Converging
Thoughts For Healing
It
is well documented in that when people meditate together with the same
focus in mind, the concerted mental focus of those individuals will
produce the desired results. A well-known and documented example of this
was the experiment that was conducted in Washington DC in the summer of
1993. The experiment involved 4,000 assembled practitioners of
meditation who gathered from 81 different countries for the sole purpose
of reducing crime in the area. During the June 7 to July 30 experiment
the rate of violent crime including assaults, murders, and rapes
decreased by 23 percent.
The
power of concerted mental energy is real, and it is the same power that
was used to heal me when I was struck with leukemia 12 years ago and
given two months to live.
For
some years leading up to my diagnoses in 1996, I had been working on a
large personal art project. A major motif of the piece focused on blood
going bad. Another major motif was the ‘Orange Moon’. The Orange
Moon was symbolic of many things including the astronomical phenomena of
lunar eclipses when the colour of the moon appears orange red, due to
the shadow of the earth crossing over the face of the moon.
On
September 26, 1996 a harvest moon lunar eclipse would occur and this
date became a focal point for me. For two years prior to the eclipse, I
began spreading the word to people about its occurrence and suggested
that during its moment of totality (when it was fully coloured) that
regardless of where we were and what we were doing that at that moment
we all converge mentally, heart-fully, soulfully, for the purpose of
global healing. I had postcards made to promote this with the exact time
and date on them, and gave them out freely to anyone I met. The card was
titled ‘Bloody Orange Harvest Moon. I also performed a piece about it
that incorporated the aspect of ‘blood going bad’ which was meant as
a symbolic description of how we are poisoning the planet.
Unwittingly
what I did not realise at the time was that subconsciously
I was giving myself a constant message of blood going bad – my own
blood but at the same time I had also been requesting and building a
force of healing powers. I knew in my being the occurrence of the
eclipse was symbolic of a major rite of passage for me. That it would
change my life. Although I did not know what it would be, I knew that it
would change me irrevocably. As the date approached, I headed towards
New Mexico from Canada and all the way performed and told people about
the eclipse and gave out cards. I had planned to be in the desert to
assure a clear sky so that I could see it.
It
was September 24,1996. I was travelling through the Mohave desert on a
bus to Las Vegas when, out of the blue, I became seriously unwell. I was
taken to hospital in Las Vegas where I was given my diagnoses. And on
the 26th during the totality of the eclipse, I was on a plane
headed back to Vancouver to “put my affairs in order”. But as dire
as things seemed, I did not believe that I was going to die. Although
shocked at what had occurred, I knew intuitively that this was the right
of passage that I had been preparing for. And that at that moment of
totality, thousands of people were converging with me for healing, even
though they did not know at that moment where I was or what was
happening to me.
When I arrived in Vancouver, I was taken to hospital and things
continued to look dire to the medical staff. I was put in the “Rolls
Royce of wards”, the one that most people don’t leave alive. But
inside I knew I was not going to die, that I was going to heal. I even
refused some of treatments that did not intuitively feel right to me,
knowing they would not help in my healing. I worked internally visualising
my cells becoming perfect, and when I gained strength began drawing them
and covering my hospital room wall with them. Sometimes the doctors
tried to persuade me to take their suggestions, sometimes they laughed
at what I was doing, but inevitably they acknowledged that what I was
doing was working and they “wished all their patients would do what I
was doing” When I left that hospital I never looked back.
What
made me well were my beliefs and the power of mental thought converging
for healing. My story might sound fantastical to some; to others it will
make perfect sense. My story is not fantastical; it is about a rite of
passage that also revealed to me that what I believe and know
intuitively is real. It also taught me to be careful how I use my
thoughts. Thinking of blood going bad consistently in my work, made it
manifest in my life just as the focus on healing created the same.
Focussing and converging thoughts make those thoughts manifest. It is a
power that must be respected and used wisely, consciously, heart –
fully.
My
best thoughts to you.
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