Love Waits on Acceptance: A Healing Journey

By Patricia Beirne

You are about to embark on a journey that will take you places youve never been before and you will learn much about things you dont even know exist. The words flowed out of Patricia Beirnes hand and onto the paper in front of her. Subsequent sessions of automatic writing encouraged her and gave suggestions. I never felt alone again, she says about the beginning of her extraordinary voyage of discovery.

To the outside world, Patricia seemed to have it all: an athletic, successful husband, two beautiful daughters, and a home in the San Diego area. Raised with rigid ideas about what women should be, she worked to be the perfect wife, hostess, mother, and homemaker. But as the years went by, Patricia could no longer ignore the growing restlessness and unsettling dreams stirring inside her. She knew she was being called to discover the meaning of her life but what was it?

Within a five-year period, both daughters were in serious car accidents, one struggled with drug use, and the other fought depression and a mysterious illness that took her to the hospitalall while Patricias marriage deteriorated. It was then that she discovered she had a gift. She could trust the divine, loving Voice that directed her, and she could use her gift to help her daughters as well as others. Her story is a testament to what can happen when we listen, trust, and open ourselves to new ways of hearing and healing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jan 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781475965780

Patricia Beirne

Patricia Beirne, CHt, CMEP, has served as a spiritual family counselor, teacher, and practitioner of complementary/alternative therapies. She’s treated hundreds of patients in hospitals and private practice, hosted a weekly TV program, and written, “Complementary Therapies” in Palliative Nursing textbook. Beirne currently resides in San Diego, CA.

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Love

WAITS ON ACCEPTANCE

A HEALING JOURNEY

Patricia Beirne, CHt, CMEP

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Love Waits on Acceptance

A Healing Journey

Copyright © 2013 by Patricia Beirne, CHt, CMEP.

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

Introduction

CHAPTER 1:   The Wait Was Over

The Next Phase of My Life: Hawaii—Land of Enchantment

CHAPTER 2:   Through the Eyes of a Mother

Facing My Worst Fears: My Quest for Understanding

CHAPTER 3:   Adulthood in One Leap

My Search for Answers: How to Reunite Family

CHAPTER 4:   Remembering Childhood

My Childhood Revisited: Unhealed Memories

CHAPTER 5:   Painful Lessons

Enduring the Pain of a Family Divided: The Dark Years

CHAPTER 6:   Divine Intervention

Finally Answers: Opening to Channel and Introduction to Magnificence

CHAPTER 7:   Healing Knows No Boundaries

The Lessons Continue: Discovery of Healing Power and Unseen Influences

CHAPTER 8:   The Ultimate Test of Faith

Introduction to My Role as Healer: Facing the Truth about My Marriage

CHAPTER 9:   Miracles Do Happen

Miracle Healing Found in Faith and Trust: Magnificence, the Master

CHAPTER 10:   Preparation for the Inevitable

Letting Go of Judgment: Ending a Marriage in Unconditional Love

CHAPTER 11:   Full of Potential

Against All Odds: Preparing for the Next Phase of My Work

CHAPTER 12:   Message Complete

Relationships: The Gifts and the Demons— The Opportunity to Walk My Talk

CHAPTER 13:   The Journey

Preparation and Arrival: Hawaii and the Rain Forest— The Lessons Continue

CHAPTER 14:   Claiming My Desire

My Healing Work Begins in Earnest: Enter Soul Mate

CHAPTER 15:   The Ultimate Realization

Message Received in Gratitude and Appreciation: Love Waits on Acceptance

Suggested Reading

This book is dedicated to those who lovingly give their hearts and hands in service of mankind and to the healer inherent in everyone!

May the grace of God guide you and give you peace!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

The urging to write this book haunted me for a number of years. Not knowing how it would be received, I was reluctant to tell my story. As the prompting became less subtle I finally decided to take the leap; the vision was put in front of me so strongly it could no longer be denied.

In June 2008, I found myself in a lovely little cottage on an eight-acre estate in the heart of the wine country in Northern California. I needed some time to regain my health and well-being after back surgery, and this seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. I had a hunch I was being sequestered for more than recuperation time and soon realized the writing of the book was next on the agenda.

I want to thank Susan and Bill for welcoming me with open arms into their home. Without knowing, they provided me with the peaceful seclusion I needed to write and work through the memories and, yes, some buried emotions that were still waiting to surface and be healed.

I want to thank my beloved daughters who have not only been my greatest gifts but also my greatest teachers. Without them, I’m not sure I would have been willing to continue the relentless search for answers to all the questions that plagued me. Nor am I sure I would have had the courage to walk the uncharted paths I encountered. Thanks to them, I found what I was searching for—and so much more!

Thank you to the men in my life who taught me so much about me! They showed me the depth of my capacity to love, which gave me the courage and opportunity to walk my talk, open my mind to explore other possibilities, and find the compassion to see things more clearly from another’s perspective, without fear or judgment.

The Voice, that Divine, patiently unerring Voice, was always there when I needed it most, unconditionally loving and endlessly patient! It soothed me, protected me, always encouraged, never coerced, and never left my side. Thank you, God!

Last but not least, I want to thank those who came as teachers and students. They were such a blessing. It has been an honor to serve as a facilitator and friend. You were the courageous ones. Here’s to the healer inherent in all of you! God bless all! ☼

INTRODUCTION

Every loving thought is true.

Everything else is an appeal

for healing and help,

regardless of the form it takes.

—A Course in Miracles, Text p.200

My spiritual education began at the age of nine. Being the oldest of seven children and a girl, I was expected to act like a young lady at all times, tend to my younger siblings, and help with the household chores, which continually increased with our rapidly growing family. My two brothers were exempt from those female duties, and my sisters were too young to help, thus I had little time to do the fun things children do. I became an adult at a very early age.

My father was very old-fashioned and rigid in his ideas as to what the role of a young woman should entail. He held on to his throne as the head of household, ruling with a heavy dose of strong discipline and harsh words. The only activities outside the school workday I was allowed to participate in had to do with religion.

Our home in Portland, Oregon, was next door to a Northern Baptist Church; therefore, church activities were my only outlet. I loved Sunday school, suffered through church services, and savored our Wednesday-evening youth group meetings. What I loved most were the stories about Jesus. I played the part of Mary in all our Christmas plays and read everything I could find about his life.

We moved a lot during my childhood years; therefore, I had little chance to make any lasting friendships. As I got older, Jesus became my best friend and constant companion. Most often when I had any alone time, I’d pretend He was sitting next to me while I read from the Bible.

By the age of twelve, I had been exposed to a myriad of religious beliefs and attended many churches of different denominations. Dad didn’t care what the church doctrine was (he never attended); he just wanted to make sure we got plenty of it. After a while I began to feel very confused as to what I believed. Each church taught their own religious doctrines, and many times we were told that their teachings were the only true teachings of God. By the age of eighteen, I had so many doubts I decided to leave the church.

It wasn’t until I reached my middle thirties that an unexplainable restlessness inside me started my quest for answers. Through the search to help my children, I reconnected with God and found answers to questions about life and death that finally made sense.

In my desire to be of service to the unconditionally loving, nonjudgmental God that I had come to know, I became ordained into a ministry that I felt was in alignment with my belief that God was not a male entity constantly withholding his love if we fall out of favor but an Omnipotent, Omnipresent, all-loving Supreme Presence of which we are all a part. God is unconditional love waiting to be accepted into our hearts and lives. Therefore, Love Waits on Acceptance seemed an appropriate title for my book.

In my ministry I’ve had the good fortune to serve hundreds of people in all walks of life, in life and in death. Without faith and trust in his presence, I wouldn’t have had the courage to go where help was needed most.

As I found the gifts in my ability to be a clear channel for others and the energy through my hands that helped facilitate healing, I finally knew my mission—empowering community through unconditional love.

I became a clinical hypnotherapist (CHt) and used guided imagery to relieve pain and change energy patterns. I’ve been a practitioner of many healing modalities, working with the human energy field and morphic fields (blueprints of physical growth and behavior). When Healing Touch and Guided Imagery were used, pain was alleviated, the healing process hastened, and peace and a sense of well-being was expressed by patients at all levels of illness. There are many practitioners of Healing Touch, Therapeutic Touch, Reiki, Matrix Energetics (CMEP), just to name a few, who work in this field known as Complementary/Alternative Medicine (CAM).

In truth, we are all healers; we have the ability to affect change at all levels of consciousness just by holding an open heart with focused intention and attention. In fact we do this many times although we may not consciously be aware of it.

This personal journey began over sixty years ago. My reason for writing Love Waits on Acceptance is to share with those in need that they’re not alone. We are all in this together, trying to play the game of life to the best of our abilities.

There is no shame in making mistakes and taking risks that fail. There are so many opportunities we miss by not being aware that there is always help available, and we all have the power and ability to succeed. Most importantly it’s about not being afraid to try something new or different from what we’ve always known.

CHAPTER 1

The Wait Was Over

The Next Phase of My Life:

Hawaii—Land of Enchantment

As the large Boeing jet sat down on the runway I felt an excitement unlike any I’d felt before. I’d landed at the Honolulu airport many times in the past, but for some reason this felt different. Little did I know the information I would receive during the next six days was about to change my life forever!

It was July 26, a few days before my birthday on August 4, and my best friend, Christie, had insisted we make this trip. I’d given up my sales and marketing career in the building industry in San Diego nearly two years before to totally immerse myself in what I felt was my life’s work and my passion.

This journey actually began over twenty-five years ago, with more challenges, more drama, and more wonderful magical healing than I could have ever imagined. I’d been a wife, a mother, a hostess for hundreds of business dinners, and a successful businesswoman selling and marketing new homes for the San Diego building industry. That was all behind me now, a lifetime gone by. An unseen restlessness was growing within me, and I was ready for something new, something more fulfilling.

I’d come to realize that our thoughts and beliefs create everything we experience in our lives; therefore, we have the ability to overcome anything that stands in the way of our success by changing the way we see ourselves. This was an exciting and self-empowering concept that I felt compelled to explore.

The last year had been one of waiting—for what, I wasn’t sure. I only knew that I felt guided to be still and patient just a little longer. I knew a move was imminent but thought it would most likely be to Washington, DC. My best friend, Christie, and I had a dear friend who was director of the National Center for Education and the Economy. He was leaving the center to start his own company. He had talked to me many times about coming to DC. His passion was to bring about change in public education; this was his life ambition and wanted me to join him in his efforts.

As we descended the steps of the plane, I felt the trade winds welcoming me as they gently brushed my face and blew through my hair. It was then I heard the words as clearly as though someone were verbally speaking to me: Welcome home. I had become accustomed to this kind of communication over the past many years and smiled as I wondered what was meant by the message. I quickly dismissed it from my mind as Christie and I scurried to make our connection with the van that would take us to our hotel. We found a great-priced package for lodging (or so we thought) that promised a mountain view only a block away from the Waikiki beach. Much to our dismay, we found the hotel in complete disarray and in the process of remodeling. Drop cloths, planks, and plasterboard were strewn everywhere; the lobby was partially hidden from view.

Tired and irritated, I began to protest to the desk clerk that we hadn’t been forewarned about this situation by our travel agent. She nonchalantly shrugged off my comments by saying the remodeling was taking longer than expected and continued the many tasks involved in assigning our room. I glanced at Christie and gave a futile sigh.

We were exhausted from an exceptionally long, arduous flight, so I decided it best to overlook the obviously disappointing reception. The plane developed mechanical difficulties in Los Angeles, and after several hours’ delay, the airlines transferred us to another plane. We finally reached our destination five hours late.

As we walked to our room, I went over the message I’d received upon landing and smiled sarcastically. The room was pleasant enough; it had two queen-size beds that we both eyed longingly, but being of a curious nature I decided to go exploring. Though it was almost midnight, I wanted to see the view we’d been promised. A sudden scream welled up in my throat as I pulled back the drapes at the window. Christie looked up to see what had happened.

Not more than ten feet from our window appeared a rusting old metal parking structure raised several stories above the level of our room. It was stacked with a variety of automobiles, with headlights all facing in our direction. I was too tired and it was too late to do anything at that hour.

Disgruntled, I mumbled something about just wait till tomorrow and decided on a shower to remove the energy of a very stressful day. I fell into my bed immediately, dead to the world—at least to this world.

At some point, I proceeded to enter a lucid dream state that I could touch, feel, and even smell. I became the observer as I stood at the top