Pat's focus today was to continue to work on restoring balance to my lungs. She began the treatment by having me lay on acupuncture table and then placed what looks like a water bag connected to an electrical machine, wrapped in a moist warm towel. This was placed between my scapula's.
Pat then placed a very fine thin needle in my right arm and then another one in my left arm. Next she placed a needle in my for-eye, patted my head, left the room, and closed the door.
I now was alone lying on the acupuncture with my eyes closed.
Immediately I had the impression there was the old Chinese Master, the one who has been present in the last few acupuncture sessions, standing on my left side. But this time I also could feel the presence and “see” two additional men. They were two Asian young men and the impression I had was "these are the Old Master's two assistants". One was standing at my feet and the other was standing at my head.
The Old Master must have communicated to them in way that people who know each other well seem to share the same thoughts because I did not see or hear any words.
I next observed each of these assistants starting to pull energy from me. One was pulling the energy out from my feet and the other was pulling the energy out from my head. It reminded me of a taffy pull; thick bands of energy being pulled out from both ends of my body in a hand over hand motion.
I could see them both pulling, and pulling, and then they both started to fold the energy back towards me. Pull, pull, fold, then pull, pull, fold. They repeated this process over and over again. This was a rather odd sensation of energy being pulled out and then folded back in.
The assistants continued this process until the Chinese Master nodded and they then in unison stopped.
Next they started to flipped me up in the air and then flipped me over on my stomach. I was now faced down on the acupuncture table in my minds eye. I was once again flipped up in the air and then again flipped around so I was now faced up. The image I had was like you would flip and toss a pancake in the air. This motion of being flipped over and then over and then over again was repeated several times.
With another nod from the Master, these young men uniformly stopped flipping me over and I was now laying face up on the acupuncture table. The assistants stood erect, one at my feet and the other at my head, waiting for another command. I was still. The Master was still. We were all silent.
I next had the impression a man entered the room in an old green truck. The Chinese Master and these two young men immediately evaporated and were gone from my mind. I then started to feel the dripping in the back of my throat as if something was now open and was flowing and passing through my throat.
I then felt my chest get warm and could feel my bronchial airways open. It was as if I could feel the warmth of the bronchial tree in my chest with a warm glow.
I then noticed a man on a far away hill, a man with dark hair and a backpack and he was running toward me, waving, trying to catch me before the treatment ended.
Pat then walked in the room and the treatment was over.
After the treatment Pat commented how good my color was, and I must admit, I felt totally relaxed. I felt whole. I felt balanced. I felt good.
I have never had this type of experience with so much movement in an acupuncture treatment before. I have no idea why and how these images were produced nor what they exactly mean. It just feels like whatever happened during the treatment has helped my lungs open up and for me to feel better, which is what acupuncture is about; balance, harmony, and healing.