I am returning to post the blogs I wrote describing our trip to Brazil. Since they are already written and some of you have expressed an interest in hearing the rest of the story about our trip to see John of God, I have decided to share them with any who want to read them. I’m sure that it is understood why I have been diverted for these past two and a half months but I am beginning to find some balance in my life even though I miss his physical presence unbearably sometimes; his spirit is with me always. These four blogs that I will be posting in the near future were written while we were in Brazil or shortly after we returned home in July.
To read about the first part of our journey, read the earlier blogs titled: The Great Adventure–7/7/2013, A New World Opens–7/15/2013, Preparation For Healing–7/27/2013, and First Casa Day–8/4/2013.
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THURSDAY
Bill is still resting but he gets up to shower and have breakfast and then it’s back to bed for him. I head off to the Casa for my surgery/spiritual intervention; I don’t have to be early today because I know that this line will be first after the folks go in for Currant. We are led through the Currant rooms to the final room and asked to sit and close our eyes; I am clutching my crystal wrapped in my written requests to the Entities. After about forty-five minutes, Medium Joáo enters the room and speaks to us in Portuguese for a short time; I recognize his voice from the day before. We sit for a while longer and listen to various prayers then we are asked to open our eyes and exit from the room. Kelsie is waiting outside for me but most of the participants are directed into the garden for directions from Sebastian, a volunteer of the Casa, he is short and rotund with a high, sing-song voice, he is dressed perfectly in white as are all of the volunteers. I ask Kelsie if I am missing anything and she says, “No, they don’t have guides to answer their questions about protocol after surgery.” We walk the short distance to the taxi line and I am back to our pousada within minutes. I immediately lie down for a long sleep, I am surprised that I can sleep so long after the good nights’ sleep I just had. Kelsie comes by with the blessed soup for both of us and then brings us our lunch. Bill still has until 3:00 pm to complete his twenty-four hours of rest and I’m just starting mine, which will last until 9:00 am Friday morning. I sleep and rest for the remainder of the day. Kelsie brings me dinner and Bill has dinner with her in the dining area then returns to his room for the night. It would be wrong to not say that Bill and I do have some short talks with each other but basically we are alone in our own spaces.
During my night it is strange to not do anything like read, use the computer, or write. I just sleep or pretend to sleep. Nothing strange happens in the night but then that kind of thing never seems to happen to me. I’d almost feel like making something up to make me seem more exciting and deep but I just sleep and dream, watch the moon and remember songs in my head. The next morning Bill brings me breakfast.
At 9:00 am Friday I’m ready to do some shopping or something. Kelsie and I decide to walk up “Rodeo Drive” to the highway where there is a drugstore. We have our umbrellas and hats to protect us from the sun. The numerous shops selling crystals, white clothes and jewelry are fun to poke through. About a quarter mile up the road bends slightly and this is where the tourist ambiance begins to fade. Looking
Shopping in Abadiania
down the side streets there are chickens and roosters running around free. There’s a skinny old white horse tied to a post with a cart nearby that I later see him pulling. There is more trash, although I see some trash containers, mostly the trash is on the ground around them probably pulled out by the numerous stray dogs running all over the streets. And there are the young men on the corner, acting like the roosters strutting around just like on corners all over the world. No matter what, you know they are making their observations of anyone who walks by. Read More
Goodbye to my Barbarian. I am so glad that you do not have to feel the pain anymore. Bill left this earth on Friday, August 9, 2013 at 11:40 am, almost exactly one month after our return from Brazil. We did not get the miracle we demanded of a complete and total cure from the cancer he so valiantly fought since March 2012 but I believe he was healed on a deep spiritual level by our journey to Abadiania to be with John of God for two weeks. I will always remember him for his relentless pursuit of Recovery and the Spiritual Principles. I will hear his voice forever reminding me and himself to “Be the Gift”. His enthusiasm and joy of living will fuel the rest of my life to continue to carry the message that there is a way out of the spiritual disease of
fear no matter how it manifests in your life. You are my husband, friend, lover and sponsor. You are my love and soul mate now and forever. Thank you digging deep with me in the incredible experience of our relationship. I will honor your commitment until we meet again on our “Rainbow Bridge” one day.
Colorado Serenity
Recovery is the only solution to fear. It does not matter what the fear is; it is a lie that controls my life. The discovery of this simple truth has been an arduous process. Like all good lies it can’t stand the light of day. Whatever crisis brings me to an awakening, I must now pay attention. Simple but not easy; a price has to be paid. It means the exposure of my fear.