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Foreword
Editors don't generally write forewords for the books they edit. Editors usually confine their scribbling to such remarks as "Can you come up with a better example?" or "I'd move this to the conclusion," or simply "Huh??" This is a special book, though, and I have developed a special relationship with this author.
I first met Eric Thorton on paper two-and-half years ago when I had an opportunity to edit a very early draft of this book, sent to me by email through a third party. Along with my corrections and suggestions, I characterized this as a compelling, intriguing story, not only a great read, but capable of truly making a difference in people's lives. I thought it was one of the most important and unique manuscripts that had crossed my desk. I only wished I had some way to communicate that directly to the author.
For a year I watched for the book to hit the bookstores. Nothing. The manuscript haunted me. I went back and read it again, sure I had stumbled onto something very special. And there I found a little thread of hope: Eric Thorton's phone number!
It took a few days to work up the nerve to call him, but I had to know the fate of his book. He had no idea who I was when he answered the phone, but then he wouldn't have known about me, since we had worked through a third party. We had an animated discussion about his healing practice and writing efforts, but he told me he had no prospects for publishing at the time. He had begun to revise the manuscript, and I liked the things he was telling me about it. Then he asked me, "Uh, did you say you're an editor?" I said, "I'm your editor. I edited your manuscript." He told me he was currently in search of an editor, and we agreed without hesitation to work together.
Reading Eric's revised manuscript, I was more convinced than ever that this was a humble, truthful man with special gifts he wished to offer for the good of others. His story was as intriguing this time around as it had been in the past. And then I discovered Eric lived just a few miles from a close relative I visit several times a year! I vowed to meet him on my next family visit.
We agreed to meet at Starbucks. I suppose he was reluctant to letting a strange woman into his home, and I wasn't about to meet him anywhere but in a very public place. Would he be weird? Would he talk about my aura and hint that he could see into my soul or even my mind? Would he creep me out? Try "none of the above." Here was the guy next door, as he had described himself, just a friendly, affable guy with a good sense of humor and the uncanny ability to help Spirit heal people who wish to be healed. After an hour of rapid-fire conversation, I knew I had to experience Eric's gifts firsthand. I asked for a healing session. He requested permission to contact my Guides through meditation to prepare himself for the session, which would be in a few days. He knew nothing of my medical history and preferred to keep it that way.
Now, I was not in any way ill or in pain or suffering. I simply wanted Eric to look inside me and tell me what he saw. After sharing with me what his meditation had revealed, various details of which confused either or both of us, I lay on a massage table, fully clothed, covered with a down comforter. (He had the windows open, and the weather was brisk.) Eric never touched me, never actually saw my body with his physical eyes. He consulted his Guides and mine, who apparently were stationed at the foot of the table. I neither saw them nor heard them.
Holding his hand about 10-12 inches above my body, he went where the Guides told him to go. Now, the session lasted four hours, and I won't bore you with all the details, many of which would be of interest to me only. But let me share a few of the surprising moments. When Eric's hand hovered over my liver, he suddenly asked, "Have you had chemotherapy?" Whoa! Indeed, I had undergone nine grueling months of chemotherapy 18 years prior. He said there were lingering traces of the drugs, which he would normally see in the kidneys, but the Guides wanted to remove them from my liver. "Go for it," was my answer. The room did not tremble; there was no great wind, no physical sensation at all. He did the job and moved on.
After several stops along the way, discussing the situation quietly and calmly with the Guides, Eric's hand made its way toward the site of my original tumor. Would he find it, I wondered. And, yes, when his hand hovered about 12 inches above the spot he said simply, "Oh, so this is where the cancer was." Bingo! He really could see into my body! Then he asked whether I had undergone radiation and, yes, I had. He said the Guides would like to remove the effects of the radiation, and, with my permission, he began making scooping motions in the air and sort of tossing aside something invisible. Suddenly he shook his hand at the wrist and grimaced. "Geez! How many treatments did you have?" I told him 30, and he shuddered and flicked his hand again, explaining that the effects of the radiation were scorching his palm. He turned to the invisible Guides (invisible to me, anyway) and asked very quietly, "Can you do something about this?" holding his palm out to them. After a few seconds he mumbled a "thanks" and continued removing the effects of the radiation.
The four-hour session was thorough and astounding, yet Eric remained matter-of-fact throughout. He never made any dramatic moves or spoke to the Guides in an affected voice. He did not become exhausted or weak. In fact, we kept up a friendly banter and even had a few laughs. I didn't go into a trance and he didn't speak in tongues or chant or do anything strange at all.
About a year later I returned for another healing session, again feeling fine but wanting to know what I could learn about myself. And I will go back again when I'm visiting in his area. Eric's ultimate goal is something he calls "education of the soul" through "eternal psychology.¨" As he explains in this book and on his web site, the physical body is the spirit's laboratory, the place where learning occurs through pain, discomfort and suffering. Only when we learn the root cause of the ailment do we truly grow from our illnesses, and only then can we achieve permanent healing. But the process goes beyond healing the physical body; it's about the progression of the soul for the purpose of improving and elevating the entire human species.
Eric Thorton has opened my mind to the possibility of exploring my purpose on earth, discovering the lessons I came here to learn and making progress in that learning. Now that he has shaken me to the core by surprising me with his knowledge of my being, I am determined to develop my own knowledge of my being and work on the education of my soul. Read the book; you'll probably want to do the same.
Lynn Gerlach
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