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Even before diagnosis, I was wondering about the raw food route. There are all sorts of diets recommended for critical or chronic illnesses and most of them involve being vegan, gluten-free, sugar-free and mostly - if not completely - raw.
My friend John - who has helped me considerably with EFT - said 'If I had cancer, I'd go 100% raw immediately.'
Well I tried as much raw food as I could. I know it suits some people. I know it's what you're 'supposed' to do. But I lost the will to live. So that was not going to work. What I did get was guilt that I wasn't eating well enough and I the more I tried, the less I ate so that I wasn't eating enough at all. I am not good at raw food recipes; they take a lot of time and I was frightened and worried and having to get used to far too much already.
I began to cry on the phone to my dear friend Adam - who lives a good 150 miles away - and he said the following:
came across a really interesting website totally by accident – or by Grace –
which says the following: “Anyone diagnosed with cancer feels
at the deeper subconscious level of the mind, that life is too hard, painful
and overwhelming, and that death is the preferable option to life. At the
conscious level of the mind, the person diagnosed with cancer is still wanting
to live, but at the deeper subconscious level of the mind, the person is
feeling life is simply too hard and unbearable. This creates a chain
reaction process where the subconscious mind literally instructs the immune
system to slow down and stop working altogether. This causes healthy
somatids (tiny living organisms necessary for life that live in our blood) to
pleomorphise or change into yeast-like fungus that creates cancer in the body
over an 18-24 month period.” Now this is a website of channeled
teachings so that will put most people off (and 99% of them put me off too) and
although I’ve learnt a lot about the role o…
So there I am, in the archetypical witch's cottage in the heart of Dartmoor, laid down in front of the fire while Suzi the Shaman begins her drumming to take her into the underworld to find the lost shards of my soul that I sent away or lost as a child.
This was 24 hours after I'd been on a weekend religious retreat with some lovely but very orthodox nuns who most certainly would have thrown up their hands in horror at the very idea.
But you go where you are guided to go on a healing journey - that is, if you'll listen to the guidance. I'm pretty good at it in some ways but like most of us I have my blind spots.
There had been a miracle just before Suzi began. I'd been answering her questions as we sat by the window in that incredible house when we both heard a fluttering. It was a peacock butterfly on the inside of the windowsill.
On 2nd December.
Yes, butterflies do hatch inside houses. But it was a bit of a coincidence that this one appeared at that moment ... a…
I named the dis-ease 'Nigel' about six months ago ... because that disempowered it for me. The full diagnosis name with its prognosis was scary, not to mention long and complicated to explain.
To me, 'Nigel' recalled a couple of perfectly pleasant guys from my past who hit on me and, when I turned them down, pottered off politely and I never heard of them again. They weren't threatening and they didn't hang around long.
So calling it Nigel was a very good idea.
But now, as I move on through this journey, I think it's time to let Nigel go as well. That's because any name has power and a name with a capital letter can be very powerful indeed. I don't even want a Nigel around any longer so I'm saying goodbye to that name too now. Saying goodbye with thanks because it was very, very helpful when I needed it.
As an example of how names have power I used to tell a story in a workshop. I'd say:
I know quite a lot about miracles. I've certainly experienced quite a few in my time. And I will experience more. Some of those were big, whopping 'bloody hell!' kind of miracles and others are quieter 'hang on a minute, wasn't that...?' ones. But this blog is called A Life of Miracles and my life has definitely been just that ... and, thank God, continues to be so.
I had a wonderful healing miracle too. About eight years ago I developed a rather nasty mole on my right breast. It grew quickly from nothing, was a bad colour and started to divide.
I panicked and ignored it (I know ... I know but I never said I wasn't a coward). Then, the night before my ordination as an independent sacramental priest, I accidentally scratched it in the bath and it…
is exactly that – simple. It’s not definitive and every human being is
different. I have no medical training; this is a researched, journalistic
article only. It’s not short either but it’s as succinct as I can make it. I do have to put a disclaimer at
the end, of course. So you are hereby forbidden to read this until you’ve read
that. Okay? There’s
so much stuff on the Internet about what causes/prevents/cures cancer that you
could trawl through it for days. I can still hit overwhelm on some days and that’s
the last thing anyone wants when they’re already worried. Stress is really, really good for
cancer and, as you know, really not good for you. Everything here is also in Mum's Not Having Chemo by Laura Bond and/or Everything You Need To Know To Help You Beat Cancer by Chris Woollams. All
human beings produce cancer cells but our immune system deals with them quite
easily before they get to be a problem. Even if they do grow into a tumour it
is very common that the immune syst…
Since I began this blog, obviously a lot more people know about Nigel and me and quite a few of them have messaged or written to me with such love and kindness ... and that wonderfully well-meaning phrase "let me know if I/we can do anything to help."
Help in what way exactly? Are you offering to fund me for a course in intravenous vitamin C? Or to research some stuff on the internet for me? To put Lion and me up for a weekend to give us a break? To look after the beagles if we went abroad? To find out where in the world you can get some vitamin combinations that the EU has banned? Or do some shopping for me? Or spend a little time with my mother? Honestly, I seriously don't know. So how can I ask?
I'm not trying to be mean here but actually it's a pretty unhelpful offer without any indication of the level of help you would like to give.
When Henry died, people said the same thing and because I didn't realise this, I did ask for things.
You can do a lot about dis-ease in the physical. My friend John down the road encouraged me to go into raw food. Yes, I could eat nothing but raw food for the next five
years and (apart from completely losing the will to live which really isn't a
good idea right now...) I probably could control Nigel like that. I could also try the Gerson diet and all sorts of others and I am eating a half to two thirds of raw foods a day, juicing, eating organic and the like. The biggest problem for all of us is that Nigels and their ilk eat sugar whether it's as sugar or as carbohydrates. One slice of
cake or a load of pizza and no exercise for the day and if there's a Nigel around, it will get pretty much all of it. Cells in any malignant
dis-ease have 90 receptors for sugar where normal cells have just the three. Most people expect me to be taking the chemical weapons offered by the
hospital to shoot down my immune system until either Nigel goes dormant
(temporarily) or I die from side e…
That's a quotation from the Teachings of Abraham We are vibrational beings, we are children
of a Creator and we are meant to experience joy and be creative. Every religion at its root believes the same - when it's not throwing rocks at other people for believing the same thing differently. God experiences reality through us. God is not manifest in the world except through us. Mainly, we insist on putting an infinite God in boxes. God doesn’t fit in boxes
so whatever God we may have in a box is really nothing like the whole picture. And might be feeling just a tad uncomfortable. So it’s all really about how we feel and
it’s so easy to let what the Australians call ‘orneryness’ to prevail. In my
case, it was exacerbated by a lot of fear and some bad relationship stuff but
everyone has their own reason for tolerating a certain amount of low-level
discontent without even realising it. Trouble is, that low-level discontent
pervades the vibration of the body and, as you are your body’s …
These last few months I've been editing a spiritual book for a client and a sentence in the last chapter really sums it all up for me.
I'm not much of a one for Satan or 'the Tester' but I completely agree with this phrase: "This is the Tester's great lie, that reality is nothing more than Physicality."
A hundred years ago, in the Western World, one person in 200 got their own personal Nigel (or Clarissa or Mavis or Claud). Now it's one in three.
ONE IN THREE!
Some US estimates are moving towards one in two.
Most of us 'get' cancer about six times a year but our immune systems just wipe it out cheefully or, as my pathologist friend described, wrap it up safely so there's no harm done. So why are our immune systems not managing it as often as they did?
I believe that this epidemic is a spiritual one. The physical world is the last to react to what's going on in higher worlds. A hundred years ago people were much more tied into religion …
Some days of this damn Nigel really do
suck. Mostly those are the days when stuff hurts or gets worse. Oh yes, the
physical world is quite capable of going in exactly the opposite way of the
spiritual and psychological worlds ... at least for a time. There have been some really major shifts
for me in this healing journey and every time I released some deep inner trauma
through energy work, inner child work, journey work, the homeopathy or other
therapies, Nigel threw a wobbly. To start with, that was unbelievably scary.
Terrifiying . I was a soggy mess on the floor, weeping. But
as God, my homeopath, my immunologist, my healers and my helpers
have continued to love, support and guide me, those Nigel-wobblies have sooner or later died
down or gone away. Of course, I can’t tell the hematologist
that. I did try and keep her in the loop because you kind of have to come as
clean as you can as to what you’re doing, especially if you are steadfastly
refusing the majority of the help she is o…
God really gets a bad rap. It’s blamed for
most of the world’s ills and most of its religions. Things got written down that are allegedly what God said. Then they were put in boxes. Some of the writings are terrific and some of them are terrifying. All of them, if they were said were relevant for that time. What people often don't realise is that God is quite capable of updating with the times. You would be really, if you were a God. Most people nowadays will say (if they say
anything) ‘I’m not religious – more spiritual.’ They quite understandably don’t
want to be tied up with any of the dreadful things that happen in the name of
religion. Lots of people say to me ‘if there’s a God,
why is the world such shit?’ (there’s an answer to that on my YouTube comedy video). But basically, the world isn’t shit because of God, if the world is
shit it’s because of human beings. Sure, natural catastrophes happen. That’s
because we live on a living, breathing planet that sneezes sometimes. And,