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Showing posts with label Gift of Healing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gift of Healing. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

God's mysterious ways...the gift of healing! Grace Cathedral in San Francisco!




 




Healing Hands!




Once again, God's mysterious ways have astounded me!

For instance, the night before last, I stumbled across a book on "Healing" (by chance?) based on the teachings of an Eastern Master which ring just as true today as when they were first published a half-a-century ago by a San Francisco publishing house!

In fact, as I read the spiritual passages therein - I was immediately struck by the fact that the ideas set forth by the authentic Guru - were along-the-lines of a handful of philosophical musings gleaned from the yearnings of my own blessed heart over the past decade or two.

In particular, I found the theories - that articulated on the principles behind "healing", "purification", and "magnetism" - resonated with truth to the very core of my being!

Needless to say, I was not at all surprised when I ran smack-dab into a mystical experience bright-and-early the next morning - and a brush with the Lord - as I trekked up California Street into the tony environs of Nob Hill.

Indeed!

Shortly after I strolled into GRACE CATHEDRAL (one of my favorite Churches in the Bay area), I was suddenly bathed in pool of rainbow colors by virtue of a stream of light shining through a stained-glass window from on high above me.

On the heels of the cleansing awakening, the Church bells suddenly rang out!

"For whom do the bells toll?" I wondered to myself.

At this juncture, it came to my attention that a service was about to commence in a small Chapel at the front of the spectacular Cathedral.

I quickly ushered myself into a seat just as the Priest began to utter up the first words of the scriptures to the solemn parishioners humbly gathered there.

Lo & Behold!

Subject matter in the stray book on "Healing" (which I came across the evening before) was the focus of her Sermon at Grace!

In fact, at one point - the Priest asked if anyone recalled a little tune with lyrics that went something like - "this little light of mine".

Within a few precious seconds, I found myself singing out.

"This little light of mine. I'm going to let it shine!"

In response, the Priest nodded her joyous approval from the podium up front!

In a round-about-way, my ambition to sing in the Church was fulfilled at long last.

Offers for this tenor to sing for his supper in the future are graciously accepted!

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After the service, a man spied the book on healing in my hand, and trotted up to quiz me.

"What is that you are reading there?"

Suddenly, I found myself giving a brief dissertation on the power of "healing".

"Did you know that if you open up your heart, you can heal the world?" I found myself blurting out.

It hit me like a thunderbolt.

God was bestowing upon me the gift of healing!

Amen!




Holy Spirit is present!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Mystic...fortune-teller's forecast right on! Fog is lifted...


Spirit healing!
(laying on of hands)


Mystical symbolism on U.S. Dollar
(Influence of Masons)


One day I was window-shopping on the 3rd Street promenade when I noticed a mystic offering up psychic forecasts to passers-by.

He was easy to spot; after all, his broad smile, wide shoulders, magnetic personality jumped right out among the multitudes drifting down the open-air marketplace.

Right away I knew he was authentic.

How?


Instead of propping up a make-shift sign with a fee etched on its face, he was inclined to accept donations only.

For those of you familiar with past posts, you probably remember the one I penned about my own psychic abilities and my involvement in the arcane arts many few moons ago!

Prophecy
A Gift from God

Post:  10/29/10


http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2007/10/prophecya-gift-from-god.html

Because of my background in this area, I was able to discern from his approach - and the reading in general - that he knew his stuff (so-to-speak).

Of course, if you have ever had a reading, you know that sometimes a prediction can seem a little bizarre or beyond the realm of comprehension on the occasion it is uttered up.

But, remember, anything (and everything) is possible under the sun!

True to form, a couple of predictions threw me for a loop that day, although I was capable of holding judging  in view of my own personal and professional experiences over the years.

For instance, when he noted there would be quite a few cowboys around me  in the near future, I smiled.

There haven't been any men - of any stripe or persuasion  - in the picture for months!

Frankly, I haven't been in the mood (or right state of mind)  to entertain any romantic notions.

But, sure enough, two days later when I drove into Las Vegas, I suddenly found myself smack dab in the midst of a posse of Cowboys  because (unbeknowst to moi beforehand) the Rodeo had gallopped into town.


Subsequently, I ended up penning a post about that event, bolstered up with images of virile cattle men.

Surprisingly, about the same time, the Gene Autry Museum invited me to a special discussion on two celebrated western-style shirts (featured in Brokeback Mountain)  on exhibit there.


So, of course, I penned an article on that landmark event.

I laughed when he noted I was in a creative field of work and that I affected quite a few lives as a result.


Indeed - a good or bad review of a film, tv show, or red carpet event - has the capacity to do just that!

When he drifted on to planetary aspects, he was quite knowledgeable about the influence of the midheavens, too.

He pointed out that Pluto was in my chart quite prominently over the past couple of years (a negative influence) which caused some difficulties in my life.


Of course, I knew this cosmic pull  to be true, because years ago I had an in-depth horoscope prepared which indicated that Pluto factored into my destiny from time to time.

However, he noted that the probematic vibration was coming to an end, as the 9th planet  moved out of my chart.

True!

I confess that over the past year or so my health has been the worst it's ever been in my entire life.


Over the past few months, for instance, I have been hustled in and out of the hospital about a dozen times or so, in fact.

During that time frame, there were a dizzying number of tests and physical exams to undergo.


And, a raft of medicines and painkillers to quell the pain and discomfort, too.


Regular readers may recall posts in which I got the dates mixed up (some of that was attributed to computer glitches, I swear),  misspelled names, or wasn't as coherent in my reporting as I normally tended to be (for good reason, if the truth be known).

Yes, sometimes it was the painkillers (and/or prescription drugs) that were responsible for the fog that enveloped (and hindered) me.

On occasion, I'd return to my car, totally exhausted on the heels of performing a few chores.

Before I could turn the key in the ignition - on occasion, I simply passed out - overwhelmed with drowsiness and incapable of prying my eyes wide open to get through the tail end of the day.

Consequently, the uncontrollable struggles, may have caused a tongue or two to wag  after  passers-by happened across me in the neighborhood asleep at the wheel.


Uh-huh!

The locals probably thought I was a bit tipsy or high on drugs, eh?


Of course, then there was the issue of my sleeping disorder diagnosed this past year.

Rather than fall asleep at the wheel (like I did one day on Highway 15 on a trip back from Las Vegas)  I oftentimes elected to just curl up in the back seat of my vehicle until the exhaustion passes over (and I could - at long last - drive home safely).

I tried the "stimulants" my doctor prescribed as an alternative, but was forced to stop, when I found myself stuttering, grinding  my teeth, and staring blankly into space whenever I stopped into a cafe for a tea or coffee.

The heck with that!

But, then, in January - as predicted - Pluto started to shift.

Suddenly, in San francisco one day, I felt like I was coming out of a fog and able to function at full steam once again.

In retrospect, I am thankful I had my blog to focus on, because it was all that  kept me going in a very dark period during the past twelve months or so.


Now, thank God, I am starting to make plans and set goals and get enthusiastic about life again.

In a sense, I feel reborn, for some inexplicable reason.

Amen!


Edgar Cayce healed with help of spirit guides!


Pluto's orbit
(my birthday  is in May)

 

Monday, October 29, 2007

Prophecy...a gift from God!


In the Business Section of the LA Times, a writer for "Consumer Confidential", reported that he threw caution to the wind recently and jauntily stepped into a "storefront" establishment that offered "psychic readings" - to, as he demurely put it:

"Take a look at those who employ other-worldly means to help people prepare for the inevitable."

After lamely noting that an initial consultation for sixty dollars became a prolonged sales pitch for a five-hundred and seventy-five dollar "psychic cleansing" - which the young woman, Crystal, insisted was needed to restore his gloomy aura to its previously golden hue - he proceeded to cast aspersions on the "forecast" industry populated by psychics, astrologers - and the like - who use their talents to tap into the mysterious spirit world to conjure up messages from the other side.

If Mr. Lazarus departed the young seer's shop with a bad vibe in his aura, it's obviously due to his own negative "karma", in my estimation.

After all, he clearly was remiss in his duty as a journalist.

Judging from the ramblings of his expose, it's evident little constructive research was carried out; nor was there a fair open-minded approach to the subject.

In sum, Lazarus took an unkind swipe, which was unjust and uncalled for.

But, I guess a "Witch Hunt" is to be expected at Halloween.

When I was a teenager, I was fascinated by the occult.

Because of my own unique, childhood experiences - and due to an obvious uncertainty about the future - I became a seeker.

At first, my spiritual travels led me into the arcane arts.

The field of palmistry was particularly intriguing.

One of the best texts to use for a guide on the topic is by noted palmist, Cheiro.

He was one of the most famous and colorful occult figures of the early Twentieth Century - a clairvoyant who used palmistry, astrology, and Chaldean numerology - to make startlingly revelations about future world events.

Cheiro was often coached into summoning forth predictions for a handful of celebrity clients - stage legend Sarah Bernhardt, literary giant Oscar Wilde, and the highly-regarded, Duke of Windsor - to name a few.

Yes, he predicted the abdication from the Throne!

Did you know that psychologist - Carl Jung - examined the hands of tots to verify the presence of "Down Syndrome" ?

When I mapped the squiggly lines creasing my own palm, and compared them to diagrams in texts, I was startled to discover that so many of the principles and theories in his slim book held up.

Not content to base my conclusions on one set of mutts, I plucked up the sweaty palms of numerous friends, and was taken aback when they assured me my insightful dabblings rang true.

My foray into the I-Ching was equally as productive.

The I-Ching, is a calculated method of identifying order in what seems like chance events, and is central to a philosophy at the heart of Chinese cultural beliefs.

The Querent tosses three coins - or yarrow sticks - in logical sequence.

By way of a hexagram, the subject is able to fathom improbable influences - and hence - plot a course to wisely effect a positive change in harmony with the forces of nature.

In sum, the I-Ching is a tool of Divination, capable of tapping into the synchronistic undercurrent that touches and orchestrates all life.

The ritual is not a parlor game and should be approached with solemn respect.

Eventually, when the word spread around the neighborhood about my own psychic stirrings, I was forced to set aside appointment dates to meet the demand for private consultations.

In time, the Vancouver Sun wrote a feature on me, and delved into the fascinating topic with remarkable insight.

On the heels of this article, a National Tabloid mailed me prints of three anonymous hands to peruse; when my analysis was right on the mark, the editors excitedly published a report on the results.

The phone rang off the hook, after that.

A short time later, I was invited to appear on a popular morning TV Show - "Tomorrow's Fortune" - at CKVU in Vancouver, B.C.

Anonymous callers dialed in each day and asked a question; at which point, I'd offer up responses based on a three-point Tarot card lay-out on the podium before me.

Oftentimes - callers let out a gasp - or cried out, "Yes, that's true!"

Within minutes the switchboard would light up and operators invariably struggled to keep on top of the onslaught of frenzied calls.

Of course, the Tarot cards are only a focal point for the concentration; ultimately, the messages are triggered by, and spring from, the deep recesses of the all-knowing subconscious mind.

When the popular morning show finished its run - I continued to coach clients spanning the far reaches of the globe - usually on issues pertaining to pressing business deals or those intimately related to the secrets of the heart.

One day, without warning, I was blessed with an epiphany of sorts.

As a matter of record, it should be noted, that I studied Buddhism and Yoga for a number of years.

I gleaned much from the teachings of the Great Masters; in particular, Lao Tzu, the father of Taoism.

But, after much soul-searching - and an awakening - the Holy Spirit urged me to return to the Catholic faith.

In a startling, mystical encounter last fall, the Holy Trinity descended upon me late one dark night and blessed my heart.

At this juncture, I was forced to reevaluate my involvement with the esoteric and other-worldly pursuits.

I came to the conclusion that - shuffling cards brimming with symbolic meaning, peering into ominous swirls of tea leaves, and the reading of "limbs" - simply amounted to a lot of tom-foolery in the black arts.

Shortly after that revelation - during a reading of the scriptures one day - there was a moment of illumination.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning, in fact.

The gifts of prophecy, of healing, and the speaking of tongues, are precious gifts from God.

In the scriptures it notes as follows:

1 Co 12:8

For to one is given by the Spirit the word of wisdom; to another the word of knowledge by the same Spirit;

1 Co 12:9

To another faith by the same Spirit; to another the gifts of healing by the same Spirit;

1 Co 12:10

To another the working of miracles; to another prophecy; to another discerning of spirits; to another divers kinds of tongues; to another the interpretation of tongues:

However, the "gifts" must be used wisely.

The gifts of prophecy and healing, for instance, are not to be used for profit, to acquire fame, or to set into motion motives for selfish gain.

Just as surely as the precious gift may be bestowed upon a disciple - by the Divine Grace of the Lord - it just as swiftly may be snatched away from a young prophet because of misuse.

In addition, it should be wisely noted, that the gift must always be attributed to the Lord.

A case in point.

Last fall, the Church of the Good Shepherd sponsored a healing mass.

A firm believer in the "healing arts", I attended with great enthusiasm.

But - I was jolted into reality when the "faith healers" laid their "hands" on the subject - without undertaking proper precautions.

Moreover, it was evident to me by the dramatic "showiness" of the occasion - and the bold assertions by the practioners that the subjects would be "healed" - that I was forced to admit their efforts were entirely misguided.

To give false hope to the sick and needy is a mortal sin!

In essence, the Healing was a "sham".

When placing the "hands" on a subject, there must be a prayer to the Lord requesting that the "healing" be granted.

Notwithstanding - during the "laying-on" of the hands - the "disciple" must concentrate on Christ and the healing power of the Saviour's Love.

When spiritulists allege verbal communications with the dead - it annoys me somewhat - too.

For instance - some celebrated "mediums" step into the spotlight on a myriad of slick, enticing TV Shows - alleging to have had conversations with "spirits" who have passed over to the other side.

In spite of the fact the loved ones departed this realm decades ago!

According to Buddhists, when a sentient being passes away, the soul is reincarnated immediately into another body.

So, in this scenario, it would be impossible for "sensitives" to realistically engage in such an activity.

However, in some instances, it is wholly possible to make contact with a spirit for a brief period shortly after a release from the physical body.

The reason for this is quite simple.

In the scriptures, it states quite emphatically that the spirit hovers between this realm and the next for seven days after death.

Some assert, that during this time frame, the soul is permitted to contemplate its acts, reflect on earthly existence, and prepare for the next plane.

At times the transition may be difficult, though; especially when the individual died in a sudden, tragic, or shocking manner.

A trauma such as this, requires a period of adjustment, before the soul is able to move on.

Until such time, the spirit may be unable to release "ties".

But the Bible is firm on one issue.

In seven days, the soul rises up, to come face to face with God.

To meet the maker?

So, today, I use my gifts quietly.

After all, I'm only dancing on this earth for a short while.

I lend a healing hand to one in need, or offer up advice to a stranger when there is a window of opportunity, to do so.

As much as possible, I endeavor to be an instrument of God; ultimately, allowing his invisible hand to work through me, whenever possible.

Amen!

 
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