As it happened, the on duty and resuscitation doctors were good friends who trusted me and my work. In the meanwhile, the boy’s conditions were extremely severe and the equipment for giving him intravenous drugs and first help had already been put in place. What follows happened in the span of a few minutes, may be 2-3.
The child’s face was pale and the area around his mouth had turned bluish, his breathing was extremely difficult and fear filled his blue eyes. I looked at him and our eyes met: in his shone both undeserved suffering and the consciousness that what was happening was, somehow, needed. Wisdom harbours in beings who are about to die!!!
All around me I felt rays of golden light and, soon, next to me appeared my Teacher’s shadow. He shifted my attention to another spectrum of time and, suddenly, a scene unfolded in front of my eyes.
I could clearly see Inna, the child’s mother, tending to the washing and preparing the child for bed time. I saw how, suddenly, her alcoholic husband had barged into the room, accompanied by his women friends and had started offending her with rude words in front of his guests. I saw how she could not stop herself and the fight that followed. I heard her curse slip from her lips and immediately perceived the black rays of energy flee from her heart and reach the husband’s brain. I realised how his self-protection worked and diverted them away from him towards the child and how they entered his chest area blocking the bronchial energy flowing in the respiratory tract: the child’s breathing turned raucous and the mother, realising immediately what was happening, called for the ambulance.
I kept on asking myself: “What to do?” This question kept on turning around in my mind: “What to do? What to do?” His voice, loud and firm spoke to me: it was my Teacher’s voice loudly resounding in my mind: “This woman has a huge sense of pride; this is a karmic problem brought from past lives. She must accept that, in this life, she is bound to attract bad behaviour from men. God gave her a boy child, so that she could see through him the fruits of her anger, how she protects her pride. What you are witnessing now, is one of God’s lessons both for her and for you too, if you really want to become a spiritual healer and not remain a simple doctor”. I was drenched in sweat; I was in a serious dilemma: according to medical law, I had to give the boy a powerful injection of hormones, but the Teacher had been helping me to understand that things were not so straight forward and that it was very important to find the best way out. How could this situation be helped?
(To be continued: Doctor, can you give the right advice?...)