According to a study of patients who have received transplanted organs, particularly hearts, it is not uncommon for memories, behaviours, preferences
and habits associated with the donor to be transferred to the recipient.
I found this particular case study so profound and beautiful I decided to post it here. A modern Romeo and Juliet of sorts - I know skeptics will
argue it is all just a coincidence but - (I am a believer - it is not a dream - it is reality ) This is a story about Eternal Love - A powerful
force that transcends the wheels of space and time - an invisible thread that connects everything in the universe - that primal energy that flows
and fills tirelessly - THE HEART - The ESSENCE - the source of all Universal Truths . To find another who can give so completely as to fill the very
essence of your being with so much love that your sense of self and ego dissolve into a heavenly state of ( Being ) - where the dream becomes the
reality - where the veil that once separated the world of spirit and matter merge - where all elements and forces combine to become one - a cosmic
dance of divine spiritual love - this is the primal energy source all life seeks - to become fully awake and see all the layers and dimensions of
reality - so beautiful so perfect - creation with divinity, flesh with spirit.
Love is the power that moves the universe, the day of life, the night of death, and the new day after death. The radiance of this universe sends us a
message of love and says that all creation came from love … Love leads to light. Mascaro (1962, p.30)
The donor was an 18-year-old boy killed in an automobile accident. The recipient was an 18-year-old girl diagnosed with endocarditis and subsequent
The donor’s father, a psychiatrist, said:
My son always wrote poetry. We had waited more than a year to clean out his room after he died. We found a book of poems he had never shown us, and
we’ve never told anyone about them. One of them has left us shaken emotionally and spiritually. It spoke of his seeing his own sudden death. He was
a musician, too, and we found a song he titled “Danny, My Heart Is Yours”—the words about how my son felt he was destined to die and give his
heart to someone. He had decided to donate his organs when he was 12 years old. We thought it was quite strong, but we thought they were talking about
it in school. When we met his recipient, we were so…we didn’t know, like, what it was. We don’t know now. We just don’t know.
The recipient reported:
When they showed me pictures of their son, I knew him directly. I would have picked him out anywhere. He’s in me. I know he is in me and he is in
love with me. He was always my lover, maybe in another time somewhere. How could he know years before he died that he would die and give his heart to
me? How would he know my name is Danny? And then, when they played me some of his music, I could finish the phrases of his songs. I could never play
before, but after my transplant I began to love music. I felt it in my heart. My heart had to play it. I told my mom I wanted to take guitar
lessons—the same instrument Paul [the donor] had played. His song is in me. I feel it a lot at night and it’s like Paul is serenading me.
The recipient’s father reported:
My daughter, she was what you say….a hell-raiser. Until she got sick—they say from a dentist, they think—she was the wild one. Then she became
quite quiet. I think it was her illness, but she said she felt more energy, not less. She said she wanted to play an instrument and she wanted to
sing. When she wrote her first song, she sang about her new heart as her lover’s heart. She said her lover had come to save her life.