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My Sixth Sense Worth
My Sixth Sense Worth
My Sixth Sense Worth
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My Sixth Sense Worth

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The introduction to this collection tells a bit about my passion for caring for humanity and how through the years this grew. It starts as a young girl taking care of my pets as my patients and progresses through the years of high school and hairdressing school and motherhood. After my family was raised, I progressed to teaching, being a consultant in hospitals and for law enforcement and doing healing for animals and people. I also learned massage. It became a tool to tune into the body and feel what was out of balance.
The story of Tammy takes place when my daughter was 12. It taught me how thought projections as prayer are powerful and can alter physical conditions.
The story of Bartlie represents the first time I was able to assist someone to let go and cross to the other side.
Cindy's story was the first time I received information while in a meditative state and then projected these thoughts and energy. It taught me how powerful prayer is when in a positive form.
The story about the psychology classes spans seven years. I was a guest lecturer and teacher for the local high school for advanced psychology classes twice a semester. I was introduced as a psychic and I have chosen some of the more dramatic memories from these classes.
The Lost Dog story is a follow up event from one of the students from the high school. You can talk to animals. You do it with your mind.
The story of Rick and the horses occurred when I was invited by him to come and watch him train a stable of 2-year-old racehorses. I experienced healing events with two of the horses and was able to share this with their veterinarian.
The massage as a tool section explains many things I leaned about the body. The hips are key to the body's health.
New thoughts is an extension of the knowledge I became aware of. How to use the music of the Lord's Prayer to spin each chakra open and cleanse it.
Hips are the seat of the soul and give more information about our body frame. The hips are key to the body's health.
The story about the Country Connection is a collection of events that led to my doing healing and massage for different country musicians.
The story of Kenneth is a memory of helping a comatose father of one of my friends. As a result, he came out of the coma and progressed.
Mow Mow the Cat is a story of helping a friend whose cat's health was failing. Using my intuition and prayer-sent hands-on energy, the cat recovered.
The Summer of 1996 is a story of my helping a customer to heal who had been in a lawnmower accident, injuring her foot.
Zachary is a story of my grandson, his early birth and my intuitive awareness of his physical condition and subsequent hands-on healing in a children's ICU and using the thought and tools I received to guide me. Also projecting these thoughts from a distance.
The Healing Retreat was an event for women with HIV at a guest resort in the mountains outside town. Tells of many healings and some of the clients' experiences.
The next story is a result of being much aware of how our friends on the other side try to help us and try to let us know they are well and happy but in a different form. I was a recipient of my family coming through from the other side at a James Van Praagh event. As a result I was open to this possibility so when a young man came through to me during a healing massage I was giving his mother. I trusted the information I received and then shared it with her.
Max the Cat becomes Max the Dog was a wondrous event but was also sad for me. The little dog was born with water on the brain, subsequently his head grew larger than the rest of him and he could only walk in circle. A co-worker trusted me to heal him because it was a last resort. It became a miracle of soul exchange.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLinda Haney
Release dateNov 18, 2013
ISBN9781891057359
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    My Sixth Sense Worth - Linda Haney

    MY SIXTH SENSE WORTH

    By

    Linda Haney

    Copyright © 2013 by Linda Haney

    ISBN: 1-891057-32-4

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    Contents

    Introduction

    Tammy

    Bartlie

    Cindy

    Second Long Distance Healing

    Great Falls & Law Enforcement

    The Psychology Classes

    Introduction

    The Next Step

    Step 2: Transfer

    Three Young Men

    The Lost Dog

    Rick and the Horses

    Massage Entered As A Tool

    New Thoughts

    Hips the Seat of the Soul

    Country Connection

    Kenneth

    Mow Mow the Cat

    Summer Of 1996

    Zachary

    Healing Retreat for HIV

    Talking To the Dead

    Max the Cat Becomes Max the Dog

    Summary

    Introduction

    I was born in the summer of 1944 under the Leo sun and the Virgo moon. I am now a senior citizen and the beginning of my path as a healer started many years earlier.

    When I was young, I played doctor with my pets instead of dolls because they made more lively patients. They were dressed in doll clothes and went in my doll buggy everywhere with me. They even went with me to the doctors for my school physical. The office staff smiled and asked me how my patient was doing. As I grew, the neighborhood kids then became my patients whenever I played clinic. I was always the doctor. I either used the garage as my hospital in the cold months or in the summer; I would put up blanket walls on the clotheslines. I bandaged everyone and played like I gave shots and medicine.

    When I turned twelve, I applied at the local hospital for a nurse’s aide position. In those days, if you had a social security card and looked and acted old enough, you were hired.

    I worked as an aid weekends and full time in the summers. When I turned 14, I worked evenings and weekends and full time summers. The first job in the hospital was helping out in the emergency room. My job was to assist in cleanup before patients were taken to surgery or up to one of the wards. I was very tall and mature for my age so I think that's why I was given the jobs that I did. My sister, who was two years older, already had been working in the Obstetrics Department for two years. The day that I was transferred to that floor, they were extra busy with deliveries. There were so many so fast that they were even delivering the babies in the patient's rooms. This situation required everyone trained to work on the floor. So there was no one for the nursery. In the nursery my job was to care for the newborns, changing them, bathing them, rocking the fussy ones, and then loading them into a long cart that had divided chambers and delivering them to their mothers at feeding time. Then after the feedings you had to go back and collect them and bring them back to the nursery for changing and sometimes more rocking and burping. My sister recommended that I could be the one called from my other duties to do this job. So, this is how I got this position. I only filled in on busy days from then on.

    My next assignment was one on the men's ward giving bed baths, changing the beds, cleaning and straightening their surroundings, and bringing them their food trays. You answered their buzzer lights to see what they needed, whether it was to help them on a bed pan and then empty it, or to go find a nurse if it was something you weren't allowed to do like dispense medicine or change dressings. Everything else we did. I was really good at giving back massages. It was part of the hospital policy every evening at bed time after the visitors had left to give each of the patients a back rub before light out. If I worked the evening shift, I would always be the one to give the back massages on the ward I was working on. Often I would be assigned to sit with a patient who was having the D.T.'s. You just had to keep them from harming themselves and try to keep them in their bed and room. It took patience that mostly it just required being kind under all circumstances. The patients that most everyone didn't want to spend a lot of time with were the dying; I never minded it. Some were dying of cancer and because of an advance stage there was quite an odor and they suffered great pain. In those days they didn’t know a lot about this disease, there was a belief that cancer was contagious. I was never afraid and the smells didn't turn me off, so I would volunteer for the care of these patients. I hope I showed them love and tried to comfort them with stories, massaging them and praying with them, besides their general care. Often when their time came to pass, I would sit and hold their hand and I always wondered what the wisp of light blue smoke was that left them when they finally died. Now, during their time of passing I am not able to see this phenomenon, but can sense the lifting of their energy.

    I enjoyed this work and planned to either become a nurse or a lab tech. I liked the science end of medicine and found myself fantasizing about that side of medicine. I loved the uniforms. They were very form fitting so I felt very attractive in them.

    My senior year in high school I enrolled in chemistry class. It turned out that the math required was too hard for me, so I had to drop out and take a study hall. I'm dyslexic so abstract math is confusing whereas geometry was a snap because it is a visual math. My plans for my future schooling had to take a different direction. Through my senior year I continued as a nurses' aid until it came time for my senior pictures and I went to have my hair done. Watching the hairdresser work, I became interested in the artistic and emotional side of how he approached the clients and communicated with them. I asked if they ever hired a helper. They said they had been thinking about it, so I applied. The next week I was hired after school and on weekends to clean the brushes and the equipment and generally pick up. I made the appointments on the phone and cleaned up at the end of the day. Watching them work and how they communicated intrigued me. After a couple of months of begging for my paycheck because they never paid on time, I approached another well-known salon to ask them the same question about employment. By then I was hooked on the idea of becoming a hairdresser instead. This new shop manager said he would love to have me work there but that he couldn't personally pay me because someone else owned the shop and he would have to talk to him. The year was 1961. He said the owner owned a beauty school in another town and could offer me credit of a dollar an hour towards going to his school if I was really interested. He said I could learn lots of the trade right there before I even went off to school. I accepted.

    At the end of the school year with having worked after school and weekends I had earned $186.00 which is what the tuition was for school at that time. With monthly living expenses paid by my father and uncle, I headed off to school that summer after graduation. Because of the advanced training that I had already received, I was considered a senior student as far as contact with the customers of the school. Usually you spend a few months on mannequins before you are put out on the floor doing the customers hair, but not so in my case. Through the years even though I made my living at hairdressing, I always stayed interested in medicine, psychology and healing techniques.

    Many people have asked me through the years when I realized that I was a healer. My actual acceptance that I could alter and change energy came later in my life in my early forties. I was always intuitive and it served me well in many ways.

    My first awareness that I was different and not just guessing came in my late thirties as I would visit with my customers while doing their hair. Often I would ask them if they were suffering certain symptoms. I would then tell them that they should visit their doctor because they possibly had this or that wrong.

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