Holy Sit: Do You Believe in Miracles? Part II

Do You Believe in Miracles? Part II

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.

Wishing you peace and great health!

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