Did you feel my touch

Did you feel my touch..

I am a thumb of a man that has touched many. He has touched there hearts, spirits and minds in so many ways.
His beliefs gave him riches and those same beliefs got it all taken away and he was lucky to be alive.
My own part was simple, manipulate the force around people, others talk of seeing aura’s around a person. Anton Mesmer and his talented fingers could feel those auras and mold them so the patient could be healed. Everyone has a life force that can be influenced by the cycle of the moon, like the tide being pulled in and thrown back out. Mesmer was that moon, and I his right thumb was a moon beam.
Enough about that, I will recount as best as I can a night unlike any other where he got to show others our unique skill.
Our wife had joined us for a night of social music and pretty much a way to get some new patients.
A young woman was brought to the piano, it was obvious she was blind but she has the most wonderfully elegant fingers I have ever witnessed. They danced for a short time across the keyboard of that piano but then something happened.
It appeared the young woman began to have a fit, it was them we were called into action.
Mesmer strode across to the woman and we began to feel the air quiver around her like an over taught bow string ready to snap.
Some called for a doctor and they wished to bleed her, which in this time was the cure all for all problems.
Mesmer did not agree with this method and began to speak calmly to the woman, asking her if she could feel the force around her.
His voice was special, many women had claimed to have never felt the force before, but when his voice entered her ear she then could feel.
He then raised me above his head and ran me over her bodies force, I could feel her tremble under my expert touch. As the thumb I am the first one to make contact with another’s force and doing it too forceful at first can be harmfull.
The lightest caress can be the difference between a success and failure, I am trusted to know how hard or soft this molding of the life force needed.
Hers was a steel barrier unlike any I had felt before so I had to be firm, I had to let this young woman know her force could be changed and for the better.
Be able to follow the leader and being able to trust the leader is very important. She needed to be able to trust me as a healing thumb so her recovery from the fit could begin.
Much force was gathered around her head and chest, it needed to be pushed down her body back to the ground and out of her.
Swoosh, down the arm went, dragging me against her steel barrier, each time if felt alittle thinner, alittle warmer and alittle less time she would be having the fit.
Much time passed or so I thought but finally she was calm, we had stripped away enough of her negative force to allow her to breath normally and function without fitting.
The others in the room were yelling and shaking fists at us, still no one considered what we did as anything but a con job.
They would soon change their minds and I as thumb of Mesmer would make sure to always do my best.