the magic key
Between my body and my spirit lay the uncharted and intangible territories of my mind and my emotions. Getting that precious light into my mind was now critical. I desperately needed to learn how, before the surgeon cut out any more little bits of Bren.
I was at a complete standstill in my journey towards perfect health when a visit from an old friend turned out to be the most remarkable coincidence yet.
My friend Maggi was on her way to a house in the next road to mine, for a counselling session with someone who practised a healing method that I had never come across until that moment. She had not heard about my breast cancer and her sympathy turned to astonishment when I told her how many times I had visited the Edinburgh Breast Unit.
finding the key
‘Bren,’ she said, ‘you need EFT’ it will give you the key that you are looking for!’ She explained that EFT, or Emotional Freedom Technique, is a form of counselling intervention that draws on various theories of alternative medicine including acupuncture, neuro-linguistic programming, energy medicine, and Thought Field Therapy.
She gave me a phone number and before long I found myself joining a group of men and women, all of whom were looking for answers to their own various health problems.
I learned that what went on in my mind really mattered – it mattered more than I could ever have dreamed.
Unbeknown to me all the traumatic events that I experienced during my life had left dark shadows in my actual being, closing down my emotions, sucking the light from my soul and damaging the very cells of my body.
So within the safe environment of the group, which was run by Alan, a wise and gentle man, I gradually unravelled a pathway that would lead to my eventual peace of mind.
Whilst going through bothersome situations in our mind’s eye, we would systematically tap various acupuncture points on our bodies until all the blockages were cleared.
One by one the traumas of my earlier life were brought to the surface and I learned how I could accept them and move on, not to forget, but to stop tormenting myself about what could never be changed.
Far more damaging were the deeply buried perceptions that I had held about myself since childhood. These patterns had etched themselves into my subconscious until I believed that I deserved to be ill. But they were misconceptions that could be identified, dealt with and then released.