Conversations with G: A Physician's Encounter with Heaven

By M.D. Ph.D. Shealy C. Norman

If it could be said that a personal relationship can be developed between a human being and an impersonal spirit guide, then author Dr. C. Norman Shealy accomplished this with G. They established a type of communication that was intense, at times personal, but also productive with G providing Shealy a view of what human beings could heal if thei

• Language: English
• Publisher: Westwood Books Publishing
• Release date: Jul 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685363918

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FOREWORD

By Caroline Myss

Ihave written other Forewords to books by C. Norman Shealy but I am especially delighted to write this one. I have known Norm for many, many years. We began working together in the early 1980’s after I introduced myself to him at a conference in Council Grove, Kansas. I mentioned to him while he was peeling an apple that I thought I might be medically clairvoyant.

Norm gave no indication of being impressed by my sharing that bit of personal information. Instead he asked me how good I was at this skill. I told him that I had no idea. He asked me if I could sense illness in a person, as telling him that a person’s energy was off was of no use to him whatsoever. I said that maybe I could do that but I wasn’t sure. He told me he would call me sometime and that was that. I returned to my home in Walpole, New Hampshire, where I lived in the 1980’s and got on with my work as an editor at the publishing company I co-founded.

A short while later Norm phoned for that first reading. Norm phoned while his patient was in his medical office in Springfield, MO. I said that it felt to me as if the man had concrete in his throat. Norm said he had esophageal cancer. We have been a team ever since. I became more accurate with my health readings as I learned the names of illnesses and anatomy. We’ve done thousands of readings now and written books together and done workshops together all over the United States and Europe. Norm coined the title, medical intuitive, as I refused to be referred to as a psychic or clairvoyant. Today there are hundreds of thousands of people who call themselves medical intuitives. Medical Intuition is gradually evolving into a medical science and though we have a way to go, Norm and I put medical intuition on that track toward becoming a recognized science in the field of health care.

You get to know a person quite well as a friend, creative partner, professional partner, and spiritual confidant when your life path interweaves in so many way for so many years. Few relationships in one’s life go that distance. It’s the length of a life blessing. So, when I say I know Norm like an old family recipe, you better believe it’s the truth.

Through the years, I’ve observed the journey of Norm’s ever-expanding interests get broader and deeper. He was born to be a physician and scientist but (in my opinion) truly got into full research mode when he left neurosurgery and dived into the study of pain management. He went in search of alternative treatment for pain, a decision that I believe animated his interest in the realm of alternative methodologies for everything, including what’s available, if anything, from the psychic or spiritual realm. He was cautious but open to checking out if anything or anyone was out there.

Many of his colleagues called that crazy, of course. I get that. Would you want a physician showing up at your bedside telling you that the recommended course of treatment for your illness came from a conversation with an invisible medical associate that goes by the initial, G? Probably not. Of course, G would come into Norm’s life a bit later down the road, after he waded deeper and deeper into the waters of the psychic domain where he encountered any number of psychics – all of whom fascinated him for various reasons. He had a blast during that time of his life and he met remarkable healers and intuitives, some of whom I later had the privilege of meeting.

At the same time, Norm pursued research in alternative methodologies of healing, many of which pushed through the barriers of even alternative thinking. He experimented with ways to influence the delicate balance of the human energy system. For example, he created a sound bed and a room in which the walls were lined with crystals from local Missouri caves. Subtle body medicine was his new frontier and for him that vast space presented only opportunities for his genius to wonder while wandering about human potential.

It’s no small wonder really that eventually Norm’s path would take him from the energy domain into the realm of grace and mysticism. It’s a natural progression for the soul to move toward grace and for a curious and open soul like Norm who is driven by the desire to heal, his would be an effortless transition. That is, Norm never doubted that the unseen realm existed or that assistance from the invisible domain might be available to human beings. The scientist in him approached this realm with skepticism – thank heavens – as he met several self-styled channels along the way.

But Norm also encountered authentic channels, one of whom introduced him to G. If it could be said that a personal relationship can be developed between a human being and an impersonal spirit guide, then Norm accomplished this with G. They established a type of communication that was intense, at times personal but also productive with G providing Norm a view of what human beings could heal if their consciousness would only break free or break through of its illusions, as Buddha would say.

Norm is an acupuncturist – yet another one of his many health certifications and degrees that he has accumulated through the years. He knows the human energy system as well as human anatomy about as thoroughly as a physician-scientist can know his arena. G introduced him to a series of acupuncture points that line up with the elements of nature. G called them the Rings of Fire, Earth, Air and Water. G also instructed Norm about partnering illnesses to one or more appropriate element acupuncture Rings for maximum healing benefits. Norm launched into healing work utilizing this knowledge immediately. The results continue to be astounding.

G has been a part of Norm’s life for more than thirty years. Norm’s good at keeping sacred treasures personal such as a three-decade long relationship with an angelic guide. Now he’s decided to share this personal part of his life’s story with the public. I would have cautioned him to keep this part of his life private even a decade ago but now I am delighted he is letting everyone know that he has long worked with angelic guidance. Why should he keep such an elegant truth to himself?

Aside sharing the rich dialogue between Norm and G, I don’t think it’s a bad idea for people to consider what the existence of angels implies so far as the heavenly realm is concerned – especially these days. Years ago when I was a publisher in Walpole, New Hampshire, we received so many channeled manuscripts. Back in the 1970’s and 80’s, people claiming to hear or receive guidance directly from the other side was as common as vanilla ice cream – and I’m not kidding you. But so far as I was concerned, the real thing was as rare as a white crow. I found only one manuscript in ten years in which it seemed to me that the author had assistance from a spiritual editorial team. I gauged authenticity because the details or substance contained in the writings contained those curious ingredients that sparked mystical wonderings. All the rest were mediocre ramblings by people who believed that if they told me their ramblings came from up there or out there, I’d be impressed. I knew that if I swapped pages from someone else’s uniquely channeled manuscript and gave to any one of them, none of them would know the difference.

G sparks mystical thoughts and at times, deliberately so. I think people should wonder about the nature of heaven and the mystical realm. But more than wonder about it, I believe that human beings are born with an innate desire – if not craving – to experience genuine sacred awe in our lives. We do not want to believe that life is random and that we evaporate at the end and that none of our choices really matter. The angelic realm is an expression of the truth that we reside in universe that is essentially holy and sacred. We reside in the physical world for a very brief amount of time but we dwell in the spiritual world eternally. If nothing else, the relationship between G and Norm suggests life goes on after we disembark from Earth.

I can’t keep track of all the many books Norm has written. He is brilliant, creative, and prolific. I do know, however, that this book contains a part of his life and information that he has never shared in any of his other books. Indeed, Norm has written a book that will inspire your spirit as much as expand your mind.

Caroline Myss

Oak Park, IL

Table of Contents

Autobiography of a Modern Mystic

The Nature of Mysticism

Early Conversations with an Angel

Depth psychoanalysis by an angel

Rich and erotic dreams

My sacred contract

The kundalini experience

Murielle: My personal angel and other angelic connections

The subsequent journey

The Shealy Protocols

Views from the universe

Opening the heart chakra

The road less traveled

My Latest and most important intuitive discovery

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A MODERN MYSTIC

At what age does one become a mystic? Although many highly intuitive individuals report having conversations with—and even seeing—fairies, angels, and other mysterious events early in life, my earliest memories are of wanting to understand purpose. I wanted to know why this, why that, why not something else, and how does this relate to God? This was my earliest search for a connection with the divine. At the same time, I have always sensed the reality of angels. On the other hand, I never had a fear of death, a characteristic I now understand to be typical of mystics. At age four, I climbed up on a large lard can in my grandmother’s kitchen to watch my uncle making a snowman outside in a rare South Carolina snow. Grandma found me there and scolded, Be careful, Buddy. You might hurt yourself. I responded, Don’t worry, Grandma. If you are going to die, you die. True, she replied, but you can certainly hurt yourself. Incidentally, until I went to medical school, my family always called me Bud, Buddy, or Buster.

There were many older individuals in my family. A great, great grandfather, a great grandmother, a great grandfather, great aunts, and great uncles all lived well into their nineties or beyond. I was always taken to funerals, which seemed perfectly natural, even when told to go kiss Uncle Ted lying in the open coffin.

Although God was not a subject at home, I was expected to go to Sunday school from age five on. I chose the Methodist church, which was my mother’s religion and where most of my school friends went to church. I felt comfortable at church and at age fifteen volunteered to be on the state Methodist debating team. I chose the positive side of And God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son so that whosoever believeth in Him would not perish but have everlasting life.

At the same time, I always felt safe, and if asked, I would have stated that I had a guardian angel. Other than that significant church activity, which was my only major involvement outside school, I was a nerd who was fascinated by learning in every subject. I insisted on going to school at age five. There was no kindergarten so my mother pushed the principal of the grade school to allow me to begin.

Other than school learning, I also loved piano music and began piano lessons at age eleven, with the sole goal of playing Chopin’s Polonaise in A minor, which I finally did for the entire high school. Unfortunately, I memorized music easily so that after playing a piece once, I did not need to watch the music sheet. As a result, I never learned to read music rapidly. I was physically active at home, even enrolling in the Charles Atlas Dynamic Tension course. I also loved gardening and took over the family vegetable and flower garden at age twelve. I enlisted in the Boy Scouts, and my scoutmaster, James Sheeley, became a second father. He lived only a block away and had an active hobby of photography. I spent many hours taking, developing, and printing photos in his studio. I was also active in the 4H club and even took second prize in a state contest for my steer named Pompadour.

My maternal grandmother was a devotee of Oral Roberts, so I was exposed a great deal to his messages. But none of a religious nature from my father, who went to the Baptist church since there was no Lutheran church. My father dropped out of school at age ten to help support his brothers and mother after the death of his father. He started as a meat cutter in grocery stores, became successful enough to open his own grocery store, and then another grocery, and even a freezer locker before the development of home freezers. He also leased for many decades a six-hundred-acre farm three miles outside town. When World War II broke out, we moved to the farm and lived there until the end of the war. He raised pigs, beef cattle, cotton, and watermelons. He also became a Mason and a Shriner, eventually rising to the divan. My father was totally kind and a role model for me.

My mother was a housewife who was devoted to her two children. She too did not discuss religion, but she frequented a psychic, Lil Brown, who lived just outside our small town of Camden, South Carolina. It was rumored that Lil was visited by many prominent legislators and even the governor. Just before I left for college, Lil did a reading for me and said I would be well known but never be president of the United Sates. Whew! That was the last thing I would want.

My sister, Mary Esther, was two and a half year old when I was born. Mama, which is what we called her, had hyperthyroidism when she was pregnant with me. She weighed seventy-five pounds when I was born. Frail and caring for the new baby, she must have brushed Mary aside a few times. Within six months of my birth, Mary became quite obese and remained fat the rest of her life. One of my earliest memories at age four was overhearing Mary accuse my mother of abandoning her when I was born. I vowed that no one would ever get close enough to me to hurt me that way! Mama was kind and loving to both children and even later ran a day care center for children.

And that memorable age of four was when I announced that I would become a doctor. That drive never left.

Most of my childhood was busy. From age eleven, I worked some weekends and in the summers in the meat department of my father’s store. Age twelve, however, was also memorable. Working in my father’s store, I saw over the counter a little black lady with her arm in a cast. I yearned to jump over the counter to heal her! She was not apparently suffering, but the drive to heal her remains as vivid as any memory of my life. Many years later, my guide told me that she materialized to awaken in me the healer archetype. Of all my archetypes, healer is certainly one of the dominant ones. Much more on this subject later.

When I entered eighth grade—there was no junior high—the math class was overfilled and I was allowed to take a ninth grade math class. This allowed me to take enough courses to complete high school in the following three years. Those last four years of grade school were filled largely with devotion to academics. In general, I loved learning in every course. And I memorized easily. I had only one male friend and one truly platonic girlfriend. I simply spent whatever time I could learning and took the maximum of courses, winding up my senior year with the class ahead of me. When Ms. Zemp announced that I was valedictorian, she said, I had thought someone else would achieve this position. Her nephew was salutatorian. In retrospect, a great deal of my success in school was the result of good intuition.

Incidentally, during the summer of 1949, I read Magnificent Obsession, which led me to know that I wanted to become a neurosurgeon and someday a professor of neurosurgery! So in August 1949, at age sixteen, I left Camden, South Carolina, to go to Duke University.

To a great extent, college was a repeat of high school. I remained an introverted nerd. The major change was weight lifting. I was five feet, eleven inches tall, weighed 132 pounds, and had a twenty-eight-inch waist

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enjoyed the adventure of the author life his faith ,science, and discoveries both medically and spiritually. it has advanced my perception of what is possible if we believe. thank you for sharing.