Processes & Nature
Truth, Justice, and the Co-Creative Way

Cayce Dalton

Walking home one night after dropping my car off at a nearby service station, I was surrounded by three tough-looking men who demanded my money. Remembering the wise words of a police officer years ago, I threw my wallet on the ground and said, "It's yours." Luckily for me, the thugs took the cash and walked away. But I still faced the prospect of walking the remaining mile or so through the darkness back to my apartment. Feeling a little on the vulnerable side, my mind raced as I began walking home as calmly as my nerves would allow.

Within ten steps or so, the thought flashed; "Open a coning!" I asked to be connected with the Deva of Safety, Pan, the appropriate part of the White Brotherhood and my higher self. I felt calmer right away. I clearly stated my need to make it safely back to my apartment, and I asked for any and all assistance that the coning participants could offer. A few seconds later, I had the thought to include my MAP team in the coning, both to help stabilize me and to observe my reactions to the trauma (Unfortunately, my ETS was locked in my car at the garage. I definitely could have used it.) I continued walking, feeling still vulnerable but more stable and supported.

My mind continued to react to the experience of being robbed in what I thought was a safe neighborhood. I thought about the gross imbalance in the brief encounter, and I felt resentment and frustration at the situation. I made the decision to pursue justice by going to the police. I was not going to accept my relationship with the thieves as it was without at least trying to restore the balance that I felt they had disrupted. I knew that the police might never find them, but I felt I had to try, both for my own sake and for the sake of other people that may have to face these men.

To support this process, I added the Deva of Justice into the coning, and stated that I would like to see these men brought to justice if at all possible. "And I ask this in the spirit of balance, not revenge," I thought. Then I walked straight to the police station, which is close to my apartment.

As I was filling out the police report, the call came over the officer's radio that some suspects had been apprehended nearby for robbing a couple. Within an hour of being robbed, I was speeding down the road in a police cruiser to identify suspects. I was astounded at the swift reaction of the police and felt incredibly grateful for whatever nature and the White Brotherhood were doing. I did not realize that the most challenging dilemma of the night was ahead of me, however.

We arrived at a scene of flashing lights, policemen and tough-looking juveniles. Only when I looked at the face of the first young man, did it dawn on me that I had only a vague idea of what the robbers looked like. The only one I had directly looked at was the guy who spoke, and he had a bandanna across his face. I discovered that I could not be fully certain that any of these young men were the ones who threatened me. The policeman had some business to take care of at the site, leaving me alone in the car to finish my report and think about what to do next. I made the decision to kinesiology-test the suspects. At first my results were contradictory, which was understandable since I was emotionally wound up from this whole event. But I relaxed and focused as best I could and eventually my testing was consistent.

When the officer returned about fifteen minutes later, I felt pretty certain of my answer from kinesiology. He asked me to look at each subject again carefully, and try to give a positive ID. "I don't want to convict an innocent man of this crime," he said. I fully agreed. Two thoughts went through my head: how certain can I really be of this kinesiology, given my emotional state now; and even if I trust my kinesiology, is it ethical to base an ID on information that would not be acceptable in the legal system. (I assumed that it would be a major undertaking to make information from a coning received through muscle-testing admissible in court. I felt that for me to ethically use such information within the context of the legal system, it had to be capable of passing this test, whether or not I thought it would actually come to that.) I looked into the eyes of the main suspect through the window of the police car. The case rested on what I said at that moment. Although I felt certain of my kinesiology, I made the decision that it was not ethical to use it to make a legal conviction. I relied only on what I consciously knew and could remember, and that was not enough at that moment to be certain that this was the individual who took my money earlier that night. I repeated what I had already said, that I couldn't be fully certain if this was the guy because I didn't get a good look at him to begin with. The police accepted this, and I was shuttled back to the station to finish that report (finally!). I realized that although I decided it was not right for me to identify any of my offenders given the situation, I did see and feel a sense of balance restored in a very real and tangible way. By the end of the night, with the help of the police, nature and the White Brotherhood, I had reclaimed the power that had been taken from me, and I faced the decision of how to use it.

I stayed in touch with the officer for a few days, even though I was not pressing charges, and he informed me that there was a strong case against the young men for another crime from the same night. Nevertheless, I still had to deal with my reactions to being the victim of this crime. I could not walk outside of my apartment without feeling threatened. Even though my fear was sometimes blatantly irrational, it was certainly real. I conducted several MAP/Calibration sessions focused on my reaction to the robbery in the weeks following this incident. Both MAP and flower essences continue to help me deal with my emotional, mental and physical reactions to this experience.

As a result of this whole ordeal, I have gathered several good insights and suggestions. First, don't walk home late at night by yourself. Second, if you do get in a sticky situation, it is always possible to call for assistance through a coning. To make this easier for me, I have set up a "quick dial" coning. I opened this safety coning again, stated that when I say, "safety coning open," I would like to be automatically connected with the Deva of Safety, Pan, the White Brotherhood, and my higher self. Then I verified that this was workable and practiced a few times. Third, sometimes it is best to let a coning get information and assistance to you in ways other than through kinesiology. Who knows, maybe I would have remembered some critical detail that night, if I hadn't relied upon kinesiology. And finally, MAP/Calibration sessions are an excellent way to move through post-trauma processing. Of course, I hope no one reading this will have to face such an experience. But if you do, remember that you can ask for nature's assistance. Then take a close look at the guy's shoes.