About
Biography
Patricia Langer was born in a small fishing village on the north shore of Cape Breton Island. She experienced her first vision of non-ordinary reality at the age of four. Standing at the edge of the ocean saying her evening prayers one summer night, she was catapulted into a great light, taken into an experience of being in everything and she was flooded with what she could only call Love. From that point on, Patricia could see energy, was able to “read” people and to diagnose illness.
At twenty-seven, Patricia began practicing full time as a healer. Then in her early forties she opened her own healing school, offering a three-year healer training program.
Approaching fifty, Patricia began asking “What heals?” and “How does vision heal?”
Seeking to know the source of her healing gifts and her vision, Patricia traveled to Greece, the Outer Hebrides, France, Africa, and Bosnia, visiting traditional healers, healing shrines, visionaries, and Black Madonna sites. She has reenacted the Eleusinian Mysteries of ancient Greece that promise a vision that “gives one their soul in this life and the next,” and received teaching from the Minoan old ones. She has lived with a Nanga (tradition healer) in Zimbabwe and received initiation there from a great Umboyu (seer/healer).
Since returning from her travels, Patricia began to integrate more of her work as a visionary and clairvoyant in to her healing work. She began doing less hands on healing and more distance healing work, and decided to take an extended break from training healers, although she continued to travel to teach and lecture.
In order to devote her expertise to the exploration and facilitation of past and future lives as well as broaden how she offers healing, Patricia trained and was certified as a hypnotist. For a fuller sense of the significance.... see the section below titled About the Birds.
During 1997 and 1998, when I was experiencing the last stages of terminal liver disease, Pat Langer worked with me on several occasions and also set up a voluntary program for several of her students, one or other of whom worked with me almost daily for several weeks. Quite frankly, this work was of far greater benefit to me physically and emotionally than anything provided by the gastroenterologist who was also treating me, and it was Pat who made the critical call that had me admitted to Toronto's Mt. Sinai Hospital for the treatment of peritonitis, followed by the work-up tests at the Toronto General that enabled me a year later to have liver transplants. The rest is remarkable history. I am profoundly grateful to Pat Langer.
FREEMAN PATTERSON
People frequently ask me about the painting of the two birds that is on the home page and all of my printed material. The birds are from a fresco taken from the archeological dig of Akotiri on Santorini and they have had a profound influence on my life, acting as anchor in my past life work.
Here’s the story:
If you read my biography, you may recall that I had a spiritual opening at a very early age. I was four. When I tell about the experience the assumption often made by the listener is that I came away from this experience in a state of bliss, since this is what most who’ve had such an experience report.
In fact, the opposite was so in my case. Returning to myself after the experience, I walked back up to my grandparent’s house and went in through the summer kitchen. My grandparents were sitting at the kitchen table, my grandfather reading the Cape Breton Post and my grandmother writing a letter to one of her daughters in Toronto. I saw my grandparents and their circumstance for the first time and fell into a deep despair. I saw the weight in my grandfather’s heart from the years he spent in the mine when he really wanted to be at sea, the deep grooves in his face and the sorrow in his eyes. I saw my grandmother’s intense determination to have it all come out right, how hard she worked and how lost she felt without her children. I saw the poverty, the bare bones cleanliness, not a penny to spare. I knew that this was the nature of the human experience.
This despair clung to me for days and then I had a dream, an image really, that appeared in a dream. This image hung before me in my sleep so clearly that I could have reached out and touched it. It was of two birds, alight in the air above several tall lilies. I woke from this dream filled with great joy, the despair gone.
Throughout my childhood I continued to be plagued by despair precipitated by my ability to see into people, know their circumstance and what was coming. Always, however, after a time, the dream would come and I would be restored.
In my early 20’s before I began practicing as a healer, I was living with a man named Bob. It was a Sunday and he was folding things from the laundry basket while I went back and forth to the machine. Bob was watching a French language program since he was learning the language. I was at my limit with it and changed the channel. What came on was a program about a recently opened dig on Santorini - Akotiri. Suddenly I found myself yelling at the camera man, directing him around each bend in the below ground dig of this intact town - I knew the place well and was near frantic that he might miss what I wanted to see. The camera went around a corner into a room and there on the wall were my birds, large as life, a fully intact fresco. The birds that lifted my despair were real.
I was in my forties before I was able to get to Greece, to Santorini. When I did, it was a homecoming. When I visited Akotiri I learned that my birds had been moved to the museum in Athens. I spent a great deal of time with them at the end of my first trip.
Santorini has never been a comfortable place for me even though I ‘know’ it so well. Crete however, is home. It was on Crete that I learned to walk through many ‘timezones’ at once, on Crete where I literally walked smack into a wall because I was walking in Minoan time, on Crete where I learned that I could pick up a stone and read it, touch a wall and tell a story.
I had a similar experience at Epidaurou, the home of Aesclepius the god of healing - I knew the place. A place of vision and healing.
The image of Minoan birds has been an anchor for me all these years, anchoring my work as a seer and healer in the deep roots of time.
They now serve as guides as I move into this new phase working directly with consciousness and past lives.