The Buddhist monk healer

I have just finished teaching some people about wild foods, and I want to go for a walk to get away to a quiet spot to still my thoughts and ground.

I wander to this spot where there is a lot of wild life, and a few people follow me. All of a sudden I see above me in the tree canopy, a huge bird fly above. The shade from the wingspan passes over head leaving a sense of awe at the presence of this being.

I quicky climb into the shade of a bush to the side of the road, and up a little embankment to see if I can get a better view. There is a lake at the top of the embankment, a small lake which is very beautiful, its in the back garden of a mansion.

I find a feather of this great bird. It’s a Canada Geese bird.

I am on a series of small islands that have been turned into a torist attraction because they used to be islands that were used to make toxic materials .

These islands now contained no toxic materials, but they still had all the old barrels, with the toxic sign on, and it had a very strange feel to this place.

I am exploring this place with my friends.

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I am with someone, a female , who is in a wheel chair, and yet every once in a while this person becomes me.

Ill explain…

She has this problem in her leg, which focuses around her knee area, a patch below and a patch above.

And yet I am also experiencing this problem in my leg. And it’s the same problem.

We are walking around this bigger island now, and there’s a medical practice on the island. This island is a beautiful sunny island and its really warm. I have this pain in my leg, but I keep ignoring it, until, one day, while chatting to a friend, the pain gets really quite bad, so I decide to look at it again. (its been a few weeks since I last looked at it.)

I take off my trousers, and there are these two gaping holes in my leg, that have eaten all the way to the bone. Why didn’t I feel more pain than this?

These holes, one above the knee and one below the knee, both on the inside of my leg, are huge, and I can see inside them and I see these rotten snakes inside.

“Oh!” I remark to my friend who is sitting beside me. “I didn’t realize they were this bad, I better get these seen to! I hope I haven’t left it to late! Perhaps they will have to amputate my leg.”

So, I organize an appointment with the doctor who is this Buddhist monk who is visiting the island, and on another bright sunny day, when lots of people are visiting the medical practice, we go over to get the work on this leg of mine done, but this time we are pushing this female lady in the wheel chair to get the work done on her leg.

We push her to the top of the hill, and we ask the people if they have seen the Buddhist monk. “He was up here earlier”, they say, and we look down the hill. “because he couldn’t find you he wandered on…”

Oh no! perhaps its too late to get this leg sorted !  I see however that , after finding no sign of us at the bottom of the hill, this monk is walking back up the hill, and hopefully we will see him. My leg, by now, is practically a skeleton of a leg. I can see all the bones exposed and I am surprised that the bones have not fallen off my body.

Lets hope we can get this sorted!