"Healing can take place instantaneously if there is recognition of the truth of what has caused the illness.
So the illness is without exception, a somatizing of that which the consciousness has been unwilling to receive.
Illness is a teaching, a message from the soul.
When the lessons are learned the illness becomes a thing of no moment.
Illness is the confusion of that particular soul manifesting physically so that the consciousness will see it." per Emmanuel
Recently I discovered that a beloved soul-sister has developed breast cancer. Healer that she is, I have no doubt whatsoever that she will be able to heal this disease. However, it tells me that it is a time to write once again about the miraculous healings with the White Light, and so, lazy that I am, I include an excerpt of something I have already written!
The following is taken from one of a series of radio programs I hosted several years ago on Holistic Globe Radio, the episode entitled "Physician Heal Thy Self", regarding the self-healing energies of the White Light.
“Physician, heal thyself”
We all have the abilities to self-heal. The answer is in the power behind intent.
'For those who were looking outside themselves for answers, for happiness, for healing, it was once said some two thousand years ago: “Physician, heal thyself”
As I reflect back on my own life, starting at the bottom of my earliest childhood memories, to when I was just a little kid with the stuffiest of noses, and a heavily congested chest accompanied by a nasty cough. If I close my eyes, and get so very still, I can put myself in that comfy bed in my bedroom of long, long ago, the air thick with a warm, moist, misting from the vaporizer, its fragrant eucalyptus aroma still present in my memory.
And just before bedtime, I remember my father’s warm hands rubbing the mentholated salve around my throat and deep into my chest because my nose was so stuffy it was hard to breathe. I can still feel the heat from the rubbing, rubbing, of my chest and my back, as it penetrated into my lungs, and it felt so good. By morning the cold was gone. I could breathe, and I would be fine once again. It was the annual winter ritual my sisters and I would go through when we came down with the dreaded seasonal colds, and I do not think we gave it much thought about it at the time, other than the great confidence we had in our daddy fixing us. To this day, when I smell the Vicks salve, and I hear the soft hissing from a vaporizer, it takes me back to those special times.
The last year of his life had not been easy from a surgically botched hip replacement, and while he was in rehab, he was told there was a big chance he would not walk on it again. By this time, I was well aware of this man’s unique healing abilities, well aware of the energies that worked through his hands (which, by the way, he never really owned up to having), but it was obvious to those of us who knew him and watched through the years.
I remember visiting him when he was mentally and emotionally trying to adjust to the diagnosis, and we talked quietly about healing, and I say quietly, because at that time, my mother was never a believer in such things. Actually, I think the idea of it rather frightened her. Just before it was time for me to be kicked out of there, I made a point to tell him that he could heal himself, that he had the ability to do it. I remember him getting quiet, which was his way when he did not know what to say, and I left. For some reason I do not remember, I went back to his room and slightly opened the door. His back was to me and he was slowly running his hands along his upper thigh, and repeating his mantra over and over: I can heal myself, I can heal myself…
I slowly backed out, lightly closing the door behind me. He never knew I had seen him. And he did walk on that leg. Oh yes he did.
Stay with me now, there is a reason behind this, I promise.
I started this off with my dad rubbing the salve over our congested lungs, and by morning we were all okay. We healed fast. In later years when I had my own small children all stuffed up with their colds, and sometime during the wee hours they would make their way down the long hallway to my room, and pile in bed with me. I can still remember them planting their ice cold little feet on my warm legs….I can also still hear their coughing, and congested breathing, and stuffed noses as I automatically rolled over on my side, and wrapped them close to my warm body, placing my hands squarely over their chest. I would mentally think hot, hot, hot, and visualized hot coals in my hands that penetrated deep into their chests, as we would drift back to sleep. I did this not for any healing, but as an idea to warm them up. By the time we woke up in the morning, their chests were clear. Their stuffiness was gone. It never failed. I always attributed it to keeping them warm. I never, thought about healing energies coming from my hands, and emanating from my body. I never did, because I did not know there was such a thing.
As I reflect back on those instances, and there were plenty of them, but I suppose these are the ones I hold close to my heart, most especially those healing abilities my father always had. All throughout my life there were instances of kids and pets that he “made all better”, and we never really thought anything of it at the time, about those hands that my mother said were warm for as long as she had known him.
~~~
"Healing can take place instantaneously if there is recognition of the truth of what has caused the illness.
So the illness is without exception, a somatizing of that which the consciousness has been unwilling to receive.
Illness is a teaching, a message from the soul.
When the lessons are learned the illness becomes a thing of no moment.
Illness is the confusion of that particular soul manifesting physically so that the consciousness will see it." Per Emmanuel
So, the causes of many of our diseases, illnesses, even sprained and broken bones, are actually caused by some type of emotional dis-ease on an unconscious level and threaten health the most ... fears, anxieties, doubt, worry….and grieving. Never, never underestimate the clout behind repressed grieving. By avoiding feeling the acute pain caused by loss can end up being a killer in itself.
One of my first what I call real validations I received for myself about self-healing, came when my youngest son was in ROTC in college, and it was the summer he was flying down to Texas for the boot camp for the young cadet officers-to-be. He was so excited as he readied himself for the flight the next day, and I was working with a particularly negative client, and did not have the time to think about his leaving. Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, I turned my ankle, spraining it badly enough that as the day went on, I could not any weight on it. Nothing helped to alleviate the pain, or the swelling, no matter what I did, or how much I worked on it. I was in dire pain.
By the time my husband and I saw Brian off at the airport the next day, I was in bad shape, and so irked at myself for allowing myself to get into such a jam, of ego, ego, ego....blah, blah, blah...I relentlessly scolded myself as I practically crawled into the airport to see my son off on his journey..
As I watched him disappear through the big door -- these were the days before airport security -- I watched him walk from the gate out to the Air Force jet waiting at the tarmac some distance out from the terminal, and I did not see a twenty year old anymore, but my four year old boy making his way out there all alone. As he entered the black hole of the big craft, he turned to flash his beautiful smile and wave, and he disappeared into the craft. Reality hit me head-on, and without any warning, emotion took over and I burst into serious sobbing. As excited as he was about going, and as happy as I was for him, My heart knew that when returned, he woud be changed. I watched his jet taxi off and fly into the clouds until I could not see it anymore, and then we turned to leave, and walked away. Yep, I said walked. I suddenly realized that my injured ankle hurt no more. The pain was gone, the swelling had disappeared. The ankle was fine. I practically had to be carried into the place, but walked out as normally as it had ever been.
It was one of those a-ha moments and quite a revelation to me. The wrenched foot actually had nothing to do with my state ofo mind over a client. No, not at all. It went far, far deeper than that. The ankle has to do with my the inflexibility of my thinking, and an inability to walk forward with trust and ease. I had been in deep denial as to what was emotionally going on inside of me, avoiding the grief I was obviously feeling -- not of my son’s departure -- but of his growing up. He was leaving 'home'. And, I was right. He did not return as that boy I was seeing off, but a young man.
~~~
The same person who turned me onto meditation, also enlightened me as to using the protective, healing powers of the White Light, abilities that we all have; the same healing energy that was used by Christ, the light depicted as a halo painted by the ancient artists.
I remember when a suspicious spot was found inside her, a biopsy had come back confirming its malignancy, and the surgical date was set to go for removal. Naturally, she was nervous about the find, and worked on it with the White Light. The surgery day came, but the spot was gone. Vanished. It had completely disappeared, leaving no sign of its presence.
Knowing the gentle ways, and talents, of ths calm, gentle elder, her doctor asked: " Lou? Did you do this?"
And….she smiled….
You can do this. Yes, you can. Intend it, think it, get out of your own way and allow the energies to pass through you, and it will be.
So the illness is without exception, a somatizing of that which the consciousness has been unwilling to receive.
Illness is a teaching, a message from the soul.
When the lessons are learned the illness becomes a thing of no moment.
Illness is the confusion of that particular soul manifesting physically so that the consciousness will see it." per Emmanuel
Recently I discovered that a beloved soul-sister has developed breast cancer. Healer that she is, I have no doubt whatsoever that she will be able to heal this disease. However, it tells me that it is a time to write once again about the miraculous healings with the White Light, and so, lazy that I am, I include an excerpt of something I have already written!
The following is taken from one of a series of radio programs I hosted several years ago on Holistic Globe Radio, the episode entitled "Physician Heal Thy Self", regarding the self-healing energies of the White Light.
“Physician, heal thyself”
We all have the abilities to self-heal. The answer is in the power behind intent.
'For those who were looking outside themselves for answers, for happiness, for healing, it was once said some two thousand years ago: “Physician, heal thyself”
As I reflect back on my own life, starting at the bottom of my earliest childhood memories, to when I was just a little kid with the stuffiest of noses, and a heavily congested chest accompanied by a nasty cough. If I close my eyes, and get so very still, I can put myself in that comfy bed in my bedroom of long, long ago, the air thick with a warm, moist, misting from the vaporizer, its fragrant eucalyptus aroma still present in my memory.
And just before bedtime, I remember my father’s warm hands rubbing the mentholated salve around my throat and deep into my chest because my nose was so stuffy it was hard to breathe. I can still feel the heat from the rubbing, rubbing, of my chest and my back, as it penetrated into my lungs, and it felt so good. By morning the cold was gone. I could breathe, and I would be fine once again. It was the annual winter ritual my sisters and I would go through when we came down with the dreaded seasonal colds, and I do not think we gave it much thought about it at the time, other than the great confidence we had in our daddy fixing us. To this day, when I smell the Vicks salve, and I hear the soft hissing from a vaporizer, it takes me back to those special times.
The last year of his life had not been easy from a surgically botched hip replacement, and while he was in rehab, he was told there was a big chance he would not walk on it again. By this time, I was well aware of this man’s unique healing abilities, well aware of the energies that worked through his hands (which, by the way, he never really owned up to having), but it was obvious to those of us who knew him and watched through the years.
I remember visiting him when he was mentally and emotionally trying to adjust to the diagnosis, and we talked quietly about healing, and I say quietly, because at that time, my mother was never a believer in such things. Actually, I think the idea of it rather frightened her. Just before it was time for me to be kicked out of there, I made a point to tell him that he could heal himself, that he had the ability to do it. I remember him getting quiet, which was his way when he did not know what to say, and I left. For some reason I do not remember, I went back to his room and slightly opened the door. His back was to me and he was slowly running his hands along his upper thigh, and repeating his mantra over and over: I can heal myself, I can heal myself…
I slowly backed out, lightly closing the door behind me. He never knew I had seen him. And he did walk on that leg. Oh yes he did.
Stay with me now, there is a reason behind this, I promise.
I started this off with my dad rubbing the salve over our congested lungs, and by morning we were all okay. We healed fast. In later years when I had my own small children all stuffed up with their colds, and sometime during the wee hours they would make their way down the long hallway to my room, and pile in bed with me. I can still remember them planting their ice cold little feet on my warm legs….I can also still hear their coughing, and congested breathing, and stuffed noses as I automatically rolled over on my side, and wrapped them close to my warm body, placing my hands squarely over their chest. I would mentally think hot, hot, hot, and visualized hot coals in my hands that penetrated deep into their chests, as we would drift back to sleep. I did this not for any healing, but as an idea to warm them up. By the time we woke up in the morning, their chests were clear. Their stuffiness was gone. It never failed. I always attributed it to keeping them warm. I never, thought about healing energies coming from my hands, and emanating from my body. I never did, because I did not know there was such a thing.
As I reflect back on those instances, and there were plenty of them, but I suppose these are the ones I hold close to my heart, most especially those healing abilities my father always had. All throughout my life there were instances of kids and pets that he “made all better”, and we never really thought anything of it at the time, about those hands that my mother said were warm for as long as she had known him.
~~~
"Healing can take place instantaneously if there is recognition of the truth of what has caused the illness.
So the illness is without exception, a somatizing of that which the consciousness has been unwilling to receive.
Illness is a teaching, a message from the soul.
When the lessons are learned the illness becomes a thing of no moment.
Illness is the confusion of that particular soul manifesting physically so that the consciousness will see it." Per Emmanuel
So, the causes of many of our diseases, illnesses, even sprained and broken bones, are actually caused by some type of emotional dis-ease on an unconscious level and threaten health the most ... fears, anxieties, doubt, worry….and grieving. Never, never underestimate the clout behind repressed grieving. By avoiding feeling the acute pain caused by loss can end up being a killer in itself.
One of my first what I call real validations I received for myself about self-healing, came when my youngest son was in ROTC in college, and it was the summer he was flying down to Texas for the boot camp for the young cadet officers-to-be. He was so excited as he readied himself for the flight the next day, and I was working with a particularly negative client, and did not have the time to think about his leaving. Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, I turned my ankle, spraining it badly enough that as the day went on, I could not any weight on it. Nothing helped to alleviate the pain, or the swelling, no matter what I did, or how much I worked on it. I was in dire pain.
By the time my husband and I saw Brian off at the airport the next day, I was in bad shape, and so irked at myself for allowing myself to get into such a jam, of ego, ego, ego....blah, blah, blah...I relentlessly scolded myself as I practically crawled into the airport to see my son off on his journey..
As I watched him disappear through the big door -- these were the days before airport security -- I watched him walk from the gate out to the Air Force jet waiting at the tarmac some distance out from the terminal, and I did not see a twenty year old anymore, but my four year old boy making his way out there all alone. As he entered the black hole of the big craft, he turned to flash his beautiful smile and wave, and he disappeared into the craft. Reality hit me head-on, and without any warning, emotion took over and I burst into serious sobbing. As excited as he was about going, and as happy as I was for him, My heart knew that when returned, he woud be changed. I watched his jet taxi off and fly into the clouds until I could not see it anymore, and then we turned to leave, and walked away. Yep, I said walked. I suddenly realized that my injured ankle hurt no more. The pain was gone, the swelling had disappeared. The ankle was fine. I practically had to be carried into the place, but walked out as normally as it had ever been.
It was one of those a-ha moments and quite a revelation to me. The wrenched foot actually had nothing to do with my state ofo mind over a client. No, not at all. It went far, far deeper than that. The ankle has to do with my the inflexibility of my thinking, and an inability to walk forward with trust and ease. I had been in deep denial as to what was emotionally going on inside of me, avoiding the grief I was obviously feeling -- not of my son’s departure -- but of his growing up. He was leaving 'home'. And, I was right. He did not return as that boy I was seeing off, but a young man.
~~~
The same person who turned me onto meditation, also enlightened me as to using the protective, healing powers of the White Light, abilities that we all have; the same healing energy that was used by Christ, the light depicted as a halo painted by the ancient artists.
I remember when a suspicious spot was found inside her, a biopsy had come back confirming its malignancy, and the surgical date was set to go for removal. Naturally, she was nervous about the find, and worked on it with the White Light. The surgery day came, but the spot was gone. Vanished. It had completely disappeared, leaving no sign of its presence.
Knowing the gentle ways, and talents, of ths calm, gentle elder, her doctor asked: " Lou? Did you do this?"
And….she smiled….
You can do this. Yes, you can. Intend it, think it, get out of your own way and allow the energies to pass through you, and it will be.
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