Some Spontaneous Imagery Delivers a Cure for a Lifetime of Indecision


Here’s a wonderful example of how one man’s intuitively based, spontaneous imagery healed his past and helped him dramatically with what had been his difficulty making decisions.

Actually, I’ve heard a lot of stories like this one, especially when I was working on my second book, Your Sixth Sense, which was on intuition and imagery.  

I love Wolf’s story – it’s fresh, altogether inspired and ingeniously healing. The best stuff can just pop like this into people’s heads from their innermost, smartest self...or perhaps from someplace way smarter than that.  

In any case, he didn’t orchestrate it.  It just showed up… and, as it happens, did some heavy lifting for him.

Check it out!  Here is what he wrote:

Tom, a young priest, and full of talk most of the time, came over one night all excited about a new healing/prayer form he had learned about.  He called it "Healing of Memories."  

"You want to try it?", he asked.  

I wasn't sure but I said that I would. 

"Ok, what is the one thing you remember about your childhood that you would like to go back and change?"  

So, after thinking about it for a few minutes, I told him about the time I was about four years old and Mom and Dad had divorced and were trying to get custody of me.  I remember the courtroom, the attorneys, the furniture -- everything.  

The judge took me back into his chambers and I remember this giant desk he sat behind.  (It was probably normal size but then I was a little kid.)  He handed me a Hershey bar (one of those flat ones) and asked me who I wanted to live with, my mother or my father.  

I froze.  First, I didn't like the flat bars but rather the ones with almonds which were concave on top.  

Second, I did not want to hurt my Mom's feelings by deciding to live with Dad and I didn't want to hurt my Dad's feelings but deciding to live with Mom.  I was stuck. I remember wondering why he could not decide for me.  

The judge then asked if I would like to live with my Grandmother and Grandfather and that struck me as being a way to not hurt either Mom or Dad, so that is what I did.  

But after that day, I found it really difficult to make decisions -- about anything.  That damn Hershey bar always came to mind.  It was as if, if I made a wrong decision, I would not be loved anymore.  
So Fr. Tom says, "Ok, I'll set the scene and you close your eyes and imagine the rest.  I'll shut up."  

Well, for him to be quiet constituted the first miracle, because he was a non-stop talker.  He told me to imagine being back in the courtroom.  I was to take it from there.  
There were glass windows in the courtroom, which looked like yellow pebble glass…. one whole wall of it.  The back door of the courtroom opened, and a guy in a robe, sandals, long hair and a beard walked in and sat down in the very back.  

Suddenly the glass in the window turned to stained glass like that you might see in Chartres Cathedral, and in one pane was this very white-skinned woman in a brilliant red robe standing there.  

She came to life and stepped down out of the window and handed me a rose.  She said, "This is a gift of love.  Your mother is a good person.  She loves you very much and she wants the best for you.  Your father is a good person, too, and he wants the best for you.  They both have made mistakes but they both love you very much.  This rose is a symbol of that love.  Now, whenever you have a decision to make, think of this rose.  No matter what decisions you may make, you will always be loved."  The guy in the back got up and walked out.
I opened my eyes and Fr. Tom asked what happened.   I told him.  

He jumped up and started dancing around praising the Lord and I said, "Hey, wait a minute!  I don't know if this thing works yet."  

But it did.  

And from that day on, making decisions came easy for me.  No more self-doubt.  No more hesitation.  And no more fear of not being loved.  Ever.

Wolf Dearborn