Self Healing

When confronted with an ailment there are many things we can try before seeking a doctor’s advice. Today many people turn to medical assistance and prescriptions, before asking themselves where the root of their dilemma lies. Temporary relief inevitably results in endless searching for the right remedy, so it is confusing when people cannot grasp why their triple dosage of Coenzyme Q10 for Migraine Prevention isn’t working. We need to go back to the basics and have a little more faith in the thing that knows best, our heart.

Think of self-healing as a brick road, before any bricks have been set. You need to understand how each one will fit together, decide on the paste in which to bond them, and plan out the direction you want it to lead. For a long time I forgot about the power of the heart. Each time I had a headache I would pop two Ibuprofen without wondering why my head was throbbing. It was probably because of dehydration or lack of sleep, but I never took the time to think about it because I thought I was too busy. I had little faith in anyone except the doctors who were getting paid to push 5 packs of “Advil” in my direction. It wasn’t until a woman shared her story about her self-healing with me that I reconsidered the methods I was using to help even my smallest problems. I then decided to search for others who have experienced spiritual or self-healing. I was ready for anything, miniscule or groundbreaking.

My mother, Connie, had two dear friends who were dedicated to self and spiritual healing and had studied self-hypnosis. She practiced with them several times, and at that time had no idea what was to come. A few months later she was told she had a 6 centimeter mass on her left ovary – diagnosed and confirmed with two ultrasounds. Her surgeon ordered an invasive surgery called a laparotomy (opening her abdomen and removing her ovary).  He felt it likely that the mass was cancer. She wanted to live and have children! The surgery was booked one month away and she was facing the possibility of having cancer. Soon after the news her friends spent two hours with her one day to help her find images that would help in a self healing initiative, and she came up with clowns throwing darts at the mass cells – represented as balloons on a carnival game board.  She worked on her visualization several times a day.  She went to bed doing it and woke up doing it.  If she was standing in an elevator or on hold on the phone she did it.  Those were some busy clowns!

Two weeks before surgery, Connie had another examination and her surgeon could still palpate (feel) the mass.  She decided that she had to step things up a bit.  She says she visualized the clowns throwing sticks of dynamite at the balloons (mass cells) and lighting bombs underneath them. Realizing that this mess had to go somewhere, she visualized some carnival workers sweeping up the burst balloons and dumping them down the garbage shoot – a hole she visualized in her bowel.  At one point, she told me she could feel the explosions in her lower abdomen and asked her clowns to back off a little.

The surgeon wanted to make sure the mass had not grown into the wall of her bowel adjacent to her ovary so he booked a colonoscopy one week before the surgery.  The doctor who performed the procedure said all was normal – except for a tiny spot, which looked like a hole, near her ovary.

The night before Connie’s surgery, she was admitted to the hospital.  The doctor did a final examination and he could no longer feel the mass.  She told him what she had been doing.  He said that instead of doing a laparotomy he would do a laparoscopy (inserting a fiber optic tube and camera) and would only proceed with the laparotomy if necessary.  She woke up after the anesthetic with a paper towel pinned to her blanket.  A note on the paper said, “I found a few spots of endometriosis, but it was the pinkest, healthiest ovary I have ever seen.  If I hadn’t seen it, I would not have believed it.  I guess you did it!”

Another experience that grabbed my heart was one she passed along to me about a woman who had a lump in her breast. It was biopsied and found to be cancer.  It was recommended that she have the breast removed – or that she have a lumpectomy with radiation and chemotherapy.  To her doctor’s dismay, she said she would make her decision in one month.  She took the time and went to a cabin without a phone or television.  She meditated and performed self-healing for several hours a day.  She visualized her tumor as a dragon and had knights on white horses attack it with swords and fire.  Upon her return to her doctor, she asked for another biopsy.  What the surgeon found was a lump of carbon (i.e., burnt tissue) and no sign of cancer.

Attention and care is what we are overlooking. Every day, we get it from and give it to everyone we see. How come we aren’t directing the same attention into ourselves? Surging that energy inwards? I am not saying that if diagnosed with Cancer we should ignore conventional medicine completely and simply cure ourselves…but we can help. Our whole existence thrives off of energy. Furthermore, everything we see and do is electrical responses firing in our brain making everything function. And what is electricity? Energy! I think it is time for us to see how much power we can muster from our own energy – it is time to go back to step one - and start with what we can rely on… our heart. (Editorial note: Or, the power of our “mind”)

Please do not think I am trying to say we have no need for the amazing hospitals, nurses  and doctors that are working to make our world better. No, think of this as an aid to those professions. If we can learn how spiritual healing, meditation, and self-healing work, we can all benefit. It is not an overnight process, but something we can work on every day to better ourselves. There wasn’t always a pharmacy down the road in every community, so I believe there must be a way for us to mend our problems, tragic or diminutive, on our own. I know technology is racing at a pace of breathtaking velocity, but it would be so soothing to see everyone pit-pat along for a minute to take a breath and remember that the world wasn’t always like this. Once again I have to say, there are old cobblestone roads that are decorated with spider webs and disintegrating rock, but they have withstood the test of time. Lets spend a little of our time figuring out the best way to take these avenues for our own sake.