Believing is Seeing

My Life-Changing Epiphany

Sunday, April 26th, started like any other Sunday. Jeremy took the boys hiking while I stayed home for some quiet meditation. I set myself up comfortably in my wheelchair, opened my Vision Board app, and began to focus. A vision board, for those unfamiliar, is a collage of images and affirmations representing one’s dreams and desires, designed to inspire and use the law of attraction to manifest goals.

As I meditated, my eyes drifted shut, and I was suddenly overwhelmed by an intense feeling of love, joy, and acceptance. It felt as though my heart would explode—but in the most beautiful way. It was the most profound feeling I had ever experienced. In that moment, I heard a “voice” telling me to throw all of my medicine away because I was healed.

I am not one for theatrics. I was not asleep, yet I was no longer aware of anything but this overwhelming love and joy. I was in the presence of something greater—God, the Creator, the Divine Source. Dr. Joe calls it “an intelligent love or a loving intelligence.” There was no judgment, no rules—just acceptance and peace. I laughed and cried because, for the first time, I knew I was going to be okay.

A Leap of Faith

When Jeremy and the boys returned, I shared my experience. While they could see I had been profoundly affected, it was understandably hard for them to believe without tangible proof. But I knew.

The next morning, I opened my medicine drawer. At that time, I was taking 14 pills a day for MS, depression, muscle relaxants, and ulcers. Without hesitation, I threw everything away. I knew that if I doubted what I had been told, my healing would slip from my grasp. I felt no fear—only certainty.

Let me be clear: I am not giving medical advice or telling anyone to stop their medication. I was simply following what I knew was right for me.

Sharing My Story

Until now, I had only shared this experience with close friends and family. I hesitated to speak publicly, worried people might think I had lost my mind. But during my epiphany, I was told to share my story.

I laughed at the time and said, “You know how I feel about talking in front of people!”

The response? “You won’t have to.”

At the time, I assumed God would speak through me in some way. Now I know I am fulfilling that message by writing this blog. Sharing my journey has been healing, and I hope it brings comfort to others who are struggling.

A New Path Forward

It has been four months since my epiphany. I have meditated every day since, missing only three days. Meditation has become a vital practice, providing the silence and stillness my body and mind need to heal and stay connected. I know I will walk again, and when I do, I will share my story with even more people.

There is always hope.

Meditations