Spiritual Sciences EMagazine

Issue: # 6

December 2008

A monthly newsletter for people who are prevailing on their spiritual journey. It's all about keeping the faith, maintaining courage, developing enlightenment, and creating a life
you can love through service to others.

Welcome to Connecting You With Spirit!

    I want to wish you and yours a healthy, peaceful, and joyous holiday season!
    In this month's issue, I'm sharing the story of a true miracle that happened right before my eyes.
     Unlike a carbon footprint, you are supposed to leave behind a spiritual footprint that represents how you helped make the earthly plane a more enlightened place than the way you found it.

The Healing Miracle

      I want to share a story about an incident involving my daughter, Megan, that took place when she was nineteen-months-old. I personally witnessed an actual healing miracle take place that dramatically contradicted the medical diagnoses provided by two top-notch specialists from the world-renowned Houston Medical Center.
     When Megan was born, she had a health problem known as clogged tear ducts. It is not considered terribly serious, but it was very worrisome to us. Thankfully, her right eye cleared up shortly after her birth. But the left eye remained bright crimson, continually drained, and because of her discomfort she frequently rubbed it with her little fist, causing repeated bacterial infections. We had to use an antibacterial ointment in a thick, petroleum jelly-type consistency that had to be squeezed into her eye daily. Her pediatrician, who we loved, was cautiously optimistic that she would outgrow the condition, so we waited. By the time she was nineteen-months old, the condition had not improved, so the doctor recommended that we visit with a pediatric ophthalmologic specialist in the Houston Medical Center.
     The pediatric ophthalmologist's office was swamped with other families when we arrived, and I was shocked to see how many other children had eye problems serious enough to warrant the attention of a specialist. We were escorted into an exam room. Shortly thereafter, a huge commotion erupted from down the hall. A baby began to scream uncontrollably, and the wailing continued for what seemed like several minutes. Britt and I exchanged confused, apprehensive glances. I had never heard a child howl like that, even when our babies would get shots. I was ready to grab Megan and bolt, but just then the doctor walked into the room.
     She examined Megan and proceeded to inform us that her eye would never clear up on its own. What's more, she seemed very surprised that we had waited so long to seek treatment; and, if we didn't do something about it right away, Megan could develop complications with her sight. The doctor gave us two alarming options.
     First, we could schedule surgery at Texas Children's Hospital during which time our precious baby would have to undergo eye surgery with general anesthetic; or, we could opt to have the doctor conduct a simpler procedure right there in her office. She went on to explain that all of the commotion that we heard a short time before was the result of the same procedure she had just performed on a baby boy who had a blocked tear duct just like Megan's. The doctor told us that the baby's parents had to hold the child down, against his will, while she jabbed a metal instrument into the tear duct to literally force it open. I was so repulsed by the barbaric, gruesome procedure that it rendered me speechless. Britt quickly thanked her for her time, and we decided to get a second opinion.
     A short time later we visited with another highly regarded pediatric eye specialist in the medical center who unfortunately confirmed the first doctor's findings. In spite of our consternation, we chose to schedule surgery at Texas Children's Hospital with the second specialist.
I was heartsick. I hated the thought of entrusting the life of my baby to a group of strangers, no matter how qualified they were. Frankly, I was less concerned about the surgical procedure than I was the general anesthetic. Many times I had heard from my physician clients that anesthesia could be the most dangerous part of any surgery.
     During this period, I kept lamenting over the fact that I was "only" a channel, wholly lacking any kind of ability to holistically heal. Yet, Megan's angels kept reassuring me that they had found a holistic healer who had the ability to cure her condition. It was a race against the clock because of the physician's dire warnings about how delaying the surgery could ultimately result in permanent damage to our baby's vision. The scary surgery was looming ever closer and I begged the angels to bring this person-whoever it was-into our lives.
     Days later, I was channeling for a new client and she asked about the nature of her life's work. Her angels told her that she was supposed to be a holistic healer, and that it was time for her to jump-start the miraculous healing ability that existed inside of her. This skill, her angels explained, had been developed in many prior earthly lifetimes when she worked as a healer and physician. Her angels then declared that Megan was supposed to be her very first patient in this lifetime and that my little daughter would be the catalyst to nudge her into her destined life's purpose. I almost cried with joy! However, my client was less than enthusiastic.
     First, she submitted that she knew less than nothing about holistic healing and was clueless about how to go about it; and, second, she said that she was very nervous about starting with Megan...a nineteen-month-old baby. I acknowledged her concerns and gently stated the obvious; that holistic healing energy did not carry with it the potential to hurt anyone because it is noninvasive and does not involve chemicals. Plus, I reminded her that, often, human beings do not feel confident about something they haven't done yet--at least, something they haven't done yet in their current lifetime. What's more, I told her, she could conduct the healing from the comfort and privacy of her home or office; we didn't even need to get together face-to-face. She told me that she wanted to think about it and that she would get back with me at a later date. I certainly didn't want to pressure her, but we had surgery scheduled in two weeks, so if something was going to happen it needed to be sooner than later! I finished her session and thereafter could think of nothing else.
     The next day, the client phoned and cautiously agreed to conduct the healing. I was absolutely ecstatic. She asked me to hold Megan on my lap so that I could see if anything was taking place. She was going to hang up, try to conduct the healing, and then call me back when she sensed it was complete.
     I thanked my client profusely, put the phone in its cradle, and hurried into Megan's room. She was just waking up from a nap. I lifted my daughter from her crib, took a seat on the flowered glider next to the bed, and positioned her on my lap. I hugged her and looked into her little face. As always, her left eye was red as a beet and tearing. I prayed that my new client would be able to help my baby. I realized what a profound responsibility she had taken on and how we had been complete strangers only a few days before.
     Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with nerves...but, no...it was more of an intense goosebumpy-feeling. It felt like intense waves of electrical energy were coursing up and down my body. Apparently, Megan could feel them, too, because she started to giggle and shiver. No more than twenty or thirty seconds later, I saw the unimaginable.
     Megan's eye completely stopped tearing. I stared at my baby in disbelief. For the first time since she was born, her eye stopped draining! And it wasn't swollen anymore...or red! It was as if there had never been anything wrong! For the first time in nineteen months, my little girl had two healthy eyes! To my utter astonishment, the holistic healing had really worked! I was overjoyed! As a professional channel, I had heard about miracles occurring for years, but I had never seen a miracle happen before with my own eyes-at least outside of finally meeting Mr. Wonderful and giving birth! I wanted to scream with joy, and it required a great deal of effort to remain calm and quiet, holding Megan still so that I wouldn't disturb the healing energy. As abruptly as it began, the goosebump sensation stopped and I could tell the exact moment when the healing was over. About twenty minutes had gone by.
     The phone rang in the other room, startling me. I jumped up with Megan on my hip, and ran to grab the receiver. It was my client, telling me that she had finished the treatment and had been told by what she believed was "spirit" that Megan was going to be okay and that the healing was a success. However, she remained unconvinced and questioned whether I had really seen any tangible changes. I was laughing and crying as I told her what I had seen happen, overcome with thanks and appreciation. My client was genuinely elated, but at the same time, taken aback, as anyone might be after suddenly discovering a prodigious talent of which they were previously unaware.
     Naturally, Britt was thrilled. We couldn't get over the fact that it had been such a rapid healing with no invasive surgery or chemicals! Although it was obvious to us that she had been miraculously cured, we made a follow-up appointment with the pediatric eye specialist who was scheduled to perform her surgery.
     The doctor strode into the exam room, quickly greeted us, and then turned his attention to Megan's chart. Still reviewing her paperwork, he asked why we had returned so soon. He wasn't expecting to see us until the day of the surgery. Up to that point, he had not even looked in Megan's direction.
     "We don't think she needs the surgery anymore," I answered excitedly, holding our baby daughter up for him to examine. "Look! She's healed!"
      "All better!" exclaimed our son, Flynn, who was almost three. He was perched on daddy's knee.
     The doctor furrowed his brow in confusion and turned his focus toward our daughter. Megan regarded him with a playful smile, gazing up at him with two clear, healthy little hazel eyes. The doctor reached for an instrument to take a closer look. When he finished examining her, he picked up her chart again, and then shook his head, saying something to the effect of, "I've never seen anything like this before."
     I briefly told him the story of how my client had healed her. Then Britt inquired as to whether Megan still needed the surgery. The specialist replied that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her eye now, but that the surgery still needed to be performed as the condition was certain to reoccur.
     Britt and I quickly glanced at one another. It took only a moment to make our decision. We knew she had been healed, so we chose to cancel the surgery. The doctor was less than enthusiastic. I, however, was crying with joy. I asked the doctor if he would like the name of the healer so that he could speak with her. He shook his head, and said in a rather firm tone, "No, I don't think so."
     "But, look what she did for Megan," I argued. "Maybe she could save other children from being subjected to surgery, and-"
     Britt lightly touched my arm and his expression stopped me in mid-sentence: he's refused, it's his practice...so let it go! My husband rose and thanked the doctor for his time. I stood up, holding Megan, and our family of four left the exam room.
     Just then, however, one of my angels told me to go back and get Megan's chart, and ask the doctor to note his findings so we would have documented proof. I was angelically instructed to provide the physician's documentation to my client, the healer, to help bolster her confidence. That was to be the "even exchange of energy" I would give her as thanks for what she had done for us. In my opinion, she had successfully jump-started the amazing ability she had developed in previous lifetimes and had created a miracle with her first healing in her current life!
     As a footnote to this story: Megan is now seven and has not experienced a single reoccurrence. And, my client, after the first and only treatment for Megan, began to share her news about the healing with others in her life. They were less than supportive or encouraging of her newfound ability, and she found this very uncomfortable. She decided to put off any more healings until she could get her brain around what she had achieved. Although I haven't spoken with this wonderful woman in several years, I remain eternally grateful. I earnestly hope that she will follow her life's path; in doing so, she would be able to help so many people in need.

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Synchronicity

About fifteen years ago, I had driven from my home in a rural area twenty miles outside of Bangor, Maine into Bangor to do some errands. My truck was an old one and not in great shape, but I was still shocked when, with no warning whatsoever, it just went dead in the middle of an obscure side street outside a bakery into whose parking lot I was about to turn. I got out of the truck and stood there with no clue what to do next. A moment or so later, a woman from my town drove past me on her way to the bakery. She not only helped me push the truck into the parking lot, she also gave me a ride home--AFTER she went into the bakery to buy the specially-ordered bread that she had come there to buy. A few years after the previous incident, I was driving to my part-time job as a receptionist at a YMCA in the same area. Traffic was crazy, and although I was in a hurry, I stopped to let a middle-aged woman cross the street in a non-crosswalk section. She waved her thanks. That evening, on my way home from work, I stopped at a store to pick up a few items, but was--embarrassingly--about forty cents short. A voice behind me said, "Don't worry. I have forty cents." It was the woman from the street. She smiled and said, "You let me cross this morning. I recognize your beret."

Greta S, Brownville, Maine
Courtesy of flowpower.com

Quote of the Month

I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.

Anna Quindlen
(1952--)
Pulitzer Prize-winning author

Channeled Question of the Month

Dear Kim: I read your book almost 10 years ago. The irony of it is that something drew me to the book store during my lunch hour. I believe my angels directed me to it. Since then, I've become quite intuitive and hear their voices. On occasion, when I am ready for bed, I hear a little bell going off. My mother told me it is them informing me that they are there.
My question is why I keep dreaming about my ex-husband Patrick? We've been divorced almost two years and I haven't seen him since he threw me out of the house. When I dream of him, we are together, and my stepson has been in my dreams, too. It feels like nothing has happened. But I don't love him anymore. We ended things on really bad terms. What I am afraid of is that he will try to come back into my life and I really don't want him to. I haven't dated anyone, and it's quite challenging out there. I've been considering a dating service.
Melissa F, 37, Austin, Texas

Dear Melissa::
Your dear mother is quite right-she's a very astute, intuitive individual! I'm thrilled that you are hearing your angels so well. If you choose to speak with your angels once a week for half an hour, their communication will become even more tangible. However, I'm so sorry to hear that you're dreaming about your ex. That can be very disturbing-especially when the breakup was a hurtful one! The reason you're dreaming about Patrick is because you did not complete your spiritual work with him. You two were supposed to be teacher and student for one another; but, unfortunately, he ran off like a scalded dog (i.e.: throwing you out of the house) before
the two of you could complete your work together. Too bad for Patrick! By not learning from you, a kind and gentle teacher, he is asking the universe for someone to come into his life romantically who will teach him through adversity, better known as...the hard way! He is not going to suddenly redeem himself by conducting his spiritual work, so you're never going to get back together. As much as you miss your stepson, there is no way that you'd take this man back after what's happened. Your dreams are allowing you to let go of a relationship that you worked very hard to sustain, and in which you were not appreciated, acknowledged, or treated with respect. You've gone through so much turmoil and transition in a relatively short period of time that the dreams are an indication that the dust is finally settling. You now have two choices. You could join a dating service and attract men who have issues just like Patrick, who will recreate all of the melodrama that you needed to learn from; or, you could seek out a good therapist who could help you tie up loose ends of unresolved issues in a peaceful, nurturing, calming, insightful environment. Find a good therapist (call/email if you'd like a referral) who can help you finish the spiritual work as quickly as possible so you can jump across the threshold into the happiest chapter of your life. Once you've worked through a few remaining issues, you're going to meet Mr. Wonderful and have your babies! You have the power to make 2009 the most joyous New Year you've ever had!

Profiles in Success
Clearly Connecting With My Deceased Mom

When my mother died, I had a spiritual experience. About 4:05 am., I was awakened from a very deep sleep because I heard my front door open and slam shut! I cautiously got out of bed, picked up my baseball bat and tiptoed down the hall to look into the living room. My front door was closed and securely locked. After looking around the house, I went back to bed. I had not been in bed but maybe ten minutes, when my phone rang and it was my brother calling to say that my mother had passed away at 4:05 a.m. I know that it was my mother coming to say goodbye to me. Then, that evening, my youngest sister was putting her three-year-old to bed and she saw my mother above his head in a halo of light telling my sister that she was safe and happy. My brother-in-law also saw the vision, but my mother disappeared as he walked into the room. I truly believe in spirits, and I know that other spirits exist and I am totally convinced that I have heard them in my dreams, too.

Betty Seales

Guest Contributor

It was just a couple of weeks before my wedding and I still had to write some vows to recite. My thinking was two-fold: 1) I wanted to find the words to tell the world how I felt about Bob, my fianc�, and why I loved him, and 2) in a round-about way, I wanted to demonstrate what romantic love means to me and to hopefully give other women ideas about what to look for in a partner, to show that love is more than just skin deep, so to speak.
Months prior, some really good words came to me one morning, very early, as I was waking up, but I failed to write them down, so everything was a jumble! I was definitely experiencing some anguish and frustration about these vows. Then, a couple of weeks before my wedding, I was on my way to Hobby Lobby to get ceremony supplies and it was getting close to the eleventh hour. I channel a lot of ideas while I'm driving-so, I said aloud to my angels, "Ok you guys, I need some help here, I need bullet points! Help me list everything about Bob that made me attracted to him, and that made me love him!" And it just flowed! I had to keep reciting everything as I drove, and I kept adding on new stanzas. Fortunately, I wasn't too far from my destination, so I was able to pull into the parking lot, find a remote spot & I just started writing on my tablet. The emotional floodgates opened up, and I was crying and giggling at the same time. I felt relief and gratitude at how complete it was. I read through it a few times, made some minor edits, and then decided that I was finished. I took a deep breath, thanked my angels, and floated into Hobby Lobby with a definite spring in my step!

YOU CAUGHT ME

When your smile lit up the room,
You caught my eye.
When the cadence & timbre of your voice soothed me like a lullaby,
You caught my ear.
When I felt the warm, healing touch of your hand on mine,
You caught my affection.
When you could talk to me about anything, and share my varied & eccentric interests,
You caught my mind.
When you were able to comfort me when I was down,
You caught my emotions.
When it became apparent that you put my best interests at heart, and 'got' me all the way
down to my soul,
You caught my trust.
When I saw you as a mirror of myself at a very deep level,
You caught my soul.
When your eyes met mine and tingled my spine,
You caught my heart.
I Love You.

Peggy Price

Blonde Moment

A blonde goes out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank. "Yoo-hoo!" she shouts. "How can I get to the other side?" The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back,

"You ARE on the other side."

Thank you for allowing me to spend this time with you! Please write to me with your own success and synchronicity stories...I'd love to include them in a future issue. Until next month, wishing you all the best blessings!