1. A Tumor Transformed
One of the most unforgettable healings I've witnessed involved a young man in his twenties who had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Doctors gave him just three months to live. During that time, I worked with him regularly, not only through healing sessions but also by engaging in deep conversations about his life—his struggles with relationships, identity, and the emotional weight he carried.
But perhaps the most important medicine we shared was laughter.
When the pain in his head became unbearable, he'd call me. We'd explore the emotional and spiritual roots of his suffering, and I’d always find a way to get him to laugh. And when he laughed, the pain would ease. It was as if laughter itself was cracking the armor of his illness.
After three months, his father came to me concerned—his son's head pressure was intensifying, and his double vision was getting worse. I used my medical intuitive abilities to “see” within him, and what I found was unexpected. The tumor wasn't growing; it was transforming. What had once been hard and dense was now softening, even liquefying. It had become plump, pushing out of the brain stem and toward the sinuses.
This shift made the tumor operable. He underwent surgery, and the tumor was successfully removed. It was a profound and awe-inspiring healing—one I’ll never forget.
2. A Graceful Departure
Anna was a recently retired attorney who had finally closed the chapter on her long, successful career. After years of serving clients, she'd passed on her remaining cases and was ready to embrace a new phase of life. I had only met her once before, but we shared a powerful connection during that session.
Soon after, she requested another visit—this time at her home. Her doctor had warned me that she didn’t have long to live. The shift in her condition had been sudden.
As I arrived, I felt the presence of countless beings surrounding her home—waiting, watching, supporting. When I entered her room, Anna was lying in bed, her skin pale and her energy faint. She was barely in her body, yet fully aware of my presence. We didn’t need words. Our communication was silent, soul to soul.
I sat beside her and sang gently—soft melodies meant to soothe and guide. I spoke to her with care, encouraging her to let go. Everything had been taken care of. Her partner would be okay. Grief would be gentle. She was free to go.
Before leaving, I spoke with her partner, Chris, and gently explained that Anna was ready. Within hours, I received word: she had passed peacefully. It was one of the most moving experiences of my life—a sacred passing I was honored to witness.
3. The Knee Pop
On a lighter note, my friend Carla came over one day complaining about knee pain—something she’d been working on healing for years with good progress, though it flared up from time to time. That day, it was particularly sore.
She lay down on the couch, chatting away, and as she spoke, I absentmindedly cradled her leg—one hand on her thigh, the other on her shin—rocking it gently. Just as she finished her story, we heard a loud crack. Her tibia, which had been slightly out of alignment, had slipped right back into place. Simple. Natural. Unexpectedly effective.
4. Seeing Through the Shell
And finally, for a bit of humor—my friend Jill, a brilliant and meticulous chef, was boiling eggs one afternoon. In her rush, she forgot to set the timer. She stood over the pot, fretting. “I can’t mess these up!” she said. Precision is her art.
I walked over and casually stared into the pot. Without thinking, I said, “Most of these are done. These two aren’t quite ready yet.” Jill stared at me, stunned.
“You just looked inside the eggs?”
Honestly, I was surprised too—but I was right. We laughed until we cried. And yes, the eggs came out perfect.