I've been doing MAP for fifteen years or so. I went through a period where "the guys" would move my hands, arms and even my breathing, so I knew they were there even though I couldn't see them. They are especially good with emotional/mental problems. I would go down for my MAP session on the bed in a state of depression and get up feeling like I'd been to a counselor and paid $80 an hour. But I'll never forget the incident that clinched it for me. I was having a pity party and didn’t think there was anything the team could do for me. I bitched and moaned to them for 30 minutes and asked them for a sign. "Just give me a sign that you've really been with me," I whined. The next morning when I went out to pick up the paper, I noticed a scarlet nasturtium blooming right beside the front steps. This might not sound extraordinary to someone living in the eastern United States. However, it was the summer when Colorado was in extreme drought, the year of the Haman fire. Our little patch of mountain property was bone dry. No one had watered the ground out by the steps. We’d had no rain in months. The native wild flowers had not even produced. Sage, cactus and yucca were the only plants that withstood the drought. So to see a single scarlet nasturtium blossom that had somehow forced its way up through the brick-hard crust as a sign for me was quite something.

— M.W., Buena Vista, CO