Meet My Spiritual Swat Team

          Over the last couple of years, as people learn that I healed from stage II uterine cancer in four months without surgery, chemotherapy or radiation, many people have asked me how I knew to follow my spiritual signs and forgo traditional cancer treatment. I mean seriously, what would possess me to follow the advice of a sweet little old lady named Maria when she knocked on my car window the day of my diagnosis and told me NOT to have surgery, chemotherapy or radiation? There is no easy way to explain this, but I’ll come further out of my spiritual closet and try.  

          In 2002, after leaving my solid career at Microsoft because my soul had left the building, I started my own consulting company and had more time to dive into my spiritual practices. At that time, I learned to meditate using a traditional Vipassana/mindfulness style of meditation. This taught me how to become an observer of my mind, rather than a reactor to all of its not so helpful ideas and strategies. Mindfulness had become a part of my regular spiritual practice.

A few years later, I met an intuitive healer, aptly named Hope. In short, Hope is one of those rare gifted people in the world who sees beyond the veils that most of us humans see. Since 1999, Hope has had the ability to talk with what some would call spiritual Masters, Angels and Guides. Although an understated woman who never toots her own horn, I realized quickly that Hope had a significant gift, and with her guidance I was able to connect to my soul’s purpose of expanding peace and compassion on the planet. Over the years she first became a trusted adviser and today she is a dear friend. In our nearly decade together she has taught me many ways to tap into the unseen forces of the universe, clear my personal blocks and strengthen my own intuition. I can’t say that I was a big believer in angels or invisible energy when I was growing up, but after I worked with Hope for a while, I realized there was no other way to explain the unfathomable connections and miracles that started to happen in my life.

            Things got really interesting when in June 2005, Hope taught a group of us a guided meditation called, ‘Meet Your Spirit Guide.’ The guided mediation went something like this: I’d picture myself in a big beautiful room. This is where I’d become more centered and relaxed. After a bit of time there, I’d see a doorway and exit the door. Outside the door was the car of my choice (a champagne-colored, convertible Jaguar worked nicely for me). I would get into the car and drive through the clouds until I found my destination, a welcoming mansion in the sky. Then I’d park my Jag, climb the mansion’s stairs, and knock on the door. The person who answered the door was evidently my spirit guide.

The first time I did this guided meditation, Jesus answered the door. Not kidding. It was Jesus. Although my body was sitting in a guided meditation in a workshop with Hope and about 10 other people, my mind and spirit was having this otherworldly experience. When I realized it was Jesus who answered the door, I sobbed audibly. I hadn’t had a connection with Jesus since I’d left home and the Catholic Church when I was eighteen. While still in meditation, I watched myself hug Jesus and he literally held me in his arms as I cried. You don’t forget a reunion like that, particularly one that takes you so far back into your childhood roots. Next, I noticed that the then-recently deceased Pope John Paul II was standing behind Jesus. What was this place, some kind of heavenly recruitment center designed to return me to the Catholic Church? I wasn’t having any of that! So, I ignored the Pope partially because I was still mad at the institution he represented, but mostly because I was so excited to see Jesus.  

            When that first guided meditation ended, I knew something inside me had forever changed. My friend Hope had opened a window to another world and now that it had been opened and I had seen what was on the other side, I couldn’t deny it existed any more. This was an interesting rabbit hole I would spend years exploring.

After that first time, I visited the mansion in the sky many times during meditation. Each time, Jesus answered the door. He led me down a short hallway to a quaint sitting room that resembled an old library. Sometimes I asked questions and Jesus answered. Other times, he had guests with him and they taught me something I could never have picked up in a book. The conversations would go on until Jesus gave me the sense that it was over. At that point, we’d both get up. I’d walk to the front door, hug Jesus good-bye, head back to my convertible and drive back to 'the real world.' It wasn’t always easy to return to reality after these episodes. I liked life in the clouds, but I had work to do on Earth. Still, I sensed these interactions were building toward something.

            Every meditation was educational and healing. Once, after meeting Jesus at the front door and walking down the hall, I noticed the door to the parlor was not open. He reached to open it, and enormous billows of fiery red light came out the door, threatening to burn us. Jesus tried a couple of times to open the door. Each time, the red flame emerged, and there was no safe way to enter the room.

            After the third attempt, Jesus calmly closed the door and looked at me. “That uncontrolled heat is your anger. It’s impossible to get any new information to you when you are so angry,” he said. “Once you are able to address your rage, we can resume our discussions.” With that, our session was over.

            On the one hand, I was surprised. I didn’t consider myself an angry person. On the other hand, perhaps he was right. In my efforts to play nice in the world, I often overrode my displeasure in order to people-please and keep the peace. I realized my anger was just below the surface, waiting to engulf me—and anyone close to me—in a wave of red, destructive flames.

            I spent several weeks working on the issues I thought might be the cause of my repressed anger and then went back to see Jesus. This time, we had no difficulty proceeding through the parlor door. My historical resentment had subsided. That day, I recognized another man in the parlor but wasn’t as familiar with him as I was with Jesus. The man was His Holiness the Fourteenth Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso, perhaps the most recognizable Buddhist monk on the planet.

            Over the following several months, I visited the mansion many times. What I learned in meditation from Jesus, the Prince of Peace, and the Dalai Lama, the King of Compassion, shifted my worldview and my life. When I followed their lessons and their guidance to work for peace and compassion, everything in my life changed. Let me give you some concrete examples:

• Less than one year after “meeting” the Dalai Lama for the first time in meditation, I was sitting with him in a puja (devotional ceremony) in his hometown of Dharamsala, India. This was not a pre-planned meeting and the guidance that took me to India will take up an entire chapter of Holy Sit.
• One year after that, I was hosting the Dalai Lama on a stage in Seattle, interviewing him as part of a global five-day compassion effort with more than 150,000 participants. These two events were not related in the third-dimensional world, but evidently, they were related in my life in the clouds.
• On the stage with the Dalai Lama, I asked him the number one thing we could do to keep the compassion movement going. He said, “Compassion Education.” That day, I made a commitment to His Holiness that I would help spread compassion education globally. Today, I am certified to teach Compassion from Stanford’s Center for Compassion and Altruism, Research and Education (CCARE). And, coincidentally, the chief creator of the curriculum for the program is Thupten Jinpa, the main interpreter for The Dalai Lama who was also on stage with us that day.  
• And, for those of you who haven’t yet read the chapter about my spiritual surgery with Jesus, well, it’s a mind-blower and it was that event that I believe helped me heal naturally from cancer. Here’s the link to that miraculous part of the Holy Sit story. 

             How all of these life events transpired from a simple meditation is still beyond my comprehension. But what I do know is this: when I followed the guidance of my Spiritual SWAT Team (aka Jesus, the Dalai Lama and others), the elements of my life played out as if they were prophesied. And, no one, least of all me, could deny it: I was being guided.

            So in 2011, when a woman, aptly named Maria, knocked on my car window and instructed me to skip surgery and radiation and heal from cancer naturally, how could I not listen to her? Obviously, hers was another message from my Spiritual SWAT Team. With enough spiritual evidence under my belt, even with my life on the line, the choice was esoterically obvious, yet still humanly scary. And, now that I’m more than three years cancer-free, I’m still following my signs, including the one that guided me to share this very personal story with you.  

If you'd like to continue the Holy Sit story, read the next chapter about the Human Doctor who joins my healing team. 

           

In peace,

Emily Hine

Note: This Holy Sit blog is one in a series of blog posts that tell the story of my journey healing from cancer without surgery, radiation or chemotherapy. It's also about spiritual awakening and finding inner peace in a chaotic world. If you want to read the full story, check out the chapter titles on the Holy Sit home page & start with this one.