Matrix Energetics: The Science and Art of Transformation (Matrix Energetics Collection) - Softcover

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Richard Bartlett, DC, ND, holds a chiropractic degree from Parker Chiropractic College and a naturopathic medicine degree from Bastyr University. Renowned for his gentle touch and focused thought, Bartlett developed Matrix Energetics, a teachable healing system that has helped thousands through his practice and seminars. He lives in Seattle, Washington. Visit his website at MatrixEnergetics.com.  

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Dr. Bartlett teaches how to access the potential of creativity within us and how to learn to unleash the power of our active imagination.

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The Birth of Matrix Energetics

The little girl was three years old. She arrived with her mother at my chiropractic office at 6 pm, the last patient of a very exhausting day. I had driven four hours to get to my office in Livingston, Montana, that morning. The night before, I had stopped to sleep at a motel in Missoula, Montana, too exhausted to complete the drive from Seattle. I was enrolled in Bastyr Naturopathic University, taking a course load of thirty-one credits a semester in order to earn my degree in Naturopathy. Even with my heavy academic schedule, I still had to put food on the table for my family. I had not yet passed the Washington State Chiropractic board exam, which necessitated the bimonthly trek to Montana where my chiropractic practice was still flourishing, in spite of my very part-time schedule there.

Notwithstanding the title of "chiropractor," I had somewhat of a reputation in my local community for being this strange guy who practiced weird medicine. I was accustomed to unusual cases arriving at my doorstep. In this instance, the mother told me that her little girl had gone to the neurologist and had been diagnosed with a lazy eye. The doctor told her that there wasn't any treatment or surgery that he would recommend. If she wore an eye patch, maybe she would outgrow it by the time she was a teenager. The mother looked at me and said, "Well, that's not good enough for me. What do you think?"

I went into a deep trance, no doubt induced by sleep deprivation, and started babbling about a television episode of Superman that I saw in the 1950s. In this particular show, a little blind girl wins an essay contest sponsored by the Daily Planet. The prize is a trip around the world with Superman. When Clark, Lois, and Jimmy go to her New York apartment to meet her, Clark is stunned to find out that she's blind. Perplexed by this strange turn of events he asks, "Sweetheart, why would you want to fly around the world with Superman?" The child replies matter-of-factly, "Superman doesn't really exist, but I want the Daily Planet to fly Mommy around the world so she can find my Daddy."

In this episode, the girl's father Dan had been out for a nice weekend drive with his young family and had a terrible accident while swerving to avoid a pedestrian. The family car had run headlong into a corner lamp post, shattering the car's windshield and showering the occupants with shards of broken glass.

It was not immediately apparent after the accident that their young daughter could not see. She was an infant, so it was difficult to tell at first. The specialist they took her to confirmed the awful truth; she was totally blind. When asked what their options were, the doctor replied sadly that there was nothing he could do. In an effort to comfort the distraught parents, the doctor wistfully explained that sometimes blindness just goes away after a spell, but that they should not get their hopes up too high.

The family struggled to stay together in spite of the terrible stress and guilt the father had been experiencing ever since the incident. After many months of living with a crippling case of guilt, the man could bear it no longer. Every time he looked into his wife's eyes he saw accusation in her gaze. Unable to look at his daughter any longer, he left one night and never returned home. A friend, when queried, reported hearing Dan say that he was going to join the Foreign Legion or something.

Saddened to tears by this tragic story, Clark decides that there must be something he can do. What good is it to have super powers if you just have to stand by helplessly? He realizes that if he is going to do anything in this situation, he must start by convincing the little girl that he is indeed Superman. Spying an iron poker leaning against the fireplace, he walks over and brings it back to where she is quietly sitting. With gentle resolve he holds the iron implement out for her to feel, then gently places the rod behind her, and bends it slowly into a ring that encompasses her frail neck. Stunned, she whispers, "You really are Superman. No one else could do that!"

With a sad smile Superman replies, "Yes, I am, honey," and kneels down to gently reshape the steel poker into its original form.

As he kneels in front of her he notices with his X-ray vision that there is a little piece of glass in her eye, lodged near the optic nerve; perhaps that could be the cause of her blindness. Later that day Superman talks to a surgeon, who agrees to perform exploratory surgery (this is before lawyers, of course) in an attempt to restore the child's sight, assisted in the procedure by Superman's X-ray vision.

The little girl regains her sight and flies around the world with Superman. When they fly back through the window of her New York apartment, Mom and Dad are there holding hands like young lovers. (Superman has already found Dad and brought them together with the hope that they will reconcile if given a little interval of time.) Sigh. Another half hour of fantasy with the requisite happy ending.

As I finished telling the story, coming out of my sleep-deprived haze, I turned to the mother and said, "I have no idea why I just told you that." As I gazed at her, I noticed that standing to her right was none other than George Reeves as Superman! "I must be delusional," I thought, but there he was, a three-dimensional hologram, his red cape flapping in a non-existent breeze. I could have reached out and touched him. A beam of light traveled from his eyes to the little girl sitting on my exam table. With my inner sight, assisted by Superman, I saw a dark blockage of energy deep within the area of the brain that houses the connections for the optic nerve.

I've been used to strange things happening in my practice. In fact, I have come to rely upon incidences of intuition, "magic," or the seemingly miraculous to occur. But this was a little over the top, even for me! In my vision I saw a yellow ray streaming forth from Superman's eyes. Yes, I know X-rays can't be seen by the naked eye, but I had to be able to see the energy in order to know that something was happening. I decided that whether this was a powerful hallucination, a messenger, or something from The X-Files, it was obviously important. I resolved to pay close attention and do whatever seemed to be the most likely course of action.

I slowly realized that there was no way to reach the blockage. I couldn't get to it, and I doubted that the girl's mother would let me drill. I briefly considered using an intra-oral cranial technique, where you put your hand in the mouth and lift up on the plates of the skull to move it in that direction. That might have worked except that she was a three-year-old. I knew from a painful experience with my own son that if you stick your hand in a child's mouth it can scare them, and in response they tend to bite.

As I checked my conceptual bag of doctor's skills, I discerned no likely alternative. Maybe I was crazy, but I decided to go with the game plan of the big guy in blue with the red cape. I am a bit of a pragmatist, and weird or not, if an event like this occurs I know there is a good reason for it. I usually just go with my gut instinct, which in this case was fairly screaming at me to pay close attention and try something new.

I placed my right hand with index finger extended on the little girl's brow, right at the location where Superman's laser beam eyes were directing me. Suddenly, a beam of energy shot out of my hand, penetrated into her skull, and flashed into the area where I had intuitively noted the energy blockage. The blockage dissolved instantly! I could see this surging energy streak all the way across the terrain of her temporal lobes, into the occipital region of her brain. It then flowed down the...