, Healer, and Spirit Specialist.  I am blessed to be able to call him my Husband and best friend, and I know he is truly a gift from God.