Jenny Kennedy
I strongly believe in the power of prayer and during my very complicated operation, as the tumour had enmeshed into my bladder, a good friend prayed, not only for me but also for the medical profession, and asked for all of our guides and masters to work with us to get the best possible outcome.  Very drugged and only half awake I was still able to comprehend the significance of this statement my surgeon made following the surgery. 

"Your operation was extremely complicated but, even if I say so myself, I would give it a 10 out of 10".  What more could I ask.

Five days following surgery I was scheduled to have a gastroscopy and I was getting myself very worked up about this as fearful thoughts thrashed relentlessly through my mind. At my wits end I couldn't imagine how my poor body would be able to endure any more as I was still very very ill and in a lot of pain.  I knew about the Law of Attraction and what we think is what we attract and finally, taking stock of these thoughts, I calmed myself down and decided to change tack.  Okay, I said to GOD, you take care of this, as I am done with getting myself so worked up and make sure this procedure flows easily and gently.  Feeling so much more relieved and relaxed I was even joking with the nurses as they wheeled me down to theatre.  On entering the sterile environment of the operating room a man of Indian descent smiled as he walked over to greet me.  With outstretched hand he said "hello I am Dr Shiva and will be doing the gastroscopy for you today". 

I couldn't contain myself "Dr Shiva" I laughed.  "So you are GOD". As I knew Shiva was the name of a Hindu God.  "Well I will be fine if GOD is looking after me today".  And that was the last I remembered until I woke an hour later.

I had no side effects whatsoever to the procedure despite people telling me my throat would be sore.  What I have since learned is laughing produces chemicals which makes us feel good and allows the muscles to relax and because my throat muscles were relaxed the gastroscope was able to slide easily down and do its job.

Seven weeks following surgery I was to begin six rounds of chemotherapy, three weeks apart, taking two different drugs at each round.  Knowing that chemotherapy can be very toxic to the body I asked my angels for guidance about how much chemo to take.  I also prayed that if any of the drugs weren't necessary for me that somehow I would be guided as to which ones weren't necessary and when I should take them.  Unfortunately, or maybe not, my body is very sensitive to any type of drug and seven minutes after the commencement of my chemo administration my body reacted violently and the infusion of the chemotherapy had to be stopped.  This now became a potentially dangerous situation as there was a possibility that I could die during the administration of  this drug, however they assured me if I was given more steroids then I should be fine.  Scary stuff I can assure you but all was okay.  With the higher dose of steroids they recommenced the infusion, slowing it down dramatically without any further complications.

For me the chemo was very gruelling and 8 days after finishing my first round I was finally able to get out of bed and into the car for a drive.  My sister offered to take me down to our local rugged coast so that I could sit on the pebbles and watch the sea for a while.  Sitting in the warm summer sun gazing at the ocean three dolphins ducked and dived through the waves putting on our own private showing and uplifting me no end?  I talked with my sister and told her I did not have the strength to do anymore chemo.  What a decision to have to make but for me the chemo was intolerable.  I asked for a sign as to whether it was necessary and as we turned to drive back home again randomly placed on the side of the road was a "no exit" sign.  I took this to mean there was no getting out of it - I needed more chemo but I decided to wait until I was feeling better before making a final decision

Needless to say after the three weeks had elapsed and it was time for my next dose I decided that I would give it one more go.    Once again I prayed that my body let me know exactly which drugs it needed and true to form that prayer was answered with an even more violent reaction this time as my body twitched and jumped uncontrollably.  The decision was then made to discontinue any attempt to administer this drug as the risk far outweighed the benefit.  Trusting my angels implicitly there was no fear for me around this decision, in fact the complete opposite, I was very much relieved and silently thanked them for guiding me to a much more bearable regime which was continued until I was due for the fifth round.

By this stage intuitively I believed I had had all I needed.  As I was sitting in the waiting room of the oncologist before my second to last session I silently asked my grandmother, who had passed over, for guidance.  Immediately she directed my attention to the television that was quietly playing in the corner of the room and in bold capital letters was written across the screen LIVING WELL.  My husband and I were then called in to see the Oncologist and he explained that my body was not recovering enough between rounds so it was necessary to cut the dose down to 60%.  Breathing a sigh of relief I walked into the ward to receive a much smaller dose of chemo.  Finally after five nurses having at least two attempts to find a vein I called a halt to proceedings.  That was three very clear signs that I had had all that I was needing and I confidently told my oncologist that I would not be having any more chemotherapy. 

The decision to finish my chemo at this point was an intuitive one but also I had listened to what my Oncologist had told me when I had previously asked what the objective of having chemo was.  He explained "everyone has cancer and in some people it starts going crazy and the cells multiply rapidly.  Normally our immune systems can keep the small amount of cancer that is in our bodies under control.  The purpose of having chemotherapy is to knock the cancer down to a point where, hopefully, the immune system will take over but really we don't know exactly how much chemotherapy is necessary, we just administer what we think is necessary and in some instances they are only giving three rounds of chemo now".

 I believed that the stress of having any more chemo far outweighed the benefit.  I could keep my own stress levels down by doing Qi Gong and meditation which oxygenated the body, dancing (which I loved) as this would release feel good chemicals which would boost my immune system, be around positive people and do things that made me feel good especially being in nature. 

Once I finished chemotherapy I continued to be guided as to what healing I needed to do and am pleased to say when I visited my oncologist five months after finishing chemo he informed me,  "In my professional opinion at this stage you are free of cancer".  As I skipped down the corridor after hearing this news I was silently giving gratitude to all those who had participated in my healing both in physical and non-physical form.

We each have a journey of healing which we can follow to give us the best possible chance if we are quiet, free of fear and listen to our inner guidance.  We are now working in the fifth dimension, which means our thoughts are manifesting into reality at a more rapid pace and  so healing can be much quicker - there is even the possibility for instantaneous healings, we just have to believe there is a possibility to heal and follow that guidance.

Part One:
After receiving devastating news from my surgeon that she could not cure me from stage 3 ovarian cancer, I was left with no option but to begin my own journey of healing.  You see, there is a difference between curing and healing.  Curing is the elimination of the signs and symptoms of illness, whereas healing is becoming whole, by getting to the root cause of what created the illness and identifying with our spiritual selves.

Albert Einstein said "The only real valuable thing is intuition" and having been an intuitive healer myself for a long time, I was being put to the test.  My intuition was what would guide me on my journey. 

I told my surgeon I did not want to know my prognosis;  not that I was in denial but I knew how highly suggestible the sub-conscious mind is. This is especially so in a state of trauma, and it is through the sub-conscious that healing takes place.  Let's face it, if I was able to trust my conscious mind, I wouldn't have got cancer in the first place.

Of course like anyone else that is diagnosed with cancer I was afraid;  well actually that's not altogether true, I was petrified. Fear was my constant companion, as I shook like a leaf from sun up to sun down….until one morning I was abruptly woken by a voice that gently informed me I was healed.  This was followed by a sense of peace that permeated every cell in my body. I could breathe easily, as the knot that gripped my stomach like a vice, released its fierce hold.  The knowledge of having been healed was believed in my subconscious, and now my conscious mind, but there was much I needed to do in order for my physical body to believe it too.

From this state of peace, it was easier for me to follow my intuition and give myself the best possible chance.

And so my journey began.  I needed help and I totally trusted that help would come to me.  The first "sign" came when my surgeon added, after she said she couldn't cure me: "......and you can't cure you, but between the two of us I believe you are an A1 student".  We had previously talked about the power of the mind and she knew I was following a spiritual path to healing.  I thought this was a very profound statement coming from someone in mainstream medicine.

Following my diagnosis I had four weeks before my operation and I got to work straight away.  I had not long finished a book called Jeshua Channelings by Pamela Kribbe and in it she said: "All diseases have a spiritual origin.  Understanding the spiritual meaning of the illness is a process.  It is a quest, an inner journey on which you gradually restore the communication process.  Part of the communication is being restored by your willingness, your patience and determination to take this inner journey". (www.jeshua.net).  I had all three: willingness, patience and determination. 

Rome wasn't built in a day so I decided to allow GOD (which I do not refer to in a religious sense but as an acronym for Grand Order of Design) to bring to me, at the right time and in the right order, what I needed to learn and do in order to heal.

I looked at how this disease was presenting itself to me.  It was gradually growing until eventually it reached the size of a rock melon.  It was reaching out to be noticed, and, as I hadn't been listening to my body and soul - my body did what it had to do in order to be get my attention.  Like a child, wanting the attention of it's mother, where the child gets louder and louder, until a full blown drama develops - this is where I was heading - a drama of catastrophic, life threatening proportions.

I decided the best way to uncover what my body was trying to tell me was to ask it. Quietening myself down, I offered up a prayer that I was ready to embark on this journey of healing, and to ask for everything I needed to know in order for complete healing to take place.  As I listened carefully, my body began to whisper to me what it had longed to share with me years ago.

"Jenny" it said "you look good, you feel great but something isn't right inside.  You need to drop down your guard, as the veneer is cracking. You can't keep it all together any longer".

As my body spoke to me I thanked it for pointing out that I was ignoring it and my soul's true needs. I quietly made an agreement to be true to myself and dig deep to uncover what was festering under the surface, so I could live a life of being true to myself.  I would no longer pretend that everything was alright, because it obviously wasn't. At some level there was something seriously out of alignment.

That night before I retired to bed I decided to get some guidance from Doreen Virtue's Messages from your Angels Oracle Cards and to my amazement I intuitively chose the following cards.
Mystique - keep charging ahead and don't take no for an answer.  Expect miraculous solutions to appear.
Indriel - You are a light worker.  God needs you to shine your Divine light and love - like an angel - upon earth and all of its inhabitants.
Archangel Raphael - I am helping you heal physical challenges in yourself and others you are a healer like me.

Well I couldn't have orchestrated this reading if I tried! I went to bed for a restful night's sleep, knowing I had just received some very valuable "signs".

The following morning, which was in December 2012, I rose and turned on my computer to see an email which read:
ALL YOUR WISHES CAN COME TRUE IN 2013
On the last days of the year forces from beyond are going to be coming into contact with our world and making it possible for amazing miracles to be accomplished:  And for you what that means is an opportunity to be granted a great favour:  nothing less than fulfilment of all your wishes for the coming year of 2013.  So I think you will agree that this is an important and even essential moment for you if you hope to get everything you want next year.
This extremely special time is viewed by all mediums as a magical night.  The high energies that are going to be guiding the year 2013 will be concentrated on that night, and the vibration rate will be so powerful that, in terms of magic, anything can happen.

Hallelujah.  What a message and certainly confirmation I was on track!

A part of me was still uncertain whether I could heal myself or not. I was still needing more confirmation, so a few days later, whilst lying on the couch at my parent's place, I was looking out the window and I asked for a sign that I was going to heal. Ten minutes later a car pulled up outside with WELLS sign written in huge letters on the side.

It was time to get to the root cause of what created this cancer and with the support of a dear friend, through guided meditation, I uncovered what it was.  I was immediately transported back to a past life in France in the 1500's, I felt abject terror as a scene unfolded, revealing that I was being held captive in a cold dark dungeon.  As I gazed upwards, daylight seeped through a tiny barred opening, and  the muffled chatter of a large crowd gathering above in the village square drifted in.  I was not alone in my cell, there were three younger people with me and one of them I recognised was my son in this lifetime.  These young ones were my understudies.  I was a healer and had been teaching them.  In those times this was illegal and thought of as a threat. Healers were seen as people with power, and therefore, feared by the Kings and dignitaries.  The solution was to round up healers and make an example of them, by burning them at the stake.  I was forced to watch, as one by one, my understudies were burnt before it was finally my turn. No wonder I felt totally responsible for our demise.

This information was such a revelation to me.  I understood how I had carried this experience through into this lifetime.  During this lifetime I had experienced physical, emotional and sexual abuse and had maintained a deep seated belief that it was all my fault.  When these abuses took place, I blamed myself and felt guilty. Consequently I had lived my life putting others' needs before my own.  I was the "good" girl, always "trying" to do my best in every situation, without knowing what I wanted. I was forever looking for approval from others, always trying to make things right for everyone else. I totally understood why I developed ovarian cancer.  Our ovaries are where we create life and, because of the abuse I had endured, I had shut down the ability to create a life for me and my needs.

Several days following my past life regression I received an email containing a guided meditation about entering the Hall of Records to access the soul's plan. I saw this email as divine assistance and followed the meditation where it was confirmed that my soul had contracted the cancer in order for me to learn to heal myself. I was then to teach others how to heal .

I received much divine inspired guidance, I came to understand that negative thoughts depress the immune system, whereas positive thoughts activate it.  This means if you have unresolved grief, resentment, anger or any negative emotions which are caused by negative thoughts, you are highly likely to produce chemicals to suppress immune function.  Conversely having hope, laughing and feeling good releases chemicals to improve the immune system.  I chose to feel good, whenever possible, to help my immune system do its job.

Part Two will follow next week: The Operation and Beyond.