Lester Levenson Learns About the Power of Love and Letting Go

On Wednesday, ProsperNOW reported the story about Lester Levenson, who, at the age of 42, suffered a heart attack and was advised by his doctor to simply slow down and prepare for death. [See "Lester Levenson Finds the Answer for Having, Being and Doing Whatever You Will or Desire," March 28, 2007.] Here's what Lester decided to do next...

“Wait a minute!” he thought. “If happiness is when I’m experiencing love for the other one, then that means happiness is a feeling within me. “And if I felt unloving in the past? Well, I know I can’t change the past, but could I possibly correct the feeling now inside myself? Could I change the feeling to love now?”

He decided to try it. He looked at his most recent unhappiness: the day he left the hospital. “First,” he asked himself, “was I experiencing a lack of love that day?” “Yes,” he answered aloud. “Nobody gave a damn about me -- not the nurses, not the orderlies, not even Dr. Schultz. They did not care. As sick as I was, they threw me out, sent me home to die so they wouldn’t have to watch one of their failures... Well, the hell with them. They can all go to hell.”

He was shocked at the vehemence in his voice. His body trembled with rage and he felt weak. He really hated the doctor: He could feel it burning in his chest. “Oh, boy, this sure isn't love,” he thought, “Well, can I change it? Is it possible to turn it into love for the doctor? Hell, no. Why should I? What did he ever do to deserve any love?

“That’s not the point,” he answered himself. “The point is not whether he deserves love. The point is, Can you do it? Is it possible to simply change a feeling of hatred into a feeling of love -- not for the benefit of the other person, but for yourself?”

As the thought crossed his mind, he felt something break loose in his chest. A gentle easing, a sense of dissolving, and the burning sensation was gone. He didn’t trust it at first. It seemed too easy, so he pictured again the scene with Dr. Schultz in the hospital. He was surprised to find that it brought only a mild feeling of resentment rather than the previous intense burning hatred. He wondered if he could do it again.

“Let's see,” he thought. “What did I just do?... Oh, yes. Can I change this feeling of resentment into a feeling of love?” He chuckled as he felt the resentment dissolve in his chest. Then, it was totally gone, and he was happy. He thought of Dr. Schultz again, pictured him in his mind, and felt happy -- even loving.

He saw now, reliving that last meeting, how the doctor had hated to tell him the things he had to say. He could feel the doctor’s pain at having to tell a young man in the prime of his life that his life was over. “Dr. Schultz, you son-of-a-gun,” he said, grinning, “I love you... Well, it worked on that one. If my theory is sound, then it should work on everything.”

Eagerly, he began trying it on other moments, and the results were consistently the same. Each time that he asked himself if he could change the feeling of hostility or anger or hatred to one of love, the dissolving process took place. Sometimes, he had to repeat it over and over until he felt only love for the person.

At times, the entire process would take only a minute or two. At other times, it might take him hours of working on a particular person or event before his feelings were only loving -- but he would doggedly stay with it until it was completed on each person and each incident.

Lester's entire life came up for review in bits and pieces. One by one, he changed to love all the old hurts and disappointments. He began to feel stronger as the weight of his pain dropped away. He was happier than he had ever been in his entire life, and he kept it going, feeling even more happiness with each new thing corrected.

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Lester Levenson Finds the Answer for Having, Being and Doing Whatever You Will or Desire

Is it really possible to have, be, and do whatever you will or desire? Here, Lester Levenson, truly a modern American master in the personal-development realm, tells of going from his deathbed to finding the answers for achieving health, happiness and prosperity -- and how you can do it, too.

At the end of two weeks, Dr. Schultz arrived for his regular morning visit and, after examining his patient, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I'm discharging you today. Your condition is stable, and there's no reason to keep you here any longer. Now that doesn't mean you're well. Far from it. You need an indefinite period of convalescence, as well as checkups at regular intervals. But you don't need to be in the hospital any longer. You can continue with bed rest and medication at home."

The doctor went on to outline his patient's at-home program of rest, medication, and regular office visits; his diet; social activities [none]; even his sex life [also none]. Lester was surprised, but determined to follow doctor's orders.

"How long will this go on, Doc?" he asked. "How long do I have to take it easy like this? I realize you can't tell me exactly, but can you give me some idea?" He watched the doctor carefully as he waited for an answer. It seemed like a long time before Dr. Schultz spoke.

"How old are you, son?"

That wasn't what he expected. He wondered what was coming next. There was something in the doctor's manner he didn't like. "Forty-two," he answered and waited.

Dr. Schultz looked out the window, his face impassive as he sat lost in thought. After a long moment, during which neither man moved, the doctor nodded his head once, a sharp decisive movement which frightened Lester, and spoke abruptly and with finality.

"From now on, I'm afraid."

"What do you mean, from now on?" A very sick feeling was rising from Lester's gut, up into his stomach.

"I mean that you cannot expect to live a normal life from here on." He went on quickly when he saw Lester's shocked look. "You've just had a very serious coronary; you're lucky to be alive at all. Anyone else would have been dead by now with the severity of this attack."

The doctor paused, then cleared his throat. "I realize how difficult it must be for you to hear this." he said. "But, I assure you, it isn't pleasant for me, either."

He got up abruptly and walked to the window, his back to Lester. "I wish there were something else I could say. I wish I could tell you that, in a few months, you'd be back to normal and could pick up your life where you left off."

He paused, then turned to face Lester quietly. "But, I can't. In all good conscience, I can't tell you that. And I'm sorry."

Lester was angry now. "You're sorry? Well, so am I! You saved my life...for what? So that I can be an invalid for the rest of it? What the hell kind of life are you giving me back, anyway?"

Once started, he couldn't stop. He raved on and on. All his frustration, rage and anger poured out until the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach finally rose to his throat and he began to cough and choke. The doctor held a basin for him while he gagged and heaved, then finally fell back, exhausted, onto the pillows. His hand shook as he reached up to wipe his mouth.

The doctor was shaking, too, as he carried the soiled basin to the bathroom. He carefully placed it on the floor, then hunched over the sink, one hand on each side of it to support his weight, his forehead touching the cold mirror of the medicine chest on the wall.

In spite of all his years of practice, these situations still affected him. He thought of home and wished he were there now, his day over, relaxing before dinner with a drink or two. With a deep sigh, he pulled himself erect and walked back into the room.

"I'll sign the discharge papers today, but you can stay on if you want," he said quietly "If you need more time to make your arrangements, I'll tell the nurse it's okay." He didn't know what else to say.

Lester answered, "No, that's all right. I'll leave today, this afternoon. There doesn't seem to be any point in prolonging it."

"All right -- whatever you decide is all right," assured the doctor. "But remember that you can change your mind and stay a bit longer if you want."

He stood in silence for a moment while he closely examined Lester's ashen face. "Please be sure to take it easy when you get home; I can't overemphasize the importance of that. You shouldn't climb any stairs at all. And do you have shoes without laces -- you know, loafers?"

"Loafers? No, why?"

"You might want to have someone buy you a pair. It's better if you don't have to bend over to tie your shoes. It puts an additional strain on your heart when you get into that position."

The idea struck Lester as ridiculous, but all he said was, "Okay. Whatever you say." He'd always hated loafers, but it didn't matter now.

Then, as he watched the doctor walk toward the door, a question occurred to him. "Doc?" he asked. "I'm not going to die, am I? I mean, I might have to kind of take it easy from here on, but I'm not going to die, right?"

Dr. Schultz stopped. "I don't know," he answered, then turned to face Lester. "I wish I could give you a positive answer, but I can't. The truth is that I simply don't know. You've had a massive heart attack and you could live for another year or two -- or you could go tomorrow. I just don't know."

"Thanks for being honest with me, Doc. I'll be seeing you."

Lester goes home. Read on...
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