Divine Healing: Miracles and Guinivere - a true story from the book
The Spiritual Life of Animals and Plants

by Laurie Conrad

     By this time, I had studied Divine healing with my teacher John Payne. During the first, and actually my last lesson on "laying-on-of-hands" type healing, I healed him. At first I took on his pain, my arms actually hurt. He said, "You are doing it wrong. Ask that you be a channel of the Divine Healing Energy. Let It come through you." Then he said a sentence I will never forget. He said, “The Divine Energy is all around us," and I saw it.

     I literally saw it. After I became proficient in this, he taught me "mental healing,” again in one or two lessons, and over the phone. In this healing one does not have to put hands on another, or even be in the same room. Or even the same country. The "healer" just asks for the healing and says "thank you" to God. It is actually a deep prayer, from the Heart. Guinivere was one of the first recipients of my training, as well as some violins and violas and cellos in Washington D.C., which I glued back together over the phone for a violin maker. Over the years people began asking for healing as well. I have seen so many "miracles" by now that they are no longer miraculous. Rather they merely reflect the Higher Laws of a Higher Reality.

     In all healing, the healer must first ask permission from the Higher. As John said : "We are not always allowed to send healing. There is a Divine Plan. If we are not allowed to send healing it is because the person is in Higher Hands." And Guinivere was meant to leave Earth, I couldn't change that. But we were allowed some things. For example, the physicians would test Guinivere for some side issue or problem and the test would come back positive; I would ask for healing and a few days later, on the re-test, the results would be negative. This happened often, and the veterinarian looked so puzzled and confused, especially when Guinivere's eyesight partially returned, that in the end I had to tell her that I was a healer.

     She took it fairly well. I offered to help her in her work, and told her that she could call on me as needed in extreme cases. She replied that she was a scientist, working in a scientific framework, a scientist hired and paid by Cornell University, and therefore she could not accept my offer. Since then I periodically send Christ and St. Francis to all the animals in all hospitals, for comfort, instruction and healing, and help transitioning to other realms if needed.

     In addition to the smaller "miracles,” and there were many, there was one large one that the veterinarian at Cornell never knew about. It happened in my living room.

     Guinivere was too weak to stand. This was the one thing I had dreaded. The memory is so clear, as though I were standing there now, in my living room on Buffalo Street. Too distraught to follow any given healing method, I just stood in my living room and cried: "God, please God, if she can't walk I'll have to put her to sleep, I can't carry her, she's too heavy for me.” My entire Heart was in that prayer, which I suspect made up for the lack of protocol. In any case, the room began to fill with an enormous, incredible Love, what I now would call Divine Love. I could even see it, crystalline and clear, filling the room, as tangible as heat coming up the heat vents in winter. I looked down at Guinivere, and actually saw the poison receding from her legs, I watched the swelling disappear inch by inch. It took less than a minute. Guinivere stood up, wagged her tail vigorously and then gave my hand a lick. She walked until the very end of her life.

     During this reprieve, we had some nice moments together. That Saturday afternoon we listened to a Met broadcast of Sampson and Delilah over the radio. I let Guinivere listen with headphones, not too loud and not directly on her ears. She was grateful, and we all cried. Within days she had deteriorated terribly, she barely knew me, and then for only a minute at a time. The evening before the vet came to put my Guinivere to sleep I asked one of my students to play a beautiful Bach aria, and Guinivere and I listened together, my arm around her neck. That night I played "Sheep May Safely Graze" until I more or less fell asleep at the piano. When the vet came, Guinivere was lying by Christ's statue in the garden, and I held her and put my hand on her heart as the shot was given. She was gone in seconds. And as she left the body, the brightest Being I had ever seen stood before us. In fact the Being was so Bright that I couldn't even look at it. Whether it was Guinivere's soul, or a being that had come for her, or both, I don't know. There was too much Light for me even to make out a form. I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was Christ Himself, Guinivere was so devoted to Him.

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