Anita Moorjani fought cancer for more than 4 years. Her body finally began shutting down, as her organs failed she entered into an extraordinary near-death experience where she realized the cause and origin of her disease. Upon regaining consciousness Anita’s condition improved like magic, getting discharged from the hospital within a few weeks. Hers is recorded in medical history as an extraordinary case. Here are some excerpt:
from her book on what caused her cancer, what causes disease in all of us and what is the solution:
As I said, the most frequent question people ask me is why I think I got Cancer. I can sum up the answer in one word: fear.
What was I afraid of? Just about everything, including failing, being disliked, letting people down, and not being good enough. I also feared illness, cancer in particular, as well as the treatment for cancer. I was afraid of living, and I was terrified of dying.
Fear is very subtle, and it can creep up gradually without our even noticing it. Looking back, I see that most of us are taught from a very young age to be afraid, although I don’t believe we’re born this way.
One of the things I believe is that we already are what we spend our lives trying to attain, but we just don’t realize it! We come into this life knowing our magnificence. I don’t know why, but the world seems to erode it as we start to grow up.
This starts subtly at first, with little anxieties such as not being liked or not being good enough perhaps, because we look different from our peers – may be we’re of another race, too tall, too short, too fat, or too thin. We want so much to fit in. I don’t recall ever being encouraged to be who I really was or to be true to myself, nor was I assured that it’s okay to be different. All I remember is that little niggling voice of disapproval that I continually heard in the back of my head.
I was a people pleaser and feared disapproval, regardless of the source. I bent over backward to avoid people thinking ill of me; and over the years, I lost myself in the process. I was completely disconnected from who I was or what I wanted because everything I did was designed to win approval – everyone’s except my own. In fact, in the years leading up to my cancer, if anyone had asked me what I wanted in life, I would have had to say that I really didn’t know. I was so wrapped up in cultural expectations, trying to be the person I was expected to be, that I really didn’t know what was important to me.
After my best friend, Soni and Danny’s brother-in-law were both diagnosed with cancer, I started to develop a deep fear of the disease. I felt that if it could strike them, it could strike anyone, so I began to do everything I could do keep from getting sick. However, the more I read about prevention, the more I felt I had reason to be afraid. It seemed to me that everything caused cancer. I read about how pathogens in the environment and food were carcinogenic. Microwaves, using plastic containers for food, eating anything with preservatives, using mobile phones – they all seemed to cause cancer. The list just wen on and on.
Slowly, I found myself terrified of both dying and living. It was almost as if I were being caged by my fears. My experience of life was getting smaller and smaller because to me, the world was a menacing place. And then I was diagnosed with cancer.
I went through the motions of doing everything I could, but in the back of my mind, I still believed that I wasn’t going to make it. And I was very, very scared of death.
The fact that researchers continually said they were “trying to find a cure for cancer” suggested to me that there was no known solution. This seemed to be an accepted fact, at least in the conventional medical world. Being told that conventional medicine was only option, even though that discipline admitted it had no cure, was enough to send a deep feeling of dread right through to my core. The word cancer in itself was enough to cause fear, and knowing the scientific shortcomings just endorsed the feeling that I was going to die.
I still tried to do everything I possibly could, but the illness seemed to be progressing and getting worse. Although most people I knew advised me against it, I opted for alternative healing because I felt that with conventional therapy, I was doomed from the start. Instead, I took up every other modality I knew of, and as I mentioned earlier, I quit my job and devoted l get my hands on about cancer, learning every possible connotation given to the disease. I worked on forgiveness therapy, and forgave everyone I knew – then for gave them again. I traveled through India and China, meeting Buddhist monks, Indian yogis, and enlightened masters, hoping that they would help me find answers that would lead to healing. I tried being vegan, meditating on mountaintops, yoga, Ayurveda, chakra balancing, Chinese herbal medicine, pranic healing and Chi Gong.
But despite all this, my cancer just kept getting worse. My mind was in a total state of confusion as I continued to lose myself further and further in different healing modalities, trying everything just to stay alive while my health continued to deteriorate. As I described earlier, my body eventually stopped absorbing nutrients, and my muscles wasted away until I couldn’t walk anymore. The wheelchair became my only form of mobility. My head hung from my neck like an oversized bowling ball, and I could not breathe without the portable oxygen tank that never left my side. When I slept, my husband stayed awake all night just to make sure I was still breathing. My mother helped look after me because I could not take care of myself. It was very difficult for all of us, and I could feel their pain in addition to my own.
I can’t even begin to describe the intensity of the terror I was experiencing day after day, as my body continued to deteriorate. I was hanging onto life by my fingernails. I attended spiritual healing groups and even was told that this was my choice. I also heard that the world is an illusion.
I became more frustrated and scared, wondering: Why would I choose this? How do I choose differently? If this is an illusion, why does it feel so real? If God listens to all prayers, why isn’t he listening to mine? I ‘d been trying so hard to do all the forgiving, cleansing, healing, praying, and meditating that I could. I just couldn’t understand why this was happening to me.
But when it finally became too difficult to hang on anymore, I let go. There was a total internal release. After cancer ravaging my body for more than four years, I was simply too weak to hold on…. So I surrendered. I was tired. I knew the next step would be death, and I’d finally reached the point where I welcomed it. Anything had to be better than this.
That’s when I went into the coma and my organs started to shut down. I knew nothing could be worse that what my family and I were going through. And so I began plunging toward death.
The realm I experience when my body shut down allowed me to see my own magnificence, undistorted by fear. I became aware of the greater power I had access to.
When I relinquished my hold on physical life, I didn’t feel I needed to do anything in particular to enter the other realm, such as pray, chant, use mantras, forgiveness or any other technique. Moving on was closer to doing absolutely nothing. It seemed more like saying to no one in particular. “Okay, I have nothing more to give. I surrender. Take me. Do what you will with me. Have your way.”
While I was in that state of clarity in the other realm, I instinctively understood that I was dying because of all my fears. I wasn’t expressing my true self because my worries were preventing me from doing so. I understood that the cancer wasn’t a punishment or anything like that. It was just my own energy, manifesting as cancer because my fears weren’t allowing me to express myself as the magnificent force I was meant to be.
In that expansive state, I realized how harshly I’d treated myself and judged myself throughout my life. There was nobody punishing me. I finally understood that it was me I hadn’t forgiven, not other people. I was the one who was judging me, whom I’d forsaken, and whom I didn’t love enough. It had nothing to do with anyone else. I saw myself as a beautiful child of the universe. Just the fact that I existed made me deserving of unconditional love. I realized that I didn’t need to do anything to deserve this – not pray, nor beg, nor anything else. I saw that I’d never loved myself, valued myself or seen the beauty of my own soul. Although the unconditional magnificence was always there for me, it felt as though physical life had somehow filtered it out or even eroded it away.
This understanding made me realize that I no longer had anything to fear. I saw what I —-what all of us— have access to. And so I made one powerful choice: to come back. That decision, made from that awakened state, was the single most powerful driving force in my return. Once I woke up again in my body, I knew that every single cell would respond to the decision to come back, so I knew I was going to be fine.
Back in my physical self in the hospital, I understood that everything after that – all the tests, biopsies, and drugs – was being done to satisfy everyone around me. Although a lot of it was extremely painful, I knew that I’d be fine. My magnificent, infinite self-had decided to continue to live and express through this body, so nothing in this world could affect the decision.
I want to clarify that my healing wasn’t so much born from a shift in my state of mind or beliefs as it was from finally allowing my true spirit to shine through. Many have asked me if something like positive caused my recovery, and the answer is no. The state I was in during my NDE was way beyond the mind, and I healed because my damaging thoughts were simply out of the way completely. I was not in a state of thinking, but a state of being. It was pure consciousness – what I call magnificence! This state of oneness transcends duality. I was able to get in touch with who I truly am, the part of me that’s eternal, infinite, and encompass the whole. This definitely wasn’t a case of mind over matter.
I don’t advocate that if we “believe” a certain way, we’ll eliminate disease or create an ideal life. That can sometimes be too simplistic. Instead, I am more focused on self-awareness, which is different. Becoming entrenched in beliefs that no longer serve us can keep us locked in a state of duality and put us in a constant state of judgment. What we endorse is considered “good” or “positive”, and what we don’t believe in is not.
This also puts us in the position of needing to defend our beliefs when others don’t agree. And when we invest too much of our energy in defense, we become reluctant to let go, even when ideas no longer serve us. That’s when our beliefs start to own us instead of the other was around.
Having awareness, on the other hand, just means realizing what exists and what’s possible – without judgment. Awareness doesn’t need defending. It expands with growth and can be all-encompassing, bringing us closer to the state of Oneness. This is where miracles take place. In contrast, beliefs only allow what we deem credible while keeping out everything else.
So no, it wasn’t my beliefs that caused me to heal. My NDE was a state of pure awareness, which is a state of complete suspension of all previously held doctrine and dogma. This allowed my body to “reset” itself. In other words, an absence of belief was required for my healing.
In the moment that I completely let go of my strong desire to stay alive, I experienced death. And in dying, I realized that it wasn’t my time. When I was willing to let go of what I wanted, I received what was truly mine. I have realized that the latter is always the greater gift.
Since my NDE, I have learned that strongly held ideologies actually work against me. Needing to operate out of concrete beliefs limits my experiences because it keeps me within the realm of only what I know – and my knowledge is limited. And if I restrict myself to only what I am able to conceive, I am holding back my potential and what I allow into my life. However, if I can accept that my understanding is incomplete, and if I am able to be comfortable with uncertainty, this opens me up to the realm of infinite possibilities.
I have found that subsequent to my NDE, I am at my strongest when I am able to let go, when I suspend my beliefs as well as disbelief, and leave myself open to all possibilities. That also seems to be when I am able to experience the most internal clarity and synchronicities. My sense is that the very act of needing certainty is a hindrance to experiencing greater levels of awareness. In contrast, the process of letting go and releasing all attachment to any belief or outcome is cathartic and healing. The dichotomy is that for true healing to occur, I must let go of the need to be healed and just enjoy and trust in the ride that is life.
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