There is a man whom I've never formally met. This man, who lives thousands of miles away from me, whom I've never even spoke to on the phone has cystic fibrosis. It is a disease that causes mucus to build up in the lungs and digestive track. It's very serious and often leads to early death.
A few years ago, my little brother passed away. He was only fifteen and suffered a sudden brain aneurysm. It was a terrible and unexpected tragedy, but it was through this tragedy that I came to know Kenneth. Kenneth is a recipient of my brother's lungs. As I said, I have never personally met him. My mother has. In fact she has remained relatively close to him and his wife over the past few years, as they lived in the same state. Kenneth was the only recipient who ever contacted my mother. He even took the opportunity to visit her after she moved away from Michigan and was living by herself in Georgia for awhile, trying to heal. Those two things alone made it quite apparent that Kenneth appreciates every moment he is given and wishes to give back in return. To see a person reach out to a woman whom he has never known or never met where it is the trend to stay away, is the type of person I would want to be if such tragedy ever befell me. To go beyond the self to help the life of another, is one of the most profound mystical values that I hold dear. And as far as leading that type of life, although not a Rosicrucian, or most likely a mystic in anyway...Kenneth inspires me.
A few weeks ago, Kenneth's body started to reject the transplant and they placed him on a new donor list.
A few days ago, only after a few short weeks of waiting, they took him off the donor list and decided to transfer him to hospice.
I have never met Kenneth...only spoken to him via Facebook, but one thing I absolutely know is that he has a wonderful soul.
He is as kind as his soul is wonderful. He loves life. He likes awesome dorky stuff like old He-Man cartoons, Cannibal the Musical, Jeeves and Wooster, Lord of the Rings, and Monty Python. He enjoys photography and film-making.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that some things should be left alone. This is not one of those times. Something inside me is speaking, pleading, begging me to do something. Something is telling me that even if it is just the act of giving energy to man whom I have never met, that energy, those thoughts, that love which can be felt and shared from one human being to another is extensively needed. Until further notice of change in the situation I will be preforming a continuous vigil. When my mind is not on other tasks I will place it into prayer. When I am not preforming other duties I will be working consistently with the One. I am writing this because I see no point in having a blog... having a voice, and not using it for the good of others. Everyone of us as mystics has a voice and we have honed it to be powerful. We have and are continuously honing it to speak the Word, the listen to the Word, and to bring the Will of the Word into existence....to share its essence.
Many of you in the community joined me in healing rights for the Earthquake/Tsunami in Japan, as well for the healing of Haiti. It touched me deeply to see the community so bonded in healing. And although part of me feels a little imposing asking this, my soul cries out to say, will you join me in sending Healing, Love, and Light to Kenneth Staunton and his family? For a few minutes a day could I ask of those of you who read my blog to do a special prayer, ritual, or devotion for this man who has lead such an inspiring life? In return I will be hosting a special healing list every month. I will open it up to requests from blogs, facebook, twitter, e-mail etc. If you have a name to be added I will place it on the list and every month preform a special rite. I will keep you updated on any new that comes my way concerning this situation.
Nosce Te Ipsum,