This is a story that has created much consternation for me over the years because I am the type of person that if I say I am going to do something I will do it.
So if I say that I will heal somebody I intend to do so (I have after all taken their money on the understanding that I will heal)
One day I receive a phone call from a childhood friend. I had not seen or spoken to him for a number of years. He tells me that he is experiencing chest pain and that he had been to a doctor and the doctor had drawn blood to send away for testing to see if he had had a heart attack. This friend of mine then told me that he did not think it was his heart and that it was some sort of hernia. I said that it was his heart and that I would work on him that day but if he was not a lot better the next morning he should immediately return to the doctor. Of course being a man he did not follow my advice but got on with his life until a couple of days later he actually collapsed at work. At this point he was too weak to resist when his wife bundled him into the car and took him to the doctor.
The doctor in the mean time had got the test results back and on seeing this guy he just said "You hospital now"
The test results indicated that a heart attack had already occurred. In the hospital the did a flow test which indicated that his heart was only pumping 25% of the blood that it was supposed to and an angiogram was ordered. (this is where they put a scope or camera into the heart through the blood vessels to see how much damage has occurred)
I received a phone call to update me just before he went into surgery for the angio.
I lay down to meditate with the intention of working on him while I was meditating.
I very quickly reached a state of relaxation and the next thing that I was aware of was that I was inside the arteries of my friend and was scraping the cholesterol off the walls. I had been doing this for a while when I started receiving a sense of urgency as though something was chasing me or behind me although I found this annoying I sped up my process. (I later realized that I was perceiving the doctor with his scope coming behind me)
By the way dont try this at home or on a person that has not been sedated as it could get messy.
Anyway after my friend came round the doctors told him that they could not find anything wrong with him and sent him home. He was as healthy as ever and went back to work immediately.
I wish that this was the end of this story.
Sadly this is not the case he was in fact so healthy that he decided to go to a party a month later. At this party he had a lot to drink and then drove and as it would happen he had a huge accident on the way home. This accident did not involve any other people or cars. I got a call at two am to tell me about the accident and ask me to help. I found my friend quite easily he was strangely calm and hanging around on the ceiling of the operating theater where his body was on the table.
I asked him as I do in these situations if he was going to get back into his body. He said no it is broken.(That was an understatement)
I then spent the next couple of hours fluctuating between trying to fix his body and arguing with him about getting back into it. The operating staff where also doing their best to plug holes and keep him alive but eventually we all came to the realization that we had lost.
The next day I also realized that I had overextended myself a bit and couldnt get out of bed for a couple of days.
This gave me time to think and I realized that although I can change and fix things that seem impossible sometimes there are things that that are bigger than or beyond me and for reasons that I cannot fathom they need to occur.
Hence I have concluded that time to go is time to go and this I cannot change.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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