What Was Your Most Powerful Healing Experience?

6 years ago I was diagnosed with a tumor on my pancreas. I felt absolutely no panic, no fear. I left the hospital to go home and put my house in order so to speak, physically, mentally and spiritually. I saw a specialist who explained the procedure if they were to operate. I decided then and there I would have no operation. I decided if the tumor was going to take me, I would take the tumor. I had regular scans, MRI’s and blood tests. I also did visualizations, affirmations and had lots of people praying for me. All this went on for four years until one scan showed the tumor had “vanished.” I told the specialist what I had been doing from the start but he said being a doctor and a scientist he just couldn’t believe as I believed and thought perhaps they had misdiagnosed and it had been pancreatitis. I asked him how he could possibly make that mistake when all the results showed a tumor. He had no answer.
Later I saw my own GP who was thrilled with the outcome and then admitted to me I was the third person she knew who had refused surgery and the tumors had “disappeared,” one being her own father.
I truly believe we come down to earth equipped with all we need but through mans greed a lot of it is adulterated. However, we have power within ourselves also….we just have to recognize and acknowledge it.

I’m 37. I remember being depress for long time into my 29 year. I needed a change and ask for medication, bot the side effect was more than I cu handle and five days later quit against the Dr. advice.
I started on cosmetologist school and took a part time job because my husband was injured for work but able to take care of the kids. One day after two moth of school, the teacher show may work to every one as an example of excellent work. That day from the most deep of me I so that I have everything to be happy. My body was like a screen, the wind, the noise of the street, all went through my cell. It last about five minutes and from there a know that I was heal from depression.
Many things happen after that moment including a very dramatic divorce. I accept the painful moment knowing that is only a small part of my live compare to all the blessing.

During my 56 years, I have been blessed with many instances of healing. My first was when I was in my early 20’s and my gynecologist indicated my ultrasound showed a 6.2 cm cyst on my right ovary. She wanted to do the standard procedure of a small incision under my belly button to look at the cyst and possibly remove it. Seeing her with my multitude of books, I told her that I would like to try an alternative method of healing but have her as my guide. She was open as I sought different methods to assist me in my process. Combining homeopathy, chiropractic, nutrition and a healthy lifestyle, the homeopathic herbs worked. The cyst ruptured causing severe pain as I held my side and prayed since I was visiting my friend’s grandmother in central Wisconsin when it happened. I set a time that in 24 hours if the pain did not subside, I should be taken to the hospital. After seven hours, the pain left. Two days later, I had a high fever for one day. After the fever and being back home in Milwaukee, I called my GYN. Another ultrasound was done, and the cyst was gone. The doctor then hired me to tutor her children and indicated she now would allow other women the opportunity she gave me. I was so thankful and contacted her again for guidance when I was in my 40’s living in Chicago.
I had a pap done, and the doctor indicated that I needed to see a gynecologist right away because it came back stating I had Carcinoma III with possibly invasive cancer. At the time, my mother went into a nursing home, and my husband had his second affair. Knowing I was dealing with way too much stress, I needed to make some changes and focus on my well being. Immediately I went on search for a GYN that would be supported of my path. Alas! I encountered doctors that chided me indicating that I must be crazy not realizing the seriousness of the situation. Paying attention to my intuition, I continued on my journey of looking for guides while getting biopsies of my cervix. Under the guidance of a nutritionist, I started a rigorous regime of vitamins especially A, C and folic acid. I then met the head of the colposcope clinic at Evanston Hospital in Illinois. Using a camera, he showed me my cervix and the irregular tissue. Together we made a plan of coming in every 3 months and taking biopsies. After a year if the situation was not improved, I would have a conoscopy. I agreed. During that year, I started divorce proceedings, found care for my parents and improved my well being. The biopsies improved but were not totally well. The year was up, so I was scheduled to have the surgery. Just before the surgery, my divorce was finalized. The day of the assigned procedure, my doctor saw my cervix and stated that he could not believe how it was looking. He was not going to remove it, but take another biopsy. The results came back fine. I went every 3 months for a year with no irregular tissue. Then I went every six months. Since 1996, I go once a year, and the doctor asks, “Are your cells behaving?” I thought it was interesting where I was manifesting my stress at the time of my divorce and eventual death of my parents. Hmm! Therefore, I believe in the power of healing and that the guides will come. I accept and have lots of faith which has led me on many miraculous journeys.
I have another healing story in relation to my back surgery using acupuncture, but that is for another time. Or the time the doctors wanted to remove my gall bladder is another vignette. Each time, I connected with my inner voice or spirit to help me. I continually worked on my spiritual, emotional, and physical development realizing that all needed to be in balance. To this day, I continually incorporate the practices necessary in my life to maintain my temple for me to continue to follow the way in peace, grace, joy, beauty, love, and all that is good.

Thanks for this website. I love the meditation information and other materials. I started the work of alchol recovery last September and because I saw Mr. Chopra on the Dr. OZ show a couple months ago I decided to put meditation to work for me. I love it. It has brought so much inner peace to me, a peace I have never felt in the 44 years of my life. I now consider everyday a new journey and dance throught the day joyfully. I love sharing with people how I was cured and don’t ever look back to the wasteful life I use to have. I can honestly say I love my life now and I live in true honesty with myself, God and everyone I encounter. I am free. God Bless you all…Becky!

The most recent moment of healing came for me as the after effects of my divorce were beginning to settle. I had been divorced for a little over 1 year but was beginning to struggle with immense guilt. Guilt over my children’s loss, my ex husbands loss as he chose to move several states away, as well as my own loss. I was realizing that I had lost my spiritual teacher. That I chose to cut ties with the person who could teach me the most…and in response he removed himself completely.

I took this mountain of guilt into a weekend silent retreat. I took my “task” very seriously. To figure out if I was suppossed to ask my ex husband back into our lives. I sat in silence, I cried, I let the emotions crash over and over as I sat grounded within them. At the end of the retreat, we had 10 minutes alone with the teacher…to ask any question we wanted. After quickly spilling “my story” to her…she asked “Sunny, where is your spiritual path?” and I quickly, easily knew the answer. I said without fail “I am on it. I know this. HE is not my path. I am on my path, which doesn’t have to be exclusive of him…however he is not it”.

Two weeks later, he came to visit our children. I offered him my home and left so that he could share time with them. After he returned back to his own home, I discovered that he had a baby with another woman on the way. His new son was coming in one month. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach.

Again, sitting in the emotions. I allowed the grief to crash over me, knowing that I was still grounded firmly on my path. After about two weeks passed, I emerged. Confident, secure, knowing that I had my answer. His new journey was an exlamation point to the end of mine. He will forever be a connection, one of my many teachers…but I could now let him go.

I am grateful to God, to prayer and to meditation, to my spiritual practice, that allowed me to endure heartache and resilience in such a short time.

My personal healing happened a little over a yr ago. after having my yearly mammogram . After the exam I got the call a week later saying to come back in for further testing they had found a nodule. My next appointment was about 5 days away. I thought then I could then do a healing on myself, at that time I had only read Dr Pearl’s book “The Reconnection”, but I strongly felt the frequency and thought , “I know this can work”

During the healing I felt a lot of vibration and warmth go through my body and then it stopped at my chest and swirled around. I felt very peaceful, and any worry I had lifted. I felt as if I were floating. I didn’t stay attached to the outcome and I didn’t give it another thought. I actually almost forgot my appointment, and remembered an hr before I needed to be there. The healing really gave me that peace to let go.So it really does work on a emotional, mental level as well.

I went to my appointment, which ended up being my last. I remember standing at the screen looking at it with the Tech. We first looked at the 1 st test results that showed I had a nodule, it was very clear to see, and was completely dark clouded image. She did my new screening and as we both stood there in silence scanning and looking for the nodule, to our amazement it was gone ! She said, where is it ? That’s weird I don’t see it.” Wow”, she said, I have never seen anything like that before.” As we were standing looking at the screen we did see something, it looked something like a clear bubble. The Tech measured the clear bubble to the clouded nodule we had seen on the previous digital image from my first appointment. That was it, it was for sure the same image. The only way you could even see that it was there, was it it had a very thin line around the bubble. I think it was there to just to show me the contrast, and the healing that miraculously took place.

P.S. My last yearly exam which was about a 2 months ago came back Great !

Love & Gratitude,

~Carey Waters~
Reconnective Healing Practitioner
carey.waters@ymail.com

healing happens everyday when I remember to be grateful and say thank you for what I am and what I have.
Namaste

After suffering crippling pain in my side I consulted my physician who recommended immediate surgery to remove my gall bladder. I consulted two other physicians who both recommended removing my gall bladder as soon as possible. I asked the universe for another option.
I happened to have written the name in the front of my address book of a mid-wife with the added notation of ‘acupressure’. It seemed a sign to visit her and give this a try. I received a pleasant accupress massage from this Pamela Thomas of Florida and my pain went away mostly immediately and completely by the next day. That was in 1977 and I still have my gall bladder and never any other issues with it.
Lesson learned was to stay open and receptive and aware of messages that come me way. I am most grateful for my wellness and this early message on alternative healing options.

Hi there.
The 2 most memorable healing experiences I have had, have involved the Guyto Monks of Tibet.
Aproximately 9 years ago my husband and I seperated after 18years of marriage. I was struggling coming to terms with the whole situation.It was a very different and confused time for me.I had lost confidence in myself and was so full of self doubt. I decided to take myself along to see the Guyto Monks from Tibet. Wow what an experience. Their chanting and meditation lifted my spirits and led the way for me into a more spiritual outlook on life. My second experience with the Monks was about 3 years ago.I have a new man in my life. But things were not as simple as we would have wished them to be. The emotional turmoil was just too great at times. Each night when i’d lay down to go to sleep, the million monkeys in my head would come and chatter all night. I would toss around like I was wrestling with alligators in my bed.I was sleep deprived, but could have been diagnosed as hyperactive, such a lot of bad energy, it made me anxious and flippant. My 3 children (adolescents) were finding this all very difficult to deal with.The grief I felt that I had burdened them with was just horrific. I’m a strong believer that our emotional state will manifest into a physical state. And oh boy, was I a mess. I would get an insatiable itch. It felt like ants walking under my skin. And I would scratch and gouge at this itch to no avail. I have scars as a reminder of this terrible time. But again I was fortunate to be able to spend a day amongst the monks. And again their chanting and meditation helped to change my inner emotions and the way I think and deal with stress. I am learning to calm my mind through meditation. I still have a lot of things to focus on, but at least now I have a new and better way to look at healing myself.

My 21 year old daughter was involved in a serious accident on 24 September 2009. She was hospitalised and in a coma after having a craniotomy surgery. The surgery was quite complicated as she had injury to both sides of her brain/head. Prayers began immediately in our community- from Christians, Muslims and our Hindu friends all started praying intently. We also received an sms from a Pranic healer in Dubai. I prayed in front of my lamp and sent a message to God as well. My mom in law (in another part of the city also prayed and took a vow for my daughter’s recovery). Within 2 days my daughter was out of a coma! I have personally seen the miracle occur! I visited my daughter 3 times a day in hospital and every time I visited I held her hand, rubbed her foot and recited the Gayatri Mantra. At night, I prayed and passed on all my positive energies to her while she lay in ICU.
After 2 weeks in hospital she was sent home to recover-she suffered from severe headaches and could only live on Panados. Every night for a month I placed my hand over her head and prayed for her-sending a white light to engulf her body and heal her. Sometimes she would get up at 3am and send me an sms “mom I can’t handle the headache”. I would immediately go to her, place my hand close to her head and pray and send lots and lots of positive energies to her. 7 months have gone by and she is now fully recovered. She does not suffer from headaches anymore and her neurosurgeon has given her a clean bill of health. I still pray every day for her and my family. She has become very inspirational and reads lots of positive books by Demartini and Chopra. She is currently reading “A new earth” by Eckart Tolle.

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My healing story it still happening right now… every day! Twelve days after my youngest child birth I realize that my baby had something in the right eye. I didn’t know what it could be and her Pediatrician said that it was ok, that everything was normal with her eyes. Inside of me I knew that my baby was telling me something. So I went to hospital and after a detailed exam of her eyes they diagnosis a cataract, a completely opaque cataract. They said to me: “Your baby doesn’t see from her right eye. She must have a surgery immediately.” I was in shock. My baby has 20 days, I was confused, my husband was confused, we didn’t know what was best to our baby. We believe that she needed to be understood more than the surgery. All the pressure around us and all our doubts took us to a decision: to accept the surgery. So she was submitted to a surgery and the doctors remove the cataract and the crystalline lens. After this, the doctors said, “now she is going to use an external lens until she be able to do a new surgery. Probably we’ll need to do more surgeries until she have 6 years old”….
OH NO! I thought: This can’t be the only way! So I look inside me, I look inside my family looking for answers. I calm down. I realize that this was not my baby problem. This is one family challenge that we going to understand and healing trough LOVE. We stop immediately to go to hospitals.
Now my baby Jasmine has 2 years old and everyday she tells me what she needs to continue healing her eye. Yesterday she told me: “Mommy I need some blue flowers from the forest to put on my eye. My eye needs some blue flowers.” So we went to the forest and we find her blue flowers, she took some and in a beautiful ritual she stars to massage her eye with the flower. She knows and believes that she can heal everything in her body. This is more important than everything.
Me, my husband and my oldest child (Zoe – 6 years old), we know that this is a family healing process and we all are involved. We do massage to each other, especially in Jasmine foots, she really likes. We treat ourselves with love, massage and classic homeopathic. We feel that this challenge is showing us so many beautiful ways to healing our family! Thank you all for the beautiful stories I read! Sandra Matos – Portugal

I was healed from addiction to opiates and nicotine. No special measures were taken, I just asked to be freed from the desire to continue. The intention to stop and the desire to follow through. Cold turkey. I am free.

Five and a half years ago I had a hands on healing done. I had been suffering from arthritis… and had been on all kinds of meds for 25 years. Within two months I was off all my meds… and have been completely med free since then. Many wonderful changes have taken place in my body… at first heat in my abdominal area, gradually a cool flow sensed in different parts of my body. Eventually my own hands opened up… like a magnetic pulsating vibration… similar sensations occured in my feet and on top of my head. Today I share in this gift we all possess, if we are open to it. By that I mean letting go of past conditioning, fear and taking responsibility for what we want to create. I am truly grateful.

STRONG MIND AND BODY — ACUPUNCTURE, NO SURGERY

Twenty-five years ago, in my quest to strengthen my body and mind, I began running the Berkeley Hills. As my confidence grew, I decided to train for a marathon and began working with a coach who believed the more mileage put in the better. While running between 70 and 80 miles per week, I tore the meniscus in my right knee. During the day, I hobbled around. At night, while sleeping, my knee would lock and I’d awaken in searing pain. The doctor suggested knee surgery, which I refused. He then offered acupuncture, telling me if it didn’t work surgery was my only option. I couldn’t see myself in an operating room being cut on. But I did visualize myself running through the hills again, trotting along as gracefully as a gazelle. I accepted the fact that acupuncture would work because it was my only option. After a series of painful treatments, and a hiatus from long distance running, my knee healed. My dream of completing a marathon resurfaced last winter. I’d not truly tested my knee in 25 years and knew it was time to. Five months into training, just three weeks shy of participating in the Seattle marathon, on one of the longer courses, coming down a slope my right foot struck the pavement and pain shot through my knee. The old injury was asserting itself. I walked for the reminder of the course, iced my knee and took the next week off to let my knee rest. Two weeks later, in Seattle, at mile 9, my legs stiffened up. By the half marathon mark, I was grimacing in pain. My mentor encouraged me to quit. I told her, I’d come to complete a marathon. At mile 16, all three of my coaches were at my side trying to determine the extent of my injury. From that point on, an ambulance was trailing behind, since I’d fallen way behind the other marathoners. Annoyed, focused and undeterred, I remained determined to finish.

I accomplished my goal, but had to be helped on and off the bus back to the hotel, and up to my room. I could barely walk at that point, but knew to ice my legs, stretch and apply analgesic balm. The next morning when I got out of bed, my legs were stiff and pain free. The following day, even the stiffness was gone. None of my teammates (or coaches) believed I could fully recover in two days. It’s amazing how quickly a strong, healthy body, whether 25 or 50, can heal, when the mind accepts that possibility, without allowing doubt to enter.

Many “becoming well” stories about spiritual healing describe experiences which happen without surgery or other medical treatment. Spiritual healing has embraced and permeated every aspect of my life, including the traditional system of western medicine.
Deepak Chopra writes, “Our essential nature is one of pure potentiality. When you discover your essential nature and know who you really are, in that knowing itself is the ability to fulfill any dream you have.” In the Seven Laws of Siritual Success, Deepak also reminds us to “practice non-judgment.” This is especially difficult when our idea of how spiritual healing is “supposed” to happen becomes thwarted. It is when things appear to be at their worst that we are challenged to accept what is and surrender into “the law of detachment,” recognizing that there is a reason for things not going as we hoped they would. These principles are illustrated in the following story of my spiritual healing.
After two years of meditating and directing healing, positive affirmations to my inflamed colon and following an apparent remission from ulcerative colitis, my bleeding returned on Good Friday and became massive on Easter Monday. Despite experiencing severe bloody cramping, I continued to affirrm, “Divine right action happens in the Universe and in my life. God will turn this into good” even as I was was admitted to the hospital. When tests were run, the doctors looked at my large intestine and moved me into the gravely ill category, saying, “We don’t know why you are still walking and functioning. Most persons as sick as you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. You have toxic mega-colon, which means that your large intestine is extremely inflamed. The depth of inflammation is so severe that further testing could perforate your intestinal walls. This is a life threatening disease. We’ve got to give your body a complete rest, which means nothing by mouth, not even ice or water. We’ll also see if massive IV doses of cortisone will allow your intestine to heal.”
When I protested, “Check my record. I’m cortisone intolerant, so why would it help me to heal now?” Dr. Shah answered, “By law, we need to begin with the least invasive method of healing, which, in your case, is cortisone administered through an IV. You’ll also receive 3,000 calories each day and water through a separate arrangement. We’ll re-evaluate in four days.”
I received the cortisone and within hours my cramps and bleeding increased.“Nothing by mouth” was especially difficult during mealtimes the first and second days, since my belly roared and the smell of food caused prolonged belching,. When I closed my door and tried to meditate, the phrase, “Toxic mega-colon is a life-threatening situation,” kept racing through my mind. This medical crisis meant that healing through peaceful remission was no longer possible. Overwhelmed by fear, I exploded into loud, keening cries. Hearing me, a nurse came in saying, “You need to calm down. Let me give you a shot or pill for your depression.”
How ludicrous! I may have hurt her feelings as I shouted, “Go away and close the door! I’ve got good reason to feel depressed. Just let me cry.” As my wailing waned, I decided to transform my fear by focusing on breathing slowly and deeply. Feeling calmer, I began a meditative prayer, saying, “Source Energy, God, Higher Power, I surrender. This is way too complicated for me to figure out, so I give it all to You. If I am supposed to heal, let me help others to heal as I become whole. If I am going to remain sick or die, give me the strength and courage to accept that process. Either way, I give it all up to You.”
As I allowed my body and mind to become quiet, my thoughts stilled and peace reined. Tranquil love energy flooded my being as I experienced a sense of becoming connected with all aspects of unconditional love I became linked with the essence of Mother Teresa’s ministering to India’s poor and with the doctors and nurses providing care in the hospital. I “knew” that all was well as the precious gift of serenity flooded my being. It’s impossible to express on paper, but I experienced pure love joy and felt caressed by Divine love energy. In this timeless space, my spirit was touched by an awareness of Universal Source’s blissful Oneness and I understood how all of humanity was linked together. This feeling of divine connection felt so clear that I couldn’t figure out why I had not understood it before. Within the experience of knowing God’s Oneness, I knew my presence at this hospital was part of an overall divine plan and awakened to the thought, “What if this hospital stay was really the blessing of a spiritual retreat, in disguise? If I meditated and listened to healing journey tapes, would my feeling of blissful connection continue?” I decided to focus on celebrating this peaceful, healing, spiritual space. As hospital smells faded in the presence of healing energy, I experienced a deep sense of peace which radiated outward. A strange dissonance prevailed. Objectively, my condition declined as I lost weight at the rate of one or two pounds each day. My blood sugar and blood pressure skyrocketed, requiring me to be tested every two hours around the clock. Despite having “nothing by mouth,” I was recorded as having between 25 and 38 bloody bowel movements daily. Hunger and thirst disappeared, day blended with night, physical circumstances were transcended and food and water became irrelevant. My illness felt like an illusion. Although my body deteriorated, my sense of being in harmony with Divine Love grew: Peace and bliss blossomed in the face of apparent disease. Being hospitalized transformed into joy through the intense spiritual experience of feeling connected with and touched by God’s love. Eventually, the intensity of my experience waned, leaving behind gratitude seasoned with a peaceful calm feeling.
Late afternoon on the fourth day, when Dr. Shah came in and asked, “How do you think you are doing?” I responded, “The IV cortisone is not working. My body is sicker now than it was when I first checked into the hospital.”
When Dr. Shah asked, “What do you think we should do?” I replied, “If possible, I’d like to get a ‘J’ Pouch reconstruction.” I am curious, however, to know how well persons who’ve had a “J” pouch procedure do over time.”
Dr. Shah’s comforting voice continued, “It’s been in existence six years and we know that most persons with a “J” pouch have experienced a gradual improvement in its function over the full six years. It’s still too new to be sure when that improvement cycle will stop. I’m going to give you two more days to think, and then you’ll tell us your decision.”
As he left, I felt elated knowing I could experience complete healing through surgery. At last the drug free total wellness I’d envisioned would happen despite my body’s refusal to go into remission.
Two days later, I discovered my blood sugar and blood pressure were becoming normal, and my weight was becoming stable. They laughed as I observed, “Three thousand calories each day and I don’t even get to enjoy whipped cream?” Although there were still frequent bloody trips to the bathroom, my body’s red blood cell count increased to normal. I continued meditating and giving thanks for my body’s ability to recover from adversity.
Dr. Shah returned as promised, asking, “What have you decided?”
“I want to have surgery to receive a ‘J’ pouch reconstruction.How soon can I have this surgery?
Dr. Shah smiled and asked, “Are you completely sure? Is there anything I or anyone else could do or say that would make you change your mind?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. This surgery is my ticket to becoming completely well. ”
Dr. Shah nodded, “I agree. If the ‘J’ pouch did not work it would be easy for you to get an ostomy bag, but it is going to work for you. You’ll see. But there are some things you need to know first. Dr. N, who will do your surgery, is an excellent surgeon but has a very poor bedside manner. This is very good because if Dr. N, excellent surgeon that he is, had good bedside manner our hospital would not be able to afford him.”
As I burst out laughing, Dr. Shah added, “It is true. But Dr. N has a very good nurse. You can ask her all your questions and she will answer you. Also, this is a teaching hospital. I have many interns who have been following you and your very interesting case history. If you are completely sure of what you want, I would like to bring them with me tomorrow. It is important for interns to talk with patients as part of their training. Do you think you could do that?”
“I’d be honored to talk with your interns, Dr. Shah, and nothing anyone says will change my mind about knowing what I want. My only question is, how soon can I have my surgery and begin to become well?”

We won’t wait too long. Probably about five days from now, if you continue to improve as quickly as you are now. My interns and I will visit you tomorrow.”
The next day, Dr. Shah arrived with 10 interns who fluttered around my bed like halloween ghosts in their long, spotless white jackets as they referred to using experimental drugs before resorting to surgery.
I listened and realized that they preferred the certainty of misery (struggling with drugs and bleeding) to the misery of uncertainty (having a recently developed type of surgery and adjusting to a different diet) and I spoke to them, saying, “Receiving a “J Pouch” means I can become healthy with a functioning rectum, releasing my dependence on ALL drugs. This is my chance to become completely well and free from drug side effects, which gave me chemically induced diabetes, high blood pressure, cataracts and muscle weakeness.”
When I finished, Dr. Shah replied, “Thank you. I wanted these men to hear from you that there comes a time in the treatment of Ulcerative Colitis when drugs do more harm than good and surgery becomes the best option for the patient to become well.”
I met Dr. N two days later. With his bushy white hair and snowy eyebrows framing pale blue eyes, he could have been a beardless Santa with a haircut. After giving me his name, he said, “We hope to operate on you within three or four days. You’ll need to sign these papers.”
They were waivers, giving Dr. N permission to administer blood. Now was my chance to talk about healing tapes, so I took a deep breath and began, “Dr. N, have you ever heard of using a healing tape during surgery?”
He scowled slightly. “No. Why should I? Sign these papers.”
I continued, “Dr. Siegel explains that we can heal faster if we listen to a tape while we are unconscious. I’d like to do that during this surgery.”
The scowl became a frown as he spoke to me as if I were a 5-year-old. “You are going to be asleep. Unconscious. You aren’t going to be able to hear anything. It is ridiculous to propose listening to tapes. No one’s ever asked me to do that. No, it doesn’t make sense. You need to sign these papers.” Within, I thought, “Source, help me out here.” In a desperate effort to loosen Dr. N’s negative attitude, I smiled, saying, “Dr. N, with all due respect, you have my body from my ribs down. Please allow me to have my body from the neck up. You won’t know the difference since I can tuck the tape player under my pillow and use tiny earphones.”
Was that a glimmer of a smile? “You’ll have to get permission from the anesthesiologist; if he says yes it’s all right with me, but it won’t do you any good. Sign these papers.”
“I’ll sign them, doctor, but don’t worry; I don’t think I’ll need any transfusions.”
“You can’t say that!”
Oops, now he was really annoyed, but the words just popped out of my mouth. “Of course I can say that. It might not be true, but I can say it.”
At last! A real smile struggled to emerge as he walked away saying, “My nurse will explain more of what you can expect after this surgery.”
His nurse did explain, telling me that I could get food and drink as soon as my ostomy bag inflated with gas, but I’d need to remind hospital staff of the no sugar rule since they’d probably try to give me fruit juice or Jello and I needed to begin adjusting to a low sugar, low fat diet.
I began my tape by saying, “Divine right action takes place in my life, and only good comes from each experience.” I included the healing suggestions, “My body responds well to surgery and blood stays where it belongs, in capillaries, arteries, and veins.” (This message was repeated several times.) Then I added, “My body adjusts quickly and easily to its ‘J’ pouch. As my body heals, my immune system functions perfectly while all foreign invaders are attacked but only foreign invaders are attacked. My body heals easily and quickly because healing is natural. All wounds become whole, healthy tissue and scar tissue is minimal.” I concluded with, “When I wake up from surgery, my ostomy bag will be full of air so I can eat. When I eat, my body uses all food wisely and well so I heal very quickly and each cell becomes healthy and well. My ‘J’ pouch becomes useable as soon as possible. Thank you, Universal Source -Love Energy – God for helping me to heal quickly and become well. I help others to understand the healing process as I heal and I am grateful.” After my voice was recorded, relaxing music was added as a background to the tape.
When I was wheeled into surgery early Wednesday morning, I turned on the player, tucked it under the pillow, inserted both earphones and smiled at the doctor and anesthesiologist before falling into a dreamless sleep.
When I finally woke up, I was alone in a sun filled room with a vase full of daffodils and an ostomy bag full of air! The nurse responding to my call bell informed me it was Thursday afternoon and the doctor would be by later that day. I’d slept over 36 hours!
“Can I please get something to drink or eat? My ostomy bag’s already inflated.” The nurse hesitated, saying, “No one ever gets anything this soon.” I persisted. “Read Dr. N’s notes. He said I could get food as soon as I passed gas, but I can’t have anything with sugar in it.”
She returned with a small bowl of pea soup. What a difference 17 days without food makes! One month ago, I didn’t even like pea soup. Now, that first sip of soup brought total rapture. Never in my entire life had any food tasted this good. I savored every drop, licked the bowl, and asked for seconds. “I’m sorry, but the doctor has to write an order before we can give additional servings,” she replied.
I thanked her and dozed. When I woke up, Dr. N was entering my room. “Dr. N, thank you! Will you please write me an order so I can get a second helping of this delicious hospital food?” He paused, saying in an incredulous voice, “No one ever calls hospital food delicious. What do you mean food? You can’t have had food yet!”
Throwing off my covers, pointing to my air filled ostomy bag, I exclaimed, “See, it’s full, and I can’t have juice so I got pea soup and it was so delicious I wanted another bowl, but they told me I had to get an order from you to make that happen!”
This time, Dr. N’s face registered puzzled amazement as he replied, “I don’t know or understand what you are doing, but whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. You were on that table for nearly 12 hours because you had countless adhesions from your endometriosis. You did not need any transfusions. In all of my years as a surgeon, I’ve never before done bloodless surgery, and no one’s ever been able to wake up from that long on the table with their ostomy bag full of air.” Then he burst out laughing, saying, “I still can’t believe you actually want extra hospital food, but I’m going to stop worrying about your incredible optimism!”
Within, I whispered, “Thank you, Source, for gifting me with healing and almost no bleeding.”
It took time, but I experienced the miracle of a “textbook perfect” healing and have been inspired to write a book entitled “Growing Through Change.” The preceeding is an abbreviated excerpt from that book, for which I soon hope to find a publisher. I can be reached through email at polynan @aol.com Thank you for allowing me to share this experience with you.

Nancy Casey, recent Seduction of Spirit attendee

I read all these stories of healing…these are just stories…wonderful and inspirational…we all have our stories…so pleased to see that they are just that as it allows for divine recognition.

I am a hospice nurse in Riverside County. I am still waiting to see a healing from cancer. I have been in hospice work as a RN Case Manager for 16 years. I think healing comes in other forms than physical.