Over the next few
days at Optimum Health Institute (OHI), I tried to make sense of the spiritual surgery I'd undergone with Jesus, the Holy man turned surgeon. I conducted an honest audit of the last
week, and looked for logical answers. On November 4, just a few days before my
visit to OHI, a friend sent me a link to an interview with Dr. Wayne Dyer, the
international bestselling author and speaker. In the interview, Dr. Dyer told
his story of healing from leukemia after he had remote spiritual surgery with a
healer named “John of God,” who was located in Brazil.
In the same
interview, Dr. Dyer also spoke of Anita Moorjani. Doctors had given her just
hours to live after stage IV cancers had consumed her body for years. As her
body shut down, Anita had a near-death experience where she evidently “crossed
over to the other side” and was given a choice to live or die. She chose life,
and within weeks, she was discharged from the hospital – with no sign of cancer
in her body! She has written about this experience in her book, Dying To Be Me.
While Dr. Dyer’s
stories inspired me, I didn’t see how they applied to my situation. As far as I
was concerned, I had “cancer-lite” compared to Dr. Dyer, Anita Moorjani, and so
many others. I didn’t think my situation warranted bringing out the big guns or
playing the miracle card quite yet. After all, we only get so many miracles in
one lifetime, right?
Still, I couldn’t
help but wonder…had the two stories planted seeds of possibility in my
subconscious? Had I manifested the “Jesus machete surgery” in my mind? If so,
how could I account for the physical evidence in the form of multiple days of
heavy bleeding out of cycle? This was not normal. I needed answers.
On November 11,
2011, several days after my spiritual surgery, I went to OHI’s chapel to have
my post-operative “Come-to-Jesus” meeting. My experience in that meeting, and
what happened over the next two months, changed both my perspective of miracles
and how I relate to Spirit.
As I sat on the
chapel floor and faced the altar, I heard noise coming from the guest in the
room above the chapel. OHI is usually a quiet, peaceful place conducive to
healing. People are discouraged from using cell phones at all, and most
definitely not in public places. However, the woman above the chapel didn’t
seem to care. She was talking loudly and pacing back and forth in her room
while on the phone.
I sat in the lotus
position, closed my eyes, and tried to tune out the noise above me. I started
with a mantra modified from “A Course in Miracles.”
God is my source. God is my strength.
God is my mind.
I repeated the
mantra silently. The woman upstairs continued her rant, generously dropping
F-bombs as adjectives. I moved around uncomfortably, obviously distracted.
Determined, I would not allow her to put me off my task. I had to talk with Jesus about Monday night’s covert uterine
operation. I changed strategies and started in on the Prayer of St. Francis.
Lord, make me an instrument of your
peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow your love. Where there is injury,
pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there
is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy.
The noise upstairs
continued, but soon I felt the presence of the Prince of Peace. I greeted him
quickly, eager to get to the point. “Hi, Jesus. Thanks for coming. Hey, this
woman is pretty loud upstairs, and I can’t focus. Can you quiet her down?”
His response was
direct. “She is you, Emily, and that noise upstairs is the noise in your head.
You must continue to quiet the noise in your head. It’s a distraction for you.”
I replied with
something resembling, “Yeah, yeah, I know. And I will, but I really need to talk to you. So would you
quiet her down now?”
He calmly replied,
“You don’t know. You have not
controlled the voices in your mind. She is illustrating how they distract and
even harm you. Do you hear her language and the harshness of her words? This is
how your mind speaks to you now.”
My patience was
waning. I had important questions to ask, but I knew he was right. It’s hard to
hear Spirit with all that noise going on “upstairs.” So, finally, after tucking
the lesson away for further analysis, I got to the point. “Thank you. I will
meditate more and work harder to quiet my mind. In the meantime, Jesus, was
that you in my uterus Monday night?”
His response was
gentle and clear. “Yes.”
I took a deep
breath, exhaled, and asked, “Did you perform surgery on me?”
His response was
immediate. “Yes, I did.”
I knew it! It wasn’t
just a dream. I was tentative about the next question. I didn’t know if I’d be
able to handle the answer if it wasn’t in my favor. “So... am I healed?”
Jesus replied,
“Almost. You need to eat this way for the next two months, and then get tested
again.”
“Okay. Thank you,” I
said. “Do I need to do anything else?”
He repeated his
earlier answer. “Keep eating this way, and get tested again in two months.”
Then, he encouraged me to remember the raging woman upstairs. “It’s your job to
quiet her,” he told me. “Do not neglect this.”
As I finished the
meditation with expressions of gratitude, the woman upstairs was wrapping up
her phone call. I thought the timing was interesting. I heard her preparing to
walk out her door. I desperately wanted to know who she was. Everyone at OHI
seemed serene and in touch. Could it be that most of us projected calm exteriors, but actually had chaos going on in our
heads? The answer was obvious. Of course we did–or we likely wouldn’t be there,
needing mental, physical, and emotional detox in order to truly heal.
I returned my focus
to the cancer issue and everything that had happened recently. I remembered the
wise words of my friend and intuitive teacher, Hope, who told me, “Spirit
always meets us fifty percent of the way. If we do our part, then Spirit will
do its part.”
I reflected on all I
had been through in five short weeks. I’d received the uterine cancer
diagnosis. I’d followed the message I’d received from Maria, and turned down
surgery and radiation. I’d researched to learn what was best for my healing. I
had started making different choices, and had “acted as if” I wanted to stay on
the planet, even though I’d secretly thought about opting out via suicide by
cancer.
After my klutzy
human effort to process my fears, I had actually made some good decisions for
myself. I made a big statement when I decided to enter OHI to cleanse my body,
having faith that it would propel my healing. I guess I had done my fifty
percent, because Spirit definitely came through with its fifty percent of the
equation. That is, if I could allow myself to believe that the spiritual
surgery had actually happened.
I expressed as much
gratitude as I could muster while in a state of disbelief, and left the chapel
to search for my sister. I had to tell her what Jesus said. I might be cancer-free in two months. I
wept openly for the grace and the possibility that this could actually be true.
To learn how these meditations with Jesus began and how I had such faith in my healing approach, please read the next chapter about my Spiritual Swat Team.
To learn how these meditations with Jesus began and how I had such faith in my healing approach, please read the next chapter about my Spiritual Swat Team.
Wishing you peace and great health!
Emily Hine
