Vol. 34 No. 58 - I AM the Witness - November 17, 1991
I AM the Witness
Dear Mother,
During the Jesus’ “Watch With Me” Vigil of the Hours recently, I looked at the statue of Kuan Yin on the altar and was reminded of the miracles that I had witnessed through her blessed presence, her name and her rosary.
I was working overseas as a doctor in anesthesia when I applied to go to Summit University. I went to S.U. and returned home to my own country to take up another anesthesia position in a large women’s hospital. It was a busy regional center for obstetrics and gynecology with an excellent anesthesia department, which took all of the difficult cases from the rest of the state.
My first day on the job after S.U. I was assigned to help one of the consultants. He was about to put a lady to sleep for removal of an ovarian cyst, a routine case that would take about an hour.
I said my usual prayers quietly under my theater mask, calling to the Masters and angels for protection and guidance. I have found that these prayers really work and no one need ever know that they are given.
I would ask for patients to be taken to the etheric octave during the operation so that they would not be caught on the astral plane. When I did this, I found that patients woke up much more smoothly and easily, with less side effects and unpleasant dreams, etc.
In addition, while the patients were asleep I would talk to them as if they were able to hear. (Many studies show that some patients are able to recall things said at an operation even though they are unable to feel pain or be aware of the operation.) I would whisper in their ear that the operation was going well, that they would wake up comfortably and without pain and let them know what was happening to them.
I remember one patient who had to have recurrent operations. Every three months she would be put to sleep for a short procedure lasting only ten minutes but she would spend the next three days vomiting and very unwell. The doctors had tried everything to alleviate the problem but nothing worked.
When it came my turn to put her to sleep during one of her visits, I had no option but to give her the same anesthetic she had received many times before. When I saw her post-operatively she was sitting up in bed, delighted that for the first time in several years she was not vomiting! When she asked me what I had done, I told her she had been given a regular anesthetic but I had simply prayed for her. I told her she could pray for herself next time, no matter who gave the anesthetic.
Prayer works very well for labor and childbirth. Part of my hospital work was to help women having difficult or painful labors or caesarean sections. The nurses would call to say that someone needed to have an anesthetic for a labor that was not progressing as it should. Instead of taking the lift down to the delivery room, I would take the stairwell that was used infrequently. On my way down five flights of stairs, I would make calls to the Masters, angels and Kuan Yin to help that lady, to remove the blocks to the flow of the labor and to assist the child. It was amazing to me that often by the time I got there the labor had suddenly progressed and I had arrived in time to see a baby being born. The nurses would grin, look at me and say, “Guess we don’t need you after all!”
Some of the nurses caught on and if someone was having a difficult labor they would call me to come down, even if the person did not need my services. They said that a lot of times the labor would start moving!
I have seen many examples of the heavenly hosts’ intercession to produce the best of possible results in medical and surgical care. They will be a part of every team if we invite them. Anyone having an operation or procedure can ask for the Masters and angels to overshadow those involved in their care and ask others to pray and decree for them.
A friend of mine had a difficult, painful labor that was not progressing. A group of five of us gave the decree to Astrea thirty-six times. Her husband called to say it had made all the difference in the world. Shortly after, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
Back to the lady having the operation to remove the cyst. She had told me that she did not think she would wake up after the operation. We did our best to reassure her and tell her that we were there to see that she got the best of care. Once she was asleep in the operating theater, I leaned over and felt her abdomen, something that I do not normally do, as we are usually very busy with other details.
The lump, or “cyst,” was about the size of a small orange but I was alarmed to feel that it pulsated beneath my hand. This usually indicates that the lump is very vascular–i.e., it has a good blood supply or it may contain blood. It is a warning sign to surgeons that the blood loss could be more than usual.
I asked the surgeon about it as he scrubbed up. He had of course noticed it, too, but the radiology and ultrasound reports had assured him that it was a transmitted pulsation–which meant that the cyst rested on a nearby blood vessel that transmitted its pulsation to the cyst, causing it to move with the pulse. They had even done extra tests to be sure.
The operation began and once the surgeon got to the cyst, bleeding started and it was more than usual. As he progressed, the bleeding got worse and would not stop. It took him some time to determine where the bleeding was coming from.
In the meantime the operation had changed from routine to emergency. Emergency procedures were put into action, extra staff arrived. We suddenly had three more surgeons, including a general surgeon and a vascular surgeon (a specialist who operates on blood vessels).
Two anesthetists helped us to put in extra intravenous lines to cope with the blood loss. Two nursing staff kept us supplied with intravenous fluids and blood that we could quickly transfuse into the patient. The theater quickly filled with people working very hard. It was an enormous undertaking to tend to all the details needed to keep her alive.
At times the bleeding would ease off but it always began again. One surgeon spent all his time just suctioning up the blood that welled from the wound.
Gradually a clearer picture emerged to explain what had happened. The patient had undergone a hysterectomy some months before, performed by the same surgeon. He had inadvertently tied off a small artery, which had then become swollen to an enormous size over the succeeding months. What I had felt in her abdomen was not an ovarian cyst at all but a large dilated artery called an aneurism. The surgeon had cut into this swollen artery thinking it was a cyst, changing a routine case into major surgery.
The operation had begun at 8 a.m. It was now almost 1 p.m. The patient had received massive amounts of fluid, including forty units of blood, but it did not replace what she was losing. It looked like we would lose her despite all our efforts.
Her blood pressure, which had been holding, got lower and lower. Her heart was failing. The beep of the cardiac monitor got slower as her pulse got fainter–fifty, forty, thirty and dropping. We had tried everything–all of the cardiac drugs–and life support was being used.
The pulse dropped to twenty, then ten. The surgeon was in despair. Exhausted, he put down his instruments. There was nothing more he could do. We could no longer get a blood pressure at all.
Five, four, three, two, one. We all stared at the last single heartbeat that moved forlornly across the monitor. We had no more drugs to give and one of our major intravenous lines had just packed up.
At this point I called to Kuan Yin under my mask: “Kuan Yin, help!” I almost don’t know why I did because it seemed so hopeless. Maybe I had remembered that Kuan Yin is known as “the court of last resort.”
The very next second the heartbeat picked up and got stronger and stronger. Everyone could hear it on the monitor. We could now feel a pulse and get a blood pressure reading when we could do neither the minute before.
The blood pressure continued to climb and reach normal limits. The tense atmosphere in the theater was gone. Everyone looked around and asked, “What happened?” The surgeon asked us what we had done.
Nothing. We had nothing left to do. We had tried all of our drugs to no avail. We weren’t even able to give as much blood as before because one of the intravenous lines had just given up. There was no outward explanation for the sudden turn of events.
The bleeding stopped. They quickly finished the operation and closed the abdomen. The patient was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit and we waited anxiously for her to wake up. I wished that I had thought of Kuan Yin much earlier in the operation and was concerned that I had done the wrong thing in calling to her at all at such a late stage.
Although the patient was alive, we were worried that the massive blood loss and the prolonged low blood pressure had left her with permanent disability: at the least a stroke or at worst a coma from which she would not awake. But she did wake up and was coherent and alert. Her right arm was paralyzed but there was no other damage.
She spent five days in I.C.U. The arm began to improve and she recovered well by the time she left the hospital.
When she returned for her checkup you could not tell that the arm had ever been paralyzed. What a miracle! She became the subject of a case study at the hospital and all were at a loss to explain the dramatic turn of events.
Not surprisingly, my family all developed a great attraction to Kuan Yin. We did not know it then but the Kuan Yin Rosary was about to be released and we had all been reading the book Bodhisattva of Compassion by John Blofeld. <1> We had remarked on the great presence of Kuan Yin that seemed to come through the book. We felt that we got to know her as a person, someone who was very real and who really cared.
We looked for statues of Kuan Yin–without much success. One day we drove through the Chinese section of town and glanced towards a shop window. We all called out together “Kuan Yin!” because we saw in the window a large Kuan Yin statue!
The store owner, a Chinese newsagent, was astounded to meet Westerners who were devotees of Kuan Yin. What had caught our eye was a large, 3-1/2-foot statue of Kuan Yin. But upon closer examination, we found that the whole display window was full of Kuan Yin statues, all shapes and sizes. What a find! We were excited and so was the owner–he had just had the shipment delivered.
We took several statues home, each person choosing the style and personality that appealed to him. There was an amazing variety. I chose the large one in the window. I just felt that I couldn’t leave without her. It seemed that she wanted to come home with me. I wrapped her in my coat and sat her in the back seat with the seat belt safely buckled around her until we got her home. She had a lovely smile and took pride of place in a corner of our chapel.
About this time a second “miracle” occurred. I had left anesthesia to join a private family medical practice. I was having a very busy day at work. Everyone seemed to be sick, some of them seriously so. Everyone seemed to need counseling and I was way behind. The waiting room overflowed. We had a very busy practice anyway, but this was really “one of those days.”
That morning I had seen several pregnant women (some just teenagers) all wanting to have abortions. This is always heartbreaking for me and I try to take the time to talk to them and explain the ramifications of their decision. Most often I find that they have no concept of the life that they are carrying and are quite ill-informed.
My next patient came into the room, a pretty, petite Chinese woman who spoke only a little English, not one of my regulars. She brought her daughter with her, a lovely little girl about two years old. As her sad story unfolded, she started to cry and her little girl was in tears too.
The woman was about fourteen weeks pregnant but her husband was not the father of the child. She was unhappy in her marriage. Her Chinese husband was very strict and often did not show her much affection although he loved her. She had a very brief affair, an ill-fated one-night liaison, while her husband was out of town on business. She regretted it immediately and never saw the man again. But much to her horror, she discovered she was pregnant.
She knew by her dates that her husband could not be the father of her child. She knew her husband would never understand–he would know that he was not the father and would divorce her immediately. In her mind it was unthinkable to have the baby. It would look like the father–tall, blond and blue eyed. She had to get an abortion. There was no other choice in her mind.
To make matters worse, she had taken a Chinese medicine to try to get rid of the baby but it had not worked. Now she was worried that if she did keep the baby, it would be deformed or harmed in some way.
While she cried I explained all of the pros and cons to her. We discussed all of her options in broken English but she could see no alternative to an abortion. I sat with her, held her hand, gave her a hug and remembered Kuan Yin, for cases to be despaired of!
I usually never mention my beliefs to patients but for some reason I knew it was right to talk to this lady about Kuan Yin. I asked her if she believed in Kuan Yin. She was astounded that I knew about her and stopped crying. Yes, she believed in Kuan Yin but had not prayed to her since her childhood. Her mother had been a devotee and had taught her the mantras. I recited one of them for her and she knew it, too.
Somehow things started to look up. I cannot explain why, as nothing had changed in her outward circumstances. She agreed not to do anything until she came back to see me and we could discuss things some more. She returned a couple of days later, totally changed. She had decided to keep the baby and had told her husband, who was delighted that she was pregnant and hoped for a son to carry on the family name. He did not ask any questions and she never told him about the affair, as she felt that everything would turn out right.
She came to see me during the rest of the pregnancy, even though she lived some distance away, and she always gave me a big hug and a kiss when she saw me because we shared a secret together.
When the baby was born, it was an easy birth. It was a boy and, wonder of wonders, he looked just like her husband! Everyone remarked upon it. She came to see me again to thank me but I told her to thank Kuan Yin. I still have the picture that she gave me of her miracle baby.
On that same hectic day, another of my regular patients had decided to have an abortion and had gone ahead with it. I had prayed to Kuan Yin for all of my patients that day who were pregnant and considering abortion. Not long afterwards this patient and her husband became ill. She developed a pelvic infection that took months to clear with treatment and her husband developed a chest infection and asthma for the first time in his life.
She had been brought up Catholic and was very devout in her own way but no longer went to church. She would often remark to me that she knew it had been wrong to have the abortion but she had wanted to please her husband. She felt that the illnesses were a result of the abortion and she hoped that the soul of the child she had lost would one day return to her so that she could bring it into the world.
I found very often, when I talked to women who were considering abortion, that abortion was something that they really did not want. They often developed illnesses afterwards. They often felt guilty and felt that these illnesses were due to their having taken another life.
I would share their experiences with others who were in similar circumstances and would tell them that this is what others had told me–that there is a great sense of loss and grief that does not always manifest right away but can surface in many different forms in many ways even years later. Women are very sensitive to their bodies and will almost always tell you what they really feel if you give them the license and the opportunity to do so.
The next intercession of Kuan Yin is one which is very dear to my heart because it involves my family. We had heard the call of the Masters to become physically and spiritually prepared for survival and wanted to be obedient to that call. My parents had wanted to sell their home so that they could have money for the necessary food, shelter and survival preparations for all of us as well as the move to the Inner Retreat, as we felt that this was the correct place for us.
They put the house on the market but real estate was having a recession in our state and the prospects did not look good. We had a price in mind that we thought was the right one, which would enable us to do all that we had to. We waited and waited and prayed and decreed but nothing happened.
Finally one night, while we were on vacation out of town, the idea occurred to us to give Kuan Yin’s Crystal Rosary <2> together from beginning to end, naming all of our problems, and see what Kuan Yin could do. So we sat together and went through the whole booklet with the three cassettes and then went to sleep.
The next day after we arrived back home, the real estate agent said we had a buyer for our home at exactly the price we wanted. Four weeks later we arrived at the Inner Retreat and made our preparations. We are grateful that we have not had to use them so far but it is a wonderful security knowing that they are there.
I recently needed Kuan Yin again. I had waited two and a half years for my status as a resident of the United States to become finalized so that I could join your staff. I was originally told that the process could take one to two years. After waiting that period of time, I was told I would have to wait another one to two years. Almost in despair, I called upon Kuan Yin again, told her of my plight and gave her rosary from beginning to end three times through within a week.
To my great joy, a letter arrived the very next week. It stated that the long-awaited interview would be next month. Six weeks later, I arrived at the Royal Teton Ranch with my permanent resident visa and joined your staff, thanks to the swift intercession of Kuan Yin once again.
I am grateful for the presence of Beloved Kuan Yin in my life and I would encourage anyone who has not felt her presence and intercession to try her. Try her Crystal Rosary, try her mantras, read about her in the two-volume set of Pearls–Kuan Yin Opens the Door to the Golden Age <3> –which the Messengers have published, and get to know her.
When all else fails, she truly is the “court of last resort.”
Happy to be Home at last,
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