But it was just this week, when I was talking with a group of nurses that I realized an important element that I had completely left out of the mix.
The element has been called by many names: energy work, intention, focus, quantum physics, blessing, prayer and more.
It’s vital to our survival in every sense.
You may call it by any of thousand names, but it is that element that goes beyond the realm of logic or science.
The nurses all remembered patients who had survived against all odds, and conversely, those who died when their illnesses or injuries were not that serious.
Why does this happen? I am a firm believer in the power of personal healing and the power of healing from other sources—whether they are of the earthly realm or not.
One important piece of information comes to mind. I wish I could find the actual source of the study, but alas, it has eluded me. Researchers looked at the power of blessing food on a group of prisoners. It’s not a secret that prison food is pretty terrible, is highly processed and rarely includes fresh and wholesome food. Prisoners have no options. They must eat what they are given, and the food often leads to health problems.
That made the experimental group of prisoners good subjects, since they ate exactly the same food as the other prisoners. The only difference was that one group was asked simply to say a blessing over the food served and the other group continued at meals as they always had.
The difference in health outcomes was impressive! The blessing group was much healthier than the others.
Could this also be the case with contaminated air and food in our surroundings?
I think it is more than likely. I have witnessed this transformation time after time in my own life and in the lives of people around me.
It also brings to mind a personal funny story about organic turkeys being served for a friend’s wedding several years ago. This wedding was in June and the bride and groom, who were passionate clean food advocates, had ordered fresh organic turkeys far in advance. In fact, I have no idea how they were able to even find organic turkey in high summer.
Like all brides and grooms, the night before the wedding they had a serious case of the jitters. Among the anxiety triggers was the notion that perhaps there would not be enough food. I was drafted to find more turkey.
Of course, I knew that organic turkey, so far out of season, was impossible at the last minute. With so little time, I didn’t even have time to thaw an entire turkey. What to do?
To make a very long story short, I ended up at the El Cheapo grocery, the only place open at 11 at night. Yes, Indeed, there were two unfrozen turkey breasts! (The power of my own thought process? Who knows?)
I snatched them up, broke speed limits driving home and baked those suckers at 3 a.m.
Before I carted them to the wedding site, I laid my hands on them and visualized them as organic. “Organic!” I proclaimed in my most authoritative voice.
I have to say, those turkey breasts were delicious. They were indistinguishable from the organic ones so lovingly provided by our hosts. Was it really organic? No, not at all. But it was prepared with love and care for those who would receive it and it was life-giving and healthy.
So, yes, GMOs and RoundUp are toxic.
Yes, our water is contaminated with toxic halogens (chlorine and fluoride) and residues of prescription drugs.
Yes, our bathroom cabinets and household cleaning cabinets are packed with carcinogens. Even our cotton T-shirts are laden with pesticides that are absorbed though our skin.
We can and should do whatever possible to protect ourselves from the toxins we take in with every single breath, but we can also use the power of our own thought process, and of forces beyond our understanding to transform those deadly toxins into life for us and our families.
