Cancer and the Druid Priest
New Mexico -1990

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.

 
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