Gratitude and Healings
So, there is an acquaintance and friend of mine who has a terminal health condition and will eventually pass over due to his condition. So I sit here pondering about him I think about his condition and his remarkable connections with his ET friends. He has mentioned before on how his back was cured by them healing his spine to a point where he was almost pain free. He had suffered an accident years earlier which put him on the disabled list due to this injury. Needless to say I was impressed with his recovery. I have sat back many times and have wondered why they couldn't do the same thing with his existing condition.
As I am thinking about his situation and feeling kinda sad he is about to leave us my mind wanders off and I start wondering why they have not come to heal me? (Not that I feel as if I need any healing of any sort. I am feeling pretty good right now so, duh?) So now my thoughts have wandered from my friend and I start following the pity path. After all, I have had experiences with the guys and I am connected. What the hell!
Now my head has turned into a tossed salad of a little bit of jealousy, pity, and bitterness. What the hell! Where were you when I needed some help? Thanks a lot guys! Appreciate your help! NOT! Human ego is a beautiful thing to waste...so why not use it? I did use my ego, in force!
Then my mind stopped looping through this pity mode and I really started to reflect on a few times the guys dropped in to say hello. I instantly recognized four periods in my life where the ET presence had definitely stepped in to help me out in a healing capacity.
"Oh, yea," I thought to myself. Having to eat crow for Thanskgiving may not taste very good, but it does wonder for the soul. Still...DAMN!
So I have two encounters I thought I could share with anyone who is reading this. I never paid much attention to these healings at the time. I am so used to having experiences and since interactions with the other side are really no different then writing this blog, I honestly have never paid attention to a lot of interactions I have had. All these experiences are natural to me.
One experience came as I was working myself to the bone. Close to twenty years ago I was a satellite TV tech. I had a rural area I was responsible for in Utah which covered perhaps a two hundred mile round trip at times. So I was working six days a week with seventy to eighty hour weeks. I did this for a couple of years and was running myself to the bone. It got to the point I was catching some really severe colds where I was getting bouts of bronchitis with some nasty chest congestion. These episodes would last for two to three weeks and when I thought I was finally over one episode another one would set in. This had been going on all winter, but I just worked through them and every time I would get over one another episode would pop up. After perhaps the third or fourth severe episode I just finally got wore out and decided enough. I had to take a couple of days off to recover and get some rest.
So I am sitting on my bed after a couple of days and I am actually feeling well enough where I can kinda do some sort of open eye meditation. I am focusing on a spot on the wall in front of me and just getting my mind quiet with nothing in particular I was planning on. Just focusing and relaxing when the wall gives way and in walks what I would consider my ET guide. I just hold my gaze on him and notice he is holding a vile in his right hand over his chest. It is filled with some sort of pink luminescent liquid that is almost glowing. He extends his arm towards me and I hear his voice in my head telling me to drink this. Not in any mood to argue, and with him it really didn't matter. His gaze is very powerful and besides that I know I can trust him. So I take the vile and drink it. Rather I place it to my lips and it just absorbs into me. There is no taste. No sense this strange liquid has even entered my mouth. It just sucks into me. I give the vile back to him and he turns and walks back through the wall. I'm tired so I laid down and went back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later and my lungs are fine. My cold is gone. I am ready to go back to work.
After close to twenty years I have never had another cold or any type of chest congestion other then when I had my heart surgery. Which brings me to one more healing event.
Long story short I had to have open heart surgery, failed stent. The heart attack is another story altogether and how it happened. I'll just stick to the recovery part.
For anyone who has had to have heart surgery it really messes with your circadian rhythm. Your sleep patterns are all over the place for a few weeks after having the surgery. So I am wide awake at like four in the morning watching tv as I am laying on the couch. I close my eyes for a couple of minutes and must have dozed off. After some time my blanket gets stuck under me and I am trying to adjust it as I am lying on my back. I pull at it but I have a hard time moving my arm and open my eyes to see what is going on and find that I am not in my room. I am not even in my house. I have no idea where I am.
I am actually resting in a bed in a large room by myself. I am sitting upright and looking around the room. Everything is white. The gown I am wearing is white. The sheets I am covered with are white. The room is white and barren of any type of accessories. No clocks on the wall. No tv. No chalkboard. Just plain white walls. Off to the left of me I notice there is a large window with sheer white curtains and the breeze blowing through the open window has the curtains fluttering into the room. I can see out through the window and there is nothing but green fields of grass as far as the eye can see. In the far distance there is a mountain which is as green as the fields. I look at what is holding my arm down and notice it is hooked up to some sort of iv. There is no needle in my arm. It is attached by some sort of suction and it is just stuck on my arm like a band aid or something. The line going to the iv bottle has some sort of liquid flowing down it. It is flowing a drop at a time and every drop looks like a drop of golden liquid light. It flows down the drip line and sinks into my arm.
I look up and there is someone standing there. I guess he notices I am struggling with my arm a bit so he is adjusting something next to the bed I am resting in. He has a white outfit on as well. He has piercing blue eyes and short black hair. Other then his eyes he looks very human. He turns and walks away and I close my eyes. Sometime later I wake up in my room again.
To this day, every time I visit my cardiologist, she asks me how I do it. My heart has literally no damage in spite of how serious the heart attack was and the severity of what happened to me. The only side affect I have is being out of shape. I really do not need medication. I take medication only as a precaution for my medical cdl.
So why did these healing events happen? I don't know. I wish I did. I had no intentions towards these healings nor any other ones. I didn't ask for them. I wasn't even thinking along those lines. They just showed up and did their thing.
I'm thinking gratitude is the language of universal love. Maybe it's when the soul is living the life of gratitude maybe the universe recognizes and just steps in to help out when needed? Not that I am a beacon of gratitude. It's just cool to be alive!
