How it all started
I believe it was somewhere in October 2009 - when, about evening time, I got a call from a good friend of mine. She said: 'Wilco, I have experienced something so special, you really have to hear this.'
Taken aback by her enthusiasm, I asked her what it was that she had experienced.
I met someone who talked about a specific form of healing,' she said, 'and I think YOU should experience that too sometime'. In fact, she added, 'can imagine you doing that type of work too.’
Mind you, I had never heard of the concept of ‘healing’ at the time, and did not know what it entailed. In fact, I did not have a good feeling about this healing she was talking about because, being a physiotherapist, in a renowned, well-run practice where every action had to be based on scientific evidence and logical thinking, and where there was no room for Hokus Pokus business, l had no sympathy for such ideas. So, somewhat skeptical, I listened to the rest of her story. 'There is also a book, she enthused, 'and you will get it from me for Christmas'.
On Boxing Day 2009, I met her in person after a long time. Our telephone conversation of October had already faded into the background. But apparently not for her; for moments after meeting up, she gave me a present. 'This is the book I talked about,’ she said. ‘Go read, it's really something for you'.
When I got home, I opened the first pages. And there before me were all these health references. What on earth am I supposed to do with this book, I thought to myself. After reading a few lines, I knew exactly what I was supposed to do with it. ‘What Bullsh*t...’ I thought! (And I am putting what I thought mildly here)
Of course the book was going to have to disappear somewhere in the room forever - never to be touched again.
Have you ever experienced a situation where things turn out just a little differently from what you had planned? Until this day I still cannot explain why that book kept haunting my mind. Had l not already said goodbye to the book? Why was l continually picking it up from its hiding place to be reading it in bits?
Of course, now I know in retrospect that everything was moving in accordance with what had to be. This was my first encounter with a perfectly orchestrated Universe and Divine Timing. But l was totally oblivious to this at the time.
My first encounter with 'the Quantum Field'
The first weeks passed – and my unintentional reading continued. I still enjoyed my work greatly and patients remained generally very satisfied. Then somewhere in February 2010, I can't remember the exact date, an elderly lady of around 75 years old entered my practice. Her extreme back pain made me wonder at first if there wasn’t any underlying medical abnormality. However, her GP reassured me that that was not the case, and gave me the go-ahead to treat her in the cadre of my profession.
When she entered the treatment room, something strange happened. The moment her feet crossed over the threshold, a little voice in my head said: 'Why don't you try it'? Startled, I ignored the voice. But again 'it' spoke to me: 'Why don't you try it'?
Totally confused now, I tried to figure out what to do: What was I supposed to do now? Just follow this 'voice' that did not sound like mine?
I decided to sit down, take a few deep breaths and have a conversation with my patient. Unfortunately, the little voice in my head kept on... even getting stronger. I decided to put my patient on her stomach, which in her condition, was a major mistake in my work. Then l followed up with another mistake – by telling her that I was going to do a relaxation exercise with her, which of course was not true. Full of confidence, she did exactly as l asked her.
The whole time I ‘worked on the lady’, I was afraid that at some point she would see me 'waving' my hands over her body. That was probably the longest 25 minutes of my career. My hands moved intuitively over her body - without once touching her, while restlessly and tensely I watched the door of the treatment room – petrified that one of my colleagues might accidentally step in.
After about 25 minutes, I decided it was enough, and asked her to get off the massage table. Glad that no one had disturbed us, I sat down behind my desk. I had read in ‘that’ book how important it was to ask an 'open question' the first time. So I asked her, 'What did you experience'?
To my great surprise, she said: 'Wilco, it's unbelievable but standing next to me was an Indian with a mustache and a stick in his hand'. The shock that swept through me was not just because of this answer, but the fact that I had read something like that in ‘the’ book shortly before that meeting with the lady.
You know, people can observe anything in one session – from geometric figures to bright colours, from shapes to deceased relatives, and more: Everything in the Quantum realm is possible.
The elderly lady and I said goodbye to each other and agreed to meet again a week and a half later.
Her next appointment
I picked her up from the waiting room and asked her to come with me. In that short walk to the treatment room, I immediately noticed that she was walking much easier, without a sore expression on her face. But of course, we often see that someone can recover spontaneously, my logical mind reminded me.
Once in the room, everything repeated itself again – exactly like the previous meeting: The same little voice, the same 'urge’ to put the patient on her stomach, the same 'little lie' about a relaxation exercise, and so on. This time, she said: 'Beautiful colours Wilco, beautiful colours. These colours do not exist here on planet Earth’.
If you are wondering what happened to her later on, l have to disappoint you. I don't know. I don't remember if we made any further arrangements or if her condition improved. I don't even know or remember what her name was. It was as if she disappeared out of the face of the earth, or simply got ripped out of my existence.
After my initial resistance to, and confusion about that incident in my practice, I started growing more and more curious about this 'new phenomenon’. So l decided to put in some research.
It was as l took to researching on the internet that I discovered that this form of healing was not only an everyday occurrence (when understood), but was being taught all over the world. I signed up – in spite of myself.
My first healing seminar
November 5th 2010 was the big day. On that day, together with 800 other interested participants, l began my first healing seminar in Amsterdam, The Netherlands. It was at this seminar that I saw eyelids twitching involuntarily, arms flailing, heads shaking, emotions unleashing, and people letting go... It was here that I heard of healings without physical contact... here that l heard healing stories from other participants that did so not seem real.
That day, at that seminar, I realized that my ordinary life was never going to be the same again. And I was right.....