never believe she had this side to her when you saw her with
people. She pranced and pounced in a playful manner at the mere
sight of another person. Adults, kids, it didn’t matter; Libby
loved human beings. But when a strange dog came into sight, she
was mysteriously replaced as a hyena. Even family and friends
would comment, “Wow, I never would have believed that sweet
puppy could look so intimidating.”
I tried to break
her of this assertive behavior, but nothing the books or videos
taught me worked. She just wanted to be the leader when other dogs
were present. So Melissa and I brought Libby to puppy school at
the animal shelter where we got her. The first day there, her
brother (adopted by another family) happened to be there too. He
was the same way. The head trainer saw his forceful demeanor with
the other puppies and decided to use him as an example of how well
her methods worked.
Taking the pup
into the middle of the room, with all us new puppy owners sitting
in a circle around her, the trainer grabbed hold of the puppy’s
collar and twisted it until he was forced onto his back. As he
vigorously squirmed in protest, she twisted even harder. Looking
to her as our expert teacher, we students glanced at one another
in concern but trusting that the shelter wouldn’t hire a trainer
who abused dogs.
thought to myself, “She must know what she’s doing.” And
then I prayed, “Please, puppy, please just submit and get it
would not break at the trainer’s hardline hold. It became a
fierce competition of wills. The woman kept telling us to wait for
the dog to surrender, but it never happened. There was no change
in the puppy’s behavior. But I can’t say that the dog won, as
he clearly was the loser in this exercise. And the public display
of cruelty clearly horrified several of us new puppy owners.
Libby, Melissa and I left puppy school after that first class to
never return again.
The puppy school
incident had me wondering if there are some aspects of a dog’s
behavior that simply cannot be changed. And it led me to believe
that it might be doing the dog a disservice to even try to change
I know a few dog
owners out there who would beg to differ. I have a friend who
considers himself a dog expert because he’s read lots of books
and watches The Dog
Whisperer. His dog is well behaved, so he must really know
what he’s doing, right? Or is it that his dog never had an
undesirable trait that sat at the core of his personality—not
his breed necessarily, but his individual character.
interesting is that Libby was actually quite trainable. She would
sit, stop, stay, give me her paw, and even leave a treat on her
paw when I said “leave it” until I picked it up and fed it to
her. In fact, Libby was so well trained that I could walk her
without a leash, say “Here comes a car” when a vehicle
approached, and she would walk off the road, sit down and watch
the car drive by without moving. It was quite amazing, and kind of
funny, to witness.
So it wasn’t
that Libby wasn’t trainable. She just couldn’t be trained to
not be an alpha. Yet, despite Libby’s alpha behavior, she never
got into a fight with other dogs. Most of them typically submitted
to her within seconds. I eventually noticed that it took three
introductions to a new dog before Libby stopped being so dominant
with them. The first time they met, Libby growled and often
snapped at them. The second time, she just growled. And upon the
third meeting, the two dogs usually ran and played together until
they wore themselves out. Once that occurred, Libby and the other
dog became buddies for life. Even when Libby didn’t see the
other dog for a year or more, she was always enthusiastically
excited the next time they got together.
behavior with other dogs was rather comical to watch the first
year, because she was a small puppy and couldn’t hurt the other
dogs even if she’d tried. By her second birthday, however, she
weighed about 70 pounds and I began to worry what might happen
when she met another dog who also wanted to be the alpha. All the
same, I wasn’t really worried about Libby. I felt that she could
take care of herself. Instead, I was more concerned for the other
One weekend, when
Libby was three, Melissa and I visited some friends in
Massachusetts for the weekend. They suggested we bring Libby,
which we did. They owned a German Shepherd named Otis who Libby
had met plenty of times. They weren’t in love with one another
because Otis was older and didn’t want to play, but the two dogs
got along just fine. This visit was different, however, because
our friends had adopted a Saint Bernard a few months prior whom
Libby had never met. Her name was Missie and she was about the
same age as Libby. My friend, Kris, told me that Missie was a bit
of an alpha herself.
haven’t seen her back down from another dog so far, Bob. But she
hasn’t bitten one yet.”
“At her size, I
guess she wouldn’t need to. She’s probably twice Libby’s
size,” I said.
“It would be
good if they could get along so we didn’t have to keep them
apart in the house,” Kris suggested.
said, “And it might be good for Libby if she meets another alpha
who is bigger than her. Maybe she’ll submit and become less
dominant with other dogs.”
There I was again
hoping to change her.
Libby and Missie
were both in the back yard already, but we had them on leashes. So
Kris and I let our dogs loose and they immediately ran to one
another. Straightaway, they began their dance of sniffing and
circling with tensed bodies and wide eyes. The atmosphere was
nerve-wracking; but neither dog had ever been in a fight, so I
expected everything to go okay.
I was laser
focused on the interlude when out of the corner of my eye I saw
Kris’ 12-year-old daughter coming around the house with their
German Shepherd, Otis. At first I wasn’t worried because Libby
was friendly with the Otis, plus he was on a leash. But before I
knew it, she let him off the leash and he ran towards the other
In seconds, the
two dogs surrounded Libby from either side. The energy went from
tense to hostile. Kris and I hadn’t planned on adding Otis to
the mix. Before I could take a step towards the dogs to prevent
matters from getting worse, the standoff exploded into a fight.
The Saint Bernard
and German Shepherd came at Libby from opposite sides. She
didn’t stand a chance. The scuffle lasted only seconds, ending
with Libby lying on her side in the grass. At first I thought this
might be constructive because she was submitting. But then I
noticed she was peeing all over the place, even on herself. Poor
Libby was paralyzed with fear.
At that very
moment, she looked up at me, staring dead into my eyes with a look
of shock that clearly questioned how I could let this happen. As
our eyes locked, her thoughts were easy to interpret. She was
asking me, “Why didn’t you protect me?”
My heart broke in
half. I wished I could rewind time for just two minutes in order
to do it all differently. I shouldn’t have put her in this
position. Who was I to try to change her? And even though there
was no way to know that Kris’ daughter was going to arrive with
Otis, I should have been as concerned about Libby with this big
Saint Bernard as I had been in the past with other dogs who were
smaller than her. Although there weren’t any physical injuries,
Libby had unquestionably experienced an emotional trauma.
The incident did
change Libby, but not in the way I had previously hoped. She no
longer trusted that she was safe and became much more aggressive
with other dogs. In the two months that followed, at separate
times, she fought with a Rottweiler, a German Shepherd and a Pit
Bull. She had never fought with a dog prior to that occurrence
with Kris’ dogs. But now she was no longer expressing her
dominance; she was outright protecting herself from a place of
Before this all
happened, I worried what might become of Libby’s alpha
personality. So I tried to change it and created exactly what I
feared. She went from the confident dog who never fought to the
scared dog who did.
I believe the
lesson from this story that screams to be heard is that Libby
didn’t need to be changed at all; she needed to be accepted and
loved as she was. She wasn’t hurting anyone. She wasn’t
dangerous. She wasn’t a menace to society or our household. It
was merely my discomfort with her dominant personality that led me
to want her to be different. In the end, that probably said more
about myself than it did my dog. So I asked the question, why am I
uncomfortable with her dominant personality? What does it mirror
to me about myself?
This led to a
wonderful healing of an area within myself that I hadn’t even
realized needed attention. It has helped my relationships with
both animals and humans. And it turned a very difficult memory
into a positive transformation.
Today, six years
later, Libby is 9 years old. I earned back her trust years ago.
She now knows that I will protect her at my own peril in any
threat. Over time, Libby became less fearful and got back to her
former self. She can now meet strange dogs and do her alpha thing
without fighting. And we arrange for lots of play dates with dogs
she already knows. Whenever we do this, she is always so excited
to see them. She barks and runs and sticks her butt up in the air
to signal, “Let’s play.” And, little by little, my heart
heals from that painful memory each time I see her joy.
Bob Olson, OfSpirit.com editor
Are You A Control Freak?
To finish a project, I need to learn the story of a book titled, A Razor’s Edge, but I don't have time to read the book. I learn that there are two movies made of the book: a 1946 version with Tyrone Power and Gene Tierney, and a 1984 version with Bill Murray and Theresa Russell. I decide to watch the newer version. Newer is better, right?
So Melissa calls all the video stores in our area, which means she makes two phone calls since we live in Maine. Neither store has it. So we drive all the way to Border’s Books & Music in Portland (a 40-minute drive) absolutely sure that they’ll have it. They don’t. They usually do, but not on this day.
I then drive home, check Amazon.com and notice that the 1946 version is selling much better than the 1984 version. Hmmm, you’d think this might mean something to me. But no, I’m thicker than your average guy. In fact, I don’t even buy the Bill Murray version from Amazon.com because I’m too impatient to wait for it. “I’ll find another way--a faster way,” I say to myself.
Two days later, our TiVo DVR takes it upon itself to record A Razor’s Edge, the 1946 version. One of the cool features of TiVo is that it records programs that it thinks you might like based on past TV shows and movies you’ve recorded on your own. Don’t brush by this quickly. This is the equivalent of your neighbor handing you a book you’ve been wanting to read even though you never mentioned your desire to read the book to anyone. This is an unbelievable, major coincidence. Did it mean anything to me? No way. I saw it as a really cool reminder that I wanted to buy the 1984, Bill Murray version.
With the movie still recorded on my TiVo, I call Border’s again and Voila! -- they now have the Bill Murray movie in stock. I’m feeling smug about my power of persistence. Melissa and I make the 40-minute drive to Portland, buy the movie for $20, and turn around for the 40-minute drive back home.
Even though I’m watching the movie for my project, Melissa and I are excited about watching it because of its spiritual message. The book is about a man’s spiritual journey in search for meaning, set within a story about human struggle. So we sit in our special places on the sofa. Our older cat cuddles up in Melissa’s lap. Our dog curls up by my feet. We start the movie and prepare for a spiritual lesson. It’s all good, right? Wrong. The Bill Murray version of A Razor’s Edge did what Hollywood has done all too often: it missed the point. The movie was virtually wiped clean of any spiritual message, leaving mostly the story about human struggle to stand alone.
A few days later, Melissa and I decide to watch the 1946 version of the movie that TiVo so gracefully provided us. It was exactly what we wanted. The spiritual message of the story was loud and clear. The movie was perfect. I'm not sure why they ever made another one.
Today's story is about control—me trying to control the flow of life, yet totally getting in its way. The movie that I needed to watch metaphorically fell into my lap; that is, a machine serendipitously recorded it for me. It was instant. It was free. It was effortless. Yet I took it upon myself to choose struggle over flow. I chose to control and drove 160 miles, spent $20 on a DVD, $7 on gas and $2.40 on tolls, entirely without need. And I’ll do it again, I’m sure of it. After all, as I said before, I’m thicker than your average guy ;-)
Bob Olson, OfSpirit.com editor
Luck Of The “I Wish”
Last December, it
was time for me to trade in my pickup truck for a new one. So
while on our way to see a movie one Sunday evening, my wife,
Melissa, and I drove through the Toyota dealership to see what
they had in stock.
I was trading in
a Toyota Tacoma 4X4 for a new one (four wheel drive being an
important feature during our New England winters). As we drove
through the lot, the only color they had in stock that I liked was
white. And there was only one of those in the model I wanted. But
when I found the time to drive to the dealership later the next
day (Monday), they had just sold it to another dealership an hour
The salesman, a
brawny 40-year-old named Chris, told me “When another dealership
has a buyer for a model and color that they don’t have in stock
but we do, we help each other out by selling it to them at cost.
But that’s not a problem, Bob; we’ll just get your truck from
another nearby dealership that has what you want.”
I told Chris that
what I really wanted was a dark blue Tacoma 4X4 with a hood
scoop—a hood scoop being an air intake on the hood, which is
really more of a cosmetic feature that gives the truck a more
rugged appearance (maybe it’s a guy thing). But Chris told me
that Toyota had changed the blue in the new model and suggested
that it was risky to order one without seeing it because I might
not like it (and he didn’t have one to show me). I agreed it was
too risky. I didn’t want to order something I might not like. So
I stuck with the white color.
explained to me that the hood scoop only comes with a particular
model of Tacomas. And it turned out that the hood-scoop model was
out of my price range. So I knew that feature wasn’t going to
Chris checked his
computer and found three white Tacomas in the model I could afford
at three different dealerships in New England. We negotiated the
final price, I signed a sale agreement and put down a $100
deposit. Chris said he should have the truck in the next day.
I drove away
excited about my new truck but felt slightly unsure about the
color. I’ve always wanted a dark blue Tacoma, but no local
dealerships had one in stock at the time of my last purchase
either. As a result, I settled for a black one because that was
nice too. But it wasn’t exactly what I’d wanted. And I always
regretted—just a bit—that I hadn’t waited for a blue one.
Since buying that
truck a few years ago, I always added a “dark blue Tacoma with a
hood scoop” to my wish
list. I’ve had such good luck manifesting my desires
whenever I have written “I Wish” at the top of a sheet of
paper and then listed all the things I want to manifest into my
life. Yet here, once again, I had now signed a sale agreement for
a white Tacoma. I drove home questioning if I had settled for what
was easy and available rather than waiting until they got a blue
one in stock so I could see it. I wondered if this item on my wish
list would have to wait another few years.
Stopped at a
traffic light, I realized that I was feeling sad when I should be
feeling happy. I’ve done enough personal work to know that it
didn’t serve me to question myself any longer. So I surrendered
to the decision I’d made and got myself excited about my new
“white” pickup truck. And all the way home, every time I drove
by a white Tacoma, I felt happy about my new purchase.
morning, I anxiously awaited Chris’ phone call telling me to
come get my truck. I had cleared my schedule for the day so I
would have time to go to the dealership and get everything done.
The call didn’t come. By noontime, I called him.
“I’m sorry I
haven’t called, Bob. I’ve called the closest dealership twice
already but the guy hasn’t returned my call. This is unusual, so
maybe the guy left the office. I’ll call someone else there and
see what’s up. I’ll call you back soon.”
Two hours later,
Chris called saying, “It turns out that the computer was wrong.
They already sold that truck. That’s probably why he didn’t
call me back—they likely had a customer interested and were
waiting to see if he was going to buy it. I’m so sorry about
this. I’ll call the next dealership on the list and we’ll find
a runner to go get the vehicle. But I probably can’t get it
today. I’ll call you tomorrow once it arrives.”
felt a lot like Tuesday. Chris never called, so I called him
around two o’clock in the afternoon. Once again, he was having
difficulty getting the other dealership to return his call.
“I don’t know
what’s going on, Bob. This never happens. Normally other
dealerships are good about this sort of thing. It must be because
it’s the end of the year. I guess nobody wants to give up a
vehicle that they might be able to sell for profit.”
Chris seemed a
bit distraught over the whole situation. He was stuttering a bit
and repeating himself a lot. And he was one of the best car
salesmen I’d ever had. He really listened to everything I said
and didn’t come on strong during the negotiations. So I felt bad
for the guy.
I was beginning
to get frustrated, of course, but quickly caught myself each time
I did by trusting that the Universe was working in my favor (okay,
that was what Melissa was telling me). Melissa reminded me that
just because things didn’t appear to be going my way didn’t
mean they weren’t. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be trading my
truck in yet. Maybe the truck at that dealership was a lemon.
Maybe something good would come out of all this delay. It was
these thoughts that kept me patient, which allowed me to treat the
salesman with kindness and gratitude for his efforts during his
moment of anxiety.
fourth day into this fiasco—nothing had changed. Chris had now
moved on to the third dealership and was having the exact same
problem. No one was returning his calls. I remained patient and
understanding, but I was beginning to feel like I should call off
the sale altogether. When things don’t flow, it usually makes me
question if I’m moving in the wrong direction.
morning, rather than call Chris, I felt compelled to just drive up
to the dealership, cancel the order and get my deposit back. My
intuition spoke loudly that this was the thing to do, so I went
straight up there in the morning.
When I walked
into the dealership, Chris was sitting with a potential customer.
I waited for Chris to leave his desk to tell him I was there. I
don’t think he was surprised by my arrival.
“Hey Chris, I
see that you’re busy,” I said. “So who can I talk to about canceling
the order and getting my deposit back? Then, once you get some new
Tacomas in stock, just give me a call and we’ll start over.”
That’s no problem,” said Chris. “But I was meaning to call
you because we got a dark blue Tacoma in from the manufacturer
this morning. To tell you the truth, I never know when a new
vehicle is going to arrive. So I hid it out back so you could look
My heart began to
flutter, but I kept my poker face on to not reveal my excitement.
go take a look at it and let you know,” I told him.
I walked around
to the back of the dealership to find the dark blue Tacoma 4X4
that he hid back there. When I saw it, it was like angelic music
began to play and a stream of sunlight shined around the truck (at
least in my imagination). I absolutely loved the color, and it was
the model with the hood scoop!
Somehow, I just
knew this was my truck. My whole body tingled in a way that only
happens when my intuition is strongly connected. And I knew at my
core that the dealership would give me this more expensive model
(the model with the hood scoop) at the same price I negotiated for
the cheaper model in order to not lose the sale—and partially
because of everything that had happened that week. I walked back
to the showroom and ran into Chris just outside the door.
“Okay, Chris, I
like the color. So I’ll take it for a test drive. But while
I’m driving it, tell your sales manager that I’ll only take it
if he gives me the exact same deal as we arranged in the sale
agreement. If he can’t do it, that’s fine—I’ll just come
back in a month or so. But if he can, please don’t come back to
me asking me to put another thousand dollars down, not even five
hundred dollars or fifty dollars. Okay? Just let me know if you
can or can’t do it.”
I said it
laughing so as to keep the mood light, but he knew I was serious.
I took the truck for a drive and never lost that feeling that it
was mine. When I got back to the dealership, Chris sat me down at
“Okay, Bob, you
realize, of course, that this truck is a better model than the one
I cut him off,
“Oh here we go. Here comes the upsell.”
“No, no, no,
that’s not where I’m going. I’m not going to ask you for
more money. You got your deal. Congratulations. (He shook my
hand.) I just want you to know that you got a hell of a deal. I
know we had some trouble this week, so I just want you to
understand that this vehicle is $5000 more than the one you
bought. I want you to walk away happy about all this.”
I told Chris that
I was a happy customer. And before I knew it, I was driving home
in the truck I’d wanted for years.
As I drove home
in my new dark blue Tacoma 4X4 with the hood scoop, I thought
about the lessons I’d learned from the whole experience. First
and foremost, there was a big lesson on setting intentions. Having
written down the exact truck I wanted, the Universe knew how to
manifest that into my life even when I was willing to settle for
The next lesson
was to trust that the Universe was acting in my favor even when I
couldn’t see it. I could have canceled my order on Tuesday,
Wednesday or Thursday when the dealership couldn’t obtain the
inventory. I could have easily found one of the dealerships that
had the white Tacomas in stock and purchased it from them. But
instead of trying to control the situation and force it to go my
way, I surrendered to what was already in motion and trusted that
it was perfect. In the end, I got the color I wanted and a model
that was $5000 beyond my budget.
It’s a simple
story, I know; but one I hope you’ll think
about when you don’t get that job you wanted. Maybe a better job
is right around the corner. Or when that relationship you thought
was going somewhere ends. Maybe you’re about to meet the love of
your life. Or any number of possible situations where things look
grim at first but turn into something better than you ever could
I know this is
all a bit optimistic and fluffy. And I know true struggles in life
can’t be compared to the purchase of an automobile. But we can
turn to the TV, radio or newspapers to hear, see or read about all
the doom and gloom we can possibly handle, so why not spread a
positive and hopeful message now and then? And if it resonates
with you, try it on with your little struggles in life and see how
it feels. Then, later, if you’ve had enough positive outcomes,
it might just come in handy with the more challenging obstacles
Moment My Skepticism Around Energy Healing Dissolved
Earlier this year, I began a
new exercise regimen that was more aerobic than anything I had
done in a long time. It turns out that my body wasn’t ready for
me to jump up in the air, bring my knees waist high, and then slap
my hands on my thighs mid-air. First of all, that’s not an easy
move to coordinate for the first time in your late 40s, at least
not for someone who spends most of his time behind a desk. Second,
it wasn’t the jumping that was the issue; it was the landing
that both shook the house and injured the ligaments (or something
of that nature) in my left knee.
It didn’t happen all at once. I kind of knew it was happening,
but I ignored the pain and pushed through. But within a couple
weeks, I wasn’t exercising any more or even walking all that
well. All the same, I was sure the injury was minor and would heal
itself within a few days or weeks. I was wrong. Five months later,
it still hurt to walk, especially up and down stairs.
The pain was more annoying than aching. It felt like an elastic
band inside my knee might snap at any moment. Yet I was
considering that I might need a cane if it got any worse. My
biggest concern, though, was that I might not be able to walk my
dog, Libby, at some point, which is very important to me. I walk
her every morning and every evening, and sometimes it’s the only
thing that gets me away from my work. But our morning walks were
getting quite difficult being that we walk in the woods with rocks
and roots, and dips and ditches, twisting and trouncing my knee.
And the worst part was that I was no longer able to run or even
jog with Libby. I’d become someone who could only walk or limp
quickly, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to run with my dog
I did not want to go to the doctor. In my mind, he’d either
prescribe medication or recommend surgery, and neither were
options I was ready to take at this point. So I waited more than
five months hoping it would heal on its own. It didn’t. I
finally decided to try an energy healer.
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t have high hopes. Despite having
overcome my skepticism about a lot of bizarre abilities in the
mind/body/spirit field, energy healing was one modality where I
still had a lot of skepticism. But because I also was once
skeptical about mediums (yet gained evidence to convince me that
people really can communicate with our loved ones in spirit), I
was at least an open-minded skeptic. Plus, every time I considered
another option like acupuncture, this one energy healer I’d
heard about locally, named Jane Fecteau, kept popping into my
mind. It took me months to make a decision, but I finally decided
to listen to my intuition and give Jane a try.
Knowing that I’d waited five months, I felt confident that my
body wasn’t going to heal the knee on its own without some
assistance. This was important to me because I had experienced
energy healing sessions in the past just for the sake of having
the experience. But I didn’t have anything to heal, so I never
knew if the sessions had any positive effect. This time I had
physical pain in an area of my body for five months, so if the
pain subsided following the energy healing session, I could
reasonably give the energy healing the credit for that result and
not merely assume that my body suddenly healed itself. I knew that
was what I required to overcome my skepticism.
I visited intuitive healer Jane Fecteau with hesitant enthusiasm,
but I didn’t tell her about my skepticism—I wanted to be
polite. It turns out that she wouldn’t have cared if I did.
She’s healed lots of skeptics in her many years of practice and
enjoys seeing the dramatic awakening and surprise that occurs when
these clients are healed.
Jane Fecteau is a slender, gentle woman with layers of curly hair
that frame her face and cover her shoulders. What I immediately
liked about her is her confidence in her work. Healing people is
second nature to her now. Like me with psychics and mediums,
she’s seen too much to expect anything but positive results.
What’s cool is that Jane became a healer because she went to an
energy healer herself years ago after conventional medicine was
unable to successfully heal her injuries due to chemical exposure.
She was so impressed by her own healing that she studied to
enhance her own intuitive healing abilities and is now one of the
most respected healers in New England. I’ve learned through the
grapevine that physicians, nurse practitioners, chiropractors,
massage therapists and naturopaths often refer their patients to
Jane. She even offers classes now to help advanced healers do what
Once in her office, we chatted casually, she had me fill out some
brief paperwork, then she had me lay down on a table (fully
clothed) while soothing music played in the background. Jane
verbally explained to me everything she was doing as she did it,
which is something I particularly enjoy. Sometimes she touched my
knee or leg very gently, other times she just worked with the
energy directly over my body. Since she works with meridians
(energy conduits in the body), and since an injury in one area of
the body can affect other areas of the body, Jane moved from my
left leg to my right leg to my left hip and even my right shoulder
during the session.
Jane said she has the ability to view the body the same way an MRI
presents it. So I would occasionally look up and see her staring
into the air in front of her like she was examining a
three-dimensional MRI image.
She kept saying, “You’ll probably feel a shift taking place as
I do this,” or “You might feel some warmth or tingling,” but
I never felt anything. I’m just not in tune with my body in that
way and have never felt physical sensations the way some people do
during mind/body/spirit sessions. It’s either that or my
skepticism blocks these sensations out.
Once the session was over, Jane informed me that I might be sore
the next day and feel a little tired. I really didn’t believe it
would happen, but I had no choice but to take a two-hour nap the
next day. My knee, however, felt great. It wasn’t one hundred
percent pain-free, but it was 90 percent better than it had been
over the prior five months.
Jane called me the next day to see how I was doing, but I didn’t
return her call. I’ve seen people have a placebo effect after an
alternative healing session, so I wanted to be sure I didn’t
tell her on the phone that I felt better only to have the pain
return the very next day. After three days of my knee feeling
increasingly better, I emailed her about my concern of the placebo
effect and said I would let her know how I was doing after a
My knee felt better with each day that passed until I totally
forgot it was ever injured. About two weeks after the session with
Jane, I was visiting family in Connecticut who live and work at a
private school. I had taken Libby out for a walk in the morning
and suddenly found myself running across the school fields with
her running beside me. I ran. She chased. I dodged her. She ran
away. I chased after her. She jumped and barked playfully. Until I
finally recognized, “Oh my God! I’m running without pain!”
I called Jane Fecteau right away. It was a Saturday, but she
answered the phone.
“Jane, it’s Bob Olson. Forgive me if I sound out of breath,
but I was just outside with my dog and suddenly realized that I
was running beside her without pain. I honestly didn’t know if
I’d ever run with her again. I’m so excited that I just had to
That was the moment my skepticism around energy healing dissolved.
But the story doesn’t end there. I told Jane that day that, in
hindsight, I realized my knee was maybe 97 percent better—yet I
still had two or three minutes of discomfort in the knee a few
times a week. It didn’t hurt at all while running with Libby,
and didn’t hurt at all while talking to Jane on the phone, but I
remembered having these brief minutes of slight discomfort the
Jane said that what I was experiencing was equivalent to a memory
of the injury, and that all I needed was maybe one or two more
sessions to release that memory from my body. It made sense to me,
so I went back to see her.
In my second session, Jane Fecteau noticed that my left kneecap
was a little out of alignment due to my compensating for the
injury for so long. She told me that she was going to re-align it,
upon which she gently touched it (again I felt nothing). The next
day, though, my kneecap was sore, as if she really did re-align
it. Of course, she had warned me that this would likely happen, so
I wasn’t worried. I was actually surprised that my kneecap was
sore at all, mind you that this was on the outside of my knee now,
not inside the knee where my original pain had been located.
I said to my wife, Melissa, “This is amazing. I can really feel
where she worked on me.” I was dumbfounded that her gentle touch
had this significant effect.
A week later, I could still feel discomfort in my kneecap (not the
original ligament area), so I went back to see Jane for a third
session. She said that healing isn’t always an overnight event,
that it can be a process. I laughed because I say that a lot about
spiritual growth—it’s a process and not an event.
I’ll admit that my elation about healing my original problem was
deflated a bit by this new issue. I had no question in my mind
that Jane Fecteau’s healing abilities were real, but I wondered
if re-aligning my kneecap had been a good idea. It turns out it
was exactly what I needed, because my knee is now completely
healed. My left leg is a little weak due to the months I spent
putting most of the weight and work on my right leg to compensate
for my original issue, but I have no pain or discomfort in the
ligament area or my kneecap.
I’m actually glad I had to go back for the second and third
sessions, because I got to experience how Jane’s work really had
a physical result (and one I could feel). If she had just said
that she re-aligned my kneecap and I never felt anything in the
days following, I never would have known if she did or didn’t.
But there was no denying that my kneecap felt sore in the days
that followed, just as it would have if a surgeon had re-aligned
it. Yet I didn’t have to get surgery. There was no anesthesia,
no incision, no pain medication and no physical rehabilitation
And now that I’m healed, I get to share this experience with you
and others. I experienced a healing that was distinguishable and
recognizable—not just something that is imperceptible or that
I’ll have to wait for the future to know if it’s real (like a
psychic prediction). I had the experience of feeling physical pain
that sustained for five months and then disappeared after seeing
an energy healer. I never would have expected it, but now I’m
glad that I gave it a try.
Jane Fecteau is both a medical intuitive and energy healer. From
my perspective, energy healers are a cut above medical intuitives
because they can heal the physical issue rather than just identify
it and offer healing advice. Nonetheless, Jane can do both.
Although it wasn’t my personal experience, Jane assures me that
not everyone is going to heal quite as quickly as I did. Your
illness or injury might require more than three sessions over a
few weeks. That said, in the time that it’s taken me to write
this article, I now know several people who have been to see Jane
based on my recommendation and have seen amazing results covering
a wide-range of issues. I’ve subsequently learned that she has
had exceptional results with conditions involving chronic pain
where people’s doctors were unable to help them.
I now get ongoing sessions with Jane just to keep my energy body
at optimal performance, as does my wife and some friends of ours.
I’ve come to notice a lot of positive changes taking place in
all our lives, which leads me to believe that energy work affects
all aspects of our lives—our relationships, happiness and even
our finances—not just our physical body. This isn’t something
I can prove, of course; but it might just be an added benefit to
working with an energy healer.
You can learn more about Jane Fecteau via her website http://www.JaneFecteau.com.
Her phone number is 207-370-5108. She is able to work remotely
(over the phone) with anyone around the world, so it is not
necessary to travel to her office in Maine; but that too is an
option. Be sure to tell her that you read about her in Bob
Olson’s article. And give her a call soon, as the people who I
write about tend to book up fast once I’ve put my article
My very best wishes for your health and healing.
Founder of BestPsychicMediums.com
Founder of BestPsychicDirectory.com
Founder of AfterLifeTV.com
Editor of OfSpirit.com Magazine
Disclaimer: While I certainly can’t recommend energy healing in place of conventional medical treatment, it works wonderfully alongside mainstream medical care or when traditional medicine isn’t working and has been exhausted. Energy healing and medical intuition should never be used to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease or psychological disorder, or as a substitute for medical care or psychological treatment. My own personal story does not constitute a warranty, guarantee or prediction regarding the outcome of an individual using Jane Fecteau's services.