Prayers Answered

Prayers Answered

I adore my sweet 98-year-old mother but her needs are increasing. We were up twice this week in the middle of the night because she was having trouble breathing and last night she dealt with severe mystery pains.

As a caregiver, I often feel like I have one hand paused to dial 911 while the other explores a growing arsenal of medicine, herbs, essential oils, creams, hands-on-healing, dialogues with healing angels, positive affirmation, heating pads, humidifiers, pillows and anything I can think of to comfort her. The top of her dresser looks like an apothecary store.

It does help having a CNA five hours a day. Unfortunately, the insurance policy responsible for that assistance runs out in two months. Then I will be on my own. At this point, the only way I can afford continued help is if I generate a few thousand dollars more a month, but how can I make that kind of money and still take care of her?

In a bizarre twist of fate, two years ago both mom and I were injured in isolated events. She fell and broke her nose; I fell and shattered my elbow. For months she had difficulty breathing and sleeping. I underwent four operations, was hospitalized for an infection, and had daily nursing care with both of my arms hooked up to machines.

Caring relatives and friends all rallied, but even in my condition I was the main caregiver, just as I am now. Those first few months I often cried myself to sleep. I felt like I was living in the Twilight Zone, that 1950’s drama where science fiction mixes with reality.

That’s when we activated the long-term care policy my mother had been paying for years and when we began getting help on a daily basis. Such a relief knowing mom was in the care of someone kind and attentive.

For years I’ve worked from home consulting for authors. I took a break after my injury, but once I was able to type again I resumed working for two truly exceptional individuals: Norma Locker and Bob Danzig. The radiant Dr. Locker, who was still driving and beautifully coifed in her nineties, passed away a year ago. I miss her. Recently, Bob, a golden-hearted jewel of a man I’ve worked with for the past six years, departed. One day he was sitting by my side telling inspiring life stories. The next, he was a gentle voice on the phone reassuring me he was at peace with his decision to stop all treatments and go into Hospice. I miss him too, everyday.

It was an honor working with both Norma and Bob, and it’s an honor caring for my mother. But trying to fit my own life in between the needs of others has not been easy. I’ve given the matter a lot of thought, and although I do need the funds to hire a caregiver for mom I’ve decided not to take on any more clients.

I need something less demanding, and I need the energy to follow through on whatever that something is.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and ask for help. “Please, guide me towards increased energy and increased income.”

A day passes. I sit down at my desk and open Facebook. What’s this? There is a bright light on the screen next to a comment from my friend Ilene.

Things like this have happened before. I see, or hear, or sense, or feel something that calls to me. As if my soul is beckoning me to follow.

I call Ilene. “I saw a bright light around your comment on Facebook. Thought I’d ask you about it.”

“I haven’t slept this well in years,” she says, “I am using a homeopathic HGH Gel that has improved my sleep and my energy. I’ve never found one product which has impacted my overall well being this way. I became a distributor to share these benefits with others, and it has increased my income and pays for my product.”

Did she just say her energy and her income have improved? Is this an answer to my prayers?

I look at the website Ilene directs me to. It gives me the option of becoming a customer or a distributor. I decide to take a leap of faith and sign up as a distributor and purchase my first bottle.

The product arrives about a week later. They say not to expect results for 1-3 months, but after the first application my desire for chocolate turns into a desire for vegetables (can’t make that up). Seven days pass. I literally feel like someone hit the reset button on my 67 yr. old physiology. My thinking is clearer; my food choices have realigned; and I’ve lost five pounds.

I sense there is some magic a brew.

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Psychic Whispers

Psychic Whispers

It’s peaceful working alone in my home office. To my left, there is a wall of windows facing a small lake. A cheerful mix of duck squawks and birdsong filter in through an open window.

One day I hear the words, “Contact the teacher.”

That instant, I have a mental image of a writing class I sat in on 20 years ago in Marina Del Rey, California. It was the only writing class I’ve come close to taking.

I remember the teacher. Attractive, insightful, maybe 10 years older than I was. A friend invited me to attend, and I went several times.

The students all wrote at home. In class, everyone sat back and relaxed while each person read his or her story aloud. Afterwards, the other students and the teacher commented. The most memorable part was that the stories were written from real life experiences in first person, present tense. I felt like each writer was speaking into a microphone, narrating his or her life as it happened. It was personal. Intimate. Engaging.

I don’t recall the teacher’s name, but I do know the name of a book he wrote: Writing from Within. I’ll Google it. His name is Bernard Selling. Looks like he’s written quite a few books over the years. I’ll email him.

Dear Bernard, I sat in on several of your writing classes many years ago. I am an author myself now and am writing to thank you. Your classes touched me. I offer consulting for writers and have recommended Writing From Within to others over the years. Blessings, Kira

Hi Kira, Always happy to have had a positive impact. Good to hear that you are now a writer yourself. By the way, I’ve written three new books (two books, one workbook) updates of WFW with quite a bit of new material. For an experienced writer like you, I suggest Writing from Deeper Within. Thanks for the hello. Bernard”

I call my friend Jacquelina; she’s like a sister to me. “Hi, what’s up?” she asks.

“I was working alone when I distinctly heard the words, ‘Contact the teacher.’”

“You mean like Kevin Costner in Field of Dreams? ‘If you build it they will come.’”

“Something like that. There wasn’t any sound, but I heard the words distinctly.”

“Do you know who the teacher is?”

“Bernard Selling, a writing teacher I met in Marina Del Ray over two decades ago when I was living in Venice.”

“I have been wanting to focus more on my writing, she says.”

A day passes. I am sitting at my computer working when I hear, “You’ve got to teach what he teaches!” This time the words are emphatic. Still silent. An inner voice, like someone is in my head.

Think I will email Bernard again.

Dear Bernard, Have you ever trained others to teach your technique? My friend Jacquelina and I are both interested. We love to write, and we like the emotional component of creating a safe and nurturing way for people to open up. Your approach weaves those elements together! Kira

Hi Kira, Thank you for your interest in teaching my writing method. Yes, I would be happy to mentor you and your friend through the process. Just let me know when you are ready to begin. Bernard

A month passes. In the last few weeks, a number of my friends expressed a desire to get serious about their writing. With little effort, I organize a writing class with Bernard and women in three different time zones. We plan to meet every other Sunday by phone. My initial thought is to set it up so we can video chat, but no one wants to be on camera. I set up a conference call instead.

Fast-forward four years. The writing class continues to meet every other week. Some students drop out; others take their place. Jacquelina and I stay with it.

If I use one word to describe our experience, it would be transformational. That juicy word encompasses so much. There is Bernard Selling’s simple yet profound technique that anyone can learn. There is his insistence that giving feedback is about communicating our sensory experience (Do we see the characters, feel their feelings, hear their thoughts?) and not about criticizing. There is the self-reflective nature of this writing approach, which enlivens the potential for writers to heal the past and become more present. There is Bernard’s honest feedback and consistent encouragement to let go of old writing habits and write authentically from the heart. And, there is the strong sense of community within this evolving group of exceptional women, which gives each of us permission to open wider.

I feel privileged to manage this class. Whenever we have a new student, I introduce them to Writing from Within. That part is fun. It’s like planting a seed, watering it and watching it grow.

I’ll take a break and check my email. Oh, here is an email from Bernard.

Hi Kira and Jacquelina! You have each expressed an interest in teaching my WFW method of writing. I believe you would do well at it. The significant thing from my point of view is that, through your efforts, my work has a chance to live on. That is very important to me. You could teach and eventually train others to teach. Bernard

It sounds like Bernard is offering to pass the torch to us. I feel humbled by the idea of teaching Writing from Within with his guidance. We can teach individually or we can teach together; we can give classes or workshops or webinars; we can teach in the states or overseas; we can train other teachers. So many possibilities!

The phone rings. I know it’s Jacquelina before I pick up.

“Did you get the email from Bernard?” I ask.

“That is why I am calling,” she says.

I hear the smile in her voice and smile back.

© 2016 Kira Rosner

*This story first appeared in Fresh Start Moments: True Stories to Ignite Passion & Purpose Compiled & Written by by Bob Danzig

Gazing

Gazing

There is a powerful Croation healer named Braco who radiates pure love by gazing on a crowd. I have seen grown men cry in his precense.

Braco does not speak. He has touched millions of people around the world with his silent gaze. Many experience healings, both physical and mental. I went to a gazing session in Miami with a close friend and afterwards he had a renewed idea to solve a problem that had eluded him before.

Periodically, Braco offers free gazing sessions online. For details: go to: http://www.braco-europe.tv

All you do is look into his eyes and surrender to your highest good. For me, it’s a soothing blast of divine love. A reminder of who we are.

Understanding Death

Understanding Death

When Souls Take Flight: Coping with Grief was born of a series of revelations that began when my father’s health declined. I’d had little exposure to death before then.

My desire to soothe dad was so power-packed it opened a channel to what lies beyond, allowing me to explain what would happen when he died. And the more I talked, the more I knew.

When my father passed and I had the privilege of seeing his soul leave his body, it affirmed what I already knew to be true: Death is not the absence of life; it is merely the absence of the physical form.

Does that mean we can communicate with those who have passed? Yes, we can. Our souls can communicate with the souls of those who have passed heart to heart.

I welcome you to share your own experiences about death at: https://www.facebook.com/copingwithdeath & http://twitter.com/copingwithdeath

May you find the peace you deserve.