My Ass is on the Line

Guess what? I have colon cancer. Isn’t that ironic? After all I have said about using Radical Forgiveness to prevent cancer, I go and get it. BUMMER! (Joke #2. The first one was the title itself.) Humor heals, right?

Actually, I am quite fond of irony and am always on the lookout for it. It was the first thing that came to mind as soon as they told me. How ironic that I, Mr. Radical Forgiveness, the guy who created the technology on the basis that it would help people prevent cancer, should manifest it. Ha!

Lest I should begin to beat myself up for not doing as many worksheets as I should have, I drew comfort from the fact that apparently Muktananda died of cancer – and they don’t come more enlightened than him.

For all that he was an enlightened being, having transcended his body, he was still a human being subject to its frailty.

Not that I am comparing myself to the likes of Muktananda of course, and I don’t intend to die – not yet, anyway. It’s just that I thought there was a similar irony in both our situations.

OK, so here are the details: The cancer is just inside my rectum. Only a small part of the mass in there is malignant, but it looks as though surgery is definitely necessary to remove the mass.

The problem is, however, that it’s very close to my anus and there’s a chance that unless we can shrink it down to a smaller size, it might occur that no one could ever again call me an asshole, because I wouldn’t have one. (Joke #3.)

Now, notice that I said, “WE.” I used that term on purpose because you and a few thousand other folks have the power to literally save my ass. (Joke #4.)

Consider my good fortune. Where most people with this kind of problem can amass only a small number of people to help them heal, I have many thousands of healing angels to call upon.

This blog is going out to all 27,000 people on our Radical Forgiveness list. Among you are many professional healers, energy workers, Reiki practitioners, and many others who are connected to Source and can call upon that healing energy on my behalf. (Remember it’s OK to do this so long as I ask you to do it.)

Here’s what I am asking of everyone who feels led to do so. Take time out to visualize the tumor inside my rectum. Send it love. Give thanks on my behalf for the gift I have already accepted it to be. See it as perfect. Then visualize it gradually shrinking over time to such dimension as it can easily be detached from my colon with ease and with no risk whatsoever to the surrounding area, i.e. my sphincter muscle.

For those of you who are not squeamish, I have posted a picture of the tumor below, so you can more easily visualize it and converse with it. But, please send ONLY love to it. No hate or fear, please. It is not my enemy. It is giving me a loving message.

JoAnn and I have never forgotten how you collectively healed our cat, ‘Smokey Crystal.’ She was really sick, and we were sure that she was a goner. However, within a few days of our request to everyone to send her healing energy she pulled round and has been fine ever since. You all did that.

Now, here’s another request that many of you might find difficult to honor. I would ask that you not inundate me with all sorts of suggested healing strategies, recipes, diets, regimens, stories of miraculous cures, and so on.

There are so many things out there that I am sure are very good, but the choice is overwhelming. In any case, I have my own ideas of what to do, and I trust Spirit to lead me in the right direction. I am perfectly taken care of in that area, so I hope you will honor my request.

Just send me light and love. While you are listening to the 13 Steps, as you always do before you go to sleep, visualize my ass as a Smiley, with everything present and correct. I have also put a ‘moonie’ photo of my backside above to make it easy for you. (Is this Joke #5? It’s the last one. I promise.)

If you should feel like sending me a comment below, I would love that. But, please allow me to read it and feel the sentiment you express in it (e.g., “No more bullshit, please!” Oops! There’s another one!) without feeling that I have to reply. (Note: This only applies if I get more than 10. Up to ten I can handle.)

Here’s another irony. People have always wanted me to have a big story. Something that got me inspired to create Radical Forgiveness. I always said, “No. I didn’t have a story.” I had a good childhood and beyond having a couple of divorces, I’ve been blessed – relatively speaking, that is, compared to some of the stories I hear many people share at the workshops.

Well, maybe I’m doing it arse-about-face. (OMG, there’s another one!) In England it means doing it back to front. Maybe by the time I get through this, with your help, I may have gotten my big story, and yet another book written, entitled. “How Love Healed Me Without Me Doing Anything Other Than Being Willing to Receive It.”

Anyway, stay tuned. I will keep you all in touch. I will know a lot more next week after I’ve seen a man in a white coat.

Love Colin  

P.S. OK yuz guys, let it rip with the energy. Zap me in the morning, Zap me in the evening and zap me whenever you think of it. I want that tumor shrunk to virtually nothing within a couple of weeks so it can come out easily. You might even make it disappear once and for all. But save some loving energy for JoAnn. She could do with some too.