Hoodlum's Miracle

By Bille Pearl

"Hoodlum's Miracle" is a compelling narrative grounded in true events. It follows the life of a regular man who, despite his difficult past marked by sexual abuse and the haunting murder of his father, finds romance in his life. Over the years, his pursuit of deviant pleasure becomes an attempt to cope with his traumatic experiences, a mechanism that drives him into further chaos when his ex-wife is also brutally murdered, making him the prime suspect.

This unanticipated crime plunges him into a whirlwind of investigations, suspicions, and personal turmoil. In the midst of this, he receives a terminal cancer diagnosis, deepening his sense of despair. However, in the face of death and overwhelming fear, he embarks on a spiritual journey of self-discovery, faith, and resilience.

Just when life seems to be coming to a premature end, a miraculous event takes place. During a near-death experience, he undergoes a transformational healing that mystifies everyone around him, including his doctors. This miraculous healing not only rejuvenates his body but also renews his spirit, awakening him to the power of faith and the possibility of redemption.

"Hoodlum's Miracle" is a story of tragedy, resilience, love, faith, and the power of miracles in our lives. It inspires readers to confront their fears, seek redemption, and hold onto the hope of miracles in the direst of circumstances.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798350908589

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Hoodlum’s Miracle is based on true events of Faith over Fear.

If you think you know the characters, you are probably mistaken.

Many of the characters may seem like someone you know, but maybe not.

Copyright 2021, 2023

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Writing and editorial consulting services provided by Belinda Breyer – [e-mail]

ISBN: 979-8-35090-857-2 (print)

ISBN: 979-8-35090-858-9 (eBook)

Table of Contents

Introduction

1 My Last Night—Or Not

2 Dad Murdered

3 Sex, Stealing, Sexual Abuse

4 Running Wild Following the Culture Model

5 Prime Suspect in My Ex-Wife’s Murder

6 Cancer Comes to the Love of my Life

7 Spiritual Study in India

8 A Very Bad Sore Throat

9 Blood Everywhere

10 Having Faith

11 Miracle Boy

12 A Testament of Love

Postscript

Introduction

Many of us are raised to believe that there is a Force that judges our actions, hands out punishment, seeks revenge, and has the power to eternally damn our souls. I’m Bille Pearl, and my belief is that the energy source that governs the universe is one of love and forgiveness. It wants to help us recover, and it can save our lives. Mine was saved after seven doctors told me to go to hospice because I would die within a couple of months. That was ten years ago.

Many of us who were raised to believe in this stern, judgmental power suffer a life filled with guilt and unhappiness and, as a result, we close our ears and hearts to the power of redemption in the universe. We live a life pursuing material and physical pleasure that will never really bring us true satisfaction and fulfillment. We always want more things and more pleasure, and are always striving for more in the material world. Yet, we also always wonder, Why am I here on earth? Often, we don’t know how to get out of this constant, unsatisfying cycle, so we keep hoping one more sports car or even a pair of designer shoes will be the thing that finally brings us happiness. How do we get out of this cycle? How do we find true joy and happiness?

My life story of mystery and romance shows the way. I live an existence of mystery and romance, allowing the universe to give me miracles, even though as a teen I was sexually abused by an adult I looked up to. That abuse, by my high school mentor, haunted me for thirty years of self-destructive behavior. But more about that later.

I had moments of divine grace, but I was also a person very much in love with the pursuit of physical gratification. I ran wild and had many harrowing experiences, which will be discussed later. At one time or another, drugs, infidelity, stealing, murder, multiple divorces, and cancer all came into my life. I have stood on the threshold of death more than once, but the Force asked me to have faith and I was eventually blessed with the romance of my life. My life is a story of misadventure, blessings, joy, and a near-death experience with the Divine. Read my story, and you, too, will see a path to how a person can become whole.

Although I was sexually abused, while just a child, by my mentor in more than one way, I never lost my love for the Divine. No church or religion is the Divine, but this Force wants to help all become whole again. Perhaps this book may help you and others, ultimately helping the world become a better place. Just because you were knocked down or sexually abused, you are not a lost cause. With a change of perception, you are a cause to be reckoned with.

Chapter 1

My Last Night—Or Not

It was around six o’clock at night in October 2013. I was struggling to pour cans of protein drink into my feeding tube. I had been on a feeding tube for months because I couldn’t swallow. My situation was so bad I even had to pour water into my feeding tube when I was thirsty, which was often. I was a mess, holding on to life by a string.

At this time, I had seven doctors; the diagnosis was stage IV throat cancer, and it had spread to my lymph glands. The treatment plan was to keep me comfortable for the last couple of months I had left. I could also have just fallen over and bled out. The doctor at the large cancer center in Tampa said that might be the best thing, because then I’d be gone in a matter of minutes rather than going through the long, extremely painful process of the walk to death. I was wearing a seventy-five milligram fentanyl patch, and did eight to ten hits of oxycontin per day just to keep from screaming in pain. I tried not to take too much, to the point that I wouldn’t know what was going on. At night, I often screamed out Code red, which meant I couldn’t stop coughing and needed codeine cough syrup immediately or I would probably fall over dead.

As I was sitting at the kitchen table, I started thinking back to six weeks ago, when I was in that very same room. That night, I had started coughing, and then an artery ruptured in the back of my throat. I started hemorrhaging. There was an unbelievable amount of blood spurting from my mouth, and even from my nose. Well, it was a very close call and I’ll talk more about that later, but I do know exactly what the doctor is talking about when he said I could bleed out.

My wife and I were watching a comedy show on television. Laughter is supposed to be good for the immune system, so comedy is all I ever watched. By six o’clock, though, I was ready for bed and I headed back toward the bedroom. I decided to stop in my home office, because I didn’t know when I’d have a chance to get back there again, if ever. I thought it might be a few days or longer until I was up for it. I had a feeling that something was around the corner. So, I sat down at my computer, responding to some correspondence and taking care of some other necessities. By the time I was finished, a couple of hours had passed and I was truly exhausted. I started coughing, so I took some cough medicine with codeine and got into bed.

My wife came into the room, took one look at me, and started sobbing. She was just crying and crying and I didn’t have it in me to console her. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just didn’t have it in me. I had a strong feeling that death was reaching out to me and I was surrendering. After a while, I fell asleep.

I awoke a few hours later and sat up in bed. I moved into a doorway, and realized I was looking down at myself in bed, but also it was me standing in the doorway. I should have been totally freaked out, but a sense of total peace and calm came over me. At the doorway was a bright light, emanating a feeling of love and peace, and I proceeded toward the light. I was afraid, but then I was overcome by a feeling of relaxation and all of this love was pouring out of the doorway. In the doorway, I could see two people, a divine-looking figure and my avatar teacher from India, Sri Bhagavan. Seeing my teacher was rather a surprise, since he was still alive. What was he doing there? I believed his spirit must have come to me when I needed it.

Is this Heaven? I asked. I just step through the door and that’s it, I’m dead?

They both just nodded and smiled, and all of a sudden, I wasn’t in any pain. I wasn’t suffering. I was just overwhelmed by this beautiful light; the white light of love was all around me.

I felt relaxed for the first time in months, and I asked, Is this it, am I dead? Where am I?

The divine figure just stood there, smiling.

My teacher said, It’s your choice. You always have the choice in life.

Well, okay. I’m ready to go. I’m ready to go over to the other side. I’ve been ready for a while, since that hemorrhaging episode six weeks ago. Just take me now. I’m ready for some happiness and peace, and no more suffering. Especially no more suffering for the people around me. My poor wife has suffered so much, taking care of me and watching me shrink down to a shadow of the man I was. And I know I haven’t been that pleasant. I know I’ve been a mess, a total mess. Take me now. I’m ready to go.

Sri Bhagavan said, You know you don’t have to come in. You don’t have to die. You can go back.

And I can remember like it was yesterday. I said, I don’t want to go back like this. I’ve had enough. I don’t need this. I don’t want to suffer anymore, and I don’t want all the people around me suffering, no more pain. It’s not good for anybody. I’m ready to go.

They replied, Well, what if you weren’t suffering? What if you were healed?

And I asked, How could that be?

They just looked at me and smiled, saying, Your faith will make you whole. Just remember your faith will make you whole.

Then I remember seeing the blinding, beautiful white light for the last time, and boom, I was back in bed again. I was really scared. I was lying there asking myself, Did that just happen? Was I on the edge of death, with these two beings telling me my faith will make me whole?

I went to get up, and it was hard to get out of bed. I wasn’t walking well at that time. It was more like shuffling, as a ninety-year-old man might do. I had just had my sixty-third birthday. I shuffled off to the bathroom, where I put some water on my face and looked in the mirror. I didn’t look any better, I looked as bad as ever. So maybe that didn’t just happen. I thought, If I was healed, wouldn’t I look better? Maybe I was going crazy or hallucinating. Anyway, I went back to bed and fell asleep. In the morning, I heard my wife getting up. I lifted my head and said, Morning, Honey. She turned around, a look of shock on her face. I said, Is something the matter?

She said, "I was afraid to come over and touch you because I was afraid you were gone. I just thought for sure. We’re so close, and we