Introduction
In 2002 a woman I knew telephoned me in Scotland from her home in Holland. She was very distressed and upset as she told me that very unexpectedly a friend of hers was now dying in hospital. Her liver had crashed and nobody knew why. The woman was calling to ask me to help her friend. I tuned into her friend and after I was given permission released a huge amount of what Buddists call "the black smoke of disease". At the time I felt it could have filled a small concert hall. The next day the woman telephoned and joyfully told me her friend was miraculously still alive and was stable, no longer deteriorating. 

 

Why
Distance healing sessions are useful .....

 

 

Case Study
(The names are changed to preserve confidentiality)

Beloved Hugo
Here is your session report. I feel there is a lot within it, many symbols, much meaning for you to think about and very interesting. There was a lot of unhealthy energy cleared and I hope you begin to feel lighter and better within yourself. I look forward to hearing back from you when you are ready to feedback to me. Be good and kind to yourself my love.
Love and Blessings and a big heart hug to you and Eljah
Anne

27 June 2006
When I connected with Hugo it was as if he was sitting in a cage which was underwater. There were bubbles coming from his mouth. He looked as if he had acclimatised to living underwater, so it was as if he lives with a huge amount of feeling energy which overwhelms him and keeps him stuck. The only thing he could do was keep breathing. He was not drowning but he was imprisoned under a great weight of water, of feeling energy. He looked as if he was used to it, as if he had forgotten any other way of being.Then I became aware of a merman holding a trident. He had a crown upon his head. Poisedon. I understood that Hugo was his prisoner, and I understood that Hugo was in this situation because he had forfeited something.
"What did he forfeit"? I asked.
"Himself", came straight back. Poisedon sat down upon his throne. It seemed that he was staying.
"Why would he forfeit himself"?
"Because he wanted to. In other circumstances some would say he sold his soul".
"Did he"?
"No, but he is mine".
"Is that why he can breathe"?
No reply.
"Why don't you release him"?
" He is free to go ". It was as if Hugo had always been free to go. But I guess you don't realise that when you are behind bars and under water.I moved closer, "My Lord, thank you for coming and being helpful". I felt that he was going to observe me, see how I would get Hugo out of here. It was a big job. Beings were coming in, most of them I recognised as my helpers, yet I felt that there some of Poisedon's people here. Maybe there were "independent observers".I went to the cage and pulled upon one side, opening it up so it was no longer a place which restrained Hugo. Instantly he weakened and fell upon the floor. It was as if he felt safe in this place, as if leaving it was shocking and scarey to him. I scooped him up, into my arms. I was reminded of Oscar Wilde's book, "Portrait of Dorian Grey", because Hugo was aging and weakening and dying even, in my arms. It was as if he had a mindset that very very powerfully said he could only exist, only be young and beautiful in this cage where he could do nothing, could not express himself.I put him back in the cage and slammed the side back on. Poisedon was beside me, poking at Hugo with his trident, as someone would stretch their foot out and touch something on the ground. "See what I mean"? I did. Poisedon then turned around and I saw his big burly back moving away. Suddenly there was much more space around us. Poisedon's retinue had gone with him. It felt as if Poisedon had hung around to see if Hugo could take the opportunity to leave. He hadn't. He was not ready. I stepped back and knelt on the ocean floor. He seemed to be regenerating. I spoke, "Hugo, Hugo, beloved, beloved". I wanted him to feel the love. But Hugo was not within the cage. I saw a man who looked like a yogi, sitting in the lotus position, with long white hair. His skin was white, he wore a white loin cloth, and he was smiling at me. It was not a nice smile. It felt malicious and it felt as if Hugo had this entity within him and the entity had just done his party trick. Don't touch me, I'm in charge. See what I can do. That was how it felt to me. There was a piece of his loin cloth lying upon the floor of the cage. I got a hold of it and was pulling upon it. Instantly the cage was gone and we were no longer underwater. I did not know where we were as everything felt indistinct. It could almost have been sitting in the clouds. I leaned forward and yanked the cloth. The yogi looking guy was no longer there. It was like a great grey serpent was there but at the end of the serpent, instead of a tail, were two feet. I grabbed them and instantly swung into action. I slashed them off with my Sword of Truth from Arch Angel Michael and then slit the skin of the serpent. I pulled out the innards of the snake down the whole length. It was wet energy, as if the entity had no bones and the flesh had been within the serpent, slowly decaying. It was really filthy energy. I settled to clear it. No longer were we in the clouds. It was as if I was standing upon a huge grey plastic sheet, the size of a football pitch. It was waterproof because the energy was fluid. It was stagnant and had bits and pieces within it, which I felt were organic and body parts. Oh it was really big and dirty. I started cleaning this away. It felt important that I knew what was in the fluid and debris, like an ancient soothsayer who studied the entrails of an animal.I understood this stuff was really toxic because my cleaning squad actually had protective clothing on, which is unusual. Everything was being brought into the middle and then I found the skin of the entity. It was as if the snake skin had transformed into the skin of the old man I had seen Hugo transform into. It was like a big body suit with no bones, just filled with decaying fluids, like a dead body decomposing. This was what we were standing in. This was big strong stuff. I understood the precautions. But also somewhere in here was Hugo's power. I was feeling under the water, reaching for the big shining sword I knew was in here. It felt like Hugo's sword. I grasped it and pulled it out, swinging it about my head until it gained a momentum which I used to throw it towards Hugo. It flew from my hands and immediately it was landing, tip down, and sticking in the floor of his cage. It was like the sword in the stone which only one person, Arthur, could remove. It was for Hugo to take his opportunity to take his sword out and face his destiny. I was concerned. I needed to ensure that the dirty energy was cleared, scrupulously cleaned away, and I wanted to go to Hugo. But it was to Hugo I went because that is the way it went.Here was Hugo in the cage. There were only three sides and he was sitting, in the lotus position, meditating, with his hands resting upon his knees. It was Hugo looking like himself and he looked serene. Hugo was in the "cage" and the sword was tilting out of the ground, clear of the "cage". The ground was like sand. It was as if the water energy was here but as dampness within the air. Everything was changing very very fast. As if clearing the toxic fluids from the entity had cleared the weight of water Hugo was trapped under. I looked back at the cleaning squad and my captain gave me the thumbs up. That was good enough for me. I sent it all into the great recycle bin. Great.I turned around and saw there were no restraints around Hugo. He was becoming the yogi but it was Hugo the yogi looking strong and beautiful. He was sitting in the lotus, and the sword was tilting out of the earth behind him. The sword was still vibrating with the impact of landing. I looked at Hugo and he had a beautiful white light, which at first I thought was a big diamond shining at his third eye.I sensed that he was fragile, that he had much healing to do, that he needed gentleness and sleep and sleep and sleep and rest. No pressure. But he could heal. I realised that the energy I had cleared was like arthritis energy can be throughout the musculature. It is as if you had a piece of meat, a big steak, which was beginning to turn, becoming greasy, covered in slime. That is how arthritis energy can feel to me, and it is painful to move. It was as if this had been through his entire body. As soon as I had thought this Hugo was standing and had put his hand upon the hilt of his sword. He pulled it out of the ground like it was real casual, no big deal, and slung it across his back. He stood and smiled at me, golden man. Aha, this was so interesting. He was upon a horse* looking like an ancient Greek warrior. It reared a little and Hugo had his sword in his hand and had raised the hilt to his third eye and honoured me. He circled the horse around a few times. It felt as if he wanted to give me a lift out of here upon the back of the horse. I would have liked to have gone and continued but my time was up and I felt satisfied with this session. It felt as if he wanted to continue with this work. I gave my thanks and appreciation to all our help. I put my hands to my mouth and shouted with all my energy, "Hugo, hurray"! * horse medicine means power in the native American way.

 

From: Hugo
Sent: 27 June 2006 12:29
To: Anne Ward
Subject: Re: Session Report

Now, two days after the healing, I still feel the changes. I have more energy, more creativity and I'm much more open for telepathic channels.Of course you can put the session report and the feedback on your website! To me it was a great experience, for it was my first distance healing. I didn't have a clue what to expect. But now you've done it.......WOW! I think it's a good thing and important to share this kind of experiences with a lot of people. Maybe it helps people to decide to take a distance healing, for others it will be "just" an acknowledgement. So.....please do so! We definitely keep in touch.With love, Hugo, NL