In November 1996, our son, Ashish, aged 26 and a full fledged chiropractor, decided to fulfil his childhood desire to go on a cruise of the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. He drowned accidentally during this cruise.
Only those parents whose children have predeceased them can truly understand the deep and disabling grief that occurs after such a tragedy. I, Hazel Wardha, was not an exception and nothing and nobody was able to pull me out of the deep and disabling depression that I was experiencing continuously, without any respite.
I was running a busy practice in Melbourne as a Homoeopath and acupuncturist and had many clients attending my clinic from all over Australia and other parts of the world. I continued to treat people but was, literally, dying inside and did not wish to live.
After a year of progressive disabling grief, we decided to take a break and went to India, hoping that a change of scene and nurturing by family and friends would help. Nothing helped. Four days before we were to return to Melbourne, Anjali Mubayi, one of my close friends, suggested I try Pranic healing at the local centre in New Delhi. When we visited the centre I saw an advertisement on the board for a Basic Pranic healing course that weekend.
I received a pranic healing treatment at the centre and found no significant change within but felt guided to register for the course. I was already practicing Homoeopathy and Chinese medical acupuncture, both energy-healing modalities. I related well to Pranic healing technology and our class was told that after the course we would be able to attend a lecture-demonstration by Master Choa Kok Sui,the author of the modernised version of Pranic healing, who was visiting New Delhi from the Philippines. the day i met him was a major landmark in my life.