The second case I am delighted to present to the readers of this book lives in Australia, and is in her fifties. I know her personally, also, and as in the first case, I had the opportunity to review her relevant medical documentation.
This woman was first diagnosed with MS in 2003, which progressively became worse. In 2007 she started to have difficulty speaking, which is common for the advanced stages of multiple sclerosis, and so she started to take speech therapy.
She progressively became weaker in both legs, had difficulty walking, with numbness in her palms and feet, and spasms in her right leg. These spasms came and went but became increasingly disruptive.
Later on, she developed urinary incontinence, and on occasion she was not able to empty her bladder. Because of this, she had to start using a catheter to empty her bladder, and later developed a chronic infection of the bladder from this catheterization.
On December 31, 2008, she had an MRI done on her brain, and it showed that she had findings consistent with multiple sclerosis in different parts of the brain. Fortunately her spinal cord was normal.
She was diagnosed to have multiple sclerosis of the brain and started taking interferon. This did not help her, and her situation became worse.
Out of desperation she had started to seek alternative treatments, and in October 2009 she met Master Sha in person when she traveled to Sydney and where she received a healing and karma cleansing for her multiple sclerosis.
She told me that a few days after her karma cleansing, her walking started to improve and her infection of the bladder completely resolved in a short time. She was booked for surgery to have a permanent catheter inserted by the end of October. But when she returned from Sydney, she went to see the urologist before surgery, and it was found that her bladder had become normal, and therefore the surgery was canceled. She hasn’t had any problem with her bladder since.
In June 2011, two years after she had the treatment with Master Sha, except for some urinary urgency, where if she has to go to the washroom to urinate she has to do it a little faster than usual, otherwise all her symptoms had completely resolved. The weakness in the legs was completely resolved. Her numbness in the palms and feet completely resolved. Her incontinence completely resolved. Her neurological examination was completely normal, and there were no signs of multiple sclerosis anymore.
We exchanged emails in early 2014, and I found that all has remained as before. She feels perfectly healthy, five years later.
These two cases are completely documented. I personally viewed the MRI reports and the reports from the physicians who are treating the patients, the laboratory investigations, and in the case of the patient with the cancer, I also personally saw the pathology report of confirmation of the original cancer.
Peter’s report pleased me on multiple levels. I was pleased not only that these patients had major successes, but also that medical observations were made and recorded, providing realistic scientific analysis that these healings were in fact successful. Complete scientific proof will require many more cases, including an investigation of those cases where outcomes are not as favorable. I know that Dr. Sha desires to see these studies done and is confident that once hundreds of patients are subjected to this same level of medical scrutiny, he will be proven correct in his belief that soul healing miracles are an effective, safe, and important modality to be used to supplement traditional Western medical care. Dr. Sha is humble when I ask him to provide statistics on the number of patients for whom soul healing miracles are effective. He tells me that he can never guarantee results, that if a patient has very heavy negative karma, his treatments may not be effective. I respect Dr. Sha for being conservative, but as I explore more and more successful cases, I am willing to wager that Dr. Sha’s effectiveness equals or betters that of the best medical doctors and hospitals in the world. Time will tell if I am correct, but in the meantime I encourage all readers, especially those who are natural skeptics like me, to explore the evidence before making your decision as to whether you would utilize or encourage other family members to utilize Dr. Sha’s techniques for your own medical needs. I have begun to use these techniques personally and am recommending them to friends and family. After all, as Dr. Sha states, “If you want to know if a pear is sweet, taste it.” If you want to know if these techniques can work for you, try them.
Part Three of this book includes reports from practitioners of Dr. Sha’s soul healing miracle techniques. Some of these healers have become fulltime members of Dr. Sha’s mission and been designated Divine Channels and Divine Healers. Others retain their everyday occupations but have been given Divine Healing Hands and instructions on how to use their natural healing gifts to heal themselves and others. Do not be put off by these “Divine” titles. These are everyday people who, except for their commitment to learning how to heal, are normal people just like you and me. The reality is that anyone can learn these techniques. Of course, some people will be more effective than others, but as you read these accounts from people, some of whom were faced with severe, life-threatening medical challenges, think about your own life, your own needs, and how you may directly benefit from the information in this book and the books written by Dr. and Master Sha.
PART THREE
Stories from Divine Channels and Divine Soul Healers
Master Richard Shunya Barton
From AIDS Victim to Divine Channel
IN EARLY 1984, I was studying for a degree in musical theater at San Francisco State University. In the weeks leading up to my twenty-third birthday, I developed a persistent sore throat, fevers, and swollen lymph nodes. I went to the school doctors. They tried to treat it with antibiotics; nothing happened. They sent me to my private doctor. He ran more tests but couldn’t find any cause. I was sent to a specialist, who ran more tests. In the end, he called me into his office. He was probably fifty-something, with a heavy build, a serious face, and an immaculately white lab coat. He sat behind a large, heavy desk. He looked up from my charts and told me, “I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that you seem to have whatever it is that the guys here and in New York are dying from. The good news is, the guys here don’t seem to be dying as fast.”
This experience would come to be known as acute HIV infection. I had contracted the virus that leads to AIDS.
It would be another year before a test was developed to conclusively determine HIV infection. It would be two more years before there was even one drug for treatment, AZT. It took another couple of years to find out the hard way that AZT alone didn’t work. It would take nine more years to find a combination of drugs that did work.
For more than twelve years, I watched friends, loved ones, acquaintances wither away to nothing and die. I watched them lose their strength, their jobs, their minds, their lives. By the late 1980s, I was going to a funeral about every month. Always at the back of my mind, the question was there: “Am I next?”
But there was also another conversation going on within me, a conversation of hope and possibility.
A few days after my diagnosis, I was passing by a metaphysical bookstore. It was the eighties in California, so unless you lived under a rock, you probably knew something about the “New Age.” I suppose I may have had more exposure than most. Through high school, my parents would take me to Unity Church. My mom had completed the Course in Miracles. I had been going to lectures with a woman named Betty Bethards, who was known as “the Common Sense Guru” and “the Dream Lady,” because of her down-to-earth style and teachings about dream interpretation. She described herself as a conscious channel, like the famous seer Edgar Cayce, only she was fully awake when messages came through her. I practiced the “white light” meditation she taught. I searched my dreams for messages from Heaven. I practiced positive affirmations.
So, I was walking by the bookstore, and I thought to myself, “Well, I guess this is where the rubber hits the road! I guess this is the time to fully put all my spiritual beliefs into practice and see if i
t really works!” Would it be possible to beat this new disease with spiritual practice? I made a conscious decision to find out.
I changed a lot in my life. I stopped drinking alcohol and using recreational drugs, both a common part of social life in San Francisco at the time. I changed what I ate and eventually became a vegetarian. I became more consistent with my meditation practice.
When I graduated from college, I found myself in Colorado, where I joined a weekly meeting for people living with HIV/AIDS, their friends and loved ones. It was known as the Circle of Love and Healing and was based on the work of Louise Hay. It focused on the power of positive thinking. Louise Hay had been diagnosed with cancer and was introduced to the ideas of the New Thought Movement, which began in the 1800s. The basic principles of the New Thought Movement teach that our thoughts have power for good or for ill, and that by changing our thoughts, we can restore health and well-being to our lives. Religious Science, Christian Science, and Unity Church all evolved from the New Thought Movement. Today, we see these teachings in popular books like The Secret. Louise used these principles in her recovery from cancer. She became very popular among those living with HIV/AIDS, creating a feeling of compassion, love, and hope when medical science had nothing to offer.
Other powerful influences for me at the time were Dr. Bernie Siegel’s Love, Medicine & Miracles and Dr. Gerald Jampolsky’s Teach Only Love: The Twelve Principles of Attitudinal Healing. My doctor was one of the founding directors of AIDS, Medicine and Miracles, an organization that served people living with HIV/AIDS who wanted to take this kind of a spiritual approach to their healing. I began studying to become a minister of Religious Science.
I continued to develop a way of looking at life that I had begun to explore in college. More and more, I was looking at life as a series of lessons to be learned. I began to live my life as though everything that happened in life was happening for a reason. As though I created everything in my life, either consciously or unconsciously, in order to learn and grow. I developed a belief in reincarnation and that we were here lifetime after lifetime, in a kind of a school, to develop our soul wisdom. I would think to myself, “What if this is true? What if I have created this experience in my life in order to learn something? What would it be that this experience is trying to teach me?” In this way, even negative experiences became opportunities to learn and to grow. Even the experience of HIV, the fear, the pain, all of it, became something from which I could learn and grow.
About this time, I literally became a “poster boy” for AIDS. The Colorado United Way was doing a fund-raising campaign and wanted to highlight the work that they were doing to fight AIDS. They asked me if I would be willing to participate. They created a poster and television campaign focusing on my story. It showed me working out and read something like this: “When you find out you have HIV you want to scream. You want to cry. You want to give up. Years ago, Shunya was diagnosed with HIV. That’s when he started living!”
But it was much more complicated than it sounds. I knew many people who did “all the right things” but died. I knew many people who did “all the wrong things” who lived. And all the while, my T-cell count, the marker of the health of the immune system, continued to steadily decline. My quality of life was good, but my blood work was telling a very different story.
I will never forget the day my diagnosis transitioned from HIV-positive to AIDS. In order to make sure that people living with HIV received appropriate care, the medical community and the government agreed that even if you did not have AIDS-defining symptoms, if an HIV-positive person’s T-cell count were to go below 200, he or she would automatically be considered to have moved to AIDS. And that’s what happened to me. A normal person’s T-cell count is around 700–1200, depending on the test used. Mine had been steadily declining, until the day when they went below 200, and I was then considered to have AIDS. I had thought of myself, actually defined myself, as “only” HIV-positive. It was a point of pride. As long as I was “just” positive, I was beating the game. I was doing all the right things and I could say I was winning. But now that was over. Now I had “full-blown” AIDS. I had crossed a line, and there was no turning back. I would forever more be diagnosed with AIDS. It was devastating.
I wanted to give up. I wanted to lie down and die. I was tired of fighting. I was tired of living in a world where so many people would just as soon have homosexuals just disappear, and who seemed to believe that if it took something like AIDS to make that happen, well then “maybe that was just God’s plan.” I made plans to move back to San Francisco, essentially to give up and go home.
By this point, I was doing work with another spiritual teacher, a very heart-centered and caring woman named Amritam. It was around this time that Amritam pulled me aside and spoke to me very directly, very honestly from her heart. “What’s happening with you?” she asked. “Where is the fighter I have known?” She said to me, “I’m mad at you for giving up. I’m mad at me for not speaking up sooner. I want you back the way you were. I don’t want to lose you!”
I was really shook up. I didn’t know what to do. But I saw it clearly. I saw that she was right, that I was giving up. I saw clearly where I was heading. I would have moved back to San Francisco. I would have been surrounded by well-meaning people who would have held my hand and comforted me. They would have agreed with me that this was a terrible world. They would have been very loving while I quietly gave up and slowly died. I had watched so many friends do just that. And I was given a clear vision of my fate if I chose that road.
Instead, I stayed in Colorado. I kept doing more spiritual work, purifying more and more, doing more and more practice, continuing the fight to stay alive. Through Amritam, I was introduced to about a dozen spiritual masters from all around the world and practically every tradition. I did practices from Tibetan Buddhism. I chanted Hindu mantras. I did Native American ceremonies. I maintained relatively stable health for some time.
And then a big shift happened. I moved to Hawaii. And shortly after moving there, I became very, very ill. I had no job. I had no medical insurance. I was quickly running out of money. Again, Amritam stepped in. She directed some of my spiritual community to take me to the doctor, saying she didn’t care if she had to pay for it herself, I needed to go. The doctor took one look at me and said, “I need to run a couple of tests, but I think I am putting you right into the hospital.” I had developed AIDS-related pneumonia. My T-cell count had reached an all-time low of seven. Not a normal seven hundred, just seven. I had almost nothing left in my immune system to fight disease.
When I was in the hospital, I got a call from Amritam. She said, “You don’t have to die, you know. You have a choice.” I thought, “Is that what I am doing? Am I dying?” I thought dying would feel a lot worse than that! But yes, I was on the brink of dying. And I had a choice to make: did I want to stay, or did I want to go? I knew that the antibiotics that were being dripped into my arm were combatting the pneumonia. But my situation was touch and go. The doctors were asking me if it became necessary, would I want them to put me on life support or just let me go. I decided I wanted to live. I lay in my hospital bed chanting, meditating, and doing spiritual practice. And little by little, I got better. I became well enough to leave the hospital.
I went home and did even more practice. My friend Craig, from the Circle of Love, who had opened a yoga studio, sent me instructions for restorative yoga. I chanted. I prayed. I meditated. I spent at least four hours every day on my own healing. Slowly I got stronger. I remember going to the ocean to swim laps at a popular beach. The first day, I could only make one-half of a lap before having to drag myself, bleeding over the coral, to get out of the water. But I didn’t let that stop me, I got stronger and went back and swam a full lap. For several months, I kept recovering. But a few months after leaving the hospital, something else went wrong. I was starting to have seizures. We still don’t really know what these were. Some doctors think they were small strokes com
mon to people living with AIDS. Some doctors think they were neurological episodes. All I knew was that they were something I had seen in many of my friends when the end was getting near, when they only had about six months to live. I started to panic. How long did I have?
Then I found myself doing something that I do every once in a while. I sat myself down and I had a long talk with myself. I thought, “Well, Shunya, one of two things is happening: either you are dying, or you aren’t dying! So, if you are dying, then what?” And I thought, “Well, if I am dying, then I want to do it as consciously as possible. And I want to enjoy what time I have left. I want to spend it focusing on the love that I have in my life. That’s all that really matters!” So then, I thought, “Well, if I am not dying, that seems like a pretty good approach to the time I have left anyway! So maybe it doesn’t matter whether I am dying or not. Maybe I want to live my life as though I were anyway!”
And so I got better again. I kept swimming and grew stronger. I kept doing yoga and got healthier. I kept meditating and chanting, and kept purifying. I kept focusing on the love.
The next year, the clinical trials for combination therapy for HIV/AIDS concluded. There was strong evidence that the drugs they had used one by one before, like AZT, used in combination could actually work for people like me. I talked to my doctor and chose the strongest combination they had. I began taking these pills diligently—day in and day out. Pills that had to be taken on an empty stomach. Pills that had to be taken on a full stomach. Pills that had to be taken in the morning. Pills that had to be taken in the night. Pills that caused horrible diarrhea. Pills that caused neuropathy. Pills that caused weight loss. Pills that caused weight gain. Even one liquid medicine that had such a horrible taste that they tried to cover it up with, of all combinations, peppermint and caramel. It was vile, and I am one of the few people in Hawaii who was actually able to gag it down every day for months until it could be replaced with something easier to take.
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