meeting max...

Last December I met Max, one of the 13 ancient crystal skulls (as seen in Indiana Jones). Meeting him was a truly profound and personal experience and it never felt write to blog about it, until now.

The week before meeting Max I could not stop the tears from pooling in my eyes and running down my face, hours before meeting him I was a blubbering mess sitting behind my computer going through tissue after tissue. I had no idea what was wrong with me. Life was good and I had nothing to cry about.

When it was finally time to meet him, I walked up the street (yes Max was only a block away from my work) and was able to hold myself together until I saw a picture of him creating a holograph of a man’s broken spine. I sucked in air and hoped that my time with Max would come quickly so I could cry alone.

JoAnn, Max’s handler (for lack of a better word), escorted me into the room. She was an older lady short and sweet. Max sat on a piece of fabric lit by a light underneath him. I had no expectations of what would happen. I was a bit of a skeptic and at the time had not been familiar with receiving information; expecting to hear a voice outside myself rather than hearing the information come through me. I did not think I was special enough to receive information and that only psychics and medium could hear his gifts. (Everyone can hear, if you are able to be silent.)

After JoAnn wiped Max off, she left us alone. I sat in front of him and immediately started to cry. I pressed my forehead against his and allowed my tears to pour all over him. If the walls had not been so thin, I would have been wailing. I probably could have spent days crying with Max but unfortunately my $50 had only bought me thirty minutes. I continued to cry but saw no visions and heard no voices.

Then without knowing why, I began to rub Max. Part of the legend of the thirteen crystal skulls is that they were hand rubbed, which took over three hundred years, so knowing what I know now about Quantum Physics, I might have been time traveling. I did this for awhile and then I calmed down. I thought I was done so I sat up to get a tissue and get ready to leave. It was then that for the first time in my life I heard (without hearing). Sit and get something to write with…

I grabbed pen and paper from my purse and this is what I transcribed,

“Healing – listen to yourself – rise above. You are a healer. Stay in resonance. Stay in resonance of higher frequency. Commit to it! Commit – ego – let go of ego desire. Atlantis, I was there I know how to heal energy. When I’m in right frequency, must learn to let go of earthly fears – earthly fears don’t serve me. Egypt – heal and they will come but you have to believe and cleanse yourself. Stay clear and in right frequency. Jesus – you know Jesus. You wanted to offer me a healing that’s how strong it is in you. You didn’t come wanting – you did but then your want was to heal – you are a healer. This will come to you.”

Healing was the farthest thing from my mind. If I had wanted anything from Max it would be a vision of an Oscar on my mantle, a million in the bank, and the man of my dreams but a healer? Sure, I love to help people but to heal them?

Now, several lifetimes later or nine months later depending on your view of time, it makes more sense. I am not bold enough to say “I am a healer” but I have had experiences in recent months of healing and I will share these stories, here on this blog.

Miracles happen all around you, do you see them?