Reconnection, The

Why are prominent doctors and medical researchers all over the world interested in the extraordinary healings reported by the patients of Eric Pearl? What does it mean when these patients report the miraculous disappearance of afflictions such as cancers, AIDS-related diseases, and cerebal palsy? And what does it mean when people who interact with Eric Pearl report a sudden ability to access this healing energy not just for themselves, but for others, too? What is this phenomenon?

Well, you might have to reconsider everything you've read up until now about conventional healing. The "new" frequencies of healing described by Pearl transcend "technique" entirely and bring you to levels beyond those previously accessible to anyone, anywhere. This book takes you on Eric Pearl's journey from the discovery of his ability to heal, this well-deserved reputation as the intrument through which this process is being introduced to the world. But most important, The Reconnection reveals methods you can use to personally master these new healing energies.
Excerpt:
First Steps

Gary looked at me, somewhat puzzled by the question. "You're a chiropractor, right?"

I nodded yes, consciously deciding not to say more. There was an expectant feeling in the air. Was I the only one who felt it?

Bringing Gary into a different room, I placed him on a table and adjusted his neck. Instructing him to return in 48 hours for reevaluation, I informed him that the initial visit was over.

Two days later, Gary returned.

As before, I had him lie on the table. The adjustment took only a few seconds. This time I asked him to relax and close his eyes . . . and not to open them until I asked him to do so. I brought my hands, palms down, about a foot or so in the air over his torso, slowly noting the various yet still unusual sensations I was feeling as I brought my hands farther up toward his head. Turning my palms inward, I continued bringing them up until they were each facing one of his temples. As I held them there, I watched Gary's eyes dart back and forth, rapidly and with strength, side-to-side, with an intensity that indicated that he was anything but asleep.

I was instinctively drawn to bring my hands down to the area of Gary's feet. I held my palms gently facing his soles. My hands felt as if they were suspended by an invisible support structure. Due to Gary's birth deformity, his right leg remained in its inwardly rotated position even when he was lying on his back. As I watched the bottoms of his stockinged feet, I had no idea what I was about to witness. It was as if his feet came to life. Not just alive as all of our feet are alive, but as if they became two distinct living entities, distinct from one another--and distinct from Gary. In spellbound fascination, I observed the motions of his feet. An independent consciousness almost seemed present in each

Suddenly, Gary's right foot began a movement pattern akin to lightly "pumping" a gas pedal. As this "pumping" continued, a second movement was added--an outward rotational motion that took his right foot from its original position of resting atop the left, to a toes-up position, one that had the toes pointing up toward the ceiling just as they were on his left foot. Not aware if I were still breathing, I stared in silence, while Gary's eyes continued to dart like a speeding metronome on a grand piano. Then his foot, still pumping, rotated back and settled into its original position. The pattern repeated. Out. In. Out. In. Then it seemed to stop. I waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing further seemed to be forthcoming.

I found myself walking alongside the table until I was standing by Gary's right side. Although it had not been my pattern to touch a person's body when I did this, I found myself compelled to very lightly rest my hands on his right hip, my right hand on top of my left, yet not directly one over the other. I looked down toward Gary's feet. Again, the right foot began to move, first in the pumping fashion, then it resumed its rotation. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I waited. And I waited. Nothing more seemed to occur.

I removed my hands from Gary's hip, then gently, with two fingers, touched Gary on his chest. "Gary? I think we're finished."

Gary's eyes were still darting about, although I could see that he was trying to open them. Approximately 30 seconds later, when they did open, Gary looked a little dazed. "My foot was moving," he told me, as if I hadn't seen it. "I could feel it, but I couldn't stop it. I felt really hot all over, then I felt some kind of energy building up in my right calf. Then . . . you'll think this is crazy, but it felt as if invisible hands were turning my foot, yet it didn't feel like hands at all."

"You can stand up now," I said, doing my best not to appear nonplused, yet still trying to take it all in myself. Gary stood up -- for the first time in his 26 years -- six feet tall, with two independent legs.

I watched in grateful amazement as Gary stood there: His spine was straight, and his hips were level and balanced. His expression began to reflect his own understanding of what had just happened. As he took a couple of tentative steps, I could tell that a bit of the limp remained, but nothing like the lurching leg-swing of before. Not even close.

Gary left my office with an enormous smile on his face, and I watched him walk gracefully down the steps.

Signposts

On that day, energy had clearly risen to an entirely new level. Why? I couldn't say. It would simply rise to new levels, sometimes every week, sometimes every few days, sometimes several times in a given day. Even then, I knew that although the energy came through me, I didn't create or even direct it. Someone else was doing that, someone more powerful than I. Although I"d been doing a lot of reading lately, what was happening to me didn't fit in with any of the "energy healing" I'd learned about in these books. This was more than simply "energy." This carried with it life and intelligence beyond the many "techniques" that fill bookshelves.... This was something different. This was something very real.

What happened that afternoon with Gary didn't just change his life, but it was about to change mine as well. Not that Gary was the only patient I'd worked with in this fashion-moving my hands above their bodies. That had been going on for over a year. Nor was he the only patient who had received a remarkable healing during the experience. However, he did represent the most extreme case by far -- the patient who had started out with the most severe disability and who had walked out of my office with the most striking and obvious results. Almost two dozen of the finest physicians in the country had been unable to correct -- or even improve -- Gary's gait, posture, or the rotation in his hip and leg, yet this anomaly, and its associated pain, were virtually gone. In a matter of minutes. Gone.

I once again wondered why this energy had chosen to make its appearance through me. I mean, if I were sitting on a cloud scouring the planet for just the right person upon whom I could bestow one of the rarest and most sought-after gifts in the universe, I do't know whether I would have reached through the ethers, pointed my finger through the vast multitudes of people, and said, "Him! That's the one. Give this gift to him."

Now maybe it didn't happen in quite that way, but that's the way it felt to me.

I certainly hadn't spent my life sitting around on a mountaintop in Tibet, contemplating my navel and eating bowls of dirt with chopsticks. I'd spent 12 years building my practice, and I had three homes, a Mercedes, two dogs, and two cats. I was a man who occasionally overindulged, watched more TV than a 12-year-old couch potato, and thought I was doing everything I was "supposed" to be doing. Oh, I'd had my share of problems--in fact, they'd built to a climax just before all these bizarre events started to occur--but, in general, my life was proceeding according to plan.

But whose plan? That was the question I now had to ask myself. Because when I looked back, I could see that there had been certain signposts along the road of my life--strange occurrences, coincidences, and events--swhich, although they didn't amount to much individually . . . collectively, and with the advantage of hindsight, suggested that I'd never really been walking along the road I thought I'd chosen.

Where was the first signpost? How far back did the evidence go? If you asked my mother, it went all the way back to the day I was delivered from her womb. My birth had been, in her words, "unusual." Of course, most mothers remember their first birthing experience as special and unique. But it's not the same thing. Some women go through days of torturous labor. Others give birth in the woods or the back seat of a taxi. My mother? She died on the delivery table while in labor with me.

But dying wasn't what bothered her. What bothered her was having to come back to life.


About the author: In August of 93, Eric Pearl, the future of energy healing, discovered that he had been blessed with an unusual gift. After 12 years of practicing chiropractic, he suddenly became a healing vehicle of a different kind: a conduit through which healing energy seems to flow. Eric Pearl's patients report the disappearance od cancers, AIDS, chronic fatigue syndrome, birth disfigurements, and deformities of bone, as well as regaining the use of limbs after complete spinal cord injuries. Recognized internationally. Los Angeles based Eric Pearls healings have elicited great interest from top medical researchers worldwide, including one of the top hospitals in the United States, a world-renowned spinal cord injury center, a Level I trauma institute, and a major university medical school.

Dr. Eric Pearl walked away from one of the most successful chiropractic practices in Los Angeles when he and others started witnessing miraculous healings. Since that time, he has committed himself to imparting the light and information of the Reconnective Healing process through extensive lectures and seminars about "The Reconnection." Dr. Pearl has appeared on numerous TV program, including Leeza, Sally Jessy Raphael and The Other Side.