Terminal is for buses

I am so fortunate to be surrounded by the most incredible people. And over the years they have all taught me so much about the mind. And how to harness its incredible energy and make it work for me.

I like to think of it a bit like flowing water. It’s always flowing and it’s up to us whether or not we choose to harness it.

And while I count myself blessed to be surrounded by these people, I know I have played a role in the unfolding. When I was first diagnosed for instance, I knew my healing would be helped 100 fold by being around people that had healed too and knew it was possible. And so I gathered them around me. I’m lucky enough to work with one man who did just that. It is more than ten years ago now that he was first diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer. Three years to live. A terminal diagnosis. But this weekend he’ll be talking to a lucky group of people about the gift in that terminal diagnosis. And how he beat it. ‘Just cut it out and I’ll do the rest’. And he did. Working with medicine, the mind and the body. He’s cancer free. I’m told he hired as many Billy Connolly movies as possible, understanding the healing power in laughter. Most people don’t realise it’s a biological fact.

Look for the gift he says.

And then there’s another gorgeous man I worked with a couple of weeks ago. It’s more than thirty years now since he was told he had only six months to live. But here he is, alive and well. Recognising the gift that came with his diagnosis and living life to the full. In his eighties he still rides his motorbike. I am so inspired.  

It seems the more I listen, the more I hear this story. Only the names change. A person diagnosed with a ‘terminal’ cancer, who is alive and well years later. Often cancer free.

Makes you wonder, doesn’t it.

Back in 1992, the Southern Medical Journal published a paper Hex Death: Voodoo Magic or Persuasion? And in that paper Dr Clifton Meador presented the case histories of two men…

The first patient, a poorly educated man near death after a hex pronounced by a local voodoo priest, rapidly recovered after ingenious words and actions by his family physician. The second, who had a diagnosis of metastatic carcinoma of the esophagus, died believing he was dying of widespread cancer, as did his family and his physicians. At autopsy, only a 2 cm nodule of cancer in his liver was found. The cases raise several intriguing questions. Is death from hexing limited to ignorant and superstitious tribes, or is it part of some general phenomenon basic to many forms of human communication? Is hex death only a form of human persuasion? If we can cause death by what we say or do, then what lesser behavior do we induce in our patients? Can diagnostic labels of serious or life-threatening diseases, whether correct or not, be part of this general phenomenon?

Southern Medical Association

Most people don’t realise the role we can play in our own healing.

Perhaps terminal should best be left for buses…

http://journals.lww.com/smajournalonline/Abstract/1992/03000/Hex_Death__Voodoo_Magic_or_Persuasion_.4.aspx

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