I'm using a special tea known as Essiac, used to combat cancer. I have to boil it for 10 minutes, refrigerate for 12 hours, re-boil for another 10 minutes and then let it cool. About 5:00 this afternoon, I'm calling my sister-in-luv for us to double the prayer/blessing over the tea as it boils for the first time. The image in my mind is Jesus turning water into wine. I believe in the power of Mother/Father God. I believe in healing. I have developed some slight pain, and the Doctor did say that it was 'possible' for the tumor to grow back without the chemo. Maybe it has, I'm hoping it hasn't, thinking it hasn't...believing it hasn't. The pain may just be scar tissue from the surgery as it exists in the area where the tumor in the uterus was located, the lower half of my abdomen. But pain is pain, and it causes doubt...I found in a book called "The 72 Names of God" a meditation that I want to share here...
It's called "Eliminating Negative Thoughts"...
I feel doubt, uncertainty. I am worried.
I am worried about [enter your concern here] cancer.
But I know it is an illusion. These thoughts that bring me down are not real, and as I face them, they grow smaller and smaller.
They disappear...
I can eliminate all of my dark thoughts.
I reach for the dial of the negative airwaves, the control over my ego,
and turn it down...down...off.
Silence.
My heart is open, and filling with the Light of the Creator--powerful, calming, whole.
I feel warmth and acceptance--of all people, of myself.
I see and hear the sounds of my soul, true signals from the Light.
I feel total certainty.
When I spoke this out loud just now, I felt the power inside of me. An internal pep-squad of positive faith. The more I spoke it, the more powerful it became. Doubt became less and less.
God spoke the world into existence. Jesus spoke healing and commanded the dead to rise with his words, his voice...his thoughts, which came before they were spoken.
Speaking, and thoughts, are powerful tools.
Last night, I needed a pep talk. I didn't call my brother and sister-in-luv because I had fear of becoming a complainer like my dad was before he left us in 1988. My dad constantly complained about his ailments. He would call me all the time, only to seek for sympathy. I began to hate getting his phone calls. You see he never did anything to change his circumstances. My brother assured me this morning that I'm not like my dad, that I am doing all I can to change this circumstance in my life. He and Barbi assured me that because what I'm going through is real, that I can call them even if it's five times a day to get a pep-talk.
Talking things out...speaking positive energy out loud...this is what prompts the energy to swarm the body and make things right. I love Jesus. I believe in his healing power.
Speak healing to yourself, believing that the Christ (or, if you prefer--The Universe) hears...Mother/Father God hears and works with you to make things right. You have to believe. Without it, the doubt becomes the monster and takes control. You have the power to defeat it. Doubt is a creep. And it creeps up on you without warning. It's a coward. Turn and shout at it and tell it to get the 'kitty-hell' out of your life. And if you need your family or your friends to help you shout, if the doubt has you under its thumb and you need help...call out to those who support you. Tell them you need a pep-talk. Together you can kill the doubt and hope will flow in like a wave. The doubt can be looked at as a dam, keeping the hope away from you. Once the dam explodes, the hope, in all of its powerful force, crashes through and fills you to overflowing.
The Hope is: "The Light of the Creator--powerful, calming, whole." You can: "see and hear the sounds of my soul, true signals from the Light."
This is why music and speaking...are such powerful weapons when fighting against unseen foes within the body, capable of DEFEATING THEM!
And so, when the tea boils, Barbi and I will be praying over it...using the power of words and faith to infuse the tea for Mother/Father God to bless it and nourish it to my body.
Rock (and speak) on!
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