The INFJ Revolution: Reclaim Your Power, Live Your Purpose, Heal the World by Lauren Sapala

Author:Lauren Sapala [Sapala, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

INFJs and the Biofield: We Are Intuitive Healers AND Wireless Receivers

In March of 2017 I was sitting in a hospital room in Ann Arbor, Michigan watching my dad as he passed in and out of unconsciousness. He’d been diagnosed with a brain tumor the year before and his decline had been rapid and brutal. He’d been a workaholic surgeon in New York City and had gone, literally, from performing surgery one day to being hospitalized himself the next. It was now 11 months after his initial diagnosis and I’d flown in from California the night before when he was admitted back into the hospital. He was in septic shock and it wasn’t clear how long he had left.

My brother had dropped me off at the hospital earlier and then gone to get something to eat. He’d been living with my dad for the past year and been his primary caretaker, so I knew he needed the break. Now, it was only me and a friend of one of my uncles, a guy named Tom, who sat watching my dad toss and turn as we made small talk with the nurses who came in and out of the room to check his vital signs. As we sat and waited, for what we didn’t yet know, we also talked between ourselves.

“You know, I remember the funniest story about your grandfather,” Tom said. “I’m not sure why it’s coming to me now, but it’s something I’ll never forget.”

With that, Tom began to tell me his funny story that really wasn’t funny at all. When he said “funny” he didn’t mean humorous, but funny in the way that odd and strange things are, things for which you have no explanation and so, as Stephen King says, you just kind of pop them into an open file in your mind and only think about them from time to time, never quite coming to a conclusion about what they mean.

It was the middle of the 1970s, maybe 1975 or 1976, Tom thought, and he had been with my grandfather and my uncle in New York City. My grandfather had also been a surgeon, like my father, although at that time my dad was still finishing up his residency in Detroit. Tom and my uncle and my grandfather had been walking down an extremely crowded sidewalk at a fast clip. Tom said people were streaming by them, so fast they seemed to go by in a blur. But then suddenly my grandfather stopped. He froze in his tracks and then turned to look at a woman who had just passed. “One minute,” he said to Tom and my uncle, and then he walked quickly toward the woman to catch up with her.

“Well, we didn’t know what was going on,” Tom told me. My grandfather and this woman sat down on a stoop, on the steps of an apartment building. “They talked intensely for about 15 minutes,” Tom said. “Then they both got up again and she shook his hand and was just beaming, and then she went on her way.

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