One evening in the summer of 2004 I got a call from my friend, Rocke. I had mentioned some of the strange “healing” things that had happened with me in the past so he was aware of my experiences. He called to tell me that I had a “job” to do with these “powers.”
A mutual friend, Sara, from old college days had been in a serious automobile accident and needed some help. She had been airlifted from northern California to the UCD trauma center in Sacramento. Her husband, James, was there with her. Rocke suggested that I should go to the hospital and see what I could do. Not knowing how to turn him down, I went to the hospital in Sacramento first thing in the morning to see if there was anything that I could do.
As I drove to the hospital I tried to recall these old friends, but since they were casual friends, not best of friends, I was having a difficult time recalling their appearances or much else about them for that matter. I hoped that once I came face-to-face, I would remember more. I also wondered what I would be able to do to help. Not having any idea at all along these lines, I just asked my inner being to be awake and act however was most appropriate. I didn’t know how to plan anything; it was an experience of walking into the unknown.
I got there and found the ward where Sara was located, but found the doors closed. I decided to sit in the waiting area and see what might happen. There were a couple of other people sitting there, but I had no idea who they were. It turned out that they were waiting for Sara also. After an hour or two, James finally showed up and luckily I recognized him, and he recognized me.
He told me the story about Sara’s accident. They have a cabin in the woods of northern California, and a house in town near their business. She had stayed at the cabin while he went to town to run the business. She had decided to go for a drive along the dirt roads through the forest. Somehow, she managed to turn the jeep over, it landed on her shoulder, crushing it and pinning her so that she couldn’t get out. Then gasoline started to leak on her and soaked her in fuel. She had no option except to hope that someone would come along and find her. A day or so later James got back and found that she was gone, and realized that she had been gone for some time. He understood that since the jeep was not there, she must have driven off someplace and gotten into trouble. He set off looking for her and finally found her. By this time she was in pretty bad shape from her wounds and the chemical burns/poisoning from the gasoline. Somehow or another he managed to get her out of there, got a life-flight helicopter for her, and she was transferred to UCD a few days before I found out about it.
During her stay they had to amputate her arm at the shoulder, and performed a number of other operations. She had been in a coma the entire time, and her internal organs were shutting down from the stress and from the chemicals. They were finally optimistic that she would probably live, but they didn’t expect her to come out of her coma for another week or two. After she did awake, they estimated another couple of weeks before she would be good enough to go home. At that time they were cautiously optimistic, but were still very worried that her kidneys or some other organ would shut down and she would die. This wasn’t looking good. James had to go back to Eureka that night to look after their animals and business.
I couldn’t figure out what I could do, so I was kind of sidestepping out of the door when James asked me to go look at her. I didn’t really have any desire to look at a person laying in a bed in a coma, but decided that it was the thing to do. We went into her room and it was as bad looking as I imaged. She looked Sarable! Bloated and bruised, with tubes and wires running all over the place. Not a pretty sight. However, as I stood there I noticed that her big toe was sticking out from under the blanket near where I was standing. I had a very strong urge to hold onto her toe, so I did. As soon as I made contact, I could feel that by now familiar feeling of warmth flowing through me and my hands and arms. It wasn’t just from me to her, it was both ways. It felt like “love” flowing between us (whatever that might mean). It was warm, soft, flowing, and very comfortable. After a couple of minutes, the feeling died away and I knew that I was done there. There was nothing more that I could do, so I said goodbye to James and the family members I had been sitting with in the lobby, and went home. I didn’t know if I had accomplished anything of value, but knew that I had done what Rocke had asked me to do.
Early next morning I got a call from my friend Rocke. He started off by saying, “Charlie, what in the world did you do?”
I told him that I had no idea what I had done. I told him I visited with James, went in to see Sara, and held her toe. I mentioned the warm feeling, but said that I didn’t know what else to do so I went home. I asked him why he was asking that question.
The answer surprised the heck out of me. He said he had called James at their home near Eureka to see how things were going. But instead of getting James, Sara answered the phone! He asked her what she was doing (meaning, what was she doing home since he expected her to be in the hospital). She answered that she was cooking breakfast for James!!! After getting back off of the floor after falling off of his chair, Rocke asked to talk to James to find out what had happened and how could that possibly be.
James said that a little while after I left Sara woke up. She not only woke up, but she looked wide awake. In an hour or so she sat up, took the tubes out of her nose and started talking to James and the nurses. The nurses were shocked and amazed, not expecting to see her move, more or less talk, for a couple of more weeks. After another half hour or so Sara asked for her clothes, got up and got dressed, and said she was ready to go home. After checking her, they agreed and signed her out. They asked her to return in a week for a checkup, and sent her on her way.
A week later James and Sara stopped by our house on the way to the hospital for her checkup. Other than the fact that she was missing an arm, she looked and sounded great. She seemed to be in high spirits, and was chatting along about the accident and other things – including her work – as if nothing special had happened. I haven’t talked to them, or heard more about them since but assume that all is going well with them. I didn’t mention anything to them about what I did or felt because it just doesn’t seem like the thing to do – it would somehow be taking away from her strength and energy. She is the one that pulled herself through an amazing and dangerous ordeal. I was just there as a witness. I got to be close to a very powerful healing that she did for herself and feel blessed by that. If my touching her toe helped her in some mysterious way, I am glad I could be of assistance. If it is just a coincidence, then I was glad to have had a chance to witness this amazing transformation.