Divine intervention

My mobile rang as I just about to pay a bill at the Carrefour cash counter. Shanti was on the line, her voice sounded quivery. I sensed some trouble. She then began to narrate me about an accident that happened that evening. Rashid one of my colleagues had fallen from the top of a 12 foot ladder while cleaning an Air conditioner duct. Apparently he fell awkwardly on a hard floor. The bad news was that he was in a critical condition and had to be immediately rushed to Rashid Hospital.

All of us at office began to call each other to know more about his condition. The news came out from one of our colleagues who had rushed him to hospital. Rashid had landed on his back, and in the process his skull, cranial and lumbar region of his spine had a series of cracks. Broken ribs and fractured right hand added to his misery. I wanted to rush to see him. But was told that he was now under intensive care and no visitors were allowed.

For, the Next few days, I kept calling Rashid’s brother to seek more update about his condition. I began to pray for Rashid from the very moment I heard about his accident. Rashid was sedated and was prevented from making any movements, and was being fed liquid food through a pipe in his throat.

I went to visit Rashid on a friday morning. When I reached his bed, it was quite shocking sight. His face and body had swollen beyond recognition. There were half a dozen pipes pierced into his body, and that were fed to bio-feedback machines. His vital signs were being monitored carefully. He was awake and made feeble attempt to wish me and shanti at his bedside.

It was hard to come to terms to see a man so lively and jumpy, how confined to a hospital bed. It occured to me at that moment, that I could only assure him that he will be alright. But were we just giving him hope without knowing the facts of his medical status. The doctors that I spoke to, were planning to operate his cranial and lumbar section and surgically align them. Apparently his leg movements weren’t normal.

As I stood and watched Rashid, I recalled Sai Baba saying ‘Hands that help are better than hands that pray’. Without hesitation, I put one hand on his head and the other on his chest. Everything around me appeared to come to a standstill. I stood there as if warped by time. I didnt know how long I stood there and prayed while my hands intuitively moved along his body. I had no clue about the extent of energy that was passing through me. But as an energy worker, I believe in the power of intent, which is above all healing techniques, art forms, and scientific explanations. Having personally experienced profound healing, I trusted this universal core from where we all derive our strength and love.

We were getting ready to leave the ward, as the nurse politely told that she wanted to treat Rashid. So I held his hand to say bye. Rashid began to gesture with his hands and mutter something. He was barely audible and I couldnt understand what he was trying to say. It was time to leave and so I again assured him that everything will be alright and he should just rest instead of straining himself to communicate.

Three days later, I got a call from Shanti and she was saying that Rashid had called office and he sounded and felt better and rather excited. He also had made a special mention about the brief time I had spent with him. He seemed curious to know what I had done to him. Rashid as I know as a person, is completely ignorant about the possibility of energy transmission through a fellow being- which we call in our parlance as healing. His conservative upbringing and lack of exposure meant that he was completely unaware of this possibility. And probably even if explained, he would frown upon it.

In midst of all hectic work , I did not get in touch with Rashid for a week. It was Friday morning again, and I recalled my pending visit to the hospital.

I walked down to the intensive care ward, and made my way to the ward where Rashid was supposed to be. I was surprised to see someone else had occupied his bed. On enquiring with the staff nurse, she told me that Rashid had been shifted to another ward which was opposite to us. I walked down and read the sign board, it was quite encouraging as I figured out that he no longer required intensive care.

I reached the designated bed of Rashid. The bed was bare and there was no trace of him. I asked his whereabouts and gathered from another patient that Rashid was being ushered aroud on a wheel chair by a relative. Making my way through the long and well lit corridors, I looked around for my man. A few minutes later, i saw a familiar face. He flashed a smile. As I went closer i could notice that Rashid appeared different. The swelling was gone. His frail body had shockingly shrunk. But the smile showed some promise of recovery.

He extended his hand as i approached him and began to chat up with me. His brother by then had wheeled him back to his bed. As soon as he rested his head on the pillow, he appeared more relaxed and then resumed his outpourings of his experiences in the past 4 weeks.

Somehow he couldn’t get over the topic of what exactly happened the previous friday morning. I too became curious to know what had actually transpired that morning. He recalled the previous night before I had visited him in the morning. All his vital signs had apparently dropped to frighteningly low numbers, he had become very weak, and he seemed to have lost hope of recovering. There was a duty nurse at his bedside who refused to leave him unattended. There was a bit of panic in the ward, as duty doctors kept dropping in to monitor his situation. He began to shudder as he recalled that night, and began to wonder what could have happened to him.

And then he paused for a moment, and said “you did something to me’ and I felt that i was sinking into the bed and disappearing. My body didn’t exist anymore. Much later, that evening my doctors and nurses were pleasantly surprised to see that all vital signs showed a remarkable recovery and everything was normal. To me, it was like a magic. I felt like I was born again that evening. I felt a renewed surge in me to come out of my suffering and start living. I have got a second innings in my life. I am thankful to you and god”.

But still his question remained, what did you do? i pondered for a moment. I had no explanation. I had merely prayed and put my hands on him. I had no clue if there was going to be a divine intervention that would transform him. But the fact remains that a mystical and profound healing had taken place. He had witnessed it. It was intensely personal and direct, and yet beyond all words and desription.

I kept my language simple and direct as i told him. Not that there was a need for explanation. But it was important for Rashid to know how profound his experience was.
“I prayed for you with deep intent” and the rest is divine intervention. It took a little while for my words to sink into him. He became reflective as if he had awakened. His eyes began to sparkle. I cant forget the look he had in his eyes. There was a deep sense of gratitude.

A week later, Rashid was released from the hospital. The hospital charged him 6000 dhs for surgery on his neck, which was covered by the insurance agency. while the charges for 40 days of intensive care was waived off as it was treated as an emergency case. Rashid was able to walk with some aid, and a few days later gained enough strength to walk by himself with no sign of a
crippling injury that he had come out of a few days back.

All the money in the world can’t buy one an experience of a powerful healing to come out of a life threatening injury and return to normalcy, defying all medical explanations.

I had only piece of advice for him. Just remember this event and explore purpose of your life and find out who you are. He nodded his head with this sense of gratitude for the divine. Rashid left for Bangladesh for a month long leave to spend some time with his family. If this profound experience has sunk in, he will probably appreciate life with more awareness.