KARMA — Two Perspectives

Karma has been the subject of innumerable discussions and interpretations.  Although of Hindu origin its basic notion of cause and effect seems attractive to many in the West as well.

As opposed to Western religious traditions which view Divine judgment as imposed upon the soul from outside of itself, karma is an impartial, nonjudgmental notion.  The soul finds itself after death on a particular spiritual plane based upon its thoughts and actions of the previous lifetime.

In this sense karma is neutral.  Less elevated choices result in a lower spiritual level after death.  The options to evolve spiritually seem best obtained during physical incarnation at which time free will choices are at play.

Whether or not karma plays itself out within one individual lifetime or must await another is of some controversy.  We tend to use the phrase what goes around comes around as if it does so within our individual lives.

There is no judgment as to which soul is "better" than another.  Would we judge a kindergarten student on as inferior to a college student?  Each exists within their level of achievement.  Each is capable of upward or downward progression.

Another fascinating quote (uknown source) adds another perspective to the concept of karma– What you do to me is your karma, how I react is mine.

This notion challenges our usual response to any insult or challenge.  Our usual default position is to become defensive and reactive.  We may exchange negative responses or actions which ultimately bring us down to a lower spiritual plane.

An ancient Chinese saying states If you hate another person, you might just as well dig two graves. 

We should remind ourselves that karma will answer many of our desires for revenge.  Reconciliation will raise us up.  But this is not the same as giving in or submitting to inequities or damaging actions.  Self-defense is not spiritually demeaning.  But it challenges us as to the degree of action against an aggressor.

So be mindful of our own actions and thoughts.  We are ultimately responsible for their karmic consequences.

 

SEDONA TO MANHATTAN –A New “Twist” on the Central Park Vortex

Back from Sedona Arizona on a family vacation.  My belief remains undimmed–Central Park in the epicenter of Mahanttan, NY IS a vortex site as well.

Past readers of my blog may or may not recall the postings since 2007 re Central Park vortex site. (refer to archival postings search).  I also did a short (10min) documentary filmed by Matt Anderson and Seth Hodes http://sethhodes.net/vortex.html  you might find of interest.

Like beauty, a vortex site is in the eyes of the beholder.  There are no "objective" measurements, no official vortex site registries.  It is a place which attracts energy  which is another vague term open to a variety of interpretations.

There is usually a rotational element to most vortices although not always easily demonstrated when it comes to other vortex sites around the world.  Besides Sedona one will often find mention of Stonehenge, England, Machu Pichu in Peru, Giza pyramid in Egypt and a variety of others.

A rather new "twist" (sorry)  to the concept was offered by a guide on this recent Sedona trip.   A vortex site is spiritually "neutral".  It does not automatically enlighten any individual.  What it does is to magnify and concentrate whatever emotional/spiritual state they are in. 

Those seeking to elevate themselves spiritually will find a vortes can help on this path by offering glimpses or epiphanies towards the way forward. 

 On the other hand, those struggling with sadness, anger, depression–ie the dark side–might find those qualities exacerbated as well. 

LIBERATING DAD — Treat the Person, Not the Diseases

During the past six weeks insanity for our family has become the norm.  My 91year old Dad's hospitalization has been replete with multiple diagnoses, procedures, complications, medication reactions and close encounters with death. Perhaps no event has been more bizarre than my decision to stop several of  his antibiotics and get him home.

Last weekend I was "on call" for my medical group to actually visit my Dad as his physician.  It is a position I do not advocate for any physician/offspring but I had no choice–It was my weekend to work.

Of course following his condition closely since his admission to the hospital I was alarmed by his progressive weakness and lethargy.  He hadn't gotten out of bed to eat or walk all weekend.  His speech was barely audible and slurred.  He slept.

Now I have neither the space or intention of reviewing his problems.  They were complex, life-threatening.  Multiple specialists were prescribing medications and procedures.  None can be criticized for lack of diligence or concern. 

But I observed that Dad was actively dying.  My only thought was my awareness that he has always been extremely "sensitive" to antibiotics and I decided to discontinue several of them.  I did not consult the Infectious Disease experts who prescribed them.  I knew they would not agree with my decision.

But I felt that it was imperative that some change be made and I was willing to accept the possibility that I was wrong and that he would die anyway.  I weighed the choices.  Do nothing and prepare another eulogy. (I had already done this several times during the prior weeks), or hope that some of his weakness and lethargy was secondary to his medication.

If so, I could hope to finally get him out of the hospital and home.  To accomplish this would be a victory for all of us.  To die at home beats the hospital every time.

Well miraculously I seemed to have guessed right.  By the next day he was able to sit in a chair and eat.  He was even able to stand and use his walker a little bit. When we planned to move him to an active inpatient rehab center in the hospital he looked at me and said, "get me out of here".  I understood that he had finally "had it".  I felt strongly that his will to live which had carried him to this point was in jeopardy of dissolving.   Stay and die.  Leave and have a chance to survive with some quality of life.

My son and I "liberated" him two days later.  As weak as anyone could be he "pushed" himself to be OK to leave the hospital.  When he saw sunlight and breathed fresh air for the first time in over a month, we all knew that the plan had worked.

It is still less than a week since he went home.  We have full-time help and he has visiting nurse services.  But he is eating, sleeping, exercising, wearing clothes and full of hope.

Whatever follows will be just fine with us all no matter what.

But in this medical environment, how many patients have an advocate to make these kind of decisions? How many families will disagree with their physician's orders and take charge?

There are few family  or primary care doctors who will risk what I did. They tend to defer to each specialist out of fear of the consequences.  I understand and respect their defensive posture.  Unfortunately the patient can suffer when they are seen as a conglomeration of disease states and not a person.

This is an isolated case of a doctor/son who was in a position to take a huge risk.  The only lesson hear is to take a look at the big picture.  Assess the risk of treatment and being hospitalized versus the benefit of being out of the hospital with and at least some quality of life.

None of this is easy.  But it needs to be looked at.

It might just give some serenity and hope to what time remains.

A NDE — The Elderly Woman of Light

I saw Samantha (name changed) in my office today and immediately recalled her report of a near-death experience several years ago.  It was amazingly powerful but somehow I neglected to include it in my book.  It is worth reporting here.

Samantha mentioned driving on a foggy road when she lost control of her car.  It began to spin in what seemed to be slow circles.  Her next memory was traveling in a dark tunnel towards a light.  As she came closer to she saw an elderly woman who emanated light.  She did not know who she was but she was somehow vaguely familiar to her.  The woman radiated love towards her and she continued to approach her despite recalling that she had two young children at home.  As she got closer the woman smiled, shook her head and motioned for her to stop her journey.

She awoke in an ICU with multiple bone fractures but clearly alive. Her father was near by and she soon related the events of her experience.  She described the elderly woman as well.  Her father became pale then reached deep inside his wallet and showed Samantha a picture.  She immediately recognized it as the elderly woman.

Shaking he said, " I can't believe this happened.  This woman is your biologic grandmother who died before you were born.  The woman you believe is your grandmother is a step-grandmother.

Samantha was shocked but deeply moved.  Shortly after she recovered she recalled another strange event which had occurred several years before.  She had driven a girl friend to have a Tarot card reading.  She did not want one herself but the reader looked at her and said, "someday you will have a car accident and your grandmother  in spirit will save you."

She thought the woman was totally wrong, particularly because she believed her grandmother was still alive.

Later it all made sense.

THE PURPLE DRESS WITH YELLOW POLKA DOTS — A Credible ADC

I have decided to post several of the paranormal experiences first published in my book META-PHYSICIAN ON CALL FOR  BETTER HEALTH. The still possess a quality of being veridical   namely they provide information to an individual which they could not have previously known.   They offer the most compelling evidence for survival of consciousness after death. And I can personally vouch for the credibility of "Brenda".  She has been a trusted employee for many years.  This is her personal experience:

I can never forget this one particular day.  I was nine years old and had just arrived home from school when my Mom asked me to go upstairs and comfort my dad.  His brother Joe had just died suddenly.  I walked up the stairs and was about to enter his bedroom when, through the partially opened door, my dad lying across his bed sobbing.  An elderly woman with gray hair in a bun was stroking his head tenderly and saying, "don't worry Johnny, Joey is all right.  You'll be with him soon."  I didn't know her but could clearly see she was wearing a purple dress with yellow polka dots.  I walked back downstairs.  When my mom asked how dad was I replied that I didn't go into the room because of the old woman with him.  She stated that there was no one else in the house.  When I described her and the dress she froze.  She later told me that she was shocked by what I had said–I had described my father's deceased mother perfectly, including the dress she was buried in.  There was no way I could have known that.  And furthermore, my dad died suddenly three months later.