Magic of Believing

The year was 1988, and Claire Sylvia (47) was dying of primary pulmonary hypertension.  Her career as a professional dancer was coming to an end, as she had abnormally high blood pressure in the arteries of her lungs, which made the right side of her heart work harder than normal.  Her only hope of survival was a heart/lung transplant.  She was referred to Yale University for consideration of the procedure, which at the time had never been performed in New England.  She was accepted and the surgery was a complete success.

..it was a whole new rhythm, a whole new feeling, little did I know that my journey was just beginning..

Claire was the first person in New England to undergo a hear/lung transplant, and was now a celebrity.  As the reporters drilled her with questions in her hospital room, one asked, "Now that you've had this miracle, what do you want more than anything else?"   Claire immediately answered, "Actually, I'm dying for a beer right now." What was shocking to Claire, besides her rather flippant answer, was that she didn't even like beer.  But yet she was craving it.  Where on earth did THAT come from?

One month later, Claire left the hospital and moved into a medical halfway house a few miles away.  Now that she could eat like a normal person, she found, bizarrely, that she'd developed a sudden fondness for certain foods that she hadn't liked before: Snickers bars, green peppers, Kentucky Fried Chicken nuggets, and of course, beer.

Claire began noticing other changes as well.   Her handwriting changed, her personality was becoming more assertive and aggressive, almost more masculine.  She stopped getting colds, and her daughter even noticed her walk had changed.  "Why are you walking like that?  You're lumbering - like a musclebound football player". 

And then came the dream.

In it, I was in a grassy outdoor place, it was summer, and I was with a tall, thin young man with sandy-coloured hair. I thought of him as Tim L. We seemed to be good friends. I felt like Tim and I would be together for ever. When the dream was over, something had changed. I woke up knowing that Tim L was my donor and that some parts of his spirit and personality were now within me.

Claire asked the hospital for information on her donor. The coordinator told her this was confidential information, and that she should stop trying to open a 'can of worms'.  "Please don't pursue this".  Not taking no for an answer, Claire started piecing together what little information she had.  Her donor, she knew, was a young 18yr old man who had been killed in a motorcycle accident.  She soon found the obituary matching the description.  His name was Tim Lamirande. 

After a series of additional dreams involving Tim, Claire soon wrote to the young man's family and arranged a meeting.  What she discovered, was nothing short of amazing.  Tim was always full of energy.  He was rarely ill.  He loved beer and green peppers.  Tim's sister said, "...he really loved Chicken Nuggets."   Claire knew this was the young man who's heart and lungs were now inside of her.  Somehow, a part of his personality, including memories, had been transferred to her. 

While some scientists are still trying to explain how this is possible, I believe Dr Bruce Lipton has the answer.  In his book, "The Biology of Belief", Dr Lipton explains that all cells in the body have special antennae on them called "self-receptors".  Self receptors are used by the immune system to distinguish between 'self' and invasive organisms.  Some people do not take organ transplants well.  Their 'receptors' are not compatible and the body will reject it. 

In Claire's case, her body accepted the new organs.  And they still contain Tim's 'self receptors'.  And if a self receptor is nothing more than an antennae......  then Tim, although gone from this world, is still broadcasting.