I Know Just Exactly How You Feel.

From start to finish, Amanda would be through in less than 90 minutes. Wide-awake, hyper alert, she would softly chat with, and giggle at her therapist. Occasionally she would groan just a little, but a mere touch on her forehead would be enough to calm her again, and she would assure the man that all was fine, having fun again, and reminding him to “stay well out of the line of fire.” However, her little girl about to be born was not going to be called after him, no matter how much he insisted on having earned the right of having her as a namesake.

There was no reason for Amanda to have her therapist present at the birth of her first baby, but she had long been dismissive of his suggestion of painless childbirth therapy. Well into her eighth month she had gotten cold feet, very suddenly, and with just two sessions under her belt, literally under her belt, she had urged him to be with her at short notice.

“Wonders . . . Never Cease . . .”

The labor ward timepiece said it was 2:15 AM. Amanda’s attendant, Julie, was pleased with the rapid progress her chuckling charge was making. The only other mom-to-be-again in the spacious labor ward was having a difficult task with her third-time-around effort. Moaning, groaning, crying now behind the little screen pulled into place, the obstetrician was having a tough job of calming her. “I know just exactly how you feel!” the therapist heard him say.

“Wonders . . . never cease, George,” Julie whispered at him, then, a little louder, “Push just a little more now, Mandy-dear.” The therapist could hardly contain himself, but he made not a sound. Julie never moved a muscle, but there was a give-away glint in her eyes. Amanda burst out laughing. She was out of control. Then she remembered to push. Less than a second later, her dear little blonde “splashed” into her brand-new world.

“B-a-a-a-h!”

Soon after, the therapist was on his 20-minute drive home for a few more hours of well-deserved rest, still grinning about the male obstetrician having an immediate reference to the problem of birthing babies. And yet, he wondered how it was possible for him to intuitively take on his patients’ symptoms, so often, so powerfully, so accurately, though only momentarily. Was he an Empath? Perhaps.

Just weeks later, Tamara Chelsey taught Barnard how to “lift a patient’s head, and place it upon his own shoulders” to sense precisely how they felt, physically, intellectually, emotionally. Much later still, he occasionally incorporated the method into the Akashic Construct teachings.

And it’s just a small thought from George Barnard.

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