You may have read this story about my discovery with sound healing in my book or on one of my web-pages, and if so, here it is again…to inspire you!
(Hummingbirds were her favorite birds.)
The prodigal daughter returns home…
In 1994, I received a call from my brother telling me my mother was in the hospital and not expected to live through the week.
I had not spoken to my mother in years because I had chosen to take some time away from her in order to do some deep emotional healing around our relationship. My brother and I sensed she wanted some closure before she crossed over, so I made the decision to go to her quickly.
My mother and I had not seen each other for two years, and from the perspective of some, I was the prodigal daughter returning home. From my perspective, I had finally completed enough of my personal physical and emotional healing to be able to hold space for the emotional pain she was in and had been in most of her life.
When I arrived at the hospital in the late afternoon, I was told a nurse had given her an extra dose of morphine because family and staff were concerned about how Mom would react to me coming home. Taking a deep, centering breath, I walked into her room, over to her bedside, and reached for her hand.
Making amends and finding peace together…
I told her I had resolved the painful memories of my childhood and that everything was all right. She looked deep into my eyes, like a child hoping to find acceptance, asking for my forgiveness. Finally she found the words to tell me she was sorry and assured me she loved me.
I didn’t tell her I forgave her. I told her I understood. After years of inner healing work, I knew real forgiveness comes when the resentments are gone and in its place we truly understand the source of our own pain and the pain of others.
As the sun fell behind the hills, my mother grew quieter as the morphine finally demanded she sleep. Without even thinking, I started humming to her, the same way I hummed my brothers and sister to sleep when I was a child.
A beautiful Native American chant, unknown to me until that moment, spontaneously welled up from my heart and as my mother listened she wept, perhaps her own Native blood stirred by the music.
After singing my song, and without any warning, I discovered the source of her current physical pain. I could suddenly see inside her body where I observed what I would describe as a bronchial infection. I could see nothing wrong with her heart, which was a major source of concern to her doctor.
Silently, I asked her spirit what she needed. I then saw a beautiful and bright emerald green light fill the places inside her where I had seen the infection. I watched in quiet awe as the green transformed into white and the vision disappeared.
By this time the sun was completely behind the hill and my sister, as if on cue, walked into the darkening room. Enveloped in the hallowed moment of day becoming night, she sat down next to my mother. I was already holding one of Mom’s hands. She picked up the other and reached for my empty hand.
There the three women of our family sat in the silence and the darkness—for the first time ever, being together without words. (In retrospect, this was a beautiful moment of compassion in the womb of the Sacred Feminine).
About an hour later, my dad, brothers, nieces and nephews found their way to Mom’s room. Instead of lying weakly on the bed like a woman who was getting ready to die, my mother was sitting up in bed laughing with the rest of her rowdy family, cheeks full of color and beaming.
When the doctor came in to check on her, he looked puzzled as Mom asked him when she could go home. He had to agree she was looking much better, held her a day for observation and sent her home, assuming the penicillin drip had helped her. She stayed with us here on Earth for another three months before finally making her journey to the other side.
This is an excerpt from “The Root of All Healing: 7 Steps to Healing Anything.” As you may have discerned, Sound Healing is my primary healing gift and arose out of my mother’s need and my love for her. Have you had an experience where your healing gift rose to the surface because someone you loved needed you? If you have, please share your story here.