by Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos
“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
I never gave much thought to my life-purpose and death, until I considered committing suicide. It seemed that sometimes bad things just accidentally happen to good people; or do they? What if everything that happened to me was according to a plan decided upon before my birth and accessed from a dream? Could my crisis be part of a misunderstood Life-purpose?
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Boo- you have cancer are not words you want to hear. Yet, so many of us do. What is to be done? Is there an answer? Perhaps it is in your dreams.
It all began with a lucid dream message from three Saint Francis of Assisi looking Franciscan monks. If that sounds crazy to you reading it, imagine how insane if felt to me living it. I’m not even Catholic.
I had just hung up the phone from a call with my oncologist who confirmed a second set of tests showed a 9X11 cm life-threatening tumor in my left breast, not the right one where my first breast cancer and been found five year earlier.
A tumor of that size is pretty much the kiss of death.
So the question facing me was, “Do I want to die the slow painful death I had watched my mother suffer five years ago when she was diagnosed with recurrence? Or, do I want to take my life into my own hands and end it painlessly, here and now, before the situation became too grave to control?
My mind was pretty well made up from the memory of mom’s words when she had receive a similar call and had fallen into my arms crying, “This cancer is going to kill me.” She had fought the recurrence for four months. The last two months hospice became involved. My mother’s treatment shifted from fighting to waiting; painfully waiting for Death. “That will not be my ending,” I said to myself and wondered how many bottles of Oxycontin were left from my past surgeries and treatments over the past years. There had to be enough to do the joy.
My head felt like it was splitting from my headache, the result of nonstop weeping after the phone call from the doctor. Perhaps a nap would help. But, would my brain stop its incessant chatter long enough for me to fall asleep? Meditating at night helped calm me enough to fall asleep without pharmaceutical-aids. Meditation was my natural medication so perhaps it would work now to stop my mind-babble.
My on purpose aha-moment happened with a lucid dream during a nap.
the bed, eyes closed, tears soaking the pillow, I focused on my breathing while I imagined being encircled by a mirrored bubble filled with golden healing light, and only allowing that which was of the highest and best to enter the bubble. Everything else was reflected back from wherever it came. Within seconds I mentioned to myself that I was finally falling asleep, a sign my lucid dream had begun….
Movement beside the bed made me open my eyes and search the room for an intruder. Peering down at me were the three Franciscan monks who had been my saviors and guides through my cancer treatment for the past five years. They all looked like Saint Francis of Assisi in their brown hooded robes with huge sleeves and knotted rope belts. They were back.
“Look, I know why you’re here.” I said looking up at them. “I’m dying. I got it. But, you may want to warn God that I am coming before I get up there to Heaven because I have some really big bones to pick with him. There is nothing I did in this lifetime or any other lifetimes to deserve cancer once, let alone twice. So, please go warn Him I’m on my way.”
The hooded monks remained motionless, but one answered, “Kat, don’t you remember?”
“Before you were born you told us you wanted to come down onto the earth-plane during a time when God, Higher-power, Spirituality, Inner-guidance, and angels were being locked away in the closet of life and Science, which is a gift from God, was being worshiped as a god. You wanted to show the world that Science goes so far and then comes God. We told you we’d be with you every step of the way, and we still are. You’re not going to die, now.”
I stared at them in disbelief and exclaimed, “What the heck was I smoking up there when I said that?”
The monks laughed and walked out of my dream.
I woke and looked around the empty room. The conversation had been a dream.
The words, “Thy will be done,” escaped my lips. They must be meant for me because Peter is still in the other room, dealing with the crisis in his own way. I repeated the words again o be sure I hear them right. It was me voicing my ultimate leap of faith. A sense of calm flowed over my body. It began at my head and spread over my feet, like warm air from a heater. My racing heart skipped a beat and then began to slow to a natural rhythm.
Surviving Cancerland: Intuitive Aspects of Healing https://amzn.to/2Sc2mgX
Bio: Kathleen (Kat) O’Keefe-Kanavos: aka The Queen of Dreams Syndicated Columnist, PR Guru, VIDEO Podcaster/Show Host Dreaming Healing, 3-time Breast Cancer Survivor, multi award-winning author, and Dream Expert seen on Dr. Oz, DOCTORS, NBC, & CBS. Divine Dreams diagnose her illness. Kat and Duke U Radiologist Dr. Larry Burk co-wrote, (2018 Nautilus Award Winner) Dreams That Can Save Your Life. She’s an Author/Lecturer Keynote who promotes patient advocacy and connecting with Divine-guidance through Dreams. “Don’t tell God how big your problems are. Tell your problems how big your God is.” Learn more @ www.KathleenOKeefeKanavos.com
Photo credit: Poster is property of Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos