Guest post, by Peter Jacobson:
My father’s father died in late 2005, at the age of 90. I had been close to him, and missed him greatly as I headed down to Mexico in 2006 to see my parents a few months after his funeral.
Soon after arriving, I felt his presence and started having experiences that reminded me of him. His personal color was yellow, and a huge yellow butterfly kept banging against my window. At nights I kept hearing a voice saying things to me in Spanish, which he had spoken fluently. One of the words I heard several times was, “estomago” (stomach).
I had no idea what this was about, so I called Tobi to ask her what was going on. She channeled that it was my grandfather speaking to me, and beyond that, he was talking about the stomach of his son (my father). Something was wrong, she said, and felt into it… After a pause, she said it wasn’t his stomach, it was his pancreas… Tobi channeled then, that my father had cancer in his pancreas, and she would be willing to work with him, if he chose.
Due to my own experiences with Tobi’s healing gifts and insight, and never having known Tobi to be wrong when diagnosing people’s Bodies (ever!), I felt I needed to let my father know what she’d said. Knowing how uptight he was, I didn’t expect much. Unsurprisingly, he dismissed it, and pooh-poohed her, as I expected he would. But surprisingly, not long after I left, he got it checked out. Doctors gave him a clean bill of health. Though retired at that time, he had been in great physical condition, due to his career as a tennis pro, he ate healthfully, did not smoke, and rarely drank even a beer. How could he have such a thing? He wasn’t even 65.
Two years passed, and his health started deteriorating severely and rapidly. Lo and behold, cancer HAD appeared in his pancreas! TWO YEARS after Tobi had diagnosed it, and two years since the very same doctors had found no sign of anything wrong. At all.
Knowing she could heal him, I reminded him how far in advance of the MDs Tobi had seen this, and how amazingly, shocking accurate she had been. I reiterated she was open to treating him, but he again rejected and pooh-poohed her offer. Despite massive evidence looking him in the face, he chose to stick with the medical establishment who’d missed his condition for two years. He chose to trust them and only them to heal him, when Tobi had been the one to call it out so long before. It made me extremely sad to see him choose this.
The prognosis for his type of cancer (the same type Steve Jobs had) is typically that one has two years or less to live. The “Whipple Procedure” is usually recommended. It’s a barbaric operation to slice out most of a Body’s digestive system, and re-route what’s left. To my horror, he had the procedure performed in 2009.
In April of 2010 my mother called to tell me I needed to come back down to Mexico, as he was in hospice and expected to die in the next few weeks. What I saw when I arrived was shocking. My dad was a mere bone, and totally frail. He couldn’t digest any food, or even keep down a coke. Thanks to the stone-age Whipple Procedure, the best that modern medicine has come up with, he was starving to death. And yet, he still clung to his belief that nothing could be done, or could have been done, other that what MDs told him. Within the week, he was dead.
I absolutely believe with all of my being, that if he had committed to working with Tobi, he would be alive today, and he’d be a better person for it. If anybody could have saved him, it would have been Tobi.