I earned 50 bucks at a BBQ! – A Sekhem session story
Once upon a time, I stopped a toddler from tearing the house down with her bawling. How, you ask. Why, witchcraft, of course. I didn’t get thrown into the firepit for my deed. Instead, I was rewarded with 50 bucks for my heroic act.
We were invited to a BBQ during our visit to Aussieland. When we arrived at my husband’s friend’s house, there seemed to be an emergency happening inside as we could hear top-level screaming, as if someone was burning alive.
‘Do you think they need help?’ I asked my husband.
‘Let’s find out.’ Instead of ringing the doorbell, he led me through the side to the backyard where the BBQ was. As we walked down the length of the house, the screaming got louder and louder. My heart started racing – what is happening? How many people were hurt? Accident? Burglary gone wrong? Murder?
A few men were hurdling around the BBQ which was way too small to keep all of them warm.
‘What’s going on? My husband asked gravely, pointing at the source of the screaming with his chin.
The men laughed. Someone seemed to have cracked a joke and caused more laughter. Things were said but amongst all the screaming and laughing, I didn’t understand a thing.
‘Who is screaming?’ I asked the men.
‘My daughter.’ My husband’s friend’s brother-in-law said. He explained that his daughter wouldn’t stop crying every time he was away from her.
‘Why?’ I asked.
‘Don’t know.’
Interesting.
Hm…
Maybe I can help.
Hm… Can I?
How do I start? What do I say? Do I dare offering…
Of course he would say ‘no’. Of course that’s what he would do. The shame!!! AARGH¬¬
‘How about I do something with your daughter and see if she would stop crying?’
‘Anything! Anything! Do anything! You know what, I will give you 50 bucks if you make her stop!’
YES!!!
I was so excited that I would have run inside if the screaming didn’t caution me to tread carefully. You see, I wasn’t too enthusiastic in coming to this BBQ because I had met these people before and there was no way I could talk to them about my healing job, which was all I could think about then because I was just made Master Practitioner for Sekhem by my late teacher Ida Lyall in Australia. My husband’s friend’s people had no interest for it. I had tried in our previous encounters. I felt I became invisible to them whenever I tried to casually throw in some healing talks. Really, I should be glad – they could have dobbed me in for practising witchcraft mere centuries prior.
My heart stopped as I slid the glass door open and coped the bawling at an even higher volume. The men promptly shouted for the door to be shut. I obliged, so now the bawling reverberated to its fullest. As I stood at the fringe of the living room, all I wanted was to go back outside.
‘Hello Stephanie! How are you?’ The mother of the bawling toddler greeted me. She was holding a baby and the toddler was next to her. She looked very calm for someone who had a toddler screaming at her ear. No one else noticed my entrance because they were in the far side of the house – in the open kitchen area were all the other women.
I decided to skip the pleasantry and went straight to the point before I lost all my confidence.
‘Your husband said if I could stop your daughter from crying, he would give me 50 bucks.’
I didn’t care about the 50 bucks. I made sure to mention it to show that I was doing it for the money and that I wasn’t some healing nerd. I wasn’t sure why I did that. Perhaps I was finding it hard to place myself amongst people who didn’t share my interest, or I was disoriented by the bawling which reminded me of witch purge. The bawling seemed to have put me into a trance and I sensed horror all around me.
‘Of course! Right! With your… what is it you do again?’
‘Erm…Sekhem… Is it okay if I do this through your body?’ I decided to go straight into it. I would have loved to tell her all about Sekhem, which is the name of the healing modality as well as the energy that I channel. It was widely available in Ancient Egypt and was reintroduced to the modern times by Helen Belôt.
Sekhem can be facilitated remotely but I asked to do this via the mother’s body for her benefit. The idea of remote healing can be a bit too bizarre for people who are new to energy healing whilst touch is tangible and has a calming effect. Actually, I got this idea from my teacher Ida who had told me how she facilitated Sekhem for small children – she would have the parent on the massage table as the surrogate while the child played in the room.
‘Wait… I can’t hear you. Let me…’ The mother went to the backyard for a moment and came back with some lamb chops. She placed the plate on the carpeted floor, sat the toddler in front of the food and switched on the television. The toddler stopped bawling abruptly, mesmerized by the television program. Magic! Or was it witchcraft?
‘That’s the only way to get her stop – food and TV. What were you saying?’
‘Is it okay that I use you as a surrogate? I will place my hands on or above your body.’
‘Yes, of course! Do what you have to, whatever you have to do to get her to stop!’
I didn’t plan to do a full treatment. I didn’t follow the short seated treatment procedure either. My mind was filled with the TV noise and I couldn’t remember anything. Fortunately, my hands knew where to go. They were mostly on or above the mother’s head and chest area.
The Spirits are always present to provide me with guidance but I couldn’t hear them at all amidst all the noise. When the toddler finished her food, she started crying half-heartedly with her eyes still glued to the TV.
What am I doing? Am I missing something? Every time I felt my panic rising, I reminded myself ‘Do your best! Do you best! Your best is good enough!’ Even if she continued to cry after this impromptu treatment, I knew something within her would have improved. I don’t need to know what exactly I’m doing with Sekhem. The energy goes wherever it’s needed. Just like how water would flow to any indented surface, Sekhem flows to wherever it’s needed in the client’s physical, mental, emotional and spiritual bodies. I don’t put the energy to the client; I’m simply a channel for Sekhem like a hose for water and the client’s bodies draw the energy through me. We also don’t need to know what cause a symptom for it to go away. Although, the mind is curious and wants to know.
‘When did she start crying like this?’ I wondered what had happened to cause this little child to be suffering like this.
‘Hm… I don’t remember… she wasn’t always like this. She was fine… and then she wasn’t fine… when I came home from the hospital with the little one.’ She gestured to the baby in her arms. She explained that she had a lot of complications during her second pregnancy and she spent several months in the hospital leading to the birth.
‘Oh!’ The mother’s eyes widened as if something clicked. It clicked for me too – the little toddler clung to daddy who was all she had.
Mystery solved, maybe, but I continued because the energy was still flowing from my hands. Facilitating Sekhem is a therapeutic experience for the practitioner because the energy which is of the vibration of love and compassion is flowing through the practitioner’s body constantly during the treatment. I mean, it’s a therapeutic experience when I can forgo my expectations and let whatever happens happen. But that wasn’t it. I was feeling nice because the toddler had stopped crying for a while.
‘That’s unusual.’ Said the mother, and she wasn’t referring to the absence of crying. ‘Look! I’ve not seen her taking an interest in anything else other than food and television before.’
The little toddler had her attention on a toy despite the television characters blah-ing away. The mother stealthily took the remote control and we held our breath as she switched off the TV. Nothing. No crying. Phew.
We watched and waited for the bawling to commence but it didn’t happen. The mother pointed out another extraordinary happening – the toddler was taking an interest in her younger sister who had been sitting on the floor. She said this was the first time the sisters made a connection. The mother looked in awe which was how I felt, too. My teacher had said that healing with children is much shorter because they are much more receptive and she was right.
We sat there watching the toddler explore her surroundings till the mother said they had a long day and were leaving soon. When the father came into the living room, he circled around his daughter as if trying to get her attention. Nope – he was not her whole world anymore!
There was a lot of activities as the couple gathered their children and their stuff and left. Silence descended upon us followed by some rapid footsteps.
‘Fair is fair. You did make her stop. Thank you.’ The father ran back and handed me the 50 bucks he promised. I got to do my favourite thing and got paid. Best BBQ ever!
This BBQ incident made me wonder about food and TV or screen in general. Is everyone who likes to indulge with TV or screen and food suffering from something, but unlike this little child, too numb to cry out loud anymore? What do you think?
Stephanie Shek is now a Master Teacher of Sekhem herself and she teaches Sekhem in Crete, the Greek island where she lives. Sekhem is taught in-person only because the initiation must be done in person. A wonderful reason to holidaying on a Greek island, isn’t it?
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