GOOD NEWS! My team has been successful in postponing the rate increase for my Distance Healings until September 21, giving you extra time to secure the current lower rates. 

Caution: What follows in this newsletter is a deeply personal story about a challenging yet profoundly transformational time in my life. To echo this theme, here is an inspiring example of a woman healing herself that feels nothing short of miraculous. I certainly cannot take credit for her turnaround, but it is a beautiful testament to what is possible:

Dear Suzanne, I wanted to share that my wife, Lucy, and I visited her oncologist yesterday. Lucy received a clean bill of health. No cancer. 100% free. I want to thank you for the love and support you’ve sent us over the years. I have always appreciated your influence.

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By 1981, my hot pink suitcase had served as home base during my service and training in the US, Canada, Switzerland, France, Italy, England, Thailand and India. After 10 years of traveling wherever needed, I was looking forward to being settled in one place. I got far more than I expected.

The past five months of daily travel in India had been exhausting, and I was glad to be back in the US. Since 1971, I had volunteered for a nonprofit meditation organization on international, national and local levels. I was completely focused on uplifting the world, with no concerns about my own future. I gladly worked without compensation and even paid for my own room and board until my savings were gone. 

It felt luxurious when I started receiving a monthly stipend of $75 plus room and board in 1981. I was happily living with a team of nine women in a beautiful meditation center in Providence, Rhode Island. The ornate white three-story mansion reminded me of a wedding cake. Inside were gorgeous stained-glass windows, intricate tile work and hand-carved mantles. When we drew straws for our rooms, I got the largest suite with a handsome parquet floor. The center served the community well with spacious rooms for free lectures, group meditation programs, dinners, courses and celebrations. It was a lovely place to live and teach. 

But soon, I was on the road again, spending half the week teaching advanced meditation practices in Connecticut and the other half teaching in Rhode Island. The graduates of these courses would then join others from around North America for a final two-week course in a large New York meditation facility. I needed a break, but when they asked for help in New York, my hand went up automatically. I wanted to be there for my course participants and make sure they were comfortable and happy.

In New York, I did whatever was needed, often what no one else wanted to do. This included going down into a cool, dark cellar to retrieve sacks of grains, sugar, flour, nuts and potatoes. I felt a little wave of triumph when I found the right sack among the awkwardly stacked piles on high shelves. Then I had to lug the heavy sacks up a rickety staircase and into the kitchen. The sacks often weighed about 50 pounds, or about 23 kilograms. My regularity in upper and lower body exercises was paying off.

But in 1981 on that dark cellar staircase, the trajectory of my life suddenly changed—from vertical to horizontal. I severely injured my lower back. Excruciating pain surged from my lower back and down both legs, and the pain got worse if I tried to walk or sit. After several intense weeks, I finally saw a doctor who recommended several expensive tests that I could not afford. Based on my symptoms, he advised strict bed rest.

 

I did what work I could by phone, but since I could no longer sit or walk, I had to leave the comfort of the center to make room for someone who could teach. I needed to quickly find another place to live and a way to support myself while healing. All nine of my teammates, my dear friends, suddenly moved to Washington DC to join a new and exciting course. My supervisor suggested that I go home and stay with my parents. Since I could not fly home in a horizontal position, I was allowed to stay a little while longer. 

I was alone with no car, income, job or resources. Without health insurance, I had to rely upon my internal abilities to heal myself. That process became an unexpected initiation into the development of healing powers. What looked like loss was really a sacred opening.

Being stripped of everything revealed what I was truly made of. I had not expected to find myself face-to-face with pure divine love. That divine love permeated every part of existence, even the ugly bits. Love flowed as bliss shared, shimmering in oneness with all.

Old structures melted away to make way for my pure Vedic essence to unfold. I dissolved into a chrysalis of unity wrapped in a sacred veil. The alchemy of a healer was brewing. I was being reshaped from the inside out. Profound restructuring happened during my seven months of being bedridden.

Just before I had to leave the comfort of the meditation center, an unexpected place to live materialized. It was as though grace itself had gently cracked open my chrysalis and sheltered me in a loving home as the next delicate stages of my transformation unfolded. Once the metamorphosis was complete, a healer was born anew.

Just as grace found me during challenging times, it can find you and your loved ones too. I hope that you never have to go through what I call a quadruple whammy with a crisis in health, career, finances and relationships simultaneously. But if you ever do, know that healing is never out of reach. We are always held by something infinitely powerful, infinitely loving and infinitely kind. Crisis can be our chrysalis and transform our old ways into new ones.

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With healing love,

Suzanne