The Big Healing

Preface

THIS BOOK COMPRISES chapters 1–12 of The Story of Life’s forty-two (SOL; McKeon 2022). We abridged the preface, introduction, and chapters 11–12; other edits are typographical. The idea is to present my two middle daughters’ and my testimony in a shorter, more accessible and readable book. It’s a revelatory tale, not reasoned, researched, or imagined. A result of real-time conversations with God (henceforth, Mina);¹ the so-called angels Gabriel, Lucifer, Michael, and others;² Jesus; Sun-myung Moon;³ Buddha; Muhammad; Abraham; Zoroaster, and many more; plus family, friends, and others living in spirit world,⁴ the real and surprisingly simple nature of which you’ll read here (and in detail in SOL).

What you’ll read is revelation in that spirit persons conveyed it but, using a modality we call energy testing (CH. 12), we still had to get out of our own heads just to range through the possibilities and then ask. So, this book is also learned knowledge. Part i, The Big Event, narrates our extraordinary first two days and the weeklong circumstances leading up to it, the universal transformation it sparked, some of what we learned, and its effect on us. We found out the hard way that an extrapolation may logically and consistently follow a revelation with eminent sense, but isn’t necessarily true at all. Therefore, what you will not read in this book are our own inferences, opinions, and beliefs masquerading as revelation. Rather, we analyze and interpret in concert with Mina and other relevant spirit persons.

The genesis of this book was our, perhaps naïve, desire to know The Truth. We couldn’t foresee that things we thought firmly rooted and plainly sensible were not true while others we never even imagined were. I joke about my jaw-hitting-the-floor comedy routine, but our schooling was anything but a barrel of laughs. The answers profoundly shocked us. My daughters took it mostly in stride with the aplomb, I suppose, that befits their jaded millennial youth. I felt the ground quake beneath my Judeo-Christian feet. Questions— disbelief!—poured out of me, occasionally accompanied by my children’s exaggerated eyes to the heavens.

You have to think like Captain Jack Sparrow, Dad, my girls, in all gravity, urged in mopier moments.

I wasn’t even sure what that meant. Isn’t he a drunkard?

Eye rolls.

Having less baggage to jettison, they thought I should more easily flush away decades of faith, learning, and enculturation instead of hammering the same questions from every angle to assure belief we were talking with the Creator, not to mention everyone else, and to reconcile what they were saying with what we thought we knew. Well . . . we had a lot of fun, too. Mina, the ‘angels,’ and family and friends in spirit world are for the most part wonderful, kind, considerate, happy, and caring people. But what they had to say was ofttimes dry gravel down our gullet. We couldn’t just ignore their testimony, though—weren’t we interrogating them?—especially when we’d reason it through and find no substantive chinks.

Our revelation-and-response comes on the heels of my sixty-year trek through Christianity (my daughters, since birth), forty some years of it caught up in varying degrees with Rev. Sun-myung Moon’s deep spirituality and his vapidly chaotic Unification Church.⁵ But right from this story’s October 2017 beginning we found only loving, embracing energy, logical consistency, common sense, simplicity, hope, and above all, liberation. Our feelings upon release from millennia of human delusion and fatuous complexity felt like draining a dirty bathtub.

You’ll see how this amazing opportunity appeared not through grace, benevolence, providential timing, holier than thou-ness, the Call, or some mystical lottery but simply from our curious, out-of-the-box thinking unbounded by religion and philosophy’s blinders. We rang and Mina answered. So, too, with you if you learn energy testing, which introduction you’ll find in PART II. Then, you can verify our story for yourself.

The Story of Life is an axial moment challenging socioculture’s norms. We aren’t that axial moment, it’s God—well, Mina. We are, let’s say, his cogitative messengers. In addition to moneymaking and volunteer professions, I’ve been a missionary, minister, pastor, and military/law enforcement chaplain all my adult life. Yet, here I am having found religion, faith, philosophy (except its critical reasoning toolset) and its subset theology⁶ all largely albeit not entirely, as you’ll see, faulty; illusion if not delusion.

We encountered our revelations a typical, oft fractious American family only to find ourselves a more healed team. I penned this book, but couldn’t have done it without my two middle daughters. Their ability to intuit, sense energies, feel spirit persons’ emotions like body language, utilize clair senses, grasp concepts I stumbled over, figure out better questions when I’d driven myself into a ditch, be a compass when I’d get lost, and validate what, on my own, I certainly could have only doubted, was invaluable. Thank you, girls, for your help as I wrote The Story of Life, especially our wonderful experiences at Wild Flower Lane discovering its beginnings. It immensely challenged us. We got on each other’s nerves. Dug up the rawest emotions. Flayed our hearts. At times, put us to tears. We shared the foxhole. I’m proud of you both.

Subscripted endnotes (example52) and superscripted footnotes (example⁷⁸) are citations and discussion containing clarifications and pertinent information. Using hyperlinks, cross-references to footnotes [endnotes] use the format FN[EN]:note#. References directing you to another [chapter]section use the format [ch.#]§#, sometimes prepended by chapter-name for clarity. Important note: where this book cross-references a passage from The Story of Life (which seems better left in than out of this book), the reference is prefixed by SOL so you’re pointed to the correct book.

Dialogue is verbatim when it really stuck in our minds or we wrote it down, otherwise it’s the speaker’s approved paraphrasing. Double quotes indicate spirit person dialogue, or as noted. ‘Single quotes’ and italics indicate phrasing and emphasis. Italics also indicate energy-test responses like yes, no, maybe, and other words or phrases (SoL CH. 41:623). In a citation, io and ia means italics original or added, respectively.

Regarding eBooks, Mina’s caveat is that electronics (electricity, generally) disrupt spiritual ‘energy’ such as chakras, reducing spiritual awareness, intuition, and ability to cognize this content.

Thank you for acting on your curiosity, interest, or intuition to consider this material. Just reading it broadens humanity’s awareness of the universe in which we live and, in so doing, promotes healing. In your own way you’re contributing to reducing pain and suffering, which seeds a better future.

Christopher McKeon

Southwest Colorado, USA

July 2024

Introduction

OUR STORY IS the tale of how the walking disaster that’s life—which we’re all just trying to grin and bear our way through to its Wagnerian finale—did a one-eighty October 13, 2017; what changed that day and how, some of why life sucks, how it actually is, and how it all affects you. Details in The Story of Life (SoL).

Dad, my daughter El said in deadly earnest on the heels of my yes to writing Mina’s book, "make absolutely sure you tell them this is totally not a new religion or any kind of dumb philosophy."

Palms out, I said, Okay, I promise.

That they don’t have to listen to it, or worship anything, or—

Yes, of course I will, sweetie.

"Because people are totally, absolutely free."

El, I got you.

I’m just saying, Dad. Her eyes toyed with a roll. "Cuz that’s the last thing we need!" A strong Yes! from Mina (God).⁷

Our tale is simply the story of life. Not how we’d like it to be in our happiest fantasies or self-loathing expiatory flagellations, but how it really is. You might feel a profound feeling of free. Liberated.

Released. Empowered. Relieved. You might surprise yourself to encounter a natural capacity for love and acceptance you never seriously imagined in actuality existed.

That’s what’s in it for you. And you needn’t do a single just-change-yourself-this-or-that-way thing to experience it. Relax and consider fairly this story of life. It will happen naturally. That’s how it went for us, anyhow; at least even odds for you, too.

Taking on existential reality is like growing up where we need come to grips not only with the world as it is instead of how we thought it should be till it punched us in the mouth, but with our parents too as they really are and the world they constructed for us throughout our childhood as it really is. The six stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, wring-and repeat—are how we traverse this inescapable demand of life; it keeps psychiatrists in business anyway. We all follow this trajectory. Some wallow or restart if-then-else loops or lurch through to the promised land only to bang into the ongoing confusion, faith, hope, belief, or delusion of an uncertain world while hoping, praying, and striving to make it through to death with some semblance of happiness toward a brighter deceased tomorrow. Like all merry-go-rounds, it can dizzily spin one into puking or entirely off into the weeds.

Wouldn’t it be convenient just to get off? You do that by understanding what’s really going on to gain a clear awareness of where you stand as a physically alive person in the larger universe. We’ve never reliably been able to do that, hence all our competing revelations, theologies, and philosophies. Now we can. For that, we introduce energy testing (ET; CH. 12 § 1.2.1.3), a reproducible physiological method for getting the real skinny from the horse’s mouth. You can do exactly what we did: discover energy testing; then through your own visceral, physiological experience decide if you’re actually feeling the spiritual energy of Mina, ‘angels’ (spirit-born humans), family, friends, or others in spirit world answering your questions; and finally, follow up the answers your queries deliver.

All this may quite naturally concern the religious or philosophical. If it makes you feel any better, it challenged us on all counts, too. The reaction is natural though not inevitable, and is certainly amenable. Before judging, consider: fallacious, religion and philosophy certainly are; but rubbish, ‘God’ and rationality absolutely are not. ‘God’ is real. Not deitic or divine nor magical but a human person; it’s how we come to be human. Via principles of reality that SoL describes, he created this universe for us to live in absolutely, unconditionally, and unequivocally free. Not free within reason, or as a duty, under law, responsibly, morally bounded, or so long as we keep it on the straight and narrow thus on the road to judgment and punishment if we don’t, but utterly, perfectly, ajudgmentally free. This book is just an introduction. The Story of Life provokes you to wrap your head seriously around the concept of free. You might find it less easy than maybe it ought to be.

So, turn the page to The Big Event and discover our October surprise. Then in PART II a bit about what came afterward and energy testing as a means to interact with spirit persons. If our story grabs you, check out The Story of Life for the whole enchilada. Discover how you can spin this wheel yourself so that instead of having only faith or hope this book isn’t pulling your leg, you come away with knowledge and liberation that, indeed, it’s not.

Part I The Big Event

1

All Shook Up

Thursday October 12, 2017 ca. 5 pm

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f all the days in all the months in all the year, Friday the 13th just had to be the day the world as it was all sort of just blew up in our face. My two daughters and I . . .well, we quite lit the fuse when, about sixteen hours before that cool October morning, we’d tramped through the garage door of our woodsy rural log cabin home following an afternoon of errands and posed a simple question. Atop a wild, spiritually hectic week culminating in our long afternoon in the car talking over God, ancestry, life, and surprises from dear dead friends, my two-days-eighteen daughter El froze mid-step in our living room and blurted, "Creator,⁸ do you have a family?"

And he answered.

We all three traded surprised eyes at the yes response. She was on a roll. Do you have a wife?

Yes.

Do you have children, not just us?

Yes.

She paused a few seconds, thinking through the logic. "Do you have a mother?"

Yes!

While I jacked my jaw up off the floor, she looked at me. "Dad, I can literally feel his joy that we’ve just discovered this! He’s really happy! Can we meet her? she added, not to me. Can we talk to her?"

At which point El swiveled to her right, face and eyes cranking upward as though at a much taller person. Her expression transformed, aglow with delight and excitement. A smile burst across her cheeks as her hands flew to her heart. She sucked her breath.

"Hi, Mother!" Yeah. I gawped, too.

Even a wizened skeptic like me could tell my younger daughter was having a moment, an experience, a—well, a revelation. Chills, tingles, and heat shivered me timbers stem to stern. Energy and pleasure radiated from El. I could see her gleam. There was no mistaking her profound joy and rapture. We, too, felt the presence of ‘Mother’ fiercely blazing with happy excitement. Communicating. In our home. To us. Who were aware of her. My older daughter and resident spiritualist Ayako, now two days from her twenty-first year, twisted round a blue-upholstered, high-backed dining chair and plopped into it facing El with a knowing curiosity, feeling all the energy we were experiencing and more. We incessantly questioned Mother and Mina—‘God’ (FN 1:I)—into the night; you’ll encounter it all here and in The Story of Life (SOL; McKeon 2022).

That wasn’t even the really exciting part. But before we got to that, our curiosity slanted us through some scary hours later in the night that left my exuberant daughters tearful and terrified, and me wondering just what can of worms we’d pulled the pop-top on. For now, though, we enthusiastically pushed our envelope of reality and the eye-popping responses snowballed. A lifelong

Irish Roman Catholic, Protestant Christian, Unificationist,⁹ and now post-Unificationist, it soon registered that my worldview, my lifeview, was in some real distress here. Stuff needed clarifying if not a little unmitigated arguing. Yet, for all that, Mina’s answers were coherent, consistent, and sensible. Only good, loving, calm but excited energy bathed the room. With that, it seemed as wise a time as any to get down to the suddenly apropos nitty-gritty.

I said, Creator, is the Bible true?

No.

I pulled a hard breath, astonished, though as a graduate of divinity school maybe not all that surprised. Even so, a linchpin of my lifeview clattered to the wide-planked floor.

What about the New Testament? Is Jesus’ teaching in that true?

Dad, he said—

No.

"All of it?" I gave my girls each a once over, but if you could wear a body shrug like a pantsuit, they were. Kids, I thought. Always jaunty at the start of a march across somebody else’s Bataan.

No.

So, some of it, then, is true.

Yes.

How ‘bout Jesus, El said, is he a real person?

Yes.

Well, that was a relief. I think. Anyhow, the girls looked copacetic. We quizzed Mina on this topic awhile until, inevitably, it led to the issue most pressing me.

"Is Rev. Moon’s teaching in Divine Principle true?"¹⁰

I mean, I’d largely bet the farm on it in 1981.

No.

My ribs fell in. There went another linchpin. I let out a wheeze like I’d just downed a shot of two-hundred proof. Bleary eyes landed on each daughter, but saw in them none of my own jolt.

Jeez, girls, I yawped, that’s my lifeview purt’ near forty years! Ever sassy, Ayako said, Welcome to the next wave, Dad.

Unlike Jesus, I knew Sun-myung (he eschews titles, now). His theologically ultra-modern Divine Principle was more real to me than worn out, foggy old Christianity, its grand morsels of wisdom and Jesus notwithstanding. Sure, Divine Principle reposed upon the biblical witness, but to me it more sensibly elucidated its core truths. It underwrote the full scale of my adult life. I might be perennially at war with Sun-myung’s pigheaded church institution but not his Divine Principle, not by any stretch.

I said, "All of it?"

I had to ask because, like everyone in spirit world communicating with a non-conversational medium¹¹ in the physical world, Mina must needs be literal in our mode of communication. Absent face-to-face or even voice-to-voice, it’s nigh impossible to gauge what a person means by words alone. Consider how the misunderstanding curve rises proportionally to one’s metaphorical distance from the speaker. Words (rooting in shared definitions) need convey precisely what’s meant. It’s a tough row to hoe for humans, wedded as we are to contextual word play. You might think Mina could simply know our thoughts, but that creates complications of its own that SoL tackles. What it boils down to, Ayako pointed out, is that we had to formulate our questions thoughtfully into unambiguous inquiries and confirmations that backed up our responses.

No, Mina answered me through El.

Huh. Once again, only some of my lifeview was true. Was that good? Who could know. As with the Bible, I could only wonder, which freaking part? The Divine Principle is a weighty vade mecum in its own right. Being young, unformed, and like many in their generation rejecting religion generally though not God specifically, my daughters looked okay—my eldest like an old soul hearing something she’d long suspected and her kid sister charmed in high cotton— but my cosmology was melting apart like Icarus’ wishful wax job. This conversation was sweeping away a lifetime of hard-won truths, from the nature of the universe and God to Jesus and Sun-myung’s messianism and the spiritual verity and providential histories that went with them (likewise with all religions), not to mention what I’d sacrificed—wasted?—for it all. My head was spinning. I was anything but okay. But dammitall if that would throttle my interest; perish the thought. Come hell or high water, I’m nothing if not the cat tempting curiosity.

By and by, we worked our way to the crux of the Abrahamic religions: the Fall of Man. Original sin territory and their raison d’être. After some unexpected and perplexing responses from Mina, we needed to get a few things straight.

I said, Are you saying the Fall never happened?

Yes.

So… dittoed El, finally sounding a tad betrayed, "there was no Fall of Man?"

No.

Satan never persuaded Eve to eat the ‘fruit’? she continued. Lucifer never fell—never had a wrong sexual relationship with Eve like Rev. Moon said? People never tried to be God and ‘fell’ from grace or perfection, or whatever?1

No, no, no.

Well, said I, fuuu—!

No.

Ayako shifted round to me with disapprobation. That ‘no’ means negative energy resonates, Dad.

Great.

After more give-and-take—during which Mina recast ‘the Fall’ as The Corruption in which humans self-manifested our selfish, harmful world and self-alienated ourselves from God (I mean, Mina) without any help from anybody, including our evolutionarily leftover, full-blown-batty reptile brain—El perceptively said, Wait. Are Adam and Eve even real people who actually lived?

No.

Ayako and El traded stares. It seemed their own lifeviews were at last meeting some unexpected renovation. About time.

I choked. Um, they don’t exist?

No. They don’t exist.

Then, is Satan a real being, a fallen angel, or . . . whatever?

No. No . . . no.

Wait, wait. Just. Wait. I needed a minute to think.

El didn’t. "You mean Satan doesn’t even exist? There’s no devil, no evil force or being that—"

No, no.

So, no war in heaven, she went on in obvious offense, practically ticking through Revelations (12:7–9) on her fingers and giving me, her ministerial, semi-Bible-thumping father a flinty eye, "no angel rebellion, no beings cast down to earth, no ancient good vers—none of these stories religion taught us are true?"

No. Sorry.

El blew off a heavy breath, threw up her hands, and tromped in a circle. Oaths welled up in my brain so fast they had to take a number.

A little hostile, I said, What about Darwin, then?

Not Darwin, Dad, said Ayako, ever the schoolteacher, "Darwinism. Unless you mean the guy, you’re talking natural selection."

Uh, sure . . . but is he—it—true?

No.

What? But then—?

"So, evolution is wrong?" said El.

Yes.

All of it? I added, pretty much expecting the obvious.

No.

Yep. Here we go again. "So, basically, everybody’s explanation for humanity’s existence and miserable condition is total bullshit?"

Dad . . .

False?

Maybe…yes.

Ayako said, "Remember, Dad, he said not every single thing."

Yeah, but everybody’s?

Like, all religions and philosophies? El said plainly.

Yes.

She let out a low, gruff whistle. "Waaah—when your whole existence is just a fat lie."

So, Islam, too? I said. And Buddhism, Confucianism, Hinduism, Animism—

Yes, yes, ye—

Ayako gave me an eye. He said all religions, Dad. Come on.

Yes.

I’m just being thorough. And not taking sides, I didn’t say.

No.

El barked a