I've been a business person for nearly two decades. During that time I've written from time to time, but mostly I kept my eye on the business side.
A few years ago I was living a life that by all appearances was ideal. I had a job I loved, three wonderful children and lived alternately in Malibu and the bay area. I also thought I had my health in good order—worked out daily, ate organic foods and hadn't been to an M.D. in twenty years. It was at that point I was diagnosed with stage four throat cancer.
It was also at that point that my spiritual life came into greater focus than ever before. For twelve years prior to the diagnosis I considered myself to be very spiritual, but somewhat skeptical at times. I mostly kept my ideas to a close circle of friends and myself.
Thirteen years prior to the diagnosis in 1989 while working in my office on Saturday, I took a typical break for meditation to sharpen my focus and relax. During that meditation I received Maitreya in a way that bewildered me, fascinated me and silenced me with fear. The fear was not from this magnificent being but from my concern about that people would think I was crazy if I confessed to such a thing. I didn't know who he was other than that he told me that he represented the Christ, as I could understand it.
Five years later I finally confided to a Buddhist friend about my experiences and frequent meditative conversations with Maitreya. She asked me if I knew who he was (it was clear to her that I didn't). She then told me about Maitreya from the Buddhist perspective and gave me some books to read.
For the few days following my diagnosis of cancer during a cold Mailbu January, I lay in bed wondering what was happening and how was I going to deal with this. That night Maitreya, Master Jesus and Master Buddha appeared to me in quite a radiant display. Maitreya explained that the rod of healing was within me and would bring about the healing, but I had to activate it. They were there to support my work, but the rest was up to me.
I was scared and uncertain what to do or what a rod of healing was for that matter. A confidence rose in me and the next day I called my oncologist and ENT and told them I would start chemotherapy within the week (this came after having stalled on it earlier). I said I would also use alternative medicine modalities to assist, but we would rely on chemo as primary. They were convinced that if I received twelve weeks of chemo combined with six weeks of radiation, that I had a pretty good chance of survival—albeit I'd be eating through a tube inserted into my stomach, lose all my hair and feel like crap for a long time. I asked them what they would think if my three tumors disappeared and I went into remission within 21 days. They replied that that wasn't at all likely and I'd just have to stay the course.
Twenty-one days later my tumors had disappeared and I was in complete remission. I remained on chemo for three more weeks until I stopped, much to their objection. I knew I was done and that whatever the rod of healing was, I had found it and it was working.
I continued my conversations with Maitreya as I convalesced and began my healing. In March 2004 as I sat at my computer I began to type the conversation with Masters Jesus and Buddha. I can't say I know how it works, but it does despite my skepticism and resistance from time to time. I've slowly embraced it as a gift to have this relationship and now to share it with others through publishing these conversations.
