Despairingly I stood, thinking to myself “What am I to do? How can I do it?” I had already walked 50 metres from the car park and the shop where I needed to buy a few things for dinner that night was only another few metres along. I stood trying to decide whether the level of pain would allow me those few extra steps – but then the thought of having to actually walk around the shop as well as the steps back to the car saw the fortitude dissolve. Was I really listening to my body or was I giving up – giving in to the pain?
We are bombarded by so called ‘role models’ in the media. These men and women have achieved some superiority or greatness in a particular avenue of life they have given focus to and excelled at. Yet often when we delve past the surface the entirety of their existence does not stack up,as other areas of their life suffer.
Growing up I yearned for a true role model, a person who was the real deal, who held the same integrity and quality in all aspects of their life and with no ‘put on’. Someone I could be inspired by. I knew the way people were living was not it but I did not know any other way. Continue reading “Serge Benhayon – A True Role Model”→
It is well known that since 2012 Serge Benhayon, Universal Medicine and the UniMed Student Body have been the subjects of false press, cult allegations and highly publicised lies and distortion; lies that were spread through anonymous online blogs and forums frequented by a small but prolific group of cyber-stalkers and cyber-bullies.
What is less well known is that it was a local man by the name of Dudley Lance Martin (Lance Martin) who silently spear-headed the cyber-harassment campaign and was instrumental in courting the media with the promise of a ‘Universal Medicine Cult’ conspiracy story that in fact had no basis in reality.
At the age of 20 I was suffering with depression. Life seemed very dark and my thoughts were not helpful: on reflection I had withdrawn from life. It was a time when I had my first ‘semi-serious’ relationship with a woman. Far from being a joyful experience, the relationship was part of the problem.
Introduction: The first time I properly met Judith McIntyre she was in her bedroom over-looking the Northern Ridge in Goonellabah.
She was sitting upright in a hospital bed that had recently replaced her queen-sized bed. The feeling in the room was very still. Late afternoon light was streaming in through a large glass window and with the sweeping view of the hills it felt as if we were in the valley itself, floating in a rural landscape.
She was (and is) experiencing the advanced stages of Cancer. I was there to do an interview with her about her experience of dying but was completely unprepared for just how deep the healing would be speaking with her that day. I have never been afraid of death but I have never been comfortable around death and dying either. What do you say to someone that is facing such a huge event? How do you begin to relate?
Judith took away all my awkwardness with the depth of her presence. When I greeted her hello, she pulled me close and hugged me (it seemed, she was reassuring me!). As I spoke to her I felt held in her gaze and in her bright, bright eyes.
A day later I read this blog you are about to read, about the first time she met Serge Benhayon, and it seemed to me as though her writing was coming from heaven, a heaven she has made in her own life.
This is the first in a series of articles by Judith that she has written to reflect the possibility that we can truly live while being near to the end (of this time round). I trust you will deeply appreciate this writing, this woman, and all that she brings.