Saturday 29 May 2010

What’s too private to share on a blog?

I think it’s important that a blog is representative of the writer. Readers form relationships with blogs and because of the nature of my work, and style of my writing, it’s easy for perceptions to be formed about me. Yes, I have incredible experiences with spirit, but I’m more than those experiences.

I tend to share personal information about myself with clients and groups I’m speaking to. This builds trust, and I feel it’s more appropriate to talk about myself than someone else. Also, I’m the product, the healing experience happens with me. I’m more comfortable wearing jeans and a tee-shirt than a suit. I don’t like shaving, I like to have a beer with dinner; complete transparency is essential for a healer.

Here’s my dilemma though, how much information is too much. Everyone deserves to have a private life, but I don’t want people to perceive me to be someone I’m not.

One of my missions is to break down stereotype beliefs around healing. Let’s call this the Jesus myth. One of my clients was a principal of a Catholic school, and I mentioned that Jesus was standing beside him. He thought about this for a while, and then politely said that he didn’t believe so, because if Jesus was standing there he’d be able to feel him. He then said that he had attended world youth day with tens of thousands of young people, and he felt that the energy he experienced there was Christ’s energy. If Jesus was standing beside him, that’s what he believed he’d feel. I glanced at Jesus; he shrugged, and then smiled.

So what do you think, how much information are you comfortable sharing? Is there something you want to know, or not know, about me? If you’re a blogger, do you also have this dilemma?

I’m also thinking of changing the name of this blog to, Simon Hay Healer.

Here’s some more New Zealand photos.

We didn’t do this, and the beach was empty

Multi tasking

The stable is now a Food-store

Where’s your dog?

The ugly side of travelling in NZ

Entrance to treaty grounds, Waitangi

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Monday 10 May 2010

My Twitter Policy

If you follow me on twitter I usually reciprocate and follow you back. This doesn’t mean that I endorse your product or services. I’m not your best friend. If you tweet a racist or sexist comment I will block you. I estimate that 40% of followers have been spammers or click here to see my sexy photo. Block!

The number of people following me doesn’t mean anything to me. My ego is satisfied when my dog licks my face. This happens a lot, which means I have a clean face and smell like dog spit. It’s the people I appreciate, and if I think you’re interesting, informative, or funny, I’ll retweet you.

Twitter is like standing in a crowd at a sold out music concert; it’s easy to lose your friends, but sometimes you bump into a stranger who’s interesting to talk to and drinks your brand of bourbon.

Tweet you soon, Simon.

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Tuesday 4 May 2010

Healer or Conman?

I’m about to hop on my soap box. It won’t be pretty. First, some background.

A few weeks ago a guest was introduced as an international healer. Apparently he’s performed mass healings in South America. He personally told me he had healed three thousand people in one session.

He entered the church near the end of the service. Members of the congregation lined up in front of him. Those in line were asked to clasp their hands to protect themselves—from what? Curious, I joined the line.

Individually, people stood with their backs turned to the healer. He held his hands either side of the torso, almost under the arms, and people fell backwards. They were guided to the floor. The healer placed one hand near the collar bone and the other hovered over the chest or head. He’d ask the person to wake up and then direct them to stand up.

Moving behind the person again, the routine was repeated, but without the fall. If the recipient stumbled he’d say wake up. Some people were obviously disorientated and in a daze. Most looked bemused.

I felt something when I closed my eyes. He prompted me to relax, and then I felt like I had been pushed in the chest. I didn’t have any difficulty opening my eyes or getting to my feet.

Afterwards I asked the healer what he experienced: what do you feel, hear, or see?

“I feel nothing. I don’t know what has happened unless I watch a recording of myself.”


He had just said to me that I was too curious, I was watching him, and this is why I didn’t receive healing. If you don’t know what’s happening, how do you know I was curious? Before we spoke he was playing laser-beam-finger-pointing hands at someone’s neck. Attempting to do, what?

Me: “Why did I need to clasp my hands?”

Him: blank stare.

His assistant: “He doesn’t speak much English. It’s God healing. He’s healed thousands at a time. He’s healed cancer.”

Me: “I’ve had success healing cancer too.”

His assistant: blank stare.

Him: walks away and laser-beam-finger-points someone who doesn’t ask questions.

His assistant then try’s to sell me a place in a psychic healing workshop.

Me: blank stare.

It gets worse. Two weeks later international-healer (IH) is at another church. A woman takes a teenage boy who is terminally ill with cystic fibrosis to see him. Imagine a hall, a door, a corridor, and another door that leads to a restroom and toilets.

Woman and boy go through the first door. IH is in the corridor and instructs woman and boy to wait. IH enters the restroom. Five minutes later a woman comes out of the restroom. Woman and boy go into the restroom. IH asks boy to undress. Woman is desperate and remains silent. Boy takes his shirt of. IH asks boy to take his pants of. Woman and boy stunned. Boy is embarrassed, but trusts woman. Woman is desperate. Boy can’t take his pants of because he has a feeding tube coming out of his stomach attached to a medical device. Boy is embarrassed.

IH goes through his routine. Boy gets dressed.

IH: “If he has a 20% improvement, come back and see me.”

Woman and boy: blank stare.

The assistant was in the room, but this, is bullshit! Bring three thousand faith filled people together all hoping for a miracle and someone’s going to be healed. But if you have to clasp your hands together to protect yourself from God, then God’s a bully and his side-kicks a conman. Ask children to take their clothes of in a restroom, and the conman's a predator.

I’m disgusted that the church allowed this to happen.

I mentioned this here, but I’m going to repeat it: you don’t need to take your clothes of to be healed! Please, no matter how desperate you are, don’t let anyone manipulate you like this.

For healers to be credible we must:

• Work with absolute transparency.

• Have reportable and evidence supported results.

• Work without posturing.

• Work with science, and be willing to be tested.

• Market to a broader audience.

• Be professional.

• We have to evolve. It’s no longer appropriate to be labelled new age, esoteric, spiritual, or alternative. Being on the fringes is limiting.

Do some research before booking an appointment with a healer. Ask a lot of questions. If you have a similar story to share, I’d like to hear it.

* I don’t like the phrase terminally ill. It erodes hope and the will to live. I used it to highlight the woman’s desperation. In my world, no one is terminally ill.

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