It is my experience that contact healing through the laying on of hands, often creates a second Vivaxis. A Vivaxis is born, to which some of the recipient's code receptors acquire a telltale vibration, linked by wave vector to the newly created spinning energy field, within the sphere of this new Vivaxis - a Vivaxis that gives a renewed spark to life. This has been observed especially in instances when death appeared imminent and areas of the body had lost most of their original atomic alignment. Another significant and highly interesting observation was the tenacity shown by a few key code receptors to retain their wave link to their prenatally created Vivaxis; possibly indicating the thin thread between life and death.

What creates this ability to transfer energies into another? Forces strong enough to form energy quanta into a permanent sphere that remains at the site, vibrating in resonance to the geographical field of energies at that point: a Vivaxis. Tests indicate that the adrenals play an important role, for the adrenals become stimulated by strong emotions of love and compassion. Many significant points can be well illustrated by relating my experience with our beautiful dog, Shell. Shell's picture appeared in the book Vivaxis and a great number of readers have requested the details of the story behind her realignment. Very graphically her story portrays the creation of another Vivaxis through contact healing.

Shell was a sensitive, intelligent and loveable Collie. During the first six years of her life she displayed a warm devotion and a joy for living that enriched the lives of all our family. Her sense of reticence and sensitivity were characteristics we respected and admired. Her life was dedicated to please and serve each member of the family to the best of her ability. On the few isolated occasions when a word of reprimand was necessary, her sensitive feelings became so acutely hurt that for hours at a time she would hide in the woods evading our persuasive attempts to lure her back. Only when time had mended her feelings would she return. The return was inevitably accompanied by a big welcoming toothy grin. This tremendous grin in response to praise was one of her outstanding characteristics - a trait both comical and endearing.

She enjoyed her duties and took her responsibilities conscientiously; disciplining the cats if they dared climb on the food counters, herding the sheep and protecting the livestock. She virtually rid our property of marauding coons and treed them by the score. Without her we would undoubtedly have lost our chickens, our ducks and all our fruit. She allowed deer to wander freely in the pastures but denied them the orchard.

My sense of telepathic knowingness was dwarfed by comparison to Shell's. If I was away from home my husband could gauge the time of my return by her actions. The island where we lived was connected by ferry to Vancouver Island and our home was almost three miles from the dock. The ferry plied back and forth throughout the day and gave me a wide choice of return schedules. Although the time of my return to the island was almost unpredictable Shell would invariably become very alert shortly before my ferry was docking. She would dash excitedly out of the house through her swinging door and run a quarter of a mile to the end of our road to wait and greet me.

A portrayal of the part Shell played in our lives gives the reader a better understanding of the deep emotional feelings we had for her. I am confident these feelings played an active role in the stimulation of the adrenals; a stimulation necessary for the sudden surge of energy that was capable of creating a life giving Vivaxis in her crisis.

When Shell was about one year old, she set a pattern that was to become routine for the next six years. Shell's keen and perceptive mind had evidently reasoned that as a member of the family it should be her prerogative to dine with us at the table. I had set up the dining room table for the evening meal and this day she decided to get her message across. She walked with deliberation to a dining room chair, then with great care and determination she used one paw to gradually pull the rush seated chair from the table, inch by inch. With the utmost dignity she climbed up and sat waiting, with a "when do we eat" expression on her canine face. It was a good ten minutes before the family gathered at the table but with her usual quiet elegance she remained sitting absolutely upright, just patiently waiting.

From the start her manners were irreproachable; with deliberate care she daintily ate from her dish. When her plate was bare she silently raised a paw and gracefully pointed to the empty dish; never touching it, but just gesturing with her paw, while her soft brown eyes said, "More please." Table manners conducted with such uncanny finesse and dignity not only earned her a place at the family table but also served as a good example in manners to our children.

Through those years her life had been active, happy and carefree. Leaping with easy agility over the many snake fences. With the patience of a true fisherman stealthily waiting to snatch a fish from the shallow water; and always an eager companion on a hike.

I was therefore unprepared for the shock when this elegant and animated friend first showed signs of paralysis. Within a week or two she became totally paralysed in the legs, body and neck; only by massaging her throat was it possible for her to swallow small amounts of liquids. Despite these disabilities she could still respond when spoken to by feebly wagging her tail.

In this pathetic condition we left her at an animal hospital some distance away. A few days later we received a phone call suggesting they put her to sleep as there was absolutely no hope of recovery. "No hope," the veterinarian explained, "because her muscles had atrophied." I was numbed by a verdict that I refused to accept.

During the wee hours of the next morning I awoke with an irrepressible feeling, "My hands, my hands, I can do something with my hands." I could literally feel the energy pulsating through them. As we drove to the animal hospital later that morning, my convictions were very strong that she would recover. When I voiced this conviction to the attending veterinarian he indignantly retorted, "Ask any medical doctor and he will tell you there has never been a case of total paralysis like this that has recovered, for all the muscles are atrophied."

We requested to see her and he reluctantly led us from the well furnished reception room to the basement. There lay our beautiful girl hardly recognizable in her misery. Lying prostrate in a small cramped cage with only a few sheets of newspaper between her body and the cold hard cement. Her legs were wasted and shrunk. Her big soft brown eyes were pathetic in their pleading. I spoke to her softly while tears of compassion spilled down my cheeks as I reached to caress her. The vet's voice was harsh as he remonstrated in gutteral foreign tones, "Don't sympathize! It only makes it harder for us when you leave."