THE SHAKING LOOSE OF CANCER

                                              THE SHAKING LOOSE OF CANCER
                                                                                 T. WIELAND ALLEN
     Even though it happened years ago in 1986, it seems like yesterday because the events that transpired are too marvelous to forget.  To clue you into the events leading up to the event of the "shaking," I was born of the Holy Spirit in 1944 in a Baptist church in Borger, Texas and I had been baptized in the Holy Spirit in 1978 in my living room in Muskogee, Oklahoma.  It had been obvious in 1978 that I needed some kind of extra power in my life to overcome the hell that I had experienced by being married to an angry, alcoholic husband.  His verbal and emotional abuse had beaten me down into a submissive, lifeless form of a woman. God's power of the Holy Spirit in my life by being baptized in His Holy Spirit had caused me to overcome the effects of the abuse rather than be under its control.  Even though my husband Steve didn't change immediately by My having the power of God in My life, I was changed into a power filled child of God who would not take defeat as a way of life ever again.  In 1979 Steve also had become born of the Holy Spirit and baptized in God's Holy Spirit and was changed immediately into the man that I loved and adored the rest of our lives together.  We were different people by that time, being changed by God  into happy, triumphant people.
     We raised three wonderful children and had an enduring family life.  In 1986 I had a dream and I wrote it down in my dream book, after being encouraged to do so after reading a book by an Episcopal priest about how God speaks to us in our dreams.  After writing down that dream I wondered what it meant, thinking that maybe it meant that I needed to pray for someone who was dealing with cancer.  I prayed for whoever that person was, just praying a short prayer in the language of the Holy Spirit, the language of heaven that bypasses the human mind of the person praying and prays God's solution to the problem. 
    The dream was very detailed and I wrote down every aspect that I could remember.  In the dream I was walking around in a brightly lighted, clean white room that was a laboratory of some kind with lots of clear plastic cubicles containing material that looked like bodily organs of some sort.  In the dream I wondered what was in those cubicles.  Immediately into my mind in the dream a voice said that they were human cells that had been healed by God.  There was no visible person in the room, only a "presence" of some kind.  I replied back to the presence behind the voice that I wanted Him to put my cancer cells in a cubicle to be healed by God.  Then I woke from the dream, not realizing that I really did have cancer cells growing in my body at the time.  After writing the dream down, I forgot about the dream, surmising that my short prayer in the Holy Spirit had taken care of someone's problem with cancer.
    About four months later I had been swimming, was changing back into street clothes, glanced in the mirror and saw a lump on the top of my right breast.  I felt of it and, sure enough, it was large.  I occasionally did breast exams but had neglected it for a few months.  I did not remember the previous dream immediately, but in writing down another dream later I noticed the dream about the laboratory and realized the laboratory dream was about me.  I didn't panic, but was very concerned because breast cancer was still a death sentence for most people at that time.  I immediately made an appointment with my gynecologist who had insisted that I take hormone replacement therapy to keep my bones strong and my heart healthy.  I reluctantly took them, informing the doctor all the time that I did not like how the hormones were making my breasts feel, enlarged and sensitive. He kept insisting that my body was just getting used to the new med and he even increased the dosage of hormones instead of cutting back on them.  I had told him that I had read that the hormones could cause cancer.  He disagreed.
      At the appointment with him after finding the lump, the doctor checked the lump on my right breast and said that I needed to see a surgeon right away because the lump had grown so quickly.  I had some trepidation in using anyone that the gynecologist suggested because I felt that he had misled me about the hormone therapy, so I called a good friend in a neighboring large city and asked her to recommend a doctor to me.  She suggested a name but I had heard a negative fact about his personal life and didn't feel like we would have a rapport.  My good friend Sandy told me that she would call a man whom she knew who was the administrator of one of the large hospitals and ask him whom he would suggest for me.  Remember that breast cancer is always feared by women but years ago it terrified women and I was one of them.
    My friend Sandy returned My call the next day and gave me the name of a doctor suggested by the hospital administrator.  I made an appointment and saw him within a few days.  He examined me and said that he was suggesting a surgeon who was innovative, was even using alternate methods with cancer patients other than surgical removal of tumors.  That pleased me, and I still had the dream in mind, thinking that maybe that doctor was going to use an alternate method of curing me, per the dream.
   My husband Steve went with me to the appointment with the new doctor in the city.  The doctor read the gynecologist's report about the rapid growth of the tumor, examined my breast, called my husband into the exam room and with tears streaming down his face he told us that he was going to try to save my life because the cancer had obviously invaded the lymph nodes under that arm and spread to other organs.  He wanted to immediately enter me into the hospital and operate the next morning.  We needed to get someone to take care of our business in our own town, so we convinced him that if he would schedule surgery for two days later it would be more convenient for us.  He agreed but warned us that the obviously malignant tumor needed to be excised as soon as possible.
     Steve and I left his office stunned with the news, having gone there thinking maybe he would give me the option of some alternative method.  Instead, the situation became crucial. 
     When we arrived home at about 5:00 p.m. Steve called our son De and advised him of the situation and asked him to take care of our business while I had surgery.  Of course he agreed.  While Steve made the calls to relatives, I knew that I needed to pray in the language of the Holy Spirit, per the dream about my cancer being healed by God. It had become a life and death situation after the office exam with the surgeon in Tulsa.  I left Steve on the home office phone making calls to relatives and started walking around the entire inside and then outside of the house, praying in the language of the Holy Spirit.  I had read about dramatic healings and I remembered the prophetic dream, so I was convinced the Holy Spirit's prayer language was the key to my healing of breast cancer.  
   A long battle began with me allowing the Holy Spirit to pray through my mouth in God's heavenly language but the devil kept feeding into my thoughts the words of the doctor while he was crying, that he was going to try to save my life.  It was a monumental battle between faith and fear.  I kept praying in tongues and then I would sing a new song that came to my mind with the words that said that My Heavenly Daddy is bigger than cancer.  I would go from praying God's solution in tongues and then sing the song of confession in God for hours.  I prayed and walked from 5:00 p.m. until about 10:00 p.m. and became exhausted.  Battling the devil is exhausting but the prayers in the Holy Spirit were empowering. At 10:00 I went in the house to talk to Steve, expecting him to also be praying for me.  No such luck.  He was sound asleep in front of the TV.  I almost got angry at him, remembering the hours and hours and hours that I had prayed for him when he was an alcoholic.  Immediately the thought came to my mind that if I got angry at him, it would invite the devil to control the situation and take it out of God's hands.  I immediately forgave Steve, knowing that he had escaped the seriousness of the situation by tuning into the TV.  It was his way of handling the situation, escaping into the TV.  I woke him and told him to get in bed, that I was going to pray some more.  I resumed praying and told God that it had always been Him and me together, anyway, fighting the devil.  So I went back to walking and praying.
    In just a few minutes I realized that I was physically too exhausted to walk any more and my emotional energy was depleted from praying so much, so I went in the house to go to bed.  Instead of finding Steve already in bed, he was sitting in his recliner in the den/library adjacent to our bedroom praying in the Holy Spirit, too.  I told him that I was going to bed but he kept praying.  I got into my nightgown and fell on our bed while still praying in the Holy Spirit's heavenly words.  I could hear that Steve was still praying also in the adjacent den/library.  In just a very few minutes I saw in a quick vision that a streak of lightning began connecting Steve and Me in an arch of power.  It was only a few seconds before my body started shaking on the bed so dramatically that the bed began to slam against the mirrored wall behind our bed. It slammed so forcefully that it sounded like a sledge hammer hitting the wall.  My body was doing the shaking that cause the bed to hit that wall so loudly.  My thought was, "Oh, God, I didn't sign up for this."  My body was burning up and I sensed that I was laying in a puddle of sweat on the sheets from the heat of my body's high temperature. 
   Immediately I said in my prayer thoughts to God that I didn't want to do things that the crazy Pentecostal ladies did that we used to joke about, but I prayed these words in my mind, "If this is of you, Father, give me scriptures in my mind so that I know it's you."  I had always asked God to give me confirming scriptures when he told me something so that I would know it was Him and not some deception.  That night in those, shalI I say, unusual activities I really need his reassuring words and confirmation.  Immediately the words came to my mind, "I will shake what can be shaken so that what cannot be shaken remains," and also the words, "For My God is a consuming fire," came into my mind.  With those confirming scriptures from My Heavenly Father directly from the Bible I knew I should relax and enjoy the ride, which I did. 
    Steve was alarmed by the sound of the bed hitting the wall and he thought I was having a seizure and came running into our bedroom to hold me down.  I told him not to touch me because I was burning up and that his hands would be burned if he touched me.  He took my advice, but he didn't know what was taking place because I had never told him about what I finally knew was a prophetic dream.  The shaking stopped and I was so thrilled to be in the presence of God's healing power that I didn't move a muscle, afraid that it would all be over.  Steve got ready for bed and when he came to bed he crawled in the bed the farthest away from me in the bed as possible. The rest of the night I was immobile, having been healed by God in a very dramatic way, per the prophetic dream.  God covered all bases. 
    The next morning when I woke I heard Steve in the bathroom getting ready to go to the federal courthouse to let them know about the events of the previous day, meaning the doctor's diagnosis and letting them know that he might be preoccupied for a few days.  We planned to leave for the hospital at 1:00 to be checked into the hospital for a breast biopsy and possible removable of the tumor, removal of lymph nodes and other surgical things in order to save my life, which would happen the next morning.   I knew that my life had already been saved, and it was saved right there on my bed when God burned out the demon of cancer and it shook my body dramatically when it left.  Steve was a part of the heavenly drama and later told me that while we were praying at the same time that he saw a vision of a ball of light enclosing my breast, but the next day he still thought I had had a seizure.  He said he would be back later for our trip to the hospital.  I continued to lay in the bed, enjoying the presence of God.  In my prayerful thought I told my Heavenly Father, my Healer, that I was afraid to get out of bed because I was enjoying His presence.  These words came to my mind, "Today consider yourself an only child with all of My attention. You are in a cocoon of My love."  That did it, gave me the knowledge I needed to know that wherever I was that day that He was also there. 
   I showered and dressed but when I walked out of our bedroom a sense of fear struck me.  I called my prayer partner, whom I had not told about the cancer, told her that I needed her to pray for us, that I had just been healed of cancer but Steve was confused and his unbelief was filling the rest of the house.  She told me she would be at my door in five minutes, which she was.  When she rang the doorbell, I opened the door and she stepped in.  She said immediately that unbelief was so strong in our house from Steve that she needed to go back to her house and intercede for us.  I knew I could count on her to be a prayer warrior for us.
   At the appointed time Steve came home and we loaded up in the car and drove to the hospital in Tulsa in silence.  I felt like I was in a cocoon of love, like our Father had told me.  When we entered the hospital admitting office and told the lady that we had an appointment for surgery, we heard a male voice tell another admitting lady that when a lady named Tommye Allen checked in that they needed to call him.  The lady admitting me called out to him that I was at the moment being admitted. The man behind the voice was the administrator of the hospital who had been called by my friend in Tulsa.  He came into the room and said that he was going to personally usher us up to my hospital room, which he did.  When we entered the room it looked like a hotel suite.  It was on the top floor of the hospital with a living room, a bedroom and a huge bathroom.  Sitting on top of the table next to the bed was a bouquet of flowers from the hospital for me. I knew at that moment what God meant when He told me to think of myself as an only child.  I was relishing in His personal attention, although I knew He was busy with others of His children, too.
    The nurse waiting in the room for me made us comfortable and asked what kind of surgery I was having.  It told her I was having a beast biopsy but also told her that I had been healed by God the previous night.  The nurse raised her hands to heaven and thanked God for His healing power.  Yes, I was God's only child for a day. I slept that night in that suite at the hospital with the lights of Tulsa shining in the floor length windows on two sides of the room.  Oh, the love and blessings of God were magnificent.
    They wheeled me into surgery early the next morning after I had met with the surgeon and an obstetrician who was also going to remove an IUD birth control device while I was anesthetized.  I said nothing about the healing, somehow knowing that the surgeon needed to find out on his own with his own eyes that I had been healed.
    I woke in the recovery room after surgery by the surgical nurse who told me that the doctors had taken three biopsies of the tumor.  She told me that the surgeon had taken a slice out of the center of the tumor, sent it with the pathologist to be biopsied, and he had come back into the operating room and said, "It's benign." The nurse continued with the story and said the surgeon said, "That's impossible."  He took another slice out of one end of the tumor and sent it out of the room with the pathologist, who returned with the same news, "It's benign."  The surgeon took another biopsy out of the other end of the tumor and sent it out for a final biopsy, thinking the cancer was certainly in that part of the tumor.  The pathologist came back with the same finding, "No cancer." 
    God had told me the night before the surgery that the operating room would be full of angels, so for me not to be afraid.  After the three reports of the three biopsies the surgical nurse told me that she witnessed something she had never seen before in an operating room.  She said that after the third finding of the biopsy was no cancer, that the entire room of doctors and nurses yelled hallelujah and cheered.  She said they knew the prognosis had been one of an aggressive cancer so the operating room staff reacted with joy.  I knew they were responding to the presence of the angels in the room.
    That night was the culmination of my feeling like being God's only child that day.  I was not given a hospital meal that night.  The hospital chef had prepared the dining table in the suite for a feast for us.  The chef wheeled a white clothed serving table into the room on which he had the vegetables for a huge salad for both Steve and me.  He mixed the salad in our presence as if we were in a five star hotel.  While we ate the salad, he wheeled the cart away and returned later with appetizers of shrimp and huge lobsters accompanied with a bottle of wine.  It was dark outside and the lights of Tulsa were strikingly beautiful as viewed from the dining table, adding to the ambiance of the evening.  The next course was steak, a delicious cheese encrusted potato and asparagus with another bottle of wine.  We were in paradise, with God joining in with our celebration.  The final course wheeled in by the chef was bananas foster.  The chef prepared the dessert at our table with the addition of the blaze of fire which makes the dessert bananas foster.  It was a glorious celebration, all at the cost of the hospital, having been arranged by the administrator of the hospital -- or rather shall I truthfully say Our God.
   The next morning God impressed upon me not to tell the surgeon the entire story about the healing, that he had witnessed a miracle and he needed to meditate on it for a while.  I only told him that God had healed me to which he said, "If I ever need prayer, I know who to call."   The doctor who removed the IUD during surgery confirmed the surgical nurse's comment about the cheering and high-fiving each other of all the people in the operating room after the pathologist returned with the third finding of no cancer.   He told me that he had never seen or heard of that happening in an operating room.
   On the way home that afternoon, I had the car seat laying back and was trying to assess the events of the previous 48 hours.  I was talking to God in my thoughts and I asked Him if the tumor had been benign all of the time.  Speaking firmly and emphatically in my thoughts he said, "I don't waste that much of My power on something that is benign."  My weak reply to Him was, "I understand, Father."  I had allowed unbelief to minister to my mind for a few minutes. 
    I noticed that the doctor had not removed the tumor when I got home.  When I had the two week post surgery appointment with the surgeon, he remarked that he did not remove the tumor because my body was consuming it and he wanted to see how long it would take for the tumor to disappear.  It was a large one.  He said that my body had consumed a small portion of it in the two weeks post surgery.  When I had the six week appointment with the surgeon, he remarked that my body had completely consumed the rest of the tumor.  He was delighted.  I knew not to comment about praying and the miracle of the healing and the shaking and the extreme heat in my body.  He had observed the miracle and needed to keep it in his heart and meditate on it. 
    A shaking and a burning had definitely happened on my bed at home.  I didn't know where to find the scriptures in the Bible but when I found them in the book of Hebrews I saw that they were related to God's shaking out of our lives the demons and their activities.  The scripture says, "In times of old He made created things shake but now he had given us the promise that He would make the earth shake even more, and not only the earth but the heavens also, as well, so that the shakable evil things would be changed but the unshakable things of God would remain.  We have been given an unshakable kingdom of God.  Therefore, let us hold on to the grace that we have been given and worship Him in the way that He finds acceptable, in reverence and awe.  FOR OUR GOD IS A CONSUMING FIRE."  (Hebrews 12:26-29)  We had participated in the miracle of the "shaking" of the devil's cruel works until they left me, and I experience God burning the cancer demon out of My life. 
   It all started as a dream and culminated in a miracle.  And I got to be God's only child for a day as a way to calm my fears and celebrate God's victory.
   The documenting of this story is to prove the love of God for His children.  Now you know why I adore, revere and am in awe of Him for all of My days in the earth.  We are so blessed to be called His children.  I experienced the totality of His love and can tell you that He deserves all of our reverence and awe because He is LOVE. 
   Seek to know Him and His love and you will find Him. I can attest to you that HE IS LOVE.