The boy was in pain and his whimpers were growing louder and more pitiful by the minute. His father sitting next to him, trying to make time with the good looking blonde on his right was not helping my mood in the least. I had been sitting in airplane seats which are designed for maximum occupancy rather than passenger comfort too long today. I was still trying to relax during the tedious flight from Guadalajara to Mexico City then to Houston and culminating with this last leg to Colorado Springs. Relaxing was proving difficult to accomplish considering the business meetings that took place in Mexico were a bust and had been thoroughly disgusting. We were about a half hour from landing in Colorado Springs where mcm iphone 6 case I would pick up my truck hidden somewhere in the vast long term lot and drive the hour and a half from the airport to my home in a small mining town up in the Rockies called Cripple Creek.
We had just started our descent when I became aware of the young boy of approximately 8 – 10 years of age sitting in the row behind me. Within 10 minutes the boy was complaining of his face hurting and having a headache. The father was still ignoring him which was starting to get on my nerves because the boy seemed to genuinely be in distress and getting worse.
Since the father was too busy to pay any attention to his son, I decided to take a hand and help the boy. I looked over my shoulder to see the boy in tears and told him that I would take the pain away for him. He did not pay any attention to me but kept holding his head and mcm replica crying. His father was still too busy to pay any attention to him. I felt like turning around in my seat and looking him in the face and letting him know what I thought of his parenting technique. Miraculously I stayed calm and decided not to do this.
I settled comfortably, or as comfortably as you can in an airplane seat, took a deep breath, blew it out slowly and cleared my mind of distractions. I looked into the boy’s mind and found that the problem that was causing his headache was not sinus pressure or anything as mundane as that. It was fear of crashing. This fear is understandable by anyone who has ever watched the news and seen the aftermath of a plane crash. This picture in the boy’s mind of falling to the ground coupled with the eerie feeling of falling that everyone who has flown has felt during landing, which cheap mcm backpack was also being radiated from many of those seated around us, was causing the pains that the boy was experiencing.
I corrected the neural pathways causing the problems I found and did the necessary cleanup work to get rid of the memories and other things that were triggered by the plane descending to the runway. During this last bit of the treatment the crying subsided and stopped. The boy became calm and appeared quite surprised at his own calmness. When I was finished I again looked over my shoulder at the boy who looked back at me and I asked if he felt better now.
I said, “Good,” and turned around in my seat to face forward again just before we touched down. I never heard another sound from the boy and his father was blissfully ignorant of all that had passed being completely engrossed in putting the make on the girl next to him.