There have been several times in my life where I have really needed a lifeline. The events I speak of involved both figurative and literal life and death situations, which required a lifeline. I want to share one of those events today because I believe that millions of people around the globe currently find themselves in need of a lifeline, and have no idea where or how to look for one – even though a lifeline is available to all of us.
I am one of those women who married at an “appalling young age”, and have remained married to the man who has been my best friend, protector, lover, and nurturer for forty six years. I take no credit for this as he is the one who had foresight to ask me to marry him – when I was nineteen. My response was an easy one,
“Yes. In two years.”. His reply was gentle but firm, “It’s this year or not at all. If you want to marry me, you either want to marry me now or not at all.”
We were both Christians,pre-marital sex was not on the table. I was out of high school early, and went on to study what I thought I should study in college, but did not really know where my interests lay. Thinking about it, while looking at both the sincerity on his face, the seriousness of his words, and weighing the possibility that he might mean what he said – I said, “Yes.”
I had known my husband from childhood. Our parents had known each other from their days in China. (White Russian Baptists, Russian Christian Orthodox and White Russian Protestants from all over Russia, who made it across the Chinese border, had found themselves interacting with each other in the small Russian Christian community in China. Many of them ended up serving together in either the local/regional wars against Mao, the Communist Russians following them over the border, and/or others who were incurring into their areas within China. My father in law, whose passion was music, was brought on to serve as a bugler. He sounded the commands from his mount – a beautiful black stallion – at the side of his commanding officer.)
Stories of miracles, both supernatural, and miracles provided by other humans – were just as much a part of my childhood reality, as were richly illustrated Russian fairy tales, which had come from another time – when people were not forced to leave home – for somewhere else.
I gave birth to our first child three weeks before our first anniversary, and while our joy was great and real about giving birth to an almost nine pound baby boy, it later became clear that I would require long and serious surgery due to complications.
Surgery. Okay, sure, let’s do it and be done with it.
It ended up being an almost eight hour surgery.
In those days they paralyzed your body, and put you under as a two-step.
This meant that you could be paralyzed but conscious. This also meant that you could be consciously aware when they cut into your body. The incision was a long vertical one. They put you under, and kept you there for whatever duration they needed to complete surgery. In my case, I had no idea prior to surgery that they would take my intestines out, remove vegas nerves, reconnect everything, repair the hiatal hernia from pregnancy, and for good measure do a pyloroplasty. (They found a bleeding ulcer.) It took a lot of anesthesia.
I don’t remember being moved from surgery to gurney. I don’t remember tubes being inserted into multiple recesses of my body, and I don’t remember being moved to the bed in my private room. I do remember being in a deep fog of incredible pain, and wanting Desperately to sleep.
My fog and pain were only interrupted by an on and off realization that my husband, somewhere in this thick fog – was literally slapping the soles of my feet and asking me to wake up. (Turns out he was following the nurse’s instruction.)
Excruciating physical pain makes you want to give up. It leaves you feeling that it’s okay to just let go and die – to make the pain you feel – stop. I was stuck in that Hopeless place, and it seemed to not have an end to it. I knew about miracles, and supernatural intervention, I should have known how to pray or call out from my spirit/soul, but my mind was literally so consumed by the fog and pain that I could not even mumble a silent heartfelt prayer – for help.
I slowly began to realize that I was cut off. I was unable to wake up. I was unable to pray. I was unable. Hopelessness began to drown me, and with this too, came my desperate need for – that sleep.
I really don’t know which hour of hopeless hell it was – when I began to feel someone sitting in the chair on the right side of my bed. An older, calm and firm male voice said,“Vera. You need to wake up.”
I made no response, but in my head I thought, “Who is THAT?! And why doesn’t he make Ruben stop slapping my feet?!”
“I Am Your Father. You need to Wake Up.”
My mind immediately went to my third dimensional life and I thought,
“You are not my father.”
The reply came back to me – in less than a Nano second.
It came with a tangible flood. A flood of Hope.
Hope, which created a tsunami push against that fog that I had been drowning in for hours.
“I am your father. Wake up.”
The realization of the words, the amazing Hope that suddenly flooded me was the equivalent of a life time’s supply of food, water, shelter, and safety – all rolled into one.
I got it. I woke up.
“OUCH! Can you stop slapping the soles of my feet?!”
At that young age, with the limited vocabulary and terminology within my religious training – there was no way to Explain It, and yet it was more real than anything I had gone through that day.
How can I adequately express and explain to people – that we have “family” that goes beyond third dimensional family – who sees, knows, and has compassion on us, and does sustain us with HOPE when we perceive all to be lost, and believe that all is hope-less.
I get it. I understand that there are those who make their living mocking Hope.
These liars don’t matter.
Hope is real. I have experienced it.
Millions of people around this globe have persevered because Hope carried them during their darkest days.
This is why nefarious people want to take Hope away from you.
They want you to be powerless, and the thing that takes your power away – more than anything else is – Hopelessness. Don’t fall into that trap.
Things look bad. Things will look worse. But we also have to remember that “things are not as they appear”. If you succumb to this hopelessness, you quit. You stop living. You want to die. You want to give up, quit, hide. If there was ever a season when we need to remind each other that Hope is tangible – it is now.
We can become – Hope – for those who are hopeless.
It can be a simple encouraging word.
It can be a quiet delivery of groceries to someone who has nothing to eat at home.
It can be a couch for the person who could not pay their rent.
It can be a podcast, a video, an article – of encouragement.
It can also be a conscious prayer for a person.
A prayer does not need to be ritualized and formal to have effect and/or affect.
It simply needs to come – from our heart. (Some might say from our soul/spirit.)
It can be carrying those we love – within our hearts and thoughts – with love and compassion – until they are able to stand on their own two feet again.
Prayers and Thoughts are Scalar. This is real science.
What you speak. What you Believe. What you say – has Power & Effect.
Don’t succumb to the naysayers who want you to – Shut Up.
Your silence is the goal.
People who lie about you – have the specific goal of – Silencing You.
Do not submit to this.
Governmental powers, who try to silence their people – have the goal of DisEmpowering those who are the squeaky wheel leading to a flood of words, which can change the world.
People say that keyboard warriors accomplish nothing. I disagree.
Keyboard warriors put a lot of “scalar words” into the system, by using the net.
If these words had no power – there would not be paid specific departments within governments, which work daily to counteract “online words”.
Speak your words, write your words – with purpose.
Thoughts and words – are scalar.
They pierce that place that is physical and metaphysical, and open pathways for other things to come through. Be specific. What is it that – You want – to come through?
Understand that – their goal – is to get you to start Thinking Hopeless, Acting Hopeless, and Believing in Hopelessness.
And this is why so many people who pretend to “care about you for your own sake” lie about others, in the hopes of circumventing you from coming – into Hope.
We have a season for a push back. A serious push back.
It will require being aware on multiple planes of existence.
One of those places is your – Thoughts & Spoken words.
It also requires a stance of – Rejection.
Reject lies. Whatever, and wherever they may be.
Stand against the lies, and keep a stance of – Hope – for others.
Speak in whichever manner you are able – audible or not. And when you stand firmly with Hope within you – you help strengthen, enable and empower those – who speak and work – on the frontlines of speaking/living Truth. The invisible you, behind the scenes, becomes very important in this hour.
I may not have awakened after surgery, had Family that I did not “see” not come to help me. We must be just that same thing – for each other – especially in this hour. We may not all know each other in 3D. We may never meet in 3D. But what we know within ourselves is that – we are Family Of Spirit. We are here on planet Earth – together.
We may live in different countries, and believe in varying religions, but at the end of the day – those differences insignificant overall, because we are all a part of something which is so much greater than Planet Earth, and we are family in a way that cannot be denied, disempowered or disenfranchised. Our spirits recognize each other when we meet. We refresh each other with every contact.
Find your real family.
And if you can’t find them right now – stand in Hope – because they Are out there.
Don’t let the liars bring you into that place of hopelessness.
If you let them take away your Hope – they win.