My mission is to guide healers and mamas who have lost themselves back to their calling and return to their natural magic, allowing their highest self to emerge.
Seven years ago, you could read my pleas for miracles all over the socials. My papa was Alzheimer’s central and had been diagnosed with leukemia. Day after day, I would share and ask for guidance, prayers, assistance and sanity from his up down and merry go rounds. Social media was my journal, my escape. I found the true essence of humanity in those posts, as strangers to long lost loves, friends and family came together to make his story and eventual legacy the grand magic that it was meant to be.
I thought my use of socials was over after it turned into somewhat of a battleground earlier this year. It still feels challenging to scroll on some days. Then today, I was reminded of the days of my papa and how it brought so much peace and clarity to share and be showered with the gift of words from loved ones and strangers from around the world.
So here I am again.
A month after the mass shooting in El Paso, my sister, my second mama, was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer with mets to the liver. Almost a year of chemo and it spread even further. The chemo gave her a sizeable 5 mm aortic aneurysm. Then she experienced a trauma and her physical body has not been able to get back to good.
We traveled to Mexico to an alternative cancer center over an 8-hour day that was a miracle in itself. From cool temps at the peak of the Sonoran desert summer, to thunderstorms, dance parties and a rainbow to end it all. We danced to a drum circle of 20 people who held closely together. Sat on roots of century old trees and even stumbled upon a cancer survivor park where messages kept coming to continue on her chosen path.
Hope led the way.
Hope lives is her motto.
We went into Mexico the next day and she started her treatments. She sat on her bed on day five and said ‘This cancer will not kill me. This cancer will not kill me.” She smiled and felt her 3 trillion healthy cells light up and go to work. “Do you feel that, C.O.”, I asked. She did. She believed in the process. She believed she would be healed. She believed and still believes in miracles.
And so do I. So does my mama. So do her children. So do all the people in our family.
For the past 10 days she’s been bedridden. For the last three, she’s not been eating, just drinking. My mama called me today to give me this update.
Miracles happen naturally in the presence of love.
A Course In Miracles
My husband believes we gather, all her loved ones, surround her and send her love and a miracle occurs. I keep seeing her in the cocoon phase of her transformation. The sleep, the rest, the hibernation and the detachment from all that was.
“In order to be able to become a butterfly, the caterpillar has to fall apart completely, decompose down to its very essence, devoid of any shape or consciousness. It literally dies. There is nothing left of it. – Soulcraft
“And from this liquid essence, the butterfly starts to put itself together, from scratch.”
I believe she will emerge as the beautiful, brilliant, most radiant butterfly the world has ever known.
I asked for her permission to post this, she allowed me to write and ask for prayers.
We were supposed to travel to Canada this past summer to see Lynn McTaggart, Bruce Lipton and a few other of our mind-body-spirit heroes. Lynn McTaggart has conducted worldwide experiments with massive populations of people on the power of intention. Her studies are based on people who come together in groups of 8 to set a certain intention for a person, a situation for healing, revelation or transformation.
My ask is this. If you know me and/or my sister, gather a group of 8 people and plan for a 10-minute focus on the specific intention below. You can play music, you can focus on a flame, you can play a sound bowl, just keep returning to this intention.
Our intention is that Rocio Esmeralda Benedicto be immediately, completely and permanently healed of all traces of colon cancer, and any possible metastases elsewhere in her body, that she will regain all strength and that she be healthy and well in every way.
The magic is in the first step. My mama asked for help today and my sister woke up hungry for the first time in days asking for one of her favorite meals. That’s a miracle in itself.
My sister asked for this too. She said “I could use some prayers”.
So gather friends, family, new and old. On zoom, in real life, however you wish, just focus on that intention.
Thank you so much. I love you.
My mission is to guide healers and mamas who have lost themselves back to their calling and return to their natural magic, allowing their highest self to emerge.