Are you looking for love? Do you think that the universe
has forgotten about you? Maybe that special someone
just doesnt exist? Dont give up. He or she is
destined to meet you when the time is right. I believe
this to be true.
Here is my story.
He walked into the room when I was teaching a
Medical Intuitive Training in Seattle Washington on
May 9, 2003.
He was part of a group who had
come
from all parts of the country to learn how to become
more intuitive about their own bodies and those of
their clients, family members and friends.
Part of
the
training included a medical intuitive reading for each
person in the class.
As I sat down to do his reading, I knew this man was
going to die. Not a usual occurrence I am happy to
say. I knew that he would either be dead in five years
or very sick. His will to live was so faint.
When ever I sense that a person is horribly off course,
I engage them in conversation, grasping for a thread
of what lights their fire.
Im an Oncology nurse he said. My name is Gary. I
stayed quiet I got the sinking feeling. I continued to
stay quiet listening within. But thats all about to
change he said.
Oh good I thought. I am going
back to
school to do my masters degree in nursing and I am
going to be counseling cancer patients in the use of
anti-depressants, he told me.
Oh no - I got the
sinking
feeling again.
The pressure was mounting to do over 50 readings
on all the people in the room. I had nothing else to
add. Well, at least it will be a change I said, and I
handed him his completed reading. I felt powerless to
help.
Gary appeared to be enjoying the training and he
came up at the end of the weekend and gave me a
hug. We said goodbye and I never thought I would see
him again. However (I heard later) when he first saw
me, a little voice inside his head said, "That's her!"
The universe was obviously orchestrating things on a
higher level and about a month later, when I was
giving presentations in Portland, I met him again at a
restaurant where some of my dearest Portland friends
and June DEstelle my long-time friend and
meditation teacher, and author of The Illuminated
Mind, were gathered for dinner.
I couldnt believe the difference in this man. Gary had
lost weight (25 pounds on the Sutherland program) he
looked energetic and vital very attractive. What a
difference from the man I had met a month earlier in
Seattle. This man was no longer dying the light of
life was so bright within him.
As we all said goodbye after the dinner and my friends
drove me back to my hotel I remarked to them, That
man looked positively yummy, I could wrap him up
and take him home!
I never thought another thing about the encounter.
Exactly a month later, on July 15th, Gary turned up at
my summer meditation retreat. Neither one of us
knew that the other was going to be there.
It was nice to see him and some of the Portland
people at the retreat but I was not sensing anything
but hello, nice to see you again.
Coincidentaly we just happened to sit next to
each other in several meditation cycles. As I tuned in
to him I could sense that he was a sweet, dear man
who exuded a wonderful calm presence.
Then, friends who were hosting the retreat, asked
Gary to describe some of the symbolism of some
Tibetan hand painted Thanka paintings that hung in
their home. I was interested to hear what he said. The
minute Gary began to describe the meaning of these
paintings I felt a strong connection to him. This was
obviously a spiritual giant.
Gary had studied with a Buddhist Lama for 5 years
and is very knowledgeable about Tibet, its culture,
spiritual practices and Buddhism in general. He is
extremely well read on many subjects.
After Gary had explained the meaning of the paintings
and showed us a very moving Buddhist spiritual
practice, we all gave him a big hug. I wanted to thank
him for what he brought to the meditation retreat and
especially to my friends who had wanted for some
time to know the meaning of their paintings.
It was obvious that Gary must have picked up
something from our time together and our hug, and
the next thing that happened after the retreat, was a
very nice message on my voice mail at home asking
for my email address.
He emailed or called me almost every day for over a
month. Then he decided to come up from Portland to
visit me. I must admit I was a little apprehensive. I had
been on my own for 18 years. I had built a rich and full
life and even though, from time to time, I have called
out to the universe to bring that special someone
into my life, I had not been lonely or pining.
The
gates
of Fort Knox were about to be opened.
I was a nervous wreck!
For the five weeks prior to
Gary's
visit, I existed on nothing else but chicken soup.
Nothing would calm down stomach. I knew that this
could be him and my life would be forever changed.
Was I ready?
Exactly a month later, he came to visit me. He stepped
off the plane and presented me with a gift, a beautiful
white porcelain statue of the Buddhist goddess Quan
Yin, the goddess of compassion.
Gary proposed to me within the first hour, we had a
long lingering kiss by the kitchen sink (if that condo is
ever sold the sink comes too!) and things
progressed rapidly from there. We both "knew."
It turns out we have so many interests in common: our
shared interest in traditional and complementary
medicine, our extensive spiritual research and
practice, our love of theatre and movies, travel, the
outdoors, boating, food and cooking, current events,
the arts, history, biographies, books from Greek
mythology to Florence Nightingale - all there to be
shared.
I took him out on my boat and showed him the
mountains, coves and the sound where I have spent
many happy hours. We visited a neighboring island for
a meal and then traveled up to visit my daughter at her
summer cabin. I wanted at least one of my family
members to meet him.
We also attended a service at my church where Gary, I
found out later, had an instant vision of our marriage
ceremony. We walked the seawall, took in a play and
went out for dinner.
Everything was magical and the time sped by so
smoothly with such compatibility it felt as if we had
known each other forever.
Then our four-day visit came to an end and Gary flew
back to Portland. As soon as he arrived home, he
checked his work schedule lo and behold a four-day
window had presented itself for me to fly down to
Portland.
Now I had the opportunity to see his world, visit the
Buddhist temple, enjoy a romantic walk through the
famous rose gardens of Portland, go out for dinner,
visit the Columbia River and meet his parents!
At the time I met Gary he was 57 years old and his
lovely daughter was 19 and about to start college. He
was married for seven years, divorced for 12 years,
and then two years later, his ex-wife died of cancer on
his ward - he was the nurse in attendance.
He is no stranger to pain and is surrounded by death
and sick people in his work at the hospital on a daily
basis. But he is cheerful and optimistic and does not
appear to retain the energy of his surroundings. He
must be like the Archangel Michael as he ministers to
these sick people hes a saint.
This man is a very nurturing person a giver. After
many years of giving, giving, giving, it is so nice to be
treated like a queen. He is a consummate romantic.
His thoughtfulness is remarkable. Gary is also a
wonderful cook he cleans up the kitchen right away
and brings the tea. Imagine having tea poured for you!
He brings flowers for me every week, opens the car
door like a true gentleman and he puts the toilet seat
down!
Gary is extremely intuitive and he understands and is
fascinated with my work and what it is all about. We
have so much to share in the medical world.
I have never felt so at home with anyone in my life.
To all of my friends out there dont give up on your
belief that there is the right person somewhere out
there.
To find the right person is worth the wait.
