Death Gives Way to the Power of Superior Consciousness

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Death Gives Way to the Power of Superior Consciousness

There was child full of life and joy, growing up without any health problems. But at around the age of eight, he displayed some symptoms that worried his father. While playing, or engaged in any other kind of activity, the boy would freeze for two or three minutes and stare fixedly in front of him as if he were perceiving something. And then, he would tell his parents he was seeing images in front of his eyes. These intermittent problems lasted for about a month.

This condition began to preoccupy the father who, because he also had an epileptic sister, feared his son may be afflicted with the same disease. Even though the mother didn't feel this was an important connection, the parents still brought the child to a neurologist. The father described his son's so-called symptoms to the doctor, who decided to give him a neurological examination followed by an electro-encephalogram. In his diagnosis, the neurologist told the father that the child was indeed an epileptic and that he needed medication three times a day. The mother, who had come for the consultation, wanted to make sure that these drugs wouldn't be harmful to the child. The doctor said no, but she sensed that they were in fact dangerous.

In spite of this inner warning, she complied and began giving the medication to the child who, ten days later, started vomiting. The mother phoned the doctor straight away to ask him if this problem was caused by the absorption of the medication. Once again, the doctor answered no and told her to continue giving the medication. A week later, the child developed "Lyell syndrome", which is a complete poisoning of the body's cells. The child was immediately brought to the hospital but unfortunately, the doctors couldn't do anything for him.

I then decided to stay by his side and take care of him day and night. One week later, the doctors told me that he couldn't survive this way and they advised me to have him placed in another hospital. I asked them if I could be by the child's side at this other hospital. "No," they answered. I then decided that the child had to stay where he was and I totally rejected their verdict. I knew he would recover and even though his body's cells were being destroyed, I stimulated him to react to life and after three weeks of struggle against death, he was saved. I could see the power of God regenerating his cells and his body regaining a normal composure.

I asked for an authorization to have him leave the hospital, so I could continue to take care of him at my house. The doctors didn't object. I kept the child by my side for one year in order to continue my healing work. After that, his body had a totally normal development.

In this case of poisoning by medication, medicine couldn't do anything, it was totally powerless. And yet, this child is now a twenty-two year old man, and the epitome of health.

During this ordeal, even though the child's body was in tatters, ravaged by the destruction of its cells, I remained steadfast and kept faith that he would heal. And so I observed how the power of God is at work even under the most extreme circumstances.

During the boy's hospital stay, the doctors got in touch with the neurologist. He looked up the boy's chart and realized he had mixed up the encephalogram with someone else's. In fact, the child was not an epileptic. The images he was seeing before his eyes were simply visions of the astral universe. Just think how many errors can be made out of ignorance.