I received
call at 9:00 in morning on a Saturday. I normally try to take weekends off. I also normally fail in this effort, because of one thing or another, that can be addressed elsewhere though.“Dale, come quick, Molly is sick!” I had no clue who Molly was, but when you get an emergency call, sometimes little things like understanding what is going on take second seat to action.
I rushed over to Hanna’s house as quickly as law, and a little bending of space-time would allow. When I got there I half expected to see an ambulance waiting by front door. It would not have been first time my healing skills had been called on in a pinch.
Instead I was met by Hanna. “Come quick, she’s in here! I don’t know what to do!”
Inside, as I looked past her, laying on a table by window was Molly. A fine potted plant. Actually she looked a little wilted and had a tinge of brown around a few leaves. As I moved in for a closer look I could see this was one unhappy plant! Not fine at all!
No, really. I mean plant was sad, unhappy, depressed. Wilted.
“Your cats been bothering Molly hasn’t she?” I asked. “Your plants not damaged, its …Annoyed!”
She admitted that Dolly, her cat, had been seen on table a lot lately. A few minutes later, after talking to cat, who agreed to stay away from plant with only a small bribe, an extra saucer of cream every now and then, cause of problem was fixed.
“Now for a bit of work on Molly and we will be all set.” I centered myself more completely and went into a deep state of concentration and conceptual thought. Working with plants is one of simplest and most rewarding of all basic psychic skills. Once you ask a plant to grow and describe to it what you wish, plant will take it from there and grow. Around two weeks later I got a call from Hanna. “What did you do to my plant?” I noticed that she seemed pleased and promised to be over later to look at it. When I arrived she took me straight to Molly. The plant that had been, if not on deaths door, closer than she should have been, had changed a bit. In to weeks she had more than tripled her size and foliage. Where she had one flower before, she now had dozens. In fact she had more than her kind of plant normally does. By several times! Hanna then confided in me that while she loved plants, they had an unfortunate tendency to die on her after a few weeks to a month or so. She sighed and gave me a forlorn look. “I would give anything to have a green thumb.” I told her to grow one. Before anyone thinks that being a jerk is a hobby of mine, let me explain! Hanna was a long time meditator and practiced at several psychic techniques and basic skill sets. It was well within her ability to do what I had done with Molly. In fact with practice and dedication she could likely be even better at it than I was.
