Two weeks ago, I planned to be in flight to Abadiania, Brazil today to immerse myself in the healing currents of Casa Dom Ignacio and Medium Joao (better known as John of God here in the US; >) Two weeks ago, I was making packing lists, reflecting with gratitude upon the vast well-being I’ve already received from my visits to Abadiania, and meditating upon what is next for me on this adventure of awakening into All I Am with the help of the Entities. I was finishing up my last set of herbs from the previous spiritual surgeries in December, 2011, and observing the shifts of consciousness in both my body and mind as I prepared. That was two weeks ago.
My heart was full of gratitude that morning, two weeks ago, when I made the prayer welcoming whatever was called for to assist me to my next level of evolution. I went back to the barn to play with the horses, chock full of eagerness for Life’s adventure and prepared Fancy Free’s tack with calm assurance that she and I would bond in love as I climbed into the saddle on her back… our first time together.
No one was more surprised than me when she started bucking. And, on the third buck when I realized I was going down, no one was more surprised than me at how events had turned. All of a sudden, everything was beyond my control — Fancy Free, my body, and then the shearing pain. At first, the pain was so sharp I couldn’t breathe. I could barely move. The thought running through my mind was simple (even if illogical ), “I don’t know how this helps me prepare for Abadiania and John of God, but I know it does, and I’m still going.”
A sunny Sunday play-date transformed into a medical crisis in less than a minute. Tests and X-rays (thank the heavens for medical technology) revealed three fractured ribs (one in multiple locations), a burst vertebra, and two herniated discs. I was scheduled for emergency surgery to stabilize the vertebra and eliminate the risk of shards severing the spinal cord. Again, my only sense of personal control was to claim the power of good in all experience as I surrendered into a flow of decisions made by immediacy and emergency.
That was two weeks ago.
So, today — instead of driving to Miami to catch the flight to Abadiania — I rest and let time heal. And while times heals my body for a few extra weeks before I make the journey to Abadiania, I reflect on the power of prayer and surrender.
I wonder if the newly emerged butterfly feels the same tender vulnerability as her body rests from the effort of breaking through the chrysalis to realize the transformation from crawler to winged being. I wonder if healing broken bones released what no longer serves in the breaking and now knit into being a structure to hold the physical, emotional, and mental of All I Am becoming. If I had known in making the prayer to allow whatever will bring more light and love into my Being that meant extreme pain and weeks of immobility to heal and integrate, would I have been as willing to surrender into the prayer as I did? I like to believe so. I believe love knows no boundary — even pain is part of love. Even broken bones are part of love. That Love transforms me is a certainty. That my Life is changed is a certainty. How the transformation will unfold is the adventure we are calling the healing process.
And I will bring this process again to Abadiania and the Casa Dom Ignacio on June 26th. I will, of course, share my experiences while I am there. And as always, I am happy to bring prayers for anyone who would like me to place one in the Prayer Basket for them. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with the focus of your prayer’s intent, your full name, the city where you live, and your birthday. It is very important that people making a prayer are involved in the asking of the prayer. So, please ask only for yourself and invite your friends and loved ones to contact me directly if they would like a prayer made as well.
Together, we are the awakening. Together, we are the solution. Together, we are love given, love shared, and the love received.
Thank you. I love you.