Our Dog Faith’s
Miraculous Healing
Hope and Faith Palmer are our beloved nine-year-old Maltese
dogs. I have become the kind of devoutly passionate dog and animal lover that I
used to judge, - “How can you love your animals that much?! What about your children?!”
Our dogs, Hope and Faith, (both of their middle names are
Charity), light up my heart every day and remind me what matters.
One day last winter, seemingly out of nowhere, we noticed a
very large bulge in the back of Faith’s neck. And just as suddenly, every time
she tried to walk, she immediately fell over onto her side, helpless to get
back up again.
I responded with the predictability of Pavlov’s dog. Every
time I saw Faith lying there helpless, unable to get back up, my eyes would well
up with tears. I'd pick her up, and pray for a miracle.
My husband and I took her to our veterinarian, one of the
most patient and positive physicians I have ever met. Whenever I had brought
Hope and Faith to her with a hurt hip or food allergies, she had always calmed
and reassured me with her smiling demeanor and holistic remedies.
Not this time. Usually upbeat and chatty, our vet examined
Faith’s large hump in utter silence. She asked if we could take Faith to the
hallway behind the examination room to watch Faith walk. Our vet stood at one
end of the hallway and asked us to walk towards her. Faith tried to take a step
towards the good doctor, and fell over on her side. I carried my crippled
dog back to the examination room.
Our vet closed the door and handed me a box of tissues. She
said she believed that Faith had a herniated disk, which was blocking her
mobility, and recommended surgery. She suggested that we get a second
opinion from a specialist, and referred us to a leading animal neurologist in
Los Angeles.
When we arrived at the specialist’s office the following
day, she asked if she could borrow Faith for some tests, and said they would
return shortly. Faith fixed her on me as she disappeared down the hallway in
the arms of this stranger.
I prayed and paced. Tom sat, trying to appear calm, holding
onto Hope in his lap. When they returned, the neurologist stoically
remarked, “Faith has a very sweet demeanor,” and then launched into her
recommendation for surgery.
With only a 50% success rate, Faith would also have to be
sedated and motionless in a small pen to recuperate from the surgery for
six-weeks. When I asked the specialist about Faith's quality of life during her
recuperation weeks, she responded that, if the surgery worked, Faith would have
a better quality of life once she fully recovered from it...as long as it
worked.
All I could hear was
that still small voice inside of me screaming at the top of its lungs, "No!
Just say no! Dear God, there must be a better way!”
I begged. I bargained. I Googled. Determined to find a
humane healing for Faith, I schlepped her to an animal acupuncturist and a pet
masseur, without any noticeable results.
Months earlier, I had joined Marci Shimoff, Janet Attwood,
and Debra Poneman, my friends and the author-narrators of My Wake UP Call to Love, My Wake UP Call to Passion, and My Wake UPCall to Success Motivational Alarm Clock Messages, at a Pranic Healing
weekend workshop in Los Angeles. Prana is a Sanskrit word that means
life-force. Pranic Healing practitioners learn to send healing energy through
their hands with their unique no-touch healing modality.
Having personally experienced its healing benefits, I
decided to ask two local Pranic Healers, Ellen and Ray Morano, if they thought
they could heal a dog. They responded, "Absolutely. Pranic Healing works
with all living beings."
I brought Faith to one of the free weekly Pranic Healing
clinics in the Los Angeles area. Ray suggested that I sit down and hold Faith
in my lap. He said a silent prayer and began holding his hands a few inches
above Faith’s bulging vertebrae. After several minutes, he said, “The lump is
gone! “ I asked incredulously. “The lump is gone?!”
Ray responded matter-of-factly, as though he was not
describing a modern day miracle, “Yes, the lump is gone."
Wow! Ray was right! The lump was completely gone! Ray
suggested that I put Faith on the floor to let her walk. I lifted her from my
lap, put her on the floor, and watch her scamper away, as if her neurological
nightmare had just been a bad dream.
Three months later in Santa Monica, a Pit-bull mix ran out
of nearby apartment and grabbed Faith at the nape of her neck, and started
shaking her like a rag doll. I've since learned that this is how they render
their victims helpless, by first breaking their necks.
I started shrieking somewhat incoherently, “Jesus, please
help us!! Jesus!! Help!!” The Pit-bull owner came running out, and pried open
the dog’s mouth, with the help of my husband. Faith landed on the ground, shaking
like a leaf.
But, miraculously, her neck had not been broken by the
Pit-bull! Faith shook for two straight days. She had two black and blue marks –
and that was it! I kept feeling that Pranic Healing had somehow super fortified
her neck three months earlier!
Now, Faith only has only side effect from the Pit-bull
attack. Every time she first meets a large dog, she barks defensively, as if to
say, “Don’t you dare mess with me!”
For the record, I am not affiliated with Pranic Healing. I
am, however, wholeheartedly grateful for Faith’s miraculous healing, and
believe in paying it forward by sharing it with you, just like Janet Attwood,
Marci Shimoff and Debra Poneman did for me.
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