Circle Scarf

"Donna" has been trapped in an agony of indecision.

His marriage to a man eight years older than she, another nationality, culture and religion, has never been easy. Now, he threatened to sink into the rocky shoals of financial difficulties and quarrels about stepparents. At 29, she already had a child, a daughter almost three years.

She was pregnant again.

This time, Donna could not feel the joy of many women experience on learning the news. She thought there was a possibility it could eventually raise not one but two children by herself, and that thought terrified. Should she carry the fetus to term? What about abortion? The choice was overwhelming. Her husband does the "t make things easier. He said that the decision was hers and refused to discuss his feelings about the pregnancy, leaving Donna more isolated and more pain.

Then a friend suggested me a healing circle. "I do not know you could make one for an unborn child," recalls Donna. She found contacted the Sattva Institute. Jana Simons, co-founder of the institute, has agreed to lead the healing circle.

Although her husband did not believe in this kind of thing "metaphysics," as he called Jana, he accompanied Donna and participated in the session. A couple who were friends of Donna and her husband also attended. Two of them, accomplished professionals, had never done anything like this before.

A point on the healing circles. You do not need to be a professional medium, or do you have any psychic ability, to participate and contribute to and benefit from a healing circle.

You only need to know how to send love.

The little soul is in the middle of our circle, undetectable to the five physical senses, but sensitive soul or four psychic senses. Black hair tousled overflows under tights, a former aviator helmet. There - that soul has a clear form of male - is dressed in overalls and a headscarf. In his hand he raises is a model airplane dives and loops and loops when he waved his arms. Beside him is what looks like an architect's model of an office building, almost as tall as he.

It is self-insured with a genuine sweetness. There is also a hint of malice and a strong desire. He knows what he wants from this physical life. He wants to fly airplanes. He said he chose Donna husband as a father in part because her husband is a licensed pilots with thousands of hours into the cockpit. He also said he is interested in architecture and design things.

It has a very comprehensive program for his stay on the land next. He is so cute and bright and cheerful as it moves some of us with smiles that we collect this information through our senses and soul to convey his so-called father and mother.

Then Donna misses a few sentences confusing. She can barely put his feelings into words to explain why it is that soul so reluctant to now to continue this pregnancy. His painful dilemma and distress is palpable.

The airman has little faster. "I can wait," he assures Donna several times during the session. "If the weather is not good, I'll wait."

Before the end of the session, the airman done little so that we all understand one thing. When it finally comes, God knows, he wants to be known by first name of his father.

The name suits him.

For twenty years, "Clara" has suffered an injury that refused to heal. A professor at the Institute elementary Clara grew up in a small Russian Orthodox community in Pennsylvania. His mother and father were first-generation immigrants to the time it was not safe to declare a Russian heritage. Clara remembers being punished as a child telling others about her backgr Russian.