A Morrie Update

Kathleen Westberg

February 15th, 2017, marks the anniversary when Morrie started his long journey fighting to regain his health. After waking up in the middle of the night with a strong, sharp pain in his right ear which he described as an ice pick type pain, the journey began.  The next morning upon awakening he had a  right-side facial droop. He went to his primary doctor who diagnosed Morrie with Bells Palsy.  He was told in a month or so his symptoms should lessen.  They did not and only got  worse. When he went back to the doctors they requested an MRI and noted an anomaly at the base of a nerve in Morrie’s head. The doctors were still  sure it was Bells Palsy. His face started to swell and a mass began forming.  This time another MRI was done and his neurologist noted it was cancer. He was referred to an oncologist…

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Otherworldly Experiences on My Journey

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For Life and its expressions are one. Each soul or entity will and does return, or cycle, as does nature in its manifestations about man; thus leaving, making or presenting—as it were—those in infallible, indelible truths that itLifeis continuous. And though there may be a few short years in this or that experience, they are one; the soul, the inner self being purified, being lifted up, that it may be one with that first cause, that first purpose for its coming into existence. (Edgar Cayce reading 938-1)

(This article is an exelderlycerpt from “Dying is Weird: A Journey of Enlightenment” and is republished from the Association for Research and Enlightenment’s Venture Inward web site blog.)

At the nursing home, my dad’s life was slowly ebbing away. He would frequently call out, “Let’s go, let’s go.” When I would ask him where he wanted to go, he would look at me puzzled, like I should have known exactly where he wanted to go.

Several days later as I was sitting pensively by my computer and thinking of my next task, all of a sudden an aroma filled the room. It was a different smell, hard to identify at first, but very familiar. As the scent filled my nostrils, I looked up and said, “Dad?” I immediately picked up the telephone and called the nursing home.

“How is my dad?” I asked, feeling anxious. The nurse said he was still the same the last time they checked on him.

“Are you sure he is all right?” I choked. “Do you think he is dying?”

“No way to tell,” she said, “He seems the same.”

“Okay, I will be there right after work as usual,” I said.

blue heartI left the office a little early that day. Something was nagging at me to get on my way, but the   harder I tried to leave work, the more I was delayed by one thing or another. I was thinking     how I wished I had trusted my intuition and insisted they check on him right away. Finally, I was on my way, driving the ten miles to see him. I started to drive very fast. I felt an urgency deep within my being. A city bus pulled out in front of me, and I almost sideswiped it. Okay, I   thought, that’s it, slow down and take it easy or you will never get here alive. I thought about the aroma during the drive. What did that mean? I had never experienced anything like that before. When I arrived at the home, I rushed to the door and was met by the nursing supervisor.

intuition“We tried to call you,” she said, “but you had already left. Your father just died.”

It was November 1, All Saints Day, a Catholic holiday. I considered that to be a bit ironic. Dad was anything but a saint, but he was a Catholic. Dying is so weird.’

Two weeks after Dad’s death, I was going through some of his belongings—a few small items and pictures that had meant a lot to him. I began reminiscing and touching each little article carefully. All of a sudden, I became aware of the same scent that had caught my attention a few weeks earlier.

“Oh my gosh, is that you, Dad?” I said out loud. The aroma lingered for a short time and then dissipated. My dad had made a visit, I was sure of it.

In the springtime of the following year, I visited my sister Loretta’s grave at a quaint little cemetery on the edge of town in the upper peninsula of Michigan—the place my sister had lived and died so long ago. Standing at the grave, I asked her if she had seen our dad yet. There it was again, that same scent that I associated with my dad, in the open air of the cemetery. Tears came to my eyes as I felt they indeed had connected. Maybe we all three had connected, but then again, maybe we had always been connected, more so than I could have ever imagined. It was a wonderful thought.

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Never one to be completely satisfied with being told how to think, I began searching for my own spiritual edge to hang on to when my religion left me unprepared to handle the deaths of my loved ones and the transitions that midlife brings. In the midst of my searching, I “accidentally” discovered Edgar Cayce and the A.R.E., which to this day I still use to expand my horizons. Because of Cayce, I have a renewed connection with God and have found that life brought me back to my creator and myself, and the gifts I discovered are innately a part of one’s being from inception.

For many an individual entity those things that are of sorrow are the greatest help for unfoldment. (Edgar Cayce reading 3209-2)

Minnesota’s Most Enduring Marriage

This is an excerpt from a  story that was printed in the Pioneer Press, Sunday July 19, 2015.

After more than 77 years of marriage, Maree was given a last chance to say farewell to her husband Pinky.  Two sons and a daughter carried his body to her room and lay him next to her.  Dad is gone, they told their  mom. When Maree grasped the news, she spoke to the man she married in 1937:  “Goodbye, sweetheart,” she said. “My sweetheart, goodbye.”  Failing health kept them farther apart in recent months, although they continued to share their home of the past 75 years. Pinky 98, was bedridden for the past 6 months and Maree who will be 99 soon, lost her eyesight and much of her hearing and also is bedridden.  They were in separate rooms for the past several months.

Maree was depressed after going blind several months ago, her son said, but at Pinky’s 98th birthday celebration this year, her daughter got their mother to sing again.  One of her favorite songs is, “I Wish I Didn’t Love You So”.  They had a deep abiding love.

It was the grace with which Pinky handled those last months that made his family proud. He exhibited strength and gratitude telling family and friends how much he loved them

In the moments after Pinky’s death, something the family describes as a miracle occurred.  Pinky’s room  suddenly and inexplicably, was filled with an overwhelming aroma of roses.  The priest who officiated at Pinky’s funeral said the rose fragrance is deeply significant in the Eastern Orthodox faith.  The aroma is considered symbolic of God’s presence.  The same phenomenon occurred at the end of Pinky’s funeral as the casket was being carried out. Pinky’s son said he had never experienced anything like that.  “It was such a gift to us,” he said, “about the presence of God.  It brought so much peace. He had a good life and a beautiful death.”

Edgar Cayce, clairvoyance and holistic healing

New York Times bestselling author Sydney Kirkpatrick, speaking about the research process for his latest book, True Tales from the Cayce Archiveswhich was co-written with his wife, Nancy Kirkpatrick. Sydney wrote one of the definitive biographies of Edgar Cayce, Edgar Cayce, an American Prophet

“You can know more about Edgar Cayce now, in this day and age, than ever before.  Science is finally catching up with Edgar Cayce.  Spirituality – we get it, and we can have more insights than we’ve ever had before.  It’s a better time to study this.”

– Sydney Kirkpatrick

“I think Cayce is still so far ahead of science today, and concepts for living.  I find some of the medical information the most interesting, in terms of science catching up.  Cayce talked years ago about color in food, and now we know about phytonutrients and how color brings certain elements in nutrition.  Sometimes he recommended that a person eat all yellow foods, as an example.  And alkaline and acid balance – he gave thousands of readings on that, and we can now go out and buy books on it.”

– Nancy Kirkpatrick

More than any other teacher, mentor or writer, Edgar Cayce has had the greatest influence in my awareness and understanding. The contents of this blog as well as the context of my book, Dying is Weird: A Journey of Enlightenment would be incomplete without mentioning something about Edgar Cayce and his life’s work as a healer and clairvoyant.  Cayce is the most documented clairvoyant in history, and there are 14,306 written records of specific readings that he gave on a vast range of subjects.  Most of Cayce’s readings were personal healings done for people with various kinds of illnesses and health conditions.  Cayce would go into a trance state, and he somehow was able to scan a person’s body and received precise information on that person’s physiological organs and overall physical health.  In his trance state he often used medical terms that he was unfamiliar with, but were well known to doctors.

In 1905, Cayce told doctors how to heal a badly broken leg of a Hopkinsville, Kentucky man, George Dalton, by inserting a nail into the broken bone.  The doctors had told Dalton that he would never walk again, but after following Cayce’s instructions Dalton recovered and was able to walk again, despite the dire predictions.  Many people believe that this was the first time in medical history of the use of a nail to heal a broken bone.  In 1911 doctors told Edgar Cayce’s wife Gertrude that she was going to die of tuberculosis, and she followed her husband’s treatment directions, and she recovered quickly.  In later years, Edgar’s son Hugh Lynn Cayce accidentally burned his eye, and asked for a reading.  He was told by doctors he would never be able to see through his damaged eye again, but Cayce’s reading prescribed a specific kind of compress that restored his son’s vision.

Cayce’s predictions were amazingly detailed in terms of medical information.

“His psychologic terms would do credit to any professor of anatomy… while in his normal state he is an illiterate man, especially along the line of medicine, surgery or pharmacy, of which he knows nothing,” one doctor said.

As word spread of Cayce’s clairvoyant abilities, articles were written about him in local newspapers and the New York Times and he soon became famous as a healer.  However, Cayce was concerned that the publicity was a distraction from the importance of the healing work, and he never charged anyone for his readings; he only accepted donations. Cayce’s readings covered an amazing range of health issues, from childbirth, longevity, multiple sclerosis and spinal cord injuries to arthritis, cancer and psoriasis.  He is sometimes called the Father of Holistic Medicine, as he was ahead of his time in his descriptions of the human body, and advocating for a balanced approach of healing integrating the mind, body and spirit.  The treatments that were channeled often involved the use of unusual electrotherapy, ultraviolet light, diet, massage, crystal gemstones and rest and relaxation.

It’s hard to assess the scope of Cayce’s clairvoyance, because his readings covered many topics beyond healing, including business dealings, oil drilling, predictions about the 1929 stock market crash, the Great Depression, World War II as well as metaphysical and philosophical other subjects.  Many well-known people sought guidance from Cayce; Thomas Edison received readings on the nature of electricity, Woodrow Wilson received readings on his heart condition, and Nikola Tesla, George Gershwin and Nelson Rockefeller also received readings.

Cayce dreamed of establishing a hospital where patients could receive the help they needed with their healing.  In 1925 Cayce was guided through his readings to move to Virginia Beach, Virginia, to carry out his healing work.  Eventually he established the Association for Research and Enlightenment (A.R.E.) in Virginia Beach, which houses the original archives of all his various readings and correspondence.  The A.R.E. is a great resource and has been a wonderful part of my life; in fact, I saw Dr. Eben Alexander give a presentation through the A.R.E. and of course, I was profoundly moved by what he had to say about death and the afterlife.

In the process of reading my book, asking questions about death or healing, I hope people will learn more about Edgar Cayce and the classes, workshops and resources available through the A.R.E.

“I do not believe there is a single individual who does not have this same ability I have,” Edgar Cayce said.  “If they were only willing to pay the price of detachment and self-interest to develop this information.”

You can visit the A.R.E. web site and learn more about the life and legacy of Edgar Cayce at http://www.edgarcayce.org/.

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Jim Carrey: Spirituality, death and experiencing non-local and absolute consciousness

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Jim Carrey believes death will be an awesome moment – “such a welcome experience” – and he describes it as an elevated state of consciousness that he can reach at times in a heightened state of awareness.  Carrey feels he can “get there” at certain times when he is in his most profound spiritual mindfulness. Beyond zooming around in a Lamborghini with Jerry Seinfeld and visiting Carrey’s art studio (he’s a prolific painter), Carrey also talks about experiencing his consciousness as being “non-local” and the difference between the “relative” and the “absolute.” Carrey describes the relative is “what you relate to,” while the absolute “is the truth of consciousness being everything.” There’s an abiding wisdom in this conversation that is at times hilarious, disjointed and full of insights.

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