Hoped for Healing at Weeklong Retreat Ends with Flu and Pneumonia
I want to share how February unfolded for me and my husband Sharbel. We were excited to be attending Dr. Joe Dispenza’s weeklong retreat from February 10 – 16. My husband fell ill with fever and some kind of virus two days before the event started. With the help of some homeopathic flu remedy that we bought at Whole Foods, he managed to push through it. Nothing was going to stop him from attending this event in Indian Wells, CA, just two hours north from where we live. We had been so looking forward to it for several months and religiously reviewing Dr. Joe’s Progressive Online Course that was required before attending. To get a sense of the event and what we experienced, click on the video below.
On Saturday, the day before the end of the retreat, I received what’s called a “coherence healing” from six attendees at the event who formed a circle around me as I lay on the floor for what seemed like a relatively brief time. There was a big ballroom filled with many other “healers” and “healees” simultaneously giving and receiving “coherence healings.”
I had begun coughing earlier that day and was looking forward to possible relief. I felt some breezes blowing over and around me while on the floor, but not much more. Those who had been sending me love from their hearts and healing from their hands were all hoping for some kind of healing miracle for me, but, alas, I felt exactly the same after the healing ended.
That night, I started running a fever and could not attend any events the following day. I was in bed, under the covers, and very out of it. I hardly recall the ride home through the steep mountain roads. I was not much better a few days later and still had a high fever. By the end of the week, I went to see a doctor who told me I had an almost 104-degree fever. I tested positive for Influenza-A and a chest X-ray revealed that I also had pneumonia.
A round of antibiotics helped pull me out of the very bottomless pit I felt I was in. This combination of flu and pneumonia laid me very low. My cough was very bad and it took almost two months to get back to any reasonable semblance of health. A number of people at the event also tested positive for Influenza-A or were very sick for a few weeks. It was a kind of eerie foreshadowing of the pandemic to come.
While hunkered down on the couch with a fleece throw over me, I was watching the news of what was unfolding all over the world. I was actually quite grateful that I had gotten sick and seen a doctor before the surge of COVID-19 patients began showing up at medical centers and hospitals around the United States.
When I was feeling so sick, I felt numb to my own life. It was just about making it through to the next day. One day when the doorbell rang, it was hard for me to even get up and answer it. Happily, the florist delivered a large bouquet of beautiful white roses amidst other fragrant flowers. My husband’s office wanted to extend good wishes for my recovery. The flowers were a beautiful blessing and an oasis in the midst of a desert of illness.
Happily, the florist delivered a large bouquet of beautiful white roses amidst other fragrant flowers. Photo by Donna El Haber, 2020. All rights reserved.