return to the Parvati benefit subdirectory return to site directory h-o-m-e On this page, Jeannine Parvati speaks out with a new poem, a wish list, and request for testimonials that speak of her life's path of service in grounded and specific detail.   CALL FOR TESTIMONIALS Would you be willing to write a letter that informs the Liver  Transplant Team about my life of community service? Please be as specific as you can how your life was affected by mine. Cite the location(s), circumstance(s), and your credentials. If you are an author, hold pulbic office or are on any board of directors, make sure to mention that. Remember that you are writing to a very conservative medical board. Ask the Transplant Team to place your letter in my file. Please send me a copy @ 10 NORTH STATE ST., JOSEPH UT 84739 USA, keep a copy for your records and send your original to: LIVER TRANSPLANT TEAM 324 Tenth Ave Suite #24 Salt Lake City UT 84143 ************************************************* No Wonder Copyright by Jeannine Parvati Baker 2005 No wonder I am confused. Continue to “Eat healthy and exercise”, says the liver specialist, quick to add, “Though I am not God, you have about 6 months before you enter the next level of liver failure”. Not mistake him for God? No worries. I know the difference between one who holds the power to choose whether I live or not - and the One who is All that ever was, will be and always is present right now. The same doctor tells me that “There aren’t enough livers” so I must first get a lot sicker before I achieve transplant listing. The MELD Score must indicate that I am approaching the end stages of dying, beyond the simple liver failure I already suffer. Was I given a compliment for healthy management of a life-threatening illness -- or was I just placed on the medical death row I never knew existed? No wonder that I confuse myself. I love duality and the ironic dimension especially the paradox of my own mortality.   Neither “good news or “bad”, it just is, what it is. If I eat any salt my serum sodium levels fall as my belly swells and I get closer to being listed. Then I wait until a timely transplant saves my life. The LDS Hospital is in SALT Lake City -- how metaphorically perfect. . If I drink too much tea or water, my potassium levels disturb the white robed ones who read blood like tea leaves, divining the stories of ever-changing human health and disease.   But if I let nature have its way with me, the uninvited denizens named HCV will likely keep thriving as their gracious, yielding hostess declines. Yet if I focus all activities, meditations and intentions on getting well, I delay the all vital listing for a new liver. How could I not love the convoluted mystery of this Underworld journey into the Unknown? How could I not hate the labyrinth where my soul wanders in despair, lost in self-pity, possibility and a gnawing dread? I want to tear open my skin and shake my liver until the viruses fall out. I want a miracle. Abandoning hope I’ve deepened my faith. I will live and then I will die -- this much I know. “When and “how” will be revealed by the One, the BreathMaker, in Whom I trust. No wonder life is so precious for death is all too common. To really live, is to accept that one heartbeat away from now, I may not be. Confusion will give way to surrender. Long have I’ve celebrated the purpose of my life. I am here to love. Upon return to heavenly headquarters I pray that I can report, “Mission accomplished”. I’ve hung on the hook in the lowest region of hell and ascended smiling ready to fly around the planet being the BirthKeeper the Earth needs now. I’ve been betrayed yet also feted: Roasted and honored by those who I intimidate and those that I calm. I’ve inspired and infuriated, hoarded and shared, hid and revealed, and oh! How I have loved! Enemies have become friends and friends have become enemies. I’m invited to speak and then told to shut up. Wealth is mine, then I’m poor again. Generosity contracts into scarcity and fear. I’ve been plagiarized and quoted, heard rumors about me that make me cry -- or laugh. -- while the Goddesses just sigh. I’ve given birth six times without much pain yet have hurt over and again raising a family. My children are my greatest challenge and most cherished joy. I’ve been cursed and blessed to have them in my life. Grandchildren magnify the ecstasy of my evolution. I sense that I’m closer to answering my central question -- How much ecstasy can I stand? I am rapidly learning now. Not being done yet, I still wonder and witness this last adventure before I stand one doorway away from liberation. When I have peeked into that room through the years, it was empty. Now when the last room is glimpsed, shapes of beloveds from the past are forming, outlines of the welcome to be received by those who have embraced the inevitable. I now sense the shades of the new beloveds I have yet to meet. No wonder I am already free. Joseph Utah 15 April 2005 ************************************************************************* Jeannine Parvati  - WISH LIST - Begun April 15, 2005 (Please call me @ 435.527.3738 if you can fulfill any of these wishes. FAX machine CANDLES (beeswax, hemp or soy) LAPTOP (used is fine (just with a MS Word Professional Office    and latest MsWindows) JUICER (quality -- stainless steel) TREES (planted here) FISH POND (installed) DRIP IRRIGATION System PORCH (so I can sit outside in some shade close to the door as I am unable to walk very far. (installed) CELLULAR PHONE FRAME for the TRIPLE GODDESS (to hang in the Hygieia House) MOTHER’S MILK (from Milk Bank - I already have the medical permission   and just need the money or someone to order if for me. I am also unable   to digest food/retain energy) This list is in progress -- it is bold, I know -- yet these are the  things that most likely already would be here. (With a couple of year’s worth of work, I would have saved enough for it). As you know, I haven’t been  able to travel or work much from bed. Any financial help you can send is humbly accepted, too. THANK YOU SO MUCH for sharing this with your friends and e-lists.   Blessed Be & Blessed Do, Jeannine Parvati Baker BIRTHKEEPER http://www.birthkeeper.com http://www.freestone.org HYGIEIA HOUSE 10 N. State St. Joseph UT 84739 USA (435) 527-3738