My Friend...Lover...Teacher

Over the years, teachers and lessons have come to me in many forms and fashions. Francis has been one of the most powerful teachers I’ve ever had. Last fall I asked for a new energy teacher and a few months later, I was sent Francis. And I’ve learned lessons from writing on the bathroom wall – see my blog for that story. It’s always amazing (but never surprising!) where my next teacher or lesson will spring from.

Several years ago, I guess God thought I was spiritually stagnant and had ventured too far off my path while working in the corporate world, and He decided that my personal and spiritual growth process needed to be accelerated. So I was sent a teacher… the hardest teacher I’ve had, to date. He was sometimes a lover, sometimes a friend, always a teacher. And over the years of our acquaintance, I learned a lifetime of lessons…. Hard lessons… sometimes gut wrenching, broken-heart-to-the-core lessons. And, always, the key for me was to learn the lesson, to (as the Doors sing it) ‘break on through to the other side’ and to know that the bigger the challenge and often times the hurt, the bigger and more amazing the lesson was.

My lover/friend/teacher was a champion for the underdog - he was the one who helped anyone in need that crossed his path. He was a constant demonstration of living a life of service. As a mutual friend put it recently, ‘he helped the ones that everyone else had given up on.’ And through this, he taught me that generosity isn’t really about tithing 10% to your church, or donating to a charity. It’s about having $20 in your pocket and giving half to a stranger that’s stuck on the side of the road out of gas. Even when it’s your last $20.

The hardest lessons for me over the years were the in-my-face-I’m-a-basket-case lessons, the ones where, upon honest self-examination, I was shown that I had a lot to learn about my intellectual and emotional balance. It’s not about the situation, or other person, being right or wrong – it’s how I respond to it. As Wayne Dyer says, our best teachers are those that push our hot buttons for it shows us we have not yet mastered ourselves. Well, I learned repeatedly that I had not yet mastered myself on many levels. And now, many years and many lessons later, I’m a different person in many ways. Thanks to my friend/teacher/lover.

I knew from the day I met him that he was someone that normally I would not have considered getting involved with, and I didn’t know why I was. There was a spark of magic, a spark of power that I saw buried deep inside, and from the first day, I was on a mission to help that light come to the surface. Little did I realize at the time, that was God’s hook for me to stay involved, that for me it was really about my healing and bringing the healer in me back out into the open. And it was my first lesson from my teacher/friend/lover… on judgments. And on seeing value in everyone, even those that live in vastly different worlds, have a vastly different set of values, and a vastly different philosophy for living life.

I learned huge lessons on forgiveness, almost instantaneous forgiveness. I had already learned that not forgiving someone only hurt me, but then I got a chance to practice it… and practice it, and practice it… until each time, in acceptance of my lover/friend/teacher as he was, there was nothing to forgive. And this can always be applied to hurtful situations. Not always easily, but it can always be applied.

I learned huge lessons on non-attachment. Another Wayne Dyer quote served me so well…”I leave you free to be yourself, to think your thoughts, indulge your tastes, follow your inclinations, behave in ways you decide are to your liking.” Relationships are not about ‘needing’ that person. It might be about wanting that person, but not ‘needing’ that person, or ‘needing’ them to be certain way.

My teacher/lover/friend and I circled through each other’s lives on a semi-regular basis. Usually he would call me when, during his service to the ‘underdog’, he’d get bitten and come to me to lick his wounds for a while. During his darker times, I would teach him about meditation, about prayer, about breathwork and energy work, and it got to where he even sought these things out on his own. My goal was to plant some seeds and see how they grew.

For a long time, at the end of each cycle, I was usually hurt, sometimes shattered, but I always learned a new lesson, and was able to ‘break on through to the other side’. And the better I learned the lessons, the bigger the lesson the next time might be. It was a rough ride sometimes. And after I learned each lesson, I always asked God, ‘ok, I learned the lesson, can I let it go now.’ And for years I always knew that the answer was no, and that eventually we would circle back through each other’s life again for yet another lesson to be learned. Until a year ago.

We had cycled through another round and just kind of drifted apart, and at the end of it once again I told God that I thought I had learned my lesson and asked if I could let it go. And this time the answer was yes. I was given a thought, one single thought, that shifted my entire perspective on the relationship and allowed me to let it go, to move on knowing that it had completed its course. After that I no longer thought about him, no longer felt like calling him, seeing him, hanging out with him. I cared about him, but knew I was done. The only remaining connection was that I would send him distance-healing energy, light and love each weekend when I drove to and from Houston.

Three weeks ago my phone rang at 4am. It was my teacher/lover/friend’s best friend calling me in tears saying ‘He’s gone. Our boy is dead.’ And in that moment, I regretted that I hadn’t stayed in touch. And I thought that maybe I hadn’t learned my lessons as well as I’d thought or I wouldn’t have needed to maintain that distance. I’ll miss my sometimes-lover, but mostly I’ll miss my friend and teacher. And I will always give thanks for getting back on my path of spiritual growth that our friendship led me to.

Francis the Healer - Healing Stories

I wrote the last newsletter about a year ago, just got too inundated at work to receive clarity on topics... of course, that's a whole topic in itself - how to balance spiritual pursuits and make a living... but for now, I'm adding the healing stories that were included in the newsletters. Other stories have already been entered on this blogsite.

Wee Jakes Story...

This is not only Jake’s story, or as Francis the Healer calls him, ‘wee Jake’ but it’s also Sheri’s story, the story of a mother desperate to see her baby well again, to see her baby smile the way he did before getting his six month vaccination. That was just over a year ago.

Sheri didn’t want Jake to be vaccinated but she said doctors ‘belittled them’ into agreeing to have it done. That pressure and that decision changed their lives. The very next day after being vaccinated, Jake was a different baby.

Jake had the vaccination on a Friday afternoon and the next day Sheri describes him as having been kind of ‘out of it’. Four days later, he started having seizures. They took him to the hospital and five days later he was diagnosed with infantile spasms. To stop the spasms, the doctor recommended a twice a day shot of the heavy duty steroid, ACTH, which has been used since the 1950’s to treat infantile spasms although this use has not been submitted to the US Food and Drug Administration for approval.

According to the article I read researching this, it is not understood why or how ACTH works to control infantile spasms. The long list of possible side affects includes irritability, increased craving for food and weight gain, high blood pressure, heart failure, calcifications of kidney and pancreas, increased risk of infections, increased blood glucose. After eight weeks of ACTH treatment, there was no change in the seizure activity.

The seizures have always occurred during the time that Jake needs to burp or have a bowel movement following a meal. Three different neurologists told Sheri and her husband John this was not possible, that there was no correlation between the two. But they knew better. Being with their baby 24/7 they knew there was a connection, and that the seizures were not random.

Next the doctors recommended they see a gastroenterologist, who prescribed medication and a formula protocol. They tried this for another eight weeks and Jake did horribly. At that point, the doctors told Sheri they couldn’t help her, that they had never seen a case like this. Sheri and John had Jake’s blood tested, had an EEG and MRI performed and all tests came back normal.

And none of the doctors acknowledged that it was related to the vaccination.

All of these processes and attempt to cure Jake took six months, while Jake steadily declined. He had no neck control, had lost back control, he no longer got on ‘all fours’, could no longer sit on his own, he didn’t use his arms and hands. At that point, Sheri said she was desperate to see Jake progress and that just wasn’t happening.

She started exploring the alternative route, leaving no stone unturned. She tried Qigong, four different chiropractors that were gifts in their own qualities, nutritional supplementation and diet, all of which helped and Jake finally started making very slow progress. But at his age he should’ve been crawling and walking and talking, and instead was getting further and further behind in his development.

Then a friend from church told Sheri about hearing Francis on Karen and Chuck Robison’s radio show, ‘What If It Really Works?” She went online and listened to the archived broadcast and the next day she came to Austin to see Francis.

Working with Francis has been a slow process because the first course of action was to clear him of the shots and vaccinations and drugs. The great news is that Jake is making progress. Before the vaccination, Jake was a happy baby, never having to be coaxed into smiles, and developing the way babies do at that age. After the vaccination, it got to the point that for a couple of months, Sheri and John never saw their son smile. And by the time he was brought to Francis, he did little more than lay there. Recently they’ve had days where he has smiled all day, days where he plays and laughs and is happy.

While he’s not yet crawling, he’s holding his head up again and can sit and stand for a period of minutes, and the fact that he wants to do it reflects huge changes. The biggest difference is the improvement in his internal bodily functions, the differences that can’t be seen but are the most important. Francis has the greatest impact and, as Sheri says, she knows Jake will thrive again very soon.

“The shot just brought us all to our knees. I don’t know how to describe what it’s like, the journey that we’ve been on the past year. I don’t think you can put it in words.” And Sheri also says that for her, if she herself hadn’t gone down the path that she’s been down, she might’ve thought she was a weirdo too. “I’ve been very much opened up to alternative healing through this process.”

While she says that she’s not on the level of Francis, in times of need when she lays her hands on Jake, it helps him. And she agrees that a lot of people don’t understand it, but all through the bible there are references to the laying on of hands for healing. “I want all the glory to go to God – that’s who I believe is doing the healing, and Francis is so blessed in doing this work for God. He is the most tender loving man I’ve ever met.”

And to those who criticize the path she’s taken in getting her son well, Sheri’s response is ‘don’t judge until you’ve done the journey.’

For more information on Francis, check out his web site www.francisthehealer.com. You can also listen to past broadcasts of his monthly radio interviews with Karen and Chuck Robison at www.whatifitreallyworks.com.

Francis and autism…

Last month I started highlighting stories of healing by Francis. The stories are amazing and, yes, they will seem weird and unreal to those unfamiliar with the work. But like I always say, I’m no longer surprised (by what I learn and experience) but I will always be amazed.

This is a story of an autistic child and the profound affects of distance energy healing. Karen and Chuck Robison host a radio show each Thursday called ‘What If It Really Works?’ Francis is their guest interview on the 4th Thursday of each month.

Last Thursday, Karen told the story of her friend who came to Austin and had an appointment with Francis. This woman’s grandchild who is three had never spoken a word, and had been diagnosed by military physicians as being autistic. She asked Francis if he could help her grandchild. He told her to bring him a picture to do distance healing on the child, which she did. The next day the woman got an email from her son in Hawaii and this is what it said, “Dan just called. He had ****, just 3, sing some songs she's learning in school. She sang all the days of the week, all the months of the year, all the different types of weather aand then said today is sunny. Then she counted to 100 by tens!! I am flabbergasted! Please thank Francis and you both and your class. Bushels of Blessings!!" As Karen said, she instantly came alive, like lifting the veil and seeing the radiance of who she really is."

According to Francis, every single child he’s ever done healing on for autism no longer has it. The younger they are, the easier it is to heal but it takes time.

Statistics show that until recently 1 in 500 children were diagnosed with autism. Now that statistic has increased to 1 in 150, and 1 in 94 for boys. Many people think there’s a direct link between vaccinations and autism. According to the CDC, the vast majority of science does not support an association between thimerosal and autism but further studies are being conducted.

My Healing Story…

When my teacher/lover/friend died, in the overwhelming and overpowering grief that ensued, I was presented with another lesson. Can I walk my talk about death and my belief that death is really rebirth? For a while I couldn’t. I just wasn’t ready for him not to be on earth. I cried for days, unable to stop. And regretted that year of not staying in touch with him. I was already reeling from the recent death of another friend, Analea, and filled with regrets over time not spent together.

In my last healing session before Christmas, I talked to Francis about the death of my friend and how my belief system around death was being challenged. Not the belief system itself, but rather walking the path of that belief. And as he zapped me with his healing energy, we talked about the challenges and tests of our belief systems.

A couple of days later, as I was working, I realized that I hadn’t cried in a while over my friend, that the grief had changed, had shifted. I thought about when I had cried about it last, and I traced it back to my session with Francis. It was almost disconcerting how one moment the intense grief was there, the next moment it was gone. And the grief had been replaced with a renewed strength in my belief system. I know so many Francis stories on both instant and long term physical healing. And I know the mental, emotional and spiritual shifts I have experienced during the many months that I’ve been going to him, but this is probably the most profound, most concrete healing that I have experienced after a session with Francis. Even though I know what a powerful healer he is, it still blew me away. As for my friend/lover/teacher, he’ll make an awesome angel.

In December, instead of a first Friday lecture, Francis conducted an Evening of Blessings. Because of the great response he received from those who attended, he is having another Evening of Blessings for his January first Friday lecture. The energy in the Unity church sanctuary was really amazing that night, and increased as the night went on. I highly recommend it. Check his website for more information – www.francisthehealer.com