In the spring of 2002 I started to genuinely recover from the rape I’d suffered in the spring of 2001. I had digestive problems and the GP struggled to be helpful so I went to see a homeopath.
She was everything you’d want in a homeopath: weird cat lady in a big old house covered in ivy – no disrespect intended. Her house was like a scene from a film. She was a wonderful woman with a gentle, kind approach. I’ll be honest, at that time in my life I knew very few people who displayed those traits. Talking to her was therapeutic, although God forbid I would mention the rape!
She gave me treatment which I contemplated might well be a small viol of cat wee, which I don’t think worked, but on my way out of the door, she handed me a book – and I’ll never forget it.
She said, “I think you’ll benefit from this. If you don’t like it, if it’s not your cup of tea, just hand me it back.”
The book she pressed into my hand? Conversations with God, Book 3, by Neale Donald Walsch. And with that, she changed my life. Clever, wonderful, marvellous woman who just knew exactly what was needed.
The book opened me up spiritually, and made sense like nothing before. I felt a sense of relief and LOVED reading it. Even though I didn’t directly address the issues of what had gone on previously, I did open up in a way that made me really love life again.
I felt free and charmed by little things, like the sound of birds and the colour of the sky.
I started to look after myself better and everything got better. That spiritual awakening made me feel softer, calmer and gentler with myself than I’d ever done before. The book makes reference to itself finding its way into the right hands at the right time, and I think it genuinely did just that!
Thank you Neale and thank you homeopathic lady. I am very sorry that I do not remember your name, but I will always remember your spirit, and be very grateful to you nonetheless.