Since I was 8-years-old, I’ve wanted to be a writer. It was a dream I held close for many years. Then I tried writing, hoping to get a short story published – but no go. A couple of poems published in small magazines, but that’s it. Then over time, I let the dream go – or tried to – believing it was buried under the needs of daily life as a “no longer viable or needed” option in my life. Not to mention that as the years of migraines and other physical issues piled up, my energy decreased, along with those hopes and dreams.
Yet still those embers remained. Sometimes that dream of writing was no more wanted by me than the tinnitus that plagued me, but it remained, buried inside my heart all the same.
With retirement came time to work on myself. Finally I had time to meditate, to pray, to ask the Divine Source for healing – emotionally, spiritually, and physically. And with the improvement of the emotional and spiritual aspects of myself came the answer of how to find physical healing as well – from whom else but my daughter. She had already read the first of Anthony William’s books, Medical Medium, and had started on her own healing path. She spoke of it to me during a visit in March and sent me home with a copy of his book. Now I have them all.
My daughter recently admitted to being surprised that I had jumped on this “path” and begun healing with such dedication and determination. I’m known to start a diet plan and stop, start again and fail. But I told her that I knew, after reading just a few chapters, that this was the answer to my prayers for better health. I also understand, now, that the deficiencies in my ability to stay on a particular diet weren’t just within me and my lack of willpower, but in the diets themselves – diets that looked good and sounded good but weren’t doing me any good even while I was losing weight – weight that I, of course, put back on as soon as I stopped following the particular diet plan.
I’ve been reading the books and following the diet plan described in Healing Your Thyroid ever since, minus a 9-day trip to Florida at Easter time. So about two months all in all. And what amazes me now is not just the physical healing I’m experiencing, but the spiritual help and healing I am receiving as I continue to read and apply the recommendations made by Anthony and Spirit of Compassion.
Calling on the angels for help and support is a primary source of strength when working on this diet. Anthony includes this at the end of his books – how to contact the “Essential Angels” by vocalizing a need, even if your words are whispered or sub-vocalized. He lists 21 Essential Angels at the end of his first book, Medical Medium, providing names and specialties, such as “Angel of Mercy” or “Angel of Healing” or “Angel of Relationships” – oh, so many different angels. He also recommends calling on the Unnamed Angels who have no ego and are more readily available for support when appealed to.
I have called on both the Unnamed Angels and various named Angels. I believe that doing this after starting the diet is the source of my surprising strength and determination to remain on this diet plan – because that is what I asked for at the start from the angels I called upon. Thank you, Angels!
And I will continue to call on the angels, especially before going to see a movie this upcoming Tuesday, when I fear the smell of popcorn in the theater will defeat my willpower – at least without angelic help to overcome this particular temptation. I love popcorn, especially when I am in a movie theater – must be the luscious, fake buttery smell of the stuff in the air as I walk inside. So, prayers are being said already, believe me. I don’t want the migraine that will assail me after eating the stuff, no matter how heavenly it tastes or smells. Sigh.
I also called on the Angel of Purpose to help me figure out my purpose in life, now that I’m retired and have time to do other things. I called on this angel maybe two weeks ago or so and woke in the morning thinking, “I should start a blog about this path I’m on.”
Huh! Well, I would never have thought of starting a blog. Writing a short story, yes, and would have done so already if I didn’t have such a bad case of writer’s block. But a blog? No. Really. This is not something I would have considered on my own. I knew in my heart the idea came directly from the Angel of Purpose, sliding into my mind just before waking when I was more susceptible to listening to angelic suggestions.
Within a week, I went from thinking about it to speaking of it to my daughter to acting upon it. I am still amazed. Bu here I am, typing away and having a wonderful time! Thank you, Angel of Purpose!
Today, as I browsed through Anthony’s book, Life-Changing Foods, I stopped at dandelions and read through the selection. I sat on the front porch and as I read, I listened to the rain falling outside. I got up, stood on the steps and looked at the gentle rain and all the dandelions sprouting in my yard. It is an organic yard – we don’t spray and we sure don’t spread weed killer. So, not pretty, but not dangerous to your health, either.
I thought that with the ground softened by the rain, I could probably get the roots to come up with the dandelions when I picked. I still had to use the garden trowel and dig, and I couldn’t bring up all of the root, but when I finished, I had enough dandelions to juice, root, stem and leaves. No heads – they had all turned to seed, but hey, it was the deep healing of the organs I primarily wanted, and dandelion roots, so Anthony says, is a good way to achieve that.
I did eat a couple of the leaves before doing this, hoping to get the “elevated biotics” in me before rinsing the rest clean in the sink – I didn’t want to juice any dirt still clinging to the roots of the plants.
Dandelions, I found, release a deep, green liquid when juiced – jewel green and quite lovely. I followed the recipe on page 248 of Life ChangingFoods for Dandelion Green Juice, with its celery and oranges and cucumbers. I had doubts, though, of my ability to drink anything with that much dandelion root in it, so I pulled out the pitcher of rhubarb lemonade from the refrigerator, just in case the juice was still too bitter for me to drink without a little help.
But it was good! I didn’t need to add any lemonade. After drinking half of it, my stomach felt a bit iffy, but the feeling quickly passed and I finished it all with no recurrence of discomfort. Hah! Tomorrow, I’ll be out there again in between the thunderstorms, plucking dandelions from the side of the house. I’m actually looking forward to repeating the experience.
Four months ago, I couldn’t have chewed on dandelion leaves without spitting them out, much less juiced them, roots and all. I know my taste buds have changed. I don’t even like the taste of chocolate candy anymore (yes, I’ve snuck a few bites of chocolate in the past two months). Who would have thought? Not me!
I especially loved Anthony’s “spiritual lesson” regarding the dandelion: that, “Dandelions come back around again, and in this way we can find contentment and solace . . . because there are new chances around the bend.” (Page 247 of Life-Changing Foods).
I found encouragement in this that my dream of writing can, in the autumn of my life, be renewed and revitalized. I give thanks to Anthony and Spirit of Compassion for this awareness, as well as to Angel of Purpose for guiding me into discovering this insight.
May you, my readers, have many such spiritual awakenings and insights of your own as you read these books and heal your body on this path. What are we here for if not to see a little further into the mystery that is life and spirit and God’s sacred path stretching before us. It is all ours to reach. Amazing!
Walking The Healing Path 