Glenna Heller

We’ve all experienced conflict, and I believe we’ve all experienced having been victimized. What I’m to share with you today is true. I’ll share with you what happened to the conflict that my daughter, Brooke, has been living with all of her life until three of us made an invitation to Holy Spirit to join us in a healing.

I had been having some trepidation at the idea of driving in the Colorado snow after having been away from it for so long. The morning that the tiny 16-seater landed on a clear Durango runway, I knew that I was being taken care of spectacularly. The weather was gloriously sunny, and the ground, completely snow-free. I hopped into my little blue rented Bug – another miracle – and sped off to be with Brooke and Ti-Rose, my grandbaby. Both were taking the day off, Brooke from work and Ti from pre-school, to be with Grandma (me) on the first day of my visit. I could barely contain my excitement.

Giggling with delight, I fought with Brooke over the car keys. She wrestled them from my hands and was in and behind the wheel with lightening speed. This was her dream car – along with the color. (I had asked for a 4-door mid-sized. I suppose the car rental company had made a mistake…you think?) For the next 9 days, I would surrender the car to Brooke for her joy. My joy would be found in her eyes.

I located my baby in the dimly lit nap room where classical music played softly through speakers mounted near the ceiling. Upon waking, she threw her arms around my neck, catching me emotionally unprepared and tears burst from my eyes like a well-spring. Quietly, so as not to wake the other children, I held her tightly in my arms while Brooke gathered her shoes and coat. My darling young women!

Brooke told me that every baby should have an Aaron in her life. Any reluctance I had to meeting him melted away in the first hour. Hilariously funny with the baby, he made the three of us women laugh until it hurt. I found him to be disarmingly honest and direct, yet his approach was kind, even gentle. Aaron is Brooke’s partner and best friend, companion and Ti’s co-caretaker. Meticulous in his hygiene (he even has his nails done), he is a strange combination of race car-mountain climber-massage therapist-esthetician-cookie monster. I loved him immediately. Then I discovered that he was open to Spirit. That did it.

I’ve not done readings for many years. My psychic expertise had been in two areas: diagnosing difficult medical problems that physicians could not detect, and assisting folks who had difficulty in their businesses. But then I took on some work with the police on Kauai Island and had a hard time shaking the experience of a murder on which I was working. It became so unnerving that I refused readings since. But when Brooke and Aaron asked me together, "Won’t you please just do this one reading for us?", unequivocally, I got a yes from inner direction, confirmed by the waves of joy sweeping through my body. I was as excited as they. What was about to happen was a miracle in healing.

A Course in Miracles tells us not to seek love because love is our natural state of being when all is clear. Rather, search for places of fear (or un-love). Ask that those inner places be brought to light and shined away by Holy Spirit, so that they are no longer shadows in the night to be feared, dreaded or hated. As the fear disappears, love floods in to fill the space. Miracles, our birth-right, will continue to be given us. Brooke has been holding a place of hatred, fear and grief all of her young life. Years before, she had approached her assailant and confronted him with rage. Her grief did not disappear. But before our reading, as always, we prayed. We asked for help from God with all issues that were to arise. We were all ready for an unveiling. In ardent prayer, Brooke, Aaron and I invited Holy Spirit to join us in this work. Spending some time on the issue, Brooke could not release it to Spirit on her own, and I heard that my work was done. I was to leave, return to my hotel room, and join them in the morning. I did as I was directed. Aaron was empathetic with Brooke, but admittedly didn’t fully understand. They told me they would follow my instructions. . I had given them a process to do. I asked them to begin with prayer.

It was barely 6 a.m. when the phone rang. A tearfully exuberant Brooke said, "Mom! Get over here! You won’t believe what happened!" The faster I tried to get ready to go, the more I was moving through molasses! Before I was able to reach their front door, high-pitched, fast-speaking voices gave the account of what had occurred after I left the night before. They had followed my directions to perfection. Still, Brooke said she was having trouble letting go. She could bring it up, but was stuck with the anger. Mid-process, Aaron stood to close a window and was instantly overcome with the grief, sadness and fear that Brooke had been experiencing. The moment he took it on, Brooke was released completely! Aaron, still in the experience, cried, doubled with her pain. Then in a clean sweep, the pain was taken from him. Then again, Brooke allowed the next issue up, released it to Aaron. Aaron again had the full experience, and then released it to Spirit. And again! Two more times, a total of five times; a total of five issues had been released. Brooke and Aaron then ended their evening in tearful gratitude to God.

The healing is apparent in the color of Brooke’s complexion and in her stance. Free. Happy. Alive. Financial miracles are occurring for her. Where before there had been an absence of understanding between her and Aaron, once he experienced her pain, they were extremely close and very much in love.

I am reminded that the power of two or more of us coming together to God to reveal to us those dark and scary issues, then to ask for and be granted a healing is nothing short of magnificent. I ask that we all do this. Perhaps we could each find a partner. Try it in your lives. On my way to work this morning, I thought how fabulous it would be to begin my work day by joining hands with a co-worker, inviting Holy Spirit into our day. What could our world become?

© Glenna Heller

March 22, 2000