Posted by on Feb 27, 2008 in Health & Healing, MISC | 1 comment

When my daughter was very young and scraped her knee while playing, as kids do, or had a fever, I would ‘kiss it better’, sing her a song, and reassure her that everything would be OK.

birdShe accepted this without question.  I was her mom, and in her eyes, I could heal.

A few years ago when my doctor said “I have some very bad news for you”, I was terrified, frozen with shock. Cancer.

“But, I eat so well, I stay active, meditate! I’m a peaceful person!” Suddenly my life was filled with teams of doctors and I had to think about treatment options. The decisions seemed impossible to make. And the sturdy fortress that I had built around myself came crumbling down. I discovered a raw sense of vulnerability which allowed me to reach out and ask for help over and over again.

The ‘inner Knowledge’ that I’ve received from Prem Rawat didn’t diminish the intense physical pain from surgeries, chemo and radiation, but even during the worst of these times I felt that ‘mother’s touch’, that unspoken kindness that soothes and holds one close.

Deep within myself there was a comfort, which at times seemed to color those stark, white hospital rooms with soft hues and a lovely melody.

Prem’s guidance, his wisdom and love, have infused in me something very natural and easy to accept. I don’t know what happens after death, but I do know that so much of the fear that I used to feel about being alive has been replaced with a simple and profound joy.

And this same ‘love of life’ will accompany me when it’s time to take my last breath.