by Tim Miejan

Miracle healings happen. Just ask Susan Kamp to tell you her story and you'll likely be shocked to learn how she returned to perfect health from near death in less than three months.

The key to Kamp's amazing recovery was her experience with Energy Interference Patterning and DNA activation through Margaret Ruby and Possibilities Vocational School just south of Sandpoint, Idaho. Hearing her story, it was incredible that this Minneapolis native, who lived the good life in the suburbs and was as far from "alternative" as you could be, would have ever connected with such a powerful and yet largely unknown technique for restoring wellness in the human body. And yet she did.

Now, as one of only a half dozen teachers of this healing modality worldwide, Kamp coordinates Possibilities Twin Cities, offering healing sessions, classes and hope for anyone she happens to meet.

Initially trained in engineering, Kamp once owned companies and wore suits and led the successful life. However, at the age of 35 she suddenly changed careers. She returned to school to study counseling, receiving a degree in psychology and addiction counseling. In an interview with The EDGE, Kamp spoke on that career change, on her unexpected health challenges and her eventual emergence as a healer.

On becoming a counselor: I had wanted to do that since I was a child. When I was 15, I said to my dad, "I'm going to be a social worker counselor." He said, "Oh, no, no, no." He was a very successful entrepreneur, and he saw me running my own business and wanted me to be successful. He didn't want me trapped. It was an oxymoron, because all of the women who worked for him worked in the secretarial pool. But he guided me to become very autonomous, success-oriented and business-oriented. He wanted me to become an engineer.

But frankly, I hated it. I sat at a drawing board all day. I hated it so much and I did it for years. I finally did get to the breaking point where I was so miserable. I left there and started waitressing. I thought, "What will I do with my life? I'll do what I've always wanted to do."

I owned two businesses in engineering and I was a manufacturer's wife, but it still wasn't my heart's passion. So I went back to school at 35 and then I interned at Bill Kelly House in Minneapolis and went to work in the residential psychiatric facility for the mentally ill. I did mental health counseling and group facilitation.

I did other things as well, working for a newspaper and studied journalism, worked in the theater and television.

On her idyllic life: I was an athlete my whole life. During that period, I was jogging two miles at lunch and four miles in the evening -- six miles a day -- I worked out at the gym with weights five days a week. I was the picture of health.

And my life was the picture of happiness. I would wake up in the morning, sit across from my husband and say, "Sometimes I want to pinch myself because I don't think I'm alive. This must be what heaven is like. This can't be Earth." It was just an amazing time in my life. Everything was so perfect and I was doing what I loved. I was involved in the community, did a lot of lecturing and volunteer work and had the perfect marriage.

On how it differed from her childhood: It isn't as though I had no trauma along the way. I had years of childhood trauma. I think many of us in the business of healing have had significant trauma in our lives. My mother was very sick and was very abusive, both physically and emotionally. So I spent many years very unhappy and traumatized with post-traumatic stress syndrome and depression.

My whole goal was to become happy. And that's what I did through a lot of traditional counseling work, affirmations, self-hypnosis tapes. By the time I was 30, I had achieved what I had wanted. I was able to move forward with success, and I was successful with whatever I did. I had a perfect, happy, wholesome relationship. Literally, my life was so perfect. I lived in a space of bliss and utopia, every day.

On getting sick: I started to get sick in 1995. My husband and I did some traveling that year and I started getting sick. They thought it was fibromyalgia. I didn't have any real weakness yet.

Looking back on it, I would never be doing what I'm doing now if it weren't for that experience. It was a five-year struggle.

On the omen: By January of 1996, I was having spasms and was starting to lose my balance. Other than that, I was OK and we traveled to Los Angeles to visit my husband's uncle. On the way back, we met a woman who sat next to me on the plane. She was a beautiful, angelic Gypsy woman. I almost expected her to pull out a crystal ball. She was kind of different. And I was a suit kind of person, mainstream America, living on a cul-de-sac in the 'burbs and thought people like that were interesting, but very weird.

She talked about her travels and said she'd been to Medjugorje [community in Bosnia where apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary have been reported since 1981]. She was coming back from L.A. and said she saw a documentary recently on Medjugorje. She asked if I had ever been there and I said no. When I got up from my seat to leave, she hugged me and embraced me and then said, "You will go to Medjugorje."

She was talking about the holy city where miracles happen for people who are very sick. I asked her if she had been sick, and she said no. She was just sort of mysterious. And I said to my husband, "That was strange. Was that some kind of an omen? Am I going to be really sick or something?"

He said, "Susie, you attract some of the strangest people."

On her weakening condition: By that summer, July 1996, I was unable to walk more than a few feet. I refused to use a wheelchair. My muscles would just give out. I was also developing all kinds of other extraneous symptoms and getting sicker and sicker. In August, my husband went to the drug store and got a wheelchair. At least I could get outside of the house.

I was developing breathing problems. My lungs were shutting down and they kept putting me on more inhalers.

And in the following year, I got worse. I lost my tongue and chewing muscles. I had nerve pain so bad and they didn't know it was nerve pain. There were times I couldn't lift my arm up, and I was losing the ability to brush my teeth. I couldn't hold a cup. I couldn't hold my head up for long periods of time.

I was in rehab at the hospital and I was losing a lot of muscle use in my neck and shoulders. I kept going to doctors and they did a muscle biopsy in August 1997 and I was referred to a doctor who had once headed the Muscular Dystrophy clinic at the U. I was diagnosed in September 1997 with FSH Muscular Dystrophy.

In June 1998 I went in for a routine exam at the Muscular Dystrophy clinic, and they found I had hyperactive reflexes. When they hit your knee, with Muscular Dystrophy your leg would barely move. What happened to me was, my leg shot up like a cannon. The doctors in the room were talking about Lou Gehrig's disease, ALS, so they ran very extensive tests and determined it wasn't that.

I had some unusual movements in which my left arm or left leg would just fling out spontaneously. There was an effort at that time to get an electric wheelchair with a neck brace for me.

They finally diagnosed a very rare form of autoimmune hypoparathyroidism. The antibodies attack and destroy the parathyroid glands. My parathyroid glands were not drawing calcium out of my bones to replenish my bloodstream. All nerves depend on calcium. Your heart can't contract without calcium. They started me on very high doses of calcium and that level had to be monitored regularly. The Catch-22 with that disease is, the treatment kills you before the disease kills you, because the treatment eventually destroys the kidneys.

On her quite grave condition: By 1999, I was breaking out in hives and rashes. It all was just unbelievable. I was losing my voice and it was so hard. I was so sick. That summer, the pain was unbearable. I was also diagnosed with degenerative disc disease. By then, I had my family doctor, a neurologist, an endocrinologist and a rheumatologist.

My own antibodies were attacking my own tissue mistakenly, just like what happens in organ rejection. My body was actually destroying itself. In the summer of 1999, the pain was so unbearable that I told my nurse that if something wasn't done, then I would call Dr. Jack Kevorkian. I couldn't live with the pain. It was a torture chamber. It was like wasps were stinging me. It was not fun. They found a drug that helped with the nerve pain.

I began to experience brief bouts of forgetfulness. By the fall of 1999, I had become almost completely dyslexic. I had always been bright and articulate, so to not be able to speak or put numbers down was difficult. I couldn't complete a full sentence. I couldn't remember words. It was very humbling. I remember thinking, "So this is what it is like for people who struggle with their memory." That was constant by then.

By the spring of 2000, I was going downhill. Vickie Abernathy was my best friend at the time, and one day she came to visit me. My husband announced, "Susie, you have a visitor!" I turned around and saw a woman. My husband was over at the side. I started wheeling towards her, and it was really bothering me because I couldn't remember her name. I finally got up to her and knew that I may have seen her before, but I had no idea who she was.

I said, "Hi, can I help you?"

That was a devastating moment for them. Vickie just looked at me and said, "Susie, it's me, Vickie."

On the lupus diagnosis: I also had an autoimmune disease that literally ate away at the lining of the bladder. I had incontinence for about four or five years, and they were going to start me on a drug for that. I was on twentysomething medications.

We asked what we could hope for, whether any of this was reversible, and the doctor said it was irreversible. The rheumatologist said I had a very unusual course of lupus that didn't include the usual immediate kidney dysfunction, and that made it hard to diagnose.

On alternative healing options: During that time, I had a doctor who had tried to get me to go toward alternative healing. The director of rehabilitation tried to get me to go to an alternative healer. And I had a friend down the street, a pilot for Northwest, who tried to get me to an alternative healer. Frankly, I thought it was all a bunch of hogwash.

It wasn't as though I didn't believe in miracles, because I was holding out for one. In the summer of 1998, we actually planned my funeral. I planned my death and how it would happen, but at the same time, I held out hope for a miracle to happen. We had talked about going to Medjugorje because maybe a miracle would happen.

When I was sick, I used to get flashes or visions that I would be well. I would say to my sister or my husband, "I know this sounds crazy, but sometimes I get this sense that I'm going to walk again, that I'm going to be well. It's crazy and doesn't make much sense, but I feel it.

In July 2000, I went to an internist who told me that there was no hope. I remember crying and telling him, "Please don't take away my hope."

And he said, "I'll tell you what I tell my cancer patients who tell me there must be something else I can do when they're dying. There's nothing more that can be done."

I remember sobbing convulsively. That's the point when I gave up. I finally gave up. A couple days later, I got a call from my physical therapist. He had gone out to lunch at a sidewalk cafŽ. There was a tornado warning and everyone had to go inside. He and the other person he was with noticed there was a woman who wasn't getting up and responding. They told her she needed to come into the building. So they connected. To make a long story short, she gave him her card. She was some kind of alternative healer.

So my therapist asked me to reconsider just one more time. I said, "At this point, I'll drink any swamp water. I reach out for anything I can with the hope of getting well."

On the chance that it will work: I called the woman on the phone and she told me I could be healed. She told me that I was a healer -- and I laughed and thought, "Yeah, right." So I said, "OK, I can be healed. What do I do?"

She said, "Well, the first thing I'm going to do is activate your DNA."

And I thought, "OK, she's going to activate my DNA. Oh, boy." So I said, "OK, I'm dying anyway, so go ahead." I thought she was really screwy and goofy, but it was my only hope. There were plenty of healers in the Twin Cities, but something kept drawing me toward Idaho, where she lived. I had several phone sessions with her, and I had some phenomenal responses.

At that time, I could only stay awake from 30 minutes to two hours, and then I wouldn't have the energy to stay awake any more. One of the things I immediately noticed after the DNA activation was the energy I had. I had so much energy that I could stay up all day long. I was so excited that I could actually see the sun rise and set for the first time in a long time. I was so excited.

And I began feeling better and had a lessening of pain. After the second session with her, she kept telling me I was a healer. I didn't know what healers do and I didn't know how to be a healer. And she said, "You're just born a healer."

An Arizona native, she had lived in Colorado and then had gone up to Idaho to attend the Possibilities Vocational School [www.possibilitiesdna.com]. She said it was the best school she knew of in the country. She told me, "You need to come to Idaho."

I said, "OK." I hung up and went and told my husband, "I need to go to Idaho, and don't ask me why."

On taking chances: At that time in my life, I was very disabled, very dependent and very vulnerable. My self-esteem was very shaken. I had none left. I was totally scared of the world. And I tell my husband I am going on a plane without him? And my husband, who is ferociously protective of me, "Said, OK." And then I flew to Idaho.

I went to school the first day. I was still sick and I still had some slowed thought processes and wasn't sure how much information I was going to absorb. Then I caught a cold. I was barely able to sit up. I had a fever and was achy. I went back to my room that night and called my husband, and I said, "These people look normal. Steve and Margaret just look like really normal people, but I know they have a spaceship, and it's parked outside."

My husband asked me why, and I told him they were talking about energy medicine, vibrations and Atlantis. "They're like way out there," I said.

My husband, Mr. Salesman, square as me, in the box, compartmentalized, said, "Oh, I just saw a documentary on Atlantis. It was absolutely fascinating." He said, "Susie, go back to class."

That was interesting, a shift in him that had occurred as a shift was starting to take place in me. I was trying to understand what these people were saying about vibrational medicine and about healing and about trauma stored within the body at every level -- in the physical body, the spiritual body, the etheric body, the psychological body -- and how every trauma and challenge in our life gets stored in cellular memory, in the DNA. They were teaching me about that, about the five-element theory of acupuncture, and about kinesiology. It was the first time I had ever heard the word "chakra."

On healing from the heart: What was remarkable was, I was a very left-brained person. I was good in math, I was a good engineer and good in counseling. I was very analytical. I was a 4.0 student in school, taking 20 credits a quarter. That tells you that I was very much in my head. But that curriculum at Possibilities is so remarkable that they are able to move you into your heart. And it was there for everyone. There was a psychologist from Oregon in class, as well as people who had never graduated from high school.

So I'm in the class, which is half lecture and half experiential, and I'm healing during this process. When I arrived home in Minnesota after seven days, I was significantly better. I was almost completely well. I think the only problem I still had was in my hip. Two weeks later I went in for a physical and my doctor was ready to faint. And I didn't know how to explain to anybody what had happened to me, because I still didn't fully understand it.

I told my doctor that I didn't know if he would believe it, and he said that doctors are so limited. With most adult diseases, they're diagnosed but not healed. Not cured. And it's frustrating for doctors that they cannot do more. And he said that whenever he sees something miraculous happen, like with what happened to me, it's always through Spirit and alternative means.

By then, I was walking around. I was articulate. I had energy. During a breathing function test in my physical, it showed I had the lungs of a 25-year-old woman. I was 47 at the time. I went from being barely able to breathe, on steroids and on multiple inhalers only six months before.

We did an X-ray on my hip, which was still giving me some trouble, and it indicated some impingement.

I said, "What can we do?"

And he said, "Do whatever you've been doing." Medically, all they could do is hip replacement.

A week later, the pain was gone. I could walk but I hadn't tried running again yet. This was all too weird for me.

On her triumphant run: I went back to Idaho for the next course level, DNA Integration. That was in November. So when I got there, I decided to see how far I could walk. I figured I would walk into town. I took my cell phone and phone number for a cab in case my legs became weak. So I walked about a mile and half into town, and that was OK, so I decided to walk back. And then I got lost. I got pointed in the wrong direction and got lost again. I was walking and walking...and do you see the gift? I got to a convenient store and found I had walked for about three miles. So I got pointed back to the direction of my hotel. I got to a bridge that spans a beautiful creek in Sandpoint, Idaho, right before the hotel, and I realized I had walked for miles -- and my legs were still OK. I thought, maybe I can run. I had dreamed of running again across a park. And so I ran across that bridge, and I was in tears.

I came home from Idaho and I could ice skate and bicycle, and every muscle in my body had regenerated. It had only been 11 weeks from the day I met that woman on the phone. I was well, my organs functioned, my connective tissue was working, my hips were working, my joints were working, my lungs functioned like I was 22 years younger than I was. I could run. I could do knee bends and squats. The nerves worked. There was no pain. It was all gone.

It was an unbelievable, indescribable experience. It was divine. Yes, I was meant to do this work. I was meant to teach this work. I did what I was taught in the class and miracles started happening for people. Healers kept calling me, telling they've tried multiple modalities and were at their wits end. They've heard about this and could it help? I was doing the work, and it was working.

It's not about me; it's the curriculum. I'm just a vehicle to bring this forward and teach it. That's how Possibilities started.

On why healers are contacting her for information: Healers everywhere are frustrated. They know they are here to help people heal, and their work is working 50 percent of the time, and not the other 50. What is the missing link?

Trauma is stored as a vibration in our cells. We can move it around. We can draw light into it. But it's not gone. It's just moved around. What happens is, it begins to settle in and re-manifest again. What we call the Theta work is described by Gregg Braden in The Isaiah Effect. He tells us, see it as done, as a possible outcome that we are drawing to us. It is very real and we create that reality through our faith and belief, and singing, touching, feeling, smelling, and seeing it in the present tense as already done. If you want to relate that to biblical times, Jesus said, "Have ye but faith as a grain of mustard seed. You shall say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move." Jesus said to his disciples when reference was made to the miracles, "These things and greater shall you do also."

We have all been promised that secret. We are all alchemists. We can all help bring Spirit forth to create a change in reality in any given moment.

Profound healing only occurs with an open heart and Spirit. If we're working in the head, then we've lost it. It doesn't happen there.

On miracles: We can make miracles happen in co-creation. Through God, miracles can happen. We see them. Students see them. All the time.

I had a woman call me in July. Her son had a broken bone in the top of the hand. She said, "Can you do anything?" I told her we'd do a Theta healing on it, realign the bone and wrap it in calcium. She took him back in to the doctor two days later. They X-rayed it and the doctor showed her where there was all the new calcium growth around the bone, and he took the cast off. I told her that it's important to go after whatever trauma is stored as low vibrations and blockages, because it will re-manifest either as another broken bone or in a different way. A week later, that boy broke another bone in the same hand.

It's not enough to move vibrations around. It's not enough to bring in the new outcome without healing whatever traumas and blocks are in the physical, emotional, spiritual and etheric bodies. And they all need to be addressed.

Remembering the event alone will not get rid of it. It's not enough to just know it's there. You have to draw it up. We stir the vibration up, grab hold of it, like we're going to pull a weed. We have to know where it is, and then we neutralize it.

On her gift: What was the gift about my illness, the suffering, the loss of my job, the loss of friends, the loss of my ability to function and get back to the world, becoming totally disabled and in pain, and losing my thinking process? The gift? It was about courage and faith and humility and passion and equal energy, being able to receive as well as to give. It's about gratitude and forgiveness. Everything that happens to us makes us more incredible. We grow. We become deeper people. We connect with one another more, because we know how important intimacy is and how important each one of us is, how little we are apart and how big we are together.

Every single trauma teaches us. It is not about punishment and karma for what we did in this life or a past life. Before we come into our mother's womb, we make a contract with God or Spirit on how many challenges we will encounter in life. Or we can be people who are in the healing realms or the teaching realms who said, "I have a mission I want to fulfill, and I am willing to have the courage to go through the graduate level course in learning, in Earth. So we come in with courage and experience an unprecedented number of traumas, because through each one of those we grow magnificently.

When we clear the blocks, the traumas -- and those impeding belief systems, all the things we've been fed about our limitations, that block the amount of light we can hold -- manifestation happens instantaneously for us.

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Tim Miejan is editor of The EDGE. Contact him at (651) 578-8969 or e-mail editor@edgenews.com

Copyright 2002 Tim Miejan