Months ago I had several life changing events take place. Let me explain.
February I discovered my accountant for nearly 20 years had failed to file my income taxes since 2009. Although he sent me copies of my taxes for those years and assured me he had filed. He did not. Is this weird or what?
I make arrangements to go to San Diego in March to interview attorneys to protect my interests in regards to this gross dereliction in duty and to pick up all my files from my now defunct accountant. I planned the visit for the week of the Easter holiday so I could also see my son who goes to school there.
I used to live in San Diego and have many friends there. One of them, Maria Metcalf, who used to be my secretary learned of my visit while I was there and called me and asked me to come to dinner the night before I left.
At that dinner I was invited to a special cocktail party the coming weekend so I extended my stay. At that party I met many dynamic people including Ray Grimm and his wife Daren Grimm. At that party I learned of an organization that protects physically and sexually abused children, via Daren and she invited me and my son to some back the following month to attend a Child Help black tie fund raiser at the Del Coronado. We accepted, that being my son and I. I made arrangements to come back to San Diego in a month.
While I was there during the extended time, I spent a day at Ray’s office that being the headquarters for a company called Bhip and used an office there for my business. While there I discovered a company that was at the very beginning stages of starting up.
I was not interested, but very curious. I was surrounded by entrepreneurs. I am focused on a new project Mike Darling and I are deep into. That project is very secret and only a handful of people are involved and know about it. But the nature of Ray’s new venture Bhip, got under my skin. Here is what I discovered:
Then I went to the Child Help black tie benefit and it all started to make sense. I met Yvonne Fedderson and Sara O’Meara there and the magic happened. When we met and shook hands my tears started to flow. I knew something was up. I knew these ladies where far more than their small stature revealed. I have written an article about the event and my son and I even got our pictures with Yvonne and Sara on the front pages of the newspaper in San Diego.
But the real dynamics of this had still yet to be revealed, however, I knew something big was in the works. After the Del Coronado Black Tie affair, I received a movie in the mail along with their book, “Silence Broken”. This movie and book opened up my heart, restored my memory of my childhood abuse and changed my life and direction.
BTW: Here is an edited version of that movie for your viewing. It will help you understand why I am dedicating my life to this. [http://www.screencast.com/t/Odunt2CSh61]
If you have known me over the years I have shared with you the many amazing miracles in my life and building Veretekk. The many visitations I have experienced and especially the healings I have witnessed, been part of and engaged in. Truly God is merciful and active in our lives. However, I have never met anyone else personally that has had similar experiences much less an incredible healing, until now. And this is what pulls all this together.
After my latest visit to Phoenix to visit, the ladies; Sara and Yvonne, autographed another of their books to me called “Miracle Healings, God’s Call”. This book was an epiphany to read, here is why. I have transcribed the part of the beginning chapter from Sara. This is her book. This is her story and it totally melted my heart. These are her words (Sara O.Meara)
Almost 40 years ago, I was a young woman with a family, rewarding mission advocating for children, and all the responsibilities of a busy mother and nonprofit founder. The philanthropic spirit instilled by my faith and upbringing had led me from country to country and I was filled with energy and a passion to change the world. Much like today, my schedule was hectic and my calendar had no room for a day off with the flu, much less something more serious. It was during this time that I was diagnosed with an incurable cancer and given three months to live.
I felt all of the emotions that come with such frightening news. My mind instantly focused on my children (my own and those I sought to save through my work) and the effect my illness would have on other loved ones in my life. There was so much to do, so many people to take care of and I was struck of the natural sense of being somehow cheated by life.
Hopeless in my hospital bed, I waited for more tests and began the arduous process of attempting to face my fears of death. A deep, dramatic, mesmerizing voice boomed from the television. A thin woman in a flowing dress pointed her long index finger straight at the camera and said, "If you need a miracle, come to the Shrine Auditorium this Sunday!"
Being brought up Presbyterian, and spending years as a Presbyterian Sunday School teacher, I had never been to a healing service. I thought of them as "holy roller" affairs replete with snake handling and speaking in tongues. They seemed overly theatrical and slightly silly. Still, her voice chilled me and I was moved by her words.
There is something powerful about having nothing left to lose. Our vanity, defenses, and prejudices fall by the wayside and we open our hearts to options we may have never considered. The evangelist was named Katheryn Khulman. She hosted a regular program called I Believe in Miracles and conducted "healing crusades" throughout the country.
Healthy happy Sara might have flipped the channel, but this new version of myself, still in pain from the surgery that had not been successful at cutting out my cancer, knew that I had to be at her upcoming service.
I was not supposed to get out of the hospital for days, but I talked the doctor into releasing me. I falsely assured him I would stay in bed and not move. I had an incision which was about thirty six inches long and clamped together to heal. That was before there were fading stitches and the wound was vulnerable to the elements.
The doctor said, "You could bleed to death if you move, so I really hesitate to let you go home." Nevertheless, I successfully talked him into letting me go home, knowing I was planning to attend the healing service on Sunday.
I called the Shrine Auditorium and asked if there was a section where very ill people could sit. I had seen the winding lines on television with crowds trying to get in and standing for long periods of time. I could barely walk and knew I would not manage in the middle of the masses. My name was put on a list and I was told to enter through a special door for terminally ill patients.
A friend drove me and dropped me off at the curb so I would not have far to walk. I was instructed when to be there and arrived on time. Nevertheless, when I ambled up to the door I was told, "Everything is filled and if you had wanted a seat in this section, or anywhere, you should have been here an hour ago."
I was dejected. My hope vanished and I felt foolish for believing that God had sent me some special message on the television. Probably everyone straining to pack into this place had the same feeling I did. We were all desperate to save our lives and grabbing at straws for salvation. I turned around to leave.
My friend, Ruth Martin, had been in the auditorium and recognized me on the street. She had gone outside to her car to get a sweater because it was cool inside. She said, "What in the world are you doing here, Sara?"
I said, "I don't feel well and I'd hoped to get in but every seat is taken. My friend and I are going home."
She said, "I will give you my seat and my husband can give your friend his seat." Usually, I would have been polite enough to say, "Oh, no, no, no," but I jumped at the chance. I was poised for miracles and this was the first one of the day.
The seat was located way up in the balcony. As I climbed the steep stairs I saw that I was stepping in my own blood. I was bleeding from the long incision that began underneath my neck and trailed to my left side. I was so weak by the time I reached the top that I almost fell into my seat, which was fortunately at the end of the row.
I tried to right myself and was struck by a strange sense of lightness. I felt that my body was lifted up and I hovered above myself looking down. In my peripheral vision, a pink cloud the consistency of cotton candy was floating on the left side of the auditorium. I was slightly transparent but a seemingly solid mass. While still above looking down, I watched it float around my body. My rational mind concluded three possibilities: I was about to faint, I was hallucinating from the pain or I was slowly drifting towards death.
I don't know the length of time that passed. the sermon was quiet in the distance and the crowd has dissipated around me. I was so intrigued by the vision and wanted to turn to the friend next to me and ask her if she saw what was happening but i couldn't. I was frozen. My body was just there.
Kathryn Kuhlman stopped her service and her booming voice cut through my consciousness; "there is a healing of a girl with cancer riddled throughout her body."
Kathryn continued her service and then stopped again, "This girl in the balcony is being healed. She is having a phenomenal experience! She feels a thousand needles going through her at the moment."
I came out of the cloud and back into my body. It felt as if needles were coursing through my skin. It must be like the sensation of being shocked through an electrical current. The entire row where I was sitting fell over like dominos in the seated position-feeling the overflow of the Holy Spirit going through me. Kathryn emphatically called out, "this girl is sitting in the last row of the first balcony in a red dress. God has saved you for a very special purpose. You are anointed!"
I was wearing a red dress. There was a great commotion around me because everyone had been knocked over by the power. The ushers had seen this and came over to me and said, "Aren't you the one that's being healed?"
I said, "I think so." I must have sounded pretty confounded because light laughter rustled through the auditorium.
An usher instructed me to stand up and give my testimony. I was hesitant. Even with the profound nature of the events unfolding, my self-consciousness and sense of doubt crept in. I was concerned to look foolish in front of the crowd. Because of my extensive charity work for orphans and former life as an actress, I was well known and active in the Los Angeles community. What if someone I knew was there?
As I hesitated, I heard a very clear voice speak to me, "You mean that I would do this for you and you would deny me?"
I jumped out of my seat, and as I did a tremendous energy flowed from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I was filled with a sense of knowing that I was a new person. There was no Pain. I felt energized. The bleeding had stopped and as I walked downstairs front he balcony, I found I was literally gliding the long distance to the stage. I knew that this touch of God's grace had given me a second chance.
As I walked down the aisle towards the stage to give my testimony, there were other people who had been healed that were anxious to get on stage to relate what had happened to them. I could not push through the throng of people but I spoke privately to God, "Oh God, I'm here. You see I'm here. I'm not going to make it up there, but I want you to know that I'm here to testify."
Kathryn Kuhlman came to the edge of the stage and pointed at me, "The girl in the red dress in the back, would you make way for her to come forward? The glory of God is all over her!"
There are rare moments in life when all education and rationalization give way to pure feeling. It is the rush of emotion we experience when falling in love or dreaming or experiencing childbirth. It comes in dramatic waves and when it's over, it is virtually forgotten. When we attempt to give it words we render ourselves speechless. I went up on stage and gave my testimony. I spoke from the heart and recounted exactly what happened.
When I had finished, the usher said, "Miss Kuhlman would like your phone number. She wants to know how to reach you, would you mind?" I have it to him. Driving home with my friend, I was still in a daze and my mind was swirling as I praised god over and over again.
When I undressed that night, I realized my skin had mended over the clamps. The deep gaping wound had closed around each clamp. I felt repaired and at peace. The following morning, at my doctor's appointment, the doctor was amazed when he examined me. He left the examining room and approached Yvonne Fedderson, my dear friend anxiously sitting in the waiting room. Discarding professional medical terminology, he exclaimed, "You have the kookiest friend I've ever seen! I am in a state of disbelief. The skin has healed up over the clamps." The newest x-rays showed I was completely cured of my cancer with the doctor declaring he had no explanation for it.
The next day, I received a call from Kathryn Kuhlman and she asked if I had a copy of my x*rays before and after the healing. I told her I did and she asked if I could bring them with me to film a segment on her national television show. I was initially concerned about just giving a testimony on stage and now I was slated to appear on national TV. Still, the actress in me was able to step forward and share my story even though the young woman who had been healed felt slightly terrified.
After the appearance, Kathryn asked if I would oversee the VIP section at all of her services in Los Angeles. This section was set aside for recognizable celebrities. Before six months was up, she had placed me in the most difficult section which was where the wheelchair bound seekers and terminally ill patients sat in the hopes of healing. It was there that I realized I saw light around the person that God would touch and heal during the service.
As is my nature, I wanted to ensure I was not imagining this bright glow around those who had been chosen, so I tested myself for months. Soon I developed the courage to tell illuminated individuals that the Holy Spirit and God's touch was upon them prior to Kathryn calling out a healing in the wheelchair and terminally ill section. I became adept at identifying the exact one on whom the Holy Spirit fell.
Because I told them they would be healed prior to Kathryn's acknowledgement many were bolstered to receive their healing. Sometimes it seemed like faith needed a nudge to flourish but when it did, miracles happened.
When I finally spoke to Kathryn about my gift, she threw her head back, laughed and said, : It's just the beginning for you, Sara. It's just the beginning. God has a great plan." I thought she was speaking about my work healing abused children. I didn't know that she was talking about the beginning of our work together and a treasured friendship as well as what my future held for me.
I traveled to the Holy Land with Kathryn Kuhlman and it was there that she strongly reiterated that God had saved me for the special purpose of healing. My purpose was not only for the organization that my friend Yvonne and I founded for abused children, but also a gift off healing to be used for His glory.
While Kathryn, my dear friend Yvonne and I were having lunch at a little restaurant overlooking the Red sea, Kathryn said to me, "I hope you recognize what God has done for you. He has given you the gift of healing." I knew that I had developed a knack for sensing what ailed others and I had experienced a healing of my own that was nothing short of miraculous, but her words were weighted with such responsibility. I wasn't sure I was ready to accept such a profound purpose, nor was I sure the mantel had truly fallen on me.
Reflecting back on that day, I wondered if Kathryn know about her own health or felt the need to pass a torch so that her ministries could continue. Shortly after our trip, she passed away on the same date as my healing. I was heartbroken because of our close friendship. I felt there was so much more to learn from her and countless people who needed her guidance.
I suppose when our senses are awakened by God's love, we open our eyes to new signs and symbols He makes available to inspire our consciousness. My oldest son, John, was born on February 20th, I was healed on February 20th and Kathryn Kuhman died on February 20th. This meaningful date in my life was one sign that I was on the correct course to continue as a conduit for God's graceful healing.
A year after her death, a famous healing priest named Father Ralph DiOrio from Massachusetts, was doing research on Kathryn Kuhman. He read a chapter she had included about me in her book and he began to search for me. People told him if he wanted to know more about Kathryn he should contact Sara O'Meara. He didn't know how to find me because my phone was unlisted. However, while he was a guest in Danny Thomas' home in California, he asked if Danny and his wife, Rosemary, happened to know me. As fate would have it, they had been active in my children's charity. They replied, "Yes, we're friends."
The Thomas' invited me to dinner to meet Father DiOrio. I was unsure why he would want to speak with me but I went. I told him my story and he listened with rapt attention. He confirmed that God had granted me with the gift of healing and I must use it. He offered to mentor me and ended up playing a major role in my life. We began conducting some services together to bring God's mercy to those who needed it most. I spoke and helped with preparations but I had not been officially introduced as a healer.
Months later, at a service that Father DiOrio and I were performing together in New York, he surprisingly announced that Sara O'Meara would be praying on one side of the podium and he on the other for people who had not received a healing during the service. I was overwhelmed because I thought, "This audience doesn't know me at all." There were 3,000 people in attendance and I recoiled fearing that nobody would know me and they would all go to Father DiOrio's line. I was right. Not a soul stood in my line.
At the end of the long snaking line for Father DiOrio, I saw an extremely tall man speaking to two or three people gathered around him. They appeared to be members of his family. He looked towards me several times and I inferred he was discussing whether or not to try me for fear he might not make it to Father DiOrio.
The tall man made his way towards me and I nervously thought, "Oh no, he thinks I can do something for him." There were mixed emotions. On one hand, I was embarrassed no one was in my line but I was also apprehensive that the tall man was on his way to see me and there was nothing I could do to help him.
The tall man said, "Would you pray for me?"
I asked, "Well, what is wrong with you sir?"
He said, "I have an inoperable cancerous tumor on my face," as he pointed to a prominent lump on his right cheek.
My heart went out to him. The baseball-sized tumor distorted his features and clearly made himself*conscious. His eyes were filled with such expectation and I was afraid God would not heal him through me. I prayed all the time but felt paralyzed. I couldn't think of a single prayer. I reached into my heart for the first words I could find, "Dear God, heal this man."
As soon as I spoke, there were screams from his family. they gasped and created quite a commotion. The swollen tumor had begun to deflate. It was disappearing before all of our eyes. I was even more shocked than he and his family.
All of a sudden a rush of people came to me. A second healing occurred with a woman suffering from a skin disease that no one was able to cure. The visible gauze that had been sticking to her body began peeling upward to reveal her newly repaired skin.
An 82 year old gentleman who was totally deaf in one ear and had 80 percent hearing loss in the other, explained that for 50 years he could not ear but suddenly my voice rang clearly through the cathedral. The day was filled with miracles as I continued to pray for people and practically everyone I prayed for was healed. It was then and only then that I consciously accepted that God wanted to use me in this way.
I returned to my California home to find the answering service filled with messages from people requesting prayer. Word quickly spread throughout the country that there was a lady on the west coast who had a healing gift. I began prayer services. Numerous miracles from God touched those at my gatherings. The crowds grew and grew and I realized a larger meeting place was required.
My only fear is you will find this all a bit overwhelming. I have had a Jobian life, contrasted with amazing miracles and visitations. I am blessed beyond means. I am driven to lead this movement to take Child Help to new heights and to reach millions more of children who are crying out to be saved. Join me will you?
I have set up 4 web conferences this weekend so all who wish to attend can attend. I am excited to see you all there:
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