Showing posts with label power of the mind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power of the mind. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 May 2014

My 'Believe' Soapbox

I believe it is my right to have access to information about good health and healing. This is not a privilege to be bestowed on me when and if it suits others who feel they are better able to make decisions for me.
Since time began, we have been 'sharers' of knowledge. Today is no different, although the method to transfer it may be more efficient and easier to access and verify.
It is up to me to filter through any information I discover about good health and discover what will benefit or decimate my life force. What suits one person may not resonate with another. We are all unique and individual and it is important we exercise our right to good health and the knowledge thereof.
To restrict or deny us the opportunity to share information, both good or bad as well as detrimental products and services, including 'ways of be-ing' would be tantamount to sentencing us to an untimely death. To refuse to disclose our truths, would be asking us to become mindless zombies, willing to accept 'all' without challenge or murmur.
Food, supplements and even medication are the door we pass through to maintain our health and subsequent nutrition. It is through our wise choices m those that resonate within our being, beliefs and our human form is what we need to follow, not the carefully edited and manipulated facts and figures of those that set out to swerve us away from what is rightfully ours - the gift of life, the gift of speech, and the most powerful gift of all, the right to choose for ourselves.
...just sayin'...

Monday, 2 December 2013

The Power of The Mind (excerpt from my book)




'What the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve'
Napoleon Hill.

The mind is a truly powerful thing and I don't believe we really appreciate it enough. It is important for you as a carer, and for the person you care for, to remain positive and strong. Attitude and intention is everything.

During Butch’s journey we had positive signs dotted around the house stating ‘I Am Healthy’. I believe that the subconscious doesn’t recognise sarcasm, apathy or jokes. When it hears the words it automatically believes it to be true. By putting signs up it didn’t matter whether Butch was feeling positive or not, he would read the words and his subconscious would get the right message.

Urban Myth: About ten years ago an office full of women decided to get their pap smears done at the same time. One got her result and was advised she had advanced cervical cancer. Nothing could be done to help her. She was given three months to live and sent home to die. Three months after she had passed away the family received a letter stating that her results had been mixed up and she had actually been clear with no sign of cancer. See what I mean about the power of the mind?

Letting a medical practitioner tell your friend/loved one how long they have left is nothing more than a death sentence. The minute it has gone into your head, it's there forever! Even if you think you aren't thinking about it, you are.

We went to one specialist who said that he didn't like to give people die-by-dates as many patients would almost certainly die on demand, lasting the exact amount of time they were given. He knew the power of the mind.

Butch was walking five to ten kilometres every day with a positive outlook up until the day of his last oncology appointment. His specialist told him he had to stop thinking like a well man, he was a very, very sick person, he should not look for another job or go walking, but should just enjoy what time he had left.  He tried hard not to let it affect him, but to him, this was a person in authority who knew what they were talking about. Within a week he was no longer even walking five kilometres. His light of hope had dimmed. He told our daughter later 'The specialist sent me home to die!' I can’t help wondering how many people this has happened to.

(excerpt from Cancer Journey Handbook for Travellers, Carers and Friends by Cherie Nobbs)