What Is Spiritual Metaphysics And Spiritual Healing?

But with minimal details, Nakita answered my question as to how she ever came to find me.

She explained that about six months before, on her first trip to Boston to meet with an international law firm, she stopped on her way to visit New York City. She had always wanted to see more of the city.

Over her five-day visit in New York, Nakita wanted to attend Sunday services in a neighborhood Catholic church. She asked a casual passerby while visiting Staten Island, and this nice man directed her to St. George’s Parish.

During the mass she noticed a prayer list in the holder on the back of the pew in front of her.

The list had names of people with different situations of suffering, like illnesses and other hardships, and “me” as a prisoner.

Yes, my name was on this prayer list in a church in Staten Island, and, of all things, that’s where I was born!

My father was stationed there in the U.S. Coast Guard, and my parents with me left for Ohio when I was three months old.

While reading this from the often violent and volatile din of the cell block, I did a double take in disbelief and actually commented aloud, “Aww, come on! No way!”

I then proceeded to read further.

And then looked away and said, “Holy Christ, what is this?”

She, Nakita, my friend, showed me her honesty in this.

While Nakita was looking at the prayer list, a couple sitting next to her realized she was an unfamiliar presence at the church.

The woman, who was seated next to Nakita, quietly pointed to my name on the list and whispered that her husband had been writing letters to me. The husband looked over to Nakita and smiled to concur.

Interested, Nakita asked the couple to tell her more about me outside the church after mass.

The two conversed with Nakita while escorting her to the parking spaces, then stopped at the couple’s car. The husband retrieved his briefcase from the backseat of the car, where he had stored a copy of a recent letter from me to him.

He neatly ripped off my return address and gave it to Nakita.

The husband, Joel, the world-class cello player I wrote about earlier, made a slight reference to my interest in The Course of Miracles, for whatever reason, during their conversation about why I was in prison.

Of course “slight” is all he knew; I had never expanded on the matter to Joel.

Whatever it was I had briefly mentioned must have stuck like glue in his mind. I do remember closing a letter to him with a brief quote from the Course. That’s all.

I didn’t want to push the Course on him. My intention was only to pass along a healthy, healing quote.

Now I could see it all unfolding.

I was learning more and more, naturally, about wholeness and how it finds us.

Let me add that Joel is a principal cellist– of twelve cellists– for a large symphony orchestra. In performance, the cellists keep their focus on the principal and his movements.

Joel, as the principal, is the one cellist who keeps his focus on the conductor. This is how they stay in unison.

As I rested on my top bunk, flat on my back, I was in awe.

Motionless, to say the least!

I then read on in her letter about how the meeting in Boston had something to do with a World Center for Peace and Wellness on her property, which would help the homeless and educate, among other programs.

A portion of her many acres in the hills, several miles outside of Split, Croatia, was destined to be a successful model for peace and forgiveness– and for fun, too, she added.

If I enjoyed skiing or golf, she then asked. (!).

Nakita was limited and careful, it seemed, in her description of the plans, as if she didn’t want to “let the cat out of the bag” too soon.

She did extend an open invitation for me to visit someday, and she insisted that day would be soon.

Her loving message deeply touched me and was a soothing balm to my life under the oppression of prison.

I felt a rush of energy that warmed me inside, as if I were blushing all over, and my eyes filled with tears.

It was a sensation of belonging to something incredible, the highest grandeur ever.

It was the same feeling I had on the night of the worldwide meditation, which is also told in previous articles.

It was not only good, but of grandeur, and I knew it.

A “holy relationship”, as The Course of Miracles terms it, was being brought forward in my mind.

What is The Course of Miracles, many have asked?

Actually, its correct title is A Course in Miracles, and it is intense self-psychotherapy, spiritual metaphysics for healing. It is of the public domain and filled with spiritual healing prayers– which are lessons for healing and principles of spiritual metaphysics.

In previous articles, I told the story of the woman from Croatia, Nakita, who mysteriously found my address, began writing to me while I was in prison over a foolish securities violation I ‘d got caught up in while in my practice as a financial adviser.

I was sentenced to 10 years and released after 8 hellish years where my writing had been born, by hand in composition journals since there were no computer resources.

On a particular day when I once again needed to have mail, spiritual healing we may say, a letter indeed showed up for me, postmarked from Boston. It was from Nakita.

This was my sixth enlightening letter from her so far, this time written while on her business trip across the Atlantic Ocean.

I sensed she wrote me these letters with the full intention of keeping me positive and focused– though the more “newsy” sections of her letters were always quite humorous and fun-loving.

In this letter, due to our language differences and some personal issues she ‘d told me about her involvement in spiritual therapy with The Course of Miracles (as she called it), I’ve done some editing.

And here is her letter:

Dearest Jim,

I want you to know there is a garden of minds extending its thought through Christ, and on to you, and the garden feels the glimmerings of love and hope that you hold. Many are behind you, so please hang in there, for us.

Here are our words, I ‘d pulled them from The Course of Miracles:

I desire this holy instant for myself, that I may share it with my brother, who I love with God. It is not possible that I can have this holy instant without you, or you without me.

It is wholly possible for you to share it with me whenever you would like. And so

I now choose this instant as the one to offer to the Holy Spirit, that His blessing unites us and keeps us both in peace.

I so much look forward to hearing from you whenever you would like…

Truthfully in peace with you,


To a life of joy and bliss!

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