Alzheimer's:
The first patient Brother Harold and I went to who has Alzheimer’s was a man in his sixties. I was unaccustomed to dealing with the disease and was not sure whether Brother Harold had much experience with it. I love new experiences, they always surprise me.
We went to California and found the patient quickly. As usual, we went through the tissue of the person, finding nothing unusual. Before going to the brain, Two Feathers began to put up new screens, between me and the patient, protecting me from picking up anything from the brain in question. We had experienced a problem when dealing with a brain injured patient; I would begin to pick up the unusual way of thinking and processing thoughts that a brain damaged patient would have. I quickly fought those thoughts and got out of the scene. I was happy to see the placement of the screens this time.
I was unable to see where Brother Harold entered the brain. The instant that he entered the brain, however, the fight was on. For the next six or seven minutes, Brother Harold continued the assault of constant high energy attacks on the brain; he was either destroying some portion of the brain, or moving a part of it. Clearly, the brain was not cooperating with the plan.
I wished that I could see exactly what was happening, but the light show told everything. It demonstrated that Brother Harold was serious and determined, and would have his way. Clearly, the target was not giving up easily. After six or seven minutes, we left the brain, and Brother Harold was through for this session.
The next morning we returned to California for round two. This time, the brain was completely agreeable with all of Brother Harold’s plans. For the next twenty minutes, he calmly went over a section of the brain, easing the tissue back into place, providing healing medication to the tissues to heal them from the previous day’s altercation. These were the feelings intuitively received while he worked. I could only guess exactly what had happened the day before. I did have the feeling that good work had been accomplished; the future felt very good.
Intuitively, I felt that Brother Harold had performed palliative surgery. I was not familiar with the word, so I assumed it came from Brother Harold. Looking it up, I found, “Palliative: serving to Palliate……as in <Palliative surgery>. Palliate: to reduce the violence of a disease”. I felt we had reached a great beginning in dealing with this disease.
