BIOPHILE 16 — JUNE/JULY 2007 R25 - Biophile Magazine

a global project of healing intentionHealing Mother Earthby Shelley YatesIn the messages I amreceiving, I am beingshown a way for us all toparticipate in a healing ofMother EarthTwo miracles happened: myson and I drowned in a floodedmarsh and not only lived to tellthe tale, but are now better than ever.(I was “dead” for fifteen minutes) and Iwas given a message on how to heal theEarth.As you are reading this I ask youwith all my heart to open yourself tothe possibility of what I say. I feel it isimperative that we unite this world asone planet with one common goal — toestablish peace and prosperity for all,not just the select few who were blessedto be in the right place at the right time.I had not had God in my life for fortyyears. I did however, as a child, chasethe possibility of God. I felt that thosepeople who had undying faith were thelucky ones, and the fact that I believedin nothing made me the loser. As a childI often spoke to God, but never feltheard or connected. It took life throwingme into a flooded marsh and drowningme, to open my eyes to the reality ofhow much we are all connected to theDivine power. There is something in theworks, but God is merely directing itthrough people like me, and it will takethe faith of people like you to create thereality.Now I will tell you the truth of whathappened to me, after a car accidentthat occurred in in Halifax, Nova Scotia,Canada in November 2002.My son and I were travelling to afriend’s house for an afternoon of play,when disaster hit. My car was sweptinto a flooded marsh after hydroplaning.The car landed upside down in thisboggy marsh, and sank to the bottom.I tried to open the car’s windows, butthe power windows failed and we weretrapped inside. I spoke with my tiny son(who was four at the time) and assuredhim that Mommy would get him out.The car was filling up quickly with thecold, murky water and I held my son’scoat tightly in my hand, while I waitedto be fully submerged. I hoped that Icould open the door after the car equalizedwith water and we would swim out.My final words to my little boy as thewater came over his head were: “Holdyour breath honey. Mommy will have usout soon”.I watched him take a large gulp of theremaining air, and the water took him.When I felt the last air pocket escapethe car I tried the door. It wouldn’tbudge! The other door was equallystuck. I struggled with the doors severaltimes, to no avail. We were trapped andgoing to die.At this point I took Evan’s little bodyand pushed it over the seat, hopingbeyond hope that he would find air. AsI drank a deep breath of water into mylungs, the fiery feeling added panic tothe moment. I wanted my baby backand I swung my arms feverously aboutin an effort to find his body. I couldn’t,and I needed to breathe again. That iswhen I heard a voice—a calm majesticvoice—directing me to relax. The voice“No shit!” I thought.“I get a wise-ass ghost onmy deathbed.”reassured me that all would be well andthat that if I fought the water I woulddrown.“No shit!” I thought, “I get a wise-assghost on my deathbed.”The voice continued to give meinstructions about what was to happen,and that all would be well if I just followedthe instructions. I relinquishedmyself to this voice from beyond, andpassed quietly into the other side.While on the other side I saw beingsof light, who once again assured me thatmy son and I would not only get out ofthis car, but we would both be fine. Theywere definite in explaining that I mustfollow instructions implicitly and notlose faith in their words.It took my rescuers fifteen minutes topull my lifeless body from that car, andanother seven minutes to revive me.I blurted out “Get my baby out of thecar”. Twenty two minutes had passed.The rescuers jumped back into thefreezing bog to retrieve my son. It tookthem another five minutes to free him.His limp body was transported to theIWK Children’s Hospital, where a teamof doctors and neurologists were waitingfor me. They told me that my littleboy was brain dead, that he was haemorrhagingthroughout his body, and thathis organs were non-viable.That is when the voice came to meagain. “Have faith, child.”The doctors advised me to unplugmy baby and let him pass peacefully, foreven if a miracle happened and he didlive, he would be a ‘vegetable’.Once again I heard the voice, “havefaith”.The doctors agreed to keep Evan onlife support, but advised me not to holdout any hope. He had less than one percentchance of living and then he wouldcontinue to be hooked to machines forthe rest of his life.It was in the quiet of my first momentalone, that I was given the instructionswhich saved my son. I was instructedto rebuild my son’s aura by infusing hisbody with the auras of others for twentyminutes at a time. Any longer, and itwould drain the aura of the giver. I wasThey instructed me toparade loving peoplethrough Evan’s room, eachdepositing their own energyfield into his lifeless body.instructed to bring loving people toEvan’s room, each depositing their ownenergy field into his lifeless body. Theywere to do this by touching him andallowing their energy to run through hisbody, and then to give Evan their “gift.”If they sang, they were to sing. If theywere story tellers, tell a story, and soon. Infuse him with positive energy andyour love and your talents, and this willrevive him.I brought loving humans into myson’s room every half hour, 24 hours aday, for three days. Dozens and dozensof people came. The fact that I was ableto convince the hospital to allow thiswas a miracle in itself. On the third day,after 72 hours of constant vigil, my boyopened his little eyes and recognizedme. He was back!Evan recovered all his body functions,and within two weeks he was runningdown the hall to the hospital playroom.I wanted to take him home andbe done with the whole nightmare, butmy light friends were not done with me:I continued to hear the voices and seeBiophile Issue 1643