Tea with the Queen Mum

I was working with a client, I can’t remember now exactly why she came to see me, but that day something pulled me to her liver. I sat there holding the liver for awhile and nothing happened, no movement, no heat, nothing. So I moved my hands over a bit to the gall bladder and sat, feeling into it. Here, I started to feel movement and heat being released, so I just sat there paying attention while it happened.

Suddenly, I was in the dream state, having high tea with the Queen Mum. She was sitting on a couch with cabbage roses. We had our hats and gloves on. The tea service was quite lovely of course, the porcelain beautiful with a rose or flower pattern. There was lace everywhere. Several plates of little tea sandwiches were on the table between us.

As I listened, I noticed that she was talking with a certain attitude. I heard such words as, “Can you imagine,” and “Of all the nerve.” It was clear that the attitude was righteous indignation.

Then I was back in my office. The process under my hands was complete and I was wondering if I should mention any of this experience to my client. I checked inside and it seemed OK, so I asked her if she had ever had any experience with righteous indignation.

At that point she became animated and sat up and said, “Righteous indignation almost killed me! My husband and I were biking and a driver cut us off and almost hit my husband. I was so angry that I gave him every obscene sign I could think of, lost my balance, fell off my bike and rolled across the highway where I could have been run over. Righteous indignation has come up frequently in my life.”

As I told her what happened in the dream state, she also told me she was born in England.

Several years later I was teaching a class about the organs in the U.K. and told this particular story. After class a student came up to me and told me that the Queen Mum had been famous for her formal teas and for having righteous indignation, that she never forgave King George for marrying Mrs. Simpson and abandoning the throne.

This was an external reminder to really trust the depth of the information I was receiving.