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SUZANNE CAREY
DTLAL Associate Member
Sr. Columnist

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PHOTO: SUZANNE CAREY

SUZANNE CAREY


Rise in Hope!


It was a beautiful spring day, as Jackson lay on the grass, backpack for his pillow. The sun felt warm, and helped soothe the aches and pains of his young body. Only in his late twenties, he spent the majority of that time in increasing pain and discomfort, all due to a tiny tick and the poison it carried. By the time the medical field discovered that he had Lyme disease it was too late to do anything medically to cure it, only to try and make it a little easier to live with.

Some days it was near impossible to live with the symptoms of this disease and he just wanted to end it all. The thing was, he didn’t want to die, he just wanted to feel good again... he just forgot what that was like. So, when he could, he drove those few hours to this beautiful place in the country. The hill side he lay on overlooked this panoramic view of God's most glorious example of nature he’d ever seen. Wild flowers in the most amazing colors of the rainbows lay scattered across the bright green grass like a lovingly made patchwork quilt. The trees in the back ground stood tall and proud, showing off their shiny new leaves. And in between the two ran a slow running river, that sparkles like diamonds in the bright spring sun.

This place could do for Jackson what no pill or drug could even begin to do. Nature had its own energy, that healed and gave comfort, even if for a little while. It was worth the pain driving caused just for a respite from this Heynis disease.

Bedside him lay his black guitar case, and within it lay one of his favorite creative outlets, his guitar. Music had been playing in his head as of late, and here he could clear his mind and let the messages his soul needed to speak come out through his music.. Sitting up, he unlatched the case and pulled out his guitar. Balancing it on his lap, he lovingly ran his fingers over the strings, adjusting them until they were pitch perfect. Closing his eyes, he shut out the noise of his thoughts and the pain in his body, and taking a few deep breaths, allowed his soul to speak. Soon his fingers were flying across the strings, creating the magic of his heart and soul. He was the notes, the rhythm, the beat of his soul song, and he released all the frustration and pain out into the universe. But deep within his soul was a measure of hope, a place he dared not go to very often, but kept hidden. But when he allowed the music to take over, the hope comes forward, mixing with the pain, causing a sound so beautiful it made the Angels weep.

So lost in his refuge, he didn’t notice the stir in the energy around him, until a form of a beautiful woman was sitting beside him. Opening his eyes and looking up, his fingers froze, and he just sat there staring. Jackson never saw anything so beautiful in his life. She must have been created by the Gods. Hair so blonde it was almost white, eyes a color of blue that rivaled the brightest of skies, and a face with features so glorious it almost hurt to look at her. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he closed his eyes and opened them again, but she was still there. “Hello Jackson”. Her voice filled his mind like the gentlest of whispers.
“”
Hello” came his responding thought. There seemed to be no need for spoken words, so figuring this was his illusion he would just go with it. Her laughter sounded like the tinkling of the tiniest of bells.
This is no illusion, I’m very real.”
“If this is a new symptom” he thought “ I’ll take it!”
“Ok. Who are you and why are you here?”
“I am a guide, sent by source to teach you how to heal yourself.”
It took a lot of concentration to understand what she was saying because of that voice.

Focus Jackson.” Her smile was gentle and her energy was soothing.
How can I possibly heal myself when no one on the face of this earth can heal me?”
Looking away for a moment, he allowed the pain of his situation to return. Feeling her hand on his arm, he tilted his head just enough to see her from the corner of his eyes. A crystal like tear ran down her check, and the sight of her sorrow made his chest clench in regret.
I’m so sorry!” He thought “I didn’t mean...”
“My sweet child, your disbelief in the your power to heal yourself saddens me. You don’t remember, do you?”
“Remember what?”
“Who you are of course”
Not knowing how to respond, he just looked at her in confusion.
Let me explain.” Rising to stand, she reached out her hand to Jackson and taking her hand in his, he stood as well.
Let's walk as I explain”
Falling into step, her words once again filled his mind.
Jackson, everything you see around you, including yourself, is nothing but energy. The trees, the flowers, the water... all energy vibrating at different speeds. You body is also just energy. And any pain or dis- ease you think you may feel is just an illusion. It’s universe's way of helping you learn the lessons you agreed to before you incarnated into this life time. Are you understanding so far?”
I think so”
“Because you are energy, the thoughts you think bring with them energy as well. When you are happy and positive, which is your birthright, your body feels healthy. But when you bring in energy that is negative, and you focus on your unhappiness, you bring in energy that causes blocks, which in turn creates physical reactions in your body.”
Stopping for a moment, Jackson rubbed his forehead in confusion.
“Wait a moment” he thought “But this was caused by a tick. How does this relate to me?”Resuming their walk, she continued to explain.
Its true that it’s not just your thoughts that bring dis-ease to your body. Sometimes it’s Universe's way of making you aware there is a problem in your life. You’re off course from your path to your life’s purpose. So Universe has sent you a very strong message that your life needs correcting, and that there is a lesson you need to learn in order for you soul to grow and expand. But you don’t have to needlessly suffer. As with all energy, it can be manipulated and changed.”

Jackson stopped once again, and this time he stood before his guide.
Are you telling me that I have the ability to cure myself?”
“Yes Jackson, that is what I’m saying.”
“Well then.” He thought rather sarcastically in reply “Why didn’t you just say so. I’ll just think myself better, and like magic I’ll be cured!”

Looking deep into his eyes, she stared at him for a moment. Feeling a little like a school boy getting scolded by his teacher, he looked down in embarrassment.
“Jackson” Her voice filled his head “It’s a matter of unconditional and total faith in yourself and in God. Find a healer who can provide you with the information you need to correct your diet and

the way you live. Fill your body with the purest of foods, and fill your mind with the most positive of thoughts. You cancure yourself. But being a soul having a human experience it will take some work. It’s up to you.”

Continuing their walk in silence, Jackson soon found himself back where he had started, and tiredly sat down. Sitting down beside him, his guide continued to wait in silence for his next question.

“Ok, if you are my guide, and I’m guessing you have powers of your own, why can’t you just heal me?”

“It is not for me to heal you. I am here to guide you and teach you how to heal yourself. This is part of a life lesson for your souls growth. You have a choice, you have always had a choice. It’s up to you to make it, then put in the work. Your celestial team of Angels and guides, partnered up with universal energy will gladly support you when you decide what you want, then ask for help. Once you take your first step universe will rise up to meet you. So dearest one, take some time to think about what you want, then let us know.”

Reaching out two fingers, she gently touched his forehead. An instant feeling of peace flooded his body and he closed his eyes response. The next time he opened his eyes, the sun was setting, and the sky was painted in the most beautiful shades of pink, purple and orange, and his guide was no longer beside him. As he stayed to enjoy the sunset, he thought about all that had happened and all that was said. He had much to think about. But the one thing he wassure about was he knew he had to try. And as he was getting his things together to start the long drive home, he once again heard the lyrical voice of his guide.
“Rise in Hope dear one, all is well...”

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PHOTO CREDIT: SUZANNE CAREY

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