She firmly believed the Edgar Cayce readings that stated that the activities of the parents during pregnancy would determine the kind of child they attracted.
She came to know the baby’s schedule—when he was active and when he rested. She tried to match her schedule to his, to be ready.
Once, when she was about six or seven months along, the baby asked if he could leave for a while. Susan agreed and later found out that the baby’s father had been in an accident at that time, hurting his hand. She knew then that there was indeed a bond between the two; however, that bond has not yet been realized in her son’s incarnate life.
David, born two weeks early, was very confused by the white walls of the hospital. He looked into his mother’s eyes and wanted to know where all those leaves and animals were that she had pictured for him. She laughed out loud and explained that the two of them had to stay in this place for a few days and then he could see everything. He trusted her.
While David was still very young, mother and son began communicating about the pictures they saw when asleep. David had terrible nightmares, leaving him so stiff with fright that his mother could hold his heels and head without his body bending. His first word was at six months: light. This word was followed soon by another: man. He was also terrified of fire and hot things. By the time he was a year old, David was talking about the man with a light coming after him while he was hiding. This went on until he was four years old.
One day when David was four, he sat next to his mother as they watched a Disney movie, Bedknobs and Broomsticks. At the end of it, Nazi soldiers landed on an island. Although no one in the story was hurt or even captured, Susan watched her son curl into a fetal position in his chair. She reached over to him and asked if these were the men in his dream.
“Yes,” said David.
Susan responded, “See, they’re not real. They’re just in a movie.”
David never had the dream again.
The two of them spent long periods watching butterflies drinking from flowers or birds eating the food bits that David and Susan had set out for them. David seemed to have a special way of communicating with all these small creatures.
Many years later, David told his mother that whenever he had been sick or hurt, he paid attention to what his body did to heal itself. Later, he would do the same when healing others.
Now employed in the emergency medical services field, David uses his gifts to make himself more aware of the conditions of his patients. At the scene of an accident, David first goes to the car to “sense” the seriousness of what has happened to the patient. From the residual energy in the vehicle, he can tell the degree of injury and determine what level of care the patient will require. Once with the patient, he checks the pulse to determine what the body is doing. While doing this, he actually sees the heart and how it beats. He sees the blood vessels as to whether they are relaxing or constricting. When he listens to people breathe, he can see how much of the lungs are opening up. The people who work with David have come to trust his “judgments.” David sees all this as being quite commonplace and does not understand why everyone cannot do it.
David continually explores furthering his gifts by trying to develop new ways to help. Currently he is trying to learn how to lessen pain for his patients as well as to facilitate their self-healing. Knowing what a particular drug would do for the body, he tries to give the body the same message himself to possibly prevent the need for the medication. He is not working on his other gifts at this time, except for his ability to find lost things, as this is a frequent problem for him!
Faith
Faith’s mother, Patricia, had prayed all her life that she be given a personal mission that would show her dear Lord how very deeply she loved Him. Once she dreamed that she stood holding a baby wrapped in a blanket. The top half of the blanket was pink; the other half was black, with stunningly brilliant stars shining on the black bottom part, as if in a night sky.
Throughout her life but especially after the breakup of her second marriage, Patricia found her faith sustained through daily contact with her Lord and also through the uplifting philosophies and messages of Edgar Cayce’s psychic readings. It was into this environment that her daughter, Faith, was born. Soon it became apparent that the baby had multiple disabilities—including hydrocephalus, developmental delays, impaired fine-motor coordination, and an inability to speak—along with constant crying and frequent vomiting. Patricia merely set an intention that her daughter was going to be well and vowed her dedication to help Faith be all that she could be.
When Faith was two years old, a neighbor warned Patricia that she had observed the child’s father on numerous occasions deliberately hurt the toddler whenever he was alone with her outdoors. Understanding the implications, Patricia realized that this marriage, too, would need to end. However, she also knew that at least one very precious part of the union would continue to be in her life—Faith.
Patricia worked two jobs to make ends meet. However, Faith continued to have frequent episodes of violent vomiting. Her frantic mother looked for some way to get medical help for her child, and eventually she found that the only way for Faith to have the help she needed was to give the child’s custodial rights over to the state. Through many hours spent in prayer with her Lord and despite countless tears, Patricia was at last able to do this, and she was also finally able to arrange for Faith’s placement in a well-rated residential school fifty miles away.
Because Patricia was determined to continue her close relationship with Faith in spite of the long work week and intervening miles, she put in many hours driving between her home and the school, spending every weekend with her daughter. Many times Patricia would bring Faith back home with her so that they could walk together along the beach and garner nature’s healing.
One morning Patricia awoke very early, knowing that she needed to go to Faith immediately. When she got to the living facility where Faith was the only female resident, Patricia found that the previous day’s aide, at the end of her shift, had simply gone home, leaving the disabled children in the cottage totally alone overnight, since no one had come in to supervise the next shift.
After making calls to all the listed emergency phone numbers without anyone ever answering, Patricia was furious as well as incredulous. Finally she was able to reach the school’s director and tell him about the untenable situation, but all she received for her pains were his anger and resentment, directed at her.
As quickly as possible, Patricia arranged for Faith to come back home to live, but unfortunately this meant that Patricia had to quit working in order to give Faith the home care she needed. Because of Faith’s continued chronic vomiting episodes, the children’s hospital became their second home. On several occasions, Faith and Patricia were sent to the psychiatric department of the hospital and Patricia was accused of abusing her daughter—with doctors pressing Patricia to admit that this was the source of Faith’s screaming and vomiting. If Patricia—who would have done anything to help her daughter—had possessed less strength or faith, these allegations would have completely crushed her. As it was, she was able to absorb them, fight to have her daughter’s real needs looked at, and pray, pray, pray. Her prayer was always, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”
Measuring multiple medications, enduring eleven extensive operations, experiencing Faith’s two clinical deaths—life for Patricia and Faith was anything but easy. Faith also had recurring bouts of hydrocephalus, which were eventually taken care of at Boston Hospital.
Nurses often tried to tell Patricia that Faith would never be well, but Patricia’s unshakable belief in her Lord and in His overarching divine plan for Faith’s life
