Each of us had a unique relationship with Thomas. Mine was working with his body (massage/medicine) for over 10 years as I was a public health RN and (HHP) massage therapist/energy worker, and he was initially a client. After our professional relationship ended, I would go to his house to help him when he was sick, feverish, or in pain. He gave me the honor of letting me help him, so that was never taken for granted. We seldom talked about me, and the Presence which lived in him as a Soul always reminded me to be respectful, not familiar. My focus was giving him comfort, relaxation, and energy — so he could move again in the areas with people where he needed to be. He once told me he thought of me as his “sister.”
On one occasion I was worried about my twin brother, a famous MD, who still works 60 hours a week. I was concerned about his health, so I asked Thomas about him. Thomas would listen very carefully — his full attention would be on you and your words, and then he’d get very quiet. His answer was full of Truth, wisdom, and detachment, which is what I needed particularly at that moment. This words brought a life change in my attitude, freed my mind, and gave me strength and clarity so I could move ahead loving my brother whatever path he choose.
In the last few months of Thomas’ being in Cardiff, on one visit I saw his leg had cellulitis — red, swollen, very infected, I was horrified, especially as he said it "wasn't responding to antibiotics,” which made me think he might shortly die of septicemia. That night for hours I prayed and read about cellulitis — physiologically and holistically figuring out ways to calm and heal the painful heat inside his leg as it wasn’t responding to medical treatment. So we did cool compresses, massage, elevation, and energy work (along with his friend Jean’s healings). And the leg actually recovered enough for him to move up North with his wonderful daughters.
Sometimes he’d say, “I don’t have much energy any more, but when you come over, it helps me to see you. It is always GOOD when you come.” I’d work on his legs with the edema, make him tea, talk about whatever was on his mind, sometimes make fried
potatoes (one of his favorite foods), tell him horrible jokes, and focus on Master.
Towards the end, we would have very direct conversations about things that worried him. Once he told me, "It's time for me to start seeing clients again." He could barely breathe then, had no energy, and slept more. What came out of my mouth (making us both laugh) was: "Are you CRAZY!? What if Master wants to take you to the advanced Astral realms, and you say to him, 'I can't go now, I need to see more clients.’ Thomas, GIVE it up (and finish that desire)!'"
When he went to live up North I asked him if I could phone (didn't want to bother his resting.) And he said, “Yes, please
call. It helps me to hear you." So even if it was short, I'd remind him of how the Gurus loved him and how victorious
his life had been. And how many hundreds (thousands!) of people he had loved, inspired, and brought to God.
Just to be part of his life, in service to him, was such a blessing. We will all so miss you, Thomas.
Bless you,
Barbara Roberts
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