Letter from Maurice Bradley Healer and Tutor

References to the local hospice began to attract my attention the last being difficult to ignore, too much of a coincidence we often say. I applied to become a volunteer, no mention was made of my work as a healer. An interview was arranged and I was told ‘someone would be in touch’.

The volunteer manager from the hospice phoned me for an informal chat and realising we knew each other in a healer-patient capacity the chat turned quickly to business when I was invited to the hospice as a volunteer therapist, not altogether by chance !

My first few weeks were educational, while other therapists including ‘Reiki Practitioners’ enjoyed acceptance. I learned the hospice movement had a problem   with the name ‘healer’ for fairly obvious reasons. So with discretion and my Samaritan training standing me in good stead I allowed patients to talk to me offering healing where appropriate

Word gets around when people feel something beneficial and frequently now I find myself unable to see everyone who wishes to see me.

After a year or so I was privileged to have been able to help and make many friends, inevitably many of whom have passed to spirit. I feel some new ground has been broken for healers. The enclosed note is one man’s experience of healing, a lifelong self-confessed sceptic. It is included on the Rosetta Life website and is available to all other hospices. Hopefully when seen it will encourage hospices to take on healers without fear.

One mans experience of healing

January 2004, was the worst month of my life. My sister and sister-in-law died and I was diagnosed with lung cancer, I thought my world was ending, I went from being a self centred opinionated big head to a crying, depressed wreck.

Thankfully I was offered plenty of support and I don’t mind admitting I needed it. I went to my local hospice day centre and the staff were amazing. I had some counselling which was a big help. It was there I met a healer, now I must say I have never believed in any hocus-pocus so you can guess my reactions when he offered me some help.

But being terminally ill I thought what the hell, so I had a session with him. I noticed the benefits almost at once, and after a few sessions of chatting and healing I mentioned my wife who has Alzheimer’s, was having a bad time, very quarrelsome, like a Doberman with a wasp in his mouth. He offered to SEND her some healing, now this I didn’t believe. But within a week my wife was a different person, laughing, joking and being so nice.

Now I don’t’ care whether you believe me or not, and I am not a born again anything.     I am telling you my experiences and yes my life is much better, my mind has been opened and I think I am a much better person. I was given six months to live, that was eighteen months ago and I have never felt better.

I guess what I am saying is open your minds and try new things, you just never know.

Be Lucky. John Dair