Tag: Dealing with Sickness and Death

Conversations with the Sick and Dying – Part II

Conversations with the Sick and Dying—Part II

When I was in my late thirties, a friend from church brought her mother, Belle, to me for spiritual healing from a brain tumor. Belle had been diagnosed with a Gliobiastoma Multiforme, which is the most common and deadliest of malignant primary brain tumors in adults.

When came into my home, she looked and sounded like nothing was wrong with her. Her daughter was of the belief that with enough prayer and meditation it may all go away. I got on board, of course. We all prayed together for the best and highest good for Belle.

Belle and her daughter would come back every couple days. Each time I would lay hands on her and pray. Sometimes God would give me things to tell her daughter to do to help, such as food or cures that would help. I believe Belle had about a year more life than anyone thought she was going to have, but at one point a year later, everything took a turn for the wor

Her daughter called me. Belle was barely able to talk and bedridden. I went to visit and found her completely angry with me, with God and with life. Belle didn’t want to die. Worse yet, she was afraid of what death might bring. I could feel it all around her. She also had shared some things with me during our time together that helped me understand what this day might look like, when it arrived.

So, what I kept saying to her was things I tried to share when she was healthy. I asked her to imagine that a beautiful white horse with wings had come for her at the foot of her bed. There was an angel on this horse who would take her to a perfect heavenly and peaceful place. There was nothing to fear. Just imagine it.

I shared the image with her daughter. And every time the pain would get bad, the daughter would keep reiterating about getting on the horse with the angel.

I spent a lot of time at the house for the next couple days because I knew that Belle’s death was near. But suddenly, I had it in my heart that I was to go to my friend Lisa Palas’s house that night, where there was a monthly spiritual group that met. During the group, we had a potluck, then there was always a special presentation, then we had a powerful prayer time.

That evening when we were in prayer, a wind and a white light whisked through the room. The many candles lit all flickered intensely. All 30 of us saw it. Someone even said it looked like a white horse flew by. In the next few minutes, my cell phone rang. Belle had died minutes before.

No one else saw what I saw when the candles flickered, but they felt something that was unquestionably spiritual. I saw Belle on the white horse with that angel that I had prayed would take her away. And she waved to me and smiled as the horse flew by.

When you witness something like this, you know in your heart that there is a hereafter. No one could possibly take that knowledge from me now.

Today I found out that one of my dear, older yoga clients had passed away, unbeknownst to me. As we did the class, I felt his presence at the back of the room, almost as if he was asking if he could join in. I don’t know that anyone else could feel it, but I sensed it. I nodded my head and in my mind said, “Absolutely, any time.”

Today, I’m rather sure I did yoga with a friend who had passed away and was spiritually in the back of my fitness room. I felt friendly and at home with the idea of angels all around me—even doing Yoga!

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Conversations with the Sick and Dying – Part I

Conversations with the Sick and Dying — Part I

Never in my life have I been more enlightened than in the presence of someone who is days away from death. Also, people who have deadly illnesses and fight and overcome, have stories that will always amaze me. This is why it is important to balance life with not only the healthy and wonderful friends we have, but also those who are in need of our help. Because from the very mouth of insurmountable struggle, comes divine wisdom—wisdom and insight we all need to bring us closer to Truth.

I talk about my friend Linda a lot who died with stage 4 colon cancer a couple years ago. We had a date every couple weeks to talk on the phone, because after she moved from Nashville, she lived in places that were a little too far for me to travel. At long last, she ended up in Lexington, where she wrote law for the Kentucky legislature, which was an interesting job for a lawyer with an English degree as well.

Linda was one of my dearest friends, though we spent very little physical time together after she left Nashville. So, the last ten years of our friendship was our dates on the telephone. Her desire to keep in touch and to fill an hour with catching up on what really mattered in life was always worth it.

I’m not one to talk on the phone for a long period of time. But with Linda, I made the effort, because we shared from the deepest place of our hearts. We talked of spiritual things and always met at a place of pure authenticity.

So, when she was dying, the last two years of our conversations were like reading the bible. Every word came from a place of vast learning and divine lessons that could only be taught by God. I remember the last week before she died, I called her sister. She told me that Linda didn’t have the strength to talk on the phone. In fact, she was restricting visitors as well to only those who had very strong belief that she could get well.

But for some strange reason, I called her hospital room anyway. After two rings, she picked up. She knew it was me and knew it would be our last conversation. She didn’t have much energy and could barely hold the phone up to her ear, but every word she said was like it proceeded from mouth of God.

She spoke of her vane attempt at trying to get better, even though that was not what God had intended. She told me of the pain she had to face when she realized that there was no time now to really live life, now that she had wasted it working while she was trying to recover (she worked up until her last six months).

She asked me to pray with her. She said she had to be quiet because it hurt to talk. I remember the prayer: “God, touch Linda right now. Take away all the pain so that she can only feel your loving arms around her. Allow her to bask in the silence and peace of your presence and know that she is loved. Help her to remember that when you carry her from this life to the next that there will be divine purpose for her in the next life and on—”

I remember hearing the telephone fall to the floor and a nurse scramble to pick it up. That was the last I spoke to Linda before she passed.

I share this story because in my life, it seems, that God has sent a lot of people to me to work through issues before they die. In fact, one of the things I do as a practitioner is help people who are in palliative care pass over. It’s a beautiful job when I’m appointed to help. You end up spending a lot of time with angels.

The last person I aided in this process had a large brain tumor. Her diagnoses would usually mean that she would be in pretty severe pain and uncomfortable. But this form of hypnosis we were using kept her from having any pain at all. At least she told me that she had no pain all the way until her death.

The interesting thing about the last person I helped was she was Atheist and had no real belief that she would go on spiritually. So, I had to design a way of helping her feel as if she would be remembered in the things that were left by her. I helped her design a way to imagine that she would become fluid with the earth and in her passing could remain a reminder to her family, especially her two daughters that she was there in the rain and in the mountains, in the special things that they shared together (trips to special places, beaches, ski trips). She felt such comfort in knowing that her memory would carry her existence forward.

I wonder if that’s why people are so concerned about having a grave marker the size of a small city or having large funerals. For me, I just want to pass quietly and have my body cremated. I think my ashes would be greatly appreciated in my favorite place, my garden.

I don’t believe our physical bodies come back to meet our spirits ever. I think our physical bodies decay and go back to the earth, because that is where they came from.

Our spiritual bodies, however, are heavenly and celestial; therefore, we go on into the stars and into the forever with spirit, which is everlasting—from age to age.

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One Step Further

One Step Further

I woke up yesterday. It seemed like it was going to be a normal day. Everything looked the same as the day before. The dog was by my bed begging to go out for his morning walk. My cereal tasted the same. The ride in the car to yoga was the same. Nothing much changed in the life of Bo.

Then it happened. I was taking a nap midday when I heard my mother gasp and then cry. “She has what? OH MY GOD!”

Turns out, my 35-year-old niece was diagnosed with cancer yesterday. What a strange turn of events. Who would have guessed a rather healthy young lady would be diagnosed with cervical cancer? Certainly not me.

I lay in my bed and prayed. Perhaps in another place and time I would have leaped from my bed and engaged in the drama. This moment, I didn’t. I stayed where I was and prayed. I didn’t even know what was going on and who was hurt, but I knew I would soon find out. It didn’t matter to me in spirit. No matter who it was, I would do the same thing—pray for guidance and for that person.

You see, to me the world is somewhat randomly doing its worldly thing: sickness, floods, cyclones, tsunamis, ravaging storms, and tornados. We have to just be prepared spiritually and mentally to do what we can do to help those in need and keep ourselves at peace “like a crystal in chaos,” I keep hearing in my prayers.

Can we reverse the way of the wind? Probably not.

Can we help heal the sick? Sometimes.

We just have to stay quiet and listen. That’s our job as spiritual warriors. The world keeps doing its worldly thing. That’s what it does. It keeps making rain and storms and certain types of wind will create tornados. It’s not bad luck. It’s life! Get ready for it. Prepare your soul and try to stay in a peaceful place for when it happens. Because it will happen over and over again. And you may be surprised, or you may be like me in my bed taking a nap, not so willing to engage one more time. But ready to stay at peace find out what it is that I am to do spiritually to help.

That’s all we really can do. I am a compassionate, loving person. And I promise that I will be to my niece when I see her. But for now, the best thing I can be doing is staying centered. It helps no one for you to be frantic and depleted energeticly with anxiety and stress. You are not good for the world and for your own life if you can not stay centered and in your truth. Your truth is “All things happen for the good.” We believe that everyday, no matter what. There will be good at the end of this rainbow. And I know it. I trust it to be true in this moment and for every moment that goes by in my life.   Amen.

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