Presence of Angels: A Healer's Life
B Y   J. C.   H U G H   M a c K I M M I E

From Chapter 1: Beginnings

HOW CAN ANYONE understand my burning desire to be a healer? From the moment the Creator touched my heart and awakened this desire, the dream of healing lived within me, never far from my thoughts. But as I awakened to my contract to heal, I didn't really understand the agreement. Had I ever been a free agent with a choice in the matter? Was my healing written in an ironclad contract for this lifetime? Had I signed this contract before birth?

Healing was the compass to guide my ship safely through the fog to my destined port, a course I knew totally in my heart. However, the passengers and crew were constantly demanding a change of course through the turbulent tides of mind and emotion. Perhaps when you see how my headstrong mental outlook tried to knock me off my path, you will see that it is possible for anyone to heal. I think God must have chosen me, with all my shortcomings, to prove this point.

Until we awaken, we cannot remember our contract with the Creator. Nevertheless, it does exist and we are obliged to follow as it moves us through life, here and there, for reasons we can only guess at. Like a leaf in a stream, we rest in quiet backwaters at times. But then we're swept into swirling rapids and plunged over thundering waterfalls until we come to rest once again in peaceful waters downstream. Each moment of our journey is arranged in life's great symphony by the vast energy flow of the universe. Opening to the limitless possibilities of the Creator, this symphony of life moves through me to heal. And for more than fifty years, I have been a court of last resort...

I recall one sunny afternoon when a worried daughter brought her 40-year-old mother to my office. The daughter sat in a chair across the room, at a distance from where I would be running energy. She told me her mother was slated for exploratory surgery in two days.

Silently, I prayed, "Dear God, I pray to be a willing channel of love, healing and grace for this patient. I release her to You for her highest good, asking Your love and blessing for whatever is best in every way for the good of all concerned in a state of healing and grace." These words, given to me by the Power when I was very young, have always been my prayer before beginning a healing session. (The Power is my name for the healing energy and the angels who guide me.)

I asked the mother to lay face up on my treating table. Her face turned white with pain as she followed my instructions. The daughter leaned forward and warned, "Please be careful. My mother can barely tolerate the slightest touch."

"No doubt an exaggeration," I thought. Confidently, I placed my hand lightly on her mother's arm. But my gentlest touch brought screams so loud that they must have alarmed the other patients in my waiting room. They certainly alarmed me!

Quickly recovering from the mother's outburst, I stood at the foot of my treatment table and began running energy without touching her. Soon the familiar tingling and warmth from the healing energy filled my hands. After a few minutes, my patient sighed deeply and relaxed. Her face was peaceful and a gentle smile formed on her lips. This is the power of healing. The incredible pain and agony were gone. My patient said, "There's such a wonderful feeling of calm...like a wave of well-being moving through my body."

As always, I marveled how healing energies moved through the patient's body exactly where needed to fill the body's many batteries to capacity. The voice that instructs me directed me to sit next to my patient and lay my hands on her abdomen. I did so without question. I could now touch her without causing her any pain, and from that moment, I knew she would be pain-free. Her eyes filled with relief and gratitude, she looked up at me and exclaimed, "I feel so happy now!"

Before I could say anything, the energy in the room began to shift and intensify. When I looked up, I saw row upon row of angels entering the room. The walls of my treating room disappeared as these beautiful beings, clothed in garments of shimmering silver light, appeared. This procession continued until one hundred luminescent angels encircled my patient and me. Love and serenity radiated from their shining countenances. Their presence filled the room with ever deepening peace.

The tallest angel stepped forward to stand across from where I was sitting. She reached into my patient's body and removed the left kidney, which looked like a lump of black coal. From within her robes, this angel brought forth a brand-new, pink kidney. It was glowing and pulsating with life's radiant aura. She gently placed this kidney into my patient's body. I watched in awe. Never looking at me, the angel solemnly went on to replace my patient's heart, eyes, brain, right arm, and left leg. Then she stepped back.

Suddenly, I was lifted to another state of consciousness. It seemed as though I was floating high above my patient's body. Her physical form now appeared to be a vast field of sparkling, colored lights. Effortlessly, my consciousness began to glide slowly downward toward the patient as though I was suspended in a hang glider. At the same time, my perception of her body changed. Now I saw higher dimensional energies forming spindles of light and swirling disks of dazzling, rainbow colors, shimmering in ethereal radiance. I banked right, and glided lower toward these brilliant, vibrating lights, which looked like the city of Paris at night.

As I observed the body's organs, I saw the liver take charge of all the healing operations within the body. The liver was a vibrant magenta color surrounded by a pink, iridescent glow. It was busy instructing the new organs and filling them with loving energy. I sensed the body's joy and gratitude as new cells began to participate in this restored dance of life.

Continuing to glide slowly downward, zigzagging back and forth, I saw large, dandelion-like puffballs of brilliant light begin to float up toward me from the body. These lights increased in number until thousands of spheres of light were rushing up to meet me. Afraid these lights might be guardians prepared to protect the body, I panicked and shouted, "My name is Jim MacKimmie and I'm trying to help this woman!"

The dazzling lights were almost upon me. I held my breath. To my astonishment, they began to pass right through me. Then I heard and felt the delightful giggles of thousands of cherubs as these bubbles of light danced through me. They knew all about me and the healing. Embraced in their love, my heart filled with joy. How silly my fears had been! I joined in their laughter. In that blessed coming together, we became one vast being of light and love. This loving reality was the truth of our existence, our very reason for being, now and forever.

Later that afternoon, the daughter called to tell me that her mother's healing had been a miracle. She said, "Mother came to you a dying woman and now she's like an excited teenager. She's running all over the neighborhood telling people that she's brand-new." I hung up the phone and thanked God for performing this miracle.

From Chapter 9: A Healer's Teacher

I had found my mentor, but he was unyielding and brooked no nonsense. I admit that I resented his harsh manner. Unlike my dreams of a kindhearted teacher, the Old Man's nature was like an ancient oak tree, strong and rigid in ways that would never change. I quickly acquiesced to his firm, implacable temperament. Only once did I have the nerve to ask him to repeat himself. When I posed my question a second time, he scowled and said, "I only speak once. Never question me a second time after I have spoken." And I never did.

Guarding his solitude and anonymity, the Old Man never reached out to anyone. However, he made himself available to seekers of truth so I returned to Long Beach as often as possible to spend time alone in his presence. I cherished those inspirational hours when I brought my questions to him and basked in the wisdom of his answers. He revealed many secrets of the universe, as many as he was allowed to reveal to a novice thirsting for wisdom. I learned from my teacher that we all have awesome and incredible powers residing within us. When I asked him why we all settled for so little in life, he replied, "Ask much, get much. Ask little, get little. Most people ask too little."

Grateful for the Old Man's teachings, I used every precious moment with him to ask questions about life: Why are we here on the earth plane? Where did we come from? Where are we going? What is our divine purpose? What is healing? At group meetings, my fellow students were focused on their personal problems, but, when I was alone with him, something inside drove me forward in my quest to connect with the source of his wisdom.

Everything happening in our world now, the Old Man told me long ago. At times, he foretold events that I doubted would ever come to pass. But through the years, I've watched his mysterious predictions come true in ways that I could never have imagined. When he told me in 1955 that children on drugs would bring weapons into their schools to shoot teachers and other students, I was shocked! I couldn't believe this would ever happen, but I lived to see Columbine. He often spoke about the first decades of this present millennium when - out of darkness - the great spiritual consciousness of the Golden Age would blossom. Then we would know as reality the transcendent life we have only imagined in our dreams.

My mentor was inside the circle of light, a true healer and mystic. Not knowing it would be years before I fully grasped his wisdom, I tried to swim along beside him. Perhaps if I had met him later in life, I could have admitted how little I knew about healing and life. After surviving life's school of hard knocks, I now feel ready for his teachings. What I wouldn't give to be with him again and hear his words of wisdom today. Having awakened to the ego's desire to neatly box up knowledge and file it away in the mind's library for safekeeping, I see how this mental process sidesteps the path of wisdom.

Looking back, I can see what a great obstacle my youth was to the wisdom he presented to me and how often it blocked my progress. Youth knows so little, but thinks it knows everything. We all need to steer our lives, but we are such poor drivers. And does age improve us? The Old Man said that most people are frozen in their thoughts and attitudes by 40 years of age, determined to shut the door on anything new that comes their way. I've found this to be true. Sadly, some people are as stiff as starch and will never change no matter what. Clinging to the known in our search for comfort and security, we give up the flexibility of youth, which the Old Man said could be ours forever. Today I know that only in the unknown do we awaken to the true power within.

However, just as leopards can't change their spots, humans don't usually change their nature. I recall visiting my teacher one day with a friend in tow; he was a man who had no fondness for animals and avoided them at all costs. But I didn't think about that fact as we entered the living room, even though the Old Man had told me on several previous occasions that something was amiss with a person who didn't like animals.

As always, the Old Man's beloved companion, an ancient terrier named Jack, was lying in his usual place on a small, dark pillow at his master's feet. Black, except for his white muzzle, and thin as a rail, Jack was as cantankerous, crotchety and ill-tempered as they come. He seldom moved, content to lie on his pillow, looking as though he was carved out of wood. I've always gotten along well with animals, so Jack and I reached an understanding on my first visit. I left him alone and he graciously allowed me into his territory to share his master's company.

Smiling mysteriously, the Old Man patted Jack's head and said again that one could plumb the depths of a man's soul by observing how he related to animals. Hoping to impress the Old Man, my friend walked over to Jack. After offering a few ingratiating and encouraging words to Jack, he tentatively reached out a wary hand to pet the dog. Jack responded to this maneuver by growling and baring his teeth. Laughing, the Old Man said, "My friend, you can't fool an animal." And so it was. I'm sure this was the first and last attempt by my friend to present himself as an animal enthusiast.

From Chapter 22: Through a Healer's Eyes

In every case, all healing is in God's hands. I am only an observer, instructed to stay in neutral whether I receive gratitude or the occasional statement that I did "nothing." At this stage of my life, I have come to the conclusion that none of us knows very much. The results of healing will be what they will be. Some say it is faith on the part of the patient, but I have not found that to be true. It may help but I have also seen great healing occur for people who didn't like me at all, people who called me a fraud and a quack before - and sometimes after - the treatment...

Paul, a young man of 15, was furious with me even before we began. His mother brought him in to see me after I had treated her successfully. When I saw this big, muscular fellow sitting in my treating room, I knew that if looks could kill, I was a dead man. As soon as he saw me, he growled, "You're nothing but a quack who's stolen my mother's money."

Ignoring his comment, I asked, "Why do you think your mom wanted me to see you?"

"Oh, I know why she brought me here," Paul admitted grudgingly. "For one thing, I'm flunking out of school. Besides that, I have fainting spells. I run cross country and when the school bus picks us up after a meet at the finish line, we can have as many soft drinks as we want. I'm so thirsty after running that I drink as many as I can. But I can hardly make it to my seat on the bus before I pass out. And I never remember a thing about the trip back to the school."

"Sounds serious," I said.

Paul looked at me defiantly and said, "If you can get rid of this fainting thing, then I'll believe in you."

"If you do exactly what I tell you, you'll be on the honor roll by the end of the year and will run in every event without fainting. But you're going to have to drink water, and only water. And I want you to give up the soft drinks and everything else with sugar, like pies, cakes, cookies, and ice cream." Silence filled the room as he thought this over.

"I'll do it, you quack," he said finally. "But just so my mom can see you fail. Then at least we'll be rid of you. The whole idea is completely stupid. One thing for sure: it won't help my grades. I'm flunking three subjects." He promised to follow my program exactly for three months, and we shook hands on it.

To my surprise, Paul's word turned out to be as good as gold. With five months left in the school year, he started his new program. At the end of the three months, he felt so good that he told me he was going to stay on the program forever. By the end of the school year, Paul did make the honor roll and he could easily run 15 miles. Instead of drinking soft drinks and riding the bus back after track meets, he drank lots of good old H2O and ran back to school where he met his friends who had returned on the bus.

Later the family begged me to tell Paul not to unfreeze gallon ice cream containers in their freezer, which he then refilled with water and put back in the freezer as a "surprise." After his conversion to health, he was always on his family's case. The next time I saw him, I said, "Paul, everyone in your family has to make their own decisions about their health habits and what they eat." He agreed to stop his unappreciated health campaign at home. After that, his family enjoyed a brilliant scholar and athlete who didn't frustrate them by trying to change their way of life.

One of the most difficult patients I ever treated was a surgeon referred to me by a mutual pathologist friend. Although John had been given all the accepted medical treatments currently in vogue, he was clearly dying. The last word his doctor gave on his prognosis was "grave," an apt word considering John's likely destination. His appearance was shocking. Only in his 40s, he had lost so much weight that he seemed like a walking skeleton, just skin and bones.

As John walked into my treatment room, his energy broadcast his expectations, which he voiced as soon as he saw me. Scowling, he said, "I don't believe that anyone or anything is going to help me."

"Here we go again, God," I thought. "Please handle all the negative expectations that stand in the way of this man's healing."

I ran the energy and asked John to cooperate by following some simple guidelines for recovering his health, in case healing was what God had in mind for him. However, John was so sure that nothing and no one could help him that he wouldn't follow any instructions. I saw him once a week for five weeks. By the fifth treatment, he had gained 60 pounds and was forced to acknowledge his healing since all the hospital tests now showed that he was free of the disease. His doctors, puzzled by his wonderful test results, released him as in remission.

However, John was furious and swore at me, "No goddamned quack chiropractor can heal my condition. I wish I'd never met you! I wish I'd died and never come to see you. How can I go on working as a surgeon knowing that you can heal people? Damn you to hell and your healing!"

Underneath all his anger, I saw that this surgeon was truly a caring man who couldn't resolve the internal conflict of his own undeniable healing with his chosen profession. I empathized, "My friend, you were dying when you came to see me. Now you are well after five treatments. I see no problem, John. Your disease is gone. God healed you. I just happened to be in the room. Perhaps it would help you to remember that it's not the garden hose that you owe your gratitude to, it's the water flowing through it. Without the water's gift, the garden hose itself is of little use. I'm just the garden hose. Why not accept the fact that you are well now and get on with your life? I too am puzzled by lots of things in life. But just because I don't know everything doesn't stop me from getting on with my life." John's face brightened; he shook my hand and left.

© Jim MacKimmie, 2006