(Excerpted from Energy Medicine for Women)
We were working in Mexico. I was driving early one evening, alone, and about to turn into a market, when I came upon a gruesome scene. A bus had just hit a young woman and one of its back tires had stopped directly on her pelvis, hip, and upper legs. Mine was the first car to arrive.
I pulled over, jumped out, and went directly over to her. The bus driver, who looked like he was in shock himself, said, “No, no,” when I got to her and gestured for me not to touch her, fearing, I’m sure, that an untrained person might inadvertently cause further harm. I don’t speak Spanish, but I heard the words “Yo soy doctor” (I am a doctor) tumble out of my mouth. Everyone who was on the bus or who was now coming onto the scene cleared a space for me to be with her.
Time stopped; everything seemed surreal. The girl was unconscious. I saw that her life force was leaving her. Her aura had collapsed completely into her body and the energies were draining out at her feet. I focused on what could be done to keep her alive. The tire sitting on her became secondary. I was on the right side of her body and immediately began to hold triple warmer points that would stabilize her energies and take her out of shock. These points are on both sides of the body. I signaled to the nearest person, a Mexican boy probably about 13, to hold the same points on the left side of her body, and he promptly mimicked what I was doing, somehow maneuvering around the tire.
Donna Eden
We held these points until I felt the shock start to subside. While I was mostly on automatic pilot, I realize in retrospect that stabilizing her and starting to bring her out of shock was a necessary first step. Then other triple warmer points could be held. These would support her life force and get the energies that were draining out of her to remobilize and literally start to fight for her life. I suspect that we held the first set of points for about three minutes before it felt right to move to the second set of points. We just sat there on the ground with our fingers firmly touching these points.
It felt like we were holding her life force in our hands. The boy was solid and steady in his task, but I noticed that he had tears in his eyes. Finally, I started to feel a power under my hands, as if her life force was coming back. As soon as this began to stabilize (I would guess that we held these points about three or four minutes), I was drawn to hold her neurovascular points. I showed the boy how to hold the end points of the heart meridian to give her heart all the support we could, and I went to the neurovascular points on her forehead. Besides interrupting the fight-or-flight response, which clearly was not adaptive in this situation, these points stabilize the circulatory system, helping balance the flow of blood throughout the body.
At about this time, an ambulance arrived with two paramedics. The bus driver immediately explained that I was a doctor. They approached to take over, but I felt it was essential to continue to stabilize her blood flow. I was able to indicate to them that they should let me continue, and they did. Somehow between the few Spanish words that were coming to me and whatever understanding they had of English, I was able to explain that the boy was holding points that stabilize the heart and I was holding points that could help with blood flow and internal bleeding.
The paramedics turned their attention to how to get the bus off the woman. About five men had a brief discussion with the bus driver. Since the tire was directly over the woman’s body, they needed to decide whether to roll forward or backward. I sensed that if they rolled forward they would damage more internal organs and indicated that they needed to roll backward. I also sensed that having the bus move over her again could put her back into shock and that the neurovascular points needed to further stabilize her first. At the moment that I could feel a pulse on her forehead, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she closed them again.
I signaled to the paramedics and the driver that it was okay now to move the bus. I continued to hold the points on her forehead as the 32-passenger bus rolled back, off her pelvis, left hip, and leg. Almost instantly it seemed, she was on a stretcher, in the ambulance, and rushed off. The bus driver hugged me.
I was in a bit of shock myself. I went back to my car and cried. I then held my own neurovascular points, breathing deeply, until I felt I could drive. The next morning, I went back to the market to find out the hospital to which the woman was taken. When I got to the hospital, a woman who spoke broken English was able to identify the woman. She called a doctor, who came to greet me.
The paramedics had apparently described the strange behavior of this blond gringo mystery woman. The doctor smiled, took my hands in his, and said, in good English, “You are the one who helped Maria at the accident. Something wonderful happened there. Somehow her blood coagulated and stopped her internal bleeding. Did it have something to do with what you did? It probably saved her life. What did you do?” I put my fingers on his forehead and said, “This is what I did.” I’ve never seen appreciation turn more rapidly into bewilderment.