A
friend once told me that God must have a purpose for me, after a life saving
event shook me to my very core. Major
life events such as near death experiences have historically been viewed as
life changing happenings. But what most
people do not understand is that this new found change is not simply a result
of nearly losing life, but a consequence of one who chooses life, when
confronted with death.
Some
things can not be seen by the eyes. But
this I know, a battle raged within me that the doctors and nurses had no power
to fix or even influence, regardless of the amount of pain numbing
medication.
At
one point, a black bird flew from my chest, and then some symbols came from within
me and circled the bird, but it was the Eye of Ra that stood before me at five
o’clock; the third eye. The things I was
seeing and feeling at that time are hard to explain, but I remember the feeling
of fleeting fear as the bird bolted from within me, and an overwhelming
heartfelt pain; so sad and so cold. When
I think back to that moment today, I still feel that fear. I guess that’s why I’m writing about it again. I’m dissecting the event, seeking the broken
within the dark shadows.
Dying
would have been an easier alternative, but apparently at that moment I believe
that I chose life and was deemed worthy to receive such a blessing. So I rose from the ashes, by drawing strength
from prayers of loved ones.
Although
I was supported by my wife and friends who lived nearby, the event actually
brought me closer to my family up North.
My brother, whom I considered the biggest asshole I ever knew, suddenly
turned into a decent human being. Although
they were nine hundred miles away, I could feel the love and concern in their
voices daily. Their love lifted me high with each call I received; a testament
to the power of the heart and mind.
It
is said that the third eye is a call to accept this world as ours and to heal
and love it. I am moved by a mighty hand.
My purpose is to heal and love.
It
really is up to us as to whether we want to live or not. Only when we hand that responsibility over to
others do we relinquish our power; our strength.
Six
months later I found myself in the hospital with the exact same problem, a
puncture in the pipeline so to speak. The
doctors determined that I was too weak for surgery, and sent me home after two
weeks in the hospital, with drain tubes extending from my sides. Two little
plastic containers that they referred to as grenades captured and contained the
poison from inside.
The
very same day I was released, my mom was admitted in a hospital up North, after
suffering from a stroke. My world was
falling apart.
A
very dear friend and spiritual teacher whom I often sought advice from believed
that my sickness may have had been a product of an unforgiving memory that I had
suppressed. We had discussed this six
months back. My relationship with my
mother came to mind back then, and here now we both were hospitalized back to
back. “What the hell is happening? What’s going on?”
I
thought I had forgiven my mom long ago, but something wasn’t right. I am more powerful than this!
And
at that moment I closed my eyes and saw myself taking my power back as my fist
cracked the ground beneath. I visualized
my mom and I connected to the source above by white light. The power that flowed through me I shared
with my mom here on Earth.
Two
or three days later, my mom was discharged from the hospital. No side effects, even though there was
evidence that she had suffered minor strokes in the past.
There
is heavy power in our thoughts and actions.
Not only did I heal, but my mom had recovered as well. We all have purpose and power. Never underestimate the
impact that you have on this Earthly plain.
Our words, our thoughts, and our actions regardless of job title, if any
at all, can change the world!
"If we did all the things we are capable of, we would literally astound ourselves." - Thomas Edison
