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Source Speaks in the Strangest Places

"Your body is a magnificent self-healing, self-repairing system and an organic wonder that you have yet to truly appreciate." (Barbara Marciniak, Path of Empowerment.)

Many years ago after my lumpectomy for breast cancer, I was challenged with a decision: The Doctor Gods of Oncology spoke in deep and thunderous voices about how I MUST - or else! - follow my surgery with six weeks worth of daily doses of 4200 rads of preventative radiation then, after this hell was over, a few years of Tamoxifen. Here I was, stumbling alone in the wilderness being driven batty by my abject terror and my ignorance, all compounded by my fears about upsetting the powerful and persuasive Doctor Daddys.

I agonized and dithered as only a person can do with a cancer diagnosis, about what to do, what to do. At that point, I didn't have a cuticle left to chew to a bloody mess and was starting on my first knuckle, so luckily, the decision was made for me - and in a most unusual way: Shortly after the lumpectomy and while I was still in a state of excruciating indecision, I was visiting with friends in San Franciso who decided to help me take my mind off myself for a moment; an epic task indeed.

They took me to a gay disco bar.

Not only was it a fascinating sociological outing for me, but I was healed - right there at the gay disco bar - as Source paid me a powerful visit in the midst of handsome well-groomed and topless male bodies gyrating to Donna Summers cranked up to an unspeakable volume.

Here's what happened: I was sitting quietly by myself away from the dance floor, feeling the deep bass chords reverberating all through my body. You will recall that disco music was rather atonal, non-melodic, but with an urgent and compelling bass rhythm. And furthermore, the songs at the disco bars went on and on and on for a half hour at a time without stopping. There were also huge lights hanging from the ceiling like big sparkly Christmas ornaments, electronically timed to pulsate and rotate to the rhythm of the music.

Normally I would resist and fight these over-the-top sensory intrusions, but for some reason, this time I didn't and as soon as I relaxed and gave myself to the situation,

I suddenly felt light enter my body. And sound.

The light started pulsating through my body along with the stirring and turbulent sounds and hypnotic rhythms of the disco music and I knew that I was in the presence of something special. I felt blessed and was somehow present enough to sit there quietly and receive this blessing.

After a few minutes, I began to sense the music and light going deeper and deeper until I could feel it in my cells. I then experienced a "Knowing" that I was to direct the light and music pulsations to the cells of my right breast. I did that and felt something scour and clean the breast. By this time, I was unaware of anything going on in the bar, but I was hyperaware of the light and sound in my body, moving everywhere, up and down and in circles, into my organs, my breasts and my brain.

This "cleansing" lasted maybe 10 minutes.

I know that on some level I was in a hypnotic state, but I also know that in those few minutes of music and light, Source healed me. And, by the way, allowed me to say a comfortable no to the doctors about further treatment for my breast cancer.

Why am I telling you this sort-of embarrassing story of being in a gay bar in San Francisco in 1983? What's the point of this story? The point is that healing doesn't just happen watching a beautiful sunset or in our lover's arms or in the woods or in church or in a healing support group or in, godforbid, chemotherapy treatment.

The point is that healing can happen anywhere, anytime, in any situation, no matter how weird or "wrong" it might appear to be.

If we can just remind ourselves daily that one of Source's favorite places to visit us is through coincidence and synchronicity, then we will be blessedly aware of, open to and thankful for the seemingly random things that appear in that chaotic external world that we seem to be peering out at everyday. For example, here are some seemingly random events: Finding a blue jay feather sticking up like a colorful beacon from the dark brown moss of a forest floor, seeing a red-tailed hawk swoop close to your windshield, dreaming about finding a big diamond in a lost purse, catching a stranger's eye and having a nice moment, having someone you least expect express appreciation, being the recipient of a kind act in an otherwise not so great day, an unexpected smile, finding a quarter on the street.

What are these random events trying to tell me?

Or, the art of noticing can be as simple as this: When you stumbled on the sidewalk yesterday, what were you thinking about? Something was trying to get your attention. Thought-stumble, thought-stumble: What is the connection here? Or, what was that fight about with your lover/husband/wife/child/parent? Or, why did you happen to get that flu/cold/bout of colitis/threw your knee out/one thing after another in the health arena?

Remembering that NOTHING is random in this life, consider every discomfort, conflict and health issue your personal teacher and ask "What lesson is contained here for me?"

There is no such thing as an accident and nothing in your world is insignificant. Our mission, should we choose to accept it, Jim, is to find the meaning in what appears to be the random quotidian stuff, but is actually Source giving us a heads up.

If we can just remain open to the fact that Source can visit us anytime and anywhere, then our lives will be much healthier, deeper and richer. Probably more interesting, too.

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