RE: HI Adventure

[Guest guest]

It's so good to hear from you. Our prayers are still with you.

Please share with us more as this unfolds in your mind and heart.

There are some incredible things going on within this " healing

community " .

Glad you are " back " .. or almost so.

Blessings from Alabama,

, Slater and Caroline

> Hi, group! I am back in WH and presenting tomorrow in Santa

Barbara at the Devereux Center, moving very slowly, living up to

my " elderly " title. This is what I wrote the day after. I'll be

back on board soon! Dr. JM

>

> 3-24-04

>

> In the six weeks that I have been here in HI, in addition to

updating the book and serving my patients by post, fax and phone,

and Jack's writing and counseling, we have had a regular nightly

practice of council, meditation, and prayer. Our focus has been and

still is for healing energies from another level of consciousness be

made available to help the sorrow and suffering in the world, but

specifically the stricken autistic children and their families. It

is clear that even though many strides are being made, the problem

cannot be solved from the level of the problem fast enough, but

needs more powerful forces of another kind than those we ordinarily

have available to us. We feel that we have been called to do this

work starting with our love for Chelsey, but know it has gone far

beyond that to the collective injured children. Though we do not

intellectually even begin to understand how it works, we both

totally believe and trust that these higher energies are available,

and we have tried to make ourselves as worthy of being a dual

receiver and transmitter of that energy as possible. We have each

known for a long time that we could not do it separately, but felt

that together our pooled consciousness and love could be used as a

vehicle for these higher energies. We both knew we had to work on

certain indulgences that provide stumbling blocks to the

consciousness we are striving for, these being the ignorance we have

of exactly how the body and physical existence in general work and

even why we're here, the desire to fall into oblivion (addictions),

the desire for sameness, and fear of the new (the unknown). We are

tough teachers for each other, always holding up the mirror of truth

to the best of our abilities.

>

>

>

> Our love became incredibly clear and wondrous in this period,

gradually almost continuously enabling us to see the divinity in

each other and the blessing of being able to feel such love. We

were in this state when the accident occurred, but also entangled in

a very earthly strong desire to get to the airport two hours away in

the worst rain storm HI has ever encountered. The gorge near our

home has been swollen and roaring for days, with about 30 inches of

rain in the last two weeks. We learned later that in the two hours

just preceding our departure, there had been 8-1/2 inches of rain,

so we had left for the airport just at the height of the storm. The

water was pouring over the road on the bridge very close to our

property, and that being the only way out, when Jack said " I'm going

for it! " I braced myself in agreement, while in the process of

trying to remove a soaked jacket prior to putting my seatbelt on.

The instant we hit the water a huge rush came over the bridge,

swirling our little car around as if were a matchstick. It whirled

us over the side of the bridge and down the gorge, along with

boulders, mud, and tree branches. As we went over the side, Jack

said, " Oh my darling, I am so sorry! " I replied, " We're together

all the way, sweetheart. " The next thing we knew, the car had

landed on the passenger side down and was filling with water, with

tremendous pressure and deafening noise. Jack was caught in his

seat belt and could not undo it with his body's weight hanging on it

and he was crushing down on me as my head started to go under. As

the water came to my face, I dreaded the anticipated feeling of the

suffocation of drowning. In that instant another huge rush hit us,

rolling the car over three or four times. Though frightening, it

was nothing like the fear of drowning, and it was sort of like we

were in a dream watching this incredible thing happen. The car

finally stopped with the driver's side on the ground, and though it

was hard to see anything in the torrential rain, we realized we had

come up against a tree which was holding us. We were afraid to

move, afraid we would be dislodged to be carried even further down

the gorge. Windows had been knocked out and the safety glass

windshield was completely shattered throughout with glass

everywhere. Jack was bleeding with cuts on his head and several

deep cuts in his right hand that needed suturing, one of the wounds

revealing the white tendon against the bone of his knuckle. We were

totally soaked and freezing, shivering with both shock and cold

while the rain kept relentlessly coming down. I was on the floor

which was the driver's front window, and I could see the earth

underneath and the two part tree trunk holding us as if in an

embrace. I never loved the earth so much, and prayed that the

roaring waters which were eating away the soil around the tree would

subside before the roots broke away under the weight of our car. We

were there for several hours before the rain subsided enough for

Jack to carefully venture to move and make an attempt to pry open

the back passenger door and look outside. He could then see that

the car rested totally on an island between the two rushing gorges

of water, mud, boulders, and tree branches; we knew it was

impossible to even think about getting across, feeling lucky that

the rain had subsided a bit and and we were on land, apparently

intact. We waited (what else could we do?) and prayed and meditated

and talked about our incredible 30 years together, acknowledging

that we had had a wonderful life. Jack finally climbed out of the

car to look around, and then I saw him wave to someone. Our

neighbor's 16-year old daughter was peeking through the brush and

trees across the gorge, frantically dialing her cell phone. The

roar of the water made it impossible to hear any level of shouting.

After a while, a bunch of yellow-coated firemen came, conferring and

looking all over to try to find a way to get to us. They were using

a saw to cut down the trees and bushes on the bank, apparently

waiting for a firemen from a rescue unit from Hilo called a " monkey "

to come so he could cross the gulch by climbing the trees above us

and crossing over on intertwined branches carrying a rope. He

dropped down beside us, secured the rope to a tree, then lifted me

out of the car and helped me over to the rope which was being held

by the men on the other side of the gulch. He put a halter on me

with a big hook which attached to the rope, attached himself behind

me, and they pulled from the other side to bring us over the roaring

water. As we were being pulled over, I could see less than 20 feet

on beyond us a huge break in the water which plunged down to a large

pool below; it is clear that that would have been our fate if it

were not for the tree. Then they brought Jack over to join me in

the waiting ambulance, where they had stuck me four times to find a

vein to start the IV (I knew how our kids felt!). Everything hurt

on me, especially my chest and ribs, but otherwise I appeared only

to have scrapes and bruises, but Jack had some pretty deep cuts. At

the hospital, they checked out everything, took urine and blood

tests and X-rays, and said there was no evidence of any broken bones

or internal bleeding, sewed up Jack's cuts, and discharged us. Our

neighbor picked us up from the hospital, bringing dry clothes and

shoes, and brought us home with pain pills and antibiotics and

instructions for Jack to see an orthopaedic surgeon to check the

tendon wound and for either of us to return if there were any

problems.

>

>

>

> The next day the Honokaa Tribune had a picture of our overturned

car down in the gorge, saying " Firemen Save Elderly Couple " in their

write-up about all the damage the storms had incurred. We have

received many many calls and posts of love and wonder at our

surviving this adventure. Some have asked, " What do you think it

all means? " and we have given it deep thought.

>

>

>

> I believe that the rushing waters are a metaphor for the power of

the energies we have been asking for from the higher planes. To me,

the teaching is that these forces are present, they must be

respected, harnessed with skill and attentiveness, and used with

great humility and love.

>

>

>

> I also believe that making a plane is no reason to carelessly risk

one's life, no matter where you're going or for what purpose.

>

>

>

> It is clear we still have work to do.

>

>

>

> We have incredible teachers helping us.

>

>

>

> I am grateful, humble, in love, and happy to be alive. The

clearest thing of all is that Love Is All There Is.

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

How awful and yet how wonderful to have such a transformative

experience. I have been praying for you both in the days since it

occurred and am so thankful that you are relatively unscathed. You

are both such a blessing and we thank you. Kim

> Hi, group! I am back in WH and presenting tomorrow in Santa

Barbara at the Devereux Center, moving very slowly, living up to

my " elderly " title. This is what I wrote the day after. I'll be

back on board soon! Dr. JM

>

> 3-24-04

>

> In the six weeks that I have been here in HI, in addition to

updating the book and serving my patients by post, fax and phone, and

Jack's writing and counseling, we have had a regular nightly practice

of council, meditation, and prayer. Our focus has been and still is

for healing energies from another level of consciousness be made

available to help the sorrow and suffering in the world, but

specifically the stricken autistic children and their families. It

is clear that even though many strides are being made, the problem

cannot be solved from the level of the problem fast enough, but needs

more powerful forces of another kind than those we ordinarily have

available to us. We feel that we have been called to do this work

starting with our love for Chelsey, but know it has gone far beyond

that to the collective injured children. Though we do not

intellectually even begin to understand how it works, we both totally

believe and trust that these higher energies are available, and we

have tried to make ourselves as worthy of being a dual receiver and

transmitter of that energy as possible. We have each known for a

long time that we could not do it separately, but felt that together

our pooled consciousness and love could be used as a vehicle for

these higher energies. We both knew we had to work on certain

indulgences that provide stumbling blocks to the consciousness we are

striving for, these being the ignorance we have of exactly how the

body and physical existence in general work and even why we're here,

the desire to fall into oblivion (addictions), the desire for

sameness, and fear of the new (the unknown). We are tough teachers

for each other, always holding up the mirror of truth to the best of

our abilities.

>

>

>

> Our love became incredibly clear and wondrous in this period,

gradually almost continuously enabling us to see the divinity in each

other and the blessing of being able to feel such love. We were in

this state when the accident occurred, but also entangled in a very

earthly strong desire to get to the airport two hours away in the

worst rain storm HI has ever encountered. The gorge near our home has

been swollen and roaring for days, with about 30 inches of rain in

the last two weeks. We learned later that in the two hours just

preceding our departure, there had been 8-1/2 inches of rain, so we

had left for the airport just at the height of the storm. The water

was pouring over the road on the bridge very close to our property,

and that being the only way out, when Jack said " I'm going for it! " I

braced myself in agreement, while in the process of trying to remove

a soaked jacket prior to putting my seatbelt on. The instant we hit

the water a huge rush came over the bridge, swirling our little car

around as if were a matchstick. It whirled us over the side of the

bridge and down the gorge, along with boulders, mud, and tree

branches. As we went over the side, Jack said, " Oh my darling, I am

so sorry! " I replied, " We're together all the way, sweetheart. " The

next thing we knew, the car had landed on the passenger side down and

was filling with water, with tremendous pressure and deafening

noise. Jack was caught in his seat belt and could not undo it with

his body's weight hanging on it and he was crushing down on me as my

head started to go under. As the water came to my face, I dreaded

the anticipated feeling of the suffocation of drowning. In that

instant another huge rush hit us, rolling the car over three or four

times. Though frightening, it was nothing like the fear of drowning,

and it was sort of like we were in a dream watching this incredible

thing happen. The car finally stopped with the driver's side on the

ground, and though it was hard to see anything in the torrential

rain, we realized we had come up against a tree which was holding

us. We were afraid to move, afraid we would be dislodged to be

carried even further down the gorge. Windows had been knocked out

and the safety glass windshield was completely shattered throughout

with glass everywhere. Jack was bleeding with cuts on his head and

several deep cuts in his right hand that needed suturing, one of the

wounds revealing the white tendon against the bone of his knuckle.

We were totally soaked and freezing, shivering with both shock and

cold while the rain kept relentlessly coming down. I was on the

floor which was the driver's front window, and I could see the earth

underneath and the two part tree trunk holding us as if in an

embrace. I never loved the earth so much, and prayed that the

roaring waters which were eating away the soil around the tree would

subside before the roots broke away under the weight of our car. We

were there for several hours before the rain subsided enough for Jack

to carefully venture to move and make an attempt to pry open the back

passenger door and look outside. He could then see that the car

rested totally on an island between the two rushing gorges of water,

mud, boulders, and tree branches; we knew it was impossible to even

think about getting across, feeling lucky that the rain had subsided

a bit and and we were on land, apparently intact. We waited (what

else could we do?) and prayed and meditated and talked about our

incredible 30 years together, acknowledging that we had had a

wonderful life. Jack finally climbed out of the car to look around,

and then I saw him wave to someone. Our neighbor's 16-year old

daughter was peeking through the brush and trees across the gorge,

frantically dialing her cell phone. The roar of the water made it

impossible to hear any level of shouting. After a while, a bunch of

yellow-coated firemen came, conferring and looking all over to try to

find a way to get to us. They were using a saw to cut down the trees

and bushes on the bank, apparently waiting for a firemen from a

rescue unit from Hilo called a " monkey " to come so he could cross the

gulch by climbing the trees above us and crossing over on intertwined

branches carrying a rope. He dropped down beside us, secured the

rope to a tree, then lifted me out of the car and helped me over to

the rope which was being held by the men on the other side of the

gulch. He put a halter on me with a big hook which attached to the

rope, attached himself behind me, and they pulled from the other side

to bring us over the roaring water. As we were being pulled over, I

could see less than 20 feet on beyond us a huge break in the water

which plunged down to a large pool below; it is clear that that would

have been our fate if it were not for the tree. Then they brought

Jack over to join me in the waiting ambulance, where they had stuck

me four times to find a vein to start the IV (I knew how our kids

felt!). Everything hurt on me, especially my chest and ribs, but

otherwise I appeared only to have scrapes and bruises, but Jack had

some pretty deep cuts. At the hospital, they checked out everything,

took urine and blood tests and X-rays, and said there was no evidence

of any broken bones or internal bleeding, sewed up Jack's cuts, and

discharged us. Our neighbor picked us up from the hospital, bringing

dry clothes and shoes, and brought us home with pain pills and

antibiotics and instructions for Jack to see an orthopaedic surgeon

to check the tendon wound and for either of us to return if there

were any problems.

>

>

>

> The next day the Honokaa Tribune had a picture of our overturned

car down in the gorge, saying " Firemen Save Elderly Couple " in their

write-up about all the damage the storms had incurred. We have

received many many calls and posts of love and wonder at our

surviving this adventure. Some have asked, " What do you think it all

means? " and we have given it deep thought.

>

>

>

> I believe that the rushing waters are a metaphor for the power of

the energies we have been asking for from the higher planes. To me,

the teaching is that these forces are present, they must be

respected, harnessed with skill and attentiveness, and used with

great humility and love.

>

>

>

> I also believe that making a plane is no reason to carelessly risk

one's life, no matter where you're going or for what purpose.

>

>

>

> It is clear we still have work to do.

>

>

>

> We have incredible teachers helping us.

>

>

>

> I am grateful, humble, in love, and happy to be alive. The

clearest thing of all is that Love Is All There Is.

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Glad you are doing better. Our prayers are with you. You have a blessing in

your hands, heart and mind and we hope you are given the health and strength

to go on changing lives for many years to come.

A big hug from me and a kiss from ,

Joyce

Mama de

Puerto Rico

----- Original Message -----

From: " Jaquelyn McCandless "

[Guest guest]

Dr McCandless,

You have a truly amazing way with words, I found this deeply moving. It is

impossible to comprehend how traumatic the whole experience must have been ,

but it seems it clearly happened for a reason.

May God bless you both,

With best wishes

HI Adventure

Hi, group! I am back in WH and presenting tomorrow in Santa Barbara at the

Devereux Center, moving very slowly, living up to my " elderly " title. This

is what I wrote the day after. I'll be back on board soon! Dr. JM

3-24-04

In the six weeks that I have been here in HI, in addition to updating the

book and serving my patients by post, fax and phone, and Jack's writing and

counseling, we have had a regular nightly practice of council, meditation,

and prayer. Our focus has been and still is for healing energies from

another level of consciousness be made available to help the sorrow and

suffering in the world, but specifically the stricken autistic children and

their families. It is clear that even though many strides are being made,

the problem cannot be solved from the level of the problem fast enough, but

needs more powerful forces of another kind than those we ordinarily have

available to us. We feel that we have been called to do this work starting

with our love for Chelsey, but know it has gone far beyond that to the

collective injured children. Though we do not intellectually even begin to

understand how it works, we both totally believe and trust that these higher

energies are available, and we have tried to make ourselves as worthy of

being a dual receiver and transmitter of that energy as possible. We have

each known for a long time that we could not do it separately, but felt that

together our pooled consciousness and love could be used as a vehicle for

these higher energies. We both knew we had to work on certain indulgences

that provide stumbling blocks to the consciousness we are striving for,

these being the ignorance we have of exactly how the body and physical

existence in general work and even why we're here, the desire to fall into

oblivion (addictions), the desire for sameness, and fear of the new (the

unknown). We are tough teachers for each other, always holding up the

mirror of truth to the best of our abilities.

Our love became incredibly clear and wondrous in this period, gradually

almost continuously enabling us to see the divinity in each other and the

blessing of being able to feel such love. We were in this state when the

accident occurred, but also entangled in a very earthly strong desire to get

to the airport two hours away in the worst rain storm HI has ever

encountered. The gorge near our home has been swollen and roaring for days,

with about 30 inches of rain in the last two weeks. We learned later that in

the two hours just preceding our departure, there had been 8-1/2 inches of

rain, so we had left for the airport just at the height of the storm. The

water was pouring over the road on the bridge very close to our property,

and that being the only way out, when Jack said " I'm going for it! " I braced

myself in agreement, while in the process of trying to remove a soaked

jacket prior to putting my seatbelt on. The instant we hit the water a huge

rush came over the bridge, swirling our little car around as if were a

matchstick. It whirled us over the side of the bridge and down the gorge,

along with boulders, mud, and tree branches. As we went over the side, Jack

said, " Oh my darling, I am so sorry! " I replied, " We're together all the

way, sweetheart. " The next thing we knew, the car had landed on the

passenger side down and was filling with water, with tremendous pressure and

deafening noise. Jack was caught in his seat belt and could not undo it

with his body's weight hanging on it and he was crushing down on me as my

head started to go under. As the water came to my face, I dreaded the

anticipated feeling of the suffocation of drowning. In that instant another

huge rush hit us, rolling the car over three or four times. Though

frightening, it was nothing like the fear of drowning, and it was sort of

like we were in a dream watching this incredible thing happen. The car

finally stopped with the driver's side on the ground, and though it was hard

to see anything in the torrential rain, we realized we had come up against a

tree which was holding us. We were afraid to move, afraid we would be

dislodged to be carried even further down the gorge. Windows had been

knocked out and the safety glass windshield was completely shattered

throughout with glass everywhere. Jack was bleeding with cuts on his head

and several deep cuts in his right hand that needed suturing, one of the

wounds revealing the white tendon against the bone of his knuckle. We were

totally soaked and freezing, shivering with both shock and cold while the

rain kept relentlessly coming down. I was on the floor which was the

driver's front window, and I could see the earth underneath and the two part

tree trunk holding us as if in an embrace. I never loved the earth so much,

and prayed that the roaring waters which were eating away the soil around

the tree would subside before the roots broke away under the weight of our

car. We were there for several hours before the rain subsided enough for

Jack to carefully venture to move and make an attempt to pry open the back

passenger door and look outside. He could then see that the car rested

totally on an island between the two rushing gorges of water, mud, boulders,

and tree branches; we knew it was impossible to even think about getting

across, feeling lucky that the rain had subsided a bit and and we were on

land, apparently intact. We waited (what else could we do?) and prayed and

meditated and talked about our incredible 30 years together, acknowledging

that we had had a wonderful life. Jack finally climbed out of the car to

look around, and then I saw him wave to someone. Our neighbor's 16-year old

daughter was peeking through the brush and trees across the gorge,

frantically dialing her cell phone. The roar of the water made it

impossible to hear any level of shouting. After a while, a bunch of

yellow-coated firemen came, conferring and looking all over to try to find a

way to get to us. They were using a saw to cut down the trees and bushes on

the bank, apparently waiting for a firemen from a rescue unit from Hilo

called a " monkey " to come so he could cross the gulch by climbing the trees

above us and crossing over on intertwined branches carrying a rope. He

dropped down beside us, secured the rope to a tree, then lifted me out of

the car and helped me over to the rope which was being held by the men on

the other side of the gulch. He put a halter on me with a big hook which

attached to the rope, attached himself behind me, and they pulled from the

other side to bring us over the roaring water. As we were being pulled

over, I could see less than 20 feet on beyond us a huge break in the water

which plunged down to a large pool below; it is clear that that would have

been our fate if it were not for the tree. Then they brought Jack over to

join me in the waiting ambulance, where they had stuck me four times to find

a vein to start the IV (I knew how our kids felt!). Everything hurt on me,

especially my chest and ribs, but otherwise I appeared only to have scrapes

and bruises, but Jack had some pretty deep cuts. At the hospital, they

checked out everything, took urine and blood tests and X-rays, and said

there was no evidence of any broken bones or internal bleeding, sewed up

Jack's cuts, and discharged us. Our neighbor picked us up from the

hospital, bringing dry clothes and shoes, and brought us home with pain

pills and antibiotics and instructions for Jack to see an orthopaedic

surgeon to check the tendon wound and for either of us to return if there

were any problems.

The next day the Honokaa Tribune had a picture of our overturned car down in

the gorge, saying " Firemen Save Elderly Couple " in their write-up about all

the damage the storms had incurred. We have received many many calls and

posts of love and wonder at our surviving this adventure. Some have asked,

" What do you think it all means? " and we have given it deep thought.

I believe that the rushing waters are a metaphor for the power of the

energies we have been asking for from the higher planes. To me, the

teaching is that these forces are present, they must be respected, harnessed

with skill and attentiveness, and used with great humility and love.

I also believe that making a plane is no reason to carelessly risk one's

life, no matter where you're going or for what purpose.

It is clear we still have work to do.

We have incredible teachers helping us.

I am grateful, humble, in love, and happy to be alive. The clearest thing

of all is that Love Is All There Is.

[Guest guest]

Re: HI Adventure

Autism is not part of God's plan in this world. I think this problem is

man made and God wants us all to put a stop to it. He would never want

the children to suffer so much. You are His instrument so He will bless

you both for the rest of your lives.

Sue

Hello Sue! I just wanted to say I found your post very inspirational.

I have been pretty down lately since being told my oldest son needs to

be evaluated. We go tomorrow to hear what the school district found,

and next Tuesday for a half day ASD clinic evaluation. We have

completed all our paperwork & interviews. Neither my husband or I feel

real optimistic at this point about not being on the spectrum. I

know God never gives us more than we can handle, but to borrow a phrase,

I sure wish he did not have so much faith in me:). Reading those few

sentences you wrote about His plan gave me more comfort and hope than I

can express. One of the things I love most about this group is the

insight and personal reflections everyone provides. I just wanted to

say " well put " and thank you all for the help and hope each one of you

provides.

Hugs,