Meet Soul Star Kathleen 

I met Kathleen when she started following me on Twitter. My Guides told me “She is special.” I always listen to this knowing inside of me so I looked up her website and sure enough, she was special. As I began to read her site and her blogs I discovered she is an intelligent, faithful, loving, caring woman that has battled and survived cancer twice with the assistance of her Spiritual Guides. Her unwavering devotion to her inner-guidance and persistence to know the truth literally saved her life when the Doctor’s told her she did not have cancer. I feel honored God brought this brave woman into my life. I know our friendship will continue to blossom as we foster our mutual desire to guide others home to their hearts where they too can hear and follow the voices of their Angels and Guides.

Without further ado, meet Kathleen: 

Cancer is humbling. Upon hearing a diagnosis of cancer many patients feel devastated, confused and alone. Nothing could be farther from the truth! 

My story is about challenging medical authority with information from the psychic realm. Rather than believing ‘healthy’ test results or that the lump in my breast is really just “in my head,” I summoned the courage to defy doctors and used everything available in this world and the next, to save my life. In the process I discovered the healing power of the universe and its message…“We are not alone!”

It’s time to stop ignoring ourselves. Patients and their families need to listen to intuition when it doesn’t jive with expert advice and let inner voices guide decisions to be made about health. Then, use modern medical tests and evaluations to validate what those voices are saying.

Spiritual guides, angels, intuition, gut instincts, call-them-what-you-will, “voices” have gotten a bad rap in society (just ask Joan of Arc.) Yet, they saved my life. Without the intervention of those voices, I believe I would be dead and my story buried. They often knew more than the doctors and tests.

After multiple mammograms, blood tests and physical exams over a three month period, I should have been diagnosed with breast cancer, but wasn’t. However, my persistent self advocating with the unwavering help of my “spiritual guides”/inner-voices finally resulted in an operation I knew I needed, even though it was against hospital policy and my doctor’s better judgment. The result was a diagnosis that shocked the medical community and changed my life, forever. Now, with time running out on a deadly disease, I fought for my life with everything available to me, seen and unseen, in this world and the next.

One of my biggest and most pressing challenges throughout this ordeal is deciding whom to trust …my doctors and their results or my ‘voices’ and their messages. I decided that when given this choice to take both. I requested different procedures and medical tests and cross-checked them against my ‘guided information.’ This ‘mystical information’ came to bear on me in a way that I never imagined as I ran the race of life against time.

I remember the day and exact moment I received validation of my dreams, inner voices and spiritual guide’s information… “Is it cancer?” I asked my surgeon while holding fast to the side of the gurney, bracing myself for the answer I already suspected.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I’ll be referring you to someone else now- a specialist.”
So, my “voices” and dreams were right, the doctors and tests wrong. With my surgeon’s words, the first shot of my ensuing battle were fired and it was not a warning shot across my bow. It was point blank into my breast. I glanced down at my painful wound and wept. This uphill march began my Alice in Wonderland’s steady decent down the dark rabbit hole of breast cancer. My thoughts shifted from my serious predicament to that of my mother’s death one year earlier from cancer. I hadn’t had time to fully grieve her death and now I may be grieving my own. Would this now be my fate? Should I look for the signs I so carefully ignored during Mom’s last days? Will my questions about the shadows on my bedroom ceiling finally be answered when they come searching for me?

Only one thing can answer all those questions; something I may be running out of—Time. The medical conformation of my intuitive suspicions slammed me to the ground and there are brief moments when a part of me was at odds with my inner-warrior. I consider suicide as a means of freeing myself from a painful uncertainty. I was engulfed by fear-of-the-unknown and wanted to avoid the gruesome death Mom had suffered. Fortunately, armed with lessons I had learned while caring for her, my inner-selves united in my goal to survive. Everyone battling any life-threatening illness or challenge has his or her own set of questions concerning survival and must find individual answers to needs.

“But, I’m too young to die! I want to live!” I cried aloud after my diagnosis, but was anyone listening? They were! Hearing my cry for help my spiritual guides, often accompanied by Mom, turned up in surprising places and became very active in my fight to survive. This help from the “other side” proved that we are never alone….

The moon was full the night my mother died. The full moon became many things to me during my cancer treatment: my shield and personal symbol for survival, but especially a sign of Mom’s love.
 

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