Earlier this month I wrote about truth and reality. Part of reality that people in the medical profession have difficulty accepting is what I call the power of love. In my case I have repeatedly used that power to my obvious benefit, often while being diagnosed and seen by doctors. I would be a fool not to believe in that power. I also need to acknowledge myself for using it.
In 1988 I was diagnosed with cerebellar degeneration, a chronic, degenerative neurological disease, and told it would never get better and continue to worsen. My reading informed me that I should expect to die within two to five years, and since I was in bad shape at that point, it would probably be closer to two. Well I did get better (not all the way), and did not get worse, except for my speech. I used the feeling of love with meditation and imaging. I have since used the same techniques for numerous skin lesions, hypothyroidism, heart, lung and prostate problems. I use no medications and have not been sick in eight years. Not bad for an old man of 75! Something is working!
