It all began in the summer of 2018.

I had a chest X-ray in June and everything came back normal. No visible signs of anything out of the ordinary going on in my lungs. Out of nowhere, I started coughing a lot. I wasn’t sick. Or was I?  My doctor tried everything they normally try. I was really coughing and choking a lot, wheezing, deep lung gurgles, inhalers weren’t working.

One midnight I was really struggling to breathe. My husband took me to the ER because I could not breathe. I was really scared. I spent the next 3 days in the hospital coughing up what seemed like quarts of stuff. I felt sorry for others in the hospital who had to listen to me struggle through those days.

It should be said that this was the worst ever season in the 30 years we lived in Mount Shasta. In fact, I had never been through a wildfire season – ever. There were wildfires everywhere all around us. Through that wildfire season it was months of smoke and new fires starting without end. Looking back on it all, I should have left the area, and I had no idea where I would go. California was on fire!

I stayed inside our house with air purifiers going in every room and did my best to breathe. One day orange ash was falling from the sky, landing on my head. So, in November, after two CT scans three months a part, I was told there was something seriously going on in my lungs. Doctor said I could not fly. My oxygen levels were too low, and that I needed to get out of the area (aka wildfires everywhere.) We traveled by car to Southern California, Encinitas. When we returned home, I consulted a pulmonologist who told me, he thought what was going on with me was from early childhood in Minnesota. That didn’t feel right to me because until now I never had such severity of difficulties breathing.

Fast forward. It was almost one year of struggling to breathe, and catch my breath, giving myself breathing treatments with a nebulizer three or 4 times a day, sleeping with oxygen at night, trying to sleep with my head and back raised so I could breathe easier.

Sitting at the nebulizer as I did those many times a day, I did something different this day. I remember this day because I wrote it down: “2-19-19” and heard the words, “Breathe I AM.” I decided to focus my attention on feeling my Higher Self helping me, wrapping Its arms around me from behind so all parts of my lungs – my sides and my back and front were being bathed in healing Light during the nebulizer treatment.

I kept my little note about “Breathe I AM” next to the nebulizer reminding me to invite my Higher Self to my healing with every breathing treatment from then on.

And so it was almost a year to the day when I started having serious respiratory difficulties, that I heard myself say out loud, “I am ready for this whole respiratory struggle to be done now.”

I did not second guess the words. I said nothing. And, I felt deep peace and power as the words filled me. That day all the wheezing, the coughing up of junk, the gurgles during the night – all stopped. Just like that! Out of the blue! I even cancelled my one-year pulmonologist appointment because I felt so well.

And so it happened with me that day – a Magnificence of Healing!