Some time ago a young 11-year-old girl attended my office. Her mother had brought her to see me in the hope that I could help; she had recently been diagnosed with a serious heart condition.
The young girl loved to sing and act, and already hadsome notable parts in stage shows and plays. In recent times, she had experienced difficulty in breathing and had not been able to reach her usual range of notes. This prompted the visit to the doctor and the subsequent diagnosis.
Her mother was extremely concerned. The prognosis was not encouraging.
The girl had been to see me on a number of occasions over the years and was quite at ease with me. This particular time she visited, I asked her to lie on the treatment couch and close her eyes.
"Do you believe in Angels?" I asked.
"Of course," she replied without hesitation.
"Can you ask your angel to come and help you?".
She was quiet for a few minutes.
"A beautiful lady is here," she said with a sense of awe.
"Ask if she can help you with your heart sickness."
She went quiet again.
"She is so beautiful and all this light is coming from her," she said excitedly. "She wants me to stand beside her. I am looking down. I can see inside my chest there is a big black blob in the middle. She says this is the sickness."
"Ask her if she can remove the sickness," I ventured expectantly.
"She says we will both heal me," the girl said and again lapsed into silence.
I waited quietly. After what seemed to be a very long minute, she opened her eyes.
"Its all pink now, my chest is all pink. The beautiful lady has gone now she said I must believe in myself," she beamed. She then hopped off the table and bounced out of the room.
Two days later Emma and her mum went to the doctor had further tests.
The tests showed nothing other than a healthy heart.
Angels: fact or fantasy? You decide.