Mountain do not fall on me today I have this poem I must write I have this song to sing I have this child under my wing
Mountain fall on me next May But do not fall on me today I have this child unborn to greet I have this woman to meet
Come on and do it, do it, do it now please Come on and do it, do it, do it now please I have this child unborn to greet I have this woman to meet
Strength of Vayu blow this ways again I have this work that I must do With all these clouds around, I can't see Please wake the child asleep in me
written around Fall of 1980
The next story is a true account of the healing of Millie Tremblay's husband - Ross. Millie wrote this, and I am grateful to share her story.
February 20th, 2007
My name is Mildred Tremblay.We live on Vancouver Island off the coast of British Columbia in Canada.My husband, Ross Tremblay is 88 years old.We have been married almost 60 years.
For the past nine years Ross has been blind.The cause of his blindness is Wet Macular Degeneration which proceeds very rapidly to destroy sight and for which there is no cure.As well, a few years after the blindness happened, he lost the use of his right arm and hand because of a stroke.
He is generous and optimistic by nature and he bore these trials courageously, but it was hard.It was very lonely sometimes.He had to move from being a rather powerful person into complete dependence.
During the past year, he became more and more loving, wanting only to speak in loving waysThere was a distilled sweetness about him.Unable to hear harsh words, wanting only to love.
He had been a hard driving aggressive man in his earlier years.
A meditator friend, Sue Irwin, brought him a copy of the book 'Conversation with God' by Neale Donald Walsch (www.nealedonaldwalsch)
His home support workers who come in for three hours a day, as well as a friend of his, Richard who comes in once a week, read to him from this book.
Every evening, after I put him to bed, I would also read the book to him.He loved this book with a passion.He literally fell in love with the God in the book.The God of Love, of friendliness, of humour, of intelligence.More and more he began to speak of this God.God this and God that.Until I would say: for god’s sake Ross, that’s enough!
One day not long ago, it was around Feb 7th, 2007, he called me over to his wheelchair and said in a low serious voice:“I’m going to ask God to restore my sight.Will you pray with me for that?”We are not religious people, we left the church long ago, but we’ve always read spiritual books and we have done Vipassana meditation every day for the past 30 years.
When he said he would ask for the return of his sight, I thought: "Oh, poor man, that is so sad.How desperate you must be to ask for such a thing.You can never get your sight back, you’ll die blind"
But I didn’t say any of that out loud; I simply said: “Sure”.Then I said: “seeing that God can act instantly, let’s ask him right now! “ I was kidding, but to my surprise, he cringed back in his chair and said: "No!Not right now.I couldn’t handle it".(He KNEW it would happen).
Well then, I said, let’s give it a few days.How about in three days?
He was very happy with this solution and agreed to it.
I promptly forgot all about it.
On February 10th, 2007, three days later, in the evening after supper, Ross was in his wheelchair in front of the sink in the bathroom brushing his teeth.Years of blindness had taught him that it was useless to look in a mirror.
Suddenly he caught a movement in the mirror; there was a man in there brushing his teeth!He felt confused and shocked; he didn’t know the man as he didn’t recognize himself after nine years of blindness.
Then he realized that the man in the mirror was himself.
That old man was him!What a lot of white hair!
He called me in from the kitchen where I was cleaning up the supper dishes with my youngest daughter, Mia, who was visiting from Vancouver.He was always calling me, mostly for little things; sometimes I was irritated, the way a young mother is by constant demands of a child.But I went in to see what he wanted.
He told me he could see his face in the mirror;I couldn’t really process this and for some reason I bent over to look in the mirror and he yelled: “That’s your face!”He hadn’t seen me in all those years of blindness.Mia came in from the kitchen; we still couldn’t process what was happening.I called in another daughter Joanie from next door where she lives.
We stood around in a semi circle, unbelieving.This couldn’t be happening.He was imagining it, or there was some temporary fluke of light.
But he described each one of us.Joanie, who all these years had helped care for him, who loved him with an overflowing heart, and was always available in the middle of the night when he fell, when she heard him describe her as “fatter” wasn’t offended.She leaned back against the wall and laughed and laughed.I’ll never forget her peals of pure joyous laughter; she knew then that he could see.
Later when I put him to bed, he said his eyes were “blazing” and there was “ a lot of heat”.Still I had doubts about what had happened, and the next morning it wouldn’t have surprised me if he hadn’t been able to see; I was ready to think of it as some sort of misunderstanding; I held my breath.
But he could see alright!And every day since that incredible Saturday, his eyesight has maintained itself.
Ross asked with “no doubt”, but especially with a heart radiating with love for his “new” God.
Can you imagine the effect this event has had on our family, our friends, and everyone who hears about it?Their faces light up with joy; they are moved out of their despair, they understand that there is a God and that God is not the biblical tyrannical old father we were taught to believe in, who punished us for our “sins”, who we were taught to fear, but a God who loves us so dearly, he waits patiently for years until we notice him.He is there, within you, all around you, waiting for you to ask.
I use the pronoun “he” -- but there is no gender -- He, She, It.You.Me.It’s all God.
She wants for us everything that is good.She wants us to be happy.To know joy.To wake up to the Kingdom of God, not just in the sky, but within us, and all around us.
I heard a hymn last week at a concert and the opening line was:
Noble have I created thee…
Mildred Tremblay Feb. 20/2007 Nanaimo, BC.
Note:At the time this happened Ross was also receiving shots of electrical energy shooting through his right arm, which had been paralyzed by a stroke.It was if the healing energy that was around was now trying to work on his arm.(although nobody had requested that). When his daughter touched his arm, she got an electric shock.And also at this time, his daughter Joan, who lived next door, was having very powerful dreams in which she experienced the room and her entire being filling up with light.
A month or so after I wrote the above, I came across an old journal of Ross’.It is a journal he kept ten years ago before he went blind, when he made a trip “home” to Northern Saskatchewan,to the land where he was born and grew up
He was staying at a friend’s summer cabin on a lake.I was astonished to read the following, where he predicts not only his coming blindness, but the immense spiritual opening it would bring.The opening of the eyes of his soul.He writes as follows:
“This is written at Hector’s lovely cabin on Lake Morin.I am looking out through the large front windows over the lake.The morning sun is shining…..(he goes on to reflect on the beauty of the scene) …The birds here!So many of them, and such a variety of color and song….I find it difficult to write because my soul just wants to look, listen, contemplate, reminisce…A thought just came to me which is rather scary.It’s from the song “Amazing Grace”: “I once was blind and now I see”It is a fact that I am losing my sight to wet macular degeneration and could be literally blind within a year.So it struck me that I may become blind so I can see, through the eyes of the heart and soul, beyond the appearance of all things into their Reality, their Divine Beauty. So this strange thought struck me, that I may be going blind so I can truly see."
