One evening, a couple of months ago, my wife complained of suddenly not feeling well before we went to bed. We prayed together, and the issue settled down. It seemed like no big deal. I fell asleep.
An hour later, I was wakened by barely audible pleas for help from the bathroom. The tone of her voice caused panic to sweep over me as I sprinted into help. When I found her, all strength was draining from her body and she was rapidly losing consciousness. I immediately spoke the truth out loud to keep her conscious and she was listening, but the onslaught of trouble was extremely aggressive.
Within moments, she appeared gone, a blank empty stare in her eyes, her body propped up by me to keep her from falling to the floor. At first, I couldn’t believe what was happening. “No!” I yelled out loud. “You are not leaving me!” I put my hand to her chest, to her neck. There was nothing to feel.
Worst-case scenarios swept through my thinking rapid-fire. A loud inaudible voice from the medical community commanded, “This is when you call 911.” In a split second, the drama of taking such a step took full stage in my mental view. If I took time to call, I reasoned, I would have to put her on the cold tile floor. There was no way I was going to leave her in the urgency of the moment. By the time I got to a phone and waited for an ambulance to arrive, it could be too late. She needed help instantly. I understood the value of having the 911 option, but for me, at that moment, I felt the urgency of the situation required me to immediately, instantly, vehemently, and with 100% concentration, get focused on bringing my wife out of the mesmerism and heal her. There was not one second to squander.
I cleared my thought of distraction and turned to Christ with wide eyes and open ears, all the while holding my wife, motionless, in my arms. What did I need to see that would help? What enemy was at work in the background of thought trying to take my wife? …malicious animal magnetism… Malicious animal magnetism is a term used in Christian Science to signify the darkest, most evil, elements of the carnal mind that would want to destroy the good in our lives. It appears to be mindless, with no sensible reason, and often no warning. Terrorist attacks on innocent men, women and children in marketplaces, or schools, or theaters, are public examples of malicious animal magnetism at work. Terminal disease coming out of nowhere in people’s bodies is another example.
What I was seeing in my wife was a form. It is not logical, and often appears inexplicable. But when it happens, it can be dealt with and neutralized with the help of Christ.
I spoke spiritual truth out loud, forcefully, and with all the spiritual authority I could muster. I knew Kathy could hear me, even if she didn’t look like it. Jesus told his followers that they had power to cast out demons. I exercised this power the best I knew. I specifically counter-attacked any claims of malicious animal magnetism that came to my attention, and told them they had no place, power or presence in our home and over Kathy. I appealed to God’s allness, power and presence, declaring there was no other.
I was finding gradual peace within, but there was no response from Kathy. I felt like I was in the metaphysical battle of my life. Several minutes passed as I kept reaching out for more understanding of what truth needed to be seen.
I stopped a moment. I looked up, symbolically, to God. I was feeling a bit tense inside and worked up. Kathy was leaning in my arms, still motionless. Christ spoke to me and said, “Evan, everything you’ve just said is true. Now trust it.” My mental gears were whirring. I did trust it. I knew it was true, I affirmed. I knew Kathy was okay. I knew God was her life, alert, awake and present as ever. I knew evil had no power and could not take her life from her. I knew she was okay. She was okay. Right now! This moment!
I could accept all these truths without reservation, I knew. And I did, with total trust. The tension and residue of fear drained. Every last iota of strain and worry disappeared. I temporarily forgot about the physical scene before me, and was at whole-hearted peace with the truth.
Moments later, my thought came back to the physical situation, Kathy in my arms. There was no change. But it was different now. I wasn’t afraid. I knew she had no choice but to respond.
Moments later, her wrist twitched. I kept up a very active, forceful and verbal dialogue of spiritual truth, constantly encouraging Kathy to keep with it, to feel and know what was true, and come back. I was pointed and direct. Bit by bit, she came back. I did not relax my treatment or take anything for granted.
More progress was needed. I got her to bed. Still more progress was needed, as other aggressive symptoms tried to dominate. Each one was summarily dealt with and reversed. Finally, an hour later, we were cuddled together in bed. She put her arm around me and in a bare whisper said, “Thank you honey,” and then she fell into a deep sleep.
With those precious words, that I will never forget, I knew we were home free. A pent-up surge of emotions erupted from within that caught me by surprise. I could not muster words. My mouth was stuck, unsure what could possibly be said that equaled the blessing of the moment. And the monumental gratitude I felt burst out of my eyes in a torrent of tears. The battle had been won. Truth had triumphed! And I was humbly grateful for everything Christian Science had taught me to do in that time of need.
God is Life.