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A Day in the Life of a Healer |
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My older brother realized that he was seriously ill when he collapsed on the tennis court in exhaustion, after failing to catch his breath during a coughing spell. Until then he had played tennis and golf regularly. He thought he had the flu, because of his weakness, coughing, and dizziness, so he went to bed. After many days of rest, he felt weaker than before, and his coughing jags were longer and more intense. So he went to the doctor, and after some tests, he learned that one of his heart valves was damaged. As a result of congestive heart failure, fluid had gathered in his chest cavity and was crowding his lungs, causing his coughing. My brother then had open-heart surgery to replace the faulty heart valve. But his heart muscle was still so weak that he was unable to regain his energy, and he failed to recuperate. |
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He experienced long bouts of coughing and pain, he had difficulty catching his breath, and he felt tired and dizzy most of the time. Attempting to talk wore him out, and chewing and swallowing food was so difficult that his weight dropped to 125 pounds. I lived a thousand miles away from him and I had gone on vacation after his surgery, so I was not aware of his condition. On the day I found out about it, I had just returned and was too tired to make the trip to visit him. So I got very serious about distant healing. |
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I went to bed in the early evening and entered into a deep state of prayer. I asked God to let my heart beat for my brother's heart. I willed that my strength be his, to give a boost to his system. "Jump-start his heart," I thought, as I drifted down through a dark tunnel of mind, and floated into an ocean of light. Then my prayer changed into a state of surrender a prayer asking to join in being of service to the highest good for my brother. |
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A great sense of peace enveloped me, and I remember thinking that maybe I was the one who needed to accept any outcome for my brother. I don't believe that death is the end, or a tragedy. But I do believe impending death is an opportunity to express love. I knew that not enough loving words had been expressed to my brother, or among any of my family members. I became so tranquil that I had no wish to move my body, and didn't even seem able to. I don't know how long I lay on my bed in that deep, |
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