style="font-size:15px;"> “I don’t know,” he said. I can only tell you what I’m seeing here in your ‘Mound of Mercury.’” After he said that, I could tell by the look on his face that the reading was over.
I got up and walked away, thinking about what Angel had said to me seven months before. “You crossed over and came back with knowledge you’re meant to share with the rest of us—not just us, but with the world, man.”
Making the transition that Rick predicted wasn’t easy for me. Getting me to do so was an uphill battle for the souls. They got my attention the only way they could . . . by slowly causing the requests for readings with me to gradually come to a grinding halt.
Prologue
by Sofia Pico-Ambrosio
Just prior to meeting my husband Anthony, I had recently given up on a twelve-year marriage. It had not been a very fulfilling or supportive marriage, to say the least. In fact, I was at the lowest point in my life. I felt as if I were dead inside. There was no joy, no hope, and no self-esteem. I had no idea that my life was about to change drastically.
The minute I met Anthony, I was convinced that I knew him but could not think of how. I reviewed my whole life and could not explain it. I just knew that I knew him. Months later he let me in on a secret. He had seen in his meditations that I was going to be coming into his life. He knew where and about when we would meet and that I was of Spanish descent with short, curly brown hair.
He was an amazing person who was incredibly funny, kind, generous, caring, nonjudgmental, supportive, incredibly intelligent, and an “open book” as he would say, a true friend, (I could go on and on . . . ). On top of all of this, he was also an amazing and talented healer. Gods’ healing energy streamed through his hands. Of course, God used him to channel His energy. Anthony’s heart and intent were as pure as no other I’ve ever seen! He was a chiropractor who decided he was going to create a practice, different from any other, where the goal was to get people well enough that they wouldn’t need to come back. This demanded a huge sacrifice on his part which required much longer hours and produced a much lower income than the average chiropractor. Needless to say, it worked. People, who had used many other therapies and had not found success in relieving their pain, diseases, or other conditions, finally found it with him. Without spending a penny in advertising, he had a full practice with a year-long waiting list, all from word-of-mouth referrals. I can’t tell you how many times I have met people who had nothing but adoring things to tell me about Anthony once they knew I was his wife. They would say, “He changed my life. He helped me with an emotional problem I’d had all my life. Oh, and he also fixed my back!!!!!!” He would spend countless unpaid hours just talking to people, giving them hope and spiritual advice. Even the cable guy, who came to hook up Anthony’s service, was so appreciative of his help that he gave him his personal number and said, “If you ever need any help with anything, call me anytime.”
People were extremely grateful because they had never experienced someone going out of his way to help them as Anthony had done. He didn’t care about money. He cared about people! Of the patients he had treated who had cancer and tumors, eleven experienced a near or full reversal of the disease. And he always made people laugh. This was part of the package. He also successfully treated numerous so-called “incurable” conditions and diseases with just his “bare hands.” And he never took credit for it. He always said, “The Big Guy (pointing to the sky) did it.”
Being around Anthony was like a ray of sunshine. I could not wait until I got to see him again.
Eventually we started dating, and my life took a complete 180 degree turn. I went from feeling unloved to experiencing the deepest, most fulfilling, supportive, and passionate pure love I have ever known. It was everything I had ever hoped for and more! Our lives were filled with affection, meaningful conversation, and laughter so unbridled that it made me cry and caused spasms of the abdominal muscles. He worked very hard to repair my broken self. Every day he told me that I was beautiful and how much he loved me. Many times he said, “I don’t want a day to go by without telling you that ‘I Love You!’” My life was complete.
Then he started getting sick more and more often. He thought it was food poisoning from restaurant food, but I had a bad feeling. Despite my urging him, he didn’t want to go to a medical doctor. Maybe he knew it was going to be bad news. Actually, he told me how, when he was a little boy, he would tell his mother, “I’m going to die young, so you better get used to it.” He was also gifted with a keen sense of intuition.
We married in July of 2004, and the following January he was in the hospital fighting for his life. He was hooked up to every monitor and medical machine you could imagine. He was in an induced coma due to a severe bout of pancreatitis, among other things. Unbelievably, he recovered and was released from the hospital eleven days later. The doctors and nurses were amazed as even his kidneys had stopped working at one point.
As the years went by, we visited doctors of every kind—sometimes getting results, sometimes not. He had been misdiagnosed as having diabetes and was experiencing recurring bouts of pancreatitis. The pain you feel with pancreatitis has been described to us as natural childbirth or amputation without anesthesia.
He fought as hard as he could to try to stay alive. Despite working twelve hour days on a regular basis, he would exercise on the treadmill before work and go to the health club to sit in the sauna after work. He changed his diet, took loads of supplements, and even took medications he didn’t agree with. He didn’t want to “die on me.” He lived for years with his triglycerides over 2,000. Sometimes they went over 3,000. According to the AMA, healthy triglyceride levels are supposed to be 150 or under. Anything over that can cause heart disease and strokes. He was clearly a walking time bomb. In addition, he had very high levels of iron in his blood. We saw medical doctors, specialists, toxicologists, acupuncturists, and a medical intuitive. Since I was a massage therapist and an energy worker, I gave him treatments whenever he would allow me to. Some things helped for a while and then stopped working. Other treatments actually made him ill. We exhausted our funds since we had a high deductible insurance, and most of his expenses were out of pocket.
Our dear friends Sherry and Gordon Shayne convinced us to go to their amazing naturopathic doctor in Colorado Springs named Mark Cooper. Since we were very low on funds, Sherry and Gordon generously offered to cover the costs for Anthony’s initial treatments with Mark. Finally Mark Cooper, after spending countless hours researching his case, found out what he had. We were very excited to hear the news and that we would finally know what was making him sick. Mark said, “Well, there’s good news and there’s bad news. The good news is that I know what you have. The bad news is that it is a rare genetic disease that has no known treatment or cure.” That was a heavy blow to take. Mark let us know that there were things we could try, but of course, there were no guarantees. Mark explained how he thought things would progress for Anthony. Eventually, the high triglycerides in his blood would prevent enough oxygen from nourishing his vital organs, and he would basically asphyxiate. He was the only doctor who was able to explain this to us and did it with compassion and concern.
As time went by, we tried to live our lives to the fullest. It was as if Anthony knew his time on earth would be very limited. He studied every possible theory, ideology, religion, and healing method. Anything relating to God, he knew or would learn. He lived in the moment which was wonderful but at times was upsetting to me, especially if he missed or was late for an anniversary or birthday dinner. His response was, “I lost track of time.” He often ran behind during his appointments, but most people didn’t mind since they knew that when it got to be their turn, he would give them 100 per cent of his attention. He didn’t let people walk out the door if he wasn’t satisfied with how their bodies had responded to the treatment.
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