Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Compassion at the Soul Level


Compassion at the Soul Level

There is a story from the Essenes that speaks to Compassion at the Soul level. The one we know as Jesus, or Yesuah ben Joseph, was returning for one of his times of being alone in the desert and had stop at a well to quench his thirst. A woman all wrapped in the cloth of a leper approached him and requested he heal her. He responded that first he had two questions.
Yesuah, “Do you believe and I and the Father can heal you?”
Leper, “But of course I believe, I’ve seen you heal in the Father’s name.”
Yesuah, “What has your dis-ease taught you?”
Leper, “Nothing! How could it? I was born with it and cast out by my Mother and I was raised by other lepers who have all dies. Not even a dog will befriend me. No, I have learned nothing!”
Yesuah, “Since your dis-ease has not served you I shall leave it with you until it does.” And walked away.

That is the compassion of one who would channel sacred healing for another. I work with those whose Soul agrees to work with me and who consciously dive into embracing their own shadow, pain or dis-ease.

Blessed Be,
Jeremiah

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Near Death Experience posted on March 09, 2006


This is the first public sharing of a very sacred event in my lives. I died on my 60th birthday 20 October 2000 and returned.

I'll give you the runup to my NDE as briefly as I can. At 50, while in 12 step work I found both my personal connection with Spirit and started having flashbacks of what I came to understand as incest with Mom from 2 to 5. It was my personal connection to Spirit that kept me sane in those first few years as whenever I was ready for a deeper awareness to be healed, Spirit would bring it to me.

In 1999, shortly after Mom died and I divorced after 34.5 years I discovered Tantra and the tools it provided to bring into awareness all that was to be healed.

In late September 2000, I was very impatient with the progress of uncovering what was to be healed and I declared my readiness to get it all on the table so I could deal with it. Hehehehe, the next day a friend invited me to come up to Philadelphia to have a visiting Swami do very deep tissue work on me. So I did, figuring it was God's answer and in a way it was - for having he and his assistant put all their weight on their elbow going into my calves, thighs and back brought into consciousness a lot of stuff I never had imagined. Of course I was later to experience the very deep bruising all over my body, especially in my left side.

About 3 weeks later as I approached my 60th birthday, I thought I had the flu as I was having such a hard time breathing and coughing and stayed home from work. On my birthday, I was gasping for air when I called my Dr who had me go to the emergency room. There, with nuclear imaging they discovered, there was not a clear spot on my lungs and that I had a massive thrombosis (blood clot) extending from my left ankle half way up my thigh throwing off clots. They asked if I wanted to take an experimental 24 hour IV drip of a plasmogenisis agent to turn the clot back into hemoglobin.

Over the time of the drip the odds were 1/3 massive stroke/death, 1/3 massive heart attack/death or 1/3 stroke/vegetattive coma. When the head of ICU, a lady DR told me the odds and asked if I was willing I asked her what she would tell her father. She broke down crying and left me with the head pulmonologist and the head cardiologist and kept quiet. After she composed herself she came back in and said "Do it." I promised her I would live and walk out. Funny thing is she never came back to see me.

They started the IV about the time I was born, just as a dear friend arrived to sit with me overnight. Sometime around midnight, I clearly remember being on the ceiling watching my friend Liora sleeping beside my body in the bed and that "I" wasn't breathing. As I wondered why the alarms weren't going off as the monitors flatlined I moved into a very bright light, no tunnel, just a very bright light coming from several beings of light. They told me I had work to do still but if I wanted to I could stay with them and come back another time in another body. I've no clue how long I was in the light, but there was no sense of urgency and to this day it feels like I was there a long time.

I chose to return to the work that is still unfurling for me. A week later I walked out to the amazement of the doctors who figured I'd at least be on oxygen the rest of my days. No one else had any sense of this occuring other than Liora remembering in a dream that she had observed me leave.