Just Do It

The nation was recently glued to the television, yet again, while a story of life-and-death unfolded for all to see. How I came to be glued to the television, and what happened then is another story I'll remember forever.

I was lying in bed Monday night 02 January, 2006, reading with my wife, when a spirit approached. I was surprised and happy to talk to Dick (yes, that was his real name), a friend and accomplished medical doctor in this life. He passed unexpectedly over a year ago, and we have communicated only a few times since then. I struggled to get clear messages those times. I really like Dick, though, and was eager to communicate with him again.

“Turn on CNN,” Dick sent. I did.

A small town in West Virginia, Tallmansville, was the setting of Wolf Blitzer’s live coverage. Much of the country watched while efforts were made to rescue 13 men trapped after explosions clogged their only egress, as well as made the mine’s ventilation system inoperable.

Dick wanted me to do something for these miners and their families. “What should I do?” I thought. No answer.

I waited. “He’s gone,” I finally said. He touched me. He wasn’t gone at all. I just interpreted his silence as absence. “Wait. He’s not gone.” We were simply having a little trouble “synching up.”

“Talk to me,” Dick sent. It seems that I needed to actually physically intone questions and answers in order to communicate more effectively with Dick. This is different from other spirits with which I’ve communicated. Now the game of astral 20 Questions began. But the line of communication was much stronger.

Wolf was talking to the governor of West Virginia. Prayer was mentioned more than a few times. “What should I do, Dick?” No answer. I felt like I was on Jeopardy, for heaven’s sake… Yes or no questions. “Should I pray for these people?” Strong yes. (When I say “yes” or “strong yes” this is my interpretation of the “spirit shivers” I get when I’m touched from the astral. A “strong yes” is a strong or protracted series of “shivers”—the strength of the sensation determines therefore the strength of my positive or negative interpretation). “Will that really help?” Strong yes. Even though I knew it would, I felt the need to ask.

I said a cursory prayer and rolled over. Dick touched me. "Just do it," he sent.

Jennifer and I prayed. After our prayers, I felt like my communication with Dick had been ended for the night, so we went to sleep, confident in the knowledge that what we did helped in some way.

Tuesday was a normal day. I worked from home for the morning, as did Jennifer. She had appointments later in the day, and left the house around 1030. Dick came to me shortly thereafter. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised and more than a bit anxious to see if our session the evening before would be continued.

Remembering our method of communication forged the night before, I began by voicing yes/no questions. “Do you want me to help these people again?” Strong yes. “Should I do a remote healing for them?” Strong yes. Oh, boy. “Will this be effective? Can I really heap them?” Very strong yes. “Are they still alive?” Strong yes. I was thrown for a bit of a loop here. “Are you sure I can help them?” Reports indicated that carbon monoxide levels within the mine were incapable of sustaining life, thereby dashing much of the hope in a happy resolution—I was already thinking the miners were dead. I was a little skeptical of Dick’s information. Strong yes. “Really?” My head was really in the way! Strong yes. Dick is a patient man in the astral, as he was in life.

“Do I do a normal healing?” Slight yes. “Will I know what to do?” Yes. “Will I really help them?” Strong yes.

OK, then.

I was feeling apprehensive that I wouldn't "know what to do" with such a famous case (yes, it sounds goofy when I read it, but that's what I was thinking at the time!), and that I would screw it up.

"Just do it!" Dick sent. Again.

On the CNN web site I found a partial list (only 9 of the 13) of the miners’ names. I printed this and grabbed a wonderful smooth rock from Lake Superior as an energetic stand-in. I prepared to do a remote healing.

What I did in the next 90 minutes I still find hard to explain. I used a “technique” I’ve never used before. I waved my arms. I said uncharacteristic things. I made weird sounds. I clapped. I stomped my feet. I took deep, gasping breaths. Whatever I did, it was powerful and, well…real.

As I went through the names on the list, I saw these miners, these fathers and sons and husbands and brothers. Respirators, hard hats, heavy coats, filthy dirty, extracting and attempting to clean grainy respiration filters. They were slumped at the furthest reaches of the mine behind a protective barrier of some sort. They were almost gone. As I worked on their energy bodies they woke up, one by one. They opened their eyes. They breathed for a few precious minutes.

I was just doing it, but I was also questioning my efforts. Why was I doing this? Because you're a healer. But, if I wasn't sure to save lives, why was I doing it at all? I simply didn't understand. Then it came to me:

I think was doing this so the miners could write last letters to their families.

Now, days later, we know that only one miner survived the crisis. Randy McCloy, Jr. is in critical condition as of the writing of these words. He was the youngest of the 13, and the one who I identified during my healing sessions as “a strong one.” I heard today that these men also wrote letters to their families.

I really have no way of knowing, apart from an inner knowledge, whether I affected positive change in that mine. I also know that there were hundreds, thousands, perhaps millions of people sending these men healing energy at the same time I was. I know I helped, but I have no way of proving it in a scientific way, just as you have no way of really and concretely proving if these words are true. You might just intrinsically know, as I do, that this is what happened. Maybe you don't.

What I want to do is bring attention to the reality of physically manifest, transpersonal communication and healing. I know that, in time, the proof will need to be brought forth in order for mass adoption of the practice. And it is, even now. The National Institutes of Health Center of Complementary and Alternative Medicine lists 100,000+ citations from conventional research databases on the phrase ‘alternative medicine.’ There are past and ongoing studies proving the effectiveness of transpersonal communication and healing. It seems as though the fact that this stuff is real and effective is gaining momentum in the mainstream.

So what should you do?

Keep praying. Meditate. If you feel moved to send healing energy to someone or a group of people, do it. Don’t worry about methods. Don’t worry about certifications. Just sit down, center your thoughts, and send it however you’re moved to do it.

But just do it. You could be helping people in ways you've never imagined.