The Tale of an ALS Survivor # 14
For the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory are Yours forever
I never thought I would be repeating these words after a Filipino spiritual healer
4–20–06
I have had many adventures in my life, but none, as consuming as ALS. This disease took everything from me except for the Loving care of my family and friends.
I used to like to figure out problems, ask friends for help, or click on YouTube for answers.
Not this time.
No one had come close to giving me back my Life. I went to UCSF Medical Center in San Francisco, where they offered to send me for a feeding tube consultation. It was obvious the doctors felt hopeless, even to the point of telling me I had 18 months at best to live.
I just wanted to take the pill, pay the bill, and get better soon.
That was not going to Fly with ALS.
I was lost. I had nowhere to turn, and all I knew for sure was that if someone did not feed me and bring me water, I would die in less than the nine months I had been to I had left. My occupation in life has always been service, first to my family, and then to all I felt I could help provide support.
Why me? That thought took up a lot of my attention.
This was the biggest Challenge of my whole life. I felt that I did not deserve to die so early in this journey. I knew that I had a very high lead level and very low B12. Other than that, I was not aware of what could have caused this deadly disease for myself and so many different people.
Every day seemed like the one before until one day the phone rang, and it was my friend Sebastian.
He told me he had sponsored his friend Romy, who is a Christian Native Filipino Healer from the Philippines, to come to Nevada County for healing sessions. I believe the Power of God streams thru some Humans more than others, so I happily agreed to a healing session.
This story is sacred to me; I have only shared it a few times in the past 15 years. I never bring this up unless there’s a need. Today is the day I feel I need to share My Sacred story.
With my wheelchair in the back of the van, Mona and I were ready to meet Romy at a friend’s house that was handicap accessible. When I arrived, Sebastian greeted us and led us to the living room, where six other folks were waiting their turn.
When I was called into the next room, Romy asked if it would be OK to massage my arms and legs with a Blessed coconut oil. I was all in, I told him.
Two men lifted me from my chair and laid me on a massage table.
As Romy massaged me with the oil, he was praying in a language I did not understand. After many minutes, he asked me if he could lift my right arm straight up.
“Sure,” I said.
Then he asked me to repeat the Lord’s prayer after him. I knew that prayer from my Catholic upbringing.
After a few words, he said, “LOUDER, LOUDER.” I got very loud. As we came to the end of the prayer, he stepped back from the table and commanded me to get off the table and walk.
I was lying there looking at him in disbelief. He said it again, and I just looked at him.
He repeated the same command to get up and walk, and as I looked at him, my small finger twitched and started to move. I believe in the unexplainable, and this moment was both unbelievable and unexplainable as each of my fingers and my arms came alive. I slowly pushed myself to a seating position.
Romy said, “Stand up.”
I said,”No, I could fall.”
He said, “These two men will be sure you will not fall.”
I was not sure, but I should have been, because I just sat up by myself.
Then I lowered my toe to the floor and was shocked to feel my strength as it came in contact with the floor.
I talk a good story about esoteric teachings, but this was a scary encounter with an Energy that Touched me. After being afraid, I started to laugh in amazement.
Very slowly I walked to the doorway. Mona said I looked like I was doing The Monster walk. Then I entered the room where others were waiting. They looked at me with wide open mouths. I was in a state of amazement too.
I walked the five steps back to my wheelchair and sat down by myself. I had just defied Gravity.
I was in tears of amazement.
The price for this Joy.
Fifty dollars or any amount you wish.
Romy said he had prayed to St. Michael and St. Raphael for my Healing.
Whatever name he wanted to assign the energy that gave me the strength to move my body, I was all in!!
Mona and I then headed for the van with me in my wheelchair — just to be safe. I got out of my wheelchair and into the van with a little help from Mona. As we drove away, I could feel my body go limp.
I came unglued.
I cried and cussed and screamed. Who or what was controlling this horror story? What energy was trying to get through to me that was now being blocked?
I was without words to describe what was happening to me. This was so strange. I can still go on and on about this every day of my life.
Now you know why I do not share this story unless I think it could be helpful.
I have lived a long time and have never witnessed a Healing so Powerful. My body that was paralyzed gained its strength for a very short time, at first. To me that would be impossible unless The One who heard the Prayers wanted me to be a symbol of Its Power.
After becoming a team member at EverythingALS.org, I realized that sharing this story might give others a sign. We are never Alone. God and its Helpers are REAL!!!
I wish I had simply taken a miracle drug. That would make all this much easier to explain.
I have very little knowledge about how Spiritual Healing takes place, but I have felt its effects twice.
WHY ME ? Simple !! It was my only Hope. What now.
I am back to helplessness.
5–19–06 Patient Progress Notes: Dr. P. Van Houten
The patient was seen in the kitchen of his home by me. He was seated in his fully outfitted new power wheelchair. He is able to sleep in the chair by reclining. He is having a little bit more difficulty breathing in the last few weeks. He has been getting physical therapy at home and may start doing some physical therapy in town. He has been getting some alternative treatment including chelation therapy. His leg function has remained about the same and his arms are unchanged. But he had so little function left that there is not really much additional that can be lost. ALS neurological disorder with grim prognosis. Homebound because of disability.
My Depression took center stage.
One day four of my close friends came to see me. As they walked into my room, I became unglued at the sight of them. I started to yell at them, I don’t need your Help. I don’t what you here.Then I started screaming. I am not going to live with this ALS anymore, LEAVE! As they backed out of my door, I started to realize what I had just done to my good friends and myself, my tears would not stop.
I am confused about what is taking place. Deadly disease, no cure, a date with death, Spiritual healings. I’m tired.
5–29–06
Ten days after my doctor’s home visit:
Bret is never tired. He just watches my ups and downs come and go and tells me it’s time to get on the floor and squirm.
Today Bret had me stand on his feet again, then he tied me to him and started to walk. It was a strange feeling to have someone act as support so I could have that walking motion keep my muscles activated.
As Bret was moving my legs and arms I felt a big twitch in my arm muscle.
I said, Bret, my arm moved, BRET, my arm moved, BRET my arm moved.
This time it was a small movement. It was just Bret and I and a muscle that said, I AM NOT DEAD. Oh my god. Whats going on.
