Mary-Morgan Childs

EFT as a Follow-up to Tong Ren

March 2005

Dear Catherine,

Thank you for your remarkable help in protecting my sanity! When my dance partner forgot the timing for a grand aerial in performance and I landed dangerously twisted on my ankle, leg and hip with great force, I feared I would be out of the show for good. My heart sank and I could not tell which hurt worse!?! What a miracle is the long distance Tong Ren Therapy, for the one treatment, the night of the accident, was enough to get me back on stage to finish the next two shows!

The effects of the bad sprain, however, set in after that goal was met. As you know, the piercing reality of being a “cripple” on crutches was detrimental to my state of mind and being!

Thankfully, you were able to acknowledge that there was more than physical reparation needed, but emotional sorting-out. Anger and fear tormented me daily as the dancer had to deal with the restrictions of a critical leg injury. This was exactly the problem with which, overwhelmed with negative emotions, I could not deal. I was missing competitions scheduled in Boston, missing meals from my lack of mobility, and falling behind in my studies. Disappointment and frustration led to thoroughly rejecting the responsibilities of caring for the injury. At that low confusing point three weeks ago, you knew I would benefit from EFT tapping and, indeed, it is that therapeutic session that got me back on my feet again—physically and emotionally. Venting the pain brought me to tears as I was encouraged to share every grueling moment I had experienced while struggling with this injury, that which I was missing as a result, and the impact it was having on my personal life. You helped me realize that to which my dense emotions were blinded—the importance of nurture. I also learned the harsh lesson of patience. As a result of this emotionally freeing session, I felt changed, liberated, and empowered...

Most sincerely,

Mary-Morgan Childs

EFT for Animals

February 2005

Mary had twice tried unsuccessfully to follow the trail of blood across the snow to locate her cat. Resigned to the prospect of finding its cold, stiff little body after the thaw, she gave up and went inside. As the temperature plummeted, the injured animal sought refuge in the garage, where it was found yowling miserably the next day. It looked as if it had been hit by a car, and a chunk of mangled flesh hung from its right front paw. With great difficulty, Mary and Martin cornered it, captured it, and deposited it in its cat carrier to await a trip to the vet. It was at this point that
Smokey and I met.

At first, I was at a loss to know how to help the cat. It was obviously suffering physical pain as well as emotional trauma, evidenced by a frenzy of hissing, spitting, and pitiful yowling. As the animal thrashed in its carrier, I considered what to do. There was no way I was going to reach into the carrier and touch the cat—it would shred me in an instant! After a moment of thought, I decided that using EFT was the best approach. I would apply the tapping sequence on myself, using the emotions that I assumed the cat was experiencing.

I began tapping, using a setup for fear, pain, and emotional trauma. I also threw in a comment about “being locked up in this damn box.” At this point, about thirty seconds into the sequence, the cat stopped thrashing and stared at me strangely. I figured I was onto something, so I continued in this vein. The cat turned and looked over its shoulder at me. I continued tapping, completing the first sequence. The whole process took less than three minutes. To my complete amazement, the cat then sighed, curled up, closed its eyes, and went to sleep!

I confess that I was pretty concerned, because I was afraid that the cat had died! I crept around the cat carrier and reached down to check for signs of life. One amber eye snapped open, and a low growl let me know that I had permission to tap, but not to touch! Smokey remained in this position until his owners arrived to take him to the vet. I wish I could tell you a more exciting tale about the hours of time and effort I spent to calm the cat down but—basically—it took three minutes and that’s about it! I’d be interested to try this out on a larger, more vicious cat, perhaps a lion at the zoo!