Dog given fifty-fifty chance of living, makes full recovery after psychic healing
Excerpt from Psychic Development for Beginners by William W. Hewitt
Takra, my youngest daughter's beautiful Samoyed dog, had become seriously ill with a life-threatening anal infection. The veterinarian's best efforts for several weeks had failed to bring about any improvement in Takra's condition.
The doctor finally said that it was too serious a matter to continue to try to treat with medication because the dog was not responding at all. Takra, usually an energetic animal, just lay listlessly and in some discomfort. He wouldn't eat or drink. The doctor said surgery was necessary, and it needed to be performed immediately. He said the dog's chances of surviving surgery were only fifty-fifty.
My daughter said, "No!" She feared the dog would die from the anesthesia. Also she didn't want him cut on. She was hoping for a miracle.
She came to me, sobbing, "Daddy, can't you help Takra? I have seen you help people. Why not a dog?"
"I'll give it my best shot," I promised.
I sat down crosslegged in the middle of the floor, closed my eyes, and altered my consciousness to my basic psychic level.
I mentally commanded the image of Takra to enter my mind. With my intelligence, I scanned his entire body internally and externally, and corrected all the abnormalities I detected. The anal region was a mass of pus, infection, blood, and redness.
When I function psychically, I have everything I need to correct any problem because I mentally create whatever I need. To get rid of the pus, I created a powerful suction tube similar to that used by dentists which I mentally inserted into the area filled with pus. I drew out all the pus. I mentally scraped off all the infection with steel wool and cleansed the area with a powerful medicine labeled "cure all" from my mental medicine chest. I processed all of Takra's blood through a purifying machine and filled him with the cleansed blood. I sprayed the area with a color restorer so that everything looked normal and healthy. Then I took a needle labeled "strength and energy" and gave him an injection. Satisfied that Takra was restored to health and balance, I opened my eyes.
My daughter immediately went to the room where Takra had been lying. She found him standing and stretching as though awakening from a long nap. He pounced at her, wanting to play. She examined him externally. There was no seepage, no swelling, no discoloration. He looked and acted fine.
The next day she took him to the vet where he was given a clean bill of health.
"The medicine must have had a long-delayed action," the vet said. "I've never seen anything like that before, but what else could it have been?"
What else, indeed?