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In order to learn more about Therapeutic Touch, which I was using to help a sick friend cope with horrendous and chronic pelvic pain, I attended a weekend intensive at Pumpkin Hollow Farm in upper New York State. My fellow students enjoyed hearing about the healing games I made up enlisting the aid of the healee's imagination, in order to compensate for my lack of sensitivity to the physical cues T. T. practitioners feel in the "energy field." A massage therapist practiced on me combining Therapeutic Touch with a shoulder massage, and suggested that I had so much sadness, I should in my imagination take it into the woods and leave it there. My protest that there was a healthy kind of sadness was met by her suggestion that I had so much, I could leave a whole lot of it in the woods and still have plenty left. This won me over, so I buried some of my sadness in the woods.
T.T. people use main three healing colors, blue for soothing, cleansing, and calming, yellow for energy, and green for revivification. One of the teachers who had the gift of not needing to maintain her image as whole and healed, told us a story about a bad day she was once having, when she was becoming mentally unraveled, and felt unable to cope. She sensed something helpful passing into her from behind and turned around and someone said to her, "I was sending you pink light. I felt you needed it."
Before dinner in my cabin bed, I fell into a state between waking and sleeping, and a spirit seemed to come to me and pour pink light into my back, filling me with great peace.
As the workshop drew to an end, I went up to the teacher who had shared the story about the pink light and told her in a rather gushing manner about my trance-like experience in the cabin, thanked her, and hugged her goodbye. Later, my emotion seemed to me to have slipped into a kind of New Age foolishness. When, as we were preparing to depart, an elfin woman asked me how the workshop had changed my life, I felt a bit annoyed at the grandiose assumption behind this question and said that it had been a good workshop and I had learned a lot. She said that while driving home from her first intensive, she had the strong feeling that she would never be the same, although she did not know why.
Following that workshop in Pumpkin Hollow, the intense hay fever I had experienced since childhood, especially in May/June and September, left me for no apparent reason. The only explanation I could think of was the massage therapist creating a little healing game for me to play, and the psychic experience of healing pink light.