When I was 22 years old my darling mother died of a particularly virulent cancer. I could not understand why this woman, a yogini, of such knowledge and understanding could be struck down in her prime. So I asked. I have learned that I only have to ask in order to receive. I expected a big booming voice to say, “Well, its like this…” But nothing of this kind happened. Instead I was given an image. I was aware this vision was a previous lifetime I had spent with my mother. I saw myself as a dark skinned boy walking down a mountainside toward a large expanse of flat plain. To my right walked a tiger, my best friend, and on the plain walked a man wearing an orange sari and sporting a large walking stick. He was limping. As he drew closer to me I realized this was my father in that lifetime but it was my mother’s spirit. For some reason I knew that his limp had something to do with the tiger. In that moment I doubted the image I could not believe the tiger had caused the problem. The vision left as quickly as it came.
I didn’t completely understand the message so I asked again for an explanation. This time I was shown a different image of my mother and myself as teenagers. Although we were naked I was unaware of our sex, we were in the midst of running from enormous animals. Whenever past lives are observed the emotions that go with that life can be felt. In this instance it was fear. During the course of our marathon run to flee danger she fell and hurt her leg. She cursed the animals for the accident. In that moment I chastised her stating that it was not the animal’s fault but hers for not looking where she was going. The image left and I understood.
In this life my mother had been bitten on the leg by one of my cousin’s dogs. It was a small nip but it created a lump that did not dissipate. My mother profusely blamed the dog for her condition and ultimate dis-ease. She couldn’t let it go. The dog may have done her a favor by revealing the cancer but still she could not find it in herself to forgive. Through each lifetime she had hurt her leg, each time it became more and more painful for her.
My mother had always had prophetic dreams. She dreamt one time of keys hanging on a post in a neighbor’s garden and knew this mean they were about to put their house up for sale and they duly did. Her dreams where so accurate that when she dreamt of my brother’s death he understood that it wouldn’t be long before he would pass into the light. I remembered one of her dreams was about a tiger, a friend, coming to stay with is. The next day a kitten appeared on our doorstep. The tiger had returned.
I immigrated to the United States in 2001 and was soon struck down by a popular illness one that I had never encountered before, GERDS. Before immigrating I had been through an extremely emotional time, so naturally I thought this was the cause. I chose to go for therapy to shift this energy something that had worked for me before. But it only removed one layer, there was more. Despite my ability to spontaneously view previous lifetimes the reason for the illness evaded me. A lady in Connecticut called Diane Bahr was recommended to me. She charged $300 a session. I was aghast at the price and said to my husband, “Well that’s the price of a video ipod!” He came back with, “Hmmm, your health or a video ipod?” I got the point. I had two sessions with Diane and was able to reduce the medications I was taking. She is worth her weight in gold. It transpired that in a previous lifetime I had been set upon by Native Americans, stabbed through the stomach and spine and left for dead. She helped me through a process to forgive them and myself, to let go of that lifetime and the energy I had brought in during this lifetime as I again set foot on American soil. This was the beginning of the healing process.
I found some natural ways to help my stomach heal. My previous exploration of natural remedies resulted in the symptoms worsening. I discovered an herbal tea made from loose herbs. Cider vinegar turned out to be a stomach remedy an acid neutralizer. Diet in this instance is a no-brainer but I had failed to realize that these medications were stripping the stomach of its natural flora. So I started taking Probiotics.
The reason I am writing this in my newsletter this month is because I am now medication free. The doctors are astounded. I was told that I would be on these tablets for the rest of my life and that in fact the next stage was surgery. Basically I was given a bleak outlook. I believe that it was the right time for my healing to take place, it came from within me not from someone else, I was ready!
I wanted to share this with you. I wanted you to know that it is possible to shift energy and that all illness has a root/route, it just has to be found so that it can be changed.
Diane’s website is www.mindbodytransformation. She is based in Connecticut.
The stomach tea is as follows:
1 teaspoon each: Chamomile flowers, Lemon Balm, Licorice Root,
Half teaspoon Slippery Elm Bark
Quarter teaspoon each of powdered Fennel Seeds, Catnip leaves
Place in a bowl, pour one and a half cups of boiling water on top and leave to steep for 15 minutes. I like to remove the herbs after 15 minutes but you can leave them in. Add one and a half cups of natural apple juice (no added junk like cane juice). Drink one cup after each meal.
I have replaced all juices and soft drinks with apple juice - the natural kind with no preservatives or additives. I believe this has helped enormously toward the healing process. We all have own way of healing so although this was the right path for me it may not be for you. When I came off my medications I did it gradually. It has taken me four months to reduce and eventually stop all medication. If you choose to do this be aware that your body has gotten used to the medication and needs to be weaned. Always consult your physician and realize that pain is a sign that it has not yet healed.