Healing and dying are friends who find us

Each day, i talk to my bodymind to thank it for all the healing it provides. Last July 19, I met a mother face to face whose son I have been in contact with through a psychic portal. The mother flew all the way from Thailand to see me, she said ” I wanted to meet you for the first time.” I was grateful  because I have never met her nor her son but it felt i am  connected to them and have  always known them.

What is the story here? Her son was born , at first, a normal baby. Then she noticed her baby was not the usual curious baby. After a series of tests, the son was diagnosed with severe retardation. As he grew, he had brain seizures  and the doctors added  autism, legal blindness, nonverbal, and other issues to his slate.The mother sought all kinds of doctors and prayed hard each day. She was told her son will not reach the age of 18 because of his impairment, neither can see, nor  communicate. She never knew if her son even knew her.

Until  last summer of  2011.  I was approached by a friend who had a link to the mother’s friend who told her about me. after a series of emails, the contact was made. It has been a year since I gave the mother what she wanted to know – that her son knows and loves her through his sense of smell and through the many little things his bodymind can interact with. I told the mother (for confidentiality, no mention of names) that her son is able to tell me how he feels, what he senses in his life and what he wants – to be with her, his grandfather and the woman he is attracted to. I wrote to the mother to validate the details of his story, which she did and realized it can come only from her son because I never was in their home and could never imagine what i received from him.

How did I do it? I can only share another story – I was serving a family whose artist sister was dying and she was in coma with a cancer issue. The artist wanted to heal and refused to die. So I listened to her and did what is called babaylan sensing and bodytalk. The artist had her way of sending visual images to me and it led to our organizing an exhibit of all her favorite works in a gallery. It has been a year since the art exhibit and she is still alive, though still in coma.

Healing and dying are like friends who find us at the right moment, wherever we are. These friends may be called ” special verbs” with wings and somehow they will find whom they need. I always tell friends ” Am the receiving call agent, not the usual call center but nonetheless those who need me find me.”

I understand that all of us are interlinked in this life. There are those whose  illness allows them to manifest  links while finding meaning in their illness. There are those whose final moments bring them enlightenment . These people help us focus and help us appreciate our connectivity beyond the digital world. There is a more profound link that we all have and need to be fully conscious of.

The most important insights I got from serving those who are in these ‘verbs’  : “Living with love, healing with a respect for the bodymind and solidarity with the  ones who wish to die beautifully.”

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2 Comments on “Healing and dying are friends who find us”

  1. Yusuf Clark Says:

    Girlie,

    Not so strange to find a story that touches me. Not so strange to find comfort in living with a vision of dieing beautifully. I want to share with you something I wrote…

    Death

    my child-heart flies on the wings of her talent. that awesome random creative mind of hers. the horizon her only boundary. with the love of her father and mother forever cupping her fragile heart. the humanity and divinity of her childhood will always bring tears to her eyes … and determination… to fight to reach the sun before it sets.

    my soul-child/mother/warrior rests. her wounds will perhaps never heal. the shattered pieces will never be joined. but her soul rests. 

    my heart-spirit plays a path of music. her own composition. rhythmic – vibrantly alive. melodic – always new. she soars partner–friend-lover-mate-wife-and-maybe-even mother. she is everything to me. and finding peace, i can finally let go.

    my mind-heart leaves behind a better world. my shadow a rainbow of grey. allowing the light to shine on friends that have found their grounds of play, their own music or canvass, their own flight. or to edify leaders that find in their loneliness the winds of a validating  hope. or maybe to inspire the stranger-spectator to think a little bit more fondly of the world that You have built

    but is the world i leave as big as the World we all live in? will my mind-heart change your world too? and the way we  relate with each other? or the way we all behave? will i have the gift and the pain of audacity? and fly larger than i could have ever imagined, the sweep of a collective mind-heart casting a massive fearful shadow darkening all other shadows. shall my shadow die in a brilliant collective flash of explosive light that History will want to remember.

    or more likely, the world i leave is a little bit smaller in scope.. where the delicate tapestry of loving and living friends and lovers is circumscribed in time and geographical space … yet having a texture that is infinite on its own. 

    my dark-heart may bring along a little bit of my anger, recklessness and lust. my demons. but their claws no longer pull me down. they make my flight beautiful in its humanity. and i shall embrace them. and be more kind to those and myself for the the pain that these demons have asked me to inflict

    shall i choose how i go? is this Your gift, Lord? or maybe every second from now on is a dying. and every second becomes a gift of love.


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