Joyce Hawkes becomes a Cell-Level Healer

"The world of healing did not come naturally. I could not ‘think’ my way to solutions as I had with science. I meditated regularly, sought divine guidance, and received it every step of the way, usually no sooner than the instant it was needed. My path evolved daily in the healing room and took quantum leaps during time spent with indigenous healers in Southeast Asia. Now, after twenty year of learning how to reach deeply into the cells of the body with healing energy, I am eager to share the wonder of weaving together the spirit world and physical healing.

"My near-death experience established a connection between me and something much, much bigger than myself. If it is a part of God, the Source of creation, the bond has never failed. I lost my fear of death, and with it, my fear of separation from the Source. I lost any notion that the Source is available to only the few who belong to a specific religion. The Healing Presence of the Source is for everyone.

"So, what about those cells? Is there love after the laboratory? Certainly the cells mean even more to me now. After all, physical health begins in our cells. Likewise, healing must touch the cells, because illness also begins at the cellular level.

"Did you know that individual cells seldom get completely sick all at once? Simple practices can help you support injured cells on the road to recovery. For example, Jerry, one of my first clients, was a construction worker with a new diagnosis of multiple sclerosis (MS). He has lost most of the strength in his dominant hand and could no longer wield a hammer or steady a nail driver. The vision in his right eye was blurred from time to time, and the unreliability of simple physical functions, such as sight and arm strength, frustrated him. We began healing work together, and within two weeks his vision was normal. Several months later, Jerry arrived at my office carrying a heavy jug of water in his right hand. He thrust it into my face with a huge grin of delight. Three months earlier, he had not been able to hold an orange in that hand. Both his eyes and the nerve cells in his body had healed.

"The more you know about your body—and the cells of your body—the more you will appreciate how truly precious and sacred all life is. Rather than struggle against the body and our sojourn here on earth, the body can be experienced as a sacred temple of the spirit and an expression of consciousness. This knowledge is the first step toward a life of fullness and oneness of spirit and physical existence—a seamless connection from Soul to Cell.

"During the first years after the intensity of being ‘on the other side,’ as I call my near-death experience, I wanted to return to that place where there was only peace and love. I wondered why I was given a taste of heaven and then dumped back into the dense physical world.

"I asked for guidance: ‘Show me what this means. Show me!’ to receive answers required a change in my meditation practice. Rather than journeying as far from my body as my imagination, drumming or the scent of roses could take me, I concentrated on staying with my physical body. Instead of leaving the body, I tugged at my higher consciousness, bringing it forth, bit by bit, from deep within. I began to feel a bit of heaven right here. From this, I developed a two-step practice that helps me connect with my higher consciousness in daily life.

"Begin with the practice of appreciation, which can open you to receive good things. Gratitude leads to devotion, resulting in compassion that flows naturally from the heart as profound healing. An attempt to heal your body, or to help someone else heal, makes no sense if you lack respect and appreciation for your physical body and the physical universe. Fulfilling our heart’s desire and your soul’s mission requires presence in the here and now, and that includes awareness of your body.

"The human body is amazing and deserves honest appreciation. The sheer number of cells in your body, nearly 100 trillion, outnumbers the entire population of the earth by 1,500 times and the stars of the Orion Galaxy by 1,000. Cells belong to action groups, or tissues, each with their own shape, size, job, and rate of cell division for renewal and repair of worn out parts. These trillions of cells work together to keep you alive.

"Let appreciation fill and warm your body. Invite more of your higher consciousness, your spirit, to emerge from within you. Contemplate yourself in a new way using a special phrase, such as ‘at one with the Universe,’ ‘resting in luminosity,’ or ‘in the temple of the Holy Spirit.’"

Joyce Whiteley Hawkes, Cell-Level Healing: The Bridge from Soul to Cell (Atria Paperback, 2006).

Hawkes hears the words: "You are called to heal."

After her near-death experience, Joyce Whiteley Hawkes writes: "I began to look for information about other strange phenomena, such as the sixth sense, inner sight, and remote viewing. I joined a class given by a local healer. The meditations in class helped me establish a deep meditative practice at home, which led to visionary encounters with angels, animals, and other galaxies.

"The teacher invited me to accompany him during his work with clients one afternoon a week, and people began responding positively to my touch. They told me they felt heat in the areas where I had touched them and that tingling shot through their body. They said their health improved as a result.

"Others wanted to come to me for healing sessions, so I converted a former study in my home into a place where I could see a few clients each week. Never imagining anything but an avocation of heart. I enjoyed both worlds: science and whatever this new arena might be.

"I continued to be challenged to reach deeper and deeper into the cells of the body in order to assist those who sought my help. The results astonished both my clients and me.

"During a long weekend trip to Mount Shasta with my teacher and two other students, my life changed precipitously, once again. We climbed to red Butte from Panther Meadows on the south side of the mountain. Still snowy, the spring days were enchanting as we chopped steps in icy slopes, heated pots of snow to melt for drinking water, and settled into intensely blissful meditations at the 9,600-foot elevation.

"On the drive back to Seattle, we four grubby pilgrims stopped at a Catholic shrine, the Grotto, on the outskirts of Portland, Oregon. I had no previous exposure to the Catholic church or theology, having grown up mildly Protestant. My companions went to pray in a small chapel, while I wandered alone and eventually stood in front of a room-sized cave that had been naturally formed in the side of a steep cliff. Candles flickered around a replica statute of the Pieta. Mary seemed almost alive as she sorrowed over the crucified body of Jesus.

"As I approached the cave and knelt on a bench provided for worship, I felt the air shift and become charged with power and energy. I felt a tingling all over my body when I heard a woman’s voice say, You are called to heal.

"It felt like the near-death experience all over again. Love, peace, and awe surged through me. How could I contain this emotion, this energy, this blessing? My life changed forever in those few moments. The loving authority in the voice left no room for doubt or delayed action. When I returned to Seattle and work the very next day, I began my resignation process to leave the laboratory."

Joyce Whiteley Hawkes, Cell-Level Healing: The Bridge from Soul to Cell (Atria Paperback, 2006).

Hawkes discovers her NDE made her psychic

At first, my scientist’s brain discounted the experience as a hallucination, merely the consequence of a sound crack on the head and loss of consciousness. But, I soon discovered, it was the beginning of another form of consciousness that would prove to be more valuable than any career, status, or fringe benefits.

My head hurt too much to listen to music, read, go to the movies, or exercise—all the forms of relaxation I had previously enjoyed. Trapped in a fit body with a sorely pounding head and a physician-imposed three weeks at home, I was utterly bored. When I had recovered enough to drive, I went downtown to Seattle’s waterfront area to visit my favorite bookstore, Elliot Bay Books. Creaking wooden floors and the aroma from decades of books comforted my senses.

I was walking slowly along the rows of shelves, browsing the titles, when a gook nearly jumped into my hands. It was Ray Moody’s Life After Life: The Investigation of a Phenomenon—Survival of Bodily Death, and it contained page after page of detailed near-death experiences. I purchased the book, and reading it forced me to look closely at the evidence presented by the many others who had experiences similar to mine. I could no longer dismiss what had happened to me. Wonder and curiosity began replacing my grouchy self-pity at having a wounded skull.

Another man named Ray, a podiatrist, showed up in my life. Trained by the Super Learning group at Ohio State University, Ray taught memory skills via deep relaxation and visualization techniques. Don’t ask what this had to do with feet! Seemingly unrelated to my recent experience, I embarked on memory training to help keep authors and citations straight in my work as a publishing scientist.

In our session one day, I reclined in a big, comfortable chair in Ray’s office, listening to a tape describing in detail the features of a small, gray kitten. I was a little surprised when, in my mind’s eye, I saw myself walking around a room looking at specific things: a chair with blue velvet upholstery, a fireplace that was open on two sides into the room, and pictures on the wall. Even more surprising was the look on Ray’s face when I described the room. We were both astonished when I described with precise detail the setting in which he had produced the memory tape. Put two scientists together and you launch a truth-seeking mission. We decided to discover how my inner sight worked in a real-time situation. I would go to Ray’s office and relax in the big chair, and after we had chatted for a while, Ray would go down the hall and examine one of his podiatry patients. When he returned, I could tell him details about the person’s foot, the pathology, and anything else that had caught his attention during the examination.

We also established an informal mini-study in mind reading. Ray would think about a particular color as he walked to the room where I was waiting, and my head would be filled with that exact color. I was not guessing. I saw the color accurately every time. My view of myself as a levelheaded, rational scientist became unhinged. Perhaps you, too, have had some unusual experiences that scared you, at first, and then opened you to far-reaching possibilities in your life.

Joyce Whiteley Hawkes, Cell-Level Healing: The Bridge from Soul to Cell (Atria Paperback, 2006).

Near-death experience of Joyce Whiteley Hawkes

As a scientist, I was dedicated to the pursuit of truth though scientific means. Religion and God were not part of my beliefs. Imagine my surprise one day when a decorative leaded-glass window fell off a mantel onto my head, initiating a classic near-death experience (often referred to as a “NDE”). I had never heard about the near-death experience, let alone been someone to whom out of-the-ordinary or unexplainable things happened. I remember the oak-framed glass falling toward me and the crushing moment of impact.

Suddenly reality shifted, and I was no longer confined to my crumpled body collapsed on the floor. Instead, I was speeding down a long, dark tunnel, drawn to an incredible light in the distance. Without conscious control over the situation, a force outside myself stopped me at the entrance to the light. There, my mother and grandmother, long departed from this earth, greeted me. Overwhelmed with love and recognition, and amazed at their health and happiness, I was drawn past them over a threshold and into a whole other world.

No people or beings appeared. Rolling hills, the greenest grass, and colorful flowers glowed with light, seemingly from within each blade and petal. Colors appeared almost alive in their vividness. Utter clarity of image and hue surrounded me in all directions. Immersed in light and tranquility, I soaked up these dazzling images and feelings, content to dwell forever in that place. Then the experience changed.

I was shifted instantaneously to standing in front of a Great Light. The overwhelming love and peace I had felt before this moment was only a minuscule taste of what emanated from the Light. The form was somewhat taller than a person, with the shape of a person but without distinct features. Everything and nothing seemed to exist simultaneously in this luminosity. I felt utterly blissful, alert, and full of love and joy. If this was God who greeted me, there was no judgment issued. I was totally loved, surrounded by peace and safety, and healed of everything that had ever caused disease or discomfort. The ecstasy of the moment suspended and transcended all time and pace. It would later prove to be a bridge that I could access in order to return to this state of being at will.

There was no discussion about returning to Earth and no instructions were given. Just as suddenly as everything else had happened, I was thrust back into normal consciousness of the floor of my house—with a very sore head, a gash of fair proportions, and dried blood matted in my hair. Thus began my journey from my work as a scientist to my new calling as a Cell-Level Healer.

Joyce Whiteley Hawkes, Cell-Level Healing: The Bridge from Soul to Cell (Atria Paperback, 2006).

A spiritual unknown to most of us

 

Don’t Be Weary, Traveler

 

Refrain

Don’t be weary, traveler; Come along home to Jesus.

Don’t be weary, traveler; Come along home to Jesus.

                   

My head is wet with midnight dew. Come along home to Jesus.

Angels bear me witness too. Come along home to Jesus.

 

Refrain

 

 

Where to go I did not know; Come along home to Jesus.

 

Ever since He freed my soul; Come along home to Jesus.

 

Refrain

 

H. T. Burleigh (1866-1949). See http://afrovoices.com/burleigh.html for a biography.

 

Sung by Charlotte Collett

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Serenity and joy before a quick death

Karlis Osis and Erlendur Haraldsson, authors of At the Hour of Death, report: Apparitions can quickly alter the mind of a patient and bring about acceptance of death.

 

A 68-year-old Polish housewife was afflicted with cancer. Her mind was clear. She was settling some financial matters and asked for her purse. She had not thought of dying. Then she saw her husband who had died twenty years before. She was happy, with a sort of religious feeling and, according to her doctor, she lost all fear of death. Instead of fearing death, she felt it to be the logical, correct thing. She died with 5 or 10 minutes.

A nurse in a large hospital in New Delhi reported the following case which impressed her.

A female patient in her forties—who was suffering from cancer and during the last preceding days, had been depressed and drowsy, though always clear—suddenly looked very happy. A joyful expression remained on her face until she died five minutes later.

In the case of an old man with tuberculosis, it was reported:

His serenity was so sudden. One day he said to me, ‘Mrs. Jones, will you bring me a tall glass of water with lots of ice? I did. He drank it and said, ‘Mrs. Jones, this water will see me through the Jordan.’ I think that by referring to the water of the Jordan, he was telling me that he was going to died. He died in 90 minutes. They, the doctors, were very surprised at his sudden death, for there were no visible signs of imminent demise.

Another nurse reported on another patient:

Suddenly one day there was a complete change. He was conscious; his appetite improved. He could do things for himself. He was improved both physically and mentally. The pulse was stronger, the temperature remained the same, and the appetite greatly increased. The gain was not a real improvement, however, for he died within 24 hours.

A physician in a city hospital in India reported on this patient’s experience.

A male patient in his seventies had been suffering from advanced cancer. He had been in great pain, sleepless and restless. One day after he had managed to get a little sleep, he woke up smiling, seemed suddenly free from all physical pain and agony, detached, calm, and peaceful. For the last six hours the patient had only received a very moderate dose of phenobarbital, a relatively weak sedative. He bade all good-bye, one by one, which he had not done before, and told us that he was going to die. He was fully alert for some 10 minutes. Then he fell into a coma and died peacefully a few minutes later.

In another Indian case there were no medical reasons for dying, but premonitions of death accompanied the patient’s elevation in mood.

Post-operative female: Suddenly she said she was going to leave this world, although we did not at all expect her to die. She also told this to visitors and attendants, and thanked them with gratitude. She was relaxed and well-oriented. She recognized people. We thought she would come out nicely. At the last round, I found her feeling happy, relaxed. She spoke about dying very soon. The next morning, she died.

At the Hour of Death (Hastings House, 1997) written by Karlis Osis and Erlendur Haraldsson reports on a four-year study involving fifty thousand terminally ill patients observed just before death by one thousand doctors and nurses in the United States and India.

Fear and acceptance in response to apparitions

Karlis Osis and Erlendur Haraldsson, authors of At the Hour of Death, report: “The apparitions ‘seen’ by the dying are predominantly experienced as guides assisting them in their transition to another mode of existence. A typical example would be the following case of an 11-year-old girl with a congenital heart malady. 

She was having another bad episode with her heart, and said that she saw her mother in a pretty white dress and that her mother had one just like it for her [the patient]. She was very happy and smiling, told me to let her get up and go over there—her mother was ready to take her on a trip.

“The vision lasted for half an hour. It left the girl serene and peaceful until her death, four hours later. The unusual part of this case is that the girl never knew her mother, who had died when giving birth to her. She certainly did not have a chance to grow emotionally close to her mother, as most of us do. Yet, when that last hour came, her mother ‘was there.’”

“What were the patients’ reaction to the ostensible visitors from the ‘great beyond’? Did they want to go with them? We found that three out of four (72 percent) wished to accompany the apparition, while only one-fourth (28 percent) would not go if they could possibly help it.

Although the majority in both countries were ready to go, we found great individual and national differences with regard to the distribution of refusals. While only one American patient did not wish to go when called, one out of every three (34 percent) Indians who experienced the take-away hallucination refused to consent.

Although some mood changes are mild, they nevertheless bring the patients out of their gloom. A thirty-six-year-old man suffering from internal bleeding suddenly looked up, put his hands up, and smiled.

He saw his deceased mother and sister, was surprised but pleased to see them. I was surprised to learn that his sister and mother were dead. He was so natural with them that I thought they were alive at home. ‘Hello, it’s good to see you . . . ‘ he would say. Afterwards he was perfectly clear with full memory of his relatives’ visit. He became more relaxed and content after the hallucination.

An Indian woman in her eighties, however, who was dying from cancer of the throat, resisted her hallucination.

She saw people coming to take her away. She wanted to fight them—to stay, to live. She cried out: ‘People are coming and they want to take me. I don’t want to go. Please hold my hand.’ She did not let her daughter-in-law leave her by holding her hand tightly, not allowing her to get us.

“In Indian cases, the patient’s negative emotions usually were directly related to the nature of the apparition. The following is an account of a high-school-educated New Delhi salesman who seemed to be recovering from an operation. His consciousness was clear when he said to the physician:

‘My [dead] grandfather is just near my bed. He has come to take me with him. I don’t want to go! Please don’t leave me alone!’ Although the patient’s physical condition was serious, his consciousness was quite clear; he was able to respond to questions in a concise, coherent manner. However, the apparition left him scared, with unpleasant emotions. He died within an hour.

“A woman in her sixtieth year who was suffering from a very painful cancer that had spread throughout her entire body” reacted very differently when “she ‘saw’ her dead husband taking charge and preparing her for the transition.”

Her husband was giving her instructions—no one was to interrupt—it was so vivid to her. She was like in a semi-sleep, as if talking to herself, having a conversation, e.g., ‘wait for me.’ She told me to be quiet. Before she was depressed about conditions getting worse. After the hallucination, she was elated, seemed to have risen above pain, no more moaning.’

At the Hour of Death (Hastings House, 1997) written by Karlis Osis and Erlendur Haraldsson reports on a four-year study involving fifty thousand terminally ill patients observed just before death by one thousand doctors and nurses in the United States and India.